The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 7.3

“Did something… bad happen?”

“Hmm… If you want to get technical, it’s good news, I suppose. I went to see Tae Hyunwoong today.”

“Tae, Tae Hyunwoong?”

The way he played with Yeonseo’s cock changed. From kneading it like dough, he shifted to gently stroking the half-erect shaft, rubbing the tip and the urethra as if masturbating him.

“Ugh…”

A shiver ran down Yeonseo’s spine. Lying flat on the bed, he writhed his hips unconsciously. Though he had never used his cock like this before, his hips moved on their own, craving pleasure.

It was a bit surprising. While Tae Shinju didn’t exactly despise Yeonseo’s cock, even occasionally sucking it like a rare treat, his primary interest was usually Yeonseo’s holes.

“You’d be shocked if you knew what I did today.”

“Hnng! Ugh, haa…!”

The firm, fully erect cock glistened with precum. Yeonseo’s flat stomach lifted into the air, trembling, and his hips ground against the sheets.

His toes curled instinctively. As he squirmed with his knees raised, the sensation of climax built, and Yeonseo habitually held his breath.

At that moment, Tae Shinju’s movements stopped abruptly.

“Hnng…?”

He was on the verge of climax. Yeonseo’s hazy gaze searched for the man.

Tae Shinju, having completely let go of Yeonseo’s cock, pulled the case closer with his left hand.

“Since it’s your first time, we should start with the basics, right?”

‘Start with the basics?’

The tone suggesting there were stages made Yeonseo tense up instantly. The chastity device that had plugged his holes was a stage in itself, as were the nipple clamps. They started with light plugs and rings, gradually escalating.

What Tae Shinju picked up was the rod positioned on the far left. On closer inspection, it had a slight curve in the middle, forming a subtle arc. The tip was rounded like a dot.

It felt ominous.

He vaguely sensed its purpose, but his subconscious seemed to be blocking him from fully grasping it, as if urging him not to realize.

Tae Shinju held Yeonseo’s cock with his right hand, aligning the rod with the tip of the urethra. The ominous feeling was confirmed.

Yeonseo frantically sat up, grabbing Tae Shinju’s shoulders.

“Tae, Tae Shinju, sir…!”

“Don’t move. This is part of your punishment.”

“Punishment…?”

Even as he mumbled hesitantly, Tae Shinju’s hand didn’t stop.

“…Ah!”

It hurts…!

A cold rod pushed into the hole that had only ever expelled, never received.

“Ah, ah… what do I, what do I do?”

“Look at me.”

“Hnng, aaah…”

“Look this way, Park Yeonseo.”

Tae Shinju commanded. Yeonseo struggled to lift his face, finally meeting the eyes of the man who had become his live-in partner. His eyes looked upward, but his nerves were entirely focused below, on the rod mercilessly stretching the narrow passage, advancing endlessly.

Tae Shinju looked amused. Like earlier, when he smiled boyishly, he was enjoying tormenting Yeonseo.

“This will help with your toilet training.”

“Ugh… hnng, I-I’m sorry.”

Yeonseo pleaded desperately. He clung to the man’s neck, kissing his cheeks and jawline wherever he could reach. He tried everything to summon the man who had said, I’m getting soft-hearted.

It backfired.

“You’re getting cheeky because I’ve been too lenient.”

Thrust!

“Aaah!”

The long rod forcefully jabbed somewhere deep in his urethra. Was it a thrill or agony? A sharp, raw, unrefined sensation crashed down like violence.

I’m scared…

As Yeonseo instinctively tried to cling to the man, Tae Shinju shook off his slender frame onto the bed. Grabbing Yeonseo’s thighs, he fiercely spanked the space between his front and back holes.

Slap!

“Hnng…!”

The momentary flinch from the pain was brief. The dildos plugging both holes were roughly pulled out. Over the newly freed holes, another round of spanking landed.

“Ah…! Ugh, hnng!”

“Where, do you, get off, playing, tricks, during, punishment.”

Each punctuated word was accompanied by a harsh slap, striking evenly across the front hole, back hole, balls, cock, and the perineum in between. In crude terms, it felt like his holes were being torn apart.

“I’m s-sorry— ugh, ah!”

Yeonseo lay on his back, trembling violently on the bed. It had been a while. As Tae Shinju had said, they’d mostly had sex without spanking for some time, so the blows felt excruciatingly painful.

It hurt, yet his body was heating up.

“Haaang!”

His holes swelled red and pulsed. Under the man’s palm, they writhed, drooling, and heated up as if warming up from the inside.

Tae Shinju lifted Yeonseo’s sweater and placed it between his lips.

“Bite it. If you let go, you’ll be punished twice as hard.”

Yeonseo bit down hard on the hem of the sweater. Pire. He didn’t care if the fabric got ruined, shaking his head vigorously while clenching it with his teeth.

“If you endure, I’ll give you a reward.”

He planted soft kisses on Yeonseo’s smooth chest. Brushing his tongue over the pink nipple, he grabbed the rod inserted into the tip of Yeonseo’s cock.

“Ah. This news might be a reward in itself.”

“Hnng!”

“Tae Hyunwoong is probably castrated by now.”

What?

Yeonseo’s jaw dropped.

Rendering his resolve meaningless, Yeonseo let go of the sweater. The news was so bizarre and shocking. Even as Tae Shinju subtly touched his front hole, Yeonseo couldn’t snap out of it.

“I specifically broke his cock so he wouldn’t touch Park Yeonseo. But…”

He furrowed his brows.

“You keep earning punishment.”

“…Ah.”

A beat late, Yeonseo noticed the sweater. The hem, having slipped from his lips, rested near his chin.

“This won’t do. While we’re at it, let’s disinfect too.”

“D-Disinfect?”

“Since you touched something dirty, don’t we need to disinfect?”

It felt ominous. Yeonseo hurriedly grabbed the sweater and bit it. The man chuckled lowly.

“No need to worry too much. Would I really harm Park Yeonseo?”

“Ah!”

As if proving his words, Tae Shinju buried his face in Yeonseo’s front hole. Parting the lips, he plunged his tongue into the wet hole. The insides, which had been aching with emptiness, eagerly welcomed the flesh.

Tae Shinju didn’t stop there, thrusting two fingers deeply into the back hole. Knowing exactly where Yeonseo melted, he pressed and rubbed that spot with force.

“Hnng, ugh! Haaang, ugh, hnng!”

Yeonseo arched his taut neck. His cock, painfully erect from earlier, ached. His body, trained to climax from rear stimulation alone, was Tae Shinju’s creation. But unlike before, the rod blocking his urethra prevented release, letting the pleasure pool heavily.

“Remember this. From now on, you only cum when I say you can.”

“Hnng! Haa, ugh, hnng!”

The hand stroking his bursting cock was torturous. Yeonseo clutched the sheets. The pristine new bedding was miserably crumpled.

“Ah, hnng, aaah! Hah! Hnng…!”

Was it wrong to get erect? The man’s relentless thrusting of the rod and simultaneous inner stimulation drove him mad.

Yeonseo thrashed wildly. No matter how he twisted his hips or pulled back, the frustration wouldn’t subside. The pleasure hurt. His entire body tingled, as if it might break.

“Huff, hnng, p-please… ahh!”

Slurp, slurp. Suck! Tae Shinju ignored Yeonseo’s pleas, sucking his front hole. Swallowing the pooled juices and rubbing the swollen pearl, even more liquid gushed out. The musky scent was fragrant. This was the ocean.

He devoured the front hole with his tongue, lips, and throat, uncaring of the juices smearing his face. Tae Shinju was simply swimming in the sea. Just as it was natural for a juicer to produce juice, it was natural for his face to get wet while swimming in the sea.

The fingers probing the back hole increased to four. Yeonseo clutched his lower abdomen. The holes were so stretched he feared his stomach might tear. Despite countless encounters with a cock much thicker than fingers, the terror was just as intense.

“Ugh, s-stop, haa! Ah! Aah, ahh, aaah!”

Thud, thud, thud, thud! Yeonseo screamed at the aggressive thrusts. It was the signal of climax. His arched body convulsed finely at the peak.

“With your cock hole plugged, you’re going dry?”

Tae Shinju, engrossed in his fishing, let out a hollow laugh. Even he found it absurd. He knew Yeonseo was sensitive, but to actually climax internally?

The plump cock, still holding the rod, stood upright, flushed red with blood.

Hesitation was brief. Tae Shinju began thrusting earnestly into the panting, unfocused body.

Yeonseo’s light brown eyes widened.

“……!”

The gloved right hand was no different. The smooth latex texture, not rough fingerprints, scraped and pressed his insides.

Tae Shinju shook his hand as if flicking off water. The hole, swallowing over half his palm, stretched smooth and gushed juices.

“Haaang! Ugh, hnng, ugh, haaa!”

Fresh from climax, the lingering sensation remained. Yeonseo unknowingly pushed Tae Shinju’s shoulder with his feet. Unaware of his actions, instinct drove him to resist while succumbing to intense pleasure.

“Hold it.”

Maybe I’ll pull out now. Tae Shinju, shaking the pink cock with his free hand, guided Yeonseo’s hand to grip the shaft himself.

“Hnng, haaang, b-bad, ahh!”

The curse that slipped from Yeonseo gripped Tae Shinju. It was like a hammer to the side of his head. So aroused, he even withdrew the hand probing the back hole.

“What? Bad? Say it again.”

Unfortunately, Yeonseo was too far gone, panting in distress, seemingly deaf to Tae Shinju’s words.

‘Guess this isn’t needed anymore.’

Tae Shinju removed the glove, but not before licking the juice-soaked part. The liquid was precious, but he relinquished it for something more important.

Fingering a hole is all about the feel of the hand.

He repositioned Yeonseo’s legs over his shoulders and spread the back hole. All fingers except the thumb nestled deep inside the fleshy walls. Tracing the bumpy, winding inner walls with his fingertips, the juicy hole clamped down as if to crush him.

The chewy texture of the front hole. Saliva pooled in his mouth, his nape tingling.

“No wonder you’re so good at seducing men…”

“Hnng, haa! Ah, ah…!”

Thud, squish. Thud, slap.

The wide palm struck deeply, intensifying the inner tremors. The musky scent stung his nose. It was a smell that drove Tae Shinju wild.

Park Yeonseo, Park Yeonseo…

The swollen, red eyes were those of a beautiful courtesan.

My discovery, my pearl.

‘This is it.’

Satisfied as if returning home, he relished the grainy texture of the front hole and the pervasive musky scent.

Tae Shinju hooked his last finger at the entrance, smirking wickedly.

“Yeonseo, curse me. This bad guy… is going to disinfect your clean hole.”

Silent penetration followed.

“……!”

A choking pressure.

Like the first time Tae Shinju pierced him, Yeonseo couldn’t breathe.

Yeonseo froze. A fist… a hand was inside him. His mind went blank. There were no lips to share breath this time.

‘…That’s the punishment.’

The current situation—left alone without a kiss—felt like punishment to Yeonseo.

Tears welled in his clear eyes. He felt abandoned, like a discarded child.

“…Haa!”

Then, thud, the fist suddenly retreated, only to slam back in, crushing his insides. Yeonseo reflexively gasped for air.

The man had been waiting for this moment.

“Haha… damn, Park Yeonseo… this is too much.”

A feral laugh signaled the start. The fist, replacing the cock, pounded the back hole into mush.

“Hnng, ugh, hah! Huff, ugh, haaang!”

The solid back of the hand, the knuckles, the thick wrist, and veined forearm pierced Yeonseo’s core. The back hole, recognizing the fist as a sex organ, gushed juices, struggling to accommodate the foreign object smoothly. It was no different from when his front hole was ravaged against the man’s face.

Tae Shinju scraped, rubbed, and pounded the fleshy walls inside Yeonseo, kneading them recklessly.

“Haaang! Ahh, hnng!”

Yeonseo’s body jolted as if he might faint. He thrashed his pierced lower body, pulling his hips and thrusting his pelvis into the air. Hidden between the reddish breast mounds, unerect nipples peeked out. Tae Shinju, savoring the front hole, burned with frustration at not biting the breasts.

“Fuck…”

Thud!

“……!”

Yeonseo convulsed, arching tightly at the unwarranted outburst. It was his limit. The roughly stimulated inner walls signaled another climax.

Tae Shinju gritted his teeth, setting aside Yeonseo’s chest for later. He hadn’t forgotten his original purpose.

“Park Yeonseo. You’d better remember this. You only cum when I permit it.”

With the warning, Tae Shinju struck with his fist. Removing the rod from the urethra, he swallowed the swollen tip in one gulp.

“Cum.”

“Aaaah!”

Spurt, spurt. Finally, the semen shot out, flooding Tae Shinju’s throat. It was closer to clear liquid than proper semen. Even after he released the cock, it dribbled, squirt, squirt.

The convulsions didn’t stop. Yeonseo’s legs were now strangling Tae Shinju’s neck, his gaping lips giving him a dazed look.

Having cleanly sucked Yeonseo’s cock, Tae Shinju parted the front hole and drank its juices. He’d been dying to taste the soaked front hole while fingering the back.

“Haa… haaang…”

Even after gushing, Yeonseo suffered dry orgasms for a while.

Tae Shinju bit and sucked the trembling body, pulling his hand from the back hole. His hand was a mess with Yeonseo’s juices. He roughly licked the worst parts, then belatedly removed his pants. His cock, bulging to its limit, radiated heat.

He rubbed the red-hot tip from the front hole to the balls. It was amusing that he’d neglected his own cock while focusing on fisting.

Pressing the tip and thrusting his hips, the soft hole opened, welcoming his cock. It was as hot and tight as the back hole.

“Hoo…”

Thud, smack, thud!

Tae Shinju hit the womb in one go. Usually, he’d test the waters before going all in, but today was different. The drenched front hole and juice-smeared hand gripping Yeonseo’s slim waist kept his arousal from fading.

The bulging stomach with each thrust. The taut waist pushing out trembling breasts.

“Fuck…”

He was losing it. Saliva pooled again. Tae Shinju leaned down, sucking the coveted breast.

“Hnng, haa, aaah!”

“Pushing out your balls for a man to suck. This is a breast hole, isn’t it? How’s this a normal man’s chest?”

Under intense pressure, the hidden nipple hardened. Sucked and bitten so often, it now rose faster than before.

“Hnng, haa, ahh! It h-hurts, haa!”

“Stop whining.”

Slap!

“Hnng!”

Punishment for whining.

He spanked the breast after the front hole. The skin clung to his hand, making it satisfying to hit. He’d never thought he had a taste for spanking, but Park Yeonseo drew it out, for better or worse.

He devoured the plump mound that formed a breast when squeezed. The sweet scent was potent, not musky but pure. A breast made for a man to suck.

Like a madman, he bit and chewed the flesh. The other side was no different. Yeonseo’s pained moans were sweet. The flesh around his cock melted, and Tae Shinju felt the urge to be preserved in it forever.

“Haa… what the hell.”

This is ridiculous. What is this?

“Hey, Park Yeonseo, what are you?”

He knew it was an inappropriate question now. Thud, thud, thud! Easily piercing the womb, he pressed his stomach against Yeonseo’s front hole, his coarse pubic hair scraping the delicate wings.

Yeonseo, lost in focus and moaning, turned his head toward Tae Shinju. His lips moved as if to reply, but no sound came. Still, Tae Shinju read his lips.

Park, Yeonseo.

“Huh.”

He asked what he was, and he said Park Yeonseo.

‘Fair enough.’

A man with nothing but dust and poverty. Perhaps Tae Shinju knew more about Park Yeonseo than he did himself. The thought was satisfying yet left an unresolved unease.

Why did he keep wanting to keep him close? They say fragile things are born beautiful—is that the logic? If so, is everyone irresistibly drawn to ‘fragile beauty’?

Was the desire to break and possess him merely a natural instinct, or was there another reason? Tae Shinju suddenly grew curious.

A question more precious than sex had sprouted.

“Haaang!”

The courtesan moaned nasally. Tae Shinju responded with the sound of grinding against his front hole, chuckling lowly.

The night was long, so he could take his time to think.

The long, long night was just beginning.