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Newlyweds – Chapter 9.3

Wedding

Kneeling on the floor, Seong-hyeon grabbed a yearbook and frantically flipped through it. The man watched him, captivated by the sight of Seong-hyeon’s smooth, flushed back and the silk ribbon accentuating his rounded buttocks. The pink flesh beneath and the tight hole quivering as if begging for his cock.

“Ah, Yoon Seong-hyeon, really.”

The man chuckled at the sight of Seong-hyeon’s exposed hole swaying as he flipped through the yearbooks.

“Seong-hyeon.”

“Fuck!”

Ignoring the man’s call, Seong-hyeon tossed aside another yearbook with the name erased. He grabbed another from the shopping bag, tearing it open.

“Kim Jin-woo, that bastard, seriously!”

The man’s smile faded as Seong-hyeon cursed in frustration. He stepped closer as Seong-hyeon ripped open another shopping bag, pulling out more yearbooks.

“Yoon Seong-hyeon, how dare you mention another man’s name before our ceremony. You need to be punished.”

Before Seong-hyeon could react, a strong hand gripped and spread his buttocks.

“Ah!”

His body tensed as his hole was suddenly exposed. As he tried to look back—

“Hnng!”

Something wet and soft touched his sensitive entrance. Seong-hyeon’s hands pressed against the floor, his buttocks lifting higher. The sound of eager licking and rubbing filled the room, hot breath rushing against his hole.

“Stop, please stop…”

Seong-hyeon weakly resisted, twisting his hips, his voice mixed with desperate breaths. But the man held his buttocks firmly, licking his hole even more fervently. Involuntarily, Seong-hyeon’s hole clenched, trying to pull in the teasing flesh. As the warm tip shallowly penetrated him, Seong-hyeon’s mouth opened in a gasp.

“Ah, ahng!”

The relentless licking and rubbing sent shivers through his insides, making him crave something thicker and hotter. Unconsciously, he pushed his buttocks back, tilting his head. His lower body trembled, eager to take more of the flesh inside him. Each movement brushed the man’s nose and breath against his buttocks.

“Ah, uh, hnng, no, ah, ah….”

As his lower body shook uncontrollably, Seong-hyeon’s fingers grazed the glossy paper of an album, briefly bringing him back to his senses. He needed to find the name. Forcing his head up, he pushed aside another album that kept slipping from his grasp.

The man wrapped one arm around Seong-hyeon’s waist, pulling his buttocks closer to his face.

“Hah, ng!”

Half-suspended in the air, Seong-hyeon flailed helplessly as the man’s tongue delved deeper into his hole, probing the entrance. Unable to move properly, Seong-hyeon’s eyes darted to another album. Find it, the name. Tears and saliva dripped onto the pages, staining them further. Each attempt to turn a page was interrupted by the flesh thrusting in and out of his hole, clouding his vision.

“Ah, please, slower, ng! Ah, ah!”

“Your pussy tastes so dirty, Seong-hyeon.”

The man whispered against his hole, his tongue plunging in and out. The quivering entrance eagerly swallowed his filthy words.

“Ah, uh, more, hnng… rub it deeper…”

His hands and eyes searched the album, but his mouth pleaded mindlessly, driven by deeply ingrained instincts. I want your cock inside me, he begged without thinking.

“I want it inside me, please, fuck me, darling, I like it, hurry up and rub inside me, fill me with your cum….”

“Ahng!”

Thrust! As if waiting for this moment, the familiar cock plunged into Seong-hyeon’s hole, filling him deeply. The sudden penetration made his erect penis throb intensely, but with his hole plugged, he couldn’t release. His belly churned with unreleased pleasure, his body convulsing with overwhelming sensation.

“Did you come just from taking my cock, my dear?”

The man murmured against Seong-hyeon’s neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. He began shallow thrusts, the tip of his cock teasing the entrance. Seong-hyeon pushed his hips back, eager for deeper penetration. The man chuckled, reaching around to grasp Seong-hyeon’s hip.

“You were supposed to find my name, Seong-hyeon.”

The man flipped through the yearbook Seong-hyeon had discarded.

“Are you giving up already?”

“Ah, uh, no, ah, ah!”

Desperate for deeper penetration, Seong-hyeon ground his hips, but his gaze remained fixed on the yearbook. Each thrust made it impossible for him to focus, his fingers crumpling the pages instead of turning them. The man noticed the thin cut on Seong-hyeon’s finger, left from his frantic search.

“Haaahng!”

A sudden deep thrust sent Seong-hyeon’s lower body collapsing weakly. The cock hit the deepest part of his insides, making him squirm.

“Inside, ah, there, uhng!”

The sensation of the thick, hot flesh pressing against his swollen inner walls was unbearable. Not the usual rough fucking, but a slow, grinding pressure. The man grasped Seong-hyeon’s hand, preventing him from flipping the pages.

“Why did you hurt your pretty fingers, Seong-hyeon?”

I don’t like it when you hurt yourself. The man brought Seong-hyeon’s fingers to his mouth, slowly licking the cut. The warm, wet tongue traced the wound, then slipped between his fingers, licking sensually. The pleasure made Seong-hyeon’s chin drip with saliva, his body trembling. Please, move…

Knock, knock.

“Sir, the ceremony is about to begin.”

The voice outside the door barely registered in Seong-hyeon’s pleasure-clouded mind. The messenger delivered the news and quickly left.

Ah, ah. Seong-hyeon’s mouth opened, but no coherent words came out. His eyes, glazed with a mix of reality and pleasure, met the man’s gaze in the mirror. The man gently bit Seong-hyeon’s earlobe.

“Seong-hyeon, we’re running out of time.”

The man gently nibbled and sucked on Seong-hyeon’s soft earlobe, whispering into his ear.

“This is your last chance.”

Most of the yearbooks lay scattered and disheveled around them. The man pulled the last unopened yearbook into Seong-hyeon’s view.

“If you can’t find my name here, it’s over.”

Over. The finality of the word sent a shiver down Seong-hyeon’s spine. No, it can’t be…

With the man’s cock still inside him, Seong-hyeon desperately moved his hands. Pages that had been so hard to turn now flipped easily, one by one. His heart pounded loudly with each turn. He had a feeling about this yearbook. Maybe…

“Hnng…!”

His hand froze as he turned a page. The man, who had been teasing his entrance with just the tip, began thrusting deeper again. The thick head rubbed relentlessly against his sensitive spots, bringing tears to his eyes. Seong-hyeon hurriedly tried to flip another page, but the man’s free hand slid down his inner thigh.

“Your clit is so swollen, Seong-hyeon.”

The man murmured between rough breaths. His fingers found the urethral plug blocking Seong-hyeon’s entrance. The cock buried deep inside him began a rhythm of withdrawing completely and then thrusting back in, hitting the deepest point each time. Tears blurred Seong-hyeon’s vision as he trembled, flipping page after page.

Finally, familiar numbers caught his eye—the class number he shared with the man. Through his tear-filled vision, he faintly saw the man’s face. And below it, blurred by tears, was a name.

His body shook with a shiver. He could escape, he could end this! He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to clear his blurry vision. But as he opened them, a hot sensation filled his belly.

“Hnng, ah, ah!”

Thrust! The plug was pulled out, and semen spurted onto the yearbook, splattering across the pages.

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

The long-held release covered the man’s name completely. In desperation, Seong-hyeon frantically rubbed the page with his fingertips, but his smooth nails only smeared the semen, scratching the surface. The scratch marks obscured the name beneath the man’s photo.

“Ah, ah….”

Seong-hyeon stared down at the ruined yearbook page, his eyes filled with despair. It was there, the name was right there. He tried to recall the blurred letters, but nothing came to mind. He muttered random names, grasping at straws, as the man chuckled softly.

In the blurred vision filled with tears, Seong-hyeon caught a glimpse of the mirror. As the man pulled out, his cock slid out with a wet sound, followed by frothy semen dripping down. Instinctively, Seong-hyeon’s hole clenched, trying to hold it in. The man gently patted his entrance and picked up the veil from the box.

“You look beautiful, my dear Seong-hyeon.”

Unable to respond, Seong-hyeon let the veil be placed over him, breathing heavily. His eyes and nose were red, and his still-quivering hole leaked semen that hadn’t been fully taken in. The man kissed Seong-hyeon’s flushed cheek and stepped on the phone on the floor, crushing it with a crunch.

He then took out his own phone from his pocket. Come on, Seong-hyeon. The man lifted Seong-hyeon’s limp body, holding the phone close to his face, the screen filling his vision entirely.

“It’s time to enter.”

***

12:10 PM. Wedding hall.

The hall resonated with a soft, gentle love song. The singer’s eyes were lifeless, entirely devoid of spark. But the man didn’t care. Everyone in the hall, including the family members, had dull, vacant stares.

No, it wasn’t just their eyes.

Everyone was dressed impeccably, sitting like dolls, unmoving. There was no chatter or bustling, typical of a wedding. They sat like machines executing programmed commands.

The man surveyed the scene with satisfaction. He had temporarily stripped everyone of their emotions and senses. The reason was simple: he didn’t want anyone getting aroused by Seong-hyeon’s appearance, potentially ruining the solemn ceremony. To him, the guests were mere props.

An officiant, devoid of emotion, announced the groom’s entrance.

The man walked down the long aisle, the lights from the ceiling shining brightly, almost painfully. The heat from the lights made his scalp tingle. Though the bleeding had stopped, the cut on his forehead still stung. But the slight pain was a welcome reminder of Seong-hyeon’s touch.

Soon, the officiant announced Seong-hyeon’s entrance. The man felt an unfamiliar flutter in his chest, his heart pounding with anticipation. He turned to look at the entrance.

There stood Seong-hyeon, draped in a white wedding veil, holding a small bouquet. The delicate lace and ribbon adornments of his lingerie revealed his swollen nipples. His lower abdomen, slightly rounded from the semen he had taken, bore a tattoo. The barely-there panties, held up by strings, exposed his pink flesh and the ribbon tied at the tip.

The delicate lace and ribbon adornments of his lingerie revealed his swollen nipples. His lower abdomen, slightly rounded from the semen he had taken, bore a tattoo. The barely-there panties, held up by strings, exposed his pink flesh and the ribbon tied at the tip.

His thigh-high stockings and garter belt revealed his white skin, and his transparent glass heels showed off his pink-painted toenails.

From head to toe, Seong-hyeon was perfectly adorned as the man desired. He began to walk slowly, his heels clicking awkwardly on the floor. Seeing his discomfort, the man retraced his steps down the aisle. In an instant, he reached Seong-hyeon and swept him up in a loving embrace. Unlike the other guests and the officiant, who were all still and doll-like, Seong-hyeon’s eyes held fear. The hurried hypnosis had left him incomplete, despite his flawless appearance.

But that didn’t matter. Once the ceremony was over, Seong-hyeon would be completely his, perfectly and irreversibly.

The man carried Seong-hyeon to the end of the aisle. Reluctant to let him go, he held Seong-hyeon tightly, feeling his barely-clothed body through the elegant attire. The warmth and softness of Seong-hyeon’s skin were palpable as the man’s hands roamed over him. He nibbled on Seong-hyeon’s earlobe, eliciting a soft moan.

“Hnng….”

Seong-hyeon pressed his body closer to the man, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion, anger, and shame, now tinged with resignation. He knew his place.

The man kissed Seong-hyeon’s neck, leaving a red mark on his pale skin. The officiant, standing before them, began to speak in a monotonous voice. The man ignored the words, focusing instead on Seong-hyeon’s soft moans. He kissed and sucked on Seong-hyeon’s favorite spots, leaving his mark on the tender flesh. As he gently scratched Seong-hyeon’s nipple with his fingernail, Seong-hyeon gasped and pressed his chest against the man’s hand. A trickle of semen escaped from his hole, staining the man’s sleeve. Embarrassed, Seong-hyeon’s face flushed a deep red. Unable to resist, the man captured Seong-hyeon’s lips in a passionate kiss.

The wet sounds of their lips meeting filled the air. The man tugged at Seong-hyeon’s nipple while exploring his mouth with his tongue. Seong-hyeon eagerly swallowed the man’s saliva, their breaths mingling under the bright lights.

“Do you, the groom, and the groom, Yoon Seong-hyeon, promise to love, honor, and respect each other in all circumstances…?”

The officiant’s voice droned on, reciting the vows.

“…and fulfill your duties as a true husband and wife?”

Still locked in the kiss, the man responded, “I do.”

Seong-hyeon’s lips moved in sync with the man’s, forced to repeat the vow. His eyes, once filled with defiance, now darkened with a deep, resigned glow. Seeing his reflection in Seong-hyeon’s eyes, the man smiled, happier than ever before.

“Seong-hyeon.”

In Seong-hyeon’s gaze, he saw his own face, filled with unmatched joy.

“I love you. Forever.”

With a shy, yet utterly sincere whisper, Seong-hyeon smiled.

“Me too.”

His eyes, once filled with fear, anger, shame, and resignation, were now pure and innocent, reminiscent of the moment he had first called the man by his name.

“I love you.”

The confession of one who had finally accepted the man completely followed. The love song echoed through the hall once more. Unending applause filled the room. In place of the dimmed screen, a projector cast vibrant, colorful lights, illuminating the entire space brilliantly.

Finally, the union of the two was celebrated with dazzling radiance, marking their new beginning.

Levia
Author: Levia

Newlyweds

Newlyweds

Status: Completed Author:

How can it feel this good?

As if someone had torn through his mind.

One day at work, Yoon Seong-hyeon hears about a self-hypnosis app—an app that supposedly helps users achieve weight loss, academic success, and more through hypnosis. Intrigued, he tries to download it.

But to his shock, the app is already installed on his phone. And the moment he opens it, a chilling message pops up:

[Execution Log: Yoon Seong-hyeon goes grocery shopping with his "honey".]

Countless similar message logs appear alongside it. And the instant he sees them, an avalanche of impossible, absurd memories floods his mind…

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