Hazardous Concentration Chapter 35

The erect phallus was thrust into the narrow opening without a moment’s hesitation. While fluid had been flowing from the hole, it wasn’t enough.

The hard glans dug into the delicate vaginal opening as if to crush it. Instinctively, Eunhoo thrashed to escape from beneath, but the stronger the resistance, the more forcibly he was pressed down by the weight pinning him.

Is this what it feels like to be poked with a fire poker? Even when masturbating, he had only ever fondled his phallus and never even thought to put something into that lower place. There was no way he wouldn’t feel pain when something the size of a forearm was thrusting into such a spot.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts.”

“Ha, fuck. You’re tight as hell.”

The entrance had loosened up quite a bit from the repeated stimulation, but the inside was not the same. Faced with the crushing pressure that squeezed him tightly, Yeo Taejun let out a hot breath and forcibly shoved his phallus into the interior that was rejecting the intrusion.

Thwack!

The moment the glans was fully embedded inside, it sounded as if something had snapped deep within.

“Huck!”

As soon as Eunhoo parted his lips in agony, Yeo Taejun’s phallus dug even deeper. Eunhoo clutched his stomach with trembling hands. It was unlikely that the pain would disappear just by doing that, but he felt he wouldn’t be able to endure it if he didn’t.

The sensation of his pelvis being spread apart was horrific, and it felt as if all his internal organs were being shoved upward. Every time the massive stake pounded inside him, it hurt so much he would rather lose consciousness, but he couldn’t even do that. It felt as if his insides were being twisted.

Yeo Taejun grabbed his hips and began to move slowly.

“Ha.”

Yeo Taejun, who had been frowning with his brow furrowed, gripped Eunhoo’s phallus—which had gone limp—as he whispered into the inner wall that was squeezing his own phallus painfully.

“In your pussy, huff, loosen up a bit, will you?”

Bright red blood and pre-ejaculate were tangled together, flowing down from the opening that was stretched to its limit. Seeing that, a strange gleam appeared in Yeo Taejun’s eyes. It was fascinating enough that he had a pussy, but he was also dutifully leaking fluid, and above all….

“You.”

Yeo Taejun thrust his hips upward once more. Something he had been touching with the tip of his phallus since a moment ago made him pause.

Yeo Taejun’s face, which had been overflowing with composure, turned subtle.

“Is this… a uterus?”

Half-doubting, he pulled his phallus out and thrust it back in with a thwack.

“Ha? Having a pussy is fascinating enough, but you even have a uterus.”

“Eek!”

Eunhoo shrieked as his deep interior was prodded.

“Interesting. If I keep ejaculating in here, would pregnancy be possible?”

He figured that if it functioned properly, it wasn’t an entirely outrageous thought. At the same time, Yeo Taejun’s hip movements accelerated.

“Want to get pregnant?”

Until now, Yeo Taejun had never even brought up the word ‘pregnancy,’ even as a joke. But in this moment, he imagined Eunhoo with his belly roundly swollen from carrying his child. It didn’t feel entirely unpleasant.

Conversely, Eunhoo dropped tears with a face gripped by terror. He had felt it since before—it was the perfect face to make someone cry. Large and clear, it stirred up dark, murky desires.

“I, I don’t….”

“Why not? I think it would be quite cute.”

He imagined Eunhoo waddling around, clutching a belly swollen large from carrying his seed.

If he had a child, he’d have to keep him by his side for the rest of his life, wouldn’t he? He didn’t have much attachment to people, but he did have a sense of responsibility.

Would a child born of Joo Eunhoo be as clear-eyed and cute? His head spun at the thought.

“It’s a bit… no, quite arousing.”

“No. No.”

Eunhoo shook his head, weeping.

Yeo Taejun twisted his jaw as he looked at Eunhoo, who was looking up at him with tear-filled eyes.

He squeezed his raw phallus with all his might against the wet mucosa. Letting out a short moan, Yeo Taejun hurried the thrusts.

His movements became even more savage.

Press. Thwack, thwack!

“Please, slowly, ugh!”

Eunhoo pleaded, barely able to catch his breath as he choked.

“Sure. Huff.”

Only his tone was gentle; his actions were anything but.

Squish.

Amidst the pain, strangely enough, the vaginal opening that held his phallus pulsed and greedily sucked on the firmly erect mass of flesh. His lower abdomen felt heavy, and his belly swelled up. Eunhoo’s phallus, which had been hard until moments ago, had lost its strength and hung limp.

“Ugh.”

The feeling of being filled to the brim made his stomach feel heavy again, triggering a gag reflex. When Eunhoo repeatedly displayed signs of nausea, he heard a low click of the tongue. He hadn’t expected him to know how to move his hips, but he was far too clumsy. That was cute, but it didn’t help in the current situation.

“If it’s too hard, rub your clitoris or something.”

However, Eunhoo couldn’t follow that instruction. Seeing his expression of not knowing what he meant, Yeo Taejun took Eunhoo’s hand, his face deathly pale, and brought it down. He guided it to the spot that had hardened again from the impact of the insertion, but was subtly darker in color than the labia minora.

“Rub here.”

He placed his hand on the clitoris, above the area of junction. Eunhoo recoiled in shock, shaking off his hand and shaking his head violently.

Why make such a fuss over something like this.

“There’s a lot to teach you.”

Yeo Taejun chuckled and thrust his angry phallus in deep. It was such a deep union that the coarse pubic hair pressed tightly against the perineum.

“Huu.”

Tears brimming with heat streamed down Eunhoo’s eyes. Whether it was due to the pain or some other reason, it was impossible to tell. His legs thrashed. Annoyed by that, Yeo Taejun lifted both of Eunhoo’s legs up. Then, he began to hammer his hips in earnest.

“Ugh, ugh. Ah!”

At the violently rough hip movements, Eunhoo wailed, clutching his belly that had swollen into the shape of the monstrous phallus.

Thwack, thwack. The hard phallus mashed and tore at his inner flesh as if it were determined to ransack and destroy the very inside of his womb.

“Ah, hhh. Fuck.”

While Eunhoo seemed out of his mind, Yeo Taejun let out a pleasant cry. He drove his thick phallus in to the root and drained the last of his semen. Eunhoo’s legs, held vertically, trembled incessantly.

“Huff.”

Yeo Taejun pushed back the hair that had fallen over his forehead and enjoyed the lingering effects of his ejaculation. Even after climaxing, he continued to rub his coarse hair against the smooth flesh for a while before pulling out.

Squish, suck.

His raw phallus, drenched in vaginal fluids, was revealed. Yeo Taejun’s eyes turned toward between his legs. The vaginal opening, which had been ruthlessly pounded until just a moment ago, was red and agape, looking pitiful. White fluid dripped from between the lips.

Soon after, Yeo Taejun’s gaze reached lower than that. He licked his lips as he looked at the back door, which was wrapped in wrinkles, unlike the wide-open pussy above. Then, he slowly stroked the folds of the anus with his thumb. A deep madness shimmered in his handsome eyes.

“Next time, let’s eat cock with this. I’ll cherish you until you’re out of your mind.”

A chilling prophecy echoed, but Eunhoo couldn’t hear it, as he was in a semi-conscious state. His arms went limp, thinking it was all over.

The thought that it was over was a delusion. The act in the study had been merely the starting signal.

Whenever Eunhoo fell asleep, Yeo Taejun would slap his cheeks to wake him and continue the act until the sun came up. When Eunhoo regained his senses, the location had changed. He was on the bed, receiving his phallus while on all fours. His inner walls, having been pounded so much, received the phallus without difficulty.

“Haa. Ha. Ugh….”

He no longer had to thrash in pain as his body stretched, but this time, his repeatedly rubbed inner walls were burning with soreness.

Because his lower region was so achey, Eunhoo let out sharp breaths and shed tears. Eventually, he became so exhausted that he instinctively tried to crawl forward to escape, but his waist was caught and he was dragged back. Then, he was pounded even more violently. Eunhoo sobbed and let his upper body collapse.

His buttocks, gripped by Yeo Taejun, were crushed beneath his hands.

At that, Eunhoo flinched, and as soon as he drew a breath, a hot stream was poured into his interior. With his hard back muscles faintly twitching, Yeo Taejun enjoyed the lingering effects of the repeated ejaculations.

Drip.

No sooner was his phallus pulled out than white fluid ran down his thighs. There were handprints imprinted like tattoos on Eunhoo’s white buttocks, which had been grabbed and tormented until just moments ago.

His sweat-drenched body collapsed onto the bed, limp. It felt as if every muscle in his body had vanished. He was so exhausted he didn’t even have the strength to close his mouth.