My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 115

In an instant, the position was reversed. Jung Pureum, bracing himself on the bed with his hands, gazed spellbound at Moon Yeonghwa climbing on top of him.

“Get your cock nice and hard. I’ll put it in myself…”

I can’t believe this.

Moon Yeonghwa, half out of his mind as he grabbed Jung Pureum’s cock, was extraordinary in many ways. Jung Pureum couldn’t remember doing anything particularly good, but the alpha god seemed to be smiling broadly and giving him a pre-wedding event for no reason at all.

Moon Yeonghwa held Jung Pureum’s member and shook it a few times. Touching it directly like this, it was clear why the condoms he had ordered wouldn’t fit. The feel of it in hand was different from when it was inside the body.

Spreading himself open below, lowering himself from above to swallow the stiffly erect organ. In theory it didn’t seem that difficult, but the thick glans kept slipping without penetrating the opening.

“Just the insertion… I’ll put it in…”

“Huff, ugh… stay still. I’ll, ugh… do it myself.”

“Can’t you just let me put it in?”

“No.”

“Please…”

It was no use even when Jung Pureum whined and coaxed Moon Yeonghwa by pretending to be weak. Moon Yeonghwa threatened him to stay still even if he moved just a little.

If this is what hyung meant by taking responsibility, I’d rather he didn’t take responsibility…

Jung Pureum, who had suddenly been demoted to a position of torture, swallowed his tears internally. His cock was painfully hard with arousal, but Moon Yeonghwa simply couldn’t swallow it.

“I’ll really just put it in and, ugh… stay still…”

Several pleas followed. Moon Yeonghwa, heated with excitement, let Jung Pureum’s begging to just let him put it in go in one ear and out the other.

Pre-cum and natural lubrication mixed together, making everything slick below. Slowly spreading the opening and lowering himself onto the tip of the cock, the thick glans pushed firmly into the narrow entrance.

Even before half of it was in, his lower abdomen burned from the angle. Moon Yeonghwa breathed heavily and slowly. He had confidently declared he would put it in himself, but actually lowering himself all the way down was difficult.

Expectation and fear of the pleasure to come were paradoxically intertwined. The feeling would be good, of course. But the problem was what came after. He didn’t trust himself to move properly.

Moon Yeonghwa placed his hands on Jung Pureum’s abdomen and moved slowly. As a result, only Jung Pureum underneath was suffering. Whenever he tried to reach out even slightly, Moon Yeonghwa sharply slapped his hand away.

“I said, huff… I’ll, do it, myself, ha, ugh…”

As much as he had said he’d do a good job as a dildo, this was too much.

Jung Pureum watched Moon Yeonghwa, who was only nibbling at the tip of his cock. He could see Moon Yeonghwa carefully moving to find a spot that felt right for himself.

Since it was his first time in this position, he was probably instinctively holding back.

Out of sheer mischief, Jung Pureum reached out again.

“Hyung…”

“Ah, ugh… ugh, uh-huh…”

Grabbing Moon Yeonghwa’s pelvis without warning and pulling him down from above, his body, unable to resist the grip, sank all the way down.

His mind flashed as if someone had branded him with electricity. Moon Yeonghwa collapsed half-sprawled over Jung Pureum’s body, gasping.

“Good thing I put the condom on. Hyung, you keep coming…”

“Huff, my, ugh, my stomach hurts…”

The sensation of the cock penetrating was more vivid than when he was on top. Because it had suddenly pushed in, the tightly closed interior opened up and his lower abdomen throbbed.

Moon Yeonghwa trembled from the overwhelming pleasure crashing over him. He didn’t even remember when he had come. They hadn’t used any gel, but below was flooded with fluids as if there had been a downpour.

Once he had broken the rule of staying still, everything after that was easier. Jung Pureum began to move with the mindset that since he was going to get scolded anyway, he might as well get scolded for more.

Every time he thrust his hips up from below, Moon Yeonghwa instinctively moved along to keep his balance. The tight interior quickly softened, and the insertion deepened little by little.

As Jung Pureum silently stirred inside him, Moon Yeonghwa’s head kept falling back. Every time he was struck inside, his toes curled. It wasn’t even his heat cycle, but the pleasure was more intense than usual.

“Hyung likes… riding, and squeezing…”

Jung Pureum was also in agony in his own way. The tightly contracting inner walls clung to his cock and wouldn’t let go.

The grip grew tighter with each slow push. Below was slippery and wet with lubrication, but inside was like a swamp. It was so slick that the more he pushed in, the harder it became to pull out.

“I, ugh… ugh, uh, I’m going to, get down, ah, ugh, get, get me down…”

“You don’t like this position anymore?”

“Ugh, it’s hard, hard…”

You said you’d ride and move, and now it’s hard.

Even amid all this, Jung Pureum worried about Moon Yeonghwa’s stamina. Even when he grabbed his arms and helped him sit up, Moon Yeonghwa kept pitching forward every time Jung Pureum thrust up—it was really a problem.

But Moon Yeonghwa felt wronged. Anyone would lose their posture if they were being pounded with this much force. Unlike an alpha athlete with a strong core, Moon Yeonghwa was just an ordinary self-employed person who didn’t have much time to exercise.

On top of that, every time Jung Pureum thrust inside, a splashing sound could be heard. He had no idea how much fluid he had leaked.

He thought it was all the way in, but every time the cock moved, it felt like it was digging deeper. Moon Yeonghwa couldn’t tell whether it was because of the position or if it was actually getting bigger.

His lower abdomen kept whining. He felt like it shouldn’t go any deeper, but he didn’t have the presence of mind to put that into words.

The organ that had half slipped out thrust back in with a jab. Moon Yeonghwa curled his body and just panted for breath. He clawed with his nails asking for a position change, but his short nails couldn’t leave so much as a scratch on Jung Pureum’s robust body.

Jung Pureum pulled Moon Yeonghwa, who had gone limp on top of him, into an embrace. He had come once during insertion, and though he hadn’t ejaculated, it seemed he had experienced a mild climax just now.

It was surprising that a body that felt this much could go around taking medicine to suppress heat cycles.

The tightly stretched lower area clamped down on his cock. Not just the inside but even the joining part contracted, squeezing his member. Jung Pureum let out a sigh-like moan.

The stimulation was too much. Even without the imprint, it wasn’t easy to pull his member out of the soft interior.

“Hyung, sit up a little.”

“Huff, uh-huh…”

“At this rate, I can’t pull my cock out.”

“Just, do it…”

“Really?”

“We’re getting married anyway…”

And it was obvious it wouldn’t end with just one round.

Moon Yeonghwa now knew Jung Pureum’s pattern. Even if he passed out, Jung Pureum would just say “Oh no…” with his mouth and then definitely push his cock in again under the pretext of cleaning up.

Now Jung Pureum did everything even when told not to. It was because he knew Moon Yeonghwa would still let him get away with it. Jung Pureum was sharp enough to exploit his position as the cute one.

So what was the point of pulling out now?

In his hazy consciousness, Moon Yeonghwa erased the phrase “healthy adult sex is no condom, no sex.” Ah, we’re getting married soon anyway, so what…

Thanks to Moon Yeonghwa, only Jung Pureum was excited. The word “marriage” was a truly wonderful word in Jung Pureum’s mind.

I can’t believe such a word exists. I don’t know who first devised the institution of marriage, but surely no one was as great a figure as that person (this is Jung Pureum’s personal opinion).

Jung Pureum came inside Moon Yeonghwa just like that. He was equally aroused, so his ejaculation lasted longer than usual.

“Ugh, don’t knot…”

“I’m not knotting.”

“Then why is it so…”

Lasting so long…

Those words were cut off because Jung Pureum kissed Moon Yeonghwa.

Moon Yeonghwa once again let Jung Pureum’s words about just doing it one or two more times and then washing up go in one ear and out the other. One or two times, sure…

∞ ∞ ∞

The last memory was in the bathroom. Jung Pureum had put me in the bathtub and was washing me diligently, then went at it again just like that. That was the last memory before I passed out.

If he was going to do it inside again anyway, why did he even wash me in the first place?

I barely regained consciousness, with my aching lower back, a foreign sensation, and an unpleasant feeling below. Still, since it wasn’t my heat cycle, I was grateful that it only lasted one night.

“You’re awake?”

Jung Pureum, who had apparently been in the kitchen, found me wearing a neat apron.

“…Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“I didn’t have any spare clothes here. Your clothes don’t fit me…”

I thought it was some kind of event again.

You know, naked apron or whatever—I heard couples do that kind of thing a lot, so I thought Jung Pureum was doing that for me. He was wearing pants but no shirt, just an apron.

If you don’t have clothes, you should think about going next door to get some, you lewd thing…

I cursed Jung Pureum, who was completely innocent, only in my mind. In my view, the biggest trash here is me.

“Where did the apron come from? We don’t have something like that in our house.”

“I thought I might need it someday, so I bought it when we had that date at my place before.”

“Date at your place?”

“When you were busy with Liri-tang.”

Ah, that time when we made curry…

I was once again impressed by Jung Pureum’s preparedness. It was surprising that he had started buying kitchen supplies for my house back then. I had long since burned all the kitchen utensils in my house.

“I made breakfast.”

“I usually don’t eat breakfast.”

“I know. But from now on, you have to eat.”

Jung Pureum smiled brightly.

“I’ll keep setting it until you eat.”

I felt a certain fear. I sensed the energy of the witch from Hansel and Gretel who fattened children up to eat them, emanating from Jung Pureum.