Non-Resistance Chapter 40

At the pleasure that poured down like a thunderbolt, Yeongin gripped the armrest tightly and panted.

“I hate this. Dogeon-ah. Ah… sob!”

Shaking his head as he inhaled, cold sweat began to form on his forehead. He couldn’t keep his hips still. The direct stimulation made it feel like his vision was flashing white.

“Ahheuk, Dogeon, ah, take it out, heut, I can’t, I can’t…!”

The underwear that was worse than wearing nothing also contributed to his cock rubbing against his jeans. When Yeongin, unknowingly twisting his body and shaking his hips back and forth, could no longer endure it and tried to move his hand downward, it happened.

“Haeu, ugh. Heuu…”

The vibration that had been pouring over his body suddenly stopped. Haa, heuk. Yeongin’s chest rose and fell as he breathed through the lingering aftereffects of the pleasure still remaining in his body.

When Yeongin trembled and tried to lower his hand, Dogeon pressed the remote to turn off the rotor. Looking at him, the man who held the steering wheel with one hand smiled and said.

“It’s a relief that the sound doesn’t come out as much as I thought.”

“You…. Sob, don’t tell me…”

“Today is going to be fun, Yeongin-ah.”

This was why he had insisted on bringing him to the freshman orientation. To torment him. Because he enjoyed watching him struggle.

With heated eyes, Yeongin stared at the man with resentment, his eyes wide open.

“If you don’t want to show your classmates how deliciously your pussy eats my cock, don’t take it out without my permission.”

He hated Han Dogeon, who held his weakness and shook it, to the point of madness. When the tears flowing down his cheeks touched his tightly bitten lips, the man reached out and wiped them away.

“Why are you crying? I’m doing this because it’ll be fun.”

Dogeon stuck out his tongue and licked Yeongin’s tears off his finger, then parked the car at the meeting place while receiving his hot gaze. Dogeon got out of the car first, and Yeongin, who got out of the passenger seat afterward, followed him with hesitant steps.

“Sunbae.”

“…Heut.”

It was clearly directed at him, but the title felt awkward. Dogeon, who was fiddling with the surprised Yeongin’s earlobe while draping an arm around his shoulder, tilted his head slightly.

“Keep clenching your hole properly. If you behave prettily, I’ll fuck you until you squirt front and back.”

Releasing Yeongin, who was standing with his fists tightly clenched, Dogeon gripped his thin shoulder firmly and entered the store. As they stepped into the noisy bar from the entrance, the sound of loud chatter echoed, indicating that the drinking party had already begun.

There were several familiar faces and many unfamiliar ones, but they were all people he didn’t know. Yeongin was wondering if he really belonged here, biting his lip, when someone spotted the two of them and raised a hand high.

“Eh, how did you two come together?”

Starting with the loud-voiced president of the department, people’s gazes turned toward them. Yeongin flinched at the attention from more people than expected and was about to lower his head deeply when Dogeon, who had strengthened his grip on his arm, spoke.

“I begged Yeongin sunbae to come with me.”

“No way, ah, look at me. Come and sit here first. Hurry, hurry.”

Thanks to the president or thanks to Dogeon, a seat was made in the very center of the drinking party. At Dogeon’s gesture to take his hand and go in first, Yeongin lowered his body slightly and entered.

“You two knew each other originally? Or were you always this close?”

The president, who had handed them drinks, asked as if dying of curiosity. Dogeon, who had taken the glass from him and placed one in front of Yeongin, answered with a nonchalant face.

“Yeongin sunbae was my tutoring teacher.”

“Wow. Really?”

Dogeon nodded lightly and stared intently at the side profile of the tense and stiff Yeongin. At that moment, a man from another table suddenly stood up and greeted Yeongin.

“It really is Ha Yeongin? How did you end up here?”

When his name was called, Yeongin lifted his head and looked at the man. Upon closer inspection, it was a classmate who had entered school in the same year as him. He had heard that the man had gone to the military before they could become close — precisely because Yeongin had been busy with part-time jobs — and it seemed he had returned to school.

“Why? Don’t you even remember someone like me?”

Seeing the man speak with a sneer, Yeongin shook his head.

“No, I remember.”

He didn’t remember the name, but it came to him belatedly when the female student sitting next to him pulled the man’s arm and called him. The man, who had squeezed into a seat, stared at Yeongin, who still looked uncomfortable in such a place with a timid face, and scoffed.

“You never showed your face all this time, so what wind blew you in today? Did you quit that great tutoring job of yours?”

Yeongin became increasingly uncomfortable with the gradually chilling atmosphere. He was thinking he just wanted to go back when Dogeon asked Taehyun.

“Has Yeongin sunbae really never come to a place like this before?”

Taehyun also seemed unprepared for the man’s sudden question, but soon, with a triumphant face at the fact that the most famous person in school, Dogeon, was paying attention to him, he opened his mouth.

“Of course. He’s probably the only one here who has never come to OT or MT. And he never participated in any department activities because he said he didn’t have money for the dues. No matter what you say, it’s always part-time job, tutoring, part-time job. What is he, some kind of beggar…”

At the evaluation made right in front of him, Yeongin’s face grew hot. This was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to come. When he clasped his hidden hands under the table, Yeongin’s head gradually dropped lower.

At that moment, Dogeon’s hand touched his. Smiling brightly with the corners of his mouth curled up refreshingly, the man spoke.

“Couldn’t it be that sunbae didn’t want to come because that side was acting so rudely?”

“…What? That side?”

“It’s low-class, isn’t it? Calling someone an outcast or a beggar just because they didn’t participate in department activities. Not knowing your place.”

Dogeon slowly lowered his eyes and scanned the man, then pulled up one corner of his mouth and laughed. Taehyun’s face quickly twisted under his gaze. Anyone could see that the appearance of Yeongin sitting across from him was being compared.

“What? What did you just say? This bastard is climbing up because people have been going easy on him, not even knowing his place as a sunbae!”

As if he himself knew it well, the flustered man spat out a low curse and abruptly stood up from his seat, raising his voice.

“Kim Taehyun, stop it!”

“Yeah, just stop already. You’ve been making Dogeon and Yeongin sunbae uncomfortable from earlier. Why are you acting like this?”

As words flowed out from here and there one by one, Taehyun’s expression twisted even more. Eventually, the man gritted his teeth loudly, grabbed his bag, and left the bar.

An awkward atmosphere flowed, and Yeongin lowered his head with a heavy face, feeling like it had become this way because of him.

“Sunbae, you’ll drink too, right?”

“Uh…?”

“Soju? Beer?”

Dogeon reached out to such Yeongin, removed a piece of tissue stuck to his face, and said.

“Teacher, why are you walking around with something like this stuck on you?”

Many gazes followed Dogeon’s slightly smiling face. Yeongin also blinked in confusion. After that, he casually conversed with the others while taking care of Yeongin.

He asked questions to him, who didn’t speak much, and pushed the snacks that Yeongin liked in front of him. Yeongin found Dogeon’s gentle attitude strangely unfamiliar.

He knew this was the man wearing a mask, yet he kept feeling dizzy at the changed behavior. With nothing else to do, he emptied one glass, then two, and his face gradually grew hotter.

When he straightened his head to drink some cold water, his eyes met Dogeon’s, who had drawn an arc at the corners of his mouth. At the unknown anxiety that made him hold his breath, he felt the presence of the forgotten rotor inside his stomach.

“Ugh, heup…”

Yeongin flinched and looked around with a startled face. Fortunately, no one said anything, as his sound seemed to have been buried by the loud music.

Digging his nails into his soft palm, Yeongin looked at Dogeon, who deliberately increased the intensity, and bit his lip.

Even though he tried hard to ignore it, the rotor settled on his prostate was ringing with a buzzing sound, tickling his inner walls. Curling his toes and inhaling sharply with a “heuk,” Yeongin tightly shut his eyes with a face fed up as if he would die.

‘What do I do? I feel like I’m going to die…’

His vision blurred and his body twitched. He could feel for himself that the cock already pressed by the underwear was swollen as if it would burst.

His lips parted and Yeongin’s thighs trembled finely. The weak vibration continued to strike the sensitive spot, and the inside of his stomach began to grow hot.