Strategic Mating Partner Chapter 45

“Yeah, that’s a relief. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

— Yes.

“Is there anything else other than that?”

—Yes.

Just as expected of Joo Sejin, his words were short. Although on the bed, he was so talkative it was annoying.

“Okay. Then I’ll text you again tomorrow. You must be tired too, so get some rest.”

— Yes.

And at the disconnected call, Taehyun looked at the numbers displaying ‘1:11’ and burst into laughter again. It had been a concise call that ended in an instant. Sejin would never know what a comfort this short call had been to him. That made him feel even better.

🤺

After that, it was a week later that Taehyun went to see Sejin again. The count, which had once dropped to the low single digits, remained there for four more days. Then, starting from the fifth day, it rose to double digits, and by the sixth day, it had climbed to the point where it was precariously close to exceeding the stadium entry regulation limit. Taehyun was genuinely thankful to the world. He had been terrified that if he had to do that deed once every four days, he would truly become unable to use his rear end.

Doing it about once a week meant that he would only have to do it four or five times a month until the Olympics ended in August. Of course, the problem was that the one time didn’t feel like it ended with just one time, but rather felt like six or seven times. In any case, he was thrilled just by the fact that he wouldn’t have to rack his brain over that problem for all but five days a month.

However, that didn’t mean the act with Sejin wasn’t a burden, either mentally or physically, so Taehyun fell into deep thought to find a breakthrough. Couldn’t he use something like a… toy? He even thought of a method to satisfy Sejin using something like a male masturbator and only doing it inside him when he was about to cum. Of course, he had no intention of putting it into practice. Sejin, while seemingly easygoing, had a delicate soul. If he were told to do such a thing, he would surely get furious, asking what he thought of him, and get sulky.

Whatever the method, he needed a clever plan to drain that guy’s excessive stamina. Since they were already meeting after both had finished their routine training, he couldn’t just tell him to do more exercise before coming…. Taehyun racked his brains hard and came up with a method that seemed realistically feasible.

‘He’s a human being too, after all….’

And at their next meeting, he had to bitterly admit that he had misjudged.

“Ah, ugh…. Wait a minute….”

As Taehyun, with his entire body held and supported by Sejin, stiffened his back and moaned, Sejin let out a faint chuckle and spoke.

“Hyung, you were the one who asked for this. Try to hold on a little longer.”

Taehyun, euk, held his breath again as if swallowing it, let out a haa, a cracked moan, and then mumbled.

“Too, deep, ugh…. Eung….”

Before Taehyun could even finish his sentence, Sejin captured the sight of him gasping for breath while clinging to him with both arms, and his lips curved into a smile.

“You didn’t know it would be like this? I thought you would have tried it since you have more experience than me. Ah. Was your experience on the penetrating side?”

At that teasing sentence, Taehyun wanted to run away anywhere. He had never been on the penetrating side either. In any case, he thought Sejin would have a slightly harder time, having to thrust while standing and supporting a weight of nearly 80kg. It was the result of underestimating the upper body strength of an athlete in a sport where they wielded a sword weighing nearly 1kg with one hand and displayed agility like a feather.

Looking back now, it was a really stupid idea. Even Taehyun himself, who primarily trained his lower body muscles rather than his arm muscles, could lift over 100kg without difficulty, so it was absurd to think that Sejin, who focused on training his upper body, would find him heavy. But 80kg rounded up is no light weight. He thought Sejin would struggle a little, but instead, Taehyun himself felt like he was going to die.

“Your mouth, somehow…. Ha, eugh….”

Every time Taehyun frowned, sook, the gravity of his body weight was added, and Sejin’s cock stabbed into a deeper place. Even so, the blunt and round tip, now with the added pressure from the weight, felt like it was gouging and digging into his sensitive spot. In the end, unable to hold on, Taehyun, who had finished cumming for the second time, had to immediately beg Sejin.

“Euk, heut, now, let me down, it’s hard….”

Only then did Sejin, as if finding Taehyun cute, smile lightly and place Taehyun down on the bed. Soaked with slick, his thighs and buttocks had rubbed hard against each other, causing Taehyun’s cheeks to become flushed red. Sejin grabbed that firm, swollen butt with both hands and spread it. The hole that Sejin’s cock had been churning in just moments before was gaping open and shut, and the semen he had shot inside earlier, mixed with slick, flowed out in a frothy state. The sight of his own stuff pooled between the folds of the reddened inner walls was a truly satisfying, magnificent view. Sejin toyed with the reddened folds with his fingertips, then had Taehyun lift both his legs up tight and pushed his own thing in again.

“Ah…. Eugh….”

Sook, as the thick head pushed its way into the momentarily opened hole, Taehyun’s body trembled again from the pressure of it scraping and filling his inner walls. As if it had always existed to be connected as one body, the softly loosened inner walls gladly accepted the penis and tightened, and the thick shaft squirmed, thrusting up inside. When the thickest point finally passed the entrance and heavily pressed down on his prostate, Taehyun writhed his body at the urge to urinate that was gently pushing up from below his navel.

“Wait, ah, it feels, weird…. Down there….”

He had never been in this position before, so it kept feeling strange. With his legs spread wide and lifted up, every time Sejin thrusted, he jabbed relentlessly at the spot where his bladder should be. It was already driving him crazy that his inner walls had reached a state where they accepted any stimulation from Sejin as pleasure, but with the constant pressure on his lower abdomen, a strange urge to expel, different from the feeling of cumming, made Taehyun’s toes curl.

“How? How does it feel weird?”

Sejin looked down at Taehyun like that and asked with a satisfied face. Taehyun suppressed the urge to slap that brazen face and chewed on his lip. Then Sejin, eutcha, lifted Taehyun’s legs up tight once more, slammed his hips down, and pushed his fingers between Taehyun’s lips.

“Ah…!”

Taehyun could no longer bite his lip and, thrashing his body at the pleasure that shot up as if squeezing his lower abdomen, he shook his head from side to side. Sejin gently rubbed Taehyun’s tongue with the thumb he had put in his mouth and whispered.

“You told me not to leave any marks on you, but what am I to do if you injure yourself.”

Then he once again touched Taehyun’s soft tongue and thrust his groin up. As his dick moved in and out rapidly between the tightened walls of flesh, attacking the same spot, Taehyun soon squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath. A wet slapping sound echoed mechanically, and heat rose to his head. Sejin gently brushed back Taehyun’s hair, which was drenched in sweat.

Taehyun, frowning again from the unbearable pleasure, unconsciously sucked on Sejin’s finger. It was the hand of a person who never stopped striving, a hand with hard calluses. Taehyun knew. No matter how much Sejin tormented him on the bed, he could not hate Sejin. From that day when he had faced him with his thorns all up, revealing his hostility as blatantly as a cat with its fur puffed up, Taehyun had been seeing himself in Sejin.

Because he was lonely, and because he was afraid of being rejected. The moment he saw the kid who chose to raise his hackles first as pitiful, he couldn’t coldly brush him off, saying it wasn’t his business.

To have acted all high and mighty and pretended to be an adult, only to end up in this state. Taehyun raised both arms to cover his face. Sejin grabbed Taehyun’s arms and pulled them down as if telling him not to. Sejin liked Taehyun’s flushed face. The moment Taehyun, suddenly embarrassed again, turned his head to avoid his gaze. Sejin pulled his cock almost all the way out and then rammed it back in in one breath.

“Ah…! Wait, I… Euk… I’m about to come….”

Taehyun’s words, unfortunately, were not finished. The moment Sejin roughly pulled his penis out again and then slammed it back in, joo-ook, a clear liquid burst out from the tip of Taehyun’s penis like a fountain, drawing a parabola.

“Ah, ahh…. Heuu…. Eut….”

Taehyun moaned, almost sobbing. As his heavily stimulated bladder slowly decreased in size, a long stream of clear liquid flowed from the tip of his erect penis. Sejin, not caring whether the liquid Taehyun had leaked soaked his stomach, thighs, and even the sheets, began to move his hips again. In the unrelenting pleasure, Taehyun shook his head again.