Love Born of Pity Chapter 48

Jiho, with his thighs raised, wrapped his arms around Do Yeonjae’s waist and sobbed messily. He trembled, clinging to him as if he couldn’t let go. Do Yeonjae, who had acted several times as if he would pull away the arms wrapped around his waist, sighed deeply.

“Kwon Jiho.”

“Director, Director……. I was wrong. Forgive, sob, please forgive me. I’ll do everything……. Ugh, I won’t, I won’t do it again. Don’t leave me, sob, don’t leave me.”

Noticing the slightly softened voice, Jiho lifted his head, which had been buried in Do Yeonjae’s chest. His small face was completely wet. Tear-clumped eyelashes stuck together, making his youthful face look pitiful. The beautiful face that Do Yeonjae had liked from the first time he saw him made him want to generously forgive Jiho once or twice, no matter what he had done wrong.

“Tell me.”

“……Sob, I listened to, to other people……. I did what I wanted……. Ah, I hid things from you……. I didn’t listen to you……. Gasp, ugh……”

Out of breath, Jiho couldn’t speak properly. His slurred pronunciation made it difficult to understand what he was apologizing for, but Do Yeonjae was satisfied.

Seeing Jiho pale and terrified of being abandoned, it seemed unlikely he would do this again. He wouldn’t dare think of ending things with him on his own accord again either.

“He said he’d give me money, sob, money……. That if I did as he told me……. That even when you, you said you wanted to break up, it wasn’t, it wasn’t true……. I judged on my own, ugh, I judged…….”

As Do Yeonjae, who had been about to turn away coldly, sat back down on the chair, Jiho, his arms losing strength, collapsed on the floor. Do Yeonjae waited silently, listening to Jiho’s back heaving with sobs and his unceasing whimpers. Jiho, his face flushed red, crawled over and hugged Do Yeonjae’s legs. He truly acted like the most pitiful thing in the world.

“Tsk…….”

“Director…….”

Seeing his pathetic state, Do Yeonjae reached out his hand, and Jiho leaned his warm cheek against it. Jiho bit his lip, his eyelids heavy with tears. Thick teardrops streamed down his flushed cheeks.

“Why are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“……Sob, ugh……. Gasp.”

“If you do this again, I’ll just throw you out then. I won’t care if you’re fucked or not. Got it?”

“Yes, yes……. Yes.”

Do Yeonjae lifted Jiho up and took him to the bedroom. He knew Jiho hadn’t eaten dinner, but he didn’t feel like feeding him anything. As soon as he sat Jiho’s lightly pulled body on the bed, he kissed him hungrily. Taking off his clothes was easy. Jiho lay naked on the bed, responding to every touch.

“Mmm…….”

Small hands pulled Do Yeonjae closer familiarly. His warm body exuded a sweet scent. Do Yeonjae couldn’t understand why Jiho’s scent was sweeter and lighter, even though they used the same products.

“……Director.”

As Do Yeonjae sucked on his slender neck and released his pheromones, everything that had been rolling over his soft skin seeped into Jiho’s skin. Burying his nose again and inhaling deeply, he could now smell his own pheromones along with the sweet scent.

Jiho’s soft and tender flesh was sucked into his mouth and then nibbled, making him tremble. He murmured softly that it hurt, but he couldn’t bring himself to push Do Yeonjae away and just whimpered. Do Yeonjae repeatedly released his pheromones as if applying them, coating Jiho with them. Each time, Jiho whimpered fearfully, as if feeling something, opening his mouth slightly.

“Ha, uh……. Stop, this…….”

“What is it?”

“……Ha, the biting, it hurts…….”

He hadn’t told Do Yeonjae that his secondary gender had changed. If he had, he wouldn’t have been so leniently forgiven. Jiho unconsciously shut his mouth, about to talk about pheromones, and hugged Do Yeonjae.

When their mouths met again, Do Yeonjae hesitated for a moment, then suddenly pushed his tongue deep inside. The pheromones that spread from his mouth throughout his body felt like a huge boulder pressing down on him. It wasn’t just arousing; it was overwhelming and frightening. His breath caught, crushed by the formless weight. His head felt hazy, as if deprived of oxygen.

Seeing Jiho’s still chest and reddening face, Do Yeonjae pulled out his tongue, which had been thrust down his throat, and breathed into his mouth.

“We’ve been fucking for years, and you’re still so innocent.”

Do Yeonjae pecked kisses on his cheeks and chin, avoiding his panting lips, and muttered softly. Since it wasn’t a tone that expected a reply, Jiho didn’t bother to answer.

Jiho helped Do Yeonjae take off his shirt and unbuckled his pants, then sat up. Since this act was never skipped, he made eye contact as soon as he took out his clearly erect penis, swollen above his pants.

Their positions were reversed. Do Yeonjae lay down, and Jiho positioned himself between his legs. Do Yeonjae smiled slightly, watching Jiho’s tense, serious expression as he held his hardened cock. It was because he knew Jiho’s awkward and clumsy actions, how he still couldn’t breathe during kisses, and how he always had to have it in his mouth and be helped to cum.

Swollen lips rubbed the tip of his penis as if kissing it, then took it in. The glans was swallowed like candy into his small mouth. Evenly spaced teeth made contact without missing a spot. Even though it was a caress that extinguished rather than aroused him, Do Yeonjae always accepted it willingly. Smack, suck, peck. Unable to hold back his laughter at the cute sucking sounds, Do Yeonjae nudged Jiho’s cheek.

“Come up.”

He had told him countless times not to suck like that, but Jiho had no learning ability. Jiho blinked his still-wet eyelids dumbly, then belatedly understood Do Yeonjae’s words and blushed to the tips of his ears.

“That, that’s…….”

Do Yeonjae pulled Jiho up by force as he shook his head and muttered that he didn’t want to, and sat his thin body on his chest.

“You want to keep kissing instead?”

“Sob……. This is…….”

As tears welled up again, Jiho sobbed, unable to bear the shame. His eyelids, rubbed with the back of his hand, were red. At Do Yeonjae’s sigh, Jiho hesitated, then tightened his thighs and turned his body. As he moved further up, his back to Do Yeonjae, a thick hand pressed down firmly on his waist.

A shiver ran down his spine. Jiho knew how much his current position exposed his bottom. It was a foreplay act, done like a punishment whenever he displeased Do Yeonjae. It was also a caress that vividly showed how vulgar Do Yeonjae, who usually boasted a lack of decency in his speech, could be with his words.

As he reached out a trembling hand and grasped Do Yeonjae’s bobbing cock, his thighs were pulled apart. He felt warm breath against his skin, close enough to touch his face, between his wide-spread buttocks.

A small sob, and his memory cut off as if it had evaporated. When he came to his senses, he was pushed to the corner of the bed, his legs spread wide, mindlessly having his bottom licked by Do Yeonjae.

Even when he pushed Do Yeonjae’s face away, he wouldn’t budge. His bitten perineum stung, and his genitals were messy, wet with saliva and fluids. He didn’t know how many times he had cum. He couldn’t even feel his toes. Sex was always an act solely for Do Yeonjae’s pleasure, but not this time.

“Director, sob, Director……. Stop, I want to stop. Ugh, stop…….”

His loose hole swallowed four long, thick fingers. They moved in and out quickly with a squelching sound, then deliberately slowed down. As the fingers pushed in, scraping his inner walls and pressing down on his swollen prostate, his cock, pressed against his lower abdomen, spurted semen.

“Ah, ah, ugh……!”

His insides, stimulated for a long time, ached. His whole body had become overly sensitive. The lube he had poured inside had all melted out, making the sheets a mess. Do Yeonjae’s hands, wet up to his elbows, were all shiny.

“Stop, sob, ah……! I’m, I’m going to cum……. I don’t, ugh……!”

Do Yeonjae spread his closing thighs wide open, grabbed the glans that was about to erupt again, and stopped him from cumming. As his orgasm was blocked right before its peak, Jiho reached out a trembling hand. He desperately tried to remove the tightly gripping hand, then burst into tears.

“Why are you crying so much?”

Was his mood a little better now? At the softened atmosphere and gentle tone, Jiho straightened his upper body, which had been leaning back. Do Yeonjae, who had buried his face in his groin, also raised himself up.

Red, closely spaced marks covered his inner thighs and perineum. The delicate skin between his buttocks and around his hole was especially red, irritated by Do Yeonjae’s rough stubble, even after shaving.

“Are you upset that I stopped you from cumming?”

His tone was like he was coaxing a child. Do Yeonjae readily bent down towards Jiho, who was reaching out, allowing him to hug him, and then moved his body, which had been crumpled in the corner against the wall. He laid Jiho down on the bed, checked his flushed cheeks, and kissed him softly.

“If you just, uh, put it in…….”

“Put it in?”

“Yes, just……. Just…….”

“Put what in? I need you to speak clearly to understand. I’m already putting my fingers in.”