Chapter 91
His glistening glans, slick with fluid, disappeared partially into the roundly opened mouth. Eun-hwi kissed the shaft with his lips, then flicked his tongue out to lick the head.
Was this how Yeo Moon-beom felt when he sucked him off?
The smooth texture of the skin against his tongue was incredibly fascinating. The half-dokkaebi pressed his tongue back, rubbing the rounded tip over and over.
Chwup.
The wet sound echoed through the spacious room. Thighs woven with firm muscle twitched beneath the thin fabric of his pants. He must have been feeling the same ecstasy and thrill that Eun-hwi had experienced. Eun-hwi’s large, yellow eyes sparkled with interest.
“…Haa.”
Yeo Moon-beom let out a languid sigh, gripping Eun-hwi’s hair with one hand. As Eun-hwi gazed up at his eyes, clouded with heat, his dick, which had seemed as if it couldn’t possibly get any bigger, swelled even more. Little by little, the shaft pushed into his mouth, which was already filled to capacity with just the head.
His dick was much hotter, harder, and bigger than he had seen and touched. It wasn’t just a club, but a red-hot iron club.
Eun-hwi grasped the shaft, which he couldn’t even hold in one hand, with both hands and clumsily slid his tongue up and down.
“D’you feel gooood…?”
He pursed his cheeks to avoid touching his teeth and asked him while sucking on his dick as diligently as he could. A mumbled pronunciation that even he could barely understand came out.
“Goo, good?”
He rolled only his eyes upward, watching Yeo Moon-beom’s reaction. It pleased him to see his eyes narrow each time he pressed his tongue against the tangled veins that ran down the thick shaft like vines. He had only ever received pleasure, so he felt secretly proud to be able to give it to him.
Gaining confidence, the half-dokkaebi nibbled at his dick with his lips. His tongue was gradually crushed against the thick shaft, making it difficult to breathe, but it was still bearable.
“Baby. How long are you going to play around? I’m busy.”
“…Huh, un?”
“Stop teasing and move your head.”
Yeo Moon-beom tightened his grip on his hair.
Eun-hwi’s hesitating head was pressed down, and his dick plunged in helplessly. The volume of the shaft filling his mouth made his jaw feel stiff and sore, as if it would dislocate.
“Ugh, uuugh…!”
He gagged momentarily, letting out a groan. But Eun-hwi didn’t take his lips off and bit down on the throbbing dick in his mouth.
He didn’t want to give up on this act now. It was because of his petty pride that he could do this much, too.
And his desire to be with him for even a minute longer under the guise of pleasing him was also great.
Whether he knew Eun-hwi’s heart or not, Yeo Moon-beom grabbed his hair and repeatedly lifted and pressed down. The blunt head scraped against the roof of his mouth as if rubbing it, then slipped deep into his contracting throat.
He tried to breathe through his nose as he did when kissing, but it wasn’t easy. Tears welled up again, beading on his long, slender eyelashes. The dew, bathed in the sunlight pouring in through the large window, shone like tiny jewels.
“Ugh… Hng, heuu.”
“Is it hard? Should we stop?”
Yeo Moon-beom pulled his head back, extracting his dick from Eun-hwi’s mouth. Only then did the blocked airway open, and air flowed in comfortably.
“Huu, I’ll, I’ll do it.”
However, rather than relief, a sense of impatience that he had failed to please him swept through the half-dokkaebi’s heart. He quickly licked his saliva-covered lips with his tongue and then swallowed his dick deeply in one go.
He moved his head back and forth, running his tongue from the base to the head. The still clumsy movements failed to find their way, and the slipping dick poked his soft cheeks. Even so, Eun-hwi continued to lick the moist, hot flesh diligently.
He was happy to be able to have his thing, which he had so longed to hold, even like this. The thrill of having him trapped inside him sent shivers down his spine.
“Haa….”
As he gradually became accustomed to the act, Yeo Moon-beom’s flushed face came into Eun-hwi’s view. He diligently watched Yeo Moon-beom, who would glance at the ceiling as if he couldn’t take it every time he tightened his throat, and then let out his held-in breath like a sigh.
Eun-hwi imprinted on his retina, again and again, the neat forehead and elegant nose bridge, the parted, plump lips peeking out from his disheveled hair. Features that were not enough to be described as just handsome.
‘…He’s cool. He’s sexy.’
His desire for him was precarious, as if it would overflow. Perhaps this was the psychological stimulation of feeling sexy that Dr. Hong had talked about. Eun-hwi opened his mouth wide and sucked his dick even deeper.
“I can’t take it anymore. Sorry.”
Suddenly reaching out, Yeo Moon-beom grabbed his head with even more force than before and began to move his hips back and forth.
His dick, turned into a weapon, pressed down on his Adam’s apple.
He was suffocating. Eun-hwi couldn’t even moan and barely held onto his thighs to endure. Once, a crazed Mongdal ghost had choked him after eating a lot of poisonous mushrooms, and a similar pain washed over him.
“…Keuh, eu, ugh.”
The teardrops that had been beading on the tips of his eyelashes scattered in all directions from the force of the dick pounding into his throat.
It was no longer bearable. His throat, filled with saliva and reaching its limit, twitched regardless of Eun-hwi’s will, tightly constricting the penetrating head.
“Keut…!”
At the same time, Yeo Moon-beom’s breathing cut short, as if he had reached his climax. He trembled unconsciously and quickly pulled out his dick. But it was already too late. Hot, sticky semen splattered and drenched Eun-hwi’s face thickly.
“…Shit.”
“Ughh….”
“Don’t open your eyes. I’ll wipe it off.”
Yeo Moon-beom couldn’t hide his embarrassment as he rubbed his eyes with his thumb. Meanwhile, the white liquid clinging to his flushed cheeks couldn’t bear its weight and descended. It lingered briefly inside his nostrils, then flowed down to his lips and slipped into his open mouth, pooling on his tongue.
The half-dokkaebi rolled his tongue, thinking that anything of his was good. Unlike what he had expected, that it would taste salty like tears, a bitter and fishy taste spread in his mouth.
“Ew. It tastes weird.”
“Why are you eating it?”
Yeo Moon-beom, who had finished wiping his face with a tissue, lightly chided him.
“Yeo Moon-beom also… Ah, you also ate it.”
“So you were curious about the taste?”
“Yes.”
Unable to swallow the semen, he only stuck his tongue out of his lips. Sending him a look that asked him to wipe it off here, too.
Yeo Moon-beom, wearing an enigmatic smile, bent down slightly. Then, he wrapped his tongue around Eun-hwi’s tongue.
“…Eut?”
His tongue, which had rushed in in an instant, swept the back of his teeth and the soft mucous membrane. It was a tenacious movement, as if he would scrape away every last drop.
He took the saliva and semen together, spat them out on a tissue, and then passed by Eun-hwi, who was standing there dazed, took something out of his bag, and popped a round marble into his mouth.
“Now it’s done, right?”
A sweet plum flavor spread throughout his mouth. It was a jawbreaker that became sweeter the more he rolled it. He must have set it aside for him, who didn’t buy candy among the many snacks.
“It’s a reward for sucking me off so well.”
Yeo Moon-beom gave him an incredibly handsome smile and poked his cheek, which was bulging out in the shape of the jawbreaker, with his index finger.
The memory of the day he first met him, a strange intruder, suddenly came to mind. At the time, he couldn’t bring himself to spit out or swallow the candy dangling from his tongue and only looked around cautiously.
Eun-hwi, without the slightest hesitation, rolled the large jawbreaker and sucked the sweet juice, then hugged the man in front of him tightly.
To him, Yeo Moon-beom was always like a candy he received as a reward.
An existence that made the corners of his lips rise on their own just by looking at him, that he wanted to quietly bring his tongue to and lick, an existence that made his heart swell and flutter just by having him by his side.
An existence that made the slow-flowing time of waiting not boring.
“Yeo Moon-beom-ah.”
“Why, Eun-hwi-ya.”
“I like you.”
As much as Gabi.
No, maybe even more than that.
He expressed it in one word, pressing down on his rising heart. The half-dokkaebi, looking at his face with surprised eyes at the confession full of sincerity, conveyed the words that he had not been able to say to his father ten years ago.
“I’ll be waiting. You have to come quickly.”
A slanting ray of light fell onto the painting hanging on the wall.
Even though the figure standing with his back to the window was admiring the painting, the shadow of the light cast into the room was drawing a straight line. As if reflecting transparent glass.
Click.
Yeo Moon-beom carefully attached a miniature camera to the bottom of the painting with his hand wearing a nitrile glove. Even though he was wearing a dokkaebi hat and no one would find out, his movements were cautious.
With Jang Gitae away on an overseas business trip, installing the camera was to make the revenge plan even more perfect. The more image training and rehearsals, the better.
It was then, as he was about to turn around after copying Jang Gitae’s computer and extracting the necessary information, that a short vibration rang in his pocket.
He had already figured out in advance that all electronic devices held in his hand while wearing the dokkaebi hat would not be visible to others, especially surveillance cameras. Yeo Moon-beom took out his cell phone without hesitation and checked the screen.
Rabbit
Uh what should I say
5:13 PM
Uh
5:21 PM
Hey
5:25 PM
Yeah uh
5:38 PM
Yeo Moon-beom
5:42 PM
Yeo
5:57 PM
How’s the taste
6:34 PM
When are we having sex
8:46 PM
Before leaving the hotel, he had given Eun-hwi the burner phone he had used for his second identity and taught him how to send messages using Siri.
At the end of a list of messages that were informal, misspelled his name, and incomprehensible as to why they were sent, there was a very explicit protest message.
He laughed, imagining his face pouting with dissatisfaction. The furrow that had been constantly drawn between his thick eyebrows softened gently.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
