Non-Resistance Chapter 11

His head swayed in accordance with the man’s movements. Yeongin lifted his head with blurred vision and stared at Dogeon.

Please, stop….

Dogeon’s hand tightened at the expression that seemed to be screaming just that. The man, who had been shoving his sex organ in to the very root, rubbing against the mucosa again and again, held his alcohol glass with a satisfied expression.

“What are you doing? Not drinking?”

“I, I should.”

“Yeah, le, let’s toast…!”

The friends who had been making eye contact with Dogeon, who had looked up, awkwardly offered their glasses and drank, as if they hadn’t been watching the whole time. The man, who continued to shake Yeongin’s head with his hand throughout that, let out a long breath as he felt the mucosa tightening around his cock.

“Hrk, ah, hrk…!”

As the blunt sex organ struck the inside of his narrow throat, the thought that it might tear right through caused Yeongin to clench the fist he had placed on Dogeon’s thigh.

“Ugh, kuh-hrk, hck!”

It felt as if a fist were being slammed into his mouth. His jaw, stretched to its limit, began to throb. Saliva dripped down the length of the sex organ from Yeongin’s mouth. His entire mouth stung as if it had been scorched by fire, and the smell of the cock filled his mouth—no, it felt like it was vibrating all the way to his brain.

“Stick out your tongue and suck harder. Why? Are you playing coy again just because we’re in front of the others?”

“Kuh-heut, ugh…!”

“Good. You might be the next guest, so you have to look pretty.”

Dogeon, who was pressing his pubic hair against the tip of Yeongin’s nose and gripping his throat tightly, lowered his head toward Yeongin, who was letting tears stream down his cheeks, and spoke.

“Open your eyes.”

“Ugh, keu-uh, hck…”

“Before I shove my cock into your eye sockets, open them properly and smell the dick.”

He could neither breathe nor properly open his eyes. Every time he moved his throat, it felt as if the inside was completely covered in wounds, and tears fell. Yeongin, gasping for breath at the movement of the man continuing to jam his sex organ into that throat, lifted his eyelids.

Dogeon, meeting those clear brown eyes, shoved his sex organ into the deepest part and poured out his semen. Hot sexual fluid spilled over the sticky mucosa, and the area below Yeongin’s throat spasmed minutely.

“Kuh, heu-uh, cough, cough! Keu, hut, heu-ut….”

The penis that had been roughly ravaging his mouth pulled out. Yeongin urgently gasped for air, but because the semen remained tangled and caught in the mucosa, a fit of choking coughs erupted.

“Cough, heu-ut, cough…!”

The face covered in dripping tears and saliva was clearly a mess, but the thoroughly disheveled appearance was a turn-on. Someone who had been watching Yeongin, forgetting even to breathe, pulled out a tissue and offered it to him.

Startled for a moment by the large hand coming toward him, Yeongin was then pushed into position by Dogeon—who had been watching him—as the man slid his hands under Yeongin’s armpits and seated him on his own thighs.

“Ah, hut…. No, ugh…!”

Startled by the hand that went straight inside his skirt, Yeongin hugged the man’s neck. Dogeon, burying his face in the nape of Yeongin’s neck, licked the salty skin—perhaps sweating from the tension—and nibbled on the shell of his ear.

“Hi, ugh, ah…!”

“You need to hug me tighter in the front so your dick doesn’t show.”

“Hua, hut….”

“If you get caught doing that, I don’t know, Mister.”

Dogeon whispered into his twitching ear and pushed his panties to the side; the pussy meat still felt warm and soft. Inserting a finger into the hole that clung stickily, he traced the vaginal walls in a circular motion.

“Ah, heu-ut….”

Reflexively, he tightened his lower muscles, but the man’s fingers continued to tease between his legs. Tracing between the folds with his fingertips, he pushed in one more finger and rubbed the vaginal walls harder.

“Hut, ah, ah-ugh…!”

Yeongin bit his lip and let out thin, ragged breaths. That delicate breath tickled Dogeon’s ear. Perhaps because the man’s hands were so large, it felt as if the inside was completely full with just two fingers. As the thick knuckles scraped down the wrinkled vaginal walls, his tightly clenched lips parted.

“Ah, hut!”

A louder sound than intended escaped him, but Dogeon’s hand—rubbing his clitoris with his thumb held up—was faster than any attempt to cover his mouth. Ha-ut, ung, sweet groans leaked out. Fearing his pussy might be seen by others, Yeongin tensed his buttocks and desperately clung to Dogeon’s neck.

His body grew hotter and hotter from the touch that chose and rubbed only the most sensitive spots. Yeongin, biting his lip and swallowing saliva, felt his waist losing its composure little by little as he unknowingly swayed his hips back and forth.

“Does it feel good to have your pussy poked?”

“Heu-up, ung, ugh…!”

“Does it feel good?”

The pussy juice flowing from his pussy ran down the man’s wrist. Dogeon, taking in the sight of the drool-covered mouth parted open, sneered. He stood his fingertips up and rubbed the hot vaginal walls wildly. He scraped the inside like a hook, digging his nails into the point where Yeongin felt the most.

“Ung, ha-eu. Ang!”

His limp waist trembled violently in Dogeon’s arms. Yeongin rubbed his pussy while having it poked by the man’s hand. Every time the hard bone of the knuckles pressed against his clitoris, an electric pleasure spread through him. Before he knew it, Yeongin was swaying his body according to instinct, enough to make his skirt flutter.

“You slutty bitch. You think having your pussy poked is more important than anyone watching, don’t you?”

“Eu-heu, heung, ung…!”

“Why can’t you keep your butt still? Do you want to show off your pussy to the kids while you’re at it?”

The man, who had slid his large hand inside the thoroughly disheveled and parted blouse, asked as he stroked the bare line of his spine. The focus returned slightly to Yeongin, who had been gasping with hazy, half-opened eyes.

“Ah, hrk, no, no…!”

“Wasn’t it because you wanted to show off that you have a pussy that you acted like this?”

“No, hrk, no it’s not…”

Heu-ut, Yeongin inhaled, his hands trembling as he hugged Dogeon’s waist. He pressed his body close as if begging him not to pull away, burying his face in the man’s chest. The sweet scent of his body, combined with the faint smell of sweat, made him even more aroused. Dogeon, rubbing his face against his own chest, felt his stomach tighten at the hole biting down on his fingers.

“I only want to, with you, heu-eun, do it. I only want to do it with you, don’t show anyone. Dogeon….”

“Ha, fuck…”

As if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he buried his face in Yeongin’s nape and took a long breath. The lewd scent filled his lungs. Dogeon, baring his teeth, gnawed hard on the firm, delicate skin.

“Hut, ah, it hurts, ugh….”

Even while pushing his shoulders away saying it hurt, Yeongin’s lower body began to tighten even more. As he shoved his fingers deeper and shook his wrist rapidly, Yeongin’s pupils began to dilate.

He scratched lengthily with his fingernails at the spots that elicited groans whenever touched, and rubbed the small clitoris rapidly with his palm.

“Ha-eung, ah! Fee, feels good, ha-ut…!”

The lewd moans grew in volume little by little. It was as if he had completely forgotten the fact that other people were watching. As if performing a rhythm, Yeongin’s pussy heaved, deliciously swallowing Dogeon’s fingers. Yeongin, busy chewing and swallowing with his pussy juice pouring out in gushes, let out panting breaths.

“I called you a slut, a slut. You’re acting like a real slut.”

“A-ung, ung….”

Dogeon, who had been gripping the buttocks of Yeongin—who was leaking juice with his pupils completely dilated—gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to lay him down on the sofa while rubbing his fully erect sex organ against Yeongin’s buttocks, he noticed several pairs of eyes on Yeongin and stood up with an annoyed expression.

“Hi, ugh, eu-ung!”

Yeongin groaned as the pussy meat clung lengthily to the fingers that were suddenly withdrawn. Dogeon, gripping the juicy, twitching buttocks so hard it felt like they might burst, said in a growling voice.

“If you don’t want to be fucked right here, hold onto me properly.”

“Eu, eu-ung…!”

As Yeongin nodded his head rapidly, the area under his chin glistened with saliva dripping from his mouth. Dogeon, who had sucked up all the saliva by sticking out his tongue, headed toward the bedroom, leaving behind his friends who were smacking their lips in regret.

“Ugh, heung…!”

The soft mattress touched Yeongin’s back as he entered Dogeon’s room. At the movement of his thighs being spread wide, Yeongin’s blurred gaze turned toward Dogeon.

The man, who had already settled between his legs, was smearing pussy juice onto his glans. The tip, rubbing against the pussy made slippery by the sexual fluid, was radiating intense heat.

“Ah, heu….”

He knew a greater pleasure, and Dogeon’s behavior of only rubbing his clitoris over and over made him feel like he was going to go crazy with impatience. His mouth was parched dry, and his buttocks, lying with his thighs spread open, drew dimples as he tensed them.

Puck, puck, as he moved his pussy hole, the pussy juice wet his vulva along the cleft.