Non-Resistance Chapter 10

Trembling, Yeongin quickly moved his hands to deposit the money for Yeongwoo’s hospital bills, then curled his body up, wiping the tears that streamed down his cheeks.

Now that he had taken the money, he truly had to sell his body to Dogeon from now on. Recalling his first time having sex with him, Yeongin bit his inner cheek hard and squeezed his eyes shut.

Even if it was scary and hard, he had to overcome it all from now on. If only to save his younger sibling.

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Huff, huff…

Yeongin returned home after finishing his morning part-time job, both hands carrying shopping bags. He had bought exactly what the mannequin was wearing in his rush, and he worried whether it would suit him.

“How… am I supposed to wear this?”

He turned the skirt around, looking for where the zipper was. His heart grew heavy as he looked down at the sheer, flowy fabric. Lifting his head to scan the items he had bought, he decided, without time to hesitate as 6 o’clock approached, to start by changing his clothes first.

He finally found the zipper, put on the skirt, donned a blouse he had never worn before, and even placed the long-haired wig on his head. Startled by his own reflection, Yeongin bowed his head deeply, his lips trembling.

“Haah…”

To think he’d end up dressing in women’s clothing. Applying lotion to his face haphazardly, Yeongin put on his sneakers, grateful that he had a hairless constitution and thus no stubble to worry about. The sneakers didn’t seem to match the flowy outfit, but he hadn’t been able to prepare shoes.

With little time left, Yeongin headed outside. The weather was still bitter, and he shrank into himself as he headed toward the bus stop.

Afraid of being seen, Yeongin hid his face behind the long hair, flinching in surprise whenever he felt the gaze of another person.

What if someone recognizes me? Or what if they think I’m a pervert for cross-dressing? Without a second of relief, Yeongin headed toward Dogeon’s house, and upon arriving, let out a nervous breath before pressing the doorbell.

Ding-dong—.

No matter how many times he pressed the bell, no one came to the door. Did I get the time wrong? Just as the cowardly thought crossed his mind that he hoped they would just tell him to go home, the door swung open, and a man with an unfamiliar face appeared.

Yeongin, who had been blinking his wide, round eyes, realized he was dressed in women’s clothes, held his breath, and bowed his head low.

“Who? That’s a face I haven’t seen before.”

It wasn’t just the man in front of him; loud music and raucous chatter could be heard from inside, as if a party were happening. Yeongin instinctively stepped back, his lips parting.

“Ah, did you come to meet Han Dogeon?”

As Yeongin nodded at the question directed at him and was about to part his lips to say he would come back later—

“What are you doing? Now that you’re here, why aren’t you coming in?”

Dogeon’s voice rang out from a distance. Yeongin straightened his head toward the sound, made eye contact with the man who was scanning him from top to bottom, and his eyelids fluttered minutely.

He had thought Dogeon made him dress this way to mock him, but there was no laughter on Dogeon’s face. If anything, his eyes were a bit scary. Yeongin, who had swallowed hard without realizing it, stood frozen, until the man in front of him grabbed his wrist.

“Not coming in?”

“Ah…!”

As Yeongin flinched in surprise, the man burst into laughter and bowed his head.

“Cute. How old are you?”

“Park Hyeong-seo.”

As Hyeong-seo leaned in to show interest in Yeongin, Dogeon called the man’s name from right behind him in a chilling voice. Hyeong-seo wore a subtle expression for a moment before raising both hands, twisting his lips into a smirk as if this were unexpected.

“What. Was she your girlfriend?”

“Ha, fuck, who’s a girlfriend?”

“Hmm, then a ‘something’?”

Hyeong-seo, looking back and forth between Yeongin and Dogeon with interest, saw the way Dogeon’s expression soured and pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile. Offended by his friend’s laughter, Dogeon grabbed the wrist of Yeongin, who had been trembling like a wet puppy since a while ago, and said:

“Girlfriend, my ass—I just called for a hole to fuck.”

Dogeon wrapped an arm around Yeongin’s waist, looked down at them looking quite suited, and smirked.

Yeongin’s face turned bright red. He felt suffocated, wondering how the other man would see him after hearing Dogeon’s words. Dogeon leaned his face close to the ear of Yeongin, who was keeping his gaze lowered, staring only at his own feet.

“Looking pretty, aren’t you? Did you wear the underwear I told you to, too?”

Speaking in a voice low enough that only Yeongin could hear, he stared at the face that had turned pale in an instant and dragged Yeongin by the wrist.

Dogeon took him into the living room, ignored his friends who asked who he was, and sat Yeongin down next to him.

“Drink.”

“I, I can’t drink…”

At Dogeon’s coercive words, Yeongin received the glass with trembling hands. Since he had fallen asleep without any memory after drinking once at twenty, he hadn’t touched alcohol.

And now he was being told to drink a strong liquor that looked potent at a glance. Yeongin’s pupils, looking down at the glass Dogeon had handed him, squeezed shut over the yellow liquid.

“Ugh… cough, hut.”

Something scorching flowed down his throat. Yeongin coughed at the sharp, bitter taste. Seeing Yeongin struggling, the man sitting across from him poured him some water and said to Dogeon:

“Hey, take better care of her. Didn’t you call her here? Isn’t this a bit too indifferent?”

“Yeah, Han Dogeon. Feed her some snacks or something.”

The men, their faces reddened from being somewhat drunk, laughed among themselves as they said this to Dogeon. As the attention turned toward him, Yeongin bowed his head lower and lower. It was fortunate that the long-haired wig covered more than half of his face.

“You’re right. I was being indifferent. I should’ve let her suck my cock.”

At that moment, Dogeon set his glass down with a thud. Yeongin, his toes twitching, placed his hands on his thighs and pressed his lips together.

“What are you doing? If you came to suck my cock, you should suck it.”

Silence flowed through the house. Even though the music had been playing loudly enough to burst their eardrums, the air turned so cold that it felt as if not a single sound remained.

“Take your cock out and suck it, you fucking slut.”

Yeongin let out a faint moan as a hand gripped his thigh hard, then raised his head. Gasping at the face that was staring at him intensely, appearing angry, he went down. Yeongin crawled between the legs spread wide and felt the gazes directed at him.

He hesitated for a moment before stretching out his hand, then brought his face to the crotch. Just as Yeongin put effort into his lips and used his teeth to pull the zipper down, Dogeon spoke:

“Just as expected of a slut, she doesn’t mind it at all.”

“Ugh, heu…”

“Swallow more. You need to clench your cock with your throat.”

Dogeon pulled Yeongin’s hair and picked up his glass.

“What is everyone doing? Not drinking.”

“Ah, uh, uh…”

The men swallowed dryly, stealing glances at Yeongin’s back while clinking their glasses with the one Dogeon offered.

Yeongin, catching the man’s scent between his legs, rubbed his face against him more forcefully to undo the buttons. Haah, hak. It was hard enough to make his tongue ache, but perhaps because it was the second time, he felt he had a knack for it now compared to the first.

Sneering at himself, he used his teeth to pull down the pants and pushed the exposed cock into his mouth. He tasted something salty on the tip of his tongue. He wetted the shaft with his tongue and pushed his head forward slowly.

Bulge—his cheeks rose, and Yeongin, wrapping his palm around the remaining length of the shaft, slid it up and down. Haah. Force went into the hand pulling his hair, and the glans that had been poking his cheeks began to press harder against his uvula little by little.

“Kkeu-ut…”

A faint moan leaked through his parted lips, and by now, the gazes of the men sitting across from Dogeon had reached Yeongin.

“Kkeu-ut, heu-ut…”

“Don’t slack off; swallow more. You’ve tried putting it in all the way before.”

Whether it was Han Dogeon, who had nonchalantly ordered him to suck his cock, or Yeongin, who was following the order, it all seemed so natural that no one could say a word. Furthermore, the face that was visible from time to time as he moved his head felt strangely evocative.

“Ugh, hic…”

Everyone swallowed dryly at the atmosphere emanating from Yeongin, who was letting out moans with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. Before long, the attention was focused entirely on the two.

“Kkeu-hut, ugh, uck…”

The member, which had been forcing its way in and piercing his throat, rummaged through the membranes before quickly slipping back out of his mouth. Each time, the mucous membranes pushed by the shaft rubbed against it, making the inside of his throat hot. It stung and hurt as if he had been burned.

“Ugh, ugh…”