The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 8.4

The unimaginable sense of fear surpassed all limits.

“Sob, hng.”

Sssshhh… Yeonseo, with Tae Shinju standing in front of him, ended up pissing himself.

That’s when Tae Shinju moved.

Thud. He placed his hardened glans back onto the wet, glistening pussy hole. The snake’s tail hurriedly covered Yeonseo’s clit and pressed its pointed end against the vaginal opening. The tail and the cock. Both were poised as if at a starting line.

The snake’s head, as dreaded, engulfed Yeonseo’s nipple. It was the trigger that opened his body.

“Hnng…!”

A torturous caress that scraped even the clit.

With no intention of letting go, Yeonseo could only cry. Wailing, he could only sob pitifully.

For a moment, the rough scales invaded the fleshy walls. The snake’s head turned downward. It brushed once against the erect male cock before lingering around the pubic area where the tail was embedded.

Yeonseo, crumpled in the chair and crying, flailed his calves. Hic, hii. He writhed in terror, trying to shake off the snake, but it was futile.

“Tae, Tae Shinju!”

“Haa… Hmm?”

The man, intoxicated by the taste of pussy and dripping with cock juice, leaned down. He nibbled on the tear-soaked cheeks, planting kisses everywhere he touched.

“This, this thing…!”

“Oh… The snake bastard?”

Tae Shinju grabbed the tail and yanked it out roughly.

“Haa!”

Yeonseo, his inner walls scraped, tensed his body and squirted pussy juice. Before he could fully relax, his pupils dilated.

“Aa…!”

The empty gap in the hole. A round head slithered into the red-hot inner walls. Unlike a human cock that thrusts in and out, it kept going in relentlessly.

“Ugh!”

Finally, Yeonseo covered his mouth, retching. Sss, sss. The sensation of it passing the womb’s walls and lightly piercing the baby house sent chills through him.

It felt like an eternity had passed.

In a panic, Yeonseo looked down at his stomach. His belly, having fully taken in the snake’s body, churned. The writhing shape was visible to the naked eye.

“Tae, Tae Shin, Tae Shinju.”

“Now, now, no need to be scared. Look at me. Give me your arms—there we go.”

Tae Shinju lifted the pale Yeonseo and laid him on the bed.

“Park Yeonseo.”

Then, chuckling, his attempt at soothing sounded like this.

“Shall we keep going until you really make a baby?”

“Shall we keep going until you really make a baby?”

It was the moment Tae Shinju was grinding his cock’s base into the spread pussy.

Thrust!

At the instant it pierced the womb, Yeonseo’s eyes snapped open. The loosened passage tightly gripped the man, and a lightning-like pleasure overwhelmed Yeonseo.

Thrust, thrust. Slap, smack!

“Haang!”

“Woke up at the mention of impregnation, huh?”

Tae Shinju straightened his prone body, pulling Yeonseo’s arms back. Holding the body that clung to his pecs, he deliberately pierced the forbidden depths of the womb, repeating the assault countless times.

Knowing it would make Yeonseo panic.

All just to see his crying face.

“…!”

Thus, he finally poured thick seed into that place.

“Haa, ha…”

Yeonseo, completely exhausted from receiving the semen, went limp. The sex continued in both dream and reality, blurring the boundary between them. The lower hole was beyond numb, now feeling only pleasure akin to pain.

How… how did it come to this?

He was conscious, but that was all. Without thought, he absorbed the sensations the man poured into him like an idiot.

A hand pinched and rolled the red, swollen nipple.

As if his appetite had shifted, the man easily turned Yeonseo and engulfed his breast flesh. He sucked hard, as if to draw milk from the nipple and areola, biting deeply into the surrounding flesh.

A throaty whimper escaped Yeonseo reflexively. But with no strength left to push back, he let the man, twice as robust as him, forcibly take his breast. The mischievous lips and sturdy teeth gently sucked the nipple before switching to gnawing and chewing with force.

“Yeonseo Mommy.”

The man, obsessed with the male breast, suddenly called out to Yeonseo. He kneaded the plump buttocks, chuckling.

“Or, since you’ve got a cock, Daddy?”

“Aa!”

“Whatever. I was thinking while Yeonseo was jerking off alone to my pussy-fucking. It got me curious.”

“Mmn, hng…!”

No more… I can’t take any more. His throat was hoarse and raw, but why… why doesn’t this man ever tire?

As Yeonseo’s vision flickered, Tae Shinju kept talking. His eyes had been curved into a vivid smile for a while.

“Think about it, Yeonseo. If I feed your pussy my cum for a whole month, will you get pregnant or not?”

…A month? A whole month? No, pregnant?

Realizing his words late, Yeonseo trembled. His jaw even convulsed. Already unsettled by the disturbing dream, reality was no different.

Instinctively, he backed away hesitantly. Of course, his ankle was grabbed the moment he tried.

Tae Shinju leaned toward Yeonseo. His eyes, closely inspected, were pitch black, glinting with an eerie light.

Biting Yeonseo’s ankle, he whispered languidly.

“If you really bear a child… I’ll buy your pussy, Yeonseo?”

For life.

🕷️

Back then, he honestly thought it was a joke.

Talk of pregnancy, pouring semen for a month—it sounded like the usual lewd remarks, spurred by the heat of the moment… or so he thought.

Smooch. Smack. Slurp.

“Mmn…”

Yeonseo snapped back to consciousness, feeling a tickle in his lower body.

His head was heavy. His body was even heavier, barely able to move a finger. If he kept his eyes closed, he’d fall back asleep as if he’d never woken.

He didn’t know what day it was or how much time had passed since then.

Just a dreamy feeling…

Hearing the sound of flesh colliding, he sank into sleep, only to be forcibly woken from death-like slumber by his body shaking.

Before, closing and opening his eyes would change the scene, but lately, no matter how many times he fainted and woke, it remained the same.

The sex never stopped.

“Hng…”

Smack, slurp, smooch.

A chilling pleasure coursed through his body. The massive man was devouring Yeonseo, sucking both front and back holes.

His throat was long hoarse and raw. His body, far from resisting, had no strength left and only trembled faintly.

Every part of his body creaked, protesting its limits, but one thing was an exception: his nerves. The more the man touched, the sharper his senses became, melting at even the lightest touch.

Tae Shinju, perhaps thinking Yeonseo was still asleep, freely sucked the pussy. Spreading the pussy flesh and hole wide, he rubbed with his nose and lips, teasing the vaginal and anal openings with his tongue before suddenly penetrating to taste the inner flesh. The leisurely yet smooth flow was clearly not the work of a novice.

Only when the hole was thoroughly wet with saliva did he lift his face. Then, spreading the pussy flesh himself, he entered the narrow passage.

“Hoo…”

The heavy cock slowly traced up the passage, stimulating the baby house. For someone Fucking a pussy whether the partner was awake or not, the movement was remarkably gentle.

“Feels good…”

Yeonseo thought in his hazy mind. It felt good. The thrilling chills were so good, it felt like his body would melt.

He was fine with melting.

Indeed, among all the sex he’d experienced, this was one of the gentlest penetrations. Of course, the intense, mind-numbing sex was good too, but the shallow, rhythmic waves, pressing the seam firmly, circling the hips…

“…!”

“Guh.”

The cock’s skin touched the entire inner wall, sending chills, and a near-climactic pleasure lingered long.

Yeonseo lowered his eyelids, rubbing the back of his head against the sheets. Clenching the man with his pussy, receiving pleasure from the same man, had become all too familiar.

Sweat beaded again on his once-dry skin. He instinctively swayed his hips to the man’s thrusts. It was a feeble movement, but it succeeded in drawing a groan from Tae Shinju.

A low, deep moan.

“Ah… He’s feeling it… inside me.”

He continued, changing positions multiple times. After a while, he came in the deepest, most secret part.

Yeonseo, with his lower body angled in the air, received the seed and fainted.

When would the “baby-making experiment” end…? With that intractable question conceived deep in his belly.

“I have unavoidable business, so I’ll be out for a bit. It won’t take long.”

Whether fortunate or unfortunate, Tae Shinju left before the month was up.

When Yeonseo came to, it was just before the new year.

“Hmm…?”

Enjoying the sunlight in the living room for a change, Yeonseo reluctantly got up and headed to the bathroom. After locking the door and pulling down his pants and underwear, as expected, sticky discharge stained the crotch where nothing should have been.

“Mmn… Didn’t he wash it all?”

How awkward…

Since he was half-awake when Tae Shinju washed him, Yeonseo didn’t think he’d deliberately left fluids. The man wasn’t one to leave things ambiguous—either wash thoroughly or not at all.

No, if he hadn’t washed carefully, wouldn’t the discharge have appeared sooner?

It had been hours since Tae Shinju left. Sitting curled up in the sunlight, a sudden gush, like when pussy juice burst, hit him.

Yeonseo first took off his panties and placed them on the sink. He wanted to clean the messy part first.

“I can handle this much myself, right?”

Dirty or clean, washing was always Tae Shinju’s task. Perhaps as part of the “experiment,” he hadn’t put a chastity belt or nipple rings on Yeonseo before leaving. For the first time in a while, Yeonseo was alone, completely bare.

“Ugh…”

He’d felt it when Tae Shinju washed him earlier, but the overused entrance stung. Beyond the sensation of being perpetually stretched, even the shower’s water felt painfully sharp. The excessive sex had clearly taken a toll.

After somehow cleaning below, he wrapped the underwear in tissue and threw it in the trash. He’d initially planned to wash and dry it, but after closely inspecting the discharge, he was consumed with the urge to hide it.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t semen. But it wasn’t pussy juice either, as the texture was different. Above all, the transparent, sticky substance was mixed with an unidentifiable reddish tint.

“What is it?”

Yeonseo rummaged through Tae Shinju’s dresser drawer and changed into new underwear. Apart from the special ones chosen for humiliation, the ordinary underwear was all one color and style.

White cotton panties that properly covered the buttocks.

When carrying two dildos, with their tips protruding about an inch, stable underwear that securely wrapped the hips was reassuring. Tae Shinju seemed to know this and had switched the underwear accordingly.

After pulling up his pants, it was as if nothing had happened. A perfect crime.

Thump, thump, thump. Yeonseo tried to soothe his wildly pounding heart.

Was it the tension? A sudden wave of drowsiness hit. Yeonseo had no reason to resist. He crawled into Tae Shinju’s spot and closed his eyes.

“I hope he goes a bit easier today…”

Wishing fervently, Yeonseo also hoped Tae Shinju wouldn’t notice. A single pair of ordinary underwear missing.

Tae Shinju truly didn’t notice.

He’d hoped for that, but when it actually happened, Yeonseo was at a loss, his heart pounding wildly. They say only seasoned liars lie well, and it didn’t suit him at all. So, when Tae Shinju returned and immediately pressed their bodies together, Yeonseo followed meekly.

If that was good news, the bad news came the next day.

Again. The underwear was wet again.

“What… why is this happening?”

Checking the underwear in the bathroom again, Yeonseo was going crazy. Even his physical condition was off. If yesterday it was just the pussy that stung, today his chest felt strangely tight.

If it were just a squeezing near the heart or overall chest heaviness, that would be better. It was odd that his breasts felt swollen, as if someone was squeezing them, and his nipples, swelling on their own, ached sharply.

The discharge was the same as the day before. Transparent and sticky.

This time, disposing of the underwear itself was tricky. Thinking “it’s just two pairs” for reassurance wasn’t enough, as Tae Shinju was a sharply perceptive man.

“Should I tell him my body feels strange?”

It was likely just a side effect of the sex…

That’s when it happened.

“What are you doing?”

“Ah…”

Tae Shinju, who’d been out, stood at the bathroom threshold. Yeonseo’s heart dropped. He was back much faster than yesterday.

Too startled, Yeonseo reflexively hid the underwear behind his back. Then, flustered, he gauged the man’s reaction. He should’ve handed it over right away—what a mistake.

“N-no, I wasn’t trying to hide it…”

“What’s worth hiding?”

A long arm swiftly reached out and snatched the underwear. The crotch Yeonseo had tried to conceal was fully exposed.

Yeonseo hung his head. He’d thought he was beyond embarrassment, but the shame made him want to disappear right then.

Oblivious to his feelings, a pleasant laugh sounded above his head.

“What’s this… What did you do to make this mess? Wet dream or something?”

So lively.

Tae Shinju chuckled. Wrapping his arms around the hunched shoulders, he pulled Yeonseo into his embrace, nibbling on his flushed ears.

“Haa… Did you fuck me in your dream? Tell me. No matter how I look, it’s more like pussy juice than cum.”

“Hng…”

Yeonseo tried to shake his head but lowered it instead. If he misunderstood it like that, it was a relief.

“I came because you didn’t answer the phone. I was going to punish you if it was a trivial reason, but… for this, I’ll let it slide. When you think about it, Yeonseo’s the bigger pervert.”

Suddenly, he was labeled more perverted than the pervert.

There was no stopping his face from contorting into a grimace. Tae Shinju kissed both of Yeonseo’s cheeks and washed his crotch himself.

The shower naturally led to petting and sex.

“Relax.”

“Mmn…!”

With both legs lifted, he was penetrated, then moved around like a beast in that state.

—Knowing Yeonseo fucks me even in dreams, I can’t just sit still, can I?

That was his excuse.

Clothes weren’t needed. Underwear was pointless too. Tae Shinju started using his cock as a pussy plug, keeping it inserted not just during sex but even while moving around. When aroused, it transitioned to sex.

Yeonseo was flustered but endured stoically. The first and second days were bearable. Instead of keeping his body open all day, the frequency and intensity of actual sex dropped significantly, making it possible.

Exactly three days.

On the third day, tears welled up. His thighs and entire body ached. While being carried by him as usual, Yeonseo burst into tears.

“My thighs hurt?”

But, as always, Tae Shinju wasn’t easy. When Yeonseo said his thighs hurt, he simply adjusted his hold to avoid spreading his legs.

“Hng…!”

He turned Yeonseo to face forward, like holding a small animal or baby, and penetrated. To him, it was just a shift from missionary to doggy style, no big deal.

To Yeonseo, it was a big deal.

Being held with thighs pressed together inevitably exposed the seam blatantly. It was like advertising the cock stuffed in his pussy.

Just a few minutes. In the few minutes from the bedroom to the living room, Yeonseo trembled, fearing he’d run into someone. Cold sweat broke out, and his held knees ached.

“I-I was wrong. Please… hold me like before…”

He reached down, desperately trying to cover the seam.

Tae Shinju clicked his tongue.

“Look at this… Acting like a baby mommy and ordering people around now?”

His tone suggested he was offended.

“Aa!”

The man took Yeonseo to the mirror and tormented him in that position until he squirted pussy juice.

With no escape, as his flesh was pounded, Yeonseo shed tears along with the pussy juice.

Pussy house.

That expression was accurate. He was, quite literally, Tae Shinju’s pussy house. It had always been this way, but never had the term felt so real as it did these days.

This realization only deepened his questions.

“Does Tae Shinju really want to see a child from me?”

Why? For what reason? Even if he were to bear a child, it would bring no benefit to Tae Shinju. It might even be a blemish.

No matter how positively he considered it, there was no gain for Tae Shinju.

He was someone who would one day marry a respectable wife and build a family. No, if he wanted, he could marry and start a family right now. He could have a child too. Not from a half-freak like Yeonseo, but from a complete woman, in a “normal” way.

Pregnancy as the subject of a curiosity-driven experiment was excessive. It was something that could potentially bind the rest of his life.

Of course, Tae Shinju held the power, money, and authority to experiment on someone’s body out of mere curiosity. It was no different from turning Yeonseo’s body from front to back at his pleas.

Even if Yeonseo bore a child, it would be his future that became uncertain, not Tae Shinju’s.

Moreover, Tae Shinju had many options. If Yeonseo chose to raise the child, Tae Shinju would likely not register it in the family registry but would provide enough support for Yeonseo and the child to live comfortably. If Yeonseo chose not to raise it, he could simply find someone else to do so.

In short, it was a problem that could be easily solved with just money, among his power, wealth, and authority.

Yeonseo didn’t know Tae Shinju’s true intentions. Tae Shinju was a master who issued orders and notifications, not a partner who shared his inner thoughts, so Yeonseo could only stay vigilant, trying to glean even the slightest hint of his perverse employer’s intentions.

One thing was clear: obsession.

Tae Shinju was excessively obsessive. It was the busy year-end period, yet his attendance at work was lower than before. Including the days he spent locked in the bedroom with Yeonseo, he had been casually going to and from work, wasting quite a bit of time. It was uncharacteristic of him.

“The man who used to leave me to move on my own and handle business…”

Is this experiment that important?

—If I feed your pussy my cum for a whole month, will you get pregnant or not?

“Or is he trying to keep his word? The one-month period… wait. Why specifically a month?”

Pondering deeply, Yeonseo soon came up with a plausible answer.

“Is it related to the 2.5 billion won debt I still owe?”

One hundred million won a day.

Subtracting the days he rested and the days when sex was less intense, did Tae Shinju calculate that about a month remained?

Yeonseo hadn’t calculated exactly how much of his debt was left. He might have in the beginning, but as Tae Shinju kept staying by his side, he forgot to keep track.

The time spent with him was good. Debt or no debt, he genuinely enjoyed his time with Tae Shinju. Knowing he was Hyung made it even better.

“A month…”

In any case, this month was a period of intensified sex.

From that perspective, Tae Shinju’s behavior suggested he was absolutely, desperately determined to get Yeonseo pregnant, like a crazed stud.

“Or… is he preparing to have a child together…?”

He knew it was a foolish assumption. That couldn’t be it.

Still, Yeonseo remembered what he had said. If he got pregnant, Tae Shinju would buy…

For life.

In other words, it could be interpreted as a promise to take responsibility in some way.

Setting all that aside, Yeonseo was purely curious. Was his body so desirable that Tae Shinju would waste an entire month, or did he, even slightly, feel something for Yeonseo…

“Good, ah…”

“What?”

The man, pounding the soft buttocks, hurriedly spread his arms. He caught the collapsing body and held it close.

Yeonseo surrendered completely to the comforting embrace. The warm body heat transferred through his back and genitals. The living warmth of a person was astonishingly hot and vibrant.

If a miracle truly happened and he could bear his child, it didn’t seem so bad.

Was it a childish thought, born of ignorance?

Perhaps.

But he didn’t dwell on it seriously. For now, drowsiness overwhelmed him. It had been getting worse lately, this constant urge to sleep. It wasn’t just a typical post-sex side effect.

“Park Yeonseo?”

“Yes…”

“Are you sleeping right now?”

Tae Shinju gently shook Yeonseo, who was nestled in his arms. When the pliant body swayed, the long cock naturally withdrew and thrust back in with a thud.

“Ugh…”

“What did you do?”

His tone was incredulous.

“Mmn… S-sorry…”

I’m so sleepy.

Unconsciously, Yeonseo rubbed the back of his head against the man’s shoulder. His consciousness flickered. It must be because the embrace holding him was too comfortable.

“…Yeonseo… Hey, Park Yeonseo?”

Tae Shinju called out to Yeonseo. Unfortunately, Yeonseo’s recharged stamina ended there.

“What kind of stamina…”

Sorry… Moving his lips with difficulty, Yeonseo dove into the familiar world of sleep.

🕷️

“Hmm…”

Tae Shinju stared at the phone, which, as expected, went to voicemail.

Park Yeonseo wasn’t answering.

If it was once or twice, he might have thought he missed it, but not answering all day made no sense. The Park Yeonseo Tae Shinju knew wouldn’t ignore missed calls and would at least leave a message explaining why.

“Is he that tired?”

He had pushed him a bit hard. Skipping work to focus on their physical connection, it was a miracle Yeonseo’s slender body hadn’t broken. In fact, as days passed, he fainted faster and slept longer. Tae Shinju had even started working again out of boredom.

Though he lived buried in company affairs, he had never had grand ambitions for business, then or now. If Park Yeonseo had held up better, he’d still be locked in the bedroom, holding that body.

Thinking of that soft skin, saliva pooled instantly.

Shouldn’t he be a bit tired of it by now, after all this? In truth, the one-month period was a gamble for Tae Shinju too. He wondered if fucking until he was sick of it would make him lose interest in Park Yeonseo. Since he was already immersed, he was determined to focus fully.

So this time, he focused on thrusting relentlessly, whether Yeonseo fainted or not. He’d planned it that way, so even if Yeonseo couldn’t handle it, it wouldn’t be a big issue.

The result was unexpected.

There was still more than half a month left. Yet, the thirst grew stronger, and when Park Yeonseo was quiet, it wasn’t fun.

Yes, it wasn’t fun.

It wasn’t about getting tired of sex. The way Yeonseo squirmed, swayed his hips, whimpered, or pushed back was cute, but fucking a limp body alone wasn’t as enjoyable as before. The pussy taste was as tight as ever. There was no issue with tasting and cumming. But the more he did, the more he felt the absence of something.

Mine. My possession.

“Park Yeonseo is mine.”

At some point, Tae Shinju had naturally seen Yeonseo as his possession. Even if the debt tying them disappeared, he was confident he could maintain this relationship.

Nothing would change.

So there was no need to feel this thirst, yet why…

“….”

Tap, tap.

The man, tapping the desk with his index finger, pulled up the CCTV feed on the monitor. He scanned the mansion’s interior indifferently. The person he sought was nowhere to be seen. That left one answer.

He dialed somewhere again.

[Call answered.]

“Check what he’s doing. He’s probably in the bedroom.”

The only place in the mansion without CCTV was Tae Shinju’s bedroom.

[Please wait a moment.]

The housekeeper, staying at the mansion at this hour, responded politely.

Tae Shinju sank deep into his chair. But soon, he sprang up and stood by the window. Even a brief pause felt too long.

The open view did nothing to ease his restless mind.

Finally, a response came.

[He’s sleeping.]

“…Sleeping?”

He almost told them to wake him but hesitated. It was past four in the afternoon. Yesterday, feeling Yeonseo had reached his limit, he’d mostly just petted him and stopped short of full sex.

“Something’s off.”

Rubbing his chin, he asked.

“Has he been sleeping all day?”

[Yes. He skipped meals too.]

“Hmm… Understood. Don’t wake him, let him be.”

[What about cleaning the master room?]

“No need to worry about it.”

He could change the sheets with traces of their intimacy himself.

The call ended quickly. Tae Shinju left work and headed straight to the bedroom. The absence of the usual greeter felt oddly empty.

The dim bedroom. Yeonseo was wrapped in blankets, sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world. By chance or on purpose, in “Tae Shinju’s spot.”

Soft, soft.

At the sound of his steady breathing, Tae Shinju instinctively moved quietly. Like a massive feline predator, he approached silently and settled by Yeonseo’s bedside.

“…Peaceful.”

The long, lush eyelashes rested neatly on his face. Seeing him sleep so serenely, Tae Shinju couldn’t help but think something so unlike himself.

An almost innocent, carefree air. Though he’d deliberately built this house, it felt like entering the safest cradle in the world.

“He even sleeps like me.”

How could he scold him for sleeping so long? An absurd chuckle escaped him.

Then, Yeonseo’s eyes fluttered open slightly. Blinking multiple times, his focus unclear.

Tae Shinju brushed the soft cheek with the back of his hand.

“Did I wake you?”

His skin was warm with a slight fever. A sleepy voice mumbled.

“No… I need to get up, but I keep falling asleep… Is it evening already?”

“No. I came because I was worried you weren’t answering the phone.”

“Mmn… Sorry.”

Intending to touch only the soft lips, he habitually grazed the tongue. When he withdrew his fingers, Yeonseo tried to sit up unsteadily.

“No need to get up. You can sleep more.”

Tae Shinju pushed the half-raised body back down. He tossed off his suit jacket carelessly and climbed onto the opposite side of Yeonseo.

Lying at an angle, he pulled Yeonseo, blankets and all, into his arms. Yeonseo wriggled and hugged Tae Shinju’s waist in return. It was a welcome change.

The one inwardly complaining about Yeonseo sleeping too much had vanished. Tae Shinju held Yeonseo like a tender lover and whispered softly.

“Aren’t you hungry? I heard you skipped meals.”

“Mm… I’m fine.”

Barely awake, Yeonseo’s voice was heavy with sleep.

Tae Shinju, feeling oddly reluctant, toyed with his small ear. It was a side effect, in a way. Having been inseparable for so long, when Yeonseo slept for long periods, it felt like they were apart even when together.

He wanted to play a bit more.

“Don’t you have something to ask me?”

“Huh…? Oh… Did Tae Shinju eat…?”

“I haven’t either. I starved myself to eat you as soon as I got back.”

Chomp, he bit the ear he’d been toying with. Yeonseo, relaxed and defenseless, flinched.

“Startled?”

“A… a little…”

“I won’t do anything today, so relax. I’ll just pet you.”

As if keeping his promise, a large hand slipped under the blankets, gently gripping Yeonseo’s buttocks without causing pain.

“This much is okay, right?”

“Yes…”

The body under the blankets was bare, without even underwear. The soft skin fit perfectly in his grasp. The man placed his thumb on the parted flesh, watching Yeonseo’s face. It would be troublesome if he fainted from just touching.

“Park Yeonseo.”

“…Yes.”

With a soft sound, a finger parted the pussy flesh.

The shameless hand paused as soon as it touched the inner flesh.

“Can I ask something?”

Yeonseo gave a faint moan of consent. Tae Shinju pressed his thumb near the vaginal opening, rubbing slowly, then pulled his hand out from the blankets. Behind Yeonseo’s line of sight, he rubbed his thumb and index finger together, pulling them apart. Sticky mucus stretched between his fingers.

Not semen, nor pussy juice.

“What… is it?”

Yeonseo, his face now flushed red, asked back. Tae Shinju met his eyes, acting as if it were nothing.

“If a child is conceived, would you want to give birth?”

The lingering drowsiness dissipated. Yeonseo looked at the man with clearer eyes and nodded slowly.

“…Yes. I want… a family.”

Because I have no one left now.

Did he catch the unspoken thought? Yeonseo didn’t know. Unable to read Tae Shinju’s expression, he gauged his reaction.

“Will he tell me to stop?”

Now, of all times?

He felt anxious. Though he’d thought stopping was the right thing, a part of him hoped Tae Shinju would continue as is, torn by conflicting emotions.

“Okay.”

The man answered lightly. It was a casual agreement that made Yeonseo’s worries seem unnecessary.

Seeing him smile with curved eyes, Yeonseo felt relieved. It’s okay to give birth. It’s okay to make “my family.” With Tae Shinju’s… Hyung’s child.

Thud.

When had he undone his pants? The heavy, hot tip tapped the soft, tender flesh. It rubbed from the pussy hole to the pearl, gently pressing the vaginal opening.

It was a familiar process for Yeonseo. Having taken cock more often than food, the moment the glans touched, his body went limp. As if waiting for that moment, the dark red glans parted his body with a squelch.

“Ugh…”

The unprepared insides tightly gripped the intruder. The slippery mucus prevented injury, but the pressure was intense.

Lying on his side, one leg raised like a dog. Tae Shinju hooked Yeonseo’s leg over his waist, pressing their seam tightly together.

“Hoo… Stay still. Relax. I’ll just keep it in like this. It feels good. Come on… lean on me.”

He pulled Yeonseo’s bare waist close, as if peeling away the outer layer. He even patted the squirming back.

“Hng, haa…”

“Here, this much is okay, right? While we’re at it, savor the taste of the baby daddy’s cock.”

Baby daddy.

Yeonseo’s insides warmed at the playful term Tae Shinju added. He hadn’t expected to be called “baby daddy,” not a lover or employer. Strictly speaking, as a semen provider, “baby daddy” was more accurate than lover…

The hand moving between his curved lower back and plump buttocks gradually widened its stroking range. It toyed with the smooth thighs, flawless in contour, then moved to the pink areola, kneading it gently.

“Tch, there… mmn…”

Not stopping there, it teased the slit in the areola, deliberately stimulating the hidden nipple.

For Yeonseo, his breasts and pussy were practically interconnected organs. Even without thrusting, the hole pulsed, eagerly clenching the cock.

The cock, already hard upon entry, grew even larger inside Yeonseo. Flowing with juices akin to pussy fluid, the tightness of insertion vanished completely.

Even Yeonseo was certain of his state, yet surprisingly, Tae Shinju didn’t wield his cock. As promised, he kept it nestled in the pussy house, only touching Yeonseo.

Instead, Yeonseo was the one twitching his hips. The soaked vaginal walls bit at the fleshy cock, straining to pull it deeper into the womb. It was shameless, as if daring to call it pussy work, behavior fitting a whore.

Thirst surged.

Even devouring the man daily, the satisfaction didn’t last long for Yeonseo either.

He had grown accustomed to him. To Tae Shinju’s embrace, touch, warmth, gaze, the cock and cum that filled his walls to bursting, the pulse… the sensation of pounding sensitive spots, everything. He was addicted to it all.

Waking up, he missed him. Not just his heart but his body craved him. The pussy flesh quivered, the hole gaped on its own.

Tae Shinju, who had always reacted calmly even when washing him, raised one corner of his mouth crookedly.