Non-Resistance Chapter 2

Grit, Dogeon gritted his teeth, bowed his body, and hoisted Yeongin’s legs onto his shoulders. With his hands braced against the toilet cover, he began to move his waist in quick, heavy thrusts. His belly was entirely full of the man’s penis, and the tip of the cock, which had begun to push further and further inside, felt as if it were digging all the way into his womb.

“Ha-eut, hit, eut, ung…!”

It felt as if his mind was becoming a complete mess. Shivering and trembling while being pressed down by Dogeon’s massive body, Yeongin, who had only been curling his toes as he braced them against the air, hugged the man’s waist and tightened his buttocks frantically.

“Ah, ah-eut, ung…!”

The inside of his inner walls trembled as if having a spasm. It seemed Dogeon’s climax wasn’t far off; the shaft of his cock, which was pounding against every fold as he thrusted, was tensely swollen.

“Close your eyes, Ha Yeongin.”

Dogeon’s voice reached his ears along with a languid breath. Closing his eyes tightly, Yeongin opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue out of habit as he felt the cock sliding out of him.

“Haa…….”

Shortly after, hot arousal fluid dripped onto his face. The cloudy white liquid became tangled between his long eyelashes and trickled down his cheeks.

“Ugh, ugh….”

Something fishy and hot touched his tongue. His face flushed red as he was left breathless by the organ that was shoved straight into his throat.

“Yeongin. Ha Yeongin….”

“Keo-heuk, ugh….”

Dogeon, who moved his waist slowly to squeeze and drain the remaining cum from inside Yeongin’s mouth, pulled his cock out in one long motion.

“Cough, ha-eut, hak….”

He liked the sight of Yeongin’s face, which was a complete mess. Watching him drip with white semen while sticking out his tongue to lick up the remaining ejaculated fluid, Dogeon twisted his lips into a smirk. Looking down at Yeongin, who had gone limp and slack, he recalled his first meeting with the man.

“Hoo….”

Yeongin, having entered the entrance of an incredibly high-end apartment, pursed his lips as his heart pounded. Even though he had been tutoring in Hansedong, famous for being a wealthy village, for the past four years, this was his first time in such a nice house, and the pressure of the atmosphere felt like it was weighing down his entire body.

Yeongin, who carefully pressed the doorbell, passed through the entrance, which was as big as his own studio apartment, and went inside. A cool breeze, as if washing away the summer heat, cooled his sweat.

“You must be the new tutor. The room at the very end is the young master’s room, so go on in.”

“Ah, yes. Thank you.”

Yeongin bowed his head, feeling particularly embarrassed about his worn-out socks today. Hiding his faded white socks in the slippers provided by the housekeeper, he took steps toward the place she had indicated.

Knock, knock—.

“Um…. May I come in?”

Even after knocking, there was no answer from inside. There was clearly signs of life inside, so what was wrong? After a moment of hesitation, Yeongin said, “I’m coming in,” in a small voice and opened the door.

“Ah…. Hello.”

As soon as he stepped inside, he made eye contact with the man sitting crookedly on the bed. So he really was inside. It seemed he had been playing a mobile game, as game sound effects were coming from the phone he was holding.

“Um, my name is Ha Yeongin.”

It was his first time teaching a student retaking the entrance exam, so he was a little nervous. Unlike the students he had taught so far, the man in front of him felt particularly difficult to deal with. He was only twenty, but he didn’t know why he felt so nervous.

Yeongin swallowed dryly and sat in a chair, waiting for the man’s game to end. However, even after a long time had passed, his gaze remained fixed on the phone screen. He had expected the first impression wouldn’t be easy, but he couldn’t help but sigh anyway.

“Hoo….”

Yeongin, who had placed both hands on the knees of his torn jeans—which he had ripped while falling down while working part-time yesterday—chewed on his innocent lower lip. He couldn’t just waste time and go back like this. Because one student had quit a few days ago, his living expenses would be severely insufficient once he paid for his younger sibling’s hospital bills this month.

While he was anxious, this tutoring position he had been introduced to was like a ray of light to Yeongin. Rubbing his damp palms on his pants, he carefully parted his lips.

“Excuse me, Dogeon….”

“Since when have we been close enough for you to call me Dogeon?”

“Ah, I, am sorry. Then what should I call you…?”

“Idiot.”

At the sound of Yeongin’s flustered voice, Dogeon, who had tossed his phone onto the bed carelessly, turned his gaze toward him. His large eyes, which seemed to take up half of his white face, flickered as if he were flustered and couldn’t find his footing.

Perhaps because he couldn’t get enough to eat, or because his fashion sense was shitty, the clothes he was wearing were twice as big as Yeongin’s body.

“Um, we need to study now.”

Dogeon, looking down at Yeongin, who was staring at him with eyes full of hesitation and nervousness, took in the white teeth that were biting down hard enough to burst his already red lips.

He was indeed a face that turned you on, just as the rumors said. It was his first time seeing a male prostitute, and it was quite fun to see him sitting there with an innocent face, pretending otherwise. Dogeon’s wet gaze scanned Yeongin. He smirked, his mouth twisting, and said.

“I heard you’re that famous slut.”

“…….”

Strength entered Yeongin’s hand, which was holding the workbook he had prepared. His shoulders, which had been stiff with tension, trembled slightly. His eyes, staring at Dogeon with a look of disbelief, gradually darkened with anxiety.

“Come up here. Let’s see how well you teach how to fuck.”

Click, along with the sound of a Zippo lighter flaring up, Dogeon, who had a cigarette in his mouth, stared at Yeongin with crooked eyes. His lips holding the cigarette wore a fishy smile, and his eyes, observing Yeongin’s reaction, took in the deathly pale face.

“I think there’s a mis, misunderstanding, but I, I’ve never done that….”

After keeping his lips tightly shut for a long time, the only thing he could think of was to deny it. Pffft, Dogeon, who twisted his lips and laughed, stared at Yeongin’s forehead, which was beaded with cold sweat, and rose to his feet.

“Really?”

“I have no… Ah. Wait…!”

Dogeon’s hand, which had reached out, stroked his dry stomach and grabbed Yeongin’s chest. Heu-eut, as he pulled on his nipple with his thumb and forefinger, his waist jerked slightly, and a moan burst out from between Yeongin’s lips.

“Are you still not a slut after this?”

“Ah, let go of this… Hut.”

Hoo, Dogeon, who blew white smoke into Yeongin’s face, felt the soft skin wrapped around his hand and felt the area under his chin harden. His plump chest was fun to touch, considering how much he sold his body.

“You’re acting like this just because I touched your tits, what kind of tutor are you. You little male prostitute.”

“Eu, I hate this, let, go… Ugh!”

Dogeon, who grabbed the body that was struggling while pushing his shoulders away even harder, laid Yeongin down on the bed as he was and brought the burning cigarette fire in front of his face.

“I heard you’re so crazy about men’s cocks.”

Dogeon’s tongue, which added, “They said you suck well like a whore,” licked his lower lip longingly. Hi-eut, Yeongin held his breath at the fire where he could feel the hot heat. It seemed like the man was really going to burn his face with the cigarette. Yeongin, letting out a faint moan, closed his eyes tightly, anticipating the future that would soon befall him.

“Ah-eut…!”

“Who told you to close your eyes.”

Slap, Yeongin’s face, hit on the cheek by a large hand, turned to the other side. As he opened his eyes due to the stinging heat felt on his left cheek, he made eye contact with Dogeon, who was looking down at him.

“You have to watch properly if the student is doing it right so you can teach them later.”

“Ah, ah-eu….”

“Isn’t that right, Mr. Ha Yeongin?”

Dogeon, who spat out his words as if giggling, stripped off Yeongin’s pants just like that. Yeongin belatedly tried to push the man away, but he couldn’t pull his hands away due to the difference in strength. Feeling his waistband, which was barely holding his waist, come undone, he put strength into his thighs and twisted his waist.

“Ha, don’t. Heu-eut, no, you can’t…! I, hate it!”

Even if he had tried sucking someone else’s thing with his mouth or had his chest sucked, he had never had his pants taken off like this. Yeongin, whose eyes became blurry with fear, lifted his waist and raised his body.

“Ah, I hate it! Heu, don’t… Ah!”

Sizzle, Yeongin shuddered at the pain felt below his collarbone. Along with the smell of burning flesh, smoke rose, and tears flowed down under his light brown eyes.

“A-heuk…….”

“That’s why I told you to be careful, teacher.”

Dogeon, who let out a laugh as if finding Yeongin, who was staring at him with a startled face, amusing, pulled down the pants that were half-hanging on his thighs. Yeongin, with his pants off, kicked his two feet. Cool air touched his skin.

“Heu-eut, no, I, hate it, I’m going to scream…!”

There was one secret he couldn’t show others.