⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter includes scenes of fisting and graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

A long, pitch-black snake—at least a meter in length—slithered through the underbrush with sinuous grace and reached a shallow pool. With a few subtle motions, it arrived between Jiwon’s spread thighs.

Both its head and tail were shaped like perfectly formed glans. Instead of sleek scales, the surface was ridged with bulging veins. It wasn’t a snake.

It was a massive cock.

Long and slender.

Jiwon grabbed the snake without hesitation. He spread his legs wide and raised his knees, lifting his waist and hips.

That perfectly loosened hole swallowed the black snake without resistance.

Jiwon welcomed it eagerly. The snake slipped in and out of his hole at will, gradually filling his rectum and relentlessly stimulating his prostate.

He tightened and released his hole at will, rocked his hips, and twisted his waist. He couldn’t help but marvel—he never knew he was this good at sex.

He was losing himself completely.

Lascivious, filthy moans spilled from his mouth without end.

But it still wasn’t enough.

It was something Jiwon wanted—but not something he had hungered for.

Just as boredom began to creep in, another sound rustled from within the bushes.

Something was approaching.

This time, it was bigger. Heavier.

Swelling with anticipation, Jiwon turned his head toward the noise.

What pushed through the undergrowth was a massive boa, the color of human skin. It looked three times thicker and wider than what was currently inside him.

That was it.

That was what he had been searching for all this time.

What he craved. What he needed.

Jiwon grabbed the slender snake and tossed it far away. He chose the boa instead.

It was larger than his fist, but he didn’t care.

The boa slithered up, its tongue split into five tips. It gauged the entrance.

There was no real need for it, but it still took its time, soaking Jiwon’s hole thoroughly with oil.

Its tongue’s just like fingers, he thought, giggling to himself.

Squelch, squelch. Every time the tongue went in and out, it made a bright, lewd sound. The tiny wet noises gradually grew louder.

One tongue became two. Two became three.

But the well-loosened hole accepted them all easily—swallowing and releasing as though it were nothing.

As more tongues entered, the rhythm of their passage grew heavier. The earlier squelching gave way to a deeper, grating noise. Slick-slick became schluck, schluck.

When it reached four tongues, Jiwon’s hole started to feel tight. He groaned in pain, muscles tensing involuntarily.

And at five—he knew he couldn’t take anymore.

This is dangerous.

His instincts screamed.

Jiwon brought his wide-spread thighs together, reaching out to stop the boa’s tongues from entering any further.

He gripped the thick base of the boa’s neck tightly.

In response, the snake began coiling its heavy body around Jiwon’s thighs.

It squeezed. Hard.

So hard his brow furrowed on reflex.

The boa’s crushing force made his legs open effortlessly—almost pitifully so—once again baring his entrance.

Then, from somewhere, a gust of wind blew through. It carried a thick, grassy scent and was cold enough to raise goosebumps—yet strangely, it swept the pain away.

Calm returned to Jiwon. The heat that had waned from the ache now surged through his body once more.

He nodded at the boa.

Urged it to hurry.

"Now... get in."

Urk!!

The boa plunged in without hesitation. Jiwon writhed in pain, gritting his teeth.

Even though it was soaked in oil, the boa was nothing like smooth—it was massive, coarse, a brutal beast.

Ahhk! Ngh!

A dull, heavy pain swept through his entire body.

As if it wanted him to suffer, the boa didn’t stop.

Jiwon’s head was the only part of him that remained outside the puddle as he was mercilessly penetrated.

Each time that enormous thing tried to force its way through the tight opening, Jiwon twisted in agony. But with the boa coiled tightly around his thighs, he had no choice but to remain spread open.

If there had only been pain, he would’ve been furious.

But the pain only sharpened the stimulation.

So intense he could hardly breathe.

Each time the boa moved inside him, Jiwon moaned in agony—as though his flesh were being torn—only to shudder moments later in unbearable ecstasy.

He found himself doing things he never would have imagined, accepting them as if they were natural.

The usual me?

What does that even mean?

Which version of me are you talking about?

His mind was unraveling.

Kim Jiwon. Yoon Jiwon.

Two names surfaced instantly, but right now, he was neither.

He was Adam.

This was a primordial world. Anything was possible. Everything made sense, no matter how twisted.

Even if the boa had five tongues. Even if he was mating with it.

That made sense here.

Ahh—!

The moment he thought it couldn’t get worse, he was hit with another blinding climax.

Jiwon wept—cried from the unspeakable ecstasy that «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» came right after excruciating pain.

The boa toyed with him to its heart’s content. The more he suffered, the deeper it drove into him.

It was desire made flesh, a beast of nothing but warped lust, chewing and grinding and swallowing him whole.

I can’t take anymore.

I can’t accept any more of this.

He knew that. Completely. And yet—he couldn’t refuse.

No—he wasn’t allowed to.

It was as if something—someone—was forbidding him.

No negative words could make it out of his mouth. No resistance could become action.

All he could do was moan.

All he could do was twist his hips and twitch his ass.

Jiwon mated with the boa. It was one-sided. Violent, even.

And yet, he came again. And again. In different ways, through different stimuli.

But the pain never dulled.

Why can’t I stop?

Why can’t I just say no?

The questions formed, but dissolved almost immediately.

The boa plunged into him again—this time even deeper. So deep it felt like it pierced right through his body. In and out, again and again.

Each thrust made him spasm uncontrollably, made his back arch like a bow.

How long had they been mating?

At some point, the boa’s head turned red.

Blood—leaking from Jiwon’s body—soaked it, then trickled down and started to spread into the puddle.

Only then did the boa finally stop moving, flicking its tongue as though satisfied.

It looked down at Jiwon like an athlete who had given everything and won, face glowing with euphoric triumph.

Jiwon, soaked in blood, sweat, oil, and semen, looked up and trembled.

Even as the orgasm still echoed through his nerves, the boa slowly uncoiled from his thighs—

And this time, climbed up onto his torso.

It wrapped around his shoulders. His neck. As if embracing him.

“Once hide-and-seek starts... escape,” it whispered.

Hide-and-seek? Escape?

Jiwon blinked, dazed, trying to lift his head.

In that moment—

The boa turned into Adam.

Jiwon gasped, eyes wide.

Only then did he truly recognize the man in front of him.

You—

Without thinking, he grabbed Adam’s shoulders. Leaned in, and whispered into his ear:

“Former cop.”

Adam looked at him with calm eyes.

As if he already knew. As if he’d hoped Jiwon would figure it out. He nodded in silence.

It wasn’t a rumor. It was true.

Jiwon pressed his lips against Adam’s. Kissed him, long and slow.

Shh. Quiet. This is our secret.

They held each other tight.

Gwak Chan.

Nickname: Tight-fit.

The sick bastard who can only get hard if he fists someone.

All the intel Jiwon had gathered came rushing in like a tide—then receded like the sea.

The disgust and revulsion he’d felt for the man he was holding vanished along with it.

Once hide-and-seek starts... make sure you escape.

The boa—no, Adam—released him after whispering those final words.

He gently lowered Jiwon into the puddle—then disappeared, parting the bushes just like he had arrived.

Ssshhk. Ssshhk. Heavy rustling as he crawled away.

He was a boa again.

Jiwon lay in the puddle, limbs limp, body sprawled.

He couldn’t even lift a finger.

Hide-and-seek. Escape.

He couldn’t tell if he’d imagined those words.

All he could do was breathe. Ragged, broken.

His muscles twitched on their own, involuntarily. Ripples bloomed across the puddle from every tremor.

Waves of blood spread like surf, crashing against Jiwon’s lower body.

Suddenly—déjà vu.

He’d seen this scene before.

Exactly like this.

But where? When?

The searing pain returned without warning.

Jiwon twisted and sobbed. Crawled across the ground like someone was flaying him alive.

It hurt so bad he screamed. Moaned. Wept.

“Help me.”

Jiwon begged.

“Please. Help me.”

But—this wasn’t his voice.

“Help... me.”

That wasn’t him either.

Jiwon looked around, trying to find the source.

Through tear-blurred vision, he saw it—

A spray of bright red.

No...!

He screamed.

His genitals—intact until moments ago—were now spurting blood.

His lower half flailed helplessly, drowning in that crimson gush.

He choked on his breath.

“Help me...”

Jiwon begged.

But no—

That wasn’t his voice either.

Across the puddle—

Someone was crouching.

That boy.

That boy was pleading.

Begging the man who stood in front of him.

Jiwon’s eyes flew open.

The memory... That day he had forgotten...

It came flooding back all at once.