RIDE. [Markhyuck]

Defiled [FC]

⚠️×Filler chapter ahead×⚠️

Ship|Chensung
Age|16
Date|5 weeks before summer break
Rating|gore//Shonen ai//psychological

ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: filler chapters are not necessarily related to the story. They are created in advance so I can make sure to give out content.

Explicit content: rape [by professor]
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My name is Zhong Chenle, I'm 16 years old, and periodically raped by  one of my professors.

It all started during January of my sophomore year.
I didn't really have any friends and when I tried to make them I was weird and awkward. So I soon stopped trying.

I had never been to school.

For my first 16 years I was home schooled by professors that knew my parents or by my mom and dad. I knew no one and never interacted with people if not during those special work dinners where my parents took me to for no particular reason.

I didn't know how friendship was made and also staying in a noisy class packed with people didn't help. I was used to different ways of being taught.

My biggest problem was with natural sciences.

The lessons were held by mister Kwang. A man in his forties going to fifties.
He was quite a chubby one and normally would get fooled a lot with in class, people throwing papers at him, calling him classical insultive names, all sorts of disrespectful things.

I was a person used to complete silence, a professor taking his time to explain till I understood... That was what I was used to. But in the lessons of mister Kwang there was no kind of silence. There was always too much noise to understand what was going on. It was frustrating and my grades in natural sciences dropped.

Maybe it all happened because I was always alone, because my grades were bad, because my face was considered 'pretty' for a boy.
Maybe I was an easy target.

I always wondered if I was one. If doing all what he did to me wasn't a big deal, If I was really such a 'prostitute', a 'slut' like he used to say.

Even today I find my self with no answer. I keep wondering 'Why me?' 'Couldn't it have been someone else?' 'Could it have been just no one?' I still have no answer but as I remember his touch I feel disgusted, dirty, and I start hating myself.

But who I hate most,
Is him.

As my grade dropped and my parents came to know about it, being the parents concerned about the 'Son's grades but not his mental health' they immediately took an appointment with the professor without me knowing.
It was still winter holiday, but during one of those cold days during dinner I was told I would have gotten private studies with the teacher to help with grades.
I didn't sweat it. After all I was used to home schooling alone with a teacher. I wasn't bothered.

But I should have been.

School started back again and it was decided that I would have met him twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays. My fist i counter with him was... OK in some way. I felt him stare but I didn't really think about it. He spoke and taught me what was necessary to know. Nothing serious happened, it was normal.
As I say all this now I get reminded of an ancient saying I shall quote, “If a frog is thrown immediately into hot water, due to survival instincts he shall jump out of it. But if he is placet in a pot full of cold water heated underneath he shall not jump, but he shall die as the water gradually gets hotter, boiling him to death.”
I laugh as I think of this.
I was just like the frog.
I got comfortable in the cold water and did not realize it getting warmer and warmer.