#61
Seo Yi-young was truly naive.
To think that “stay over” literally just meant sleeping soundly.
But of course, that wasn’t it.
Because of this, when Seo Yi-young arrived at Choi Do-jun’s cold apartment and headed straight for the bed, he didn’t think anything of it. The surprise came when Choi Do-jun started taking off his top. When Seo Yi-young froze in hesitation, Choi Do-jun asked with confusion.
“Would you prefer to keep clothes on this time?”
“Cl-clothes… preference or not, what’s this all of a sudden? Why? Are you going to sleep too?”
“No. We’re about to do it.”
Thud.
The sound of clothes dropping from Choi Do-jun’s hand echoed as loudly as a breaking plate.
Though Seo Yi-young was slow, he wasn’t so clueless that he didn’t understand what Choi Do-jun meant by “do it.” That’s why he was even more shocked.
Right, this is what this guy is like.
Seo Yi-young wanted to smack his own head. He was the fool for obediently following along when he heard the offer to let him sleep over.
“Do you prefer me undressing you?”
“No, wait. How did the conversation go in that direction?”
Seo Yi-young responded with alarm. Choi Do-jun glanced at him.
“It’s common to experience it. Not being able to sleep properly. There are many reasons.”
Choi Do-jun spoke as if it were nothing special. He said it so casually that Seo Yi-young almost reflexively asked, “Really?”
But in a way, it was reassuring. That it wasn’t just him.
Confirming that what he was experiencing wasn’t something unusual made him feel relieved, even though the problem wasn’t solved. The dizziness seemed to subside a little.
“Memories from the dungeon surfacing, excited nerves not calming down, faces of dead hunters appearing.”
After listing several possibilities, Choi Do-jun paused briefly.
“Anyway, what matters is that you can’t sleep properly.”
His confident tone had no hesitation.
“Lack of sleep is bad in many ways. First, you can’t think straight, and your reaction speed slows down. It’s the worst for hunters.”
Once he started speaking again, the words flowed without hesitation.
But it was strange. What Choi Do-jun was assuming seemed only to be about dungeon conquests.
“…Besides a slight headache, I was fine.”
“Want to see if you’ll say the same thing when you’re ambushed by mobs in a dungeon?”
“……”
Did he really need to speak so bleakly?
Thinking Seo Yi-young might voice his discontent, he bit the inside of his cheek. At the same time, he resolved to seriously talk to Choi Do-jun about improving his way of speaking someday.
“Potions don’t help with those symptoms. The best thing is, as it turns out, sex.”
Seo Yi-young’s brows furrowed.
Had he tried it enough to make such a definitive statement? How many times had he tested this to know?
“Whether it’s hormones or something else, I don’t understand the complexities, but if it works, there’s no reason to refuse.”
Completely unaware of what Seo Yi-young was thinking, Choi Do-jun continued to speak nonchalantly.
He spoke of having sex as simply as taking a painkiller for a headache.
He had no hesitation in using whatever was available. Moreover, he somehow seemed weary of it. Was that just a simple misunderstanding?
“Isn’t that much better than dying?”
“……”
It couldn’t be refuted. Choi Do-jun was right. Certainly, for combat hunters like Choi Do-jun, how quickly they reacted to monster attacks in dungeons was directly linked to their survival. Comparing dying to having sex wasn’t possible. But the human mind is delicate. Is living solely for survival truly enjoyable? Though it varies from person to person, so it can’t be definitively stated.
But Seo Yi-young was concerned about something else.
“Did you experience it too?”
“……”
Choi Do-jun was silent for a moment.
It wasn’t a misconception or presumption. Listening to Choi Do-jun’s words, Seo Yi-young felt they stemmed from his personal experience. After his brief silence, Choi Do-jun sighed slightly before continuing.
“Just decide if you want to do it or not.”
Seo Yi-young stared at Choi Do-jun.
Rather than feeling dumbfounded, he felt sorry for Choi Do-jun. It was surprising even to himself that he felt that way.
Instead of answering, Seo Yi-young took off the clothes he was wearing.
*
He wasn’t sure about other things, but the nausea was gone. More precisely, it wasn’t gone—he just didn’t have the mental space to notice it.
“W-wait, s-sto, ugh, ahhh, wait, I said.”
Having already climaxed twice, Seo Yi-young’s voice wasn’t threatening at all. It sounded more like he was whining.
“…Ah, ahhhh, mmm, h-ha, haaa.”
Seo Yi-young’s waist instinctively rose as he frowned.
As a result of Choi Do-jun persistently rubbing and probing with his fingers, the small hole kept twitching, begging for something thicker, but the initial moment of penetration was still hard to endure. No matter what, there’s a limit to what a person can take, and Choi Do-jun’s cock far exceeded that.
Above all, what was most difficult was that gaze.
That gaze of Choi Do-jun looking at him.
Though Seo Yi-young wasn’t very enthusiastic about it, he took a face-to-face position at Choi Do-jun’s request. As expected, Choi Do-jun’s gaze, which stared at him throughout the act, felt overwhelming this time too. He tried to hug a pillow, but Choi Do-jun didn’t allow that either. In the end, all Seo Yi-young could do was look away.
Choi Do-jun’s cock slowly entered, spreading the hole. That alone was hard to bear, but with Choi Do-jun’s gaze not leaving his face, Seo Yi-young felt hot with embarrassment.
Did he have some strange fetish? If not, he couldn’t understand why he kept staring at his face so intently.
As he entered, pushing through and opening the slick insides, the inner walls eagerly consumed Choi Do-jun’s cock. Unintentionally, his insides intermittently clenched and released around his cock.
But still, accepting him was too burdensome, and Seo Yi-young couldn’t help but groan involuntarily. He exhaled with a hiss, eyes closed.
He took shallow breaths repeatedly because deep breathing was difficult. Just breathing made him too aware of Choi Do-jun’s cock inside him.
“Ugh, wait, too, too deep, ugh.”
Seo Yi-young shook his head from side to side as Choi Do-jun thrust upward.
Choi Do-jun clicked his tongue softly.
“You’re really not adapting at all.”
“The people, ngh, ungh, who’ve been with you, ah, haah, adapted by the second time?”
Choi Do-jun raised an eyebrow, responding as if amused.
“At least better than you.”
That bastard.
To talk so casually about other people in bed.
Burying the fact that he was the one who brought it up, Seo Yi-young gritted his teeth at Choi Do-jun’s nonchalant response.
“And what about you—”
“…Ack!”
Seo Yi-young screamed as Choi Do-jun suddenly thrust upward.
It felt like a knife cutting through the tightly closed inner flesh. He flapped his body unknowingly, but Choi Do-jun subdued him with remarkable ease.
“You really can’t accept it.”
“You’re crazy, how suddenly, you should at least say something, ah…!”
Seo Yi-young glared at Choi Do-jun, seemingly indignant.
“I’m going to put it in deeper.”
“What? W-wait, wait, I’m not yet, ah, aghhh! Ah! Aaah!”
Seo Yi-young moaned, feeling dizzy as the cock pushed in, forcing apart the inner walls that had been tightly closed. Each time it widened the path as it entered, his body trembled and his toes curled.
The cock was so thick it filled him completely, leaving no gap. Groaning, Seo Yi-young opened his tightly closed mouth and made noise.
“Ah! Wai-, wait, wai-, ah, ahhhhhh!”
Perhaps because it was too painful, a tingling sensation spread throughout his body along his spine.
Seo Yi-young blamed his own mouth.
No, in this case, he should blame Choi Do-jun for moving his hips right after speaking.
To move immediately after speaking. Isn’t that cheating? Shouldn’t he at least wait until a person is mentally prepared?
But without being able to voice any of these complaints, he just gasped and panted heavily. Just as he was trying to suppress his rapid breathing:
“It’s really amazing. You can’t properly accept it, yet you come just from being penetrated.”
Through the ringing in his ears, he heard a voice mixed with admiration.
“…Haa, what?”
“How nice to be so sensitive, Seo Yi-young.”
Choi Do-jun spoke as if half in awe.
Only then did Seo Yi-young realize he had climaxed once more. He hadn’t even realized he’d reached orgasm. He thought he was simply feeling pain. How could pleasure come in such a way?
“When, how, mm… ugh. Wait, don’t move now, ah!”
Seo Yi-young tried to reach out to stop Choi Do-jun, but it was in vain.
The thick cock that hadn’t fully entered came further in. It was so big and thick that it felt like his body was being split apart.
“Ah, it hurts. Did you, did you really use lube earlier?”
“It’s funny how you say it hurts while dripping so much.”
Choi Do-jun wasn’t lying. Each time he moved his hips forward, creating friction, there was a soaking wet sound.
“That’s because you’re too big!”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“It’s not, a compliment, ah! Ah! Ahhk, aiik…!”
You conscienceless bastard.
He felt something inside him being nudged by the entering cock.
“Now, breathe. I’ve put it all in.”
Choi Do-jun spoke to Seo Yi-young as if soothing him.
Seo Yi-young reached down to feel where they were connected. Startled by the slippery sensation at his fingertips, he withdrew once before carefully touching again.
Choi Do-jun’s words were true. He had completely filled Seo Yi-young’s insides, but there was still more of Choi Do-jun’s cock left. It was astonishing in a way. He wondered if a human’s cock could really be this big. As he repeated his breathing with trembling lips, Choi Do-jun seemed to lower his head and sucked on Seo Yi-young’s neck, who had been checking and touching the part that still had some room.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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