Love Born of Pity Chapter 49

Do Yeonjae made the splashing sound of water, deliberately letting Jiho hear it. He smiled, hiding his impatience, as he felt the elasticity of the inner walls clinging to his fingers with each thrust. The agitated feeling down below and the ferocious nature of his pheromones changed in an instant. Overwhelmed by the outpouring of Do Yeonjae’s pheromones, Jiho couldn’t hold back his pleas.

“Sob, Director……. Director.”

His whimpering voice echoed pathetically, but Do Yeonjae was firm. He intended to torment Jiho until he uttered the words he wanted to hear directly. He pressed Jiho, licking the tears that welled up like jewels and streamed down his face each time he blinked. Jiho moved his bite-marked lips.

As Do Yeonjae moved his lips along Jiho’s jaw and nipped his cheek with his teeth, Jiho burst into tears again.

“Director, sob, that…….”

It was just a word referring to a body part, nothing special, so why was it so difficult? Why was he so embarrassed and shy?

“You just have to say ‘Put your dick in me, Director, instead of your fingers.’ Or say, ‘Give me your cock.'”

Jiho’s eyes, which had been blinking frequently as tears welled up, suddenly widened. Do Yeonjae wrinkled his nose, playfully mimicking sucking a cock with his hand in the air.

“You can’t suck it well, but you suck it hard, and you swallow all the cum when I cum in your mouth. It’s all the same. Why are you so embarrassed to ask for my cock?”

“…….”

“Is it because you’re a beta? Because your secondary gender isn’t used to taking a cock.”

Although it was probably a passing remark, Jiho’s heart sank at Do Yeonjae’s words. He gently stroked Jiho, who had noticeably stiffened. Do Yeonjae pressed his lips to the edge of his curved shoulder. At the gentle question of why he was so tense, Jiho shook his head slightly. Then, as if he had made a great decision, his expression became resolute.

With his eyes still wet, his nose red, and his lips swollen from persistent kisses, he opened his mouth and made a soft request.

“Please, put it in.”

“…….”

“……Di, uh, ugh.”

In the end, he failed to pronounce it properly and hugged Do Yeonjae’s neck. At the mumbled voice saying he couldn’t do it, Do Yeonjae decided to show a little mercy.

No, actually, he didn’t care. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

Whether Jiho had asked him to put his cock in or something else, he wanted to ravage his softened flesh and bury himself to the root right now. He could think of nothing but making Jiho cry and cling to him.

Unaware of what Do Yeonjae was thinking, Jiho sniffled and hugged his neck. He snuggled into Do Yeonjae’s embrace and struggled not to fall.

“Spread your legs properly.”

He pushed Jiho’s thighs apart, which had closed again, and slipped his arm under his knees. Jiho nodded and wriggled slightly. His thin thighs spread apart. As Do Yeonjae squeezed out all the remaining lube, Jiho shivered at the cold sensation.

Unfazed, he smeared the lube liberally on the twitching hole. He didn’t have the patience to even prepare it with his fingers. His barely held-together reason flew out the window. As usual, Do Yeonjae released his pheromones and aligned the blunt tip with the puckering folds.

As Jiho held his breath, seemingly tense, Do Yeonjae pressed his hips down, widening the narrow gap. As soon as he penetrated the soft, yielding folds, the tight inner walls gripped his cock as if to sever it. The inside, which he had painstakingly stretched, had easily swallowed his fingers, but not his cock.

“Ah, huh…….”

Unlike the tightly stretched hole, Jiho, feeling an unfamiliar tingling sensation, could only part his lips without blinking. Pleasure washed over him excessively, like endless waves crashing.

Ignoring Jiho’s plea to go slowly, overwhelmed and not knowing what to do, Do Yeonjae pulled his hips back and then thrust in deeply in one go. Jiho’s hazy eyes, filled with his handsome face, fluttered. A gasp escaped his lips, sweetly reaching Do Yeonjae’s ears.

“It doesn’t stop. How pitiful.”

Do Yeonjae chuckled, looking at the face with tears welling up like a spring. Contrary to his words of pity, his expression was only pleased. Do Yeonjae loved Jiho crying during sex more than any other time.

To be precise, he loved his crying face. He enjoyed making him cry and then staring at him intently. He also liked tasting the rolling tears with his tongue and gladly wiping his wet cheeks with a pretense of tenderness.

Jiho leaned his head against Do Yeonjae’s gentle hand stroking his cheek. Tears rolled down each time he blinked.

His swollen, red lips, painful just to look at, parted, repeatedly calling out, “Director, Director,” arousing Do Yeonjae. Releasing his body that had been pressing down on Jiho, Do Yeonjae grabbed his slender waist and pulled him roughly, aligning their lower bodies.

“Ah……! Sob, ah, ugh…….”

Just by holding his waist, Do Yeonjae’s hole tightened around the walls that had swallowed him to the root. His half-closed eyelids fluttered open, and tears pooled in his large eyes. His parted lips made a sound that was neither a cry nor a moan.

Thick semen spurted from his erect cock. Do Yeonjae’s wide-spread thighs involuntarily tightened. Jiho trembled with pleasure even as he felt a fear that Do Yeonjae’s cock, its thick outline visible against his lower abdomen, would burst through his skin.

His reddened, stretched-to-the-limit hole tightened involuntarily. A low moan escaped Do Yeonjae’s lips at the sudden constriction.

“You’re feeling it so well today. How lovely.”

“Uh, ugh, ah―uh…….”

There was a splashing sound. Jiho whimpered and shook his head at the cock roughly thrusting inside him. The lingering pleasure gradually grew in volume, becoming hot and then boiling over in an instant. His vision, constantly flashing as if electrocuted, felt like lightning strikes every moment.

Jiho even felt resentment towards Do Yeonjae, who was moving on his own accord despite his pleas to stop. The pouring pheromones made him feel an unbearable pleasure. At the duality of joy, how something so painful could feel so good, Jiho bit the inside of his cheek to suppress his moans.

“Don’t avoid my eyes. Look at me.”

“Uh, gasp, ah……!”

“You like it right now. Ha, stay still.”

At those words, he stopped his wriggling attempts to escape. Jiho held his rapidly rising breath, adjusted to his increasingly blurred vision, and focused on Do Yeonjae’s voice in his muffled ears.

Do Yeonjae, whose gaze had been fixed on the tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, slowly lowered his head. It wasn’t easy to distinguish whether Jiho was in pain or pleasure. Listening carefully to his flushed cheeks and ticklish whimpers, he looked at Jiho’s face more closely.

“Do you like it?”

He asked, pushing his hips lightly, then pulled out almost completely, leaving his tip just inside the hole, and stopped moving.

“Kwon Jiho.”

“Ha, di…… I like it. I like it.”

The moment Jiho’s parted lips inhaled and exhaled sharply, Do Yeonjae thrust roughly back into the tightening hole, following his breath. Jiho cried out as Do Yeonjae forced his way past the walls tightly gripping his cock, burying himself to the root. The chilling sensation was certainly similar to pain, but the tingling sensation spreading throughout his body was pleasure.

“Ah, ugh, gasp, it’s strange……. Uh, it’s strange. Ah, no.”

Thwack, thud! Violent friction sounds followed one after another. As Do Yeonjae pounded into him as if to split him in half, Jiho reached out. He felt like he couldn’t take any more, but Do Yeonjae kept pushing in endlessly.

“What’s strange when you’re leaking slick down here because you like it?”

“Ah, ah……. Sob, no……!”

“No? You don’t even know what you’re leaking.”

The pinkish flesh, flushed red, dripped a clear stream. The droplet, falling in a low arc, wet his pale skin and the sheets. Do Yeonjae easily flipped Jiho’s trembling body, oblivious to the wetness, hooked his half-pulled-out cock at the entrance, and pressed down between his raised shoulder blades.

“Why are you acting so pretty today? You’re not even saying it hurts, huh? Huh?”

Jiho was unusually sensitive today. Everything was fascinating: his lower body accepting him without resistance even when he thrust deep, Jiho crying out pleasantly at every thrust. His dark red cock slowly entered, parting the reddened buttocks. The white foam coating the base of his cock stretched stickily with each thrust.

Every part of him was stimulating. It was a sight that was incredibly arousing. Do Yeonjae gently stroked his smooth back and released his pheromones generously. The vast amount of pheromones he released at once seeped entirely into Jiho.

“Ah, ah……!”

Unable to bear the stimulation, Jiho moaned. He reflexively tightened his lower body, and a light smack landed on his buttocks.

“You’re clenching. I’m going to knot you. Relax.”

“Ah, no. Uh, ugh, Director…….”