บททั้งหมดของ No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Dean snapped back to reality, only to realize that he hadn't been given a chance to respond. The man seized his arm with such strength that it effortlessly drew him closer, pulling him into his grasp and that hand showed no hesitation whatsoever, firmly holding him in place, began moving him up and down, to continue the previous intimacy.It was as though time itself came to a standstill in that moment. The air in the car thickened, and the rhythm of breathing grew frantic and disordered. Dean could feel every second tugging at the edges of his sanity. His body seemed to have lost all strength to resist, whether it was resisting the man before him or the growing desire within himself, he could no longer control either.The atmosphere inside the car seemed to have transformed entirely; everything outside had blurred into a haze, leaving only the man's hand in sharp focus, only the sound of his own breath, heavy and uneven, and only the overwhelming force of the collision, continuously

As he stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes immediately landed on the bed in the center of the room. The white sheets, the soft pillows—what should have been a place of comfort now felt like an abyss, pulling him back into the memories of shame and helplessness. His throat tightened, and even breathing became a struggle.He instinctively took two steps back, his eyes fixed on the bed. He tried to convince himself that it was just an ordinary bed, but Ben's voice echoed in his mind once more: “One could even say that as long as there’s a place for you to lie down, that's all that matters because all you need to do is lie there, while the rest, men will do for you.” The words clung to him like a relentless curse, leaving him no way to escape.Dean felt a tightness in his chest, as though a massive weight were pressing down on him. He turned to look around the room, searching for a place to hide, but every corner seemed to carry the same dark shadow. He picked up the pillow, glancing aro

Dean kept his head lowered; his voice eerily calm. "It’s my fault," he said flatly. "I didn't remember. If I had remembered sooner, I could have said something. It was me—when I saw Ben, I froze. I followed Dr. Parker instead. It’s not Dr. Parker’s fault, it’s not your fault. It’s mine... I deserve to be punished."Hearing those words, Shawn’s heart felt like it had been sliced open. He lifted his head, his eyes red, tears tracing down his cheeks. Standing up, he seemed to lose all strength, and his legs buckled beneath him, causing him to collapse to his knees in front of Dean. He buried his face deeply into Dean’s lap, gripping his hands tightly, his body wracked with sobs. "It’s me... It’s my fault. I’ve done this to you, I’m so sorry..."Dean looked down at Shawn kneeling before him, an unfamiliar emotion stirring. He knew Shawn’s remorse was genuine, but deep down, he felt that no guilt could change the past, nor could it heal the fractures within him. Gently, he withdrew his han

Ted seemed to sense the weight of Dean's silence and sadness. He knew that dwelling on it would get them nowhere, so he quickly decided to shift the conversation, hoping to lighten the mood a little."Hey," Ted said, reaching over to gently shake Dean's arm. With a playful grin, he turned his head, offering Dean a glimpse of the back of his own head.Dean looked at Ted in confusion, his mind oddly still, as if untouched by any real emotion. He couldn’t understand why Ted was doing this, and for a moment, all he felt was a quiet sense of bewilderment. ‘Why is he doing this all of a sudden?’When Ted noticed Dean’s lack of response, he repeated the motion, shaking his arm once more before turning his head to show the back of it again."What are you doing?" Dean couldn't help but ask, his voice laced with confusion.Ted gave a small smile, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll let you hit the back of my head. Once isn’t enough? Well, I’ll make it tw

Shawn watched the scene before him, his emotions a mix of sadness and frustration. He leaned against the headboard, staying silent for a long while. Only when he was certain that Dean had quietly closed his eyes did he murmur to himself, “Can’t you... trust this bed just a little?”There was no response, only the soft, steady sound of Dean’s breathing coming from the small cabinet.Shawn lay there, tossing and turning, unable to find sleep. Dean’s image kept resurfacing in his mind—the sight of him curled up, head down, in that small cabinet. That vulnerable posture seemed to pierce his heart, each thought like a needle digging deeper. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he pushed the blankets off and got out of bed, moving quietly toward the cabinet.He bent down, peering through the gap in the cabinet door to look at Dean inside. The young man’s brow was furrowed even in his sleep, as if he couldn’t fully relax, not even in the comfort of rest. His head was tilted awkwardly against the cabi