Love Born of Pity Chapter 12

“Haa, ah…”

A groan mixed with a sigh escaped, and Do Yeonjae, who had been thrusting his hips with force, turned his gaze toward Kwon Jiho. The corners of Kwon Jiho’s mouth were flushed red. His saliva, wetting the area around his lips, was tinged with blood. For a moment, Do Yeonjae wondered if he’d bitten his lip in excitement, but seeing no swollen marks—just clean, pretty lips—he realized it was his own blood.

“Mr. Kwon Jiho.”

“…Hngh. Director… ah, it hurts…”

It was so painful that he thought it might be better to be beaten instead. Even though his insides were slick and wet, every time the thick shaft pulled out, it felt as if the inner walls were being dragged along with it—a chilling sensation.

“If you’re this wet, it shouldn’t hurt. You’re just being spoiled.”

“Hnng, no… it’s not… it’s real…”

Do Yeonjae, who had been carefully observing Kwon Jiho’s crumpled, tearful expression and the moistening corners of his eyes, couldn’t contain his rising excitement and began moving roughly again. Thinking Kwon Jiho might pass out, he propped up the body he’d laid down, sat him on top, and lifted him by force, slamming him down hard.

“Huk, ugh, ah! Hnng…!”

As Kwon Jiho flailed like a puppet with its strings cut, trying to get up, Do Yeonjae pulled out for a moment and turned him around to face the opposite direction. Kwon Jiho begged him to stop, but Do Yeonjae acted as if he hadn’t heard, as if it were already too late.

Ah, I hate this. The way he always turned on all the lights during sex, or how, whenever Kwon Jiho did something that displeased him, he’d make him face the giant mirror that filled one wall to see what a mess he’d become.

“Look.”

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Do Yeonjae positioned Kwon Jiho so his reflection was clearly visible in the mirror. After prolonged friction, his thighs—red and splotchy—were spread wide, and Do Yeonjae aligned the tip of his shaft with the hole dripping cloudy semen, thrusting it in deeply with one motion. Kwon Jiho trembled violently, like a fish speared on a harpoon.

“You’re letting all the cum I gave you spill out. What a waste.”

“…Huk, Director. Director…”

“You need to tighten that hole properly so it doesn’t leak. Mr. Kwon Jiho.”

Kwon Jiho shook his head at the lewd words whispered into his ear. His hand reached out as if to cover himself, but it was caught midair. With his other hand, Do Yeonjae grabbed the limp, clean flesh and toyed with it as if it were a plaything, kneading it however he pleased.

“You don’t even realize how much I’m pampering you.”

“Hnng… Ah—!”

The stimulation made his member start to harden again. Kwon Jiho, who had been squirming before slumping down, noticed his bulging belly and began to sob like a child. His battered insides ached.

“Ah, huk, it hurts, hnng, I hate this…”

“I like it when you’re in pain, Mr. Kwon Jiho.”

The conversation wasn’t connecting properly. A long finger traced around his navel as Kwon Jiho turned his head to look at Do Yeonjae. His sweat-soaked hair clung to him strand by strand, carrying a faint sweet scent and the smell of water as it swayed.

Do Yeonjae smiled at the tearfully crumpled face and kissed his damp temple. He covered Kwon Jiho’s hand, which rested on his flat stomach where the shaft moved in and out, with his own and pressed down hard.

“Ah, ack…! Huk, hnngh…”

“Why are you crying so much?”

Tears never seemed to stop. Instead of thrusting upward, Do Yeonjae rubbed inside with a vibrating motion, and Kwon Jiho twisted his hips, whimpering in distress. Leaning his exhausted head back, he called out to him. In moments like this, it felt as if Do Yeonjae was the only thing in the world.

“Direc… hnng… Director. Director…”

“Yes.”

“Hold me, haa. If you hold me…”

Though his words were slurred from crying, Kwon Jiho repeated his plea to be held several times. As if the shame of his spread legs no longer mattered, he let the tension in his thighs go. Leaning back heavily, he squirmed to grab at least Do Yeonjae’s hand.

“If I hold you?”

“Just… hnng, it’d feel good…”

“It’d feel good?”

“…Yes, yes. Hold me, please.”

Please.

At the desperate plea, Do Yeonjae smiled with satisfaction.

Ah, he wanted to hold him, but the sadistic urge to keep tormenting him like this crept in. He’d be startled if it swelled up suddenly. Buried so deep, he wouldn’t be able to move from the pain.

He wanted to see Kwon Jiho’s tear-streaked, crumpled face in the mirror, but the sight of his body starting to heat up pitifully softened him. He turned and held the whimpering Kwon Jiho in his arms. Kwon Jiho lifted his hips himself, aligning the tip with his stretched hole—an impressive improvement.

“Even if you act cute, it won’t end quickly.”

“…Ah, I know.”

“Then shall we move? Until you finish.”

Blushing, he nodded, gripping Do Yeonjae’s shoulders and slowly moving up and down. During his rut, Kwon Jiho’s stamina drained faster than usual. So Do Yeonjae intentionally prevented him from finishing.

Even the helping hand he’d occasionally offer was withheld once the rut began. If Kwon Jiho came even once, his limp body recovered too slowly.

Unaware of Do Yeonjae’s efforts to hold him back, Kwon Jiho instinctively moved his hips to hit the spot that felt good. As he sank down, pushing his pelvis inward, his swollen prostate brushed against it.

Ah. 

A ticklish moan escaped. Do Yeonjae pulled his increasingly flushed face closer, staring at him.

“I didn’t tell you to finish, Mr. Kwon Jiho.”

At the words spoken with a light kiss to his wet lips, Kwon Jiho’s closed eyes fluttered open. His teary gaze trembled with resentment.