Chapter 142

Pushed back by what wasn’t quite a kick, Seokjae let out a forced laugh. The slightly trembling legs were so feeble that he doubted if they genuinely meant to stop him—just bending his upper body slightly had caused them to quiver.

‘Is this all the strength he could muster?’

The slender legs looked like they would crumple under even the slightest pressure from him.

‘Well, he was always soft as tofu anyway.’

He’d momentarily forgotten because Muyoung had only shown a healthy side until now, but human Kang Muyoung was rather weak except for his stamina. Thinking that he should feed him well if they could go outside, Seokjae looked over the body beneath him.

‘Tsk.’

His shoulders were especially fragile, making Seokjae worry they might be dislocated if pulled wrongly. As Seokjae stared at the area where shoulder met arm for a long time, Muyoung suddenly shouted loudly.

“Not there either!”

“…?”

What on earth had he read in his gaze to react with such panic? Staring at Muyoung, who was blinking and shaking his head vigorously, Seokjae eventually grabbed his snow-white ankle.

‘I must resist!’

When the large hand completely encircled his ankle, Muyoung tensed up, thinking Seokjae might forcibly move his leg aside. He was ready to push back with his other leg if necessary, but Seokjae didn’t try to overpower him. He merely tapped his ankle with his fingers and said:

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“W-what?”

Clearly Seokjae was the one attempting something outlandish, yet his attitude suggested Muyoung was in the wrong, leaving him confused.

Perhaps wanting to help Muyoung who couldn’t grasp the situation, Seokjae slowly moved his eyes to look at Muyoung’s small foot, which was tensed up.

“Your foot.”

“Oh! I-I’m sorry…”

Only then did Muyoung belatedly realize what he had done. In his panic, he had only thought of pushing Seokjae away with his “body,” but that “body part” happened to be his “foot.”

‘No matter how urgent, how dare I put my foot on hyung’s body!’

Horrified, Muyoung unconsciously relaxed his leg slightly, even knowing he shouldn’t.

In that moment, Seokjae seized the opportunity and pounced. He flipped the resisting foot over his shoulder, straddling the leg, and buried his face between Muyoung’s thighs.

“No, don’t!”

Understanding the situation a beat too late, Muyoung struggled to break free, but Seokjae opened his mouth wide and bit his snow-white thigh to make him behave.

Chomp.

“Ah!”

As Muyoung briefly moaned at the sharp pain and calmed down, Seokjae released the plump flesh as if to soothe him. Then he smiled with satisfaction at the deep bite mark left on the fair skin, unlikely to fade quickly.

Kiss. Kiss.

Seokjae kissed over the mark.

“I’ll make you feel good, so stay still.”

“N-no. You don’t have to— Hngh!”

Ignoring Muyoung’s desperate refusal, Seokjae took the tip of his cock into his mouth. Even when Muyoung reflexively grabbed Seokjae’s hair tightly, he didn’t budge. Instead, he took him in deeper.

“It’s d-dirty! D-don’t, ah, do it!”

Despite the scream-like protest, the moist tongue slowly stroked up the cock as if exploring. Muyoung unconsciously tensed his abdomen at the strange pleasure—soft, hot, and slippery—unlike anything he’d ever felt before. The muscles on his flat stomach became defined.

Though the tongue had barely moved a few times, Muyoung’s cock twitched, signaling he was at his limit. The hand pushing against Seokjae’s head gradually weakened.

Despite his lack of technique in performing this act for the first time, Seokjae was satisfied with the quick response and twisted his head to push the cock deep into his throat.

“Haah… Hng, ah, w-wait…!”

The wet sounds and Muyoung’s sobbing as he tried to hold back his climax continued briefly. Then Muyoung’s resistance intensified again.

“No, really, no! Ahuk!”

Though Muyoung sobbed and begged while trying to push Seokjae away, he didn’t move an inch. In the end, all of Muyoung’s release went into Seokjae’s mouth.

“Mmhh…”

As Seokjae rolled his tongue through the tangy taste spreading in his mouth, Muyoung’s recently spent body trembled.

Afterward, Seokjae made an audible slurping sound as he released the cock. Then, looking down at Muyoung, who was breathing heavily with a flushed face, he slowly moved his Adam’s apple to swallow the fluid before speaking.

“I knew you’d say that, so I thoroughly washed here earlier, so it’s fine.”

“Hyung, you just… What?”

Swallowing his semen! While Muyoung was shocked, he was thrown off by the unexpected comment, and Seokjae kindly explained.

“You said it was dirty. I’m telling you it’s not dirty at all, so don’t worry. And you said I could eat it all.”

Muyoung was speechless as Seokjae spoke with a triumphant expression, as if he had anticipated those words.

‘Well, I did wash thoroughly, and I did say he could eat it all… But was that what he meant by it?!’

The meaning of “eating” was literally that, and the reason Seokjae had continuously massaged his cock without letting go until just before release, driving him crazy, wasn’t for foreplay but truly for cleanliness.

While Muyoung was stunned and stammering, Seokjae fetched an item from the bedside table. It looked like part of a welcome kit.

Rip-

“W-what’s that?”

“This?”

It didn’t seem to be a condom…

An item that looked like a disposable shampoo packet. As Seokjae tore the packaging with his teeth, Muyoung asked, and Seokjae squeezed the torn packet, pouring its contents onto his hand. Viscous liquid dripped down.

Watching with curious eyes, Muyoung soon gasped.

“Ah!”

“This is what it’s for.”

Because two fingers had suddenly entered his opening. Though the hole tightened at the unfamiliar intrusion, thanks to the lubricant, Seokjae’s thick fingers easily explored the inner walls.

Frozen stiff by the hand stirring inside him, Muyoung tightened his thighs at the strange sensation and urgently asked:

“W-why are you p-putting your h-hand in?”

Knowing only what Seokjae had told him about sex between men, Muyoung was confused about why they were proceeding to the main act so soon after he had just climaxed. Wondering if Seokjae was only trying to please him, he looked at him with confused eyes.

Chuckling at that cute reaction, Seokjae kissed his cheek with an audible smack.

“Why? I need to loosen you up so you won’t tear.”

“Oh…”

So he needs to loosen me with his fingers first.

‘Well, if that big thing suddenly enters, it would definitely hurt.’

Glancing at Seokjae’s cock, Muyoung tried to relax.

Squelch- Squelch-

But as the wet fingers touched various places on his inner walls, his insides involuntarily clenched around those fingers. Though he tried to relax by taking deep breaths, finding it embarrassing, it was futile.

“Ungh.”

When Seokjae pressed a spot deep inside, reachable only by fingers as long as his, Muyoung’s lower abdomen suddenly tensed as a moan escaped.

Perhaps surprised by this reaction, Seokjae stopped moving. Thinking he was being considerate, Muyoung tried to calm his twitching legs by curling his toes and said:

“H-hyung, it’s f-fine. P-please continue.”

Though his voice came out trembling and unimpressive as he tried to suppress his moans, his intention seemed to be conveyed well as Seokjae moved his fingers again.

The fingers stretching his opening slowly stirred inside once more, rubbing against the inner walls, and thanks to his body heat and the lubricant, his hole gradually became more pliable.

“Ngh…”

His spent cock had already become erect again, dripping clear fluid. If he had been clear-headed, he would have covered himself out of embarrassment, but Muyoung was currently too busy tearing at the pillow and suppressing his moans to do so.

‘Is it okay for only me to feel this good?’

As the subtle, pleasant sensation continued rising from below, his body gradually relaxed like he was receiving a massage, and his mind became hazy. Yet he still had enough presence of mind to worry about Seokjae’s condition, wondering if he should offer to please him with his hand as well.

Press-

“Mmhh!”

When Seokjae grazed that spot again, scratching lightly as he passed, Muyoung’s waist trembled uncontrollably and a moan burst forth. A reaction similar to before. But Seokjae’s response was different this time.

Squelch, squelch. Thrust…!

Instead of letting Muyoung rest, he began to move even more vigorously.