Reverse Murder v1c34

“W-what—!”

“Then open up. You said we’d confirm it, remember?”

Jihan’s breath came in ragged gasps before he spat out, “…Fine. I’ll open them. Now untie me.”

“Depends on how you behave.”

Gritting his teeth, Jihan forced himself to turn away and slowly part his knees.

As his legs spread, Seon tilted his head, examining the tightly clenched hole. The flickering red lamplight reflected in his dark, predatory eyes.

“Looks a little swollen. Sure you haven’t been touched in a month?”

Jihan bit his lower lip, unable to respond. Seon, as if to verify, grabbed a handful of his ass and pulled the cheek aside. The puckered rim, usually a pale coral, flushed red as it stretched slightly under the exposure.

“Hn.”

Seon wet his middle finger with saliva and pressed it straight into the center. The hot, slick digit sliced through the cold, untouched flesh, immediately finding the sensitive nub inside. Jihan’s eyes flew open, his body jolting—that spot had been untouched even when he’d pleasured himself earlier.

“Told you it’s swollen. And the hole is loose too.”

While teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside, Seon murmured lazily, “What did you do behind my back?”

“Ahh—th-that…”

“That?”

“I—I did it… myself… Ahn.”

“You jerked off? Thinking of me?”

His eyelids fluttered slowly as he whispered, “That makes me happy.”

Then, like a sudden ambush, he kissed him.

“Mmph!”

Jihan jerked his head back in shock, but Seon held the back of his skull, forcing his tongue inside. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the air as Seon’s tongue invaded, twisting around Jihan’s, sucking on it as if trying to rip it out by the root. He even nibbled cruelly at Jihan’s lips until they bled.

“Mmph! Nngh—!”

Jihan thrashed, pounding his bound hands against Seon’s shoulders, pushing at his face. But Seon only grew more aggressive, biting down hard enough to draw blood before greedily lapping it up. The more Jihan struggled, the deeper Seon’s tongue plunged, the sharp bridge of his nose grinding against Jihan’s cheek.

“Pah—haah, hah…”

“…You’re hard.”

Seon pulled back, eyeing the cock now jutting against Jihan’s stomach, glistening with pre-cum. “Haa, hng—d-don’t touch…! S-stop, ah!”

Seon wrapped his hand around the shaft, thumb circling the slit. The slick fluid coated the crown, stretching into thin strings whenever he lifted his thumb. “Hn, ah, nng—th-that—!”

He began stroking slowly, up and down. Jihan’s toes curled. Seon chuckled darkly, licking the shell of his ear before shoving his tongue inside the ear canal, as deep as it would go.

The combination of the slick strokes and the invasive tongue sent Jihan’s moans spiraling. “Ahn—nng, ah, n-no, I-I’m gonna—gonna cum—!”

Right at the edge, Seon stopped. Then, with his thumb, he pressed firmly over the urethra, sealing it shut.

“W-what are you—?”

“Disappointed?”

Seon smirked, pulling the jade hairpin from his topknot. “This is jade, so it’ll be fine.”

“…W-what…?”

The pin was long and slender, a pale blue-green. About the thickness of a brass chopstick. Seon rubbed it against Jihan’s weeping cockhead, coating it in pre-cum before aligning the sharp tip with his urethra.

“You—!”

“Stay still. If you move, it’ll hurt.”

Shock rooted Jihan in place. He watched, face ashen, as the unyielding pin slowly pushed into the tiny opening.

“Aaaah, ah, AAH—!”

Seon didn’t stop until the red coral decoration at the end rested against the crown. The cold, foreign pressure inside his cock was agonizing—like an ice pick wedged into his most sensitive flesh.

“Suits you.”

Seon flicked the shaft with a finger. A strange, déjà vu-like sensation washed over Jihan. Hadn’t Seon said something similar when he’d tied that damn chastity string around him before?

His chin trembled. The stretched urethra throbbed with a dull, aching pain. This wasn’t supposed to go here—his ass was bad enough, but now his cock was being violated too. What if it ruined him forever?

“Aah, it hurts…”

His vision blurred. “Take it out… it’s too cold, it hurts…”

“…….”

“I-I was wrong…! I broke my promise, ran away with Maki, d-disappointed you…”

“Yes. You did. Terribly.”

“I’m sorry…! So p-please, please—”

Jihan twisted against the rope, tears streaming down his face. Seon gently wiped them away, his expression almost tender.

“Tell me exactly what you did wrong, Hyung.”

“I—I didn’t keep my word… took Maki and ran… ah!… let you down…”

“You did. I’m very disappointed.”

“I was wrong…! So p-please, take it out—AAH!”

A sudden shout sent a jolt of pain through his lower abdomen. Jihan’s mouth hung open, panting.

How… how could anyone do this? He’d known Seon was beyond reason, but this—?

“Drop dead! Shove your face in lime and rot, you son of a bitch! AAH!”

Seon’s large hand suddenly squeezed the base of his cock. His thumb pressed hard into the frenulum. Jihan screamed, body locking up in agony.

“Hmm. If I put it in your mouth now, you might bite me…”

Seon spread his palm, gently kneading the perineum and the cleft of Jihan’s ass.

“I’ll insert it right away. No teeth here to bite me, so no worries.”

“W-what—? No, no! Don’t!”

Seizing the moment when Jihan was distracted, Seon tried to force his bare cock—no lubricant—into the tight hole.

Jihan’s muscles clenched instinctively, barely blocking the intrusion. The hole squeezed tight, and Seon’s cockhead, pushed back by the hot inner walls, slapped uselessly against Jihan’s lower belly.

“Y-you’ve gone completely mad… You’re this insane…”

Jihan gritted his teeth, straining against the ropes to shove his hips back. The position left him fully exposed, and he could see the thin trickle of pre-cum Seon had left earlier dripping from his swollen rim. Seon licked his own lips, moistening them.

“It’s been a while. How should I put it in for you?”

He whispered softly, crawling closer on his knees. Jihan tried to scoot back, but Seon followed, pressing in. Eventually, the taut rope prevented any further retreat.

Seon hooked his arms behind Jihan’s knees and yanked him forward. Their groins pressed together. The terrified hole clenched shut.

“Should I slide it in gently… or ram it all the way to the root in one go?”

Insane bastard. Jihan gripped the rope binding his wrists as if it were a lifeline. His forearms trembled, veins bulging. Seon pressed a deceptively tender kiss to his cheek.

“Tell me, Hyung. I’ll do it however you want.”

Jihan hung his head. His last shred of dignity was being torn to pieces.

“…G-gently…”

Tears fell onto his cock, still impaled by the jade hairpin. Even seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“S-slowly… gently…”

“Gently?”

Jihan nodded.

“Do it… gently. Hng. Don’t hurt me…”

Seon chuckled darkly, pulling at Jihan’s ass cheek.

“I’ll try. But if you want it to not hurt, you’ll have to relax this hole.”

The hot cockhead pressed insistently against the tense hole. Maybe because it had been so long, but Seon’s cock felt even bigger.

“Relax… let go of the tension. I’ll just put the tip in first.”

Seon, trembling with excitement, cooed in a metallic voice. Squelch. The rounded crown sank completely into the hole. The tight, aching pain made Jihan’s sphincter clench and release repeatedly, chewing at the intruder.

“Ah… uh…?”

Then Seon gripped Jihan’s hips with both hands. Before Jihan could react, he slammed in to the root in one brutal thrust.

Jihan’s mouth fell open.

His entire body stiffened like stone in shock. Seon, buried to the hilt, ground his pubic hair against Jihan’s perineum, sneering.

“So naive.”

“…Hah… hng…”

“Did you actually believe me? Do I look like I’m in the mood to be gentle? Ah, you are surprised. Feels a bit lumpish in here.”

His large hands roughly massaged Jihan’s clenched ass. The rebound made the hot flesh cling tightly around the shaft. Jihan pushed against Seon’s chest with his bound hands, but Seon didn’t budge. Jihan’s face turned deathly pale.

“My… hng… stomach…”

“Should I rub it so it doesn’t hurt?”

Jihan should’ve spat out a string of curses, but his teeth only chattered weakly, his face drained of color. Seon, gazing down at him with dry eyes, pressed his palm flat against Jihan’s abs. His lower belly twitched in spasms.

“Aaaah, it hurts! S-stop, p-please, take it out—!”

Author: Hyacinthus B

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