Mother Tape Chapter 7.2

He chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo is….”

Having thrown off his pants, Jaekwon took off his socks as well. While he had left Wisoo’s wrappings half-undone, he had no hesitation in becoming naked himself.

“Really good at making a person feel their lowest without any malice.”

“Lowest?”

Wisoo, flustered, shook his head.

“I’ve never done that….”

“That’s what I mean. You don’t know at all.”

Jaekwon threw off his underwear. It was the first time Wisoo had seen Jaekwon’s erection while sober, and he gasped, “Heek.”

“Why. You’ve already seen it.”

Jaekwon asks with a faint smile. The conversation had already been cut short. Wisoo, who almost unconsciously said ‘daddy,’ bit his lip hard. He had thought that since this was Gwak Bonyoung’s room, saying something like that would make Jaekwon go limp. He didn’t know that while Jaekwon had called Gwak Bonyoung ‘father,’ he had no memory of ever calling him ‘daddy.’

“Did you only want to have sex with the clothed version of me, Mr. Seon Wisoo? Do you not like me when I’m naked? I’m not interested in a censored, 15+ rated bed scene.”

“Ah, no. That’s not it. It’s just… this is the first time I’ve seen it so explicitly.”

“First time, my ass. You took it well before. You just don’t remember it clearly.”

Jaekwon moved completely on top of Wisoo. He didn’t stop at his thighs but came up further, further. Past the stomach, the chest, all the way to the shoulders. His thick thighs were like the pillars of a temple, of which only a trace of Greece remained, seen only in black and white photographs. Jaekwon grabbed his dick and gently lowered it towards Wisoo’s mouth. He had only lowered it a little, but the strong scent of Jaekwon’s pheromones and his skin emanated from his crotch, and in response, Wisoo’s mouth filled with saliva.

“Want to suck it?”

The shadow of Jaekwon’s dick was long enough to cover the length of Wisoo’s face, and then some. Not just the shadow, but the real thing as well. Wisoo looked on, troubled, before finally answering.

“If, if you could just come down a little….”

It’s astonishing that he doesn’t say no. He had intentionally set the bar high from the start, but with Wisoo not backing down at all, he was the one who was becoming troubled.

Jaekwon moved his knees back. Wisoo lifted his head and lightly took the tip into his mouth. He looked up, as if asking if this was how to do it, and it was an incredibly arousing sight.

“Haha….”

Jaekwon let out a dry laugh to hide his excitement, which felt like it was his first time.

“Are you going to call me daddy? For real?”

With a huge piece of flesh in front of him, there was no way his mind would be working properly. Seeing Wisoo, who was just tense without giving an answer, Jaekwon gently swept back his hair before gripping it firmly. Then, he tapped Wisoo’s forehead with his penis. Tap, tap.

“Go on. Say it. Let’s see if I stop or not.”

“Ugh….”

“Try it, and if it doesn’t work, say the word I picked for you. What should it be. Hmm, right. Let’s go with ‘stairs’.”

Indeed, it seemed like the talk of stairs would be a turn-off. Jaekwon had come to dislike those gloomy stairs much more than before. The image of Wisoo tumbling down them was enough to make his blood run cold just by recalling it.

“Ughn….”

Wisoo mumbled, something between an answer and a moan. The thing that had been tapping his forehead was now being shamelessly rubbed against Wisoo’s cheek. It could have felt humiliating, but Wisoo’s breathing only grew rougher. Jaekwon marveled at this unspeakably innate lewdness.

“Eat it.”

He urged him on gently, as if offering ice cream.

Wisoo barely managed to swallow just the tip. His head bobbed up and down as he struggled. His cheeks turned pink, and beads of sweat formed on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a child taking a nap, but what was in his mouth was another person’s penis, like a weapon.

“Ooop!”

His head was suddenly grabbed, and Wisoo’s eyes widened. Jaekwon gently stroked Wisoo’s warm scalp with his fingertips. The back of Wisoo’s startled neck throbbed. Following the soothing fingertips was a light shaking motion. Lightly? The movement was light, but for Wisoo, it was overwhelming.

“Feel like you’re going to throw up?”

Wisoo, his eyes brimming with tears, shook his head.

“Sshh.”

Because of that, the head of his penis was lightly scraped by his front teeth. Jaekwon tilted his chin up and let out a moan. The veiny nape of his neck was so erotic that Wisoo, despite his struggle, got half-hard looking at it.

“It’s hard, isn’t it.”

It was hard, of course. But it wasn’t unbearable.

He’s doing this on purpose…. He wants me to give up. Wisoo, realizing Jaekwon’s intention, decided to fight back instead.

Sluurp….

His mouth had its limits, so he stuck out his tongue and licked up the shaft. Saliva dripped down, falling onto his chest through his open shirt. Jaekwon clenched his teeth. The veins on the back of the hand gripping Wisoo’s hair stood out.

He had only intended to scare him a little, but now he was being provoked instead. Jaekwon’s member grew a bit harder. Wisoo’s eyes widened at the feeling of it getting bigger in his mouth. He felt like the corners of his mouth would tear.

“Wait.”

Noticing this, Jaekwon released the hand gripping his hair.

“Puha…! Oof…!”

No sooner had he exhaled than Jaekwon rubbed Wisoo’s lips with his wet glans. He rubbed both sides, soaking them, then narrowed his eyes, grabbed his own dick, and rubbed it against Wisoo’s cheek.

“Ah, ah….”

It grew more intense. Soon it reached the point where he was shoving Wisoo’s face into his own groin. The shaft of his dick rubbed against his cheek, and coarse pubic hair scraped his chin and the area below his cheek. The parts of Wisoo’s delicate skin that were scraped slowly turned red.

“I’m going to put more in. If you can’t take it, hit my thigh.”

Jaekwon was being as accommodating to Wisoo as possible. With a safeword already in place, this kind of consideration wasn’t necessary, but with a cock in his mouth, he wouldn’t be able to say ‘stairs’ or ‘daddy’.

As soon as Wisoo seemed to have caught his breath, Jaekwon made him open his mouth again and pushed himself in. Slowly, but firmly. The area under Wisoo’s chin bulged and receded repeatedly.

It wasn’t as if Jaekwon had never tried irrumatio, pushing it in until his throat swelled. It wasn’t that he disliked it either. But with Wisoo, perhaps because his body was slender and thin, it didn’t feel pleasant.

Just deep-throating alone was difficult enough for Wisoo. Yet, it was astonishing that he was still blushing and half-hard.

“Ah, there.”

Jaekwon pushed him away, rubbing Wisoo’s forehead with his thumb. A fit of coughing followed. Jaekwon rubbed the soaking wet thing on Wisoo’s nape. Wisoo, his eyes as wet as Jaekwon’s cock, asked.

“Do, don’t I have to suck you off?”

“…It’s fine. It would probably take 100 years.”

100 years…. I wish 100 years would just pass by while doing something like this. I want us to become skeletons side by side like that.

At Jaekwon’s words, Wisoo had a gloomy thought. Jaekwon stared blankly at Wisoo’s cheek, plastered with his pheromones, then let go of the hair he was holding and put his hands under Wisoo’s arms, lifting him straight up. Even the area below his knees was now completely on the bed.

“Should I… take off my clothes?”

“Why waste it. I left it on purpose. Don’t take it off.”

His body, which had been on top of him as if to press down on his neck, moved down, parting the collar of Wisoo’s shirt to chew on his nape, suck on his collarbone, and head for his chest. The nipples were already standing erect. They were the size of adzuki beans. Fucking tiny.

“Should I make them a little bigger….”

He mutters as if that part were some kind of succulent. Before Wisoo could ask, ‘Pardon?’, Jaekwon grabbed each nipple with both hands and pulled hard.

“Aaack!”

It hurt. There was only pain. Since he wasn’t in heat, his senses were clear, not confused. Startled, Wisoo’s upper body flinched with the pulling force.

Still, Jaekwon showed no mercy. He pulled, then pressed down hard, rubbing as if to scrape it raw, then pinched and twisted as if to cut off blood flow, as if hoping something would come out from inside. Natural tears began to well up in Wisoo’s eyes, making them wet.

“It, it hurts!”

“What? Daddy? Should I stop?”

“No, ah! That’s not what I…!”

Just as a sound on the verge of tears, “Heuk,” escaped, Jaekwon let go of his nipples. They throbbed so much he wondered if they would bruise. Wisoo raised his arms and wrapped them forlornly across his chest. As if that wasn’t enough, he looked at Jaekwon resentfully and pulled at his shirt, but then, “Ah,” his body trembled.

“You’ve become sensitive, haven’t you?”

Jaekwon asked languidly, sweeping his hair back. He pushes away Wisoo’s flustered arms. His swollen and tense nipples were visible. Jaekwon stuck out his tongue, gathering saliva, and went to that pitifully abused spot, rubbing it slowly and deeply.

“Ah, aah….”

It was bewildering. The pain was definitely still there, but the moment Jaekwon licked the spot gently, it felt as though he could feel every single taste bud on his tongue. It was because he had become so sensitive. Besides, the pleasure that came after the pain felt much sweeter.

“W, wait a moment…. It feels, it feels strange….”

That’s the point. Jaekwon pressed down on Wisoo’s upper body, stopping him from trying to get up.

He licked the other nipple with a dry tongue after swallowing his saliva. The wet nipple cooled in the air, sending a shiver through his body. Before his own saliva dried, he rubbed it gently with his hand, causing his hips to stiffen and his abs to become so tense they stood out vertically. Before long, Wisoo was so aroused that he left round marks on both the front and back of his underwear.

By the time Jaekwon wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand and sat up, Wisoo had come to perfectly understand why the chest was considered one of the erogenous zones.

“From now on, when we have sex, I’m going to make your nipples so sore you won’t be able to wear clothes for at least two days. Do you still want to do it?”

Wisoo’s blurred focus slowly returned at those words.

Wisoo looked at Jaekwon and fumbled to bring a hand to his own chest. It didn’t even make full contact, just the fingertips brushed against it, but he was so on edge that a sound, “Heuk,” escaped. Just as he had said, he didn’t want to put anything near it starting right now.

But… but Wisoo wanted to be held by Jaekwon. He wanted to mix his body with Jaekwon’s and be swayed by his ways until he remembered nothing. Not the teacher, not the basement. Everything.

“Then… you’ll put medicine on it and a bandage for me.”

It wasn’t a request like, ‘please do it,’ but a statement of fact, ‘you will do it.’

Jaekwon laughed shortly. Where on earth did a creature like this pop out from? Incomprehensible and unpredictable. Muttering incomprehensible nonsense, and from the viewpoint of someone who doesn’t believe in modern medicine, superstitions, or parascientific phenomena, he’s just a crazy person….

“Is a character bandage okay?”

And yet, Jaekwon was aroused by this flawed person. He was horny while sober, and he was more turned on by his unique body scent than by pheromones.

Jaekwon put one of Wisoo’s legs on his shoulder. He saw the dark, round stain on his underwear and slid his hand in from the thigh. Compared to his flat abs, his iliac bone protruded, creating a small space, and there, his dick, asserting its masculinity as the first sex, was filling it. Feeling the dampness, he snatched it and pulled down, while his thumb quickly rubbed up the perineum and the entrance below.

“Ahheut!”

At that touch, Wisoo threw his head back and trembled. Pre-cum gushed out. From the front and the back.

“I made a mistake.”

Jaekwon said with a gleaming smile.

“I shouldn’t have thrown out the sheets. It looks like I’ll have to throw out the mattress.”

“Haeu, ah.”

“Next time, let’s go buy a waterproof sheet.”

He turned his head and licked the hollow part next to Wisoo’s trembling, round kneecap in an upward motion.

Seon Wisoo. He has a lot of fluid, like a small lake. An image of a dark, quiet, small lake hidden in a forest comes to Jaekwon’s closed eyes. Humid, wet, yet not gloomy….

Strange, isn’t it. This house is like a swamp and you are like a lake, yet I am so thirsty.

It seems I’m planning to drown.

Jaekwon quickly stroked Wisoo’s member, inducing him to cum. In a sober state without being in heat, the extreme pleasure that welled up made Wisoo cum in no time.

The water overflows. Wisoo’s pheromones pull Jaekwon and drag him deep inside himself. Just like water spirits do.

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“Do I really need to… buy a waterproof sheet.”

Muttering, Jaekwon flicked his hand. Wet fluid splattered from his hand. His fingertips were wrinkled. He had vaguely felt it during their first time, but Seon Wisoo really seemed to be made of water.

“Huaah… Huah….”

Wisoo panted like someone who had just run hard. He also looked like a mermaid just pulled out of the water. Jaekwon wiped the corner of Wisoo’s mouth, where saliva had pooled from his cheek being pressed down while lying on his stomach.

“Can you hold it in?”

“Ah, no….”

“Then why don’t you call me daddy.”

“Because I don’t want… to stop….”

“Why? Go on. I want to hear it.”

Jaekwon put his hand between Wisoo’s prone body and the mattress. The necktie he had tied around Wisoo’s neck was now tied not around his neck, but around Wisoo’s slender cock. It was even tied in a neat knot.

Wisoo turned his head over his shoulder, a look on his face as if to ask, ‘Really?’. He looks like an idiot. Jaekwon let out a laugh, “Heo.”

“…Daddy.”

He could declare honestly, without a single lie. He was a dominant with a controlling tendency, but he wasn’t the kind of freak who got excited by being called daddy. Besides, to him, the word ‘daddy’ was more alien and bizarre than a deep-sea creature.

But at the sound of Seon Wisoo muttering it with his wet lips, his own member became so erect it tingled.

Was the title not the problem? Jaekwon muttered. Wisoo, not having heard him properly, thought he was displeased and spoke more proactively.

“Daddy… don’t stop….”

His head was spinning. Jaekwon pressed his forehead lightly and let out a hollow laugh.

He had tried hunter-prey play. There was no reason he couldn’t play along with a bit of daddy play. No, is Seon Wisoo playing along with me? It was quite absurd for Jaekwon to discover a side of himself he didn’t know existed through Seon Wisoo.

“Wisoo, do you feel like calling me daddy?”

Wisoo nodded blankly. To him too, the word ‘daddy’ was as unfamiliar as a tropical fruit. Closer than a deep-sea creature, though.

“Euh, aat!”

Wisoo’s blankly unfocused eyes snapped back into focus. Jaekwon had spanked Wisoo’s ass.

“Then why are you making daddy so upset?”

Jaekwon whispered sweetly. But his hand was not gentle.

“Ah, aat!”

“How can you leak so much no matter how I tie you up? So clumsy, how can I take you anywhere?”

“I, I leaked…?”

Wisoo, his focus gone, reached a hand down with a clumsy touch to try and cover himself. Jaekwon didn’t stop him, knowing that doing so would only make him feel so much it would hurt because of his heightened sensitivity.

“Heueueu, heueu….”

Wisoo squirmed his hips and tried to block the front. When he cupped the glans with his palm, he jumped as if he’d been electrocuted.

“Which daddy taught you such shitty table manners.”

“Heu, ah! Ah, daddy….”

“Who. Gwak Bonyoung?”

“Ah, no. Ah! Jae, Jaekwon daddy….”

Wisoo leaked every time he was hit. Jaekwon’s hand became wet. Because Jaekwon had tied him up, no semen came out, only fluid barely trickled out.

“It would feel good to rub it.”

Jaekwon flipped Wisoo’s body over onto his back.

“Why did you cum so early in the first place. You’re being punished for being rude and eating before daddy, aren’t you.”

The reason he had tied him up here was because Wisoo had quickly reached climax at the touch of Jaekekwon’s hand probing his rear. Jaekwon didn’t build up the sensation slowly; he had poked the most sensitive spot at once. Having done that himself, he then tied him up, claiming he couldn’t hold back. Wisoo’s lips parted in a silent plea.

“Are you upset for being punished? Do you feel it’s unfair?”

“Eu, ah, no, no! Ah! Aat! Ah, daddy, wait, ah!”

Jaekwon grabbed Wisoo’s wrist, which was covering the tip of his own penis, and shook it roughly.

“Haaaah! Aah! Ah!”

“See, fuck. I told you it’s useless. Mr. Seon Wisoo, you’re the one making me into a piece of trash right now. Huh?”

Jaekwon’s voice, filled with ecstasy, sounded like a madman’s, and Wisoo screamed like a madman as well. As he madly rubbed just the soft, squishy tip where the urethral opening was with his palm, his feet pushed wildly and his eyes repeatedly rolled back on their own.

Because his bottom was tied up tightly, Wisoo’s member was plump and ripe. The path for release was narrowly blocked, so fluid trickled out, but it was far from satisfying. Wisoo began to thrust his hips as if he were having penetrative sex.

“For having a dick on him….”

Watching him, Jaekwon smirked crookedly. His own dick was also so erect that his balls felt like they would burst from swelling. Holding back was an ordeal. But this was Jaekwon’s way. To control and be controlled. And in the end, to pour it all out.

“It, it hurts! It hurts, ah…!”

“But you’re enduring it well, aren’t you?”

“I want to, I want to come. I want to come….”

Wisoo begged. Jaekwon lightly pulled on the knot of the necktie with his fingers.

Even that much felt like it would give him an opening to breathe.

“Haaaah!”

Just as Wisoo screamed and was about to cum….

“Ah, why…! Whyyy…!”

Jaekwon pulled the knot tight again.

Wisoo struggled with his upper body, trying to pry Jaekwon’s hand off. His mind, having lost its grip, let him babble whatever came out as if a screw had come loose.

“Ah, daddy, I’m sorry, ah! Ah!”

But there was no mercy. Instead, Jaekwon flipped Wisoo over again and spanked his buttocks. A smacking sound rang out, and Wisoo collapsed forward with only his butt in the air.

“If you keep being impatient, I’ll tie up not just your dick, but your wrists and ankles too and lock you up in this room, you hear?”

The tone was light, but the content was chilling. Even if it was said as part of a scene and not meant seriously, at those words, Wisoo went “Heuk, heuk,” and gripped his own buttocks tightly. In his own way, he was trying to hold himself steady so his hips wouldn’t shake anymore. But it seems he hadn’t considered that by spreading his cheeks, the wet, lip-like entrance would be clearly visible to Jaekwon, puckering open.

“Sss….”

Jaekwon bit back a curse, feeling a slight dizziness from his extreme erection. It seemed that because his dick was big, the blood supply to his head was lacking. With less blood to the head, rational judgment also became clouded. But to avoid acting like any other common alpha bastard, Jaekwon got up onto his knees and sat.

“Maybe because you’re still a baby, this place is a light color too. Are you okay with it getting darker because of me?”

It was quite a bit of teasing, but Wisoo didn’t quite understand. He barely managed to turn his head to look at Jaekwon, his cheek pressed down so that his lips were jutting out. He couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s, it’s okay. Make it dark, please….”

It was getting to the point where his head was aching again. Jaekwon was amazed at Wisoo’s natural talent. Before he knew it, he too was immersed in a play that wasn’t even his usual preference. Wisoo, because he had lost his reason, and Jaekwon, because he had lost his rationality.

“Okay. Daddy will make it dark for you.”

Wisoo trembled, “heudeuk heudeuk,” at the touch of the hand kneading his spanked buttocks.

Soon, Jaekwon flipped Wisoo over, brought his thighs together, inserted himself between them, and began to rub quickly.

“Aaaaaah!”

Wisoo twisted his body and cried. His pre-cum flowed out in streams, drenching Jaekwon’s member until it glistened.

With his cheek pressed into the mattress, Wisoo, unaware of the drool flowing from his mouth, stared blankly with his mouth agape, blinking his eyes. Then, feeling a weight, tap, tap, landing on his tailbone, he turned his head and grimaced again.

“Isn’t it… too big?”

Wisoo asked, looking at the heavy pillar of flesh resting on the small of his back.

“It does hurt.”

Jaekwon’s voice was hoarse as well.

“So you’ll have to kiss it better.”

“Kiss… with my mouth…?”

Wisoo asked back blankly. His blank eyes looked as if he were about to fall asleep.

“Yeah. With your lower mouth.”

Jaekwon grabbed Wisoo’s cheek and turned it. Thanks to that, his chest pressed against Wisoo’s back. Their skin stuck together with a “chak” sound due to the intense heat and sweat. Wisoo let out a long sigh, “Haaa….”

Jaekwon’s hand was still on Wisoo’s cheek. He gripped it tightly and inserted his index and middle fingers between his parted lips.

“Suck on daddy’s fingers.”

As instructed, Wisoo began to suck on the fingers, “jjok jjok.”

While his attention was focused there, Jaekwon prepared for insertion. As soon as it touched the entrance, it took him in with a “cho-op” sound, as if trying to swallow him. A vein popped on Jaekwon’s forehead. Jaekwon began to insert himself very slowly, and Wisoo’s hands trembled “badeul badeul” before he finally gave up on gripping his own buttocks.

With his hand that had fallen, he braced himself on the bare mattress. Still, he couldn’t hold his upper body up. Jaekwon pressed down on him more and more, and Wisoo’s body bent forward accordingly.

“Ah, I can’t… breathe….”

Wisoo mumbled, chewing on Jaekwon’s fingers. His body was being pressed down, suffocating him. And Jaekwon, looking at the desk clock in the room, counted Wisoo’s gasps.

Jaekwon could tell enough about Wisoo’s reaction through the pheromones being released and their connection. The way he was chewing, “omul omul,” let him know that Wisoo was feeling it immensely right now.

“Heu…. It’s going to be cut off.”

Muttering, Jaekwon forcibly pulled himself out. Wisoo’s body trembled “bareureu.” Does he feel it more when I pull out? When Jaekwon thrust deep again, this time Wisoo’s head was thrown back with a “hook,” hitting Jaekwon’s shoulder blade. Ah. It seems he likes it more during insertion. Since he wasn’t in heat, he could observe more objectively. Jaekwon smiled faintly and, while pressing Wisoo down, began to increase his speed.

“Heo-euk, eok, ah, ang, a-euh…!”

Pressed down and unable to move an inch, Wisoo could only scratch “beok beok” at the mattress. Though nothing was tying him down, it was as if he were bound tightly. Jaekwon scraped Wisoo’s tongue. A “ggeureuk” sound was made. He pulled out his hand and moved it down to grope Wisoo’s Adam’s apple.

“Ha, ha-euh, ah….”

“This is crazy…. Fuck, is it because you’re my son, it fits perfectly, huh? Hoo-ooh.”

Even though his Adam’s apple, a vital point, was being touched, instead of shrinking away in fear, he craned his neck to allow for a better grasp, and Jaekwon was astounded. Where did something like this come from. While he found it hard to believe that no one had ever known this side of him until now, he felt that had to be the case for him to avoid committing a criminal act.

“Baby, hold on tight.”

Jaekwon panted, gripping Wisoo’s hips firmly. The inside tightened even more. It was getting painful.

“Ah, I want to, I want to cum….”

“Hoo, no. You’ll get tired then, won’t you.”

He had a rough idea of Wisoo’s stamina. Jaekwon wanted to go for a long time. He wanted to do it at least three times without pulling out.

“Daddy’s going to cum inside you here.”

Jaekwon murmured, rubbing Wisoo’s slender Adam’s apple.

“I tied you up, so it’s okay. You won’t have a little sibling.”

He says this with a nasty smile. Wisoo, even while on the verge of passing out from ecstasy and a tightly controlled climax, shook his head.

“I, I’m… okay too. Heua! That, that won’t happen….”

Jaekwon couldn’t dwell on the unsettling feeling embedded in those words. His dick was being chewed on, after all.

He gripped Wisoo’s hips, repeating the motion of pulling out as if extracting something, and thrusting in as if stuffing something. Wisoo’s lips, which felt like they would tear just from taking in the narrow entrance and the tip, and his genitals below were the same. While on his stomach, Jaekwon pushed one of Wisoo’s legs up.

“Heueueu…!”

Scraped by the rough part of the mattress, Wisoo’s member reached a chilling climax but couldn’t quite get there, sliding back down. He reached down and scratched at Jaekwon’s thigh and side, but he showed no mercy. His eyes flickered, “kkamppak kkamppak,” rolling back behind his sclera.

“Seon Wisoo.”

Jaekwon gently grabbed Wisoo’s hair and lifted his head. He patted his cheek to bring him back to his senses.

“Do you still like it… even when I have sex like this?”

Jaekwon asked. Wisoo, perhaps because he himself was desperate, thought that Jaekwon’s question sounded desperate too. It was as if he was asking to be liked even if he had sex like this, so even as he was gasping for breath, he smiled foolishly.

“Eu-eung…. Ah, I like it…. There….”

“I haven’t even put it all in. Even though it’s just the entrance, hoo, you like it when I rub you?”

Jaekwon slightly lifted his upper body and changed the angle. He rubbed against the blocked inner wall. At that, it puckered open and then closed again repeatedly. Beyond this, that must be there. The proof that Seon Wisoo is an omega.

Jaekwon pressed down firmly on Wisoo’s tense, slender back. And this time, without pulling out, he rubbed upwards from inside.

“Heueueueu! A-euh! Ah!”

The tender inner wall that no one had ever touched was being rubbed, and Wisoo was horrified. By now, his penis was starting to hurt. It was painful having his erect member constantly rubbing against the mattress, so Wisoo tried to turn his body a little.

That was the problem.

“Ha-euh! Ah! Ah!”

“You turned yourself, and you’re the one feeling it?”

Jaekwon did as he wished. It became a position where he was lying on his side, holding Wisoo from behind. It looked like a big spoon and a small spoon nestled together.

With the pressure gone, Wisoo reached down and pulled on the necktie. But it was the wrong direction. It only ended up tightening the knot. Wisoo threw his head back and his body flinched.

Jaekwon placed Wisoo’s leg on top of his own thigh, making him lift his leg as if a dog were peeing.

“Wanna pee?”

“Ah, I, I don’t want to. Ah, untie it. Un, untie it. This, please….”

“Daddy taught you, hook, what to say if you really don’t like it.”

“I, I don’t like that either….”

“He doesn’t like anything…. Our baby.”

“A-euh, ah, ang!”

“I’ve spoiled you too much. Hmm…?”

Jaekwon smiled slyly and stroked Wisoo’s crotch. His groin was rubbed, then pressed firmly. Wisoo’s penis twitched. And his hips drew back sharply.

He looked down slightly and parted his buttocks to see the entrance, unable to close completely, puckering open. Jaekwon watched it intently while gently soothing Wisoo’s erect nipples. At that, the tension in his thoroughly stiffened buttocks drained away. At that moment, he wrapped his arms around Wisoo’s lower abdomen and pulled him back sharply. His own member pushed up at the same time. The tension of the inner wall, which had been puckering but blocking entry, was more relaxed than usual, and Jaekwon pierced through it and wedged himself inside.

“……!”

Wisoo let out a silent scream, his eyes wide open. To secure his position deeper and more firmly, Jaekwon twisted his hips upwards and untied the necktie that had been restraining Wisoo’s member.

“…Ah… Ah….”

Wisoo could only let out vacant moans. The release he had so desperately craved was permitted, but paradoxically, he couldn’t do it.

Jaekwon pressed down firmly on Wisoo’s lower abdomen and, rubbing his nipples, pounded up into him. Wisoo began to convulse violently and curl his body up. Not missing a beat, Jaekwon chased after him, and as if it had been pooling inside, Wisoo’s fluid gushed out, “walkak walkak.”

“This is… crazy.”

He too was soaked in sweat. Jaekwon muttered, chewing on Wisoo’s shoulder.

The backs of Wisoo’s knees trembled violently. The convulsions started in his lower abdomen and grew larger and larger. The bursting sounds of “peok, peok,” weren’t enough, as a sloshing sound was added. And yet, it didn’t feel like it was coming from his own body, but from another world. The croaking, gagging, hiccuping voices of the dead were no longer audible. Even that felt as unreal as a hallucination from a nightmare. The only things he could feel were body heat, and pheromones.

It feels like I’m going to lose consciousness. Just as Wisoo was about to open his mouth vacantly and close his eyes, Jaekwon’s large hand completely enveloped his member. And his chin pressed down firmly on Wisoo’s shoulder as his lips sucked on his ear.

“Seon Wisoo.”

It’s a cloying and sweet voice. Wisoo placed his hand on top of Jaekwon’s wrist. Jaekwon gently rubbed the tip of his penis, just as he had done to his nipples. And then a command, laced with laughter, was given.

“You can cum now.”

“…Ah…!”

Wisoo curled his body up as much as he could. Jaekwon pressed down firmly on the tender flesh of the glans as if to spread the urethral opening, and slid his hand. It felt like he could feel his fingerprints. The seedless semen that had been blocked for so long flowed out weakly. It gushed out “kkulleok kkulleok,” but lacked a sense of release. An itch of disappointment spread all over his body, making him want to scratch wildly. He wanted him… to scratch him.

At the same time, he could feel Jaekwon’s member hooking its glans firmly onto his innermost part and ejaculating.

As if he were ejaculating what he was ejaculating into him, Wisoo clenched his teeth and shot out clear fluid with a “chwaak” sound.

“…Haha. That’s not what I meant when I told you to cum.”

Jaekwon was delighted to see the fluid not only soaking his hand but also shooting forward, “pyut, pyut.”

He too had held back for a very long time and came repeatedly. He wanted to push deeper inside. He put strength into his hips until dimples formed on his buttocks. Wisoo, under the pressure, stuck his tongue out slightly, then closed his mouth tightly and swallowed a sour saliva.

A climax like a seizure swept over both of them. Compared to the main act, which had no pretense, the climax was rather quiet. Sometimes, a very large wave comes in quietly.

Jaekwon waited for Wisoo to catch his breath. Without pulling out.

“Seon Wisoo.”

He laid Wisoo on top of him. Wisoo, lying on Jaekwon as if he were a bed, stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time before realizing what position he was in.

The piece of flesh lodged inside him slipped out slowly. The stuff that had pooled inside was about to follow it out, but it thrust back in with a “kook” and blocked it.

“Ah!”

Wisoo trembled “bureureu” at the hand fumbling with his moaning Adam’s apple. He tilted his head back to make it easier for Jaekwon’s hand to wrap around his neck, but his hand simply moved gently between the hollow of Wisoo’s collarbones and his Adam’s apple.

“You can keep daddy company two more times, right?”

“……”

Wisoo couldn’t even answer. Jaekwon stroked Wisoo’s body, which was still trembling “umchil umchil” as if in a convulsion. He pressed his lips wetly against the damp skin and muttered in a self-deprecating voice.

“What to do, the Mr. Kwak Jaekwon you wanted to have sex with is this kind of person….”

“I didn’t know….”

Wisoo, who he thought had fainted, answered with his eyes closed, his voice mixed with a breathy, hissing sound.

“I didn’t ask without knowing….”

On the contrary, perhaps because of the sticky sweat and exhausted body, stray thoughts didn’t even come to mind. The surroundings were quiet, and the dead things that used to roam this house like a tunnel were so quiet, as if sick of his moans, that he couldn’t even feel their presence.

Wisoo took Jaekwon’s hand that was wrapped around his neck and slowly brought it down. He made it brush against his own thin chest, his nipples. When it passed over his erect nipples, he flinched and unconsciously tightened his lower parts. The sound of Jaekwon’s moan is pleasant to hear.

Next, the navel, the iliac bone, and the soft, sparse pubic hair, the small testicles and perineum below…. Finally, he let it go to the connected part. Wisoo covered Jaekwon’s large hand, intertwined their fingers, and touched the connected part together, letting out a low moan.

“Ha…. So I’m the one who got caught in the wrong trap?”

Jaekwon muttered.

Wisoo pulled Jaekwon’s other hand, put it in his mouth, and sucked on it with all his heart. Jaekwon’s hand, which was on Wisoo’s perineum, scratched at the plumply swollen, tender flesh, then made him spread his fingers to wrap around his own connected dick. Then, he began to move slowly.

“I’m curious how much of my semen your stomach can hold….”

For some reason, hearing this vulgar remark brought tears to Wisoo’s eyes.

Lonely.

Desolate.

Hungry and solitary.

He wished Kwak Jaekwon would fill him completely. It was fine if he vomited it all up and left, it was fine if it was only a fleeting moment and all he had to hold onto for the rest of his life was a memory, it was fine if his unbearable stamina was completely depleted, Wisoo wanted Jaekwon to push him to the very end and shatter him to pieces.

“The tiles.”

Wisoo muttered, holding back his tears.

“Eut…. The blue ones…. Ah.”

“Hmm.”

“I want to do… the blue ones.”

“Then ha, what’s the difference with the green ones.”

“Ah! There, is a difference.”

There is a difference. A very big one….

If the color green reminds him of the teacher, Secretary Shin, Chairman Gwak, and Gwak Jaekyung, then the color blue reminds him of Kwak Jaekwon.

Wisoo closed his eyes. As the act became rougher, he could do nothing but hold onto Jaekwon’s arm. It felt like he was riding on a wave. Even though he had never even been to the sea.

❖ ❖ ❖

He had to blink his eyes for a long time before his vision finally focused. He didn’t think he had cried a lot, but it seemed he had cried a little. Seeing how heavy his eyes were.

Wisoo was in a prone position. Moreover, the bed was not the one from the first floor, but the one from the second floor. Meaning, he had been moved.

“When did you move me…?”

“You don’t remember me carrying you up the stairs?”

Jaekwon replied, turning a page of his book.

“I came inside you three times without pulling out so I need to help you get it out, but the first-floor bathroom construction isn’t finished.”

“Ah….”

He vaguely remembered. Kwak Jaekwon carrying him as easily as if he weighed as much as a stuffed doll, and coming up with his penis inserted as if it were a stopper, saying he would block it so it wouldn’t leak.

Wisoo rubbed his face against the pillow.

“Don’t do that. The skin around your eyes will get sore.”

The person who had pulled and chewed on his nipples until they bruised was now, as soon as the act was over, worried about something as trivial as sore eyelids. Even though Wisoo was lying on his stomach like this now because Jaekwon had gripped and chewed on his buttocks.

“I’ve applied medicine.”

Jaekwon muttered, as if he had read his resentment.

“And I told you to tell me if it was tough. You’re the one who didn’t say anything until the end, Mr. Wisoo.”

“Even if it was tough….”

Wisoo muttered resentfully.

“I did it because it was good.”

Jaekwon’s gaze finally turned to Wisoo.

Most of Wisoo’s face was buried in the pillow, so only one eye was barely visible. He looked tired, but not haggard or sickly. On the contrary, he looked refreshed.

“Hmm.”

Jaekwon smiled enigmatically.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo, you may not be good at other exercises, but it seems this kind of physical activity suits your aptitude?”

He slammed the book shut with a “teob” and threw it over the bed. At the same time as the sound of it falling, he quickly lay down towards Wisoo. His naked back and buttocks, and his unseen chest, had medicine applied to them, so they shone “bandeul bandeul,” as if coated in oil. Resisting the urge to keep touching him, he tickled Wisoo’s hair, which was the only thing he could reasonably touch.

“Or what, maybe because sex is an activity with strong yang energy, the things Mr. Seon Wisoo sees have shut their mouths for a bit?”

“Hey. No way… sir….”

Wisoo’s smile, which was about to laugh it off, slowly faded.

Come to think of it, it had been quiet for those few hours. Of course, it could have been because he was panting distractedly. He was out of his mind enough to forget coming up the stairs. But even so, the house was too quiet.

When Wisoo’s eyes blinked open, “kkamppak,” Jaekwon frowned.

“No way.”

It was a ridiculous thing to say, even for the one who had thrown it out there.

“I was just saying it, don’t take it seriously. They say you shouldn’t even yawn carelessly in front of a child, it’s true.”

Shaking his head “jeolle jeolle,” Jaekwon got up from his spot. His long legs stretched out from under the thin summer blanket. Jaekwon’s body, as he scratched his head and walked out, was naked like Wisoo’s. Wisoo stared at Jaekwon’s back, which was covered in scratch marks, and blinked his eyes slowly.

He could hear the sound of him going down the stairs. Even though he was far away, this gloomy second floor was quiet. There was still no sign of any presence.

“No way….”

But this time, the “no way” was filled with anticipation. For some reason, somehow, what if.

“No way, what if maybe….”

Wisoo unconsciously fiddled with his lower abdomen, which still felt heavy with a foreign sensation.

Jaekwon, just as he said, had poured himself into Wisoo repeatedly without pulling out. It really seemed like he was trying to gauge how much he could fill him. He had vaguely had the absurd thought that his stomach felt bloated and at the same time, warm.

“Is it real…?”

Wisoo, now with an expression similar to Jaekwon’s, was lost in deep thought.

It wasn’t an entirely baseless story. After all, even the teacher had said that the dead like damp and cold things and chase after yin energy.

That was precisely the reason the teacher had turned him from a biased beta into an omega, saying he needed to become a bigger and deeper vessel.

❖ ❖ ❖

Jaekwon returned with a juice box and a glass of water.

“I think I need to buy sheets. Waterproof ones.”

He placed them on the nightstand and climbed onto the bed as if stepping over Wisoo.

The thin blanket covering Wisoo was pulled down by his hand. The touch was natural and unhindered. As Wisoo quietly brought his hands to his chest, Jaekwon laughed softly. The sound of his laughter was nice.

“You’re good at cumming, Mr. Seon Wisoo.”