“A womb…?”
“Yes. We’re married now, so we can have a baby. That’s why you need a womb.”
The man’s gaze fell on the wedding ring hanging from Seong-hyeon’s left nipple. Whenever he saw it, he felt a sense of satisfaction and reached out to gently twist the nipple.
“Ah! Oh, baby…”
Now, Seong-hyeon could reach climax with just his chest alone, panting as he murmured. The man toyed with Seong-hyeon’s nipple, muttering,
“I don’t have any family left. Just you, Seong-hyeon.”
“Mmm…”
His husband, that is, had lived alone with his father, who had passed away. Seong-hyeon nodded vacantly, recalling the faint memory.
“But still, three is better than two. I want us to have a child.”
“Our child.”
Seong-hyeon smiled happily at the pleasant sound of it.
“You like that?”
“Yes. I like the idea of having a child with you.”
Anything his husband gave him was good. So, naturally, a child would be too.
“I’m glad you like it.”
The man smiled brightly, his face as handsome as a celebrity’s, no, even more so. Seong-hyeon gazed at him, entranced.
“It wouldn’t be good if the person having a child hated children, right? So, I was worried, but I’m glad. It seems okay to give Seong-hyeon a womb.”
The man’s words weren’t seeking agreement. He didn’t need Seong-hyeon’s consent. He could do whatever he wanted. Because Yoon Seong-hyeon could and would do anything for him. He had been taught to do so. Still, the fact that he asked made Seong-hyeon happy, so he smiled.
“How about this weekend?”
Instead of nodding, Seong-hyeon kissed the thick flesh in front of him. He licked the tip of the cock, where a slight wetness had formed, and heard his husband murmur, “Ah, Yoon Seong-hyeon, you’re really…” He thought that if he made him feel even better, his husband might put his cock inside him.
Just as he was about to move his tongue more eagerly, thinking about how he wanted to take it in his ass, the man pulled away again.
The thick cock slipped out of Seong-hyeon’s mouth, lightly tapping his chin. The man stood up and picked up a box that was casually placed on the side table.
“We should start getting ready to go, Seong-hyeon. You have to meet your friend.”
Friend? Who? Why?
“We need to hand out our wedding invitations.”
Oh, right. Wedding invitations.
“I, or rather, we rushed the ceremony a bit, but thinking about it, that wasn’t right. A wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime event. So, let’s do the ceremony properly this time.”
The man took something out of the box.
“You were close with Kim Jin-woo, right?”
The name that had faintly lingered in his memory resurfaced from his husband’s lips. Yes, that’s right. They were close. They kept in touch even after graduation, and then at some point, they stopped.
“Yeah, we were close. But I haven’t seen him in a while. I wonder how he’s doing.”
“Well, you’ll see him soon. We’re going to visit him today.”
The man handed Seong-hyeon a stack of wedding invitations.
“Give these to your friends. Make sure they know about our wedding.”
Seong-hyeon took the invitations, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He hadn’t seen his friends in so long, and now he was inviting them to his wedding.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you. We’ll do this together.”
The man smiled reassuringly, and Seong-hyeon felt a wave of gratitude. He was always there for him, supporting him, loving him.
“Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Seong-hyeon. Now, let’s get ready to go.”
Seong-hyeon nodded, feeling a sense of purpose. He was going to see his friends and invite them to his wedding. It was a big step, but with his husband by his side, he felt like he could do anything.
As they got ready to leave, Seong-hyeon couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. He was marrying the love of his life, and he wanted the world to know. He couldn’t wait to see the looks on his friends’ faces when they saw how happy he was.
With the invitations in hand, Seong-hyeon and his husband set out to spread the news of their love and their upcoming wedding. It was a day filled with anticipation and joy, a day that Seong-hyeon would never forget.
“Tell him about it. While you’re at it, ask for my name or something. Oh, right.”
Seong-hyeon heard the man’s words as if they were coming from a distant place, his gaze fixed on the object in his hand.
The large, thick-knuckled hand held neither a thin paper envelope nor a wedding invitation. Instead, it was a vibrator in a garish color that the man held with a gentle smile.
“Since I couldn’t give you my cock, wear this instead.”
***
4:18 PM, a bustling street.
People hurried along, focused on their own paths. Unlike them, Seong-hyeon walked slowly, dragging his heavy legs. He needed to hurry, to finish his errands and return to his beloved…
“Excuse me, are you alright?”
Seong-hyeon was startled by the sudden voice. Looking up, he saw a man approaching him, concern etched on his face.
“You’ve been sweating a lot… Are you feeling unwell?”
He’s a good person. A kind person. Seong-hyeon smiled and shook his head.
“No, I’m fine…, ah!”
Before he could finish his sentence, his body jerked involuntarily. His lips parted, and a moan escaped. The sensual sound made the man flinch.
“Oh, um… Well, if you’re okay, that’s good…”
The man scratched his cheek, looking somewhat awkward.
“I was just worried…”
“Oh, thank you…, ah!”
Bzzzzzz.
The vibrations deep inside made Seong-hyeon’s eyes glaze over. The vibrator, pushed in as far as it could go, relentlessly stimulated his inner walls. Though it lacked the size and heat of his beloved’s cock, the constant vibrations were enough to melt Seong-hyeon’s senses.
“Huh? Is that a phone ringing somewhere…?”
The man glanced at Seong-hyeon awkwardly, fumbling in his pocket as if searching for his phone. Seeing this, Seong-hyeon found it amusing and chuckled.
“It’s not a phone…, ah, it’s something my beloved put inside me…”
“What?”
The man’s eyes widened in shock. Seong-hyeon couldn’t understand why the man looked so surprised. Soon, the man was staring at him as if he were crazy. When his gaze shifted to Seong-hyeon’s lower body, Seong-hyeon felt deeply uncomfortable. It was wrong for anyone other than his beloved to look at his body. He existed only for his beloved.
Otherwise, he would lose his love forever.
‘That would be terrible, Seong-hyeon. Very terrible.’
He had taught Seong-hyeon this way.
Just as a kiss is sex with the mouth, the thought of not being loved by his beloved was terrifying.
Yes, that’s why he shouldn’t talk to other men. If he did, his beloved would be furious, and if he was angry, he wouldn’t give him his cock anymore, and that would be awful…
…What? What’s so awful?
Seong-hyeon blinked rapidly, looking like a madman. The man who had hesitated near him quickly distanced himself and left. Seong-hyeon stared blankly at the scene, his eyes finally returning to normal.
“What the…”
Where am I?
Looking around in confusion, Seong-hyeon frowned. Why is my ass so wet again, damn it. It felt as if he had pissed himself, his underwear soaked and clinging to his skin. Yet, the uncomfortable sensation was strangely familiar.
Well, there was that time he went to work with his beloved’s cum filling his ass for a month, so… oh, damn.
Two conflicting thoughts struck Seong-hyeon at once. He vaguely remembered using feminine hygiene products to keep his beloved’s cum from leaking out of his ass. It should have been disgusting and creepy, but…
“Mmm…”
Recalling that moment, his insides throbbed. The memory of his beloved’s thick, hard cock rubbing and pressing against his sensitive spots made his hole clench tightly.
He let out a moan again.
Bzzzzzz. The vibrator deep inside his ass buzzed intensely. Seong-hyeon gritted his teeth to keep from drooling.
Why am I here…
Amidst the overwhelming pleasure, Seong-hyeon’s eyes caught a familiar shop sign. Unconsciously, he grabbed his phone and checked the messages from Jin-woo. The name on the sign matched the one in the message.
I need to go there.
Why?
To meet Jin-woo.
Why?
To find out that bastard’s name.
That bastard?
That fucking asshole who does weird things to me.
Why?
Because if I know that bastard’s name, he won’t do weird things to me anymore.
In that moment, Seong-hyeon realized why he was there and what he needed to do. He no longer cared about his soaked underwear or the vibrator in his ass.
It didn’t bother him. The important thing was to find out that bastard’s name from Jin-woo.
To Seong-hyeon, this seemed more important than anything else. Naturally, because his beloved had told him to ask his friend for his name. So, he had to obey.
Seong-hyeon desperately moved his barely functioning legs toward the shop. After just a few steps, sweat poured down his face. Others stared at him as if he were crazy, but Seong-hyeon didn’t care. He didn’t need to worry about people he’d never see again.
As he opened the café door and stepped inside, the cool air clung to his skin. In the unusually empty café, he spotted Jin-woo sitting alone, looking dazed. Even after years, Seong-hyeon recognized him instantly.
“Hey.”
Seong-hyeon called out softly to Jin-woo, afraid that speaking too loudly would intensify the sensation in his ass. Fortunately, Jin-woo noticed him right away.
“Oh, Yoon Seong-hyeon.”
Jin-woo waved awkwardly but seemed genuinely glad to see him. Seong-hyeon started to wave back but stopped abruptly as the vibrator’s intensity suddenly increased, sending a jolt through his body. Jin-woo looked confused.
“Seong-hyeon? What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing…”
Seong-hyeon awkwardly sat down across from Jin-woo. The vibrator pressed against the hard seat, making his body tremble again. He fought the urge to grind his ass against the chair. Someone approached and placed a menu on the table. Without looking at them, Seong-hyeon ordered a café latte, all while the fake cock relentlessly stimulated his insides.
He soon realized that the cushion of his seat was soaked. Amidst the exhausting pleasure, Seong-hyeon managed to speak.
“How, ah, how have you been…?”
“Yeah, I’ve been okay… And you…?”
Jin-woo hesitated, unsure of what to say.
“Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”
“No, fuck, I’m not sick…, ah!”
Before Seong-hyeon could explain that it was because of the toy his beloved had put inside him, his ass jerked up.
Bzzzzzz! His whole body shook, and his ass lifted halfway off the seat. The overwhelming pleasure made him grip the table tightly.
“Ah!”
The relentless vibrations stimulated his insides, making his vision blur. The toy, shorter than his beloved’s cock, teased his inner walls, making them clench and try to pull it deeper. Seong-hyeon found himself grinding his ass in the air, chasing the pleasure, when he suddenly noticed Jin-woo’s bewildered face.
“Uh…”
Why is he here again? Oh, right. The name.
“Ah, you, ah, uh… the name.”
“N-name?”
“That bastard… from high school, ah, that bastard.”
“That bastard?”
“Fuck! That bastard! The homo!”
Seong-hyeon’s sudden outburst made Jin-woo flinch, his shoulders hunching. His eyes, which had been rolling around, finally settled in one direction.
“Ah…, um.”
Seong-hyeon’s face lit up at Jin-woo’s reaction, but what came out of his mouth wasn’t what he expected.
“I don’t know.”
“What? Why, why don’t you know?”
“Huh? Well, because we weren’t close…”
Jin-woo looked confused, as if wondering why Seong-hyeon was even asking. Seong-hyeon wanted to scream and punch that stupid face.
Fuck, why can’t you remember! Why can’t you remember! You have to remember! You should have remembered! Otherwise, I…!
“If you’re that curious, just look it up in the yearbook.”
“Yearbook?”
Seong-hyeon, who had been mentally strangling his high school friend, repeated the word blankly. Jin-woo nodded.
“Yeah, all the names are in there. Don’t you have your yearbook?”
