The Smell of Something Fishy – Chapter 14.1 – extra 3: the language of birds

Author: nicotine

Happiness has a scent too.

Upon waking in the morning, greeting the man, eating a meal, or walking down the street, Yeonseo would catch that scent. It was a deep, sweet fragrance. So potent that, for a while, no other smell could be detected.

In those moments, Yeonseo would gaze aimlessly at the man, think of him, or draw close to his side. The longer this went on, the more prolonged the numbing sensation in his nose became, but that was exactly what he desired. As long as the scent of happiness lingered in his nostrils, there was only joy.

In those times, neither sadness, regret, nor lack could be felt. It was as if, for a fleeting moment, he became invincible, like a game character entering an untouchable state, achieving absolute perfection.

“Did you know the color of your pussy has changed, Mr. Yeonseo?”

The sudden voice piercing his ears snapped Yeonseo out of his reverie.

Tae Shinju was spreading the moist folds of his pussy to either side. With a flick, he pressed his tongue against the inner flesh, licking and teasing the sensitive bud.

A sharp wave of pleasure jolted Yeonseo’s consciousness awake. The setting was the outdoor pool of the mansion. And, as always, Yeonseo was in the midst of surrendering his body to Tae Shinju’s grasp.

“Ugh…”

At that moment, the thickest finger probed his entrance before slipping out. A greedy tongue quickly took its place.

Slurp, slurp, smack!

“Haah!”

“It’s gotten richer.”

“Uuungh…!”

“The taste, too.”

Thrust!

The hole, already loosened from prolonged teasing, gave way easily. Tae Shinju drove his tongue in deeply, beginning to explore the softened passage in earnest.

“Uungh, ah…!”

No matter how many times he experienced it, the pleasure was hard to endure. The slick, fleshy tongue stirred inside, moving this way and that.

Yeonseo squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his lower body back. It would be better if the man just thrust his cock in deeply; the act of him tasting below with his lips was something Yeonseo could never quite get used to.

“Hiiit, huuuh, uungh, ahn!”

His efforts to pull away were not only futile but counterproductive. Stimulated by the twitching hole, Tae Shinju pressed his lips even more firmly, as if trying to bury the root of his tongue inside.

The moans pooling in Yeonseo’s throat curled into a tight ball. Embarrassed by the sound, he covered his mouth with the back of his hand. After all, this wasn’t exactly a place suited for letting out such noises.

Even if they were alone, the location was an open-air pool, completely exposed on all sides. In other words, they were outside the building.

The “babymoon” was lasting longer than expected.

It had been ten days since they found themselves on this deserted island, just the two of them. Tae Shinju had said it hadn’t been that long, but to Yeonseo, it felt closer to a month. Staying in a place with little change day after day likely made time feel slower, but objectively speaking, it was rare for someone as busy as Tae Shinju to be away from his responsibilities for this long.

Of course, regardless of the schedule, Yeonseo enjoyed life here. His lover and the child in his womb were the only two things he needed to care about. With no prying eyes watching and no worries to burden him, it was truly paradise on earth.

The fact that “no one was watching” was, in some ways, a problem, though…

“Aah!”

Despite his efforts to hold back, the juices he’d been trying to contain finally spilled out of his hole. With his hips half-resting on the pool’s edge, any release would mix directly with the pool water.

He hadn’t wanted to cum here, but Tae Shinju, instead of getting out of the water, pulled Yeonseo toward him. He said he wanted to swim and taste Yeonseo at the same time.

Yeonseo should have known from the moment Tae Shinju dressed him in nothing but a sheer, translucent gown.

Lying on the wet pool deck, Yeonseo had no choice but to let his pussy be devoured. The alternating sensations of water and tongue made the tongue feel even slicker than usual.

A human tongue might seem smooth, but with constant friction, it could feel rough. Especially since Tae Shinju licked every inch of Yeonseo’s body daily without fail, the sensation often felt particularly intense.

Gulp.

Finally, with the sound of something being eagerly swallowed, Tae Shinju pulled his lips away.

“Huuuk…”

“Haha, how cute. Did it feel good, Mr. Yeonseo? Look, there’s a pearl in your clam. Did you make a pearl to nourish your husband’s body?”

“Haaah!”

The swollen, engorged clit. The man, describing it so crudely, grabbed the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, gently shaking it.

Squirt, squirt. The juices that hadn’t been released shot out. A few drops likely splashed onto Tae Shinju’s face, but he didn’t care. He grabbed Yeonseo’s ankles and lifted them onto the railing.

Naturally, his knees bent. Like squatting, his bare pussy protruded prominently between the walls of his thighs.

A deep desire flickered in Tae Shinju’s eyes. Despite having just sucked, his gaze burned with a hunger as if he hadn’t touched it at all.

“Haa… I really want to suck it from below. Your pussy looks so pretty from that angle. Will you sit on my face?”

Shock—.

As if he couldn’t see Yeonseo’s stunned expression, Tae Shinju kept smacking his lips.

“Hm? Baby. Rub your pussy on Hyung’s face.”

He even started to coax…

Calling him “baby” while making such a request—did he even realize what he was asking?

Yeonseo bit his lip to avoid answering, but he knew deep down that he’d end up complying. His body, tamed by the man, often followed Tae Shinju’s will more than Yeonseo’s own.

“Let’s… do it inside…”

Since he’d likely give in anyway, Yeonseo suggested a compromise. It was late at night, and even with only the glow of the lights, being naked outside made him uneasy. The unusually bright, round moon felt like someone’s watchful eye.

Splash—.

At that moment, Tae Shinju, who had been in the water, stepped out. He scooped up Yeonseo, who was awkwardly sprawled on the ground, and planted kisses on his cheeks.

“Do you hate doing it outside that much?”

Yeonseo, as if waiting for the chance, wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. Phew, it’s over. He let out a mental sigh of relief and nodded.

“My belly… it’s getting big…”

“That’s nothing new. Who else but me would see your swollen belly?”

True, but…

It was a vague fear. Tae Shinju had watched Yeonseo’s body change from the beginning and had cherished him sincerely all along. But, separately, Yeonseo felt uneasy about his noticeably changing appearance and wanted to hide it from everyone.

He wasn’t good with words, so explaining this feeling was difficult.

“Aren’t you cold, Mr. Yeonseo?”

“Cold… I’m cold.”

The island, with its gentle spring breeze, wasn’t cold at all. Yeonseo started to answer honestly but quickly changed his words. If he said he was cold, maybe they’d go inside, he thought.

“Cold?”

Tae Shinju set Yeonseo down on a sunbed and wrapped his wet body in a large beach towel. Just as it seemed he’d lift him again,

“Ah…!”

“If you’re that cold, shall we warm up a bit before going in?”

He suddenly pushed Yeonseo back onto the chair.

“Ah, no, aah!”

The chair, sized for Tae Shinju’s frame, was too long for Yeonseo. Before Yeonseo could protest, Tae Shinju spread his legs and hooked his knees over the armrests. In an instant, his thighs parted, exposing his inner flesh. From the start, Tae Shinju had only given him the thin gown, no underwear.

And he himself was naked. In that state, he had carried Yeonseo to the pool.

“Let’s go insi—”

“You said you were cold. If you sweat a bit, it’ll warm you up nicely.”

“Not cold, I’m not cold!”

As Yeonseo stammered, the man’s movements stopped abruptly. His slightly furrowed gaze locked onto Yeonseo.

“Not cold? So you lied, Mr. Yeonseo?”

Oh.

At his accusation, Yeonseo froze. That’s not what he meant… Flustered and urgent, he could only open and close his mouth.

“…….”

Tae Shinju stared at Yeonseo silently, as if waiting to see how he’d respond. In the end, Yeonseo had no choice but to revise his answer.

“…I’m c-cold. Please… hold me.”

With a tearful expression, he hesitantly spread his arms. The man’s stern gaze softened into a gentle smile, as if it had never been cold.

“Okay.”

A massive body soon enveloped him. The lover who always held Yeonseo warmly parted the wet folds and entered.

“Aah…”

“Shh… relax.”

Creak, creak. After a few gentle thrusts, he found his rhythm and hugged Yeonseo tightly, shielding him even from the moonlight.

Yeonseo wrapped his arms around the man who filled his entire field of vision.

“Uungh, ah, haa…!”

It was, as always, a happy day.

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When Yeonseo opened his eyes again, he was in a quiet bedroom. The curtained room was dim, making it hard to tell if it was day or night. A languid atmosphere lingered, strangely decadent yet peaceful.

With no worries, only contentment, Yeonseo suddenly sensed that this lifestyle was nearing its end. It was an inexplicable intuition.

The man lying beside him, watching Yeonseo, pressed his lips to his smooth forehead.

“Hello.”

“…Hello.”

A heartwarming greeting.

Yeonseo’s lips curved into a soft smile at the greeting that always made his heart flutter. Tae Shinju stroked Yeonseo’s cheek and spoke softly.

“We should visit my father soon, Mr. Yeonseo.”

The news, delivered calmly, was somewhat sudden. Yeonseo leaned his cheek into the man’s hand without showing surprise. The earlier intuition and his concern about Tae Shinju being away too long made it less shocking.

But the next words forced him to change his expression.

“He’s curious about you.”

“…What?”

“I told him we’re getting married.”

Tch. Clicking his tongue, Tae Shinju’s face showed displeasure. It was as if he was annoyed at having their peaceful break interrupted but was holding back harsh words because Yeonseo was there.

Yeonseo was confused about where to begin being shocked. That his father wanted to meet him? Or the mention of “marriage”…

Marriage.

The more he mulled it over, the more dizzying it felt, chasing away any trace of sleep.

Tae Shinju, noticing Yeonseo’s expression, repeated clearly.

“When we leave this island, we’ll go to America and get married.”

Not “let’s do it,” but “we will.” Not a suggestion, but a declaration.

“Ah…”

“Don’t you want to?”

Don’t want to? What was he asking? Snapping out of his daze, Yeonseo shook his head. Not wanting to miss the moment, he shook it vigorously.

No, that wasn’t enough.

“…I want to.”

Only after saying it did it feel a bit more real.

Marriage. Something he might have forgotten about.

He was certain they’d have a child and live together as lovers, but marriage… well.

Korea didn’t legally recognize same-sex marriage. When Tae Shinju proposed, saying “let’s get married,” Yeonseo had joyfully agreed but never truly believed they’d fill out a marriage certificate or hold a ceremony. That was beyond their control, tied to the realities of the system.

To be specific, when Tae Shinju proposed, Yeonseo took it as, “Let’s live as a common-law couple, without a ceremony or legal papers.”

But actual marriage? He was stunned.

“We’re… getting married.”

He mumbled without realizing. Tae Shinju seemed to hear the soft murmur.

“Yeah. We’re getting married.”

A warm touch grazed the back of his hand. When had he taken it? Kiss, kiss. The man kissed the back of Yeonseo’s hand and fingers, then looked straight into his eyes.

“We’ll get married and live in America from now on.”

“…….”

“As husband and husband.”

It was as shocking a declaration as “marriage.” Yeonseo was momentarily speechless, mouth agape.

Strange… It’s so strange, but living in America forever. Why did those words sound to him like, “I chose that place so we could live as husbands”?

Whether he knew Yeonseo’s thoughts or not, Tae Shinju continued listing facts calmly.

“The house construction is done, and after a few more inspections, it’ll be fully ready, so we’ll move there. It’ll be nice. For you to live in, and for raising the kids.”

I see… He had it all planned.

Yeonseo’s worries about idling here were rendered moot; Tae Shinju had been working on an enormous plan.

“…….”

A sudden laugh escaped. Out of nowhere, but now he felt like the Tae Shinju he knew. The strange unease probably came from seeing him do nothing—it felt unfamiliar.

Even with the unilateral declaration, Yeonseo didn’t feel uncomfortable. Only worried.

“Will it be okay?”

“What?”

“Will your father, Mr. Shinju… like me?”

“If he doesn’t, are you not going to marry me?”

“That’s not it, but…”

“Then what’s the worry? No matter what anyone says, we’re getting married, and I’ll be your legal husband, Mr. Park Yeonseo.”

Legal husband.

The weight of the term hit hard. Being officially bound to him.

Tae Shinju emphasized.

“I’ll also be the father of the child you bear. Hm… It’s weird to say it out loud. It’s my kid I got you pregnant with.”

He twitched his eyebrows in displeasure. Yeonseo reached out and tapped his forehead. As he gently stroked it, the man’s expression hardened further.

Their eyes met through the space between his wrists.

Eyes now filled with passion.

“Ah…”

Did I provoke him unnecessarily?

Thump, thump!

“Ow.”

Coincidentally, the babies woke, announcing their presence. Having slept enough, it was time to play actively.

Yeonseo clutched his pounding heart. Every time he felt the babies, a sense of wonder surged.

Tae Shinju suddenly moved downward. He gently stroked the protruding belly and kissed it.

“I’m going to be the father of these kids.”

A calm voice reciting a fact.

Why did it suddenly tug at his heart? Sob. Yeonseo held back the tears welling up.

The man came back up and wiped under Yeonseo’s eyes.

“Crybaby.”

“Hic…”

“If they take after you, one of the kids might be a crybaby too.”

Drip, drip. Thick tears finally fell. A tender daily life. Talking about “our” future with Hyung.

How much he’d longed for this moment.

He was right. It didn’t matter if someone opposed their marriage. They were going to be a family, and they’d nurture happiness within the boundaries they built.

As expected… I love Hyung so much.

“I love… you…”

He couldn’t hold it in. He wanted Hyung to know his overflowing heart.

“I want to get married. With Hyung… I want to marry you.”

“Alright. I know, so stop crying.”

Tae Shinju pulled Yeonseo into his arms. Resting his chin on Yeonseo’s crown, he let out a soft sigh.

“…It’s suffocating.”

An unconscious murmur.

It was a strange feeling for Tae Shinju too. He’d wanted to make Yeonseo cry so much, but now, when Yeonseo cried, it felt like his own breath was being choked.

Is this love, Yeonseo?

Is giving someone else control over your breath really the essence of love?

If so, it makes sense why love is compared to the heart—it’s a rather cruel thing. One wrong move, and it feels like you could lose your life.

For the sake of his own survival, Tae Shinju had to stop Yeonseo. Yeonseo was sobbing, his face red, and it was so adorable it made him want to put his cock in his mouth right then—

“Enough. If you keep crying, I’ll go catch your clam again.”

Yeonseo’s tears stopped instantly.

The next morning, Yeonseo was utterly shaken from the start. It wasn’t even 11 a.m. Tae Shinju had mentioned a guest might come today, but the visit was earlier than expected.

—By the way, he’ll probably come today.

—What?

—My father, I mean.

—…What?

Tae Shinju spoke calmly, looking at Yeonseo, who foolishly repeated a single word.

—There’s no need to worry so much about it. If I told you earlier, you’d only lose sleep.

In other words, he had deliberately mentioned it late. It was a reasonable statement in a way. How many people could sleep soundly knowing their lover’s father was coming to meet them? At the very least, Yeonseo was the type to lose sleep over it.

Still, to think he’d come this soon…

‘…No. Even if I had known, there wouldn’t have been much I could do.’

Yeonseo managed to collect himself and stood up hesitantly. As usual, he had eaten breakfast with Tae Shinju, strolled through the garden, and sat on the terrace, quickly finishing a cup of pudding.

In the meantime, a darkly tinted car arrived at the mansion’s entrance. The driver hurriedly went to the back and opened the door.

Long legs.

Yeonseo’s first impression of Tae Shinju’s father was the long legs wrapped in a suit. When the man’s full figure finally emerged, Yeonseo flinched.

‘This is Mr. Shinju’s…’

A middle-aged man who resembled Tae Shinju yet was distinctly different.

As if indicating where his lover came from, the man had an impressively robust physique. Honestly, it was hard to say their appearances were very similar, but the overall bone structure, bold features, and a subtly sharp aura made it easy to recognize they were father and son.

Like Tae Shinju, his deep-set eyes immediately fixed on Yeonseo. The gaze that scanned him from head to toe was piercing.

“Is this the one?”

“Yes.”

Tae Shinju answered. He stepped in front of Yeonseo, shielding him like a protective sentinel.

The familiar embrace and scent blocked out the stranger, and only then did Yeonseo exhale the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“You seem quite startled, Mr. Yeonseo. Are you alright?”

“Oh… I’m f-fine…”

Shouldn’t he greet him? This wasn’t just anyone—it was his father.

Instead of greeting, hiding in Tae Shinju’s arms might seem rude. On the other hand, Yeonseo wasn’t sure how the man would react to seeing a man pregnant, making it hard to step forward boldly.

Tae Shinju, for his part, seemed utterly unconcerned about his father’s arrival.

“With someone standing right in front of you, how long do you plan to keep him in your arms?”

Chairman Tae finally pointed out, his brow furrowing. Yet Tae Shinju remained unfazed.

“I plan to hold him as long as you searched for my mother, Chairman.”

In other words, for a lifetime, until death.

It wasn’t a secret that Chairman Tae, after his divorce, occasionally visited his ex-wife’s villa. A woman he tried to control but ultimately lost. Setting aside the nature of those emotions, Tae Shinju was pointing out the obsessive tendencies he inherited from his father.

Unfortunately, Yeonseo couldn’t follow the conversation. He didn’t grasp the underlying meaning.

“Um… Mr. Shinju.”

“Hm?”

“Is it… okay to greet him?”

If this continued, the whole point of the guest coming here would be lost. No matter what anyone says, we’re getting married. Tae Shinju’s earlier emphasis gave Yeonseo courage.

“It’s not about being okay. Do you want to greet him?”

The man with strong arms and a broad embrace asked from above.

Yeonseo was struck anew by how large he was. The height difference was about a head. With his crown barely reaching Tae Shinju’s chin or shoulder, Yeonseo could easily avoid looking ahead or stay cocooned in his arms if he chose.

To see over his shoulder, he’d have to stand on his tiptoes.

Until now, Yeonseo hadn’t bothered to stand on tiptoes to see what Tae Shinju was blocking. But he vaguely sensed it. This was a critical moment, and missing the timing would lead to regret for a long time.

And he wanted to see clearly.

‘Hyung’s father… The person who hurt Hyung.’

What kind of person had caused young Shinju such pain?

“…Yes. I want to.”

With that resolve, Yeonseo chose to step out of the safe embrace. The overprotectiveness, now so familiar, was something he welcomed.

“Alright, then.”

Tae Shinju turned to stand beside Yeonseo. As the massive wall moved, Yeonseo’s relatively small frame and noticeably swollen belly were fully exposed.

“Let’s exchange greetings. Chairman, this is my fiancé, Mr. Park Yeonseo. Mr. Yeonseo, this is my father, Chairman Tae Keumo of Keumo Group.”

“N-nice to meet you…”

“…He takes after his mother.”

“What?”

Tae Shinju interjected abruptly.

“He’s saying you’re pretty.”

“Oh…”

Those words put Yeonseo at ease. Thank goodness… He had worried that, compared to his son, his modest appearance might be disapproved of.

The man who smiled warmly at Yeonseo now turned his lips up toward his father.

“Are you returning to Korea right away?”

The chairman paused. After a brief silence, he called the driver waiting nearby.

“…Manager Hwang.”

“Yes, Chairman.”

“Was there anything unusual with my ears during my last checkup?”

“There were no particular issues, but… shall I connect you with Dr. Yoo?”

It was a somewhat odd question. The driver responded calmly, pulling out his phone.

“If there’s nothing wrong with my ears, why does it sound like President Tae is trying to kick me out as soon as business is done? What do you think, Manager Hwang?”

“That’s an over—”

“You heard correctly.”

Before Manager Hwang could respond, Tae Shinju agreed cleanly. A chilly silence swept through them.

“…….”

Even Yeonseo was left speechless. Tae Shinju continued nonchalantly.

“I assume we’re done since I’ve shown you his face. Is there any reason for a busy man like you to linger here?”

Once the chairman’s words sank in, Yeonseo’s ears caught it too.

‘He showed me his face, so get lost.’

He hoped it was his imagination, but that seemed unlikely. Is this okay…? Yeonseo felt nervous. Manager Hwang probably felt the same.

“…Hah.”

After a long silence, the chairman let out an incredulous huff. His expression showed disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom that his own son was kicking him out.

“As I said, we’ll live in America after the marriage… If you wish, I’ll invite you to the wedding.”

“How do you plan to get married without your father? Or do you think sneaking off to get married and have a child will be the end of it?”

“Yes.”

Before he knew it, Yeonseo had moved behind Tae Shinju’s back. Tae Shinju had once again shielded Yeonseo’s view with his body. Still, Yeonseo could sense the kind of expression he wore.

A look that said it really didn’t matter. That they didn’t need parents and could marry and live well on their own.

Where did such confidence come from? The question was meaningless. Tae Shinju was always, consistently, a man who charged forward. And Yeonseo had always wanted to move toward the same horizon he gazed at.

“If you plan to interfere, I’ll resign.”

Tae Shinju dropped another bombshell. While everyone was shocked, he alone remained calm, even letting out a light laugh.

“It was awkward telling the baby my job is being a thug, so this works out.”

“You—”

“Coincidentally, I now understand why you raised me like that, Chairman. They say you understand your parents’ feelings once you have a child, and it’s true.”

“…….”

“Wouldn’t a wealthy unemployed man be better than a thug?”

The final blow. The chairman staggered, clutching the back of his neck.

“Ugh…”

“Chairman!”

“Oh my.”

Anyone watching might think a sworn enemy had collapsed.

Yeonseo, anxious, tightly gripped Tae Shinju’s hand. Chairman! Chairman! While chaos erupted over there, the two of them remained serene, as if isolated.

Tae Shinju finally turned and embraced Yeonseo.

“You went through a lot showing your face. The chairman insisted on seeing his new bride, so I had no choice. This won’t happen again.”

“Well…”

Wasn’t he Finals

System: he a bit too harsh…?

“The?”

“Oh… nothing. I was just surprised he didn’t object.”

“Hm, well.”

Dismissing it lightly, Tae Shinju patted Yeonseo’s back. He kept secret the fact that he’d threatened to leak incriminating evidence, including ties to organized crime, to the press and join a competitor if the chairman interfered with their marriage.

“You’ve been out here too long. Shall we go inside?”

“What about… your father, I mean, the chairman? Is he okay?”

“Father, huh… You sound like a newlywed bride. Cute.”

Kiss. The man pressed his lips to Yeonseo’s forehead.

Yeonseo shyly rubbed the kissed spot. He’d meant to say “father” but corrected himself, remembering Tae Shinju called him “Chairman.” It was a misunderstanding by chance, but he didn’t bother correcting it.

“Don’t worry about the old man. He’s healthier than I am.”

“…Okay.”

Leaving the outsider behind, they entered the mansion. As always, Tae Shinju carried his lover.

Watching his calves sway slightly with each step, Yeonseo mumbled unconsciously.

Fiancé…

“What did you just say, Mr. Yeonseo?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself.”

Thud.

They reached the bedroom. Tae Shinju set Yeonseo on the wide bed, climbing over him with a crooked smile.

“What self-talk?”

Couldn’t he let it slide? True to his curious nature.

It was a back-and-forth that wouldn’t end until he spoke. Yeonseo shyly uttered the embarrassing term.

“…Fiancé.”

You said…

He trailed off, but a sidelong glance suggested Tae Shinju heard the important part.

With a broader smile than before, Tae Shinju asked.

“You liked being called fiancé?”

“Ah!”

Grab. His chest ached from the sudden squeeze. But the lips that invaded couldn’t be ignored, consuming Yeonseo entirely.

“Uungh, ugh…!”

A kiss that dominated his entire mouth. It controlled every breath, sucking and twirling his tongue, roughly probing his throat.

Kiss, smack. Each time he shifted his face, inserting his tongue, Yeonseo breathed like someone with a new nose. A habit he didn’t notice, but Tae Shinju did.

—You’ve got a nose.

He’d said that while teaching Yeonseo new ways to breathe during their intimacy. A habit ingrained in his body,

My fiancé.

“Umm…”

A groan rumbled in Tae Shinju’s throat. Sucking and licking the small tongue, rubbing their tongue tips outside their lips for added pleasure, was surpassed by this joy.

Yeonseo wrapped his arms around his fiancé’s neck. Unknowingly, his lower body was subtly grinding against Tae Shinju’s groin.

Tae Shinju shot him a fierce look.

“Fuck, baby. You like me sucking your tongue? Rubbing your pussy on your husband’s cock like that?”

“Haa, hng…!”

“Where should I put it? Pound your front pussy till it’s a creamy soup, or shove it in your back pussy for a shabu-shabu?”

Yeonseo shivered at the vulgar words. The former meant filling him with cum like a stew, the latter meant thrusting into his colon until he wet himself, then doing the same inside.

Rough sex should be restrained, but when they bit and sucked, old habits resurfaced. The problem was, Yeonseo was just as tamed to such crude sex. His soaking insides proved it, despite the scary words.

At least the front was safer, where the babies slept, so the womb wasn’t struck. Yeonseo usually chose the front, as it was more flexible for receiving a man.

But now wasn’t the time, with someone still outside.

“Hng, n-now, uungh!”

Thud!

“Now, what?”

“Ah, aah! Aah…!”

“Fuck… you’re wet without even being touched.”

The thin shorts were stripped off, and his legs were slung over Tae Shinju’s shoulders in an instant. A snake-like cock thrust between his thighs.

“Ahn!”

The man’s thumb spread his pussy lips. The red, glistening flesh was already soaked.

The cock rubbing directly against it was harder and hotter than usual. Bulging veins made it intimidating. Yet, the grinding sensation was ecstatic, making his insides throb.

Slap, slap, slap!

Pausing briefly, he lightly tapped the pussy with his cock. Stroking it like masturbation, he pressed the swollen lips with the tip, releasing and repeating.

“Hn…!”

Impatient juices gushed out. His thighs trembled, and the hole twitched.

Slide, slide. The cock resumed long, grinding strokes, precisely pressing the clit.

“Haa, ah…!”

Electric shivers ran down his spine. As he arched like when taking a man in his womb, Tae Shinju sneered.

“Feels good having your pussy scratched, huh?”

See, should’ve chosen when I asked, his mocking laugh implied.

Yeonseo barely opened his eyes to look down. Rubbing his pussy inevitably rubbed the man’s cock too. The soft balls pressed, the base scratched, the stimulated cock swollen plumply.

Tae Shinju keenly noticed where Yeonseo’s gaze went.

Their eyes met.

“…Ha. So greedy, you little thing.”

What’s little, Yeonseo couldn’t ask. A sudden grab at his lower body drew a sobbing moan.

Thrust, thrust, thud, smack!

“Ah! Ah! Ahn, hah!”

His vision flashed white. Words failed, drooling like an idiot, clinging to the figure before him.

The simultaneous rubbing of hole and cock was intensely different from penetration. The firm grip jerking his cock, the rare act of their cocks rubbing, was less familiar than quick penetration, pounding his insides, and spurting cum.

“Haaang!”

How long had their groins rubbed? Yeonseo arched, climaxing. Gushing juices slid down his perineum, soaking the sheets. But…

“Look at this…”

“Hnng…!”

The man’s erect cock stood firm despite Yeonseo’s climax. The absence of visible cum was odd.

Realizing this, Yeonseo’s face paled, as if facing something forbidden.

The glistening cock, wet with juices and precum, pulled back briefly. Then, poke, it pressed against the twitching entrance.

“Ah…!”

Press… Tae Shinju smiled, pushing hard against the opening.

“My wife… can’t cum without a cock in her pussy?”

Grin.

The upturned lips signaled. The cock, barely entering, suddenly plunged in, splitting the flesh.