Chapter 58
Si-yul gasped for breath, somehow managing to cling to Hyun-se. He’d tried to pull away, but the swollen head forced its way inside, pushing past the taut boundaries. He rammed it in like breaking down a door, even rubbing the head against the recessed curves to no avail.
“―Ah! No, more, ugh, deeper, deep…!”
Even pushing against Hyun-se’s shoulder, he couldn’t escape. The tip, shaped like a viper’s head, pressed against the area where semen and hole fluid constantly leaked at the slightest touch, probing deeper, pounding against the curved passage. The expression “pounding a dead end with a giant sledgehammer” was perfectly apt.
Si-yul’s feet turned white. His toes curled inwards. He gasped, his neck finally arching back. His taut neck revealed his prominent Adam’s apple, and the whites of his wide eyes were drenched. Tears fell incessantly. His swollen, bitten lips trembled, and tears welled up on his eyelashes like clusters of ripe grapes.
“Ugh, ugh, hmph… .”
Hyun-se’s dick, rubbed raw against his abdomen, rose again as if it had never known death, oozing semen. The color was so thin it looked more like water than semen.
“No, no… Ah!”
Si-yul couldn’t even finish saying no.
He curled up like a bug, burying his face in Hyun-se’s arm. After all that pounding, he finally broke through the unyielding, curved passage. A lightning-like thrill shattered his spine.
His nerves, unable to withstand the overwhelming pleasure, burned black, and instead of darkness, red, yellow, and white fireworks exploded behind his squeezed-shut eyes. Even though his testicles ached from the lack of remaining fluid, his dick remained stubbornly erect. It trembled, but not a single drop emerged.
Hyun-se also swallowed a short moan and embraced Si-yul fiercely, as if he didn’t even consider his weight of over 100kg, nearly crushing him. His inner flesh felt like it would burst around his dick. The moist mucous membrane, like a clam, exuded moisture, wetting the head and clinging tightly, as if sucking it in. He couldn’t bear it without cumming.
“Hmph… .”
Si-yul buried his forehead in Hyun-se’s nape. Warm fluid welled up anew in his wet flesh. It gushed out, leaving its mark on the mucous membrane already full of hole fluid. As if once wasn’t enough, he withdrew halfway, then re-entered, releasing another torrent, no less than the first. He leisurely moved inside, spreading the semen across the wet mucous membrane.
“…Your scent.”
Hyun-se, his nose buried in Si-yul’s nape, inhaled deeply and spoke. His eyes were hazy, just as they had been when he first entered the doorway. With eyes clearly out of focus, he meticulously scanned Si-yul’s face. Even after that rough thrusting, he showed no sign of fatigue.
Si-yul, on the other hand, was lost in a daze, as if sucked into the bed.
He shivered, shivering like someone with a chill, from the lingering heat of pleasure.
“I’m going crazy.”
Though his voice was audible, he didn’t register the meaning. Hyun-se adjusted their position, gathering the limp Si-yul. He lay his on the bed, placing him on top of him, lifting his drooping head to steal a kiss. When Si-yul flinched, the dick still embedded in his flesh pushed further into him.
The rut was only just beginning. That was a fact that wouldn’t change even if Si-yul lost consciousness.
His throat burned. It felt like all the moisture in his body had evaporated into thin air. Even parched earth in a drought wouldn’t be drier than his throat.
He whispered, *Water*, but his voice, along with his moisture, seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the movement of his lips.
As if his plea had been heard, someone pressed their lips to his, pouring water into his mouth. It was sweeter than nectar. Tilting his head, he opened his mouth and drank like a bird. One sip wasn’t enough, so he stuck his tongue out to chase the water.
Only after two or three sips could he lift his eyelids. Even then, he couldn’t immediately focus. He furrowed his brows to clear his blurry vision, and then a hazy figure came into view. It was Hyun-se.
As if waking from a very long dream, Si-yul finally returned to reality. Hyun-se lay facing him. Beyond him, he saw an empty water bottle.
“Did I… cough… faint?”
Even with water, squeezing out his voice was difficult. Si-yul managed to complete his sentence, punctuated by occasional coughs. Hyun-se replied with a low, “Yes,” and brushed his wet hair back. His eyes seemed sharper than before.
“For how long?”
“Quite a while.”
He couldn’t remember when he’d lost consciousness. Si-yul slowly retraced his steps. One by one, actions that were incomparable to the videos he’d watched for study surfaced. Hyun-se’s first orgasm, being ridden from above and below, riding him while sitting astride him, and finally hanging onto his upper body like a baby bird clinging to its mother, even moving to the sofa.
He vaguely remembered thinking it would be easier to just faint, but even that was impossible because of the overwhelming scent Hyun-se exuded. His body finally shut down after exceeding its limits.
Even when he briefly opened his eyes, he was in Hyun-se’s arms. The pleasure was so intense it felt like dying. Blackout, then blackout again. Only after their intertwined bodies separated did the respite come.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
His hand touched his stomach. The last time he saw his body, it was drenched in someone’s bodily fluids, but now it was dry. Hyun-se must have cleaned him.
The warm temperature melted his aching insides. At the same time, his insides felt like ice cream left at room temperature—sticky. Even when he tensed his buttocks, semen and hole fluid leaked, wetting the entrance.
Despite the intense intimacy, he wasn’t surprisingly hungry. He had no appetite. He was completely drained, wanting only to lie in bed. Sleep wouldn’t come, however, because the scent and heat emanating from Hyun-se hadn’t yet subsided.
After a moment’s hesitation, he shook his head and looked around. It seemed like he’d come in when it was dark, but the late afternoon’s yellow sunlight was filtering through the curtains. Looking at the clock, he questioned why the hour hand was pointing to such an unbelievable number. Si-yul blinked slowly three times before realizing the time. A whole day had already passed.
“I should eat something.”
This time, his hand traced his side. His flat hip, the handprints, and the bruised thighs. His hand moved from the inside of his thigh down to his knee, as if tracing the path of the spilled semen. Si-yul had no strength to avoid it. He let Hyun-se touch him as he pleased. More than sexual, his fingers meticulously traced the marks he’d left on his skin.
“Rut… how long does it usually last?”
“Three to four days.”
Only one day had passed. The future seemed bleak. The thought of the inhibitor ampoules he’d been about to throw away flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
The hand that had freely caressed the inside of his thigh moved past his shrunken scrotum and lower. Si-yul looked up in astonishment. Hyun-se had his usual harmless smile, but lust gleamed in his eyes.
“Again? Surely…?”
“Spread your legs. I need to drain your semen.”
“Semen… .”
Si-yul echoed Hyun-se’s words like an idiot. His head was muddled. He didn’t know if it was the pheromones or the depletion of energy to think, but despite feeling a sense of danger, he obediently spread his legs. As he bent his knees and placed his feet on the sheet, he heard a gentle compliment, “Good boy.”
The entrance was swollen, like a plump ring. However, he felt almost no pain or discomfort, unlike the usual post-coital sensations. Was this also a characteristic of his genotype? While his thoughts wandered, a thick finger gently pressed against the tightly closed entrance and entered.
Si-yul bit his lip, a soft moan escaping. The inside was as swollen as the entrance, barely accommodating a single finger. He clenched his mouth shut, his inner flesh resisting, but the finger forcefully pushed through. One finger became two, and as he bent his knuckles to explore inside, a whitish fluid dribbled out from the quivering opening. Semen and hole fluid mixed, creating a cloudy color.
“Ugh… .”
Si-yul covered his mouth with his forearm. As the flat fingerprint of his finger rubbed against his mucous membrane, his body involuntarily released more hole fluid. Even after the semen drained, his insides remained sticky with hole fluid. Perhaps some energy had returned after sleeping, as his limp dick was regaining some firmness.
His finger withdrew and then delved deep again, inevitably causing a grating sound. As if with no malicious intent, he meticulously worked the area, as if there was semen trapped in the folds. He pressed his fingertip against the G-spot, then suddenly twisted the mucous membrane by rotating his palm.
“Ugh!”
If he didn’t get hard with this stimulation, he’d be a eunuch.
His dick was fully erect. Seeing it rise again after all the semen and hole fluid he’d released before fainting, he wondered if the beast wasn’t Hyun-se, but himself.
Si-yul bit his forearm. A blush returned to his pale cheeks. Fearing he’d vomit the water he’d just drunk onto his dick if he left his hand there, he grabbed his wrist, as if snatching it from between his widely spread legs.
“Only… only the semen.”
“I didn’t say ‘only’ the semen.”
