Chapter 61
As the electric sensation shot up from his lower abdomen through his spine to the crown of his head, Cheong-yeon had the extreme thought that it wouldn’t be strange if he died right now. He couldn’t believe that a human body could endure such vivid pleasure.
“Haaa, hnngh… haa.”
Cheong-yeon let out a long moan that was almost a scream. His breath had risen to the edge of his chin, and he turned his head to the side, breaking the kiss with Do-heon.
He lay limply on Do-heon’s stone-hard, warm body, catching his shallow breath. Trying to move his hands, he found that no strength would come, whether from exhaustion or the effects of alcohol.
“Want some water?”
Do-heon, who had been watching the motionless Cheong-yeon, asked while fixing his wet, disheveled hair.
“Yes… yesss.”
Cheong-yeon barely opened his lips to answer. Though it was embarrassing to be stuck to Do-heon like a cicada, his limbs were too heavy to move even a finger. He felt flattened, as if someone had placed a boulder on his body.
Do-heon carefully laid Cheong-yeon beside him before getting out of bed. As the cock filling him withdrew, his once-taut abdomen deflated. Simultaneously, semen trickled down his perineum. Cheong-yeon couldn’t even tidy his disheveled state and only managed to barely bring his legs together.
Meanwhile, Do-heon poured water into a glass cup from the table. Cheong-yeon blinked his half-closed eyes with difficulty and stole a glance at Do-heon’s back.
Unlike his completely removed upper garments, his pants were still ambiguously hanging around his pelvis, creating a starkly contrasting image to his usual conservative appearance, making him seem somehow erotic. It was also a rare sight, so Cheong-yeon’s eyes couldn’t leave Do-heon.
When Do-heon, walking back to the bed with the cup, met his eyes, Cheong-yeon was startled and quickly turned his head away.
“Was I too rough?”
Do-heon murmured as he lifted Cheong-yeon into a sitting position. Then he offered him the glass full of water.
“Can you drink?”
“Yes.”
Cheong-yeon nodded. But contrary to his confident answer, it wasn’t easy. As soon as he took the cup, his arm trembled pitifully.
He hadn’t noticed while losing himself in their encounter, but Do-heon’s pheromones had completely permeated the room, making even breathing difficult. His pheromones were certainly effective at stimulating and enticing Omegas, but they also retained the high-pressure feeling he usually carried. It was a unique presence in many ways.
After barely finishing the water, Cheong-yeon placed the cup on the console beside the bed. Then, watching Do-heon’s reaction, he staggered off the bed.
He wanted to wash his body, but more than that, he wanted to escape quickly from Do-heon’s unrelenting gaze, which felt burdensome.
Usually after sex, they would each go to their respective bathrooms to clean up, but today Do-heon didn’t do that.
Why isn’t he going to wash?
“Where are you going?”
Do-heon moved close to Cheong-yeon and supported him. But Cheong-yeon wasn’t in as bad shape as Do-heon’s concern suggested. After drinking water, his strength was returning quickly.
“To the bathroom.”
“I’ll take you there.”
Before he could say he could go alone, Do-heon suddenly lifted Cheong-yeon into his arms.
“Huh? I can go by myself. Why suddenly…!”
“When you can barely walk properly.”
Startled by being lifted, Cheong-yeon flailed his legs before wrapping his arms around Do-heon’s neck. Do-heon carried him into the bathroom without his breathing even faltering, as if an adult man didn’t weigh anything to him.
Even in this brief moment, he didn’t forget to press his lips against Cheong-yeon’s collarbone and neck. Cheong-yeon blushed, unaccustomed to Do-heon’s unfamiliar behavior.
It wasn’t that they never had physical contact when they were married. But it had been extremely limited, almost like a duty. This was the first time they remained so physically close after intercourse.
Every time his lips touched Cheong-yeon’s skin, his still-sensitive body tingled. Was this because of Do-heon’s pheromones? Or was there something wrong with him?
With too many things happening at once, Cheong-yeon’s unanswered questions only multiplied.
“Director… you can put me down now.”
Hiding his trembling, Cheong-yeon spoke in the calmest voice he could manage.
“Want to wash in the bathtub?”
“Yes.”
After setting Cheong-yeon down, Do-heon had him sit on the edge of the tub and lifted his chin. Just as Cheong-yeon was about to anxiously look up at him and ask what he was doing, their lips met again.
“Mmm… hmm.”
Unconsciously closing his eyes, Cheong-yeon received Do-heon’s intense kiss. Chup, chuup. The sound of wet lips licking and sucking each other echoed in the bathroom.
As Do-heon’s tongue invaded his mouth, entwining with his and sweeping across the roof of his mouth with persistence, Cheong-yeon wrapped his arms around Do-heon’s neck and leaned against him. His shoulders trembled at the stimulating pheromones emanating from Do-heon.
“Haa… need to, wash. Hmm.”
Cheong-yeon muttered as he briefly separated their lips to regulate his irregular breathing.
“Mm. After one more time.”
“…What? Here, now?”
Do-heon lifted Cheong-yeon from his seat on the bathtub edge and gently bit his white shoulder. Surprised, Cheong-yeon frantically tried to back away, but there wasn’t much space to escape in the bathroom.
Moreover, with Do-heon’s arm wrapped around his waist, he was already immobilized.
Though Cheong-yeon clutched at Do-heon’s arm in confusion, Do-heon easily turned him around and placed a series of short kisses down his smooth back.
His large, long hand covered Cheong-yeon’s, guiding it to grip the bathtub. Despite his confusion, Cheong-yeon followed Do-heon’s lead, bending at the waist and placing his hands on the marble tiles of the tub.
One more time? Not in bed but here? How?
Just as these questions crowded his mind, something hot and thick entered between his buttocks.
“Nngh… ah, wait a moment.”
Despite having already ejaculated, Do-heon’s cock, not wilted at all, was rubbing stickily against Cheong-yeon’s perineum. He ground the blunt head of his cock against the sensitively swollen hole.
“D-Director, this is the bathroom… hnnp!”
Before Cheong-yeon could finish speaking, the shaft entered without warning, splitting him below. As his insides were suddenly filled, Cheong-yeon gasped.
“Nnggh… aah.”
The inner walls, which Do-heon had thoroughly stretched earlier in bed, accepted his cock without difficulty.
“Kuh.”
Do-heon let out a low moan as the flesh embraced him, hotter and softer than before. The particularly tight spot inside had been penetrated countless times, and now provided just the right pressure around his shaft.
Do-heon immediately began moving his hips roughly. Each time he withdrew his cock almost completely and quickly thrust back in, Cheong-yeon’s smooth back, braced against the bathtub, visibly flinched, and his buttocks trembled nakedly.
“Hik, nngh! S-suddenly… nngh, too deep… haah, deep…!”
Without giving him time to adjust to the sensation, Do-heon’s relentless thrusting made Cheong-yeon’s legs shake uncontrollably. It felt like he might collapse onto the bathroom floor.
Inwardly cursing Do-heon, Cheong-yeon tried to turn his head back.
“Haangh!”
Or rather, he tried to. But being penetrated from behind made it difficult even to hold his head steady.
“Haa, we need to clean what’s inside anyway.”
Do-heon shamelessly thrust his shaft into the deepest part of the inner wall. True to his words, the fluid and semen pooled deep inside overflowed from the opening.
Seeing the white fluid dripping down to his feet each time the cock plunged in, Cheong-yeon was horrified.
“Y-you could just, hngh, remove it… ngh, with your hand… aah.”
What kind of madman removes ejaculated semen by ramming his cock in? Do you think I’m stupid?
At this unexpectedly vulgar thought, Cheong-yeon momentarily doubted his ears. But Do-heon’s vigorous thrusting left him no chance to distinguish between sincerity and jest as he could only utter shrill screams.
“Ngh, too fast, hngh…! Ah, no.”
“I’ll finish quickly.”
Do-heon said, applying more force to his grip on Cheong-yeon’s pelvis, as if afraid he might escape. The lewd, slapping sounds echoed throughout the bathroom.
Each time, milky semen overflowed from Cheong-yeon’s red opening, which was struggling to accommodate the cock, and dripped down his groin and thighs. A sticky puddle had already formed on the floor.
“Please, Director… hngh, nngh…! Just a lit-little sl-slower.”
“My name.”
“Hnngh, nnk.”
“Say my name. Haa, then I’ll go in slowly.”
Do-heon urged, thrusting so hard it made a slapping sound.
“Do…heon. Do-heon, ah, it’s too fast.”
Cheong-yeon whimpered, pressing his hands against the tub to avoid hitting his head.
“Go slower, please, Do… aah. Please, Do-heon… nngh…”
Not even aware of what he was saying, Cheong-yeon begged as instructed by Do-heon, over and over. But far from slowing down, the pace increased, making his body flutter like paper.
Both the overwhelming pleasure and Do-heon’s rough movements were too intense for Cheong-yeon to handle.
“Haa, hnnk.”
“Aah, nnk… ngh, nnngh.”
In the midst of what felt like his vision spinning, Cheong-yeon inadvertently tilted his head and caught sight of the mirror hanging beside the bathtub.
In it, the bodies of two men were moving sensually, pressed together. Cheong-yeon stared at Do-heon’s reflection as if entranced.
His face, fiercely contorted with excitement. Looking at him, frowning with flushed features, gave Cheong-yeon a peculiar feeling. The sweat beading on his forehead and temples, and his tightly clenched jaw, were intensely erotic.
The mirror also vividly reflected Cheong-yeon himself, his entire body jerking and his back trembling with each of Do-heon’s thrusts. At a glance, it resembled animals mating.
“Hnnk…! Nnk, ngh!”
Do-heon swept back his sweat-soaked hair and, gripping Cheong-yeon’s buttocks, drove deeply inside.
As the hard shaft crushed precisely against his pleasure point, Cheong-yeon’s head arched back completely. And without even realizing it, he reached his climax.
“Haa… ngh.”
As Cheong-yeon’s inner walls tightened from his orgasm, Do-heon, after thrusting his hips a few more times, buried his cock in the flesh and ejaculated.
Shortly after, Cheong-yeon’s body, which had been barely enduring, went limp, and Do-heon, having withdrawn, supported Cheong-yeon’s drooping form.
That was the last thing Cheong-yeon remembered.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
