Rabbit Hole Chapter 6

Because his legs were hoisted up over Go San’s shoulders, his lower body was thrust upward even more. This meant Geumseo could see his own member rising, just as Go San said. It stood halfway and swayed. Go San grabbed it with a grin, as if he’d discovered something interesting. It was annoying and pathetic how it had stood stiff and ejaculated repeatedly last night, yet today it was playing coy. Geumseo’s member was completely swallowed and held by Go San’s large hand.

“It’s the size of a prick.”

Well, if a prick isn’t the size of a prick, is it supposed to be the size of a building? Geumseo felt wronged. Meanwhile, Go San was scratching the delicate skin between Geumseo’s testicles.

“Stop it!”

“Stop it, I don’t like it, it’s weird. Don’t you have anything else to say?”

Usually, if you hear things like that, you stop. It was just that Go San wasn’t a normal person. He fearlessly extended his hand down to the perineum, where the soft line continued. Every time his member slipped in and out, the entrance would pucker like lips and then pull back in. Suddenly, Go San had the thought that he wanted to suck on this place that looked just like lips. But unless he had two bodies, that was hard. Instead, he used his fingernails like teeth and his cock like a tongue. He pulled out with a shuck, traced and rubbed the entrance with his thick, pine-cone-shaped glans, then pushed back in and swept upward, pressing against the spot where Yang Geumseo felt pleasure as if licking the roof of his mouth with a tongue. Geumseo had no strength to resist.

“Huuu… hu….”

Go San laughed as he listened to Geumseo’s groans.

“Why. Do you think you’re going to wet yourself again?”

“No, no….”

For someone saying no, his lips and the corners of his eyes were trembling violently, as if he were suffering from a fever. Go San leaned in a bit more. He gripped his own member, which he had pulled out completely, and rubbed the inner walls as if using his tongue to smooth out his lower lip.

“Hauuu…!”

Geumseo’s knees shook uncontrollably. Go San, cackling with laughter, was a villain if there ever was one. Soon, Go San pushed the legs he had draped over his shoulders even further apart, as if opening scissors. He forced his way into the partially opened entrance and pushed all the way to the end he had kept open until now. In his devious heart, which harbored the thought of one day shoving himself all the way in there, he had already forgotten about things like shortening his own record.

“Hua, hu, ah!”

The whimpering sounds were pathetic and cute. They sounded like squeaks. With himself fully inserted, Go San slowly rotated his waist, as if winding himself around the inside. He didn’t wait for Geumseo to regain his senses; he pulled back out, then pushed in—fast this time, slow the next—tossing Yang Geumseo around this way and that.

“Huck! Ah! Ah!”

It was the limit. Geumseo wrapped his arms around his own lower abdomen. Because he had been drinking, his bladder point was already sensitive, and having something like a baby’s leg digging and prodding at it made it impossible to hold out. On top of that, the sickening chill that felt like his insides were being pulled out every time he withdrew added fuel to the urge to urinate. Geumseo twitched between his legs, desperately trying to hold it in.

“Ah, dammit, this is killer.”

Thanks to that, his already tight insides became even stickier. It was a perfect fit that left even Go San, who had played around as much as anyone, dumbfounded. To stop Geumseo’s legs from constantly drawing inward, Go San grabbed his pelvis and pressed his thumbs into his groin.

“No, no! Don’t, ha, don’t!”

Geumseo started to cry. He scratched the backs of Go San’s hands hard, and tried to turn his body to the side, somehow moving his legs. That was a mistake. Go San was still embedded inside him like a stake, and because he had twisted his body by force, his cock spun around inside, scraping the inner walls thoroughly.

“Huck…!”

Along with Geumseo’s distant moan, a sound like shhh came from between the hands Geumseo had wrapped around himself. Perhaps because he’d had a lot to drink, something clear and watery spilled out in a stream. Go San declared firmly.

“See. I told you you’d wet yourself.”

“Huck. Sob…. I, I want to die….”

“Why would you die over something like this.”

Go San didn’t wait. His claims of being so obsessed with cleanliness must have been a total lie. He shoved the sheets up roughly, and even though the liquid was still trickling out, he thrust in—thud, thud. His body, drained of strength from the despondency and shame, softly swallowed Go San’s member. Go San kept one of Geumseo’s legs between his own to pin it down and continued to thrust while maintaining the scissor-like position.

“Huung, hung, huck, stop. Stop it… Ah! I’m… still… sob….”

He couldn’t even say he was cumming. The shame was entirely Yang Geumseo’s portion. Go San, thinking he was being considerate in his own way, stopped hitting the wrong spots and thrust only into the points that felt good, which allowed Geumseo to progress from involuntary urination to actual ejaculation.

“Huooooong….”

For some reason, he was crying even more sorrowfully than when he had wet himself.

“Dammit, this is it!”

Seeing the face crying so miserably that tears and snot were streaming down, Go San shouted in ecstasy.

“You, you’re not even… a human being… huck. Huong.”

Well, that much was true. Go San didn’t really mind; instead, he picked up the pace. They say there is a fall at the end of an ejaculation, but every time Go San stabbed at his rear, the pleasure that was meant to fade away slightly dropped, then surged even higher, repeating the cycle. The fall and the rise amplified the pleasure tenfold. Geumseo couldn’t even grip the sheets and cried out in gasps. In the midst of that, Go San lunged at Geumseo’s face and ejaculated.

His lower lip was amazing, but his upper lip was just as incredible. His lips, swollen more from crying, were worth biting into. Since Yang Geumseo was biting his own thing down below, he intended to bite his face up top. Every time he gnawed, Geumseo scratched at his chest as if in revenge. No, he tried to scratch. He couldn’t even do that properly and just scratched at his nipples, so Go San giggled and actually thrust his chest out more, telling him to do it more. Overcome with irritation, Geumseo cried even more pitifully. For Go San, it was the best. Go San grabbed the face of Geumseo, who was trying to turn his head away, and held it firmly so he couldn’t avoid him.

“Haha. Disgusting.”

Even after calling him disgusting, Go San didn’t pull away; instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked up the tears. People said he was like a shark, and sure enough, his tongue felt rough like shark skin. Geumseo’s weeping was gradually stifled by Go San’s actions.

“…You’re so obsessed with being clean, so why do you do this so dirtily?”

Geumseo, sniffling, said this while rubbing his cheek, which was wet not with tears but with tongue marks. Go San stopped abruptly, stood by the side of the bed, dangling that baby-leg thing.

“Is there anyone who does this cleanly?”

“……”

“Your thoughts are transparent, so transparent.”

Go San, having mocked him openly, grabbed the sheet and whipped it away. Geumseo rolled over to the side. He guessed it was over now. He laid facedown and didn’t lift his head. It was because he felt like giggling out of relief. He had a certain premonition that if he laughed, Go San would insist on doing more. Go San could never stand to see him in a comfortable state.

Go San, who had gone to run the laundry, returned with a bottle of water in his hand. He tossed the one he’d half-emptied right next to Geumseo. Geumseo, who had been lying facedown on the bare mattress, lifted his head, startled by the plastic bottle that had landed precisely in front of his eyes.

“You seem to think Go Eunha does it cleanly, but that bastard is worse. What are you doing? Spread your legs. It’s not over yet.”

He said this looking at Geumseo, who had sleepy eyes. Spread what? That was rich, coming from the guy who had been tearing his legs apart like a pair of scissors until just now. Geumseo shook his head and spoke as sensibly as he could.

“No. I’m done.”

“What are you talking about? Your body is all loosened up now.”

“I’m so loose I can’t do anything.”

“What were you doing just a moment ago?”

Tossing him around, spreading him, and shoving himself in—of course, Go San had done all the work…. Still, Geumseo shook his head and brought a pillow over to cover his front. It was pathetic. Go San chuckled and snatched the pillow away in one motion. Then he smiled tenderly.

“I ran a bath on the way here, so let’s do it in there.”

“I don’t want to. I’ll catch a cold….”

“Idiots don’t catch colds.”

“Am I an idiot?”

“Have you ever caught a cold?”

He hadn’t. Geumseo pressed his lips shut. What was he going to do if he had? But Go San didn’t give him a chance to lie. Looking truly refreshed as if his body had loosened up, he hoisted Geumseo over his shoulder with a cheerful attitude. The body resisting the flow was firm and strong. No matter how much Geumseo tried to escape, he couldn’t stop him.

“Then just two more times. I’m the one moving anyway. You just stay still.”

There were no lies in his words, but he felt like he was being massively deceived. As Geumseo struggled further, he got a firm smack on the buttocks. Even though he had controlled his strength, the guy’s hands were so large that the sound was loud. Geumseo’s member, startled, twitched and rubbed against Go San’s chest. Go San giggled and gave it a slight tug.

“S-stop it.”