It was always easy for Woo Tae-seon. How easy must I be for him, to whom the whole world was easy? Soaked in a sense of defeat, I obediently followed Woo Tae-seon.
“Teacher.”
At his gentle voice, I suppressed my sobbing. Even if it was a thin hope, right now I wanted to grasp at straws. If he would say he’d stop now. If he would smile and say it was a joke. If he did…
“It gets tighter every time you whimper.”
“Hnh, huuh.”
It would have been good.
“I’ll do it quickly before it gets tighter.”
“Huuh… Ngh!”
The hard column penetrated me without any hesitation, and simultaneously, I stretched my waist out in surprise. The wine bottle began to repeatedly dig into the center of my inner wall, not leaning to either side, just as it had entered.
The wrinkles at the taut entrance and the step-like wall where the wine bottle properly thickened kept colliding, creating impact sounds.
It was fortunate that it only entered to an appropriate depth thanks to catching in the middle, but there was something I hadn’t thought of. The sloshing sound that found its way into every gap between the regular impacts occurring at consistent intervals.
“Strange, huuh, it’s, it’s strange.”
There was nothing blocking the mouth of the wine bottle that was probing my buttocks. So the wine that had been in the open bottle escaped through the gaps created whenever the bottle moved.
Every time the amber wine slowly filled the space forcibly opened by pushing away my inner walls that were tightly clinging to the wine bottle, I felt a hot sensation rising from below.
Just as your throat burns when you swallow high-proof alcohol, following the path of the liquid, my stomach filled with wine felt the same. It seemed I could feel how much Woo Tae-seon had filled me without even seeing.
“Kughp, huuh, h-hot, hnh, it’s hoooot…”
It felt like lava was sizzling inside, and when I touched my lower abdomen while fumbling, I became scared thinking that my stomach seemed to be gradually swelling from being endlessly filled.
Like a lost migratory bird caught in a storm, I was battered here and battered there. There was no place where I could find stability.
I repeatedly pulled my buttocks forward and then pushed back with all my might. Like a dog with something hanging from its backside, I shook my buttocks vigorously, but the persistently following wine bottle suddenly slipped out.
“Is it hot?”
I stared blankly at Woo Tae-seon, holding my breath. Woo Tae-seon with his lips pressed against the mouth of the wine bottle.
“…W-why are you doing that!”
My belated scream didn’t interfere with Woo Tae-seon in the slightest.
Woo Tae-seon took a sip of the golden wine while persistently staring at my eyes, which must have been thoroughly wet with fear and confusion. The prominent Adam’s apple on his well-defined neck bobbed up and down forcefully a couple of times.
“Hmm. It’s lukewarm.”
Perhaps it was because I was bound by his persistent gaze. Even though I knew what Woo Tae-seon was swallowing was wine, I felt as if a hole had been punctured in my throat and my vitality was being sucked out.
“…Agh!”
“How does it taste? It’s sweet, isn’t it? The aroma is quite nice too.”
Woo Tae-seon thrust the wine bottle into my rear hole, pouring in the wine he had just tasted, and asked kindly and affectionately.
“But this tastes a bit strange.”
“Haah!”
“Is it because of your fluids, Teacher?”
“Haa, ah, no! Hic, no, hnng!”
Woo Tae-seon’s hand, soothing my trembling buttocks, was incredibly shameless. There was no way he couldn’t recall the lubricant he had personally inserted. It was disgusting how he praised me as if I had done well, while knowing full well.
“…Ngh!”
I could feel the amber wine spilling out copiously each time the wine bottle was thrust into me. The wine that had been gradually filling me inside began to leak out of my twitching hole following the relentlessly thrusting bottle.
“Why are you spilling it all?”
“Hnng, haah.”
The sofa I was lying on was completely soaked with wine. I floundered as if drowning in alcohol. I thought that perhaps, just like the wine filling my stomach, there might be more alcohol than oxygen floating in the air.
“You should drink it all. Aren’t you raising your buttocks?”
“Agh! Ah, ahng! …S-stop, haah!”
Woo Tae-seon didn’t give me time to correct my behavior, yet he struck my buttocks with his large palm with all his might three times.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
I tightly clenched the bottle’s neck. I swallowed my tears and sobs. Hic, hic. If I breathed even slightly, the alcohol inside my hole would spill out again. Every time my buttocks trembled, the wine bottle lodged in me shook along with it, and the sound of wine sloshing resonated faintly.
“It seems Teacher is not only small in hole size but also narrow inside.”
“…Hic. Sob.”
“There are bubbles fizzing here. Is it already full even though I tried so hard to stretch it?”
I almost lost strength at the gentle caress on my lower abdomen. I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms to endure. I nodded mindlessly. No, I nodded repeatedly. That it was enough now. That we should stop now. Even without being able to think clearly, I sympathized with his apparent regret.
But what I thought was Woo Tae-seon’s regret was indeed an emotion stemming from this being the end, but it wasn’t regret.
I realized this as I felt the thick stem of the wine bottle being slowly pushed inside. No, no. I shook my head desperately, more frantically than ever before, but Woo Tae-seon’s hand didn’t stop.
Woo Tae-seon was trying to insert the body of the wine bottle. I thought that if that thick part entered, my hole, already stretched to its limit, might truly tear. I was terrified.
“No, hic, no. Hng, no…”
What had seemed bearable just moments ago began to thicken drastically, and I couldn’t breathe. Hak, haak, hic. It filled me to the point of tearing as it slowly inserted its expanded body. All I could do was exhale pain with “haak, haak,” unable even to squirm.
I heard what sounded like something snapping, like an auditory hallucination. I couldn’t tell if it was heard near my ear or if it was a sound echoing in my head. Overwhelmed with the fear that he had finally done it, I burst into sorrowful tears. These weren’t just tears streaming down; I wailed, writhing in pain as if vomiting out cries. It hurt so, so much.
“I-it hurts, agh, hic, Tae-seon! I. Too. Ah, it hurts.”
It hurt. I wanted to take back everything I had said about disliking showing excitement. I just wanted to quickly become aroused and forget this pain. I couldn’t think about self-loathing or shame or anything else.
Though I pressed my tear-soaked cheeks against the sofa this way and that, the sensation tormenting me didn’t disappear. No matter how hard I tried to endure, what was being suppressed wasn’t the pain I wanted to escape, but only my quickening breath.
A scorching heat seared above my heart. My face pressed against the sofa, as well as my firmly supporting shoulders and nape, were flushed red.
“You’re red.”
At the satisfied voice from behind me, my held breath burst out with a gasp. Is it done now? Is it finally over?
“I was curious what color the Teacher would be inside.”
Only then did I realize what Woo Tae-seon was looking at. Why he had chosen a wine bottle, why he had specifically brought a transparent bottle among the many deeply colored wine bottles. It wasn’t simply to torment me by inserting something larger than his fingers.
“Try it yourself, Teacher.”
The voice came from a bit farther away. It was the attitude of someone who would watch me ejaculate alone, as usual. But that didn’t mean my dick would become erect. Of course not. I had been crying in pain the whole time.
In front of Woo Tae-seon, I always had to writhe in pleasure whether I wanted to or not, but today I couldn’t. I didn’t even feel like I wanted to, nor did I sense any sign that I could.
So no matter how much I kneaded and shook my flaccid dick, it would remain the same. Though of course, Woo Tae-seon wouldn’t want to admit that.
That fact was, in a way, thrilling. He probably thought I would get excited and tremble even with this kind of act. He probably thought I would get an erection, leak continuously, and beg before him. While doing this abnormal act of taking a wine bottle into my lower part, I could instead prove that I was still a normal person.
I confidently brought my hand back, inwardly laughing at Woo Tae-seon as much as I wanted. Hnn. Haa. I mocked Woo Tae-seon while freely letting out false moans. My dick would still be hanging limply, swaying with each movement of my body.
So I thought Woo Tae-seon would know. That I didn’t feel any satisfaction from this at all. That the strange one wasn’t me, but him.
Surely he would take out his frustration on me somehow because it wasn’t to his liking, but what could be worse than the wine bottle? Having faced the ultimate shock and pain, I had unexpectedly found courage.
I lowered my waist and raised my buttocks as high as possible, letting him see all he wanted of my completely unaroused state.
“Spread your legs wider.”
But Woo Tae-seon’s voice was calm. It was different from the sulky voice he used whenever he was displeased with my appearance. Finding it strange, I looked back and discovered Woo Tae-seon’s loosened waistband.
“…You. You, why are you doing that.”
In the brief moment I froze, Woo Tae-seon had pulled out his heavy center. It was astonishing.
Is that possible? At first, it was of such an amazing size that I simply felt awe. The dick, which couldn’t be fully wrapped in one hand even by Woo Tae-seon with his quite large grip proportional to his tall height, grew thicker and longer in the brief moments I blinked a few times.
