The New Groom Chapter 23

Joo Seungchan, having inserted his knee to force his legs apart, squeezed his fair buttocks hard. He grabbed the soft flesh that clung to his palms like dough, kneading and pulling it wide, and stared at the tightly closed, reddish hole as if licking it. Even though it had been overworked two days ago, there wasn’t a single scratch. Thanks to being meticulously loosened up that day, it was as cutely and tightly closed as it had been the first time. Unable to bear it any longer, he tapped the hole with the head of his penis, causing the buttocks to clench tightly.

“Damn it…”

Swallowing his saliva, Joo Seungchan hurriedly overturned the desk. He smeared hand cream onto the hole and tossed the tube aside. His fingers pushed into the hole, which had melted into a sticky mess of cream and bodily fluids.

Lee Jeongrok realized that there was no way to stop this anymore. He rested his arms on the desk, bent over, and throwing all shame to the wind, he sobbed. Joo Seungchan ruffled his hair as if to soothe him.

“This time, seriously, seriously I’ll only come just once, okay?”

“…Ugh, h-hic.”

“I promise, really.”

Grabbing his butt cheeks with both hands and pulling them wide, he aligned his glans with the hole. However, the tightly tensed hole wouldn’t open easily. Anxious, Joo Seungchan breathed hard enough to make his chest heave and slowly pried his way into the hole. As he pushed in slowly and persistently, the tightly clenched inner flesh gradually swallowed his penis.

The thick organ, which felt impossible to handle, forcibly stretched the inside and pressed down on his belly. Lee Jeongrok rubbed his forehead against the desk, holding his breath. It felt worlds apart from Saturday, when there had been drinking, water, vomiting, and all sorts of things. The sensation of the hole being stretched and the penis pushing in was undeniably vivid.

It was an uncomfortably bright morning, it being only 9 o’clock. This was the office desk where he worked every day. Right there, he was baring his buttocks to a man and accepting his penis. Hot tears flowed down his cheeks.

“You damn, haa…”

Having pushed his penis in all the way, Joo Seungchan exhaled and hugged Lee Jeongrok tightly. He rubbed his face against his back, unable to contain his pleasure. The sensation of his face and nose rubbing vigorously against his suit jacket was transmitted clearly.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

For a moment, Lee Jeongrok thought he was the one who had said that. Shockingly, that shameless phrase had been uttered by Joo Seungchan. He muttered it while almost melting, his eyes closed in pleasure.

“Why on earth are you doing this to me?”

“You crazy…”

Knock, knock.

Lee Jeongrok, who was about to spew curses, flinched and clamped his mouth shut. Someone knocked on the office door. Utterly startled, as if burned by fire, Lee Jeongrok whipped his head around. As his tense body contracted and squeezed the penis, Joo Seungchan groaned.

“Ack, ouch, it hurts. My cock’s going to get cut off, Young Master. Relax your…”

“Pull… pull it out! You crazy bastard!”

Stifling his voice, Lee Jeongrok struggled, hitting Joo Seungchan wildly. Joo Seungchan smirked, held him tightly without a gap, and pulled his penis half out before thrusting it back in with all his might. Lee Jeongrok convulsed silently, like a fish hooked on a spear. He dug his fingernails into Joo Seungchan’s arm, where muscles were bulging with tension, and bit his lip. As the penis thrust in repeatedly, the sounds of flesh colliding and the metal of the belt clashing were heard explicitly.

“Fuck, you’re clenching so hard, haa… Ngh, ah, good, fuck…”

“Ngh… ugh…!”

“Ngh. I, ngh, damn it, Young Master, hnut.”

The thick shaft of flesh moved in and out frantically. It mercilessly pierced the tightly tensed inner wall and poked deep inside. Joo Seungchan buried his nose in his nape, closed his eyes tight, and thrust his hips rapidly. His body trembled as if convulsing from the rapturously strong pleasure. Holding the small body squirming in his arms and his wet, sweat-soaked hands gripping his forearms felt maddeningly good. He wrapped both arms around his upper body to keep Lee Jeongrok, who thrashed every time he burrowed inside, from moving, and thrust hard.

Knock, knock.

“Excuse me… E-Executive Director. I’ve brought the coffee.”

Secretary Yoon’s timid voice came from beyond the door. It wasn’t a thin door, but Lee Jeongrok covered his mouth with both hands. However, he couldn’t stop the loud, wet sound of flesh slapping together.

“Executive Director?”

At the call again, Lee Jeongrok, finally broken, looked back at Joo Seungchan, crying. His eyes, shimmering with tears, shook as if pleading. When their eyes met, it was as if Joo Seungchan had been struck by lightning. As if electrocuted by an unbearable current, a thrilling pleasure surged from his lower back up to the back of his head. He thrust his penis in as if to ram even his testicles in. He forcibly dug into the flesh that was wriggling and contracting, carving a path to a depth he couldn’t even imagine. He buried his penis there and shuddered.

As he ejaculated until it overflowed, the inner wall clung to him stickily, sucking in every last drop. Joo Seungchan, who had even broken a sweat from his intense concentration, collapsed, hugging Lee Jeongrok against the desk. His vision darkened as pleasure churned through his brain. He had ejaculated so lavishly on Saturday, and on Sunday he had masturbated several times while thinking of the previous night, yet semen came out again.

“Executive Direc…”

“Damn it!”

Joo Seungchan suddenly cursed at the persistent calling from beyond the door. Lee Jeongrok in his arms was startled and froze. Joo Seungchan, sitting up, shouted at the door.

“Secretary Yoon, do you have nothing to do? I’m fucking busy here, so just go away, you bastard. You damn idiot, you have no sense of timing, damn it.”

“I-I-I-I am terribly sorry.”

Scared out of his wits by the thunderous roar, Secretary Yoon left only a single apology and fled in a hurry. However, Lee Jeongrok could no longer be aware of Secretary Yoon. He had already completely lost his mind when the hot semen was poured inside him. Lee Jeongrok, his neck flushed bright red, muttered blankly.

“Again, again… you did it inside again.”

Having chased away Secretary Yoon, Joo Seungchan contentedly savored the lingering feeling. Only after fully enjoying the climax did he pull his penis out. He pulled it halfway out, then pushed it back in, and after pulling it all the way out, he thrust it back in again. The hole that had swallowed his penis was so appetizing that he was reluctant to leave. As he inserted and pulled it out like that several times, the semen he had ejaculated inside flowed out in streams.

“Haa… it wouldn’t do to do it one more time, would it?”

Joo Seungchan rubbed his nose bridge vigorously against his nape.

“It wouldn’t, right? Executive Director, you have to work, right? You’re fucking busy, right? Ngh, damn it…”

Even while saying that, Joo Seungchan could not easily back away. He kept rubbing his penis between his thighs. The hot mass of flesh, which had not yet lost its hardness, slipped several times through his legs where bodily fluids had become sticky, and eventually erected again. But in the end, he backed off. He pulled out a tissue, wiped his penis clean, and straightened his clothes.

Lee Jeongrok, completely drained of energy, couldn’t move an inch, staying in the position with his buttocks pushed back and his face buried in the desk, let alone getting dressed. Just then, the office door swung open with a bang. He jumped and slid down to the floor. It was Joo Seungchan. He poked his head out the door and called Secretary Yoon in a loud voice.

“Secretary Yoon! Bring the coffee!”

“Y-you crazy… crazy bastard…”

Lee Jeongrok dragged his legs, which felt as limp as taffy, and scrambled behind the desk in a hurry.

Secretary Yoon, who had been hovering near the desk in the distance, ran like a bullet and brought the coffee. Joo Seungchan, who had received the coffee and closed the door, opened his eyes wide. In the brief moment he had looked away, Lee Jeongrok had disappeared without a trace. It was only after approaching the front of the desk that he could find Lee Jeongrok hiding underneath. He was covering his mouth with his pants and underwear tangled around his ankles.

“Ha, damn it, what are you doing here? You’re acting cute.”

Joo Seungchan laughed ‘kyakya’ and set the coffee cup on the desk.

“Don’t keep acting provocatively, Young Master. If you don’t want to receive my cock again, put your pants on quickly.”

Joo Seungchan, who had moved leisurely to the window, opened it wide. A damp and sultry air rushed in.

Only after checking that the door was closed did Lee Jeongrok gingerly raise his head above the desk and stand up awkwardly. While trembling, he wiped the area between his legs and his buttocks roughly with wet wipes. He wanted to finish it and get dressed as quickly as possible, but every time he relaxed, semen leaked from the hole. He had no choice but to put his fingers inside. Semen poured out in a rush, wetting his fingers.

“You fucking bastard, really.”