Non-Resistance Chapter 7

“Ugh, g-ugh, ugh…”

“Wait, if I count the back door, does that make it three?”

Dogeon looked down at his cock, which was filling the space between lips that were parted as small as a rear hole, and spoke. Throb, throb—he could feel the mucous membranes, wrapped tightly around his shaft, trembling as if in a seizure.

Perhaps because he had sucked many before, Yeongin was reflexively wrapping his tongue around it while offering up his throat. Suddenly feeling a surge of irritation, Dogeon slammed his hot mass of flesh in, all the way to the root, in one go.

“Hoo, fuck. You slut.”

“G-ugh, ugh, uut…!”

Yeongin, who had been struggling to hold the cock while fluttering his long eyelashes, felt his pupils waver as if they would shatter. His small face began to shake in time with Dogeon’s hip movements.

His mouth was stained a reddish hue as if it were about to tear, and his throat burned hot every time the man traveled back and forth, as if a pillar of fire were rummaging through his inner neck.

“Ha…”

Squish, squish—every time he rubbed against the sticky mucous membrane, an erotic sound emerged from below. Saliva was drooling down from the chin of Yeongin, whose eyes were already half-unfocused.

As if he couldn’t hold back any longer, his fingertips, resting on his thighs, dug into the flesh. At the weak force, as if a cute cat were scratching him, the corners of Dogeon’s mouth curved upward.

“Is it hard?”

Seeing the white face nodding while still biting his cock, Dogeon lowered his gaze from the reddened eyes and wet cheeks down to his neck. Finally, as his gaze hit the white, long neck, he curled his lips into a smile, and his hand clamped tightly around the deer-like nape.

In an instant, his air supply was cut off. Yeongin tried to pull the hand that was throttling him away, but the more he did, the tighter Dogeon’s hand gripped his neck.

“G-ugh, ugh, uut…”

“Shall I let go?”

At the man’s words, he looked up at him with hope-filled eyes. Facing the eyes that were begging as if clinging to him, Dogeon wore a malicious smile and said.

“Then can you move well on your own?”

“G-ugh, ugh, ugh…”

“It’s shitty that a slut like you keeps acting coy, right?”

“G-uh, u-ugh, h-hic…”

“So stick your tongue out and move properly. I’ll let it slide that you’re rubbing your ‘pussy’ while you suck.”

Like the first time he had fucked Yeongin, he liked the way he clung to him even more. Dogeon, seeing him struggling to nod while holding his cock full in his mouth, set his disappointment aside and took his hand away.

“There, now do it properly.”

“Ha, uut, ugh…”

Inhaling through the barely opened gap, Yeongin hurriedly bit down on the member, fearing that Dogeon would choke him again at any moment. It hurt as if his throat were being pierced and his mucous membranes torn by the thick glans, but he endured the pain, forcing his head to move.

The coarse pubic hair touched his philtrum and nose, and the fishy scent of a male filled his lungs. It felt like he might die at any moment with his throat completely filled by the penis. It wasn’t his first time sucking a cock, but the size he was experiencing for the first time made Yeongin unable to move.

Tears streamed down from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. It felt as if his head were filled entirely by the man’s member, which was rammed down his throat; his mind went completely blank. The flesh inside his mouth trembled as he bit down hard on the man’s shaft. The moment the tears streaming down his cheeks fell onto Dogeon’s thigh, the man’s large hand grabbed Yeongin’s head.

“Anyway, you have a knack for getting people going.”

“G-uh, u-uut, ugh…”

Looking down at Yeongin, whose neck was bulging as he struggled to bite and clench only his cock, he began to move his body himself. He shoved his cock into the narrow throat as if grinding it, slamming the back of his head into his crotch.

“Ugh, u-uut, ugh, g-geuuut…!”

The mucous membranes, stuck to the shaft like a suction cup, clung stickily to his member. It was fantastic to feel him biting ‘ang-ang’ every time he drove his cock into the tender, unlubricated flesh.

Yeongin squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the man’s hand as he shook his head violently along with his languid breathing. It felt as if the large penis, filling his throat completely, would pierce his esophagus at any moment.

Every time Dogeon’s member moved, it was painful and hot, as if his throat were being cauterized by a raging fire. Dogeon held Yeongin’s head firmly with both hands—as he instinctively struggled to survive—and gradually increased the speed. With the sounds of ‘thwack, thwack’—the crotch colliding with the face—Yeongin’s white face began to swell and turn red.

“H-uugh, ugh…!”

Stimulated by the sensation of being clenched by the shaft, precum flowed from the tip of his member, wetting the delicate membranes. His throat gradually grew wet, and Dogeon, holding Yeongin’s head as if to crush it, moved his hips rapidly. His breathing, as he poured his pent-up desire into Yeongin, grew coarser.

“G-uuh, u-uut, ugh…!”

There was a pleasure in crushing his tender body. Dogeon’s pupils turned crimson from the pleasure of driving him to his limit, forcibly holding onto a resisting Yeongin and ravaging the inside of him roughly and viciously.

Even through his painful groans, it sounded as if a scream for mercy were being heard from within. With the ‘thwack, thwack’ movements of ravaging the narrow depths and driving it in to the root, both corners of Yeongin’s mouth eventually tore.

Dogeon, taking in the sight of the fresh red blood, jammed his fingers into the tight mouth while holding the cock, and finally drove his member to the very end of the esophagus. The penis, filling the mouth entirely, shivered, and before long, hot semen poured out in spurts over the mucous membranes.

“G-uuh, cough, k-kut…”

Only when the man let go of his head did Yeongin gasp for air, coughing in agony at the semen that clung to the membranes and wouldn’t fall off, like a sticky piece of taffy.

Cough, cough. Yeongin panted roughly, his chest feeling as if it were being torn apart. The semen touching his torn mouth stung. As he calmed his rough breathing and wiped away the tears obscuring his vision, Yeongin discovered a 50,000-won bill falling like a slap to his cheek. His long eyelashes fluttered rapidly. Amidst the fishy smell of semen, a terrible smell of money could be felt.

“Haah, heu, ugh…”

“That’s one million.”

The rate at which his tears fell was slower than the rate at which they welled up again. His blurred pupils looked up at Dogeon. The man, pulling out a tissue to wipe the remaining semen from his cock, came into Yeongin’s field of vision.

Dogeon, with a cigarette in his mouth, lit his lighter and let out a languid breath. Yeongin averted his gaze from the man, who was looking down at him while taking a long draw from the filter. He raised his trembling hands to wipe his mouth roughly, his brow furrowed infinitely in sharp, stinging pain.

“You’re going to need to practice in the future. You only know how to clench too hard.”

Watching Yeongin’s distorted expression, the man bowed his waist and flicked the corners of his mouth, where the red blood was beginning to well up again. Yeongin, shoulders trembling with shame and humiliation, clenched his fists and said to him.

“My stuff… give it back.”

Unlike when he first came here, his voice, which had gone hoarse, sounded pathetic. His wrinkled brow furrowed even deeper in the face of the pain in his mouth that stung every time he spoke.

Why go to such lengths to make things difficult when they could have gone easily?

Exhaling smoke, Dogeon burst into a scoffing laugh and tossed the USB he had placed next to him toward Yeongin. Clutching it, Yeongin quickly rose from his seat. Staring at his back as he turned away as if he had no more business, Dogeon said.

“Call me if you need more money, teacher.”

At the man’s voice, which was tinged with laughter, Yeongin bit his lip and glared at him, saying.

“That won’t, happen.”

That was a remark directed at Dogeon, and also a promise to himself. He didn’t know about others, but he would never come back here again. Taking in the sight of the trembling Yeongin, the man curled his lips into a bitter smile and said with a face full of certainty.

“No. You’ll find me again.”

“Asshole…”

His mouth was full of the man’s scent. It hurt so much that it felt as if the membranes, which his member had pierced and ravaged, had been flayed. Tears began to well up again at the pain that made it difficult even to swallow.

He didn’t want to show tears in front of Dogeon. With his tongue bitten, Yeongin turned and exited through the front door, roughly wiping away the tears that were streaming down his cheeks too late. He didn’t know if he was crying because of the pain or because of the miserable reality.

He regretted not having punched him in the face when he had said with such certainty that he would find him again.

Sniffling away the running snot, Yeongin sat at the bus stop and opened his laptop, meticulously checking the materials inside the USB before moving them to his email and his laptop’s desktop background.