Chapter 73
Before a chillingly low and subtle voice could even fade from his ear, a mass of flesh with heavy weight pressed against Eun-hwi’s perineum. Soon, a glistening glans, slick with saliva, forced its way into the tightly narrowed crevice, thrusting up into his limp dick.
“…Ugh!”
Stimuli that maximized sensation assaulted his ears, chest, and thighs simultaneously. Exhausted by the post-orgasmic weakness, Eun-hwi swayed his upper body and quickly swallowed a moan. His lower lip, pressed between his teeth, trembled.
It seemed the warning to prepare himself wasn’t just empty words.
Even at Eun-hwi’s undisguised struggle, Yeo Moon-beom paid no heed, pulling back and thrusting rapidly inward.
“Ah, ungh, eugh… Ah!”
His body shook uncontrollably from the relentless force. Each time the engorged, veined shaft rubbed and scraped against his tender thighs, a stinging pain spread. Instinctively, Eun-hwi shuddered and twisted his hips.
“Haa… Eu, heua.”
His knees, drawn inward to press his thighs together, gradually spread outward. The half-dokkaebi, desperately clinging to the rock to maintain his posture, barely managed to lower his head and look down.
The rough hand pinching and pulling at his erect nipples and the long phallus thrusting between his joined legs filled his vision.
An act similar to, but not quite, sex.
It wasn’t inserted into the hole, but it was practically the same as sex. Only then did Eun-hwi finally realize what Yeo Moon-beom was trying to do.
“Ripe and delicious, right here.”
He pressed his hips close and licked Eun-hwi’s ear, flushed red like a ripe plum.
A shiver ran down his spine, and the fine hairs on his neck stood on end. The sensation of the sticky, moist lips clinging to his ear and the sound, particularly stimulating to his hearing, seemed to awaken a sensitive sense somewhere within his body.
When Eun-hwi involuntarily flinched, Yeo Moon-beom chuckled and took the plump, soft earlobe into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue.
As if determined to forget the taste of the semen he had just drunk, the force with which he sucked and drew at the flesh to extract the sweet juices was considerable.
“If it’s not, ta, tasty… Ugh… It won’t, do. Heut.”
He had said it wouldn’t cause a stomachache and that he had replenished his protein or whatever, but Eun-hwi was still uneasy. His words, that it tasted worse than he thought, echoed in his ears.
Pressing down on his involuntarily shrinking shoulders, he tilted his head so that Yeo Moon-beom could lick his ear comfortably. As if acknowledging his effort, Yeo Moon-beom, who had been gently nibbling at his earlobe, whispered to Eun-hwi in a playful voice.
“Fucking delicious. Here too. Here too. Here too.”
He licked and tasted the hollow behind his ear, his pristine white neck, and the shoulder exposed by his open collar in turn, before finally pulling Eun-hwi close and thrusting his hips powerfully.
“Then, ah, that’s, a relief, I, guess… Augh!”
A ragged moan escaped through his parted pink lips. The warmth against his back and the phallus grinding against his thigh flesh were hot. The contours of the muscles, clinging tightly beneath the thin layer of fabric, were felt so clearly that it was as if they had become one.
“Eun-hwi is delicious too, my dick? You wanted to devour it all along, didn’t you?”
Yeo Moon-beom pulled his hips back slightly before slamming his phallus deep inside. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, wet and rubbing together, rang out clearly. It was loud enough to drown out even the cries of the twinkling fireflies.
“Ah, ungh, aheueung…”
“You have to answer quickly. Hmm?”
“Eueung, ta, tasty, ah…! Tas… ty. Yeo Moon, beom’s, dick. Fucking, tasty… Heut!”
At the repeated urging, Eun-hwi shook his head wildly and shouted. He didn’t fully understand the hidden meaning of the word “devour,” but he loved the warmth that enveloped his skin so much that he didn’t care.
The breath pouring down the back of his neck, the persistent movement of the phallus, and the strong scent permeating his nose shook the half-dokkaebi’s heart.
It was truly a delicious body that he wanted to devour again and again. Just thinking about him made his mouth water like this.
“Drooling all over the place. Such a horndog.”
Yeo Moon-beom lowered his head and licked away the saliva that had trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“So, ugh, you, don’t, like it?”
“How could I not like it? When you’re so damn pretty.”
“Keep, ma, making me, pretty… Yeo Moon, beom, ah…”
He turned his head back as far as he could to meet his eyes. Eun-hwi’s image was clearly reflected in the dark, ink-like pupils.
“I’ll make you pretty. So don’t go anywhere, stay right by my side.”
“I will. Yeo Moon-beom, too, wooeugh, don’t, go, anywhere.”
“I have nowhere to go. I won’t.”
At the confident voice, Eun-hwi stretched his slender eyes into a long line. He was truly sorry to him, but he also thought it was fortunate that he, like him, was hated by the villagers.
Because he had no choice but to stay by his side, unable to go to anyone else.
He never knew that such intense possessiveness, such ugly greed, would surge within him. He was, as expected, a bad dokkaebi who deserved to be pointed at.
Was it because he was also half human that he acted so selfishly, even though he knew full well that it was a wicked thought?
“I, like, Yeo Moon-beom.”
At the lightly ringing confession, Yeo Moon-beom paused his movements for a moment. Then, he gently stroked Eun-hwi’s cheek with his fingertips and asked again.
“You like me?”
“Eueung. Li, ike…”
His narrowly closed eyes suddenly curved softly into crescent moons.
There was a playfulness to it, as if he didn’t even begin to grasp the magnitude of the emotions he held, but Eun-hwi was still happy that he could convey even a little of his feelings.
“I was going to torment you so much that you wouldn’t know what hit you.”
He whispered with a smiling face as he kissed him tenderly.
“I really can’t handle you. Not with Eun-hwi.”
At the same time as the low voice wrapped around his ear, his lips descended again. It was a kiss as soft as a feather, as gentle as a wave. A warm energy spread, tickling his heart.
I like you, Yeo Moon-beom.
I like you.
Eun-hwi whispered to him endlessly in his heart, his lips pressed tightly together. He earnestly hoped that the day would come when he could express these feelings as they were.
He boldly wrapped his tongue around the tongue that had invaded his mouth and pulled it hard. It seemed to have a slightly sour taste, so he rubbed his tongue even deeper and tried to suck up the pooling liquid.
As the kiss gradually deepened, the thick, sturdy arms wrapped around his waist tightened. The movement of the phallus entering and exiting his thighs gradually quickened.
The white, smooth buttocks, crushed against his hard pubic bone, instantly flushed red. It was a tingling sensation that he could never have felt yesterday, when he could only accommodate half of the phallus.
“Ha…”
Yeo Moon-beom, who had finally broken the kiss, exhaled a long breath and grabbed Eun-hwi’s pelvis. With a fierce momentum, as if he would not stop until he reached his climax.
Thwack!
He slammed his phallus against his thighs, which were hot and flushed from the continued friction, over and over again.
Thwack!
It was an incredible force. Even though he wasn’t receiving it directly from behind, the deep insertion, pressing against his entire body, made it impossible to breathe. The sensation of the phallus pressing down on the tender flesh inside his hole was revived.
“Ah! Ah! Heut, ah, eueung… Aht!”
Each time the phallus, which had grown in size again, scraped against his hard glans like a stone, a moan erupted. The shrill sound scattered faintly in the air.
His mind became muddled, and his vision shattered into white. The strange pleasure that had been spreading from his core suddenly surged within him, and his stomach throbbed. Eun-hwi’s phallus, excited once again, clung tightly to his lower abdomen.
“Ah, heut, ah… Aah!”
The flickering light of the yellow fireflies was dizzying, so he lowered his eyelids. But then the speed of the thrusts felt even faster, making him even more dizzy.
The dick, glistening with pre-cum, repeatedly emerged and disappeared between his legs. Eun-hwi clutched at Yeo Moon-beom’s shirt covering the rock with trembling fingertips. He could somehow endure the stinging of his skin, but he couldn’t control his increasingly hazy consciousness.
“Focus.”
As his hips gradually sank, Yeo Moon-beom roughly grabbed his phallus and shook it up and down. The calluses on his palm brushed against the smooth, tender flesh of his peeled skin.
“…Aheut!”
At the sudden stimulation, his hips involuntarily jumped up. The black pupils in his yellow jewel-like eyes widened greatly.
If his ankles hadn’t been hampered by his pants, he would have slammed his knees against the rock. Even if he had really fallen, Yeo Moon-beom wouldn’t have let him.
“Heut, ah, I, feel like, I’m going to, come, again, aht…!”
Eun-hwi, while constantly bursting out with moans filled with tears, wiggled his hips in time with the thrusting rhythm. The tightly swollen testicles dangled between his phallus and his phallus.
“If it’s too hard, come first.”
“No, I want, to, heu. To, come, together.”
Despite the willing permission, Eun-hwi, who was being stubborn, twisted his thighs as much as possible and squeezed Yeo Moon-beom’s throbbing phallus.
