The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 4.1

A cold night.

Haaaah—. White breath condenses in the dark alley. Yeonseo suddenly realizes.

Ah, it’s that dream again.

Just like the “dream of going back to the military” or the “dream of retaking the college entrance exam” that people often talk about, Yeonseo also had a dream that he frequently had on repeat. Perhaps because he had never been to the military or taken the exam, the content itself was the very common act of ‘walking’, but one particular day was so special that he would occasionally return to that day in his dreams.

It was around when he was five or six years old. Around that time, Yeonseo lived in a neighborhood with a steep uphill climb. It was a neighborhood where streetlights were placed far and sparsely, and where high flights of stairs were a common sight. Even those streetlights were only installed near the old apartment buildings, so minor accidents were frequent even when the weather wasn’t particularly bad.

While walking through the neighborhood, Yeonseo would help up a grandfather who had slipped on the stairs, and if a drunk man was sprawled out, he would stomp his feet nervously next to him. That was young Yeonseo’s daily routine.

He heard that he could make friends if he went to school, but unfortunately, he was told he had to be eight years old to go there. The neighborhood kids wouldn’t play with Yeonseo, who couldn’t play soccer, or baseball, or even run. How heartbroken he was when he later found out that those same kids would all gather at the same school….

Anyway, Yeonseo was alone for a long time. His father was at the company most days, so it was hard to see his face, and his mother was not there. She disappeared one day. Our Yeonseo, you know you have to exercise… take a walk every day, right? Walk to the mineral spring and come back. She disappeared after leaving those words and never returned.

—Dad, Mom isn’t coming. When is Mom coming?

The only time he asked about his mother’s whereabouts was that night, just for one day.

—Park Yeonseo. Dad is tired. Did you go for your walk today?

—Uh huh… I went for a walk. Mom is….

—Mom is gone now. If you want to see Mom, Yeonseo, you should go find her.

For his father, it must have been an effort to answer at a child’s level. After all, a six year old child wouldn’t have understood if he had gone on and on about adult matters like divorce or separation.

His father’s guess was only half right. Even though he was only six, Yeonseo accepted his mother’s absence. By wandering all over the neighborhood every day, searching for her who had evaporated without a trace.

Was he sad? He didn’t know. The emotions of that time were faint. More than that, the rough texture of the streets he walked day and night and the chilly air, those things were excessively vivid.

Yeonseo usually climbed the uphill path by taking the stairs, which had many flights. In the underdeveloped neighborhood, Yeonseo’s house was on relatively low ground. A street with streetlights. The only 5 story apartment building in that neighborhood was where Yeonseo lived. It was before his father’s company hit rock bottom, so within that town, they were considered relatively well off. Even so, it was still a shantytown on a hill.

The dream always begins with the scene of passing the streetlight in front of his house and entering a narrow alley.

The alley and his house were not that far apart. It was no more than the distance of going from this block to the next, yet as soon as he turned into the opposite alley, it became dark, making the light from outside seem pointless. It was a characteristic of a mountainside shantytown where the ground was high and haphazardly built shacks were packed closely together.

Just because light exists does not mean it reaches everywhere. In the neighborhood where Yeonseo lived, it was a relief if even a considerable amount of light could barely illuminate the ground beneath one’s feet. Since it was a slum before redevelopment, shabby buildings that were close to shacks were also commonly lined up. A neighborhood made uneven by buildings of all different kinds. The village, which was strangely dim and cool even in broad daylight, nevertheless felt vibrant to the young Yeonseo.

Looking back on it now, it seems it was probably around the time it went into redevelopment.

As six year old Yeonseo felt and thought of it, it was ‘Someone is moving out again’. Just because they didn’t play with him didn’t mean he was ignorant of news about the other children. On the contrary, because Yeonseo roamed the neighborhood every single day, he saw and heard many things. Putting aside the understanding of the content, if you were to only consider the amount he took in with his eyes and ears, that was the case.

News that someone from the house downstairs today, and someone from the house behind tomorrow was leaving, circulated day after day. When he peeked around after hearing the rumors, a large truck would actually come and load up their belongings. Hee-young, who was so good at soccer, and Su-min, who enjoyed playing baseball, both disappeared at some point. While the neighboring houses became empty one by one, his father still lived practically holed up in his company.

And then, people he had never seen before began to storm the neighborhood.

They were people who were unfamiliar if you called them unfamiliar, and familiar if you called them familiar. It was natural for them to be unfamiliar since it was their first meeting, but on the other hand, he had encountered similarly built men by his father’s side a few times, so the atmosphere was familiar.

They were all able bodied adult men dressed in black suits. Some carrying long sticks and baseball bats were occasionally seen. They were all figures that Yeonseo was wary of. A few of them had smiling expressions, yet their faces didn’t look as they seemed and felt like they would instantly transform into demons.

Yeonseo had memories of being beaten by people who looked like that. Memories of his house being destroyed, and of his mother, who had tried to protect him, being kicked along with him. The men who had threatened his father, demanding he pay back the money he had borrowed, had committed such barbaric acts looking exactly like that.

Sure enough, on the days they appeared, the neighborhood was turned upside down. The sound of something breaking and shattering inevitably followed at their heels like a tail.

Men who made a living out of destruction. Hired thugs involved in the redevelopment. That was their identity.

The men even appeared frequently. At the shortest, every other day. At most, they would grace the neighborhood with their presence seven days a week and put all their effort into demolishing it. The group, which was one mob at first, didn’t take long to double in size. It seemed they had judged that the residents’ resistance was stronger than expected.

—Haaah— these fucking blockheads, if you talk to ’em nicely, they’ll never leave. Can’t their heads work that much. I’m tired, so tired. Even if they hold out, it’s only their own heads that’ll get smashed. Ain’t that right, Heon-jae.

—Yes, Hyung-nim.

—How many houses are left now.

—In this vicinity, a little over twenty households.

—Disgustin’. A whole lot left.

The man, who had been smoking, tossed his cigarette and frowned. It was the mineral spring in the early evening. It was the place Yeonseo set as his destination every day.

The mineral spring was at the upper edge of the neighborhood, which was on high ground. For Yeonseo, who lived in a relatively low area, it was like traversing from the south end to the north end. From the very beginning, he had made it a habit to roam all over the neighborhood, but he always made sure to stop by the mineral spring before returning home.

The gangsters had set up camp at that mineral spring. They must have gone up because the entire neighborhood could be seen at a glance.

—But why is this goddamn neighborhood so dark. Do they live without turnin’ on the lights.

Although that’s only limited to the daytime.

The old and shabby neighborhood had nothing that could be called a night view. Countless houses had their electricity cut off, and around that time there were many vacant houses as well, so when the sun went down, it became a completely dark neighborhood. As a result, Yeonseo’s night vision improved. Even if the incandescent light was off, he could roughly see his surroundings, so when he was home alone, he often forgot to turn on the lights. His father would look at Yeonseo with a complicated expression.

—Should I tell them to bring a lantern.

The giant man standing next to the short, stocky man leaned his upper body forward deeply. The short man took out a new cigarette to put in his mouth and waved his hand.

—Nah, forget it. Let’s go down. How can we see what we’re breakin’ in this state. If I step on a head by mistake and they fuckin’ die, it’ll just be a pain in the ass for me.

—Yes, Hyung-nim.

—Isn’t that right, Young Master.

It was a casual remark. But with that one remark, the atmosphere among the gangsters changed. So much so that Yeonseo, hiding behind the corner of a building, clamped his mouth shut even more tightly.

Lest he be discovered, Yeonseo pressed the back of his head against the wall and let out shallow, panting breaths. Since he was covering his mouth with his hand, his breathing did not improve much. It felt like his heart would burst through his chest and pop out at any moment. It was good that he had hidden upon seeing their clothes from afar, but he was anxious that he might be discovered because of the sound of his heart.

Rustle, rustle. The sound of walking on the dirt ground.

Yeonseo focused on the sound. The man he had peeked at with one eye was short and stocky compared to the group around him. The man who wore a colorful shirt under a black suit and led the legion of men like a captain. And the men around him too, only their shirt colors and heights were different, but there was no one who seemed fit to be called ‘Young Master’, at least not in Yeonseo’s memory.

—Well… I suppose it does get troublesome if you kill someone.

A voice.

The deep, low tone that seemed to scrape the floor suddenly interjected from Yeonseo’s blind spot.

It was a texture he was feeling for the first time in his six years of life. It was on that day that he first learned that someone’s voice could dig into his ear canal and cling there.

Yeonseo thought it was a strange voice. His ear tickled. If it were now, he would have described it as a languid and strangely weary low tone, and he would have thought that the voice, which resonated low from within a deep cave, was deeply etched in his mind but that he wouldn’t dare to imitate it no matter how much he wrung his chest, but for a six year old child, sexy or whatever, it simply concluded as a very nice voice.

—That’s right. Uh-huh-huh, thanks to the Chairman who sent his precious son to the site with us in mind, we’re also able to work comfortably. Still, please put in a good word for us, say that we’re handlin’ the work properly and thoroughly.

The young man asked, somewhat indifferently.

—Is it over?

—Well… it’s gettin’ dark and the sun has set, so shouldn’t we call it a day here for today.

—Go ahead.

The middle aged man paused for a moment. Because he couldn’t see them and was only deducing the situation through sound, Yeonseo initially thought the conversation had ended.

So he was watching for the right moment to move.

—Alright, then, Heon-jae.

—Yes, Hyung-nim.

—Light up the Young Master’s path with a lighter. The path is dirty, he might fall. When would a Young Master who’s only dealt with Yankees and books have ever been to a place like this.

—Yes, Hyung….

—That’s alright, Section Chief Cha. I can see perfectly fine, so you lead the way.

—No, Heon-jae. Turn on the light.

—Mr. Yoon.

It seemed the middle aged man’s surname was Yoon. Yeonseo grew increasingly anxious, moving beyond whether it was okay for him to be listening to this conversation to whether he could return home safely.

Although it was the corner of a building, he was in a position where he was barely hiding his body behind a shabby plank. Things that were once homes were left abandoned after the people who lived there left, then were relentlessly battered by snow and wind and rain, and eventually collapsed. The place where Yeonseo was crouched was the corner of a building that had collapsed in such a way. In the flimsy gap, even a small body could easily be discovered.

Yeonseo resolved that if he could return home safely tonight, he would take special care to never cross paths with them again. It was difficult to decide from the start not to even glance toward the mineral spring. Taking a walk every day was a promise with his mother.

—Mr. Yoon. I said I can see the ground, just fine.

The young man emphasized, cutting him off. To his ears, it sounded like he was slightly annoyed. For Yeonseo, who had never spoken to an adult like that, he was secretly curious what kind of expression ‘Mr. Yoon’ would have.

—Um… ho ho. Our Young Master… his eyes are better than I thought. This fella was short sighted. I wasn’t lookin’ down on you, so relax the strength in your eyes. …Hah, really, our Young Master, he doesn’t look it, but he’s a real Seoul slicker. Getting all sulky like that.

—My eyes are always like this, so don’t worry and go down first. I’ll look around the neighborhood a bit more with the good eyes the Chairman passed down to me and then go.

—Well… alright then. Should I leave some of my boys here with you.

—No. They probably have part time jobs too, you should let them go home. See you tomorrow.

—I understand. You know the time for tomorrow, right? If you’re out in the front yard by eight o’clock, Heon-jae will come to pick you up.

—Yes.

—Well then, I’ll be going first. Let’s go, Heon-jae. Watch your step.

—Yes, Hyung-nim.

Soon, the dark crowd exited the narrow alley. As expected, the short and stocky man was in the form of a Hyung leading the group from the front. Yeonseo held out until he couldn’t hear any noise from beyond the alley and finally straightened his knees. He didn’t realize it at the time because he was so tense, but his knees and calves, which he had been bending for a long time, were extremely stiff.

—Ah…!

Teetering, his body tilted and it was only an instant before he fell over. Ugh…. His palms were scraped quite hard on the rough dirt ground. More than being painful, it was scary, and his body trembled so much that it felt like he would burst into tears.

At that moment, a large hand lifted Yeonseo up. The owner of the hand spoke to Yeonseo, whose eyes and mouth were wide open in surprise.

—…A child?

Ah.

It’s him. The man with the incredibly nice voice.

The man with jet black hair and a black mask was very, very big. Bigger than his father. As Yeonseo, held in the man’s arms, looked down, it was so high that it was scary.

—Uuuh….

Yeonseo instinctively wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. It was a hard embrace. Unlike how he looked, his body temperature was warm.

The surprises didn’t end there.

—Wait a second.

He didn’t throw Yeonseo off, but opened his coat and held the child inside it. It was early in the year when the wind blew like knives. He only realized that the wind was like a knife after being buried deep in the warm embrace. The weather Yeonseo knew was always cold, so he had thought it was just normally like this.

He asked only the necessary questions, without any other chatter.

—Where is your house.

—Th-there… Seoho Apartment….

—Seoho Apartment? Hmm… it’s in the opposite direction.

Well, I have to go down anyway. He muttered as if to himself and strode forward with long steps. It was before Yeonseo could say anything. Of course, he had no intention of stopping him, nor did he want to. Even to his young eyes, it was clear that the man was trying to help. When he had only heard his voice, he had a scary image, but he was a kind Hyung.

And his claim that he could see the path well was not a lie. Yeonseo was genuinely surprised. The place that took him a long time on his own feet was a distance the man could reach in no time. How long had they walked that a streetlight was already in his field of vision.

Was it just his illusion that this place was wide, and was it actually a small neighborhood like a kingdom of little people?

A street with a streetlight installed. An old, low apartment building. The mark of half peeled off paint on the side of the building, ‘Seoho Apartment’.

It was unmistakably the home Yeonseo knew.

—Is this it?

—…Yeees, thank you.

—Yeees? Your voice is a total baby’s….

The man chuckled and set Yeonseo down. His sharp eyes suddenly curved, and Yeonseo noticed that he had smiled.

It was a pity. He wanted to be with the big, warm Hyung who even smelled nice for just a little longer.

—Hurry and go inside. So your parents don’t worry. And don’t wander around at night.

That’s not true. My dad doesn’t worry about me.

But instead of telling the truth, he nodded his head. The man waved his hand flutteringly.

—Bye.

…Bye. Yeonseo also said goodbye. The greeting he had wanted to say when he made his first friend, he said for the first time with a stranger Hyung.

Still, it was nice. It was a good memory. That must be why he still often dreams of him even after a long time has passed.

The dream of a person he foolishly lost….

🕷️

Yeonseo quietly opened his eyes. It was a natural awakening, as if he were getting up at the proper time. If it were a normal day, it would be around seven in the morning. Getting up around that time to get ready for work was Yeonseo’s long-standing routine. But given what he had been through the previous day, it was too early to be sure. He had worked at his father’s factory, so it had been a while since he had gone to work….

Roll, roll. It was when Yeonseo, lost in thought, was rolling his eyes to gauge the time.

“…Hm.”

A light clearing of a throat brought Yeonseo’s consciousness back. Ah! Startled, he looked ahead and saw a man, wide awake without a hint of sleepiness, observing Yeonseo with an interested gaze.

Yeonseo was immediately lost in thought. Uh… what kind of greeting should I say in this situation?

“…Good morn…ing?”

“Mmm… Yes. Good morning.”

Although it sounded more like ‘k-h-hmm’ than ‘mmm’, Yeonseo decided not to mind the small details. The important thing was the man’s face. An expression with a loose smile.

Yesterday, he slept with this man.

He had really sold his body.

His cheap life had hit rock bottom, but Yeonseo wasn’t as depressed as he thought he would be. That was probably because the face he met as soon as he woke up was smiling softly, and also probably because Yeonseo himself hadn’t found the sex to be all that bad.

Of course, it was tough. It was so tough that if this was what normal sex was like, he would have to apologize for secretly looking down on it, and he was quickly exhausted. Passing out like that as if from fainting was something he hadn’t experienced in a very long time since he was very young. Due to the aftermath of the act, his whole body creaked as if broken, and his overused lower part felt like it was still open right now….

“…Huh?”

Wh-what is this?

His face, noticing the abnormality, turned deathly pale, then red, and was soon stained with bewilderment.

“Ah, inside….”

The reason he fumbled to check below was because he wondered if he was dreaming with his eyes open. It was not a dream. Their bodies were really connected. As if to add conviction to it, the man thrust his hips up once.

“Are you asking if I didn’t pull my dick out? That’s correct.”

“Ah…!”

The heavy lump of flesh slid out and then thump, it pounded his lower abdomen as if pounding grain. The inside, which he thought would be dry and tight, was moist. It was a wetness that could only be explained by the man having done something.

Did we have sex while I was sleeping? Yeonseo’s memory was cut off at the point where Tae Shinju had sucked his lower parts and cum. No, but still, how could he fall asleep with it inside….

He knew he was a person who defied expectations, but when he also defied common sense, he was always confused about how to react. Yeonseo fidgeted in the man’s arms. The man, who had Yeonseo trapped in his arms, slowly rolled his hips and laughed into his throat.

“You must have liked yesterday’s sex. Seeing as you’re mumbling about wanting to chew on a dick first thing in the morning.”

“Hngh….”

“Well… I’m getting turned on too. Mr. Park Yeonseo was just too delicious.”

The soft and tender flesh applied to all parts of Yeonseo, inside and out. The body that felt good just to hold, even its deep inner flesh was soft and chewy, suiting Tae Shinju’s tastes well.

While holding Yeonseo all night, Tae Shinju had no choice but to admit that fact. Because when he pondered if his preference was simply for ‘a body like this’ and not necessarily Park Yeonseo, the answer was no. When he referred to ‘a body like this’, he was already thinking of Park Yeonseo. Since a specific person existed, the rest naturally could not even be a substitute. He was not a person who chose substitutes when he knew exactly what he wanted. So the result had to be clear.

In a word, he had taken a liking to Park Yeonseo.

‘Is this that thing called… lust from fucking?’

Anyway, he met a good fuck buddy, slept well for the first time in a while, and relieved his desires.

He felt refreshed for the first time in a while. To what extent? To the point that his own appearance, smiling inanely at Park Yeonseo, was no longer bothersome.

He kneaded Yeonseo’s buttocks and buried his nose in the reddish purple crook of his neck. A unique, faint body scent gently seeped in. It was a tender scent that could make a dead dick stand at attention.

It was just the right time, as his dick had become hard with morning wood. Should I get a nut off like this and then wash up? It was a hand that stopped Tae Shinju, who was contemplating.

“E-excuse me… th-that, you have to take it out now….”

Yeonseo timidly pushed at Tae Shinju’s chest. Small, white fingers. Pinkish fingernails like seashells. With such things, he was putting up his thorns in his own way, trying to push away the man who had occupied his womb. Unfortunately, it wasn’t helpful at all.

“That? You mean my dick?”

Tae Shinju put the finger in his mouth and then let it go. A grown man’s hand was so soft.

“Eut….”

“I don’t want to.”

After spitting it out, Tae Shinju himself was more surprised by his truly resolute inner thoughts. Acting as if he were coveting another’s body, even as a light joke, was something he had never done before.

Yeonseo shook his head, his face beet red.

“Th-that….”

“‘That’? What are you talking about?”

Is there anything other than a dick in your pussy.

Yeonseo continued to speak with a faltering, trailing voice.

“The… cum….”

“Ah.”

The small face was flushed red from the forehead to the nape of the neck, making it difficult to find a white spot.

Tae Shinju was purely impressed. Once at the unexpectedness of a person who seemed like he would act like a simpleton no matter how he was fucked, pointing out that the cum needed to be removed, and twice at his increasingly audacious behavior.

Isn’t that right? He hadn’t even properly fulfilled the contract, and yet he was talking about removing the cum or not…. But the fact that even this audacity looked nothing but cute was a big problem.

“Hmm…. Yes. I suppose I should. Mr. Park Yeonseo’s inside is so comfortable, I must have wanted to rest a little more without realizing it.”

“Ah!”

“The inside is tight, so to get the dried up semen out, I’ll need to wet it a little, you understand that, right?”

The animalistic muscles twitched greatly according to the man’s movements. Tae Shinju grabbed Yeonseo’s waist and rolled over a half turn. The slender legs naturally spread apart, placing the man’s thick chest and muscle packed waist between his thighs.

Except for his spread calves and the arms holding onto the man, Yeonseo was completely hidden beneath Tae Shinju.

A peculiar light suddenly appeared in Tae Shinju’s eyes.

“Well now…. Should I call this unexpected, or should I call it clever.”

“Eung, heuk!”

“You were definitely a ‘man’ with a pussy, Mr. Park Yeonseo. You’re quite vigorous, like a man should be.”

What he had discovered was Yeonseo’s dick. It too, being a proper man’s cock, had gotten hard to greet the morning and was scratching Tae Shinju’s stomach.

In his entire life, what kind of genitals would have dared to scratch his stomach and try to get their dirty fluid on him? This tiny man, who had been trembling so much he couldn’t even breathe, had been subtly forcing ‘firsts’ on Tae Shinju since before.

What was incomprehensible was his own reaction.

Tae Shinju pressed his lower abdomen against Yeonseo’s cock and rubbed it back and forth. Ah ah, ah…! As he grabbed the handful of a waist and rubbed the dick sandwiched between their bellies, Yeonseo let out a shrill cry as if he were about to stop breathing. Because the pussy hole suddenly quivered and squeezed the meat dick without mercy, there was no way he could not know of the frantic reaction.

The pre cum overflowing from the head of the dick lubricated Yeonseo’s insides, making them soft and slippery. Tae Shinju’s breathing soon became ragged. The feeling of fucking while having another man’s dick juice on his stomach was unexpectedly ecstatic. He now knew that the fact that he clearly knew who he was pressing his stomach against, who he was fucking, was a plus factor for his excitement.

Haha….

“For someone who told me to pull out my dick, hooh…. Isn’t your moaning excessively sweet?”

“Ng, eung, heuk, haah!”

“Just because I touched your dick a little, you’re even rolling your hips…. Is it instinct to take a position like a guy who fucks, even though you only have experience being fucked?”

“……!”

Yeonseo’s eyes, which had been barely open in slits, widened. It was because Tae Shinju had suddenly snatched his genitals, which were on the verge of cumming. The grip was so strong, as if it would burst the dick at any moment, that Yeonseo turned pale.

“Let, let go….”

“Then, if I get rid of this, will you stop the hip movements of a fucker?”

“Heup…. Ah…!”

Thrust!

Forcefully rubbing the chubby dick’s glans with his thumb, Tae Shinju roughly thrust into him.

“Haah….”

Although it had been inside all night, it seemed it was not enough to loosen the tight pussy hole in one go. However, as it was originally painful enough, even a slight change felt significant, and Tae Shinju pounded the fleshy walls without hesitation. At the fucking that dug around as if to pierce his uterus, Yeonseo’s tautly tensed body arched.

“Aaaah!”

Sput, spurt. It was dick juice so pale it looked transparent. He was in the middle of cumming, but Tae Shinju was not one to leave him alone. He put strength into his hips with the momentum to mince his insides this time. Thrust, thrust, thrust. The heavy, weighty sound of copulation rang out rhythmically and then accelerated.

“Huuungh…!”

Moist sweat beaded on Yeonseo’s body, which had been subjected to rough exercise as soon as he woke up. The sight of him, with his white and milky thighs spread wide open to receive the man, made it difficult to see him as a virgin who knew nothing anymore. His tender skin was already swollen from being hit by the heavy balls, and the area around the point of connection was also thoroughly swollen from excessive friction, a sensual pink color.

The swollen lower lips opened as wide as a fist. Tae Shinju, who had inserted everything up to the thick root, moved toward his climax, bucking his hips in short, sharp movements. When he thrust in long and deep, the sound of sloshing water was loud, but when he pulled out just a few finger widths and pounded quickly, it changed to a sticky, adhesive sound of squish, squelch. To Tae Shinju it was sweet, and to Yeonseo it was like the opening of a horror movie.

“Hooh— Heut, come to think of it, Mr. Park Yeonseo.”

“Ah, ah, ah! Eung, ng.”

“Semen, you told me not to cum, right?”

The large muscles moved along with his rough inhales and exhales. Yeonseo clung to the man in the face of the terrifyingly soaring pleasure. He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck like a child and let out a scream. The person was tormenting him, but it was a bit strange that this person was the only one to hold onto. It felt like this wasn’t right, but this was the only way. Even in a situation where he couldn’t think at all, Yeonseo hoped that the man would please show him mercy.

Tae Shinju, panting for breath, leaned his upper body toward Yeonseo. He grabbed the plump buttocks and pressed their groins together until they could be no closer, then suddenly hooked his arms under Yeonseo’s knees. Naturally, Yeonseo’s lower body was lifted, and the position changed to one where he was pounding the dick from above.

“Heok, heup!”

The climax was truly not far off. Both Tae Shinju and Yeonseo knew it. The bodies, now slippery with sweat, the bulging veins on the dick, the twitching head of the dick, and the choking breaths all pointed to one thing.

“Is that thought… still valid?”

Tae Shinju asked. It was a question with an obvious intention.

“Eung, ah! Ah, haht, hieuk, heu.”

“Quick, answer.”

Hoo-ook. Hoo.

Far from being calm, he was so persistent in his questioning, for someone whose dick was on the verge of exploding. If he had known what he was going to do, he would have desperately shaken his head, but Yeonseo was so out of his mind from having the very soul fuck juice drained out of him that he momentarily forgot what the question even was and just buried his head in the hot nape of the man’s neck.

“Heuk!”

“You’ve answered.”

It was an ominous aftertaste. But with a head turned to mush by pleasure, proper judgment was impossible, and Yeonseo ended up missing the fleeting hint.

Thrust!

The dick, settled deep inside his organs, finally burst with desire. It was only then that Yeonseo remembered what he had requested.

Semen, I asked him to take it out….

He hadn’t expected him to listen obediently, so there was no disappointment in that regard. Rather, the feeling at the moment he began to cum was strange.

At first, it was the gaze. The gaze that was looking at him in a strangely intense way.

Before he had a chance to ask why he was looking at him like that, he sensed a hot temperature and a fishy smell.

His insides were too hot. The repeated friction had heated up his insides, but semen had never felt this hot before.

And the smell. Not the unique sour smell of semen but a real… fishy smell.

“…Ah, ah-ah…!”

Yeonseo, realizing the identity of the hotness, burst into tears. It happened unconsciously. At the same time, fluid once again flowed from his genitals, which he didn’t know when had gotten hard.

Gush, gush, gush, the man, who had been cumming for a long time as if peeing even before, truly did not stop his urination until Yeonseo’s stomach was bloated.

Yeonseo was terrified. His was a body that had never even imagined receiving semen in that place, but upon receiving urine, his thoughts were paralyzed.

And amidst it all, the piercing gaze.

The man was staring terrifyingly only at Yeonseo’s face, as if to dissect Yeonseo’s face, his expression, every single part of him.

Therefore, Yeonseo had no choice but to meet the eyes that glinted with a strange light.

Heejuk.

The sculpture like handsome man smiled beautifully. In Yeonseo’s eyes, it was a truly fishy and dirty smile. How can he be so beautiful, yet do such a dirty thing… like peeing….

“Because Mr. Park Yeonseo told me not to cum semen.”

Ah…….

It was a shock like being hit hard on the temple. Yeonseo’s jaw dropped for a moment, stunned. No words came out. The fact that a man who did the dirtiest things in the world could be this beautiful, that he could have such a magnificent appearance, felt so very strange.

While Yeonseo was just dazed, the man, oblivious to another’s feelings, traced Yeonseo’s eyes with his lips. And then, he smiled brightly with a kind looking face.

“You cried.”

Son of a bitch.

“I think you just cursed, too.”

Cursing with your eyes, you gentle thing. Tae Shinju, who had muttered loud enough for him to hear, lifted Yeonseo up with a refreshed look.

“Ah…!”

“Hold my shoulders tight. You can relax the strength in your pussy.”

He seemed not to care whether Yeonseo leaked the urine or not. Only Yeonseo was once again aghast.

This man, Tae Shinju, was no ordinary pervert. He was a pervert with a thick face who even defied common sense.

The man left the bed and headed for the bathroom attached right inside. To Tae Shinju’s steps, it was a distance of only a few paces, but to Yeonseo, the sense of distance was even greater than the bathroom he had first set foot in.

Cold sweat broke out on its own. His stomach squirmed of its own accord, and it felt as if the strength in his lower body would give out at any moment, emptying what was inside his belly. Furthermore, the deep insertion with added weight made him want to gag.

“Here, we’ve arrived.”

Tae Shinju set Yeonseo down on the toilet. Of course, it was not in a comfortable way.

He sat Yeonseo on the toilet, then raised his knees to press them against his chest. His will to watch the filth pour out of the hole when he pulled out the dick plug was clear.

“Mr. Park Yeonseo.”

“Euk….”

“Do not take your eyes off me.”

Following the kind warning, the dark red pillar slowly retreated. Through the gap created as the long, thick rod like a snake pulled out, semen and bodily fluids and, yellow urine all trickled down at the same time.

“Heuk….”

The tears he had held back for a long time also hotly soaked his cheeks.

Tae Shinju could not stand that moment and pushed his dick into the dirty pussy.

“Aah!”

Yeonseo pushed the encroaching man with all his might. It was a chaotic mess. The discharge was a mixture of clinging intestines and, genitals and, all sorts of bodily fluids, reeking of a fishy smell.

The lips he had bitten in shame were at some point parted without resistance. Trickle, trickle. The sound that constantly echoed from the toilet bowl was the problem. Slap, slap. The sound of the dick hitting the pussy and the sound of hurriedly biting and kissing the skin were also factors that drove Yeonseo mad.

“Ah, ah, ah! A-eung, haht!”

“Heok, heut.”

“Eung, heu, a-eung, hoo-eeut, haang!”

The meat dick pounding his insides in real time demolished his sanity. It made his intestines crumble and melt into a sticky mess, turning the hands that had been pushing away into hands that pulled him closer.

Yeonseo clung to the man.

“Haak, ah! Aah, Tae, Tae Shin, ju, a-hak!”

“Fuck, Park Yeonseo.”

A curse spat out as if chewing it and a violent insertion. After stirring his bottom hole until it felt like it would burst, he suddenly pulled his dick out completely.

And then, quickly masturbating, he cummed on Yeonseo’s wide open thighs.

Drip, drip….

“Haah, haah….”

As the man pulled away, Yeonseo went limp on the toilet. Unfortunately, fainting was not Yeonseo’s lot.

Tae Shinju silently observed his discharged and limp form.

The young man with flushed skin and tear stained cheeks, covered in bodily fluids gushing from his hole. The innocent body that had become a dick toilet itself while cumming on the toilet.

Park Yeonseo, having finished his ‘first experience’, looked like a worn out prostitute, and also looked like a freshly bloomed flower with a deep fragrance. Perhaps one that should have been buried without being allowed to bloom….

That was probably a warning from his intuition, which had predicted that once he had a taste, there would be no turning back.

Park Yeonseo was dirty, and beautiful.

‘Dirty but beautiful… dirtily pretty?’

Tae Shinju, who was trying to gauge the exact nuance, soon shook off his thoughts. That was not what was important. Whether Park Yeonseo was dirty, or pretty, or dirtily pretty, he was his for the time being anyway. Therefore, he had to let Park Yeonseo know as well.

“300 million.”

Whose body that was.

“Check the deposit.”

Who he was being held by.

Whether it was misfortune or fortune, Yeonseo was not able to check his bank account even after hearing the man’s whisper. It was because the man immediately started washing Yeonseo.

It was the second time. He had done the same after they first mixed their flesh, he washed Yeonseo until he was squeaky clean. He lathered soap and scrubbed even the embarrassing places, and in that place where he had peed, he put water with a strange tool and… that place….

“…….”

It seemed the day Yeonseo’s face would return to its usual white color was far, far away. As long as he was with him.

Anyway, the fact that he was extremely straightforward when washing him was, looking at it again, a strange gap.

“How is the water temperature?”

“Ah… it’s, good. It’s warm….”

The man rested his chin on Yeonseo’s forehead and laughed lowly.

They were sticking together as if one body, warming themselves in the bathtub. It was a wooden bathtub. When he had marveled at it, saying he had never seen such a bathtub before, the man had kindly explained that it was ‘a bathtub he had no intention of fucking in because it’s too small’. Compared to the previous bathtub, it did look like it was for exactly one person. Although it would have been fine even if he hadn’t provided the additional explanation.

“It would be nice if you would say that during sex, too.”

“…….”

“Clamming up again.”

Tae Shinju lightly bit Yeonseo’s lips and then pulled away. It was a comfortable position for kissing. As expected, for the reason that it was small, he had Yeonseo lie on his stomach and held him to his chest. It was a position where their lips would touch if Tae Shinju just lowered his head.

Drip, drip.

The one whose lips had been stolen unexpectedly hid his face in the crook of the man’s neck. Tae Shinju thought that the sound of the dripping water drops was just like the sound of the dye that had stained the boy’s cheeks red, dripping off.

Drip, drip.

A question suddenly arises. The water drops with a ‘drip drip’ sound, but what sound do emotions make when they fall?

If it were Park Yeonseo….

“I thought I should say this at least once, but Mr. Park Yeonseo’s voice, it’s quite nice.”

“Pardon…? Ah… thank you.”

“So if you like it, say you like it, if you don’t, say you don’t, just speak as it flows out. Don’t hold back your moans either.”

Will he wail and cry.

‘His crying face… was pretty. As expected.’

Anyway, it would have been better for Park Yeonseo’s well being if he hadn’t been born with this face. How is a face that takes on a peach blossom hue just from getting a little hot a manly face? It’s a face that’s begging to be fucked.

The pretty boy, so pretty his fate was twisted, was silent. It was a habit he really didn’t like, yet Tae Shinju was also surprised at himself for just coaxing him along.

“Hmm… are you not going to thank me this time?”

I think the remark that I like your moans so don’t hold back is a bigger compliment.

Tae Shinju couldn’t hold back and bit the cheek that had been flushed red since a while ago. Even though it was a fruit he didn’t particularly like because it was sweet, whenever he saw Park Yeonseo’s bright red face, it reminded him of a lusciously ripe strawberry.

“Ah… ow, that hurts.”

The answer that popped out was different from Tae Shinju’s wish. He was a boy who was really subtly not easy. He spread his legs easily, so he looked cheap, but the wick inside was surprisingly sturdy, making it strangely difficult to lead him as one wished.

‘The fact that he doesn’t get intimidated or get dazed eyes just because he sold his body is also to my liking.’

If he was doing it knowingly, he was a prostitute of the world, and if he was doing it unknowingly…… he’s still a prostitute. One that is now making this side a little anxious.

Isn’t it the law of nature that a person who doesn’t follow the easy path you’ve shown them is more desirable.

Whether he did it knowingly, or it was a nature that reacted unknowingly, it was certain that he was a human who fit Tae Shinju’s taste. So much so that he wondered why they met like this, and he was confused about the cause and effect of whether he became his taste because they met like this.

“Ah!”

Tae Shinju suddenly lifted Yeonseo up. Yeonseo, who had been lazily melting while lying on his upper body, blinked his eyes and looked down at the person he was on top of.

“What….”

“Shh… stay still. Are you cold?”

“No. I’m not cold, but….”

Below his waist was still in the water. Only a part of his upper body was out, and the surrounding temperature was also warm, so he only got slight goosebumps.

Rather, he was more concerned about the position of his chest where the man’s head rested, and the fact that he was pressing his naked lower body tightly against the man’s upper body.

Before long, Tae Shinju gently massaged Yeonseo’s buttocks and lower back. With his empty lips, he sucked on the nipple that had become blunt in the meantime.

“Eu, heu-eut….”

Yeonseo panted and braced his hand against the wall. If it was a scheme to inject tension back into his limply relaxed body, it was a success.

Tae Shinju sneered sweetly.

“Oh my…. You even feel it from a light massage, Mr. Park Yeonseo. After doing all that, you want your pussy pierced again?”

It was truly a dizzying way of speaking. The nuance of his words also made the listener feel quite wronged.

Hugging the man’s head, Yeonseo shook his head back and forth. The tongue licking his chest was too slippery and hot. The pressure of being enclosed in the cave of his mouth was also strong, making his waist twist on its own.

“…Aah!”

Suck, slurp. The lips rubbing against flesh were lewd in every way. The obscene Tae Shinju. The world’s greatest pervert.

But the person who holds him the most warmly.

To be sure, if you were to say who knew body temperature the best in Yeonseo’s narrow world, it would be Tae Shinju. Very ironically.

And Yeonseo did not dislike the warmth that held him hotly, the warmth that made him hot in turn. The man was a very, very serious pervert, but his actions of ticklishly planting kisses or his playful gaze, when you thought about it, left only good feelings.

“Heut, heuk, eung…!”

The water in the bathtub sloshed roughly with Yeonseo’s struggles. Taking advantage of that gap, the hand that was kneading his buttocks squeezed between his butt cheeks. He placed his middle finger on the back hole, which he had only ever rubbed each time, and pressed down firmly.

A gasp escaped from Tae Shinju, who had been distractedly sucking on the breast.

“Haah… this is tight, that’s tight. Huh? Where on earth is a spacious place on this body. You have two holes that receive dicks, but even if you combine the two, my dick hole would be bigger.”

The voice, clicking his tongue as if slightly dissatisfied, was low and rough. If it’s so tight, he could just stop, but even as he grumbled about it being tight, his movement of piercing the hole does not stop.

Yeonseo’s mind was completely drained. The feeling of being lightly prodded at his back hole was very bothersome and suspicious, but the nibbling at his chest prevented his attention from going elsewhere.

At this rate, my nipple is going to fall off…!

With the continuous sucking sounds, the nipple that had been hidden took on its full shape.

Yeonseo, following his instincts, bucked his hips and let out a moan. The nipple that wasn’t being sucked, the man was holding it himself with his hand so that the nipple bud couldn’t even go in, so at this rate, it seemed there would be something wrong with his nipples in the near future. They would be broken or malfunction or….

He knew it was a bit strange to use such expressions for a body part, but no other expression came to mind. It felt like they wouldn’t return to their original state as he wished and the nipple buds would stay stiffly erect, or their shape would be deformed.

There was a contradiction in the man’s words. It should not have been ‘Do you want to be pierced again after doing all that,’ but should have been rephrased as ‘Do I want to pierce you again.’

As the saying goes, one should speak correctly, and the person who had been touching his body almost without rest from the moment he set foot in this house was Tae Shinju.

Leaving aside himself, who was weak to pleasure, wasn’t the process up until now quite a burdensome exercise for him as well? If anything, the other side would have expended more stamina.

Besides, Yeonseo had asked that if there was a next time in this relationship, the man would steadily buy his body for the same price. Since he had agreed, Tae Shinju was currently on the verge of spending another few hundred million after having already spent the huge sum of 300 million. He was just a mouse and had no room to think about the cat, but was it really okay to spend hundreds of millions on just sex?

‘Don’t tell me… a sex addiction?’

That thing he had only ever heard about…?!

Yeonseo’s complexion turned deathly pale. As someone who had watched his whole life what illnesses close to obsession, like being a workaholic or a gambling addict, were like, this was not it. This perfect man who seemed to lack nothing… if by any chance he was addicted to, to something like that….

He kind of disliked that.

Yeonseo hugged the man’s head tightly. At the reaction, which was quite different from before, Tae Shinju flinched.

“Mr. Tae Shinju… so, that is, that….”

“What is it?”

“Th-that thing….”

“That thing?”

When the person who had been panting and feeling good so well suddenly showed a strange reaction, Tae Shinju pulled Yeonseo away slightly to meet his gaze.

The face that looked up was fidgety, like a dog that needed to relieve itself. What kind of audacious thought did he have now? Since it was difficult to read his mind this time, he waited for the answer half in anticipation, half in excitement.

Yeonseo, fidgeting, avoided his gaze and cautiously began to speak.

“Th-that… sex, addiction… if you are, perhaps tre-treatment….”

“What?”

What did I just hear?

It was a bewilderment like being hit on the head with a rubber ball. Even the great Tae Shinju was at a loss for words in the face of this astounding misunderstanding.

“Sex… addiction….”

Hah.

He learned for the first time that an excessively absurd remark could even kill an excited dick. Having even removed his hand from Yeonseo’s buttocks, he let out a hollow laugh. It was so preposterous that he kept letting out foolish laughter.

“No, I knew you were eccentric, but me, a sex addict… saying it out loud makes it sound even worse. Anyway, why did you think of such a thing?”

“It… it’s not true?”

Yeonseo’s gaze was one that practically said, there’s no way that’s not it.

‘Look at this.’

Tae Shinju rubbed his own chin with the hand that had been prodding Yeonseo’s back hole.

“Would you like that to be the case? Well, if you wish….”

“No!”

“If not that, then what is it. Did I look like some pathetic addict?”

The person who had thrown out the cheeky assessment shrank back again and watched Tae Shinju’s expression. Down to the downturned eyebrows, he was exactly like a pitiful puppy that felt wronged. Tae Shinju chuckled and fiddled with Yeonseo’s thin eyebrows.

Yeonseo lowered his head completely.

“I’m, I’m sorry. You kept going even when I was sleeping, and you spent a lot of money… and also… it seemed like you were doing it without resting…. Th-then you would have to spend a lot of money again….”

Tae Shinju’s fiddling stopped abruptly. This time, he was truly astonished.

In short, to summarize it in one sentence….

“Did I… just get worried over about money… by Mr. Park Yeonseo?”

Not about anything else, but worried about money?

The heir to a financial group?

“…….”

“Ha…! Hah-haht. I didn’t see you that way, but you have a peculiar way of making a person feel small.”

“Ye-yes?”

“My pride is hurt, you know…?”

Did I say something wrong? Yeonseo’s gaze was one that a foolish creature who didn’t know its own mistake would have. It meant he was genuinely worried.

Park Yeonseo, Park Yeonseo….

“Mr. Park Yeonseo.”

Tae Shinju smiled brightly.

“Shall we… go out for a bit?”

Be-am.

🕷️

It was all well and good that they went out like that, but….

Yeonseo looked around with an anxious gaze. The two had entered the personal shopper room of a department store owned by Tae Shinju. The only people there were the man, Yeonseo, and an employee, but he was afraid someone would see his state. No, it felt like they would take his coat at any moment under the pretext of helping and check his body from head to toe.

“Please call us if there is anything you need.”

Before long, the employee who had been guiding them also went out the door, leaving only a familiar face in the room. Fortunately, what Yeonseo had been worried about did not happen. Still, he couldn’t feel completely at ease. He was in a state where he couldn’t help but feel that way.

“So they say. Let’s see what we need… where is the most urgent….”

“Hk, p-please… heuk, I… a-hak, was, wrong.”

At the pleasure digging into his belly, Yeonseo hunched his body and sobbed. The fact that he had been carried in the man’s arms all the way to this space in the department store, and the fact that the employee had pretended not to, but had been stealing glances, all bothered him, but not as much as this thing that was tormenting the inside of his ass right now.

—Shall we… go out for a bit?

When the man had said that, Yeonseo didn’t know what was wrong. The smile was ominous, so he had only guessed that something was indeed wrong.

—Since we’re out, we can just write up the contract and come back. Then we’ll have to stop by the company, so there will be a lot of things to buy.

—Ah… thank you.

—No. Should I say I realized my plan to take it slow and enjoy it was a bit complacent.

—Pardon?

—It means thank you for tightening up my mind, which was about to slack off.

Even at this point, Yeonseo had tilted his head with a dubious expression. It was a truly foolish reaction.

He had sat the cleanly washed Yeonseo on the sofa and brought a spacious box. It was larger than two of the man’s palms put together. He even kindly opened the lid right in front of him so that Yeonseo could look at it comfortably.

—Hiik….

No wonder he so obediently let me put on the gown.

Yeonseo, who had been showing a subtle curiosity, lifted his legs and pressed them together as soon as he checked the contents of the box. The habit of backing away when faced with an overwhelming situation was triggered without fail, and he stuck to the back of the sofa, trembling.

The box was full of monstrous things he had never expected to get close to in his life. Leaving aside things like clamps, jeweled strings, thin pins, and beads half the size of a fist, the dildos shaped like dicks were completely unbearable.

The contradictory fact was that among them, only the most hideous dildo’s exact purpose could be guessed. Since they were all gathered in one box, they were all probably for that sort of purpose. However, not knowing exactly how to use them, Yeonseo fell into confusion. There was even an object that looked like an accessory at first glance because it was studded with jewels.

—They’re pretty, aren’t they? Since it’s the first time, I’ll specially let Mr. Yeonseo choose one he likes.

The man pulled Yeonseo over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Lightly embracing the body that was trying to move far away, he bit his red ear.

Yeonseo flailed in the embrace that wouldn’t budge.

—N-no, I’m fine….

—Don’t refuse. There won’t be a chance to choose later even if you want to.

It was a way of speaking that coaxed him while needlessly creating anxiety. Through a few sessions of sex, Yeonseo had realized that the man was very stubborn and had a personality that would definitely achieve whatever he set his mind to. This time too, it was obvious that he would make Yeonseo choose one way or another. Or he might choose one himself and then blame it on Yeonseo.

Gulp.

Hoping that he would take pity on his tension-stained expression, Yeonseo picked up a bead that looked relatively innocuous.

—Hmm.

With an unreadable reaction, he took the bead. What had felt quite thick in Yeonseo’s hand looked as small as a marble that children play with once it was in the man’s hand.

That moment, Yeonseo regretted it over and over again.

Bzzzzz—.

“Haak!”

“Oh my. You’re impatient, Mr. Yeonseo. Can’t even wait for a moment and you’re already dripping.”

“Heuk, a-heuu, ng! Please… take, take it, ou, heut!”

Of all things, the vibrator that touched his prostate began a powerful vibration. The penis, which had already raised its head to the air, twitched, and the two holes visibly quivered, and his whole body convulsed in small tremors.

It wasn’t long after he had this thing inside his body that he realized the identity of the bead that vibrated at regular intervals. At the same time, he also understood the meaning of the ‘hmm’.

‘It meant I chose well…!’

Yeonseo could bet all the money he had earned so far that even if he hadn’t chosen the vibrator, the man would have pushed it into his back hole.

Yes, if it had just been one vibrator, he would have dismissed it as just being perverted and moved on. But Tae Shinju was always a man who would try the most vulgar things beyond what Yeonseo could imagine, without a second thought.

“Well now…. Should I say it’s a good sight, or should I say you have no patience.”

Tae Shinju laid Yeonseo down on the long sofa and opened his coat. The white body inside the coat was completely naked, exposing even his pubic area. In addition to the vibrator, something else was blocking the front and back holes, but the love juice from his vagina was leaking through the gap, staining the lining of Tae Shinju’s coat in dots.

The thinly curved eyes glittered with desire. He swept the wet pubic area with the back of his hand as if brushing past it. On the back of his veiny hand, both pussy juice and dick juice left their marks.

Throb, the pleasure that struck his entire abdomen in succession washed over Yeonseo again.

“Ah, haak! Haah, heung! Eung, ooo-ooh.”

“Is it because you picked it yourself? It seems you like your back hole more than your pussy.”

The well shaped fingernail poked at the head of Yeonseo’s dick. Yeonseo, who felt even the small touch sensitively, arched his back greatly.

“Haang!”

The body, tautly tensed with its crotch wide open, was on the verge of cumming. However, what actually came out of the dick hole was only pre-cum, and no trace of semen could be seen.

The naked body trembled in small convulsions. Even that reaction was similar to right after an orgasm. In fact, Yeonseo felt an extreme orgasm and a sense of exhaustion. And yet, the reason why the semen didn’t come out was a mystery even to Yeonseo. Because even though his front and back holes were blocked, his shaft wasn’t tied, nor had anything been done to his dick hole.

“Heut, haah….”

“Seeing this sloppy pussy, I suppose I should buy panties first.”

Tae Shinju’s lips curved up. He grabbed Yeonseo’s sprawled legs and placed them on the sofa. When he folded his knees and pushed them towards his chest, the contrast between the reddish, swollen pubic area and the pale skin of his thighs made him look even more lewd.

He deliberately overlapped Yeonseo’s calves to block his face from his line of sight. This time, it was to specially focus on the jewels inserted in both pussies. If he were to happen to see the face more beautiful than the jewels, he might quickly turn his attention and try to fuck this body. If that happened, wouldn’t it be a waste. After all the trouble of inserting something else instead of a dick.

“If I’m to put on underwear like this, what size should I buy….”

“Hk! Ha-eu, ah…!”

“Shh. We’ll get caught. No, rather than this, should I ask the employee to bring panties that fit Mr. Yeonseo’s pussy?”

“…Ah! A-heuu, ah, no, heuk.”

Not knowing it was a joke, Yeonseo hurriedly tried to get up, only to collapse again. The hole clenched tightly, chewing on the rod inside. Thanks to being right in front, Tae Shinju watched the whole spectacle without anything obscuring his view.

As the hole twitches, the red and blue jewels each flinch and move in all directions.

What appeared to be just a flat jeweled ornament at first glance was a chastity belt. The end of the rod that blocked the hole was decorated with a jewel, and the joint was connected with a thin string, catching two birds with one stone, function and design. It was an item that Tae Shinju had specially prepared for this day.

He hadn’t revealed it to Yeonseo, but it wasn’t as if Tae Shinju had just been waiting quietly after the funeral. Because he believed that Yeonseo would definitely contact him, he had been collecting necessary equipment and tools one by one in preparation for that time. He meticulously considered all aspects of the tools, including function and design, and did not spare the effort to go to a company and place a custom order himself if one element was lacking.

Among the items prepared in this way, the ones he had shown to Yeonseo were all for ‘going out’. To be honest, the chastity belt was something he had planned to make him wear no matter what, so setting that aside, he was very much looking forward to what Yeonseo would choose as his ‘first outing outfit’.

What Yeonseo picked was the vibrator. He had predicted that the hideous dildos would act as a decoy, leading him to choose the relatively innocuous-looking vibrator or nipple clamps, and it turned out exactly as he had guessed.

‘How admirable.’

Thanks to him choosing well, he also saved time.

He needed to loosen up the back hole anyway. The vibrator would enthusiastically make a fuss during the move, so it was a gain for Tae Shinju in many ways.

Of course, when he first inserted the vibrator, it took a little effort to soothe the tight body. When he inserted the vibrator and blocked the hole, Yeonseo was terrified, squirting something that could have been either piss or pussy juice. It was something that happened because his insides were too narrow and sensitive. It was a mistake that he had forgotten the lingerie he had prepared because he had to hug and pat the startled body and suck on him for a long time.

Although in the end, he got a more satisfying result.

Isn’t it a chance to both show off his wealth to Yeonseo and coat him from head to toe in his own taste.

That was also the reason why Park Yeonseo came out with nothing of his own, wearing only his coat over his naked body.

“Do you like your outing clothes that much?”

“Eung, heut….”

Yeonseo had a half-dazed expression. His mind had become hazy due to the excessive dry orgasms. It was understandable that he would be out of his mind, cumming love juice both outside and inside.

The lining of the coat he was lying on was wetter than before. He had deliberately chosen a thick woolen coat, but if he kept cumming like this, it seemed the coat would be ruined before they finished shopping.

“Mr. Park Yeonseo.”

“Heuu….”

“Mr. Yeonseo?”

Tae Shinju lightly tapped Yeonseo’s cheek. A faint light flickered in his cloudy eyes. The man gently shook the end of the rod blocking the back hole and said.

“This, should I take it out for you?”

“Eu… heu-eut, yeees, please….”

“If I take it out, pussy juice will trickle out of Mr. Yeonseo’s back hole… before that happens, shouldn’t we at least choose some underwear?”

Yeonseo shuddered with pleasure. His reddened penis now looked painfully swollen.

“Wha-whatever, you, want… eung, I’ll do… heuk! Whatever you say, haa-eut! I’ll, do it.”

“Whatever I say? Can you take responsibility for those words?”

Transparent fluid trickled from the broken dick. It had reached a level where he could no longer hold it back due to repeated orgasms.

Yeonseo’s eyebrows drooped as if he were about to cry, and he nodded his head. It was a very pitiful expression.

Tae Shinju placed one knee on the sofa, leaned over, and grabbed Yeonseo’s buttocks.

“Even if I fuck you like this and get you pregnant?”

“……!”

Yeonseo’s eyes flew wide open. Pregnant. Don’t tell me… does this man want to get him pregnant?

Even though he had been excited by the existence of his uterus and had occasionally mentioned pregnancy, he had thought he didn’t really have the intention to do so. Before that, even Yeonseo himself was not sure if his body was capable of getting pregnant. He probably couldn’t. Just because a uterus existed didn’t mean its function was also completely intact. Nevertheless, if Tae Shinju said ‘I will get you pregnant,’ it somehow felt like it would happen.

“Huh? You still don’t mind? Does it seem better to do whatever I ask than to endure the pleasure?”

“…Yes.”

The answer came out quickly. He secretly thought pregnancy was absurd, and the fact that Tae Shinju was not an irredeemable piece of trash no matter what he did helped him make the decision.

No. That’s not it. Actually….

‘If I said it seemed like he wanted me to say that… is that too presumptuous?’

If he were to say that his eyes were begging for him to answer with an unconditional ‘yes’.

Yeonseo still didn’t know the man well. Yesterday and today, he had only shown him astounding perverted acts. He was clearly a son of a bitch, but the fact that he wasn’t hateful was unique, and that contradiction had led Yeonseo this far.

He looks up at the man covering him from above. He was a beautiful man from any angle. He was even a person who could remain aloof and beautiful on his own even with pussy juice on his face. Unlike himself, who just became dirty.

If such a person demands something from him, and constantly wants to do something… what does that mean?

“Yes… do as you please.”

It was very scary, but Yeonseo strangely wanted to confirm the identity of that meaning.

At least not everything is a joke, right. The man was subtly playful, but he never gave off the feeling of being a lighthearted person. To Yeonseo, it read as him not being accustomed enough to joking for it to be ingrained in his usual atmosphere.

Anyway, even if his situation became more miserable, would it be worse than endlessly shooting porn under Tae Hyunwoong and dying with a rotten bottom? Yeonseo let out a hollow laugh without realizing it. Tae Hyunwoong. Even that guy had one use. The worst case scenario, the bottom line. Since that was clear, he rather gained courage in other areas. It was a context similar to the phenomenon of a terminally ill patient losing their hesitation.

“Mr. Park Yeonseo… you’re surprisingly fearless.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re full of fear, yet you’re fearless. What are you going to do if your pussy bursts and you die while giving birth, answering so readily, huh?”

“Ah, no, that’s… haat!”

The clasp of the chastity belt, which was fastened at his back across his stomach, was undone. It was a hook type strap that didn’t need a key. The locking mechanism was so simple that Yeonseo could have easily undone it himself while looking in a mirror.

As the strap loosened, Tae Shinju slowly pulled out the rod that had been blocking the back hole. Trickle, the bodily fluids that had collected in the hole came out along with the rod.

“Oof.”

“Ah!”

“I’ll hold you, so put strength in your waist.”

As soon as Tae Shinju undid the chastity belt, he grabbed Yeonseo’s waist and pulled him up. Led by his touch, Yeonseo squatted on the coat. It just so happened to be when the sticky love juice was coming out, so his vision automatically went dizzy.

“Tae, Mr. Tae Shinju, ah…!”

“We have to take out the vibrator, don’t we? Let’s use the strength in your hole and push it out.”

While saying that, Tae Shinju knelt down right in front, where Yeonseo’s lower hole was clearly visible. He was pretending to help by holding his waist, but the psychology of wanting to watch the process of him cumming was blatantly revealed.