Rabbit Hole Chapter 7

Geumseo let out another whimpering sound. There shouldn’t have been anything left to come out, but he felt like it was going to again, so he had to clench his buttocks tight. In the meantime, they were in the bathroom. Geumseo reached out a hand into the air, but the door closed pointlessly thanks to Go San’s foot.

“You looked good with this scent. I’m going to make sure you’re pickled in it today.”

The scent of the shower gel that Geumseo had been sniffing and saying was nice an hour and a half ago was thick in the bathroom. Go San’s eyes sparkled as he placed Geumseo into the bathtub. The floor was slippery, making it impossible to stand up. It did smell nice, but unlike a moment ago, it didn’t register in his brain.

Soon after, Go San also climbed into the bathtub, which was larger than the one in Geumseo’s bathroom. As a man who was stronger and faster in water than in air, he snatched Geumseo up and brought him between his legs.

“First, once facing each other, and then once with your back to me. Okay?”

“No-kay….”

Trembling, Geumseo protested with a word that didn’t even exist in the world. No-kay…. Go San was momentarily dumbfounded. That he would say just anything even in a situation like this was truly… typical of Yang Geumseo.

However, Go San soon saw Geumseo’s armpits, smooth and devoid of any body hair, and his eyes lit up. He made a proposal regarding the parts glistening, wet with soapy water.

“Or, once clamped in your armpits, and then once with your back to me.”

He had thought there was no way to be more horrified, but that had been a mistake. Go San caught Geumseo as he tried to jump up, grabbing the edge of the tub. There hadn’t even been a need to snatch him; Geumseo had slipped on his own. Go San, having prepared in advance, caught him safely. Yang Geumseo was already a mouse in his hands. Go San caressed his chest, enjoying the taste of the nipples catching on his fingers, and licked Geumseo’s ear. Even his ear tasted savory. Regardless, he was a funny guy. Even while thinking that, Go San’s member was steadily hardening.

“You’re all rested, right?”

Did he think that Geumseo, an ordinary person, was the same as himself, an athlete? Geumseo tried to escape again, but it was futile, and he was caught right back. This time he was caught properly and slammed down entirely.

“Augh-ah!”

Whether Geumseo was letting out a whimper or a scream, Go San was only excited by the softly parted lower lip and the resilient, tightening insides.

∞ ∞ ∞

There are many mistakes in Yang Geumseo’s life. He wasn’t lucky, either. Honestly speaking, it didn’t seem like he was very bright. A brain that gets good grades is different from a brain that prevents you from stumbling, avoids traps, and allows you to learn many lessons from even small mistakes. So, was it because of the mistake of liking a hyung he had known for a long time that he ended up making such a massive mistake again?

With a pale face, Geumseo looked at the back of the person sleeping facedown next to him. There were clear nail marks on the broad back—which would take four and a half to five spans even if he stretched his hand out as wide as possible—and the angry muscles. There were even bite marks on his shoulder. Geumseo looked at the features hidden by hair that had grown a bit long, covering his neck with loosely faded curls, then squeezed his eyes shut.

Lying stiff as a log, he let his head, which he had barely managed to keep upright, flop down. It was a face that resembled Go Unha, whom he liked so, so much, but he didn’t feel a flutter of excitement at all.

His heart was pounding, yes. But it felt more like terror. No, it was definitely terror. It had hurt when he thought the person was Unha-hyung, but knowing it was Go San made it feel even more painful. He wanted to endure it, but he felt so sorrowful. Geumseo opened his eyes wide and strained, but thanks to that, tears came even more easily. He started sniffling and crying. Below, it hurt so much. Was he torn? He should touch and check. It had been agonizingly painful the first time they did it, but this time, he was certain he was torn. If he didn’t check, his fear would surely only grow.

However, the moment Geumseo moved his hand down to wiggle and touch between his buttocks, Go San let out a long sigh.

“Do you want to stay still after getting hit?”

“…”

“Don’t be annoying and stay still.”

“…”

So Geumseo couldn’t move a muscle and had to remain like that for about another hour. During that time, his fear of his lower parts grew even larger. It was the same even after the pain had subsided to a degree. Furthermore, the presence of that certain energy he felt the more Go San tossed and turned, resting an arm on his body and sticking close to his side…… due to the presence of Go San’s cock, which had become even more exaggerated, monstrous, and ridiculous in his head, Geumseo’s sorrow grew even more.

When Go San finally woke up, Geumseo was seriously contemplating giving up on humanity. He had reached the limit of his bladder, to the point where he wanted to abandon even his social status, which was barely there to begin with. So, he seized the moment when Go San stretched his body out wide to yawn, and swiftly escaped the bed. He didn’t even notice where he was.

‘I, I almost pissed myself.’

He didn’t know if his thighs trembling was due to the pain or the pleasure of relieving the urge he had been holding back, or if it was because he had been through so much. Geumseo wiggled his toes, finished his business, and while washing his hands, finally managed to touch his own hole.

“It didn’t tear…?”

It was just a guess. For now, it looked fine. Of course, the fact that it stung sharply even if he just brought his hand near it hadn’t changed, but Geumseo felt a shudder of relief.

Just then, the door swung open. Go San walked in, running his hands through his hair with half-closed eyes, seen through the mirror. On his pale, almost white skin, the nail marks and bite marks he had left were hanging like medals. Without even thinking about his own state, Geumseo thought it was a miracle he hadn’t died at Go San’s hands, considering how hard he had scratched him.

“…”

But as if it didn’t matter who was there, Go San didn’t even pretend to see him, and Go San’s member, which he was using to do his business while naked, was, unfortunately, exactly as he had imagined in his head. It wasn’t an exaggeration. The cock he saw in the light was even more monstrous and ridiculous. It was different from Geumseo’s own pale pink, soft thing. If he were hit in the cheek with that, he would definitely get a bruise as if he’d been slapped.

Go San, who had been leaning sideways with his arms against the tiles, lifted his head at the gaze he felt.

“Are you sleeping while standing?”

Even though they were the same age, Go San acted as unreservedly as if he were twelve years his senior. Geumseo politely clasped his hands to cover his lower parts. He seemed unaware that that only made it draw more attention. Go San’s impression was that he had already seen everything there was to see and even knew where the moles were, so he was doing all that fuss for nothing.

Because Go San moved to wash his hands, Geumseo was trapped between Go San and the bathtub, unable to move an inch. Go San, who was washing his hands for a long time, perhaps on purpose, looked at Geumseo’s side profile in the mirror and said:

“Wash up and come out. Make it squeaky clean.”

He had said he would only do it twice, yet he acted as if he had never said such a thing and rolled around on the bed again. The time they spent to the fullest in the bathroom had been for nothing. Looking at the semen flowing like saliva, drip, drip, Go San had said, “Since you came so much, there’s nothing left to come out,” then added, “You need to eat something like eel,” which horrified Geumseo.

Go San, who had been staring blankly at Geumseo, grabbed his member firmly with the hand Geumseo was using to cover his important parts.

“Ow!”

“You’re cute.”

Go San looked joyful as he left. He didn’t even close the door. Geumseo fumed at having been unable to offer a single resistance. Cu-cute? Of course he would be. Compared to that thing of Go San’s, his own was on the pretty side. It wasn’t because of the size. Still, Geumseo didn’t argue and just quietly closed the door and locked it.

∞ ∞ ∞

As Geumseo came out after washing, the naked Go San whipped past him. He picked out his own clothes from the pile on the floor that had been discarded like a molted skin and threw them into the laundry room. Go San, who had stopped by another room, was holding new clothes in his hands. Watching him put on sweatpants without even wearing underwear, Geumseo hesitated before finally speaking up.

“Where are my clothes…? Are they still not dry?”

Go San bent over and tossed one of the clothes that had been on the floor. He caught it instinctively, but they weren’t Geumseo’s clothes. Still, he couldn’t stay like this, so he had no choice but to put them on. Geumseo sniffed at the hem of the clothes, which had a unique scent—a mix of a slight antiseptic smell and perfume. It was certainly different from Go Unha, who always smelled only of clean soap.

Seeing Geumseo burying his nose in the hem of the clothes, Go San smirked.

“Do you use the same perfume as Unha-hyung?”

“Dammit, is it the same perfume? I should throw it away right now.”

As if it wasn’t a joke, Go San really went into the room, brought the perfume bottle, and threw it into the trash can. It seemed his irritation still hadn’t subsided. With a sharp scowl, he turned back to look at Geumseo.