There was no one to help. Not even a straw to grasp. Jihan writhed in the other’s grip, his pale face turning toward the paper-latticed door beyond the curtain. He futilely repeated the names that came to mind—Maki, Head Maid, Malssi, Father…
“Anyone… anyone, please… Aaaah!”
While he turned his head, his exposed nape was bitten down on. He shrank his neck, but the sharp tip of Seon’s nose kept burrowing beneath his chin.
“Don’t… don’t do this…”
Was there truly no way out? Had he been dragged into the tiger’s den only to be devoured to the bone? If only his opponent were someone he could reason with—then he wouldn’t be this terrified. But with Seon drugged out of his mind, unable to communicate, all Jihan could do was scream.
“Get lost!”
When a brief opening appeared, he swung his head to strike, flipping his body. But he couldn’t even pull halfway free before his ankle was seized. He was dragged backward, his body flipping over. A hand roughly grabbed his knee, forcing his legs apart and shoving them upward at its own will.
Seon’s breathing was ragged. His eyes lacked focus—he didn’t even seem to register the blows. Yet his concentration on Jihan’s ass was unmatched. Even with his mind numbed by lust, he seemed to know one thing for certain: in this house, the only hole that would take him was Jihan’s.
The hand gripping his massive, sky-piercing cock plunged between Jihan’s thighs without hesitation. Then came the merciless thrust.
“Aaaah! No— AAAAHK!”
Jihan twisted his hips desperately, trying to dodge the savage prod of the glans demanding entry like a wild beast. Fortunately, his tight sphincter held firm, resisting the shallow jabs—until it finally retreated.
“Hngh… you bastard, how dare you… hng.”
It hurt. The burning pillar seared his hole, threatening to tear him apart. Seon, drenched in sweat, blankly stared at their joined lower halves.
“You fucking idiot. Did you think you could do this without lubricant?”
Jihan curled up like a shrimp, clutching his stinging hole with both hands as he sneered. Then his expression stiffened. The moment he finished speaking, Seon’s gaze darted around the room.
Shit! The bastard’s head was clearing—he was starting to look for tools.
Seon slowly scanned the room, then paused. The hook-like gaze snagged on the bedding’s headrest—the hanging jari (장리)—left there by Maki. Following Seon’s line of sight, Jihan spotted the same thing and swallowed hard.
Like a crab flailing its limbs, Jihan scrambled to escape upward, but a large palm slammed down on his chest, pinning him. His flustered, twitching hole was suddenly filled by the thick glans.
“Ah… ah… hng.”
A cold splash of water gushed over his dry crotch. Splash. The barely lodged glans greedily swallowed the liquid, the dry junction now slick with moisture. Panicked, Jihan babbled whatever came to mind.
“Lubricant, you fool—this is just water, it won’t work! I—I’ll find the lubricant. Let’s slather it on thick and have fun all night, huh?”
“……”
“It’s cold… I hate cold water. I’ll find the soft lubricant… find it…”
His hoarse voice trembled violently. His lips twisted grotesquely, forcing a fake smile to mask the tears threatening to spill. He just needed to buy time. He had to stop this madman from skewering him raw.
Then, firm arms hooked behind his knees. The slicked skin pressed together like syrup-coated flesh.
“Keh… hng…”
His body folded in half, his abdominal cavity tightening as a deep crease formed. Seon pinned both wrists above his head, then aligned himself again. The water trickling down the cleft seeped into the hole, dampening the inner walls. As if on cue—
“No, don’t— HAK!”
The wet glans forced its way in reverse, spreading the tightly clenched inner folds. The rich, layered mucosa helplessly parted under the thrusting pressure, yielding a scorching path of flesh.
The plunging glans suddenly grazed a plump, sensitive nub hanging from the upper wall of the passage.
“Hahk…! Wh— Keh.”
An incoherent sound circled his throat. The faintly raised abs beneath his lower belly quivered violently.
“Deep… ugh… Hngh. Aaaah…!”
After prodding and softening the inner walls, the cock withdrew again. The long, thick shaft dragged painfully against the hole, only to catch on the wrinkled rim. Jihan’s chin trembled.
“Hng.”
Seon’s dry hand gripped his swollen ass cheek. Then he pulled it aside. The hole, still clinging to the glans, revealed a glimpse of reddened, wet mucosa—before the root plunged in with force.
“AAAAHK!”
The tip jabbed deep into his soft belly. The pain, too deep to be sharp, throbbed dully through his entire lower body. Hic… huuup. Every gasping breath made his inner walls clench tightly, letting him feel even the pulsing veins of the cock buried inside.
Jihan panted, clutching his lower belly. The skin bulged in the shape of the shaft. The pain inside was so unbearable that the ache in his flesh almost felt preferable.
“Hngh… pull—pull it out, you…!”
He bit into the wrist gripping his knee. The abs pressing against his crotch, rubbing against the thick pubic hair, made him want to push them away—but he lacked the strength.
Thud. Seon lowered his upper body, planting a hand on the floor beside Jihan’s face. His hips and ass lifted. His toes, dangling in the air, twitched.
“Ugh!”
The thick cock ground deeper inside, pressing and crushing. There was no time to panic—there was still more to take. He could feel the sweat-slicked grip tightening around his pelvis.
Seon began thrusting fast and hard.
“AAAAHK…!”
His eyes flew open. It felt like lightning was striking his ass. Thwack, thwack, thwack—the relentless impacts pounded his hole inside and out without mercy.
“Keh…! Hak! Aaaah!”
He had to escape. He had to.
Gritting his teeth, he clutched the mattress, desperate to wriggle free. But Seon’s upper body crashed down on him, pinning him. All he could see was the wildly shaking ceiling.
Seon’s long arms wrapped around Jihan’s torso, sealing them together as he pounded into his crotch.
“Hngh… hng… ungh… AHK!”
Every time the man’s solid lower half slammed between his thighs like a cudgel, Jihan’s breath hitched violently. The ragged breaths blowing against his temple quickened. His mouth fell open, his eyes rolling back.
“Hngh… ugh… keuh…”
Seon ground his teeth near his ear. The hip movements, already brutally fast, grew even rougher. The bizarre sensation of his entire body being shaken made him scream louder.
Thud. The deepest part of him was stabbed. Jihan arched his back, eyes flying open. Seon tensed every muscle, then slowly, narrowly thrust a few more times. The cock buried deep in his belly throbbed, warming the inner walls with a sticky wetness.
“Hah… hah… huu…”
The man now lay fully atop him, his cheek scorching hot against Jihan’s.
…Was it finally over?
His face deathly pale, Jihan slowly released the tension in his limbs, sweat dripping cold. Then he felt the heavy weight of the other’s body more keenly.
His thighs trembled like he had the chills. His whole body ached as if beaten, his mind flickering in and out. It felt like suffering through a high fever.
With half-lidded eyes, he stared at the ceiling, then squeezed them shut. He could feel tears tracing his temples, wetting his earlobes. It was absurd. Self-loathing surged. How could he live after this? What was he supposed to do now?
He clenched his teeth, then flinched—what was still inside him twitched. The shaft’s rigidity, still wrapped in his flesh, remained unyielding.
Seon, having caught his breath, grabbed Jihan’s knees and pulled his hips back slightly. His legs spread weakly. The cock, which had been stuffed inside to bursting, slid out with a wet, squelching friction. Thick cum mixed with blood dripped from the shaft, and something trickled awkwardly from his ass cleft.
But just as it seemed half withdrawn, the tip suddenly pushed back in, slowly filling the space it had vacated. Jihan jerked his upper body up in shock.
“Hnng… wh—”
Before he could speak, coarse pubic hair brushed his perineum, tickling it. Oh no. This madman—
He pounded Seon’s shoulder, then grabbed it. It made no difference. The cock rammed in all at once, the throbbing head mocking the clinging, molten inner walls.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
