Non-Resistance Chapter 41

Ah, ugh, the hot heat that started from deep inside his stomach felt like it was melting his entire brain.

His body, soaked in pleasure, fell into disarray as the corners of Yeongin’s eyes flushed red. Overwhelmed by the maddening stimulation, Yeongin scratched his palms hard and bit his lip. The intense vibration spun round and round as if crushing his prostate, relentlessly striking the sensitive spot.

At the stimulation that crossed his limits, Yeongin unconsciously clenched and unclenched his hole while his body trembled violently. Feeling like he would die if this continued, Yeongin lifted his head and stared at Dogeon.

‘Please, please stop.’

Yeongin looked at the man with pitiful eyes and breathed heavily. The man gripping his thigh tightly under the table loosened the intensity of the rotor for him.

“Haah, hah…”

It wasn’t turned off completely, but it was more bearable than before. Startled by the touch reaching between his legs, Yeongin straightened his waist, but Dogeon pressed his fingers firmly into the cleft as if trying to dig in.

“Ha. Ah…”

He bit his tongue and squeezed his eyes shut before opening them. Thankfully, the music in the store was loud enough. The man hid his expression as if nothing was happening and enjoyed the sight of Yeongin reacting to every single one of his touches, moving his hand even more.

His body, faithful to pleasure, was already leaking slick fluid, as wetness coated his fingertips. When he pressed down gently on the swollen cock with his moving hand, Yeongin’s lips parted, revealing his red tongue.

What would happen if he grabbed Ha Yeongin’s hair right here and shoved his cock into that mouth? At first, he would resist and struggle, but eventually he would realize his place and suck his cock with a lewd face, slurping it up and down.

With a smirk drawing an arc at the corner of his mouth, Dogeon looked at the thin back of the hand gripping his wrist before pulling his hand away. Yeongin, whose nicely spread shoulders twitched and whose face had turned bright red, hurriedly began gulping down water. The water flowing down his long neck somehow created a strangely erotic atmosphere.

Unaware that his shoulders were fully exposed, Yeongin had pulled his knit sweater down to desperately cover his swollen lower body. Once his body calmed down a little, he started picking at the side dishes one by one.

The freshly fried french fries must have been delicious, because he was chewing diligently with his mouth moving busily. The man sitting diagonally across from him spoke up.

“The french fries here are good, right?”

“Ah, yes…”

Had he eaten too much? Realizing that someone had been watching him, Yeongin smiled faintly in embarrassment and stroked his cheek. The man looked at him with a gaze mixed with goodwill, pushed the sauce bowl closer to Yeongin, and added,

“Try dipping it in this instead of ketchup. The owner made it himself. This is why people come here to drink.”

“Ah…. Yes. Thank you.”

As he said, when Yeongin dipped it in the sauce and ate it, the slightly spicy yet smooth flavor was really delicious. “Wow,” Yeongin widened his eyes and smiled brightly with his eyes crinkling. The man cleared his throat with a “Khm” and lifted his drink glass.

Why is he like that? Is his throat very dry? Feeling grateful to the man who had given him the sauce, Yeongin was about to pick up the soju bottle when the rotor’s vibration started again.

“Ah, ngh…”

Tears threatened to fall. Biting down on his flesh hard enough to taste blood in his mouth, he turned his gaze toward Dogeon’s seat. Their eyes met—Dogeon’s expression had turned icy. Yeongin’s face grew deathly pale as he watched the man deliberately move his hand and click the remote control button.

“Ugh, mm…”

Yeongin set the soju bottle that had nearly slipped down on the table and lowered his head. The pattern of the floor tiles visible under the table swirled dizzyingly in his vision. His body felt strange. Having drunk whatever was given to him, the alcohol seemed to make every sensation feel even clearer.

‘I can’t hold it. I want to go…’

Knowing that his current state must look strange to others, Yeongin still trembled finely. He wanted to pull out his cock that was pressed against his underwear and finger his hole.

Increasingly lewd thoughts took over his mind. Just as the panting Yeongin tried to move his hand downward—

“Oppa, are you sick?”

“No, I’m fine, hah… ngh.”

The female student sitting to Yeongin’s left asked worriedly. Surprised by the hand touching his arm, Yeongin lifted his head and, belatedly regaining his senses, his face turned deathly white.

‘Crazy… bastard.’

He had tried to touch his cock in front of other people. The thought that if it had continued even a little longer, he might have done something irreversible, sharpened his mind. Yeongin swallowed a moan in response to the worried face looking at him.

“Ah, yeah. I-I’m fine…. I was just… a bit dizzy… that’s all.”

“Your face is so red. Shouldn’t you stop drinking?”

Fearing the vibration sound might be heard, Yeongin held his breath and nodded. Then she poured ice water into a large glass and handed it to him.

For a moment, their fingertips touched, and the people around them who had been watching let out a loud “Ooh!” cheer. Startled by the sudden burst of noise, Yeongin tensed up, not understanding what was happening. The woman waved her hands in denial at the people pushing the mood forward but still smiled shyly with a reddened face.

At the sight of the two, the corners of Dogeon’s mouth twisted up. The brief moment of fear that made him open his eyes passed, and the two rotors began vibrating at the same time.

The stimulation he thought was his limit doubled. It felt like his body was melting from pleasure to the point he couldn’t breathe. At this rate, it seemed he would wet himself. Yeongin hurriedly stood up, biting his tongue against his darkening vision, and said,

“Hngh, I’ll… go to the bathroom for a bit…”

With strength forced into his staggering legs, Yeongin left the store. Beneath his pale face, his neck trembled finely. He couldn’t even remember how he had left the bar. The only thought in his mind right now was to take out the rotor ringing inside him.

Yeongin, who was about to enter the bathroom outside the building, suddenly gasped “Hik!” as a hand grabbed the back of his neck.

“Haah, this, take this out…!”

“I told you what would happen if I took it out myself.”

“Hah, ngh, I-I can’t, please… just once, just look once, agh, it’s weird, ah…!”

His thighs trembled finely. Unable to put strength into his legs, Yeongin leaned against Dogeon’s arm that was holding him and looked up at the man while panting.

Watching him pant with his tongue out like a beast in heat, Dogeon pressed down on his bulging front.

“Ahk, n-no. Hii, hngh, Dogeon-ah, don’t, mmh, ah…!”

The back of the hand gripping Dogeon’s arm turned white. Yeongin’s eyes trembled as he felt the hot, wet slick below.

When he lowered his gaze, the color of his pants had darkened. Yeongin, clinging to Dogeon’s body at the peak of climax, had his legs completely give out the moment the rotor turned off with a click.

“Haah, ugh, ah…”

“Going back like this won’t do.”

Yeongin’s eyes quickly grew wet as he stared at the stream of fluid that had soaked his pants and flowed down.

“You can’t be remembered by your juniors as the sunbae who pissed himself.”

“Haa, ugh…”

Overwhelmed by shame, Yeongin hung his head deeply, his white nape trembling.

“Put your arm around my neck.”

Dogeon weakly nodded and wrapped his arm around the man’s slender waist. A sweet scent rose from Yeongin, who was panting with an arm around his neck. Dogeon lightly lifted him and took a step outside the building.