Midday Guest Chapter 66

Yiwon twisted his body and trembled violently. He couldn’t regain his senses amidst the pouring pleasure. His body convulsed on its own, and his inner walls contracted at will. He felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn’t stop.

“You shouldn’t tighten any more than this.”

“Hngh, ugh….”

Even if he said he shouldn’t, there was nothing Yiwon could do. As Cha Seokjoo continued his thrusting, strength kept flowing into his buttocks. Every time he tried to relax his muscles to do something about it, he ended up collapsing just as he was. He was out of control.

Every time Cha Seokjoo thrust upward, a fountain erupted into the air. He was swept away by a climax, his face flushed as if it would explode from the unfamiliar act. He couldn’t think of anything.

“Ah, it’s so, hng, good….”

“Yeah, it looks that way.”

“…What do I… ugh.”

At the same time, deep wrinkles formed on Cha Seokjoo’s brow. He, who had been pushing his body in with all his might, tried to pull out. Yiwon grabbed onto that Cha Seokjoo. He didn’t want him to move away.

“Ah, wait a second.”

“Why.”

If he thought about it, Cha Seokjoo always pulled his cock out right before the climax. He would pull his glistening, wet penis out onto Yiwon’s waist and rub it with his hand, or place it on his groin and rub it, or wedge it between his thighs and rub it. Recalling that side of him, Yiwon impulsively parted his lips.

“Yo, you can just do it.”

“…….”

“You don’t have to do it outside….”

For a moment, Cha Seokjoo murmured with an expressionless face while stroking Yiwon’s thigh.

“It would have been better if you had pleaded for me not to cum inside.”

Yiwon blinked at the incomprehensible words. While he steadied his breathing and waited for the words to follow, Cha Seokjoo used his weight to press down and cover Yiwon’s body.

“Making it so I’d want to have about three kids with you.”

“…Pardon?”

“Pinning you down so you can’t go anywhere, just so I can keep fucking you.”

“Ah, ahh… wait, wait a second….”

“Yeah, lift your waist.”

As soon as Yiwon lifted his buttocks high, Cha Seokjoo made their bodies interlock even deeper. As soon as their groins slapped together, a hot stream shot out. The thick, viscous liquid scraped the inner walls and was shot deep into the furthest reaches.

“Hng, ugh… uuugh!”

Cha Seokjoo continued his thrusting in that state. He didn’t stop until the space between Yiwon’s buttocks turned bright red and white foam bubbled up over it.

Yiwon’s body shook here and there. When it became impossible to thrust properly because of that, Cha Seokjoo wrapped his arms behind Yiwon’s back and pulled him into a firm embrace.

The moment Yiwon’s waist was lifted slightly toward the sky, the heavy pounding began. Every time the dark red cock ransacked its way out of the narrow gap, the rugged veins bulged and then subsided.

He couldn’t endure it any longer. Yiwon shivered at the terrifying sensation covering his whole body, letting out sounds as they spilled from his mouth.

“…Ah, aah, aah…!”

His tailbone rang with a zing, and semen dripped between his buttocks. The bed, which was already a mess with the semen and water Yiwon had spurted, became even sloppier and clung heavily.

The thrusting, which had continued at a maddening speed, gradually slowed down, and Yiwon collapsed from exhaustion. Cha Seokjoo’s lips descended upon Yiwon’s lips, as Yiwon lay there unable to even open his eyes, only exhaling.

In the meantime, slow insertions were still continuing. His lower half, covered in saliva and semen, was accepting the infinitely deep insertions without much trouble.

The tongue licked Yiwon’s lips and swept over his teeth. It felt like receiving praise following a session of intense sex, making his body feel ticklish.

As Yiwon closed his eyes and savored his touch, he felt something strange and stiffened his body. The feeling of the inner walls, which were sensitive and flushed to the limit, being pushed aside was similar to the sensation he felt during insertion.

The infinitely slow thrusting picked up speed again. Splat, squelch. The sound of wet skin frictioning began to get faster and faster.

“…Ah.”

His body, which had reached a climax once, heated up instantly and greedily sucked in and embraced the large cock.

“Hng, ah….”

A sharp sensation sprang up along his spine. At the same time the hardened glans rubbed the inner wall with a zueuk, zeuk, transparent water shot out from the tip of Yiwon’s glans with a pit.

“Ah, hngh, it’s good… more, uugh… ugh!”

Cha Seokjoo brushed back Yiwon’s hair and pressed his lips to his forehead. Yiwon, who was spurting so much that the sheets were soaked, bit his lip hard before letting out a scream.

At the same time as the sound of flesh hitting his wet buttocks occurred, Yiwon’s penis became drenched again.

“Ah, ah….”

Creeak, creeak—the bed shook noisily. Yiwon flailed his hands while being shoved toward the headboard by the force of Cha Seokjoo’s waist movements.

There was nowhere to run. He accepted the cock charging at him while his body was completely crumpled. Both Yiwon and the bed were struggling, pinned beneath him.

“…Ugh, ah, no, wait….”

A strange sound came from the bed, which was gradually being pushed to the side.

Crack, a noise like something splitting occurred, and then with a tremendous vibration, the bed collapsed.

“…Augh!”

Due to the impact of the fall, Cha Seokjoo’s penis dug deep into Yiwon’s body. Yiwon pressed his arms against the mattress, his eyes rolling back as he spurted streams of transparent water.

Before the heat could even fade, he lifted his head. Did an earthquake happen? This is the 123rd floor, how do we evacuate if there’s an earthquake…. When he looked up, something was strange. The headboard was much higher than usual, and even the frame surrounding the mattress had surged upward.

Did the ground give way…. Yiwon, who was scanning his surroundings with eyes flushed red, let out a sharp breath.

“…It broke.”

“…….”

“The bed….”

Cha Seokjoo, who was quietly looking around, also let out a sigh mixed with a laugh as if it was absurd.

“Who does it… to the point that the bed breaks!”

“I’m right here, yeah.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“Weren’t you just rolling your eyes back asking for more because it was so good?”

“I clearly said ‘wait’ too.”

Yiwon thumped Cha Seokjoo’s shoulder with his fists. Cha Seokjoo, who took all the randomly flying punches, grinned and brought his body close.

“Shh, be a good boy. Stick your tongue out.”

“No, let’s really stop now.”

“Since it’s already collapsed, let’s do it properly once more.”

“…What are you talking about, seriously. Then what was everything we did until now, ah, ah-up….”

Cha Seokjoo interlaced his fingers with Yiwon’s and pressed him down onto the bed. Heat still remained in their palms, where the burn scars were.

On the bed, in the bathroom, and back in the bedroom again. Yiwon, who was trying to count how many times they had fucked, just gave up on everything and closed his eyes. His head was dizzy, so he couldn’t continue his thoughts.

Instead, he lay on his side and fully enjoyed the body heat he felt from behind. He liked the feeling of being in contact with the warm body, so he intentionally tossed and turned. Every time he did, the arm reaching over from behind would stroke his chest, and that feeling was so good.

While he was wiggling and rubbing his toes together, the hand gradually moved down. After passing his navel and lower abdomen, the hand covered his smooth penis and rolled the round balls in his palm.

Yiwon tried to turn his body as if pretending to sleep, but then let out a low breath and pressed his knees together.

“…Director.”

“I wondered how long you were going to pretend to sleep.”

“If, if you keep touching it like that, it’ll get big.”

“Then do it again.”

“…I’ll really die.”

“That would be a bit of a problem.”

Cha Seokjoo let out a laugh. He laughed while fumbling with Yiwon’s cock with his hand marked by burn scars.

“I can’t seem to take my hand off it.”

“…You’re like a pervert Mister.”

“I guess the baby doesn’t know the taste of a pervert Mister yet.”

The hand kept heading downward. Yiwon gave up on pushing him away now and went limp, yielding his naked body. He wasn’t the type of person to pull away just because he was told not to, anyway.

While they were sharing body heat like that with their bodies pressed together, he fell asleep for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, a cell phone ringtone was echoing in the bedroom.

Cha Seokjoo had his eyes closed, and Yiwon reached out his arm to check the phone. It was a call from Oh Taesik looking for Cha Seokjoo.

“Director.”

“…….”

“You have a call.”

Cha Seokjoo didn’t answer. Yiwon, who had been staring at him quietly, put the phone down. The phone, which had been ringing noisily, finally became quiet after vibrating a few times.

Yiwon closed his eyes again. At the moment he was about to fall back into sleep, the cell phone ringtone rang once more. This time it was Yiwon’s phone. When he reached out his arm, it was likewise Oh Taesik.

“…Uh.”

At the small sound Yiwon let out, Cha Seokjoo sat up.

“Who is it?”

“Mister Oh Taesik.”

“Why is he calling you?”

“…I’m not sure either.”

His gaze became strange. Just like someone who got caught doing something bad.

“He doesn’t usually contact me. Today is the first time.”

“But he’s calling at this hour?”

He felt a bit wronged. In the meantime, the ringtone continued to ring. At this point, it was certain that something urgent had happened. While he was thinking that, Cha Seokjoo suddenly grabbed Yiwon’s phone and answered the call.

— Hey, Little Boss.

“What is it.”

— …Wha, what the. Why do I hear the CEO’s voice? I called the Little Boss’s phone.

Hello? Ah, ah. While Oh Taesik was dazed, Cha Seokjoo’s brow gradually furrowed.

— Who is this? Isn’t that the Little Boss’s cell phone?

As Yiwon reached out his hand to take the phone, Cha Seokjoo blocked him from doing so.

“Why are you calling this way?”

— …Huh? Is it truly you, Director?

“Of course it is.”

— Why do you have the Little Boss’s phone….