“The one who created Mother’s Land.”
“…!!!”
“So you’re the one who should drop dead.”
“T-that’s…”
“I like your face, but let’s see if the rest measures up.”
Kim Seonghee grabbed Jiwon’s ankles with one hand, lifting them. Jiwon’s exposed ass made him blush with shame. Kim Seonghee spread his cheeks with both hands, then frowned.
“Fuck. Someone beat me to it.”
He saw the swollen hole and realized Jiwon had already been taken. Jiwon had no response.
“Well… doesn’t matter.”
Kim Seonghee unzipped his suit pants. His massive cock strained against his underwear, ready to burst out. Jiwon broke into a cold sweat. That thing inside me? I’ll die. He tried to scramble away, but Kim Seonghee effortlessly dragged him back by the legs.
“Bet it was Jak. That bastard is efficient, but he pisses me off with this shit.”
No one had told Jiwon. He’d assumed Kim Seonghee was a woman—his name was ambiguous, like Jiwon’s own, which people often mistook for a woman’s.
The founder of Mother’s Land was a man. A burly middle-aged man. The realization hit Jiwon hard.
“Should I clean you up, or should I just put it in like this?”
Kim Seonghee’s low voice rumbled through the room. Jiwon, desperate to buy time, crawled between Kim Seonghee’s legs when he spread them. He bit the waistband of the underwear and pulled it down, revealing a cock as massive as Jak’s. Jiwon’s head spun.
Maybe if I look pitiful… It seemed worth a try. He cautiously took the tip into his mouth and looked up. Kim Seonghee was frowning.
“Don’t play games. Jak trained you, didn’t he?”
It was a losing strategy. Jiwon had no choice but to take as much of the cock into his mouth as he could. Jak had said his mouth was small but deep. Maybe that was his only advantage. As he took the cock all the way in, Kim Seonghee admired him.
“Your mouth’s fucking deep. You’re a natural. I’ve got an eye for people.”
Jiwon’s tongue, pressed against the roof of his mouth, wrapped around the cock as he sucked. The coarse pubic hair brushing his face reminded him this was real. As he worked, licking and sucking, the cock grew even harder. Kim Seonghee stroked Jiwon’s hair with his thick hand.
“Want my cum, or should I pull out now?”
Jiwon quickly pulled away. His mouth was a mess of saliva. Kim Seonghee smiled in satisfaction and ordered, “Stand up and sit here.”
Jiwon had never experienced anything like this in his life, and now it was happening repeatedly in just a few days. He couldn’t believe any of it was real. His body felt weightless, as if he were floating. He hoped it was all a dream.
Jiwon pretended not to hear and turned his head. Kim Seonghee, noticing the obvious avoidance, growled in anger.
“You don’t want to eat?”
“Hik!”
There was no escaping this man. Jiwon had no choice but to carefully climb onto Kim Seonghee’s thick thighs, spreading his legs. His flaccid cock pressed against Kim Seonghee’s fully erect one.
“I don’t like sloppy seconds.”
“Then don’t—”
“But I want this.”
Jiwon’s fragile hope crumbled. He closed his eyes, trying to distance himself from reality, when someone knocked on the door.
“The ceremony is about to begin.”
It was Jak’s voice. Jiwon’s heart lurched. Kim Seonghee ignored the knock, rubbing his finger between Jiwon’s cheeks. Then, with a dry, unlubricated finger, he forced it into Jiwon’s hole.
“Ah, it hurts…”
Knock, knock. The knocking continued. Kim Seonghee frowned and pulled his finger out, cursing.
“Which bastard’s interrupting?”
“The ceremony is about to begin.”
“Fuck, it’s you, Jak.”
The door swung open. Jak stood there in a white suit, smiling. Jiwon felt a strange sense of relief at the sight of him. Kim Seonghee, on the other hand, was furious.
Kim Seonghee pushed Jiwon away. Jiwon stumbled and fell to the floor. Kim Seonghee stood up and strode toward the door. His monstrous cock swayed with each step, terrifying Jiwon.
“Give me a break, will you? Just buy me some time.”
“The followers are waiting.”
“Who doesn’t know that?”
“Hurry up.”
Jak, still smiling, tucked Kim Seonghee’s cock back into his underwear and zipped him up. He even fastened the belt, but the thick outline was still visible. Then he turned to Jiwon.
“Jiwon, get ready.”
“Yes…”
“The meeting with the followers is about to start. Just go straight out that door.”
The opulent chair where Kim Seonghee had been sitting was intimidating. The door Jak pointed to was so white it was almost invisible. Kim Seonghee strode out without looking back, walking down the hallway. Jiwon was too drained to stand.
Jak noticed and helped Jiwon up. Jiwon barely held back tears at the touch. Jak whispered, “Crying like this will cause problems.”
“What?”
“You’re at your most arousing when you cry.”
Jiwon stiffened. Right. This is who he is. He felt strange for finding comfort in such a person.
Jak brought the shoes that had been tossed aside and put them on Jiwon’s feet, then straightened his clothes.
This seemed to be a kind of waiting room. Cheers from beyond the door could be heard. Jiwon had to face all those people in this state. The thought was overwhelming. And a public sermon? He had no idea what that even was. He’d already been forced into fellatio under the guise of a “first meeting.” Jak, sensing his anxiety, spoke gently.
“We won’t expose everything right away. Just stand there expressionless and follow instructions.”
He handed Jiwon a Bluetooth earpiece. Lifting the veil, he carefully put it in Jiwon’s ear, then smiled handsomely.
“Go make some money.”
There was no more honest way to put it. Jiwon didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.
***
Kim Seonghee had been a silver-tongued orator since childhood. Anyone who spoke with him, regardless of age or gender, was drawn in, and it wasn’t particularly difficult for him to persuade people to hand over their fortunes. He believed the only way to fully utilize his talents was to establish a religion.
If the place where Jiwon had his first meeting was a regular hall, this was a grand auditorium. Kim Seonghee walked forward without hesitation. The stage came into view.
As Kim Seonghee stood on the stage, fiery spotlights illuminated him. His white suit shimmered as if glowing, and the necklace and rings he wore sparkled dazzlingly. He looked like a god himself—all of it meticulously designed.
The enormous hall was packed with followers up to the second floor. Most of them had likely come to see Kim Seonghee. They were a kind of fan club, moving at his every gesture and smile.
“Good day.”
“Thank you for letting us see Kim Seonghee.”
“We’ve prepared a special gift for each of you at your seats. Please take it.”
Each seat had a small package containing a water bottle and a few candies. Compared to the cost of attending, it was a trivial gift, but the followers cheered.
“The candies are special. Please put them in your water.”
The candies were like effervescent vitamins. As they fizzed and changed the water into vibrant colors, the followers were impressed by Kim Seonghee’s generosity—never mind the actual cost of the candies.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
