Non-Resistance Chapter 14

With a curse of “fuck,” he pulled his sex organ out of Yeongin’s mouth and struck his soft cheek with his hard, erect cock. Yeongin, squinting his eyes as if he’d been slapped, was forced to lift his body by the force dragging his arm.

“Ah, hut…!”

Yeongin, who had collapsed onto the bed, held his breath as he felt the hand instantly come up behind him and spread his buttocks. His rear opening, facing a new stimulus, was flaring and trembling minutely. Recalling the pleasure he felt as soon as his own hand touched it, Yeongin felt the hard glans pressing against his hole.

“Ah, ugh…. Ah, it hurts…”

As his slender fingers gripped the white sheets tightly, his fingernails turned pale. It was painful, as if the sex organ, forcibly digging into his tight hole, was splitting his body in half.

“Ugh, ugh…”

The sex organ pounding mercilessly against his inner walls, as if hammering into the hole, hurt as if he might die. Watching Yeongin, who was gripping the sheets with a terrified face, wondering if he had already torn, Dogeon took his hand and made him touch his behind, saying:

“It didn’t tear.”

“Heu, heu….”

“You’re biting down on it greedily, saying it’s delicious.”

Truly, upon looking at the hand he had brought back, there was some white, unidentified sexual fluid on it, but no blood. It was when Yeongin’s eyes were visibly relieved and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thump! The man, colliding his crotch against the plump buttocks as if they would shatter, grasped Yeongin’s chest while shaking his waist roughly.

“I guess you’re born to receive a man’s cock. You say your back-pussy is a virgin, yet you eat it so greedily.”

“Ah, ugh, ugh, it hurts…!”

“Hoo, or did you lie to boost your body’s price?”

At the cruel touch that squeezed his chest as if to tear it off, the corners of Yeongin’s eyes turned red once again. Every time he felt the inner walls tightening even more tightly below, Dogeon tilted his head back toward the ceiling and let out a long breath.

“I should just tear your pussy apart, you slut.”

“A-ah, no, please. Ha-ut!”

As the inner walls tightened around the cock as if to burst it, the man sank his teeth into Yeongin’s shoulder. Argh! The moment Yeongin’s painful moan burst out and his lower muscles went limp, he inserted the sex organ to the very end of the shaft.

“Ah, ugh, ugh, stop, it hurts, hi-eu…!”

It hurt—it hurt so much he felt like he would lose his mind. Unlike his pussy, his rear opening, which couldn’t moisten on its own, felt raw, as if thousands of blades were scraping it every time the man’s sex organ moved.

“Heu-rk, ut, Dogeon, ple-heu, ugh.”

Tsk. Clicking his tongue at the voice gasping as if it were dying, the man moved his hand down to rub his clitoris. Then, he moved his waist, poking at the pussy—which had already received his cock once and was dripping with semen—with his wet fingers.

“Eu, hut, eu….”

Though he felt lightning-like pleasure from the front, the tight foreign sensation filling his behind did not disappear.

“Hoo-rk, ugh!”

It was when he was struggling to accept the sex organ, focusing as much as possible on the pleasure felt in the front.

“Heu, ah…!”

The tip of the sex organ, raised high above his rear opening, pressed down on a single point, and the strength left the two arms that had been supporting his body. Dogeon also let out a thick breath as he felt the inner walls, which had only been tightening as if to bite it off, soften and cling stickily to his cock.

“Is it here?”

“Ha-eung, hut, ugh…!”

“Does it feel good to have me ram it in here?”

He didn’t need to answer to know. The lower mouth, which was pulling at his cock while breathing through his rear hole as if gasping, was speaking in place of his tightly sealed upper mouth.

Dogeon drove his cock in so strongly that it felt as if his spine would shatter, keeping his eyes on the bright red inner walls that clung to his cock and stretched long every time he pulled it out.

“Ha-ut, ung!”

“Haa, your back-pussy is delicious, too. Is your whole body, fuck, a pussy? You’re fucking delicious.”

Thrusting without mercy, the man jabbed the head of his cock long and hard until it hit the entrance of the colon, then pulled his waist back to withdraw the sex organ to the entrance. The moment the inner flesh clung to it and tightened wildly as if begging the hole not to let him leave, he inserted the cock as if splitting the inner walls, obsessively pounding only the spots where Yeongin felt it.

“Why, ha-ut, o-only, there, argh!”

“Because it’s fun that you’re not even a pussy, but you’re dripping with juice.”

It was driving him crazy that his body had a pussy, and now, juice was dripping from his rear opening. Unsure what kind of body this was, Dogeon stared at the body that was perfectly suited to his tastes and grabbed his waist with both hands.

“Ah, ugh, it hurts, heu-ut, ung, too, hard!”

“Hoo, no, hold on a little longer.”

“Ha-ut, ha, please, eu-ut, stop, just…!”

It was like traversing heaven and hell; his vision would turn stark white with pleasure, only to have the world stained red by the waist movements that moved roughly as if to break him somewhere.

“Heu-rk, ung, stop!”

“Hoo, Mister, fuck, before I force you to shove the cocks of the guys outside into your mouth, let’s shut up and just get fucked.”

“Ha-eung, eu-eu, ut!”

“Fuck, or is one not enough? Do you want me to poke them one by one because you have several pussies?”

“Heu, no, ugh, ah…!”

Puck, puck, puck! Increasing his speed shortly and strongly, he spread the flesh of the hole wide to both sides and let out a deep breath. If he could, he wanted to live with his cock shoved into this inside forever.

He took into his ears the moans coming from the front while slamming into the rear pussy, which was tightly biting his cock like a locked padlock.

“Ha-eung, more, I can’t, I, I think I’ll die…!”

Dogeon bowed his head at the sound of the tack, tack echoing repeatedly. Yeongin’s erect sex organ was swaying over his white belly.

Reaching out and wrapping his hand around the cock that fit into one palm, the man pushed his erect sex organ into the deepest part while listening to the voice letting out moans mixed with screams once again.

“Ah-ung, ung, heu-eu, ah, ang!”

“Ha, fucking great, fuck, Ha Yeongin, do you know how fucking delicious your pussy is?”

“Hi-eu, eu-eu! I, don’t know, ah, stop, I think, I’ll die, heu-rk, Dogeon, ah, ung!”

“From now on, just try, hoo, turning your pussy over to other guys, fuck, I’ll shove a dildo into every single hole you have and send you to a brothel for three or four days.”

Dogeon, looking down at Yeongin with bloodshot, bright red eyes, felt the clear, water-like sexual fluid spill onto his palm first, then poured his semen into the hole.

“Haa, ha-ut….”

His limp body went slack, and white clumps of semen poured out from between both openings. Leaning only his upper body against the bed, he stared at his own ejaculation flowing down his thighs. Dogeon rubbed the remaining semen on his back, a lewd sight, onto his reddened buttocks.

Just then, the sound of footsteps approaching from outside could be heard. Yeongin, who had been lying limply against the bed like a dead thing until then, had his shoulder blades twitch.

— Ahem, hey. Han Dogeon. We, we’re going now.

“Haa, you guys have no sense of timing.”

Perhaps because they were guys he’d called in a rush, they had no sense of tact and were only greedy. Dogeon’s brow furrowed as he had been enjoying the languid afterglow enveloping his body. He pulled on his pants roughly and opened the door.

“If you know I’m fucking, get lost.”

“You crazy bastard. He sounded like he was about to die, so take it easy. You have a monster-sized cock, too.”

“Wow. But look at his face, it looks better. Did he get skin care or something, not just a fucking?”

“Must’ve used the pussy juice of his crying girlfriend. Keke.”

Listening to the lewd talk about him, Yeongin opened his eyes while biting his lips and looked at his own reality. A bitter smile seeped onto his lips.

He had to get used to things like this, too. He had decided to sell his body to Dogeon, and in return, he had decided to receive money. Yeongin listened to the sound of footsteps returning after sending the men away and lifted his body, which had been leaning against the bed until then.

Click. The closed door opened. Dogeon stared at Yeongin with a crooked posture, watching him stand up with his trembling body, putting strength into his legs.

“What. Do you have something to say?”

“No. I just…. wanted to ask if… you were satisfied.”

Dogeon let out a low gasp of “Ha” at the face that was wiggling its fingers and reading his expression.

“Why, fuck, should I leave you a review on how it was fucking your pussy?”

He didn’t know how much he must have whored himself out for words like that to flow out so smoothly. Feeling like shit, Dogeon walked over to Yeongin and grabbed his hair hard.

Ugh. A painful groan flowed out from between his swollen lips. The man extended his cock out in front of the face of Yeongin, who was kneeling on the floor.