Hazardous Concentration Chapter 33

Being moderately fierce is not a bad thing. However, having bad habits with your hands is a different issue. Yeo Taejun, with an expression of annoyance, tightened his grip on Eunhoo’s neck.

“Ack!”

Eunhoo was no different from a beast caught by the throat, unable to move. The hand pressing down on Eunhoo applied even more pressure. After freezing like an animal caught in a snare, Eunhoo began to struggle as his windpipe was gradually constricted.

“Ack. Argh!”

He tried to exert force to shake off the hand gripping his throat, but it was useless. The more he struggled, the stronger the grip pressing down on his throat became.

“Ugh. Urgh.”

He raised his nails and scratched down at his wrist and forearm. But Yeo Taejun didn’t even blink, as if he didn’t even feel the pain.

“Resistance is only cute when it’s done in moderation.”

Press. Press.

The grip strength continued to be applied.

“You’re going to behave, aren’t you?”

Blood vessels burst in the eyes of Eunhoo, who had been holding out. Eunhoo nodded hurriedly.

As oxygen became scarce, energy drained from his body. Soon, his body went limp and hung loose. It was only then that Yeo Taejun eased the strength from his hand pressing against his neck.

“I, I’m sor….”

His head spun from the sudden influx of oxygen.

“Cough. Ack.”

Lips filled with heat touched the skin of his neck. He was startled as if burnt by fire, but he couldn’t even think of escaping from him. Once he had suffered a painful ordeal, it was as if fear had been branded onto his body; even without being explicitly forced, his body stiffened and he couldn’t move. He was scared. He was so scared that his limbs trembled violently.

“See? It’s so much better when you’re this docile—it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

It could be felt clearly that Yeo Taejun, who had slowly licked his skin with his tongue, was smiling.

Tears dripped down, tracing the corners of his eyes.

Yeo Taejun suddenly thrust his hand inside Eunhoo’s lower garment. Eunhoo’s eyes met Yeo Taejun’s, who had raised his head. A strange gleam swirled in his black eyes, like a predator with its prey in front of it.

Eunhoo’s heart beat with a heavy thud, instinctively recognizing the danger signal. His large hand—fingers slender but by no means short or thin—roamed Eunhoo’s body without hesitation.

Yeo Taejun laughed. The skin was much smoother than he had expected.

“Is it because you’re a baby? Your skin is soft and squishy.”

Yeo Taejun, who had been fiddling with his lower region with a smiling face, slowly narrowed his eyes as if something were strange. It was because the further down he went, the less he could feel what should have been there.

There are occasionally people who lack hair, but this was beyond that. Yeo Taejun looked at Eunhoo’s smooth lower region and asked.

“Are you a white-dick?”

The voice muttering such vulgar content was unnecessarily sweet.

“There’s no way you shaved it yourself.”

He had already realized that Eunhoo was not meticulous or cunning enough to do that.

“Hhh….”

He tried twisting his waist, but his struggle was bound to weaken. Not only was he scared, but he also knew that resistance was futile anyway. Yeo Taejun showed no intention of stopping. Since things had reached this point, complying was the only thing he could do rather than unnecessarily angering him and suffering a harsh fate. There was no way Yeo Taejun, who was touching his skin, wouldn’t have noticed that thought.

“Good boy.”

He slowly stroked Eunhoo’s legs, which were sagging downward, with his large hand.

Yeo Taejun bent his waist and kissed Eunhoo’s parted lips. He swallowed every bit of the bursting breath and flowing saliva.

His breath was hot, and the saliva, which was thin and had no viscosity, was sweet.

“It’s not just the taste of your nipples that’s good.”

Yeo Taejun let out a breath filled with satisfaction at the fact that he had gotten his hands on an object he liked for once.

The texture touching his hands was quite decent, and there was no musty smell that usually came from men. This taste would often come to mind, making his lower half quite tense.

Yeo Taejun chuckled and languidly appreciated the body that had fallen into his clutches with a lazy gaze.

Both the soft and quite large nipples and the skin that flinched every time he touched it were clearly untouched by anyone else’s hands. His teeth felt itchy again, wanting to nibble on him.

“I’m usually not the type to be obsessed with whether it’s a woman or a man at first, but….”

He was pleased by the fact that he had never allowed this body to anyone else. A breath of contentment flowed from Yeo Taejun’s lips.

“Ah.”

He wanted to see it more closely. He violently pulled down the cumbersome pants, and upon seeing the fair legs that were revealed without a single hair, he slowly stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Yeo Taejun slowly stroked from the knees to the thighs with his fingertips.

“Haa!”

A sharp breath burst out between his delicate lips.

Eunhoo, who had only his shirt and lower underwear on by now, looked up at Yeo Taejun with tear-filled eyes. It was his last plea, but it was ignored. Just as he thought his finger caught the edge, his panties were removed with ridiculous ease. With that, Eunhoo’s lower region was laid bare.

Eunhoo’s genitals were similar in color to his nipples. They were naturally light in pigmentation. And that resembled his father.

“You have a body that’s quite good for accepting a cock.”

No matter how well one takes care of themselves, there is usually some darker pigmentation, but Eunhoo didn’t even have that.

Not all the lights in the study were turned on, so the interior wasn’t too dark. Therefore, Eunhoo’s lower region came into Yeo Taejun’s field of vision completely. Even then, he had thought that the physical secret Eunhoo felt he absolutely had to tell him was likely just a lack of pubic hair.

Yeo Taejun smiled with his eyes while taking in the pink genitals, which were clearly as untouched as his nipples.

“It’s hard for a man’s cock to look this delicious.”

Just by looking, saliva pooled in his mouth, and his lower half stood up straight.

It was when Yeo Taejun spread Eunhoo’s legs left and right to see the cutely dangling genitals in more detail. The smile that had been clinging to the corners of Yeo Taejun’s mouth vanished in an instant.

“You.”

Eunhoo froze, unable to even breathe. His mind was in tatters, and he couldn’t even think that he needed to close his legs.

“What is this.”

Below the pink cock that was becoming increasingly firm from the continued stimulation, there existed something that should naturally not be there if he were a man.

Eunhoo was on the verge of tears and unconsciously tried to close his legs, but he could not overcome Yeo Taejun’s strength. Instead, his legs were spread even wider.

“Sob.”

In an instant, Eunhoo burst into the tears he had been holding back.

It was partly because his secret, which he absolutely could not let be discovered, had been uncovered by someone else, but it was even more miserable because the person was Yeo Taejun.

That was when it happened.

Yeo Taejun, who had been staring fixedly at the lower region with a serious face, let out a short, cynical laugh.

“Ha.”

Beneath the two small testicles, there was another set of genitals. And to anyone’s eyes, that was….

“Look at this—you were hiding a pussy between your legs so coyly?”

A snake carrying poison laughed as it looked at Eunhoo.

∞ ∞ ∞

Eunhoo seemed to have lost all will to fight.

“Now that I see it, it wasn’t a white-dick, it was a white-pussy.”

Yeo Taejun stared obsessively at the vertically split labia, muttering as he fiddled with the flesh around it with his hand.

“Well, I’ll be.”

He had thought it was a losing contract, but now that he saw it, it wasn’t.