Side Story 13
“Ahh, ngh…!”
Siwoo, who had been lying against Geonho, suddenly raised his upper body. Large teardrops formed in his startled eyes and fell in drops.
Something was wrong. An unknown new foreign sensation was rising in the hole that was already tightly filled. The foreign sensation, which had entered and withdrawn a few times as if testing, began to invade as if it would burst Siwoo’s insides.
“Hngh!”
Siwoo flailed his goosebump-covered arms and panted. Thinking that perhaps Geonho had just grown larger, he hit him wildly.
Not understanding what was happening, Geonho, who was hit on the shoulder and cheek, only stroked Siwoo’s back to soothe the angry Siwoo. He thought Siwoo’s movement was just making his lower part tighter.
“Ugh! Ah, ungh!”
“What’s wrong?”
Siwoo shook his head violently as tears poured down, and only then did Geonho also sense something was wrong. Siwoo couldn’t even speak properly and just cried while gasping.
“Does it hurt?”
“Are you in pain?”
Geonho and Seojun simultaneously stopped their actions when they saw Siwoo in pain. The moment the overwhelming foreign sensation withdrew, Siwoo inhaled his blocked breath and curled up, trembling all over. Seojun, not knowing what to do, knelt on the floor.
“I’m sorry. Guide, I won’t do it. I won’t do it.”
“What did you do?”
He ignored Geonho and continued apologizing. Seeing Siwoo crying and trembling in pain, he was also about to burst into tears.
Siwoo wet Geonho’s chest with tears, sniffled for a while, and then raised his head. Geonho and Seojun were looking at him while holding their breath. Because their thoughts were numbed by alcohol, they couldn’t think of what else to do.
“I won’t drink alcohol.”
“I’ll quit.”
The only clear thing was their determination to never drink too much again. When they were sober, they had made Siwoo cry many times, but they had never hurt him.
Siwoo, whose face had turned red from crying, scanned the two espers who were only looking at him. He thought his mind would clear after crying, but it was the opposite.
The alcohol he had barely sipped remained intensely in Siwoo’s body. The alcohol rising with his intense emotions made his body even hotter.
“Want some water?”
Siwoo shook his head. As he roughly wiped his tear-stained face with the back of his hand, he realized his whiskers had popped out.
“Damn…”
Feeling his back, he realized his tail was out too. Then of course his ears would be out as well. He didn’t even bother checking the top of his head.
“I won’t look. Won’t look.”
Geonho closed his eyes with a dazed voice. Knowing that Siwoo hated showing his unintentionally emerged ears and tail to others, he pretended not to see. As if he hadn’t already seen everything.
Siwoo sighed as he rubbed his mouth, tucking in his elongated whiskers. He thought he had become accustomed to sex by now. Who knew there could be pain worse than first penetration.
“I don’t like pain.”
He mumbled while covering his buttocks with both hands. As if they had been waiting, Geonho and Seojun opened their mouths and swore they would never hurt him.
“If you don’t want to do it, we won’t. You don’t have to.”
Seojun nodded beside Geonho, who was waving his hands, saying he agreed. Having committed a sin, he couldn’t speak carelessly.
Siwoo pulled Geonho’s clothes to wipe his tears clean. Geonho tried to wipe them himself, but Siwoo shook his head. Instead, he opened his thighs and pushed his pelvis forward.
“Look at it down there.”
“Huh?”
“I think it’s torn. Check it.”
He urged them to look quickly as he lay down with his back against the sofa. At the mention of it being torn, the two rigid bodies moved simultaneously as if in harmony.
“It’s okay. There’s no blood. It’s fine.”
Geonho pushed Seojun away and carefully spread Siwoo’s reddened flesh as he spoke. Siwoo covered his face with his arm and said it still hurt.
“Does it hurt here?”
“Further inside.”
“…Here?”
His thick-jointed finger probed the swollen inner walls. Siwoo responded silently with a nod.
Geonho slowly extended his finger and rolled it in circles as if massaging the inside. Then, the dick that had wilted from pain began to show a response little by little.
Watching this, Seojun knelt on the floor again. He deeply took the plumply filled flesh into his mouth while watching Siwoo’s expression.
“Hngh.”
Siwoo looked down at Seojun, who had taken his dick in one gulp, as he raised his head. Seojun tightened his mouth with a face asking to be allowed to suck.
“Ah…”
Trembling hands grabbed Seojun’s hair. Siwoo raised his upper body while curling up. As stimulation was applied from both front and back, his mind emptied and only pleasure filled him.
“Hng, mmh, ngh!”
Geonho watched Siwoo’s reaction while pushing away Seojun’s head and restraining himself. In truth, he didn’t even have time to mind him.
Siwoo, with his legs spread, stroked Geonho’s thigh with his flexible tail. Geonho touched the thin fur that tickled his flesh while letting out a low moan.
The heated espers’ eyes pulsated intensely. Siwoo’s blue eyes shone with an equally hot inner light.
“Quickly…”
With the whisper to put it in, his memory flew away.
Siwoo, whose film had been cut, couldn’t remember at all how he had ended up in the bathtub. Geonho and Seojun were in a similar state.
“Ah, ahh, uh… mmh.”
They remembered trying to wash Siwoo, but a step in the middle was missing. The three were entangled in the bathtub with the water running, with Siwoo between them. What were they going to do the next day?
The overflowing water in the bathtub swirled. Geonho, who had turned off the faucet, lifted Siwoo who was sitting on Seojun, who was lying in the tub.
“Han, Siwoo.”
His legs weakened as the dick that had filled him along with the water pulled out. Siwoo turned his head at Geonho’s voice and kissed him while seeking the heat that would fill his insides again.
“Are you tired?”
Geonho stroked Siwoo’s slender stomach while resting his lips on his wet nape.
“Shall we stop?”
Siwoo’s body, staggering from successive ejaculations, had no strength left. It felt like he would lose consciousness if he closed his eyes right now. However, his body, weakened by stimulation, kept making him open his eyes. His body quickly heated up again even with just a touch from Geonho or Seojun.
“Hng.”
“Just one more, time. Just once.”
Seojun, who had licked Siwoo’s tired dick, hardened his front again. His dick, which quickly increased in volume as if it never tired, clung to his taut abs. Despite countless repeated ejaculations, it grew frighteningly large as if they had just started having sex.
And so they continued kissing mouths and stomachs frantically again. In the end, Siwoo reached a point where his insides were not just tingling but losing sensation. It felt as if his lower body was paralyzed, only feeling the thick flesh coming and going inside him.
Even when he wanted to stop, seeing the faces of his espers who were dying with pleasure, he couldn’t think of stopping.
* * *
The next day, Siwoo eventually fell ill. It was an expected result. Even the most physically strong guide would never be fine after such sex.
Around noon, he barely opened his eyes, hugged the cat once, and then slept like the dead again. Jihan, whose fever had subsided in just one day, properly washed Siwoo, fed him medicine, and stayed by his side.
Ridiculously, Geonho and Seojun suffered from hangovers.
“Ha…”
Geonho, clutching his throbbing head, got up from the bed in his room. At the same time, Seojun was vomiting in the bathroom of his room.
Geonho kept looking around as if he still thought he was in a dream, then went out to find Siwoo. He seemed to have seen the sun rise, but the sun that had seeped through the curtains was already setting.
If he was in this state, how would Siwoo be?
Geonho, who had flung the door open, was coming down the stairs when Seojun also came out of his room. He was in a much worse state than Geonho.
“…”
Geonho and Seojun, whose eyes met, pretended not to see each other. Memories that had sporadically survived floated like fog and hovered before their eyes.
They wanted to believe it was just a bad dream, but the moment they saw each other’s expressions, they recognized it was reality. All sorts of curses mixed chaotically in their mouths. Like them entangled in the bathtub.
“Fuck…”
Geonho, rubbing his face, reached the lower floor first. Just as he was about to head to Siwoo’s room behind the stairs, his eyes went to the living room.
The sofa was gone. The large sofa that had filled the spacious living room had disappeared without a trace.
Geonho didn’t remember cleaning it up. Seojun was also puzzled at the empty living room.
Just then, Jihan came out of Siwoo’s room carrying an empty porridge bowl. He smiled brightly and waved lightly at his brothers.
“Hey, perverts. Did you sleep well?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
