Non-Resistance Chapter 15

“From now on, after we have sex, you’re going to clean my cock with your tongue.”

“Ugh… heu….”

“Swallow every bit of semen. If you spit it out, you don’t get paid.”

“Heu….”

His scalp felt like it was being ripped off. Yeongin, tears welling up in his eyes as a physiological reaction, shrunk his body at the man’s angry-looking expression—as if he hadn’t enjoyed their session—and nodded his head.

Before long, the man’s sex organ was shoved back into Yeongin’s mouth as he stuck out his tongue, and particularly painful gasps flowed out through the gap in the open door.

“You’re here, Mister?”

It had already been three months since the deal with Dogeon began. The housekeeper, whom he occasionally encountered, would avoid Yeongin with awkward eyes, offer a short greeting, and quickly step away.

Yeongin, feeling even more uncomfortable at her reaction, would stare at the bedroom door that was always kept tightly shut and let out a long sigh.

“If you’re here, you should come in. Why are you just standing there?”

Yeongin jumped and looked up at the sound of movement behind him while he was holding his waist. The man was holding a cup in his hand, perhaps having come out to get a drink.

Yeongin bit his lip and grabbed Dogeon’s arm, letting out a “heu” as he felt a hand slowly pushing inside his oversized T-shirt.

“Le, let’s go inside and do it…. A, if the housekeeper sees…”

“Do you think I don’t know who cleans up the pussy juice you drip? The lady knows everything anyway.”

“Ah, heu…”

His face burned hot with shame. He had vaguely thought about it, assuming Dogeon wouldn’t be doing the laundry himself, but hearing it confirmed so casually was different.

Seeing Yeongin’s long neck and earlobes flushed crimson, Dogeon teased the soft skin of his belly, moving his hand gradually upward. When his fingertips touched the soft lace, the man smirked and whispered in his ear.

“You’re wearing the gift I gave you well, aren’t you?”

Yeongin’s eyes had widened when he saw the lewd lingerie inside the box Dogeon handed him after their last ‘lesson,’ but the man had just casually told him to wear it next time.

Dogeon imagined Yeongin wearing that lewd lingerie underneath his tidy exterior. His eyes grew gradually hotter.

The man pulled up one side of the bra, scratched the nipple caught in his fingertips with his nail, and hugged the trembling body.

“Did anyone look at you strangely while you were coming here?”

“Hut, ah, no… didn’t…”

“No one rubbed their cock on you here?”

Dogeon’s hand grabbed his buttocks firmly. Yeongin bit his lip, shook his head, and pleaded with Dogeon in a desperate voice.

“Do, Dogeon, please, let’s go inside…. If someone sees us like this…”

Yeongin was frantic, caught between the hands teasing his body and the thought that the housekeeper might see them. Parting his lips, he spoke in a trembling voice, having no other choice.

“Le, let’s go inside…. Inspect my pussy…”

Dogeon stared at Yeongin, who was uttering lewd words in his thoroughly disheveled state. His body, standing precariously as if he might collapse at any moment, was flushed red. Dogeon frowned at the face that was asking, “Yes?” and pulled his wrist, heading toward his room.

Clack. Dogeon set the glass of water he was holding onto the side table carelessly and laid Yeongin down on the bed, saying:

“Take your clothes off. I have to inspect your pussy.”

“U, ung….”

Even though he had been the one to suggest it, Yeongin slowly began to undress, listening to Dogeon’s breathing, which had grown rough as if he were somewhat aroused. After taking off his knit sweater and pulling down his pants, Yeongin looked at Dogeon and asked in a small voice:

“S, should I… take this off too?”

“No, keep that on. It looks good.”

Perhaps because his skin was so pale, the black and red lingerie suited Yeongin well. After scanning Yeongin from head to toe with a slow gaze as if appreciating a piece of art, he pressed down on Yeongin’s shoulders and buried his face in the nape of his neck.

“U, ung…”

When the man’s tongue licked his neck, his hot breath hit the skin. Yeongin shrunk his body, feeling Dogeon licking him with a broad tongue like a large dog. The hand resting on his belly moved slowly upward, like fingers gliding over piano keys, and slipped inside his bra.

“Ut, ung…!”

“Your nipples are erect. Did you get aroused because I touched them?”

“No… ah-up!”

As Dogeon pulled the bra up all at once, cool air hit his chest. Yeongin bowed his head, his pupils trembling as he looked at his own appearance, wearing women’s lingerie with his chest fully exposed.

“It suits you, doesn’t it?”

“Heu, ah…”

“You look like a cheap slut. It suits you perfectly.”

Dogeon, who pinched the nipple between his fingers and pulled his chest long, kneaded the flesh together and licked behind his ears with his tongue.

Eu-heu. Yeongin twisted his body at the ticklish sensation. The wet sound of the tongue entering his ear canal felt like it was drilling all the way into his brain. Dogeon, who had been kneading his nipples as he pleased, pulled his lips away and bowed his head.

“Ut… ah, it hurts…!”

As the man bared his teeth and bit down on his nipple, Yeongin’s body stiffened naturally. The more Yeongin grabbed his shoulders to push him away, the harder Dogeon bit his chest, licking over the skin where the bite marks were left.

“Heu, ah, it hurts, please, go easy…”

Eventually, Yeongin embraced Dogeon’s head and let out a sobbing cry. He made eye contact with the man who was sticking his tongue out to lick his chest alternately.

Hoo-up, syu-but, jjob…

Every time Dogeon’s lips sucked on his chest, lewd sounds saturated his ears. Showing off, he licked them rapidly until the nipples dangled, and whenever Yeongin shuddered, he gnawed on the nipples with his teeth.

“Ah-hut, ugh…”

As hot breath left the man’s mouth, Yeongin let out a faint gasp before he knew it at the electric sensation felt in his chest. Dogeon was well aware of the reaction, even if Yeongin himself wasn’t. For the past few days, every time he sucked and bit his chest hard, Dogeon’s lips would curl into a smile at Yeongin’s reaction of twisting his waist while moaning.

“Ah, eu-ung, Do, Dogeon….”

He had been shrinking away in fear just a moment ago, but now he was pushing his chest forward himself, and there was quite a bit of strength in his hands as he pulled Dogeon’s head. Dogeon sucked the breast into his mouth, full and deep, at Yeongin, who was pulling him in with wet, glistening eyes as if begging for more.

“Haa, ha-heu, eu…”

“Why do you like it so much when I suck on your chest?”

“Ah, I don’t like it, ah-ut…”

“You don’t like it?”

Dogeon pulled his lips away, stared at the chest glistening with his saliva, and brought his hand down below.

“Ah, heu-ung!”

“Even though your pussy is this wet?”

“Heu. Ut, ah, Dogeon, ah…!”

“I didn’t even touch it, but you’re already dripping pussy juice just from me sucking on your chest, you fucking slut.”

Just as he said, his panties were damp with the sexual fluid from below. Yeongin tried to bring his legs together, feeling the thin underwear clinging to his pussy, but Dogeon tapped his thigh and said:

“Get into position.”

“Ah, heu….”

“What are you doing? You said you wanted a pussy inspection.”

Dogeon stood up as he watched Yeongin begin to spread his legs himself, biting his lip and letting it go.

“Spread them more.”

“L, li…ke this?”

His appearance—lying down with his legs spread wide to both sides like an overturned frog—came into view. Dogeon stared at the thin fabric precariously covering his cock and pussy and said:

“Must have been hard to put on.”

Dogeon said, looking down at the sex organ that was tightly constricted. No matter how small his cock was, it must have been difficult as it was pressed down to wear women’s underwear. Yet, as if to say he was proud of Yeongin for quietly putting them on and coming out as told, he rubbed over the damp, wet pussy.

“Eu, eu-ung….”

Perhaps because the underwear was completely soaked, the man’s touch felt like it was stimulating the inside even more. With another gush of sexual fluid causing the hole inside the underwear to flare, Yeongin looked up at Dogeon with a desperate face.

“Heu-ung, ung, ah….”

His body, having adapted to the pleasure the man gave, couldn’t calm down after feeling his touch. Yeongin felt his body heating up and swallowed the saliva in his damp mouth.

“Why can’t you stay still?”

Dogeon knew Yeongin was fully aroused, but he asked with feigned ignorance. At the same time, he rubbed around the clitoris and pressed his fingers firmly over the hole, from which hot heat was radiating.

“Hut, ah…. Do, Dogeon….”

“You have to say it if there’s something you want.”

Yeongin let out ragged breaths, his waist trembling at the hand teasing his pussy as if to drive him mad. He really wished Dogeon would do something about it.