The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 5.1

Waking up from a deep dream to find someone before your eyes brings forth a peculiar feeling.

“You’re awake.”

“Ah….”

It was that man. Tae Shinju.

Only after waking from the dream did Yeonseo realize he had never managed to hear ‘Hyung’s’ name. Tae Shinju. Having someone whose name he knew clearly beside him was reassuring in itself.

“Water?”

They were lying close together on a wide bed. Judging by the unfamiliar interior, it seemed to be a hotel.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, the forest of city buildings and the glittering night view caught his eye. An unexpected amount of time had passed, making his heart drop with a sudden chill.

Yeonseo nodded his head to express his assent. The man, who had been sitting with his back against the headboard, offered him a glass of water, only to pull it back.

“……?”

“What kind of dream were you having? Hyung, oh, Hyung. You were calling out for him quite excitedly.”

Doesn’t Park Yeonseo have any brothers? he muttered in a tone that was ambiguous as to whether it was a rhetorical question or not. It seemed he had no intention of handing over the glass of water until he received an answer.

Yeonseo staggered into a sitting position. This situation, talking to someone else about ‘Hyung,’ felt considerably awkward. Except for the one single moment he had been compelled to mention him, this was the first time he had ever spoken of his existence to another person.

“He’s, uh, a Hyung I ran into in the neighborhood I lived in when I was young. I don’t know his name or face well… but sometimes I dream about him.”

“How can you dream of him if you don’t know his name or face?”

“Ah, well.”

Now that he pointed it out, it did seem like it could sound strange. Yeonseo, even using his hands, explained the situation at the time.

The place he originally lived was a mountainside village, but gangsters started chasing people out, and the Hyung who came with them was on bad terms with them, and he always wore a black mask so he didn’t know his face, and he himself was going back and forth to the mineral spring every day because of a promise with his mother who had left home when he happened to meet him….

The man, who had been listening intently to the long winded, rambling story, summarized it succinctly.

“In short, are you saying you dream of the man who tore down Park Yeonseo’s house?”

“Uh….”

Is that how it turned out?

To summarize it so simply, there were many good memories. He had met with Hyung often after that as well.

He used to enjoy sitting on the steps of the mineral spring, which overlooked the whole neighborhood, and drawing pictures of houses. If Yeonseo pointed one out, he would draw that house larger on the next page and explain that its internal structure was like this and that. He remembered being amazed every time by the dexterity of his hands, which skillfully drew corridors and walls, stairs and doors, and furniture along with his explanation. Then one time, he had even drawn the house Yeonseo wished for.

Also, he had said he hated it when people called him ‘Young Master.’ But he had secretly confided only in Yeonseo that the restaurants around here served such inedible trash that he couldn’t help but act like a young master. Using that as an excuse, he had been unintentionally going on tours of famous restaurants every lunch, and he had included Yeonseo whenever he found him.

And also….

Thwack!

Along with a crisp sound of impact, his head throbbed severely. Yeonseo clutched his forehead and groaned under his breath. It was a forehead flick that brought tears to his eyes. Being hit in such an unexpected situation made it all the more surprising and painful.

Tae Shinju crossed his arms with a dumbfounded expression.

“You’re thinking about another man in front of me?”

“Oof, s-sorry….”

“What, you have one guy who spreads his legs for you, and another one you give your heart to. Is that it?”

He had only briefly reminisced, but in front of Tae Shinju, that seemed to have been a sin.

Tae Shinju tilted the water cup he was holding and took a mouthful of water. In that state, he pressed down on Yeonseo’s chin and pressed their lips together.

“Hngh, oop!”

Cough! A violent cough erupted at the sudden intrusion. Even so, Tae Shinju did not pull away. He plundered his breath as if even that cough belonged to him. Yeonseo was only able to be released after his tongue was thoroughly sucked to the man’s satisfaction.

“Even so, you shouldn’t make it obvious in front of the person who’s paying you.”

“Hoo….”

“Hmm? It feels disgusting, like I’m being forced to share.”

Water had spilled, soaking the gown and the blanket. Yeonseo could not for the life of him understand what had set him off. Hadn’t he already explained sufficiently that he had no relationship whatsoever with Hyung? That he didn’t even know his three-syllable name.

But why was he acting as if he were the unfairly wronged victim….

“Now that I see it, Park Yeonseo really only saw my body and my money, didn’t you?”

Even though you licked me up with your eyes like that.

“Excuuuse me?”

“Hah… This kind of treatment is so unexpected I don’t know what to do. To think you were hiding a man while pretending to know nothing.”

“W-what? A man… T-Tae Shinju…?”

Was his head hurting so much that he was hearing nonsense now?

According to what Yeonseo had understood so far, the one who had coveted his body from the very beginning was Tae Shinju. It was true that he had been bewitched by him and decided to sell his body, and that his heart was also being drawn to his warmth, but apart from that fact, his heart was not part of the transaction.

And most importantly, Tae Shinju’s assumptions about ‘Hyung’ were all a complete misunderstanding. Yeonseo had never once considered him as an object of sexual desire. The age of six is an age to be curious about other people’s names, not an age to be interested in romantic relationships with the same sex.

Therefore, Tae Shinju’s reaction felt completely out of place.

‘…What did I do wrong?’

He didn’t know. But since the person paying the money was displeased, he certainly had an obligation to appease him.

‘I wish Tae Shinju would understand.’

That he was the one who always threw people for a loop in ways they could never have imagined.

Yeonseo clutched his aching forehead and grabbed Tae Shinju’s wrist with his remaining hand. His head was throbbing so much he couldn’t possibly take his hand off his forehead.

“You… you are the only man… for me, Tae Shinju… so please don’t be… angry.”

Tae Shinju stared intently at the area around his captured wrist. Then, with a noticeably softer demeanor, he pulled Yeonseo close.

He moved Yeonseo’s hand that was rubbing his forehead and pressed his lips to that spot.

“Did it hurt a lot?”

“A little.”

For Yeonseo, who would have endured it under normal circumstances, to show it meant it had hurt a great deal. Tae Shinju spoke, his lips still pressed against the forehead.

“Then why did you do something to get hit for? Don’t talk about other men in front of me. Whether it’s a friend or whatever.”

“Okay….”

“If I had my way, I’d tell you not to even have that dream.”

“What?”

The more he listened, the more the conversation flowed in a strange direction. How could he control his dreams as he pleased? Unsure of how to respond here, Yeonseo pondered his answer for a long time.

He was a pervert, and a subtly fussy man. Just like a young master from a drama.

‘…Young Master?’

Was it the aftermath of recalling the conversation where he was called Young Master, Young Master, so many times? Yeonseo, without realizing it, had compared Tae Shinju to a young master. Even though Tae Shinju and the ‘Young Master’ who laughed cheerfully and got angry quietly had quite different impressions.

Thinking that far, Yeonseo’s eyebrows drooped.

The handkerchief I received from Hyung… it got ruined in the end.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t his fault. He had only used the handkerchief he had because the situation at the time called for it; in a way, it was also him returning it.

Still, among the things Hyung had given him, the handkerchief was the only one he could have kept for a long time, so he had wanted to keep it if at all possible…. It was an incident from fifteen years ago already, but it still weighed on his mind.

Mwah.

Tae Shinju pecked the area he had flicked with his lips. It was enough of a contact to pull Yeonseo out of his reverie. Yeonseo showed a faithfully startled reaction. Kissing him again, Tae Shinju’s hand began to fiddle around his waist.

The atmosphere instantly turned strangely erotic.

“Are you pouting because I told you not to think about another man and not to dream about him either? I can hear Park Yeonseo’s eyes rolling from all the way over here.”

“……”

“But you know you were a bit negligent in your duties today, right? Passing out in the car, then wasting the entire afternoon by sleeping your fill, and then talking about another man.”

“Ah… I’m sorry.”

Seen from that perspective, even he felt he was a rather impertinent debtor. It was sex that cost 100 million won a night, so had he really provided his money’s worth?

Yeonseo, reading the mood, gently placed a hand on Tae Shinju’s chest as if to block him.

“About… the work, I mean.”

“Work… yes, what about Park Yeonseo’s work?”

Tae Shinju took Yeonseo’s hand and began to gently bite his fingers. Fortunately, his mood seemed to have improved compared to before. His eyes were smiling. This part, too, was secretly amazing. How could this man’s mood be read so easily, as if it could be grasped in his hand?

‘Are his eyes… a little similar?’

It was a random thought. Before he ended up projecting Hyung onto this man, Yeonseo hurriedly cleared his head. This time, he truly shook off his stray thoughts and declared to Tae Shinju.

“I won’t take the money for today.”

The fact that he had been unconscious for so long had been bothering him anyway. In terms of content, it wasn’t a particularly dense or long dream, but he figured the accumulated fatigue had probably led to a longer sleep time.

He felt a keen sense of responsibility for his excessive sleep. Even if he wasn’t good with numbers, it was easy to grasp that today was not worth the price of 100 million won.

‘Hmm….’

He had done what he judged to be right, but after saying the words, he felt a strange emotion. It was difficult to define exactly what kind of feeling it was. It must be because he was having an unfamiliar conversation, he thought, and did his best to compose his heart.

Tae Shinju raised an eyebrow, then checked the clock on the nightstand.

“You’re saying that when there are still about two hours left of today?”

“Ah….”

“Two hours seems to be enough time for one round of sex. Are you planning on letting me have it for free even if we start now?”

The hand that had traveled down from his forehead, along the bridge of his nose, his lips, and his chin, to his prominent collarbone, wrapped around Yeonseo’s neck.

Suddenly, the day of the funeral, when something similar had happened not long ago, came back to life. The sensation of his windpipe being squeezed, his breath caught by a large hand. Back then, Yeonseo had trembled with his shoulders hunched up tightly. Terrified by the man’s very existence, feeling suffocated.

—If you’re acting up like this to haggle over the price of your hole, that’s just plain insolent.

The loan shark’s shrill voice, which he had forgotten for a while, also echoed in his ears.

The realization was natural.

Ah… I’ve become cheap. A whore who haggles over the price of my own hole.

He had wondered what this feeling was, and it must have been the feeling of falling to the level of something cheap.

It felt like his body smelled of semen.

The fact that he had chatted idly with the man, that he had smiled thinking his warmth was nice, all the feelings he had felt as pleasant were, in truth, a luxury. Tae Shinju was a person who allowed Yeonseo to indulge in the luxury of emotions.

The person who appeared before he hit rock bottom and allowed him to indulge in luxury.

‘He had a right to be angry.’

He becomes curious. When this time is over, how far will my life plummet? Even after going from a dirty rag to a dishcloth, will I still live a cheap life?

“You don’t like it for free after all, do you? Your expression is quite grim.”

“Ah… No. I was just thinking for a moment…. I’m sorry. You can do as you please, Tae Shinju.”

Yeonseo smiled faintly. It wasn’t a smile with cheeks flushed from shame, but an expression after he had organized and composed his heart.

Do as you please, Tae Shinju.

Tae Shinju’s brow furrowed slightly. He had unintentionally heard the same words twice in one day. But the feeling was the complete opposite.

Yeonseo’s smile lacked even a common hint of resignation. The Park Yeonseo that Tae Shinju had come to understand was surprisingly strong willed and did not resign himself easily. He simply grasped the situation and accepted it by attaching his own reasons to it.

Even if the result was the gutter, the reason he lacked the unique ‘feeling of giving up’ that comes with resignation probably stemmed from that. It was the second thing he liked about Park Yeonseo, after his face.

‘But why does this feel so unsettling.’

There was something he was missing.

There was clearly a puzzle piece missing, but what it was remained elusive. It probably wasn’t a critically important piece, but his temperament was the problem; once something got stuck in his head, he had to resolve it before moving on. Until his curiosity was satisfied, his brain would be in an uproar, complaining that it was being bothered.

“…More importantly, how do you like this place? The bedding… seemed to have been comfortable enough.”

Tae Shinju skillfully hid his inner thoughts. Holding Yeonseo’s shoulders, he turned him toward the window. The short winter sun had long since hung over the mountain ridge and set.

It was the brilliant night view of the city. The forest of buildings, viewed from the 35th floor, lit up one by one, creating the fireflies of the city.

Yeonseo, as if possessed, approached the floor-to-ceiling window. On the ground, he had been too busy looking at his own feet to have the leisure to even look up at those tall buildings. People often say that for the rich, time is gold, but for the poor, time was also gold. Because you had to move and handle one more thing, do it more quickly, to earn or save even a single won.

Tae Shinju, standing beside him, stealthily wrapped an arm around Yeonseo’s waist. The slender waist was trim without an ounce of fat, so even with the gown on, he fit snugly into his embrace.

“Enjoying the night view with Park Yeonseo while wearing matching gowns, I’m not envious of a honeymoon’s first night.”

“Ah….”

Yeonseo ducked his head low. The exposed nape of his neck was red. Tae Shinju graciously bent his upper body and kissed it.

“Even if we were actually on our honeymoon, I don’t think the picture would be any different from this. What about you, Park Yeonseo? Have you ever thought about marriage?”

“No…. I haven’t.”

The answer was quick. Without stuttering, it sounded all the more firm. It wasn’t strange. Park Yeonseo was poor, and a man with two holes at that.

What a truly dramatic life. A life where one has to first ponder whether to have a woman or a man stand beside them.

Tae Shinju pulled Yeonseo completely in front of him, embracing him from behind. He hugged him tightly by the shoulders and biceps, resting his chin on his temple as he whispered.

“Then just try to imagine it. A man who owns the department store we visited during the day, and who uses the top floor of this hotel, which could fit about sixteen of Yeonseo’s houses, as if it were his own, says he will marry Yeonseo. A man who would have dressed you up so you wouldn’t be envious of Cinderella, if only Yeonseo hadn’t fallen asleep during the day. He even says he is overflowing with confidence that he will love and cherish both of your holes dearly.”

“……”

“What about a partner like this?”

Whether it was a simple boast of his wealth, a truly pure suggestion to just imagine it, or him sounding him out under the guise of a joke, only Tae Shinju would know the answer.

Yeonseo slowly scanned the man’s hand that was holding his wrist. It was a hard hand with veins standing out from the forearm to the back of the hand.

He knew how this hand violated his holes and brought forth pleasure. Just as he said, no matter which hole, the moment this hand touched it, it would turn into a den that produced pleasure, and he would feel as if he were being cherished by this man.

At the same time, Yeonseo smelled the lingering scent of semen. A scent etched into his consciousness that he couldn’t simply fade by washing it away.

Semen and money. Beings that exuded a pungent odor intense enough to shake Yeonseo. When combined, they were completed in the form of one person.

Tae Shinju.

“…I still wouldn’t.”

The answer was simple. Yeonseo emphasized again. Marriage, I won’t do it. The latter part was said to himself.

“Why not?”

A clear note of surprise was in Tae Shinju’s voice.

“Because I don’t have that much to give.”

“Hmm…. Do you think that man expects to get something from Yeonseo?”

“It’s not so much that, but… because even just giving will get tiring someday. Since I have nothing to give, if he gets tired of me and asks for a divorce, I’ll have no choice but to accept….”

When talking about himself, Park Yeonseo is excessively detached. His tone is that of someone reciting facts as they are, which makes it sound rather alien, Tae Shinju thinks. His way of speaking, which lacks resignation, was something he originally liked about Park Yeonseo, but listening to it, it was strange.

Doesn’t everyone easily get emotional and their perspective become biased when talking about their own circumstances? The more hardships one has accumulated in life, usually the poorer or rougher the life, the more so.

He would have understood without any sense of incongruity if he had instead said that he was afraid that ‘Cinderella’s prince’ would ruin him, or use him as a mistress and then discard him, or that he would get used to the affluence he provides and find it hard to get used to a life of want again.

‘Well, whatever… it’s none of my business anyway.’

It was just a hypothetical, as there would never be an actual marriage with him.

As the one who took Park Yeonseo’s first time, he was curious though. What it would feel like if a new man stood beside him, claiming to be his lifelong partner.

The expressions he makes during sex, the habits that emerge, were all currently imprinted by Tae Shinju. He would take them as they are and, for just once, on the first night with that man, he would reveal them just as they are. And then twice, three times, four times… as they repeated the act, new habits would be overlaid.

In Tae Shinju’s life, there had been no one he could call a lover until now. He had sought release for his desires from time to time, but he felt no emotion whatsoever no matter where those people went or who they had sex with, even if they had orgies.

But Park Yeonseo was different. With Park Yeonseo alone, the thought of him baring that body before another man was grating. For now.

‘I must have taken quite a liking to this body… Not just Park Yeonseo, but I’ve become strange too.’

It was likely because it had been a long time since he had been so immersed in something. It was rare for him to have taken an interest in and focused on a specific thing, be it a person or an object, since he was a child, more than a decade ago.

The reason that happened was….

Tae Shinju moved the hand that was gripping Yeonseo tightly and, without warning, invaded his gown.

“Ah….”

The person leaning against his chest instinctively rubbed the back of his head against Tae Shinju’s shoulder.

A shameless hand settled at the base of his chest and gently kneaded the soft skin. After massaging the plumply raised breast, it twisted the protruding areola instead of the hidden bud.

His unique, delicate body scent tickled the man’s nose. Tae Shinju inhaled the scent of his skin deeply and gently pushed Yeonseo’s gown aside. The lapels slipped over his shoulders and caught in the crooks of his arms, but it was enough to get a view of his exposed upper body.

The pale skin shone by itself in the dim space. It wasn’t made of a material that lit up like a lamp, yet the excessively white skin was uniquely conspicuous, as if it reflected even the darkness.

Tae Shinju crossed his hands in an X and roughly grabbed his breasts. The feeling of them being crushed and twisted as he kneaded them was addictive. He wanted to repeatedly crush the aroused buds with his palms and fingers and suck on them all day long.

“Haahng, hng! Heuu….”

“That’s right, it’s best that Park Yeonseo doesn’t get married. Because I myself am curious as to when I’ll get tired of your pussy.”

“Haat…!”

Along with the erotic warning, his canines pierced the tender flesh. Tae Shinju buried his nose in the nape he had bitten and darkly caressed the slender stomach.

The place where a man’s womb was.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t curious about what shape the smooth and slender area would swell into. But what spurred Tae Shinju on was a baser desire than that.

The desire to bury his cock inside Yeonseo, to smear his seed inside him, to make him cry in a mess. The desire to establish such overwhelming superiority that even if he came to know other men, all of them would be evaluated as ‘not as good as Tae Shinju.’

And in the end, for Park Yeonseo to cling to him of his own accord, his expression crumbling….

‘Ah.’

And so, Tae Shinju finally comes to realize.

Am I, perhaps, hoping that Park Yeonseo will desire me?

The fundamental reason he does not resign himself to his miserable life. The reason he can evaluate himself so calmly as he is, is because he has no greed. That was why his opinion on marriage was so firm. Because he does not desire it, he cannot imagine it, and even if he did, he is aware deep in his bones that it is not a future that will be given to him, so he does not waver. Because it is a situation he cannot even apply to himself.

The part that had felt alien, because such a perspective and evaluation is usually directed at others, was finally understood.

As if he were objectively judging another person, just as one would impassively apply certain standards to others, Park Yeonseo looked at and treated himself in that way.

It was a method that made one confused as to whether he lacked self-love, or rather, had high self-esteem. In other words, it meant he was excellent at self-objectification.

It was the second night, crossing into the third day. Park Yeonseo was easy enough to figure out in just two nights. His inside and outside were the same, and he never deceived others or lied with useless pretense, so he was a particularly comfortable type of person for Tae Shinju.

To that easy, unknowledgeable, and ignorant body, Tae Shinju was, in fact, injecting things Park Yeonseo had never known his entire life. Not just a penis and semen, but the pleasure and emotions and memories and protection and control that originated from him, and the person who was the sum of all those things—,

Tae Shinju.

Of course, Yeonseo was also teaching Tae Shinju something. What conversation through sex was. That a certain kind of coupling could reawaken forgotten desires.

Though the one who made it possible was ignorant and would know nothing of it.

“Haha….”

A curiosity suddenly arises. What would be completed if he were to shove the secrets Park Yeonseo does not know and his own dirty desires into that womb until it reaches its limit?

Will Park Yeonseo change, or will he not change?

“Heut, heuk.”

Yeonseo gasped for breath at the slow yet persistent teasing. He had a lovely face. His eyes were glossy and his lips were also wet, holding moisture.

It made one want to torment him.

Tae Shinju did not ignore the mischievous thought. This feeling is a feeling too, I should take care of it.

“You’ve never masturbated with your hole, have you.”

“Haahng! Heuk, euuh—.”

“I’m not keen on having sex for free, but then again, it’s a waste of time to just let it pass when Yeonseo was so generous… Shall I teach you how to masturbate?”

The hand that was caressing his lower abdomen slid into the deep crevice in an instant.

Even though he was rubbing from behind, over his underwear, the man’s hand did not lose its way. He merely extended his long middle finger and scraped at the hollow of the perineum as if digging it out, and pressed down accurately on the unripe clitoris to apply pressure.

“Euuuhng…!”

“To be honest, I was planning on not teaching you this until the very end… but hearing that you’re off searching for some other bastard’s cock, I figured I might as well teach you how to enjoy yourself alone?”

Press, press. The touch digging out the hidden den was somewhat rough. Yeonseo reached out and braced himself against the glass window. His legs trembled as if they would buckle at any moment. When he unconsciously clamped his thighs together to keep from falling, a sharp slap flew at him.

“Heuk!”

“The real thing hasn’t even started, what will you do if you collapse already?”

An incredulous voice gently reprimanded Yeonseo.

That criticism was also so shameful that his insides burned, but the fact that his underwear was getting soaked in a circle the more he touched it was what truly made him want to go crazy and jump up and down.

“Even if you want to cum, try to hold it in for a little bit.”

As if mocking his warning, the area that had been bone dry started to get damp and exude the smell of his pussy. The scent that draws a man in. It was a signal that he had begun the hunt, searching for a cock that would thoroughly scratch his aroused inner flesh.

The underwear he belatedly became aware of was not the lace panties he had seen before losing consciousness. The fabric covering the hole was wider than that, and it also covered his genitals, albeit precariously. Although the fact that his hole was wet rendered the fabric covering his nether regions useless.

“Ah, ah! Heuu.”

Tae Shinju, after roughly slapping his pussy with his palm and, while he was at it, covering and rubbing the entire perineum, did not take off Yeonseo’s underwear but instead grabbed the thinnest part and pushed it aside. His swollen cock popped out with a bounce, serving as a support to hang the underwear on. In that state, he fondled the plumply swollen pussy lips.

“It’s swollen just right for touching. Yeonseo, you check it too.”

“Ah, no… Aht!”

Tae Shinju’s speed was faster than his reply of no, I’m fine. He snatched the hand that was clutching the gown and brought it to the reddened inner flesh. He put extra strength into his fingertips, spreading the labia and making sure he properly touched the path and hole that had been conquered by his slick.

“Heu, i-it’s, strange, haah, hak!”

“It’s not strange, at times like this you’re supposed to say it feels good. Now then… how is it? It’s soft, so it’s fun to touch, isn’t it?”

The sensation of the damp, slick, warm, and plump flesh was beyond unfamiliar; it was creepy.

He sometimes touched it when washing, so it wasn’t a complete first encounter. Moreover, it was a part of his own body he had lived with for over twenty years, but fumbling his own vulva, wet with his slick, was a different story.

Yeonseo’s upper body tilted distinctly toward the glass window. The sight of him burying his forehead in his own arm while fumbling his groin with one hand was, undeniably, the image of someone masturbating.

He felt like he wanted to cry a little. He felt as though he himself, for feeling a sliver of thrill in this situation, had become an irredeemable case that could not be fixed.

The inner flesh he had been forcibly led to was, just as he had said, so soft it felt as though his fingerprints would melt. The area around the hole made his stomach clench with just a slight brush, and the clitoris he reached after passing the short path was….

“—Haaaang!”

Letting out a high-pitched cry, Yeonseo finally slumped to the floor. Unable to hold on any longer, the strength in his legs had given out.

“Haha, as I thought….”

A moment. It was a brief moment of hesitation.

The man who was clutching the breast over Yeonseo’s heart as if to burst it, scraped the clitoris with his fingernail. Completely erasing the pretense that he was going to teach him leisurely, he slapped away Yeonseo’s hand that had been advancing so carefully. Then, he shamelessly occupied the front of his pussy and rubbed and pinched the clitoris.

“Aaang, hak! Heung, eu, ah, haht!”

Because he had made a surprise move, both his throat and his pussy hole were wide open, and moans and slick leaked out indiscriminately. He was in a state of being pushed to the extreme, his reason burning away to white ash.

This was, in a word, plunder. A shameless mess.

Moreover, he was holding Yeonseo’s waist firmly so he wouldn’t just fall forward. Yeonseo was suddenly in a squatting position with his crotch wide open.

“You say you’re a man, but what are you going to do with a pussy this weak, Yeonseo.”

As if he were not at fault, the man behind him pressed his lips to Yeonseo’s ear and let out a chuckle. It was certainly a mocking laugh, but it was so needlessly sweet that Yeonseo felt sorrowful.

“Heut, ah, aaht, haak! Euhk, p-please.”

If you’re going to feign ignorance, then keep your hands still too.

The man placed his middle finger right on the tautly swollen center and increased the speed of his rubbing.

“You look like you’re enjoying it. Do you know how much you’re leaking from your pussy right now, Yeonseo?”

The impression that his laughter-laced voice was pleasant to hear was all there was, and even that evaporated in an instant.

What little reason he had left was entirely focused on the sensation of needing to urinate. His lower abdomen was heavy with the urge. His waist swayed on its own as he tried to hold back the urge to urinate, and because of the movement, which was no different from writhing, Tae Shinju repeatedly committed mischievous acts, creating a vicious cycle.

He rubbed the clitoris with his thumb, and at the same time, he stimulated Yeonseo by tracing the entrance of his pussy with his middle finger or stealing slick from the shallow hole. It was a trick to layer on new pleasure right away, and an explicit expression heralding penetration. Even setting the latter aside, he was malicious in the sense that no matter what he did, he never left the clitoris alone for even a moment.

“Ah! Ah! Haah, euung, hooit, ah, n-no…!”

Eventually, Yeonseo grabbed his arm to try and stop the man. But for his troubles, only his innocent cheek and shoulder were bitten.

“The back hole hasn’t even started, but it’s already flooded…. It would have been a great shame if I hadn’t taught you.”

“Haang, ah! Euuung, heeu, eut, aaaaah!”

His spread-eagled, squatting crotch bucked wildly. The hole squirmed continuously in search of prey and dropped transparent fluid onto the floor, drip, drop, creating a small pond. The patience with which he had been desperately holding back the urge to urinate had reached its limit.

Rubbing the back of his head against a firm shoulder, then bowing his head, then twisting his body.

Yeonseo was almost out of his mind.

“You’ve sufficiently understood how to cum by rubbing your clitoris, right?”

The man who had asked so breezily suddenly took his hand off the soft flesh and pulled Yeonseo’s finger, pressing it against his pussy lips.

“Ah… haak….”

His body, about to tip over backwards, was blocked by the man and he ended up half-sitting against his diagonally positioned thigh. To support Yeonseo from behind, Tae Shinju had been kneeling on the floor for a while now, pressing his aroused cock against the small of Yeonseo’s back. A single layer of the gown was the barrier separating them.

Honestly, it would have been no trouble at all to lift the gown here and shove his cock into his cunt-hole. But he deliberately chose a troublesome process to break Yeonseo down. Yeonseo, out of his mind, seemed unaware, but on the floor-to-ceiling window where the city’s night view was in full bloom, their lewdly entangled figures were reflected in their entirety.

What kind of reaction would the shy person show if he discovered that… Tae Shinju was secretly looking forward to it.

“Relax your fingers.”

He wrapped his right arm around Yeonseo’s waist, pressing their backs tightly together. The trembling of the sensitive body was transmitted to him in its entirety. It was ticklish and cute, like being brushed by the fluttering of a small bird’s wings.

He places his palm over the slender, veined back of the hand. He picks up the rather long middle finger and hooks it at the entrance of the hole. And before the quick-witted fellow could come to his senses—,

“If you’ve touched your pussy, you have to put something in the hole too.”

Plunge.

Sure enough, Yeonseo’s body froze stiff. Knowing that, Tae Shinju nonchalantly prattled on.

“How is it? It’s a different flavor from the clitoris, isn’t it?”

Softer… and hotter.

It wasn’t something else, this whisper itself must be the sweet nothings a devil crams into you.

A trickle, the finger was in by about one knuckle. Just one knuckle, but the feeling of having put his own hand in his own hole, led by another’s hand, was….

“Haha, you’re bad at masturbating, Yeonseo.”

His stomach churns.

Tae Shinju forcibly applied pressure to the back of Yeonseo’s hand, making him swallow the middle finger all the way to the root.

“Ah, ah…!”

Yeonseo’s eyes widened. His mind was in a jumble, shocked by the horrifying act he had just committed and flustered by the stickiness of his own inner flesh wrapped around his finger.

Th-this is masturbation….

He would rather just shake his cock and cum. He had spent so many years pretending it didn’t exist, so now being made to grope his hidden femininity in pursuit of pleasure just felt like he was doing something he shouldn’t.

“What are you doing? Once you’ve put it in, you have to move your cock.”

Saying so nonchalantly, Tae Shinju wagged his long middle finger in front of Yeonseo’s eyes. Compared to Yeonseo’s, it was a distinctly long, thick, and straight finger.

“Wa-wait…!”

“Relax.”

There was no time to ask what he was scheming. This time too, an intruder forced its way into the gap and rubbed against Yeonseo’s fingerprint inside the hole.

“Haah… Two, cocks?”

A wide grin. His smiling expression was just horrifying.

Perhaps it would have been better when he had been cursing him, calling him a son of a bitch, a crazy person.

Tae Shinju’s sigh-like moan tickled the nape of his neck. As if telling him to follow along, the man pulled his finger all the way out and then thrust it in, pulled it all the way out again and then pushed it in, scraping toward his lower abdomen.

There was no way Yeonseo could follow that. Yeonseo’s role was to just tremble like that, and when Tae Shinju pounded his insides, his only role was to feel a thrill in his puckering hole.

Mwah, mwah, mwah.

Thump, thump, thump.

The rhythm of the kisses and the finger thrusting into the hole was the same.

Because his hand was so large, the entrance was tight if Tae Shinju put in two of his own fingers. But today, he was demonstrating for a newcomer, so one of his proficient partners was absent, and the newcomer who had tagged along was standing there dazedly like a scarecrow. Therefore, as a veteran who had tasted the insides before, even when Tae Shinju poked at the good spots, the body, having already experienced even greater pleasure than this, cried out that it was not enough.

“Haah, eut, heuu.”

It tickles… it tickles…!

It was then that the middle finger and waist, which had been just standing there foolishly, moved. It was ambiguous whether Yeonseo’s waist was first, or his finger was. But it was clear that it was an act led by instinct that had succumbed to pleasure.

“Are two cocks not enough?”

Tae Shinju asked teasingly, and Yeonseo covered his mouth in shame. But in a corner of his heart, he hoped he would use his other fingers too. There was also a part of him that naturally assumed he would, because he was the very person who always bestowed extreme pleasure while verbally degrading him.

For now, Tae Shinju, who had made him hold his own hand, pulled Yeonseo’s index and ring fingers and thrust them in at once.

“Ah…!”

“Three.”

Though each individual finger was thin, gathered together, they were a rather tight thickness to stuff into the narrow hole. Tae Shinju once again forced his own middle finger into that place.

“Four.”

For a man’s pussy, you’re quite greedy. Twisted lips pressed right against Yeonseo’s ear. It was the moment Tae Shinju’s original partner joined in without warning.

“Five.”

“……!”

“You’re taking a whole hand, Yeonseo?”

Thud.

Was the sound that fell real, or was it an auditory hallucination?

“Ah, ah! Aah! Heuu, hak, heet, euk, euung, heek!”

Gush, plunge, squish, stretch, splat. It was right after Tae Shinju’s remark that all sorts of vulgar acts began to happen in the pussy hole impaled by a bundle of fingers.

The heat that warmed his stomach along with the shame finally clouded Yeonseo’s vision. The bundle of fingers gouged his insides out of sync, as if competing. His slick leaked out as if water had been sprayed. His palms had long since been soaked with his slick.

With his free hand, Tae Shinju grabbed the head of Yeonseo’s cock. The rigidly swollen glans must have been on the verge of ejaculating, because as soon as he forcefully scraped the urethral opening, it burst forth with seed.

“Haeut!”

The rigidity from the ejaculation naturally squeezed the finger-cocks. The newcomer, Yeonseo, stopped moving in that state, but the veteran pervert, as if this were the moment, dug into his inner walls. No, he pulled out Yeonseo’s hand altogether, threw it aside, and took over the empty space, persistently digging in.

“……! Haak…!”

It was a feeling of ejaculation so intense that a moan got stuck in his throat. This wasn’t the kind of thing you could hold back just by trying, like before. Yeonseo, his whole body wrung out, simply let himself go, completely helpless. Transparent fluid shot out intermittently, like from a broken faucet.

The afterglow of his orgasm had not yet faded. Yeonseo was suddenly shoved toward the floor-to-ceiling window. Tae Shinju had pushed him forward. Because he had been squatting for a long time, his knees and calves only now began to throb. The window was close, so he didn’t end up prostrated on the floor, but it was enough to make him realize he had been committing lewd acts by an open window without a single screen.

“……”

Yeonseo’s jaw dropped.

The sky he stared at blankly was dark. The buildings were lit up here and there, and in the floor-to-ceiling window, his own form, entangled with a man, was reflected like a mirror.

And Tae Shinju, too, gazes at what Yeonseo is looking at. Unlike Yeonseo, he is perfectly composed. He watches Yeonseo through the window and dots kisses on his empty nape and shoulder. It was a quiet kiss, unbefitting of a man who had been committing filthy defilement.

Yeonseo’s eyes grew hot.

He genuinely wonders. This trembling heart, this sex, is it really just a relationship of buying and selling a body? Is everyone like this? Do they mix their bodies while feeling a suffocating sensation that leaves them unable to even speak properly?

The one who looked away first was, unexpectedly, Tae Shinju.

He closed his eyelids as he kissed Yeonseo’s neck. The spot his lips touched burned, and Yeonseo increasingly wanted to escape this situation. Because no matter how much sex he had, he never got used to the heat that made his body flush.

As if to mock that thought, the moment their eyes met again, they were, without distinction, greedily mixing their lips.

“Hoot, eung, euung.”

A round moan gathered in his throat and then scattered.

Tae Shinju used Yeonseo’s throat as a pussy, as if he were fucking a cunt-hole. The movement of gouging the entire inside of his mouth and sucking his tongue was truly similar to penetration. Because he had experienced his penetration, Yeonseo too realized that his oral cavity was a mouth-pussy and his tongue was a cock.

His lips and tongue, being crushed every time the man moved, are excessively vivid. The slightly rough papillae of his tongue, the hard row of his teeth, the soft yet resilient root of his tongue, and the smooth cheek that brushes against the tip of his nose.

Because their lips were joined with their heads turned back, even in the brief moments they separated, his insides burned with longing. He himself, thinking of his own longing self, was dumbfounded.

Truly a strange and mysterious man.

How could he change the atmosphere to its complete opposite in an instant? They had definitely been having a normal, quiet conversation. Looking at the atmosphere now, it was as if they had been having sex all day.

The hand that had withdrawn pushed aside Yeonseo’s gown and cupped and kneaded both his buttocks in a heap. Enduring a force so brutal it seemed it would leave handprints, Yeonseo realized.

“Haahng, eu, euuung.”

The true identity of the panties that left his buttocks completely exposed. He had wondered if the front was properly covered, but his ass was refreshingly bare.

As if to show him the purpose of the underwear, he squeezed one buttock hard and spread it open.

“Euung, heut!”

“It suits you well, as I thought. I didn’t have a chance to get a good look while I was putting them on you in your sleep, but having your ass exposed is better.”

He pushed the narrow fabric aside, just as he had when he touched his vaginal opening. Then, he pressed down firmly on the tightly pursed hole with his thumb. It was a signal that was difficult to feign ignorance of what he was ultimately aiming for.

The man left light kisses all over Yeonseo’s face and said.

“Since we came all the way to a hotel… shall we take our time enjoying ourselves and experience this and that?”

Unfortunately, to Yeonseo, it sounded like, ‘shall we have various kinds of filthy sex for a long time.’ His glossy eyes wandered in confusion.

The man let out a soft laugh. Yeonseo thought he absolutely did not want to meet the man’s eyes, while at the same time, he glimpsed the beautiful smile through the window.

As if he knew that heart, Tae Shinju placed his hands on Yeonseo’s hips. The tormented panties finally slid down slowly.

“I also did a little bit of shopping while you were asleep, Yeonseo.”

In any case, that damn sleep was the sin.

🕷️

Sleep really was a sin.

If he had truly purchased these hellish items while he was asleep, then his sin for failing to stop him was severe.

“Aaaat!”

Yeonseo let out a shrill scream and fell forward. They had moved to the bed, so the pain of falling, no matter how he fell, was gone, but that was the only improvement.

He crawled forward on all fours, advancing blindly. Zzz, zzzzing. The dildo inserted in his front hole trembled violently. Its size was no match for Tae Shinju’s, but its fatal flaw was that it stimulated both his vaginal opening and clitoris simultaneously.

“Haak, heuk, euhk.”

“Where are you trying to go all the time?”

Thud.

Tae Shinju, grabbing Yeonseo’s pelvis from behind, dragged his body back. The distance he had painstakingly managed to escape was rendered useless.

Smack!

“Haang! Hak, heuek….”

A flogging inevitably fell upon the disobedient debtor. Tae Shinju’s hand was large enough to comfortably grasp one of Yeonseo’s buttocks in a single hand. When such a hand struck his rear, the plump flesh bounced elastically before immediately starting to swell red. As if it wasn’t the first time, the round buttocks were already swollen red and hot with a feverish heat.

Tae Shinju did not withdraw the hand that had delivered the flogging, but instead slowly stroked the warm flesh. Because he was stroking it in circles with a slight pressure, the tightly clenched hole occasionally showed itself. Thanks to the pussy juice that had flowed down the crevice from repeated caresses, the back hole also sported a glistening, wet appearance.

“Haak, ha, aheut.”

“Really… if you look at him, Yeonseo has a lot of lewd corners to him. He enjoys being hit.”

You were whining when I hit your pussy too, weren’t you? Tae Shinju spread his buttocks to either side and sucked on the exposed hole. The way his mouth moved, messily crushing and slowly licking with his tongue, was leisurely to the point of being somewhat frustrating.

Even in a state where a large portion of his reason had fled, Yeonseo was so flabbergasted he almost retorted. Me? I… what did you say?

Chime—.

“By the way, these nipple rings are exceptionally satisfying. Your nipples are still standing stiff, aren’t they.”

“Aheuk…!”

“And they look pretty, too.”

The man who had licked the back pussy sat Yeonseo’s buttocks on the shaft of his cock, nestling him. The position, where he was supported by one arm under his shoulder and leaning diagonally on his knee, was convenient for lifting one thigh and fucking him just like this, and also made it easy to touch his chest, stomach, or vulva.

Among them, the first thing he touched was the nipple clamps. To be precise, they were closer to rings in the form of ear cuffs, and the method was to first get the nipple erect, then fit the round ring onto the bud, and then tighten the wire to match the width of the nipple to fix it in place. He usually liked the nipples that were quietly hidden, but once he discovered this, there was no reason not to buy it.

Chime, chime. As Yeonseo’s body swayed, the chain and bells connected to the nipple rings let out a clear sound. Not putting a bell on a cat’s neck, but putting a bell on a fuck buddy’s nipple. Tae Shinju slightly raised Yeonseo’s upper body and touched the tip of his tongue to the swollen breast.

Chime, chime, clatter.

“Heut, heuk, euuung…!”

Yeonseo shook his tits from side to side and rubbed against Tae Shinju’s lips in reverse. Of course, one would have to hear Yeonseo’s side of the story here, but Tae Shinju, for now, thought that his lips had been ravaged by the breasts.

“Ha… If I had known you’d like it this much, I should have bought it in advance, I was wrong. How did you resolve this thirst when there was no one to suck your tits until now? Even if you didn’t masturbate with your pussy, did you masturbate with your tits? I’m asking if you poked and tormented your nipple hole trying to draw out the buds by yourself.”

“Ah, no, heet, heua!”

Suck, slurp, shluurp, mwah! Pulling the center of the chain with appropriate force, Tae Shinju ravenously sucked on the breast. The texture of the hard ring was certainly grating. However, the fact that he could eat the perky nipple bud at any time was satisfying. If the bud happened to retract, he could just make it stand again, but when he was focused on fucking a pussy, the process of bringing it out again was a hassle.

Thanks to that, both the buttocks he had patted from time to time and the nipples were swollen and looked more appetizing than ever before. Honestly, in his current state, any gesture would appear as a lewd display to attract a man. Because even to his own eyes, which he prided on having reasonably high standards, it looked nothing but attractive.

“Heek, heek, heut.”

Yeonseo turned to his side, curled up, and his chest heaved. He looked just like someone crying and hiccupping. In reality, Yeonseo was crying a little inside.

—Would you like to see what I bought? It was a gift for you, Yeonseo, anyway. I hope you like it.

—Ah… I like it.

Because he was so foolish for having answered so innocently.

—What is this?

Because he resented himself, who had brought this situation upon himself, so much today.

What he had asked about was precisely the nipple rings and chain. Is it an earring? It’s unique. He regretted his past self for thinking so simply.

Because of that, even after his pussy masturbation was revealed to the entire world, Yeonseo had to have his tits sucked and a fake cock implanted in his insides, waiting for the man to bestow mercy upon him.

“Haa… Park Yeonseo, your whole body is really so soft. It’s the first time a minute, a second, has felt this long.”

The reason he had deliberately shoved in the fake cock was that.

Under the pretext that that damn free sex hurt his pride, Tae Shinju declared that he would not fuck his pussy until after midnight. Then, serving as both a pussy plug and a way to release tension, he blocked the front hole with a dildo.

The fake cock, on its own, whirred and whirred, and then regularly moved back and forth along the passage that was perfectly aligned with his clitoris, inducing orgasms. Thus, while Tae Shinju had not yet ejaculated, Yeonseo had already squeezed out so much fluid that a sense of enervation had come over him.

But if you were to ask if he had only been fondling his body, that wasn’t it either.

“I’m thirsty again…. I need to drink some water.”

“Ah, aaah…! W-wait a minute, just fuck…!”

“There are only ten minutes left now, if I drink a glass of water, it will pass quickly.”

“Aaat!”

No matter how much he flailed and begged him to just fuck him instead, putting his palms together and pleading, the pervert’s patience was incredibly long.

Yeonseo received the cock falling from directly in front of him with his face. The thick cock was so grotesquely thick and long that when placed on his face, he couldn’t see well. It was even longer than Yeonseo’s face.

“Heuep!”

Whirrr. The dildo that had been stimulating his inner walls with an unusual vibration got a taste of the outside air for the first time in a while.

Tae Shinju willingly buried his face in the pussy that was smeared with cunt juice. He gulped down the slick that came from the red hole, just as he had when he had sucked the clitoris and found the nipple buds. He held some of it on his tongue and transferred it into the back pussy.

Unlike the cunt-hole, the hole that showed little sign of being broken in was still tight, as if advertising its newness. He brought the dildo that had been thoroughly rolled around in the house in front to the house in the back.

“Oot, oop!”

Yeonseo, who was holding the massive pile of cock in his mouth, twisted his lower body at the unfamiliar pressure. The fact that he was putting something that had been in his pussy into his anus was shocking enough, but beyond that, the insertion from behind was extremely uncomfortable.

The feeling that it wasn’t originally a place to receive something…. A flicker of self-loathing brushed past him at the fact that he had personally experienced that difference, but the truth was the truth.

After realizing that fact, Yeonseo had, on more than one occasion, deliberately moved his hips to guide him to insert it into the front hole whenever he brought a dildo or finger to his anus. A couple of times, Tae Shinju seemed to fall for it. But as expected, it was difficult to completely fool him, and as he repeated the clumsy writhing, he was hit on his vulva several times. In the end, the place he was hit hurt so much that he stopped his futile actions.

Still, the fundamental fear was not something Yeonseo could do anything about. Whenever he touched his rear, his waist would instinctively twist.

Ring!

Suddenly, a cell phone alarm went off. Tae Shinju snapped his head up. Withdrawing his cock from Yeonseo without any lingering attachment, he changed direction in an instant.

The man’s shadow fell over Yeonseo. Even the shadow showed a stark difference in their physique. The dark stain was the first to lick Yeonseo’s skin and taste his front and back holes.

Tae Shinju, without any preamble, brought the tip of his glans to the concave hole. This time, it was bare skin without any barrier whatsoever. He did not put as much effort into the back hole as he did the vagina. If he was going to fuck a man anyway, wouldn’t it be important to feel that taste properly?

Beep beep beep, beep beep beep, beep beep beep…. The alarm, which had not been turned off, rings unusually loud.

Tae Shinju places a knee between Yeonseo’s legs and straightens his back. He grabs his wantonly spread legs by the back of the knees and once again presses them down toward the floor. Then, by grasping both his own glans and Yeonseo’s waist simultaneously, he finished his preparations to enter the new inner house.

“Park Yeonseo, do you know? The first time I ate you….”

The thought that he had finished preparing to rape him.

“Heut… Yeees…?”

“You were pretty.”

Along with the rather sweet and ticklish confession, the insertion began.

“……! Heu…!”

As was natural, Yeonseo held his breath. Like prey suppressed by a huge pressure.

It was a pressure that felt like he was about to die. He had felt the sensation of his body being penetrated during his first experience too. However, there was a stark difference in that he was forcibly piercing a passage that was not at all flexible.

“Kkht…… Ha.”

It seemed Tae Shinju was also experiencing the intense pressure, as his eyes stared fearsomely at a single point. His furrowed brow was so serious that it could not be called comfortable even with empty words.

Screech, s-t-r-e-t-c-h. The cock, which would be more aptly compared to a beast’s, slowly but steadily pierced the man’s insides. The method was to let the shaft sink in a little to make a path, and then pierce the den again. Thick sweat slid down Tae Shinju’s temple as he concentrated.

Then, when about half of the cock’s shaft was buried.

“Relax.”

A hook-like hand firmly fixes Yeonseo’s waist. He pulls out completely, leaving only the glans, and then thrusts in violently with a rebound.

“Heuaht! Ah! Euheung, heek, heu…!”

Yeonseo thrashed his arms and legs like a beast squirming as its torso was skewered. Similar to the mix of moans and screams, transparent pre-cum and yellow fluid spurted out alternately from his fully erect cock, pfft, psst.

The excessively thick meat-cock touched the entire inner wall no matter where or how it fucked. Because of that, even just inserting it with a pressing motion brushed past the prostate, causing extreme stimulation, while at the same time, the huge cock also pressed on his bladder, putting Yeonseo in a position where he unintentionally couldn’t even control his urine.

Following the path the cock moved in and out, the thin skin of his belly heaved. The one on top of Yeonseo could easily confirm how far his own cock was going in, and where it was hitting.

Tae Shinju pressed on the thin lower abdomen with his thumb and exclaimed in admiration.

“Haa… to think the asshole would be a cunt-pussy too….”

No, he had fully expected that even if this place was not as good as the front hole, it would be tight and delicious. He had become convinced of it again just by seeing the way he chewed on the rotor during the day.

It was just that Tae Shinju, in his own way, had been secretly discriminating, thinking that no matter how delicious the back hole was, it wouldn’t be on par with the front pussy. Even if it was Yeonseo’s back hole that he had diligently licked and sucked. It was the arrogant prejudice of a man who had no interest in the holes of a man.

Whether other people were like this, or whether Park Yeonseo was special, every single hole was soft and chewy.

Tae Shinju’s lower abdomen tensed on its own. He moves his hips in a large motion and charges forward, tearing through the excessively pressing inner walls.

“Ah! Ah, it huurts…aat! Hak!”

Yeonseo’s struggles intensified. The body that had only been passively receiving pleasure now squirmed this way and that to avoid the cock-cudgel. He tried to slow down the hip thrusts by squeezing Tae Shinju’s waist with his thighs, or pulling his ass back, or pushing his chest and grabbing his arm to signal him to stop.

The man on top of Yeonseo panted heavily. Far from slowing down or stopping his hip thrusts, he grabbed his pelvis with both hands and increased his speed. If before it was at the level of pounding the inner walls, now he was slamming into them, crushing the flesh walls.

“Heuek, it hurts, ah, it hurts, aaaah…!”

Unlike the lips that were letting out cries of pleasure, Yeonseo’s face was contorted in a deep frown. In such times, the thing to use as a basis for judgment was the cock.

Yeonseo’s male cock was standing erect and leaking fluid. In other words, it meant the stimulation was so intense that he felt pleasure through the pain.

Tae Shinju suddenly bent his upper body and licked Yeonseo’s lips. It bothered him that the lips that had been so moist were now dry. His skin was slick with feverish sweat, and his body scent had deepened along with the smell of cunt juice, yet only his lips were dry.

“Heup…!”

“Does it hurt?”

Thwack, splat. Plunge, plunge!

Even while asking the question, the triumphant cock advanced as if it would burst through all the intestines that blocked its path. It was an extremely violent insertion.

Thwack!

“Heuk….”

“Huh? Park Yeonseo, I asked if it hurts.”

“Ah, aaah…! Hak, euung, aeuk, heu… it hurts… it hurts….”

“Haha… does it hurt a lot? Yeonseo, heuu—, you keep saying it hurts, it hurts… but why do I…… keep hearing it as daddy?”

“Ak!”

Smack, smack. The sound of flesh slapping was loud. It was the sound of Tae Shinju’s balls hitting his perineum. He pushed in the remaining root part, about a finger’s length, all the way. He reaches beyond the deep inner flesh to a place that is not easily pierced. The narrow crevice of the colon squeezes the man’s cock like crazy.

The hole, stretched taut without a single gap, repeatedly revealed the shallow inner flesh to the outside according to the in-and-out movement of the cock, before putting it back. That’s how much the cock shaft and the flesh of the inner walls were stuck together. When Tae Shinju fucked him roughly, Yeonseo’s entire body shook. He was literally skewered on a cock-skewer and at the mercy of the cock.

Yeonseo turned his head to the side.

“S-stop… aheut! Ah, it hu…!”

“Yes, that’s right. It’s Yeonseo’s daddy….”

Tae Shinju, holding Yeonseo’s pelvis, raised his knees and waist. The slender body was forcibly angled and naturally contracted.

He moved his hands to the firm buttocks and smiled sweetly.

“Daddy’s… going to eat our Yeonseo’s back pussy, okay?”

Son, you keep saying it hurts. Daddy’s going to fuck his son’s pussy.

Having said it himself, Tae Shinju was incredibly excited. He thrust his cock into the lifted rear as he pleased. The pattern of pounding roughly, rotating slowly, and then shaking his hips with speed was tailored solely to himself.

“Haang! Euung, haa! Hoit, euu, hieut, ah! Aaaat!”

The cock that entered scraping his lower abdomen coincidentally brushed exactly against Yeonseo’s weak spot. On top of that, ‘Daddy’s’ cock had no consideration whatsoever, so Yeonseo’s whole body had to be wrung out by the sensation of his climax being dug at to the point of pain.

Yeonseo’s lower abdomen seemed to harden for a moment, and then his plump cock leaked seed. After frequent ejaculations, he barely managed to leak only very light fluid.

Because of the posture with his waist lifted at an angle, the cum flowed backward up Yeonseo’s stomach.

Thump, thump, thump, Tae Shinju let out a languid sigh while thoroughly smearing the now quite slick insides with his pre-cum.

“Looks like daddy’s cock tastes good… you’re just leaking cunt juice. In that case, daddy will cum in Yeonseo’s pussy too. You can’t cry even if you get pregnant, okay?”

Because Yeonseo came first while sucking daddy’s cock with his pussy, he added nonchalantly, and this time too, he suddenly lowered Yeonseo’s waist and flipped his body over just like that.

“Heueung!”

The inner walls twisted and then churned severely, and the movement of trying to return to their original position was transmitted to his cock in its entirety.

Tae Shinju’s eccentricities did not end there.

He pulled Yeonseo’s arms and made him press his back against his chest, and then finally grabbed the back of both his knees and lifted him up in a flash.

“Ah!”

Startled by the bizarre posture, Yeonseo flusteredly tried to grab onto something. But when he reached his hands forward, there was nothing to grab, and reaching back to grab Tae Shinju felt precarious.

Of course, among all that, the most precarious things were his feet that did not touch the ground and his genitals that were still impaled in his back hole.

In that state, Tae Shinju left the bed and headed for the vanity. The large mirror fully reflected Yeonseo’s pathetic figure with a cock in his hole.

“N-no…!”

It was a sight he couldn’t bear to look at with his eyes open. Yeonseo, determined not to see that image, closed his eyes and bowed his head.

“Hmm…. Yeonseo is a child who doesn’t listen, isn’t he? Will you open your eyes and receive my cum, or close your eyes and get pissed on.”

“……”

“No… would it be better for our Yeonseo to get pissed on and have his privates wiped with money? Get some allowance too.”

Beneath his closed eyelids, the rims of his eyes swelled red. It was the signal right before tears would burst forth.

Tae Shinju could be very affectionate, but he also knew how to threaten a person in a moment of carelessness. He knew that he acted high-handedly only when it came to sex, but at times like this, Yeonseo wanted to blame him a little.

He did not rush Yeonseo for an answer. Instead, he just persistently moved his meat-cock, rubbing the now considerably packed inner flesh of his asshole. It wasn’t a fast thrusting like before, but a movement as if slowly savoring the entire inner wall.

He placed Yeonseo’s feet on the vanity. Then, with his now free hands, he played with his breasts and pussy.

“Heut….”

Chime, the nipple rings he had briefly forgotten about in the midst of the insane insertion tightened around the buds. The swollen nipple buds tingled even when Tae Shinju just touched the mound of flesh around them.

The habit of blindly shrinking back was triggered without fail. However, the wall blocking his back happened to be Tae Shinju’s upper body, so it only resulted in stimulating him.

The other hand that had been digging at his clitoris suddenly fucked his pussy hole.

“Haeuk! Ah… hak, eut, eung, aaah!”

“Chewing on everything I give you… Hmm? To make this cunt-pussy welcome only daddy’s, is having a baby the answer after all? Our Yeonseo, do you want a younger sibling?”

“Aheut, aah, s-stop… it hurts, it hurts…!”

The body squatting on the vanity tilted slightly forward. It was something that happened because he had stretched his arms straight forward while writhing in a frenzy, intoxicated by pleasure. Because the distance to the mirror was close, Yeonseo unintentionally braced himself against the mirror with both hands. And then, he inadvertently opened his eyes and froze stiff.

Oh my god….

The image of himself he had so wanted to avoid was captured in the mirror. Moreover, once he faced it, he couldn’t turn his face away, as if he had met Medusa’s eyes.

Park Yeonseo in the mirror. The naked body, melted in pleasure with a man’s traces all over it…… was a whore itself.

Tae Shinju, pressing his cheek against Yeonseo’s temple, met the eyes of the Yeonseo in the mirror and whispered.

“How is it? The sight of Park Yeonseo receiving a man’s cock… it’s quite stimulating, isn’t it?”

He didn’t know about that, but at least one thing was certain. The dream he had been having for quite a while had disappeared without a trace, and his mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of the man.

Pervert, you bad man…!

Even if it was close to a curse.

Squelch, squish. He moved his hips slowly so the back hole wouldn’t close, then stretched out his long arm and pulled over a device he had placed next to the mirror. It was a machine-type dildo used by fixing it to a wall or the floor.

Without even a moment to stare blankly, Yeonseo flinched and recoiled.

“D-don’t tell me….”

“On second thought, I think this will be more fun. I prepared it just in case, and it seems like a good choice.”

Even without him saying it, he had a feeling what he was going to do with this. It was a change he would have never been able to guess just a few days ago.

In his great haste, Yeonseo grabbed Tae Shinju’s arm.

“P-please. I’ll keep my eyes open…. I’ll keep them open. J-just not this….”

“Hmm…. 200 million.”

Tae Shinju’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“If I just fuck you like this, it’s 100 million. If you let me use this, I’ll buy tonight for 200 million.”

“……”

“What will you do? You choose, Park Yeonseo.”

You’re telling me to choose…. For a debtor, if you ask them to choose with money on the line, there’s only one answer, isn’t there. The man probably gave him the choice because he knew that too, but Yeonseo had no choice but to think.