I might die from this, Sa-yoon thought as he was relentlessly pounded. He wondered if the previous two times had been a dream, and if this was actually his first sexual experience. The intensity was overwhelming.
The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through him, making him gasp and moan. The intensity of the experience was almost too much to bear, and he felt like he was being pushed to his limits.
Shin-jae, who had been thrusting vigorously, suddenly lifted one of Sa-yoon’s legs onto his shoulder. Years of stretching had made Sa-yoon’s body flexible, and it bent easily under Shin-jae’s guidance. The change in angle caused Shin-jae’s cock to penetrate deeper, eliciting a cry from Sa-yoon that was almost a scream.
“It feels blocked here,” Shin-jae said, tilting his head in confusion as he continued to thrust. The prolonged stimulation had loosened Sa-yoon’s insides, allowing Shin-jae’s cock to reach deeper than before, almost to the sigmoid colon. Shin-jae’s expression showed that he didn’t understand how there could be an obstruction.
“Why won’t it go in?”
“Ah, uh, stop, please,” Sa-yoon gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts. Each thrust sent electric shocks through his body, making his vision blur with tears. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving him no chance to protest. Tears streamed down his cheeks, a physical response to the intensity.
His mind, overwhelmed by pleasure, began to register danger signals. Instinctively, Sa-yoon tried to move away, his heels pushing against the sheets as his body convulsed. It was a primal reaction, driven by the sheer intensity of the experience.
“Where are you going?” Shin-jae asked, his voice tinged with frustration, as he gripped Sa-yoon’s waist and pulled him back down. He didn’t forget to thrust deeply as he did so.
Excitement had made it difficult for Shin-jae to control his strength. The continuous release of semen had left Sa-yoon’s insides slick and wet, making it easier for Shin-jae to penetrate deeply. Hours of relentless thrusting had left Sa-yoon’s passage thoroughly lubricated.
Using the slippery fluid as an aid, the head of Shin-jae’s cock forced its way through the seemingly narrow passage, pushing deeper inside.
In that moment, Sa-yoon’s vision flickered. A wave of pain and pleasure surged through him, causing his body to convulse uncontrollably. His toes curled, and his entire body stiffened, dimples forming on his buttocks from the tension.
“Ugh, Sa-yoon,” Shin-jae groaned.
Sa-yoon’s inner walls clenched tightly, the soft membranes clinging to Shin-jae’s cock, squeezing and releasing in rhythmic contractions. The intense sensation made Shin-jae grimace, a short moan escaping his lips.
“Ngh…”
As the intense pleasure subsided, Sa-yoon’s senses slowly returned. He lay exhausted, his limbs sprawled out, gasping for breath. His throat was dry from crying out, and his vision blurred from the intensity of the experience.
But something strange was happening inside him. It felt different from a typical orgasm—as if a water balloon had burst deep within him, releasing a warm, liquid sensation that was both unfamiliar and intense.
“……”
“……”
With a look of disbelief, Shin-jae slowly withdrew his body. Finally, his cock slipped out, a rush of liquid spilled out from the gaping hole, delayed by just a moment, trickling down Sa-yoon’s thighs.
***
“…This is insane. Seriously!”
Later, when he looked back on it, even what he had released at the very end had been a clear liquid. Something called squirting or whatever. Apparently, it could happen when things felt too good, but this was the first time even Sa-yoon had experienced it firsthand.
After both of them had climaxed—each expelling their own fluids—he had to soothe Shin-jae, who had turned as red as a burning cherry tomato. Then, they had gone to the shower together… and that was when things flared up again. The problem started when he spread the hole open to clean out the semen inside and ended up stimulating it too much.
His overly sensitive lover ended up releasing another wave of that clear liquid inside him this time. There was no doubt about it—they had both completely lost their minds.
By the time they finished under the pouring water, they were both utterly drained. Somehow, they managed to wash up and stumble back to bed. The last thing Sa-yoon remembered was Shin-jae pulling him into an embrace.
And now, here he was, regaining consciousness. A dull ache throbbed in his lower half, making him wince.
…Surely, they wouldn’t go this overboard every time, right? It must’ve been the fact that Shin-jae had been a virgin—his libido must have overpowered his stamina. Though, considering how fine he still looked all the way to the end…
Sa-yoon forcefully pushed away that ominous thought. Suddenly, his throat felt parched. He had expelled so many fluids, not to mention all the moaning and screaming before he’d crashed. Of course, he’d be thirsty.
Glancing over at Shin-jae, Sa-yoon carefully pushed himself up. The moment his feet touched the floor, his legs trembled violently. If Shin-jae asked to go another round, fuck pride—he was going to beg him to have some mercy on his poor, elderly body.
Bracing himself against the railing, he managed to make it down to the first floor. Through the large windows in the living room, he could see the sky beginning to lighten.
“Wow…”
They had actually spent the entire night having sex.
Sa-yoon stared blankly outside for a moment before remembering his goal. He poured himself a glass of water and downed it before filling another cup to take back upstairs.
“…Huh?”
Just as he reached the second floor and turned toward the bedroom, he froze.
Had he just heard… something?
It sounded mechanical, almost like a machine whirring to life.
The second floor had a small lounge area in the middle, with rooms on either side. Shin-jae’s bedroom was on the right. But the noise had come from the left.
Which made no sense.
Shin-jae lived alone, and that room had been empty all day. More than that—this was the dead of night. Nothing should be making any noise.
Sa-yoon quietly placed the glass down on the table and quickly scanned his surroundings for anything he could use as a weapon. His eyes landed on a tall, empty vase. Gripping it upside down, he slowly stepped toward the left room.
He held his breath, straining his ears.
Now that he was closer, he could definitely hear something from inside.
Sa-yoon swallowed hard. Then, he reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open.
And what greeted him was…
A brightly glowing computer monitor.
***
Shin-jae’s hand fumbled over the blankets in his sleep, his brows furrowing. No matter how far he reached, he couldn’t touch Sa-yoon.
His heavy eyelids lifted, revealing the empty space beside him.
Instinctively, he ran his hand over the bedding. There was no warmth left. That meant Sa-yoon had been gone for a while.
In an instant, the last traces of sleep fled from his mind. He shot up, scanning the room, but the person who had been in his arms before they fell asleep was nowhere to be found.
“…Sa-yoon hyung?”
Shin-jae rushed to the bathroom connected to the room and flung the door open. Empty.
There was no way he would’ve just left without saying anything. He wouldn’t do that. And yet, a nervous unease began creeping in.
He hurried out of the room, about to run down the stairs—then suddenly stopped in his tracks, his head snapping to the side.
Someone was sitting on the sofa in the second-floor lounge, completely still in the dark. The lights weren’t even on.
“Hyung…? Sa-yoon hyung?”
His voice trembled as he tightened his grip on the railing. That was definitely the pajama bottoms he had lent Sa-yoon.
The moment he confirmed it was him, a wave of relief drained the tension from his shoulders.
Why is he sitting out here?
Shin-jae climbed back up the stairs.
“Hyung, why are you just sitting there in the dark?”
Even though it was nearly dawn, the blinds were down, leaving the room shrouded in darkness. Because of that, all he could make out was the lower half of Sa-yoon’s body, swallowed by the shadows.
Shin-jae glanced at the TV mounted on the wall—it was turned off. He shifted his gaze back to Sa-yoon.
“Can’t sleep?”
Was it because the place was unfamiliar? No, that didn’t seem right. Sa-yoon had once said that he could fall asleep anywhere as soon as his head hit the pillow. Shin-jae clearly remembered feeling envious of that, since he was the type to struggle with even minor disturbances when trying to sleep.
He had barely slept the night before, too restless with excitement about their date. In total, he had nearly gone two nights without proper rest. His brain was screaming at him to make up for lost sleep.
Maybe that was why it took him a moment to notice that Sa-yoon wasn’t answering him.
“…Hyung?”
As Shin-jae stepped closer, his vision adjusted, and he could make out Sa-yoon more clearly.
He was sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, his face buried in his hands.
“… are you feeling sick?”
Sa-yoon had practically been whimpering last night, saying that it hurt up front from how much he’d climaxed. He had even complained that it felt like his stomach had been punctured.
Shin-jae had assumed he just really enjoyed it since he kept orgasming over and over again.
But… what if it was actually too deep? What if something had gone wrong?
The thought sent a jolt of panic through him, and before he knew it, he was reaching out.
“Hyung, if it hurts, we should go to the hospital—”
He was already thinking of the closest emergency room when it happened.
Slap!
A sharp cracking sound rang out, accompanied by a sudden sting.
Shin-jae stared down at his hand, which had just been smacked away.
What… the hell just happened?
His sluggish, sleep-deprived brain struggled to process the situation.
“…Sa-yoon hyung?”
And that’s when it finally hit him.
Sa-yoon hadn’t responded to him. Not even once.
“Hyung, what’s wrong?”
Something was very off.
Shin-jae had no idea how things had ended up like this. No matter how hard he tried to retrace his memories, he couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong.
As he took a step forward, Sa-yoon raised a hand—wordlessly telling him not to come any closer.
Shin-jae froze in place, caught between advancing and retreating.
This… this felt unfamiliar.
After a brief silence, Sa-yoon finally lifted his head and looked at him.
“Are you Killer?”
His face was expressionless—so blank that Shin-jae had never seen anything like it before.
thank you for the delicious meal, translator
Oh shi* but u did deceive him …even when he said he doesn’t want to be deceived…..
Mannn, i wasn’t prepared