“…”
“What are you thinking to be like that already?”
Silence was the minimum or perhaps maximum defense to protect myself. In other words, it could be called my only defense.
“Are you thinking the same thing as me?”
Unlike the playful question mixed with light laughter, his deep eyes persistently met my trembling eyes as if trying to dig through my mind.
I was afraid his persistent gaze would read my mind completely at any moment. I was most afraid he might laugh saying he knew I would be like this.
I had to move, if only to divert Woo Tae-seon’s attention.
“…I’ll, I’ll do it. Right, now.”
I checked with him occasionally as if reporting that I was doing what he ordered. With his firm thigh between my legs, I stood on my knees on the soft bed.
While thinking it was fortunate to have the robe that somewhat covered me from the gaze piercing my entire body like the blazing sun, I was acutely conscious of my bare flesh underneath. I imagined Woo Tae-seon’s thigh that would soon touch my buttocks. I lowered my hypersensitive buttocks as slowly as possible.
Amusingly, the first place I touched was something unexpected, which made me react even more sensitively.
My dick pointing downward. More precisely, the slight brush against the tip of the glans made my buttocks rise back up sharply. The slow descent had actually resulted in a more careful tickling.
Just as I was thinking it would have been better to sit down at once, my stiffly raised buttocks suddenly descended onto Woo Tae-seon’s thigh. It was because Woo Tae-seon had spread one of my knees outward from where they supported me on the bed. Having suddenly lost my balance, I had to sit down directly on top of Woo Tae-seon.
“…Ah.”
Could it be because my skin had cooled from washing with cold water? For the first time, I thought Woo Tae-seon’s skin beneath me felt extremely hot.
“Are you cold?”
“…You’re the one who’s hot.”
“Stop the habit of washing with cold water. Summer colds are dangerous.”
Without warning, the fingers that had spread my knees now began to stroke downward ticklishly. This gentle atmosphere neither suited him nor was it something I wanted. So I snapped without thinking.
“I don’t catch colds easily.”
“Then was all that groaning the other day just body aches?”
“…Hey.”
My heart, which had dropped, began to pound rapidly. With each thump of my heart, I felt that everything was being transmitted to Woo Tae-seon.
Of course, in the way I least wanted. I wasn’t standing on tiptoe, and what was in contact with my lower parts was Woo Tae-seon.
“Why are you so tense about this?”
Although Woo Tae-seon was beneath and I was sitting on top, his thigh seemed to thoroughly press against every part of me—from my flaccid dick to my soft testicles and every corner of my perineum.
I closed my eyes while placing my hands on his log-like hard thigh and rubbing myself against his well-formed leg muscles. I didn’t want to see anything.
Whether mindlessly rubbing was also a form of stimulation, the heat gradually rising from various places as time passed stirred me in a familiar way. I couldn’t tell whether speed increased as the heat rose, or if it was the other way around.
“Haah…”
I was particularly sensitive today. With every movement, even the feeling of the soft robe swaying and brushing against my body was enough to gently scratch me.
A familiar warmth cut through between. Woo Tae-seon’s palm had traveled along my tense waist to the back.
“I noticed last time.”
The palm that had been caressing my buttocks suddenly and roughly pulled me toward him, and I was helplessly dragged along. Finding myself abruptly embraced by Woo Tae-seon, I had to hear his whispering voice from very close to my ear.
“You come better when you look at me.”
“No, that’s not true!”
I struggled desperately to push away the shoulders blocking me, but the more I did, the only thing that came off was the robe I was wearing, not myself from Woo Tae-seon’s embrace.
His chest, like a solid fortress, didn’t move an inch. Everything about Woo Tae-seon was like a high tower designed solely to confine me. Only after being completely stripped did I realize this fact and learned to give up, helplessly dropping my arms.
But Woo Tae-seon had an easier method, one that made me embrace him voluntarily.
“Haut!”
My arms, which had reflexively wrapped around Woo Tae-seon’s neck, trembled, and my buttocks shot up toward the sky. Because of the finger penetrating me without warning, I had to cling to Woo Tae-seon first.
Woo Tae-seon generally acted kind and gentle, but he never gave me what I needed most.
Just as he would gently stroke my waist and pat my buttocks while simultaneously relentlessly thrusting into my tightly closed hole with his other hand.
“If you keep pushing me away after coming back after so long.”
“Ugh! Huut! Haa, ut!”
“I’ll want to thrust in more.”
Woo Tae-seon ceaselessly entered and exited the narrow hole while keeping me completely confined in his arms.
Heuk. Hup. It wasn’t easy to forcibly swallow hot breaths. But if I didn’t swallow them, strange moaning sounds would escape, so I had no choice but to endure by biting my lips tightly.
“You can handle it, right?”
Woo Tae-seon had always been attentive to my reactions, but lately he had become more explicit and meticulous. If before he would wait for me to respond honestly, now he waited until I reached the response he desired.
“…Please, huuh. Please stop now.”
“Not yet.”
What Woo Tae-seon wanted was thin semen. Not the thick, sticky semen that trickled down, which Woo Tae-seon had once called a fountain, but semen closer to watery fluid.
“Now, now it’s thin…”
“That’s just because you’ve released a lot.”
The problem was that such semen wasn’t coming out. It wasn’t just difficult to produce—that day had been the first and last time. Even though Woo Tae-seon knew this, he persisted as if he wouldn’t be satisfied until my dick produced what he wanted.
Woo Tae-seon tenaciously persisted until I became exhausted and lost consciousness. After ejaculating several times throughout the night, by dawn’s end, a small amount of water-like substance would shoot out with a pft sound. Of course, it wasn’t what he wanted.
“Ha… school. I have school, Tae-seon. I need to go, to school.”
In terms of frequency, my meetings with Woo Tae-seon were becoming increasingly shorter in interval, and in terms of time spent beside him, they were becoming longer.
Instead of suggesting it to me, Woo Tae-seon simply made it so that there was no other choice. Unlike in the beginning when he would leave immediately after everything was done, now he wouldn’t let me go until I collapsed from exhaustion.
When I regained consciousness, it was often before sunrise. I was becoming accustomed to that dim light spreading at dawn.
“Stop, please. Sto-, haah…”
I was scared. That despite fulfilling various conditions of sex one by one and carefully going through all the stages, there was still no penetration. Just as sometimes a calm sea can be more frightening than crashing waves, the current situation seemed more precarious.
“Ah, ah! …Haaugk!”
I regretted that day many times. I shouldn’t have provoked Woo Tae-seon. Intoxicated by the thought that I had influenced Woo Tae-seon for the first time, that I had stimulated him who was always composed, I didn’t think about the consequences. I realized far too late that my clumsy rebellion had fueled the flames.
“…Sleep well.”
Unlike the affectionate hand caressing my cheek, his voice was quite dissatisfied. But since this was permission that we could finally end, I immediately closed my eyes. I let go of my consciousness that was already fading in and out.
Should I just be satisfied? There’s no need to worry in advance about things that haven’t happened. I’ve avoided the worst. So I even thought that this much was tolerable. That it might be okay.
* * *
“Hello.”
“Welcome.”
The store I entered, accompanied by a small bell sound, was a takeout lunch box specialty shop I headed to right after work. The prices were cheap, the portions generous, and the taste quite good, making it a place I frequented regularly.
Perhaps because of this, even before I approached the counter, the familiar employee standing there asked with a smile:
“The hearty lunch box again today?”
“Ah, no. Today I’ll have something else…”
Despite it not being a particularly difficult decision, I stared at the menu intensely for a while. After much deliberation, what I ultimately chose was the cheapest lunch box with only basic side dishes.
I handed over my card. The payment was processed with a mechanical sound, accompanied by a short vibration on my phone as the payment message arrived. I quickly scanned it with my eyes and swiped it away with my thumb. The final amount at the end of the message was particularly unpleasant to look at today.
But the things you don’t want to see are often the first to catch your eye.
I really shouldn’t be spending money like this… As I pocketed my card and roughly stuffed my phone into my pocket, I mentally counted how many days were left in the month and sighed. From the moment I sat down at the seat closest to the counter, I regretted it. Maybe I should have just eaten ramen instead.
Looking at my current financial situation, I knew that even the basic lunch box was a luxury. Dinner should have been ramen. But after ten days, then fifteen days, and now nearly a month, I was sick of even looking at ramen packages.
