Chapter 209
The moment I returned to the hotel, Tae-geon pressed me against the wall and kissed me, leaving me completely disoriented.
I tried to push him away with both arms, but it was futile.
“…Haah…! Wait, hup!”
My struggles eventually caused his lips to break away. Tae-geon grasped the back of my head as he pressed his forehead against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
His face, eyes bloodshot and breathing heavily, was overwhelmingly erotic. His bangs were wildly disheveled from the passionate kiss, his lips glistening with saliva, and the veins in his neck were prominent, all vividly displaying Tae-geon’s heightened arousal.
When I returned, there were things I wanted to do with Tae-geon. I wanted to sit across from him, talking comfortably and intimately. I wanted to ask him in detail about my parents’ situation. I wanted to hear the specifics of how he came up with such a brilliant plan. I wanted to spend the night talking, looking into each other’s eyes, comforting the wounds we had inflicted on each other, catching up on all the missed conversations.
But Tae-geon, his eyes filled with longing, was before me, and my mind went blank.
“…Don’t you like it?”
His low voice, a sound I found incredibly appealing, flowed into my ear along with his hot breath, captivating me. Shivers ran down my body, my entire being tingling. His forehead, pressed against mine, was burning hot.
Taking advantage of my hesitation, his lips found mine again. It was a kiss that was both tender and somewhat violent. Tae-geon’s impatience, his lack of composure, felt unfamiliar.
“…Haah, haah…”
After a long while, his lips finally parted. My attire had somehow become reduced to just a shirt, leaving me half-naked, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Tae-geon buried his nose deep into my neck, and while teasing my nipple through my shirt, he asked,
“…Is Jerome Tae-myeong’s nickname Jerry?”
“Ah…!”
A sharp moan escaped me reflexively at the stimulation to my nipple. As I swayed, Tae-geon pressed me against the wall, trapping my legs between his thighs, firmly securing me.
Tae-geon relentlessly tormented me, sucking on the protrusion revealed through the gap in my shirt, and asked again,
“Did you suck Jerome’s breasts here too?”
“…I… h-huk…!”
Tae-geon gathered my breasts in one hand, gripping them cruelly.
“Aagh!”
“…We made this first, didn’t we, my milk glands.”
Then, after lightly licking my swollen nipple, Tae-geon began moving his left thigh, which was between my legs, back and forth.
As his muscular thigh rubbed against my buttocks like a saw, my dick immediately reacted. Tae-geon reached out and began to caress my erection. The soft, firm corpus cavernosum steadily grew larger in his hand.
“H-huut…!”
My wetness, flowing back and forth, quickly soiled Tae-geon’s left groin.
With hasty movements, Tae-geon unbuckled his belt and loosened his buckle. He grabbed his pants and underwear together and pulled them down, and his dick, which had been momentarily caught at his waist, sprang back up with tremendous force.
Tae-geon layered his hand over mine, grasped his erect dick, and began to masturbate rapidly.
“…Haah, good. Hyeon-woo…”
Tae-geon’s hot breath poured onto my neck. His moist moan, whispering my name, clouded my mind.
“Do you like mine?”
“…….”
“You like my dick, haah… you like it, right?”
The thing in his hand was even larger than before. The feeling of the hot flesh pulsating in his hand was unbearable, and as I tried to pull my hand away, Tae-geon held it even tighter. Then, he shook it with even more force than before.
“This is yours.”
“…….”
“It only gets like this for you.”
So you have to take responsibility, right?
My ears burned crimson at his explicit words.
Tae-geon’s hand, which had been holding my dick, moved past my perineum and touched my hole. My hair stood on end at the sudden sensation. His middle finger, stroking my sensitive area, soon slipped into my wet hole.
“A-yut…!”
My waist swayed at the stimulation that split my inner walls, and I barely managed to regain my balance. Soon, three fingers were probing my hole. One of my legs was lifted by Tae-geon’s opposite arm. My legs were spread wide like scissors, fully exposing my hole as Tae-geon’s hands moved busily in and out.
Tae-geon, tearing through the folds of my inner walls one by one, asked,
“Do you like this?”
“H-huk…!”
My hands, clutching Tae-geon’s clothes, trembled violently. Beads of cold sweat formed on my forehead as I gritted my teeth and endured.
“How about here?”
Tae-geon’s fingers, probing my inner walls at different angles, finally found my prostate and began to attack it.
“Here, your favorite spot.”
“Ha-yut!”
As Tae-geon’s fingers repeatedly struck my prostate, the surrounding mucous membrane began to swell. He pressed and rubbed the area with his fingertips, and clear saliva dripped from my mouth as I threw my head back and gritted my teeth.
“Besides me, does anyone else know you have your prostate like this?”
“H-huut…”
Tae-geon relentlessly bombarded me with questions, ignoring my inability to answer.
“Huh? Hyeon-woo. I’m asking. Does anyone else, here, like this…”
Thwack.
“Ah-huk…!”
“Are there any other people who know about the traces of your beta, besides me?”
Hyeon-woo shook his head violently from side to side, as if recoiling.
“Th-there’s no… h-huk…!”
“Right, only me. The only person who knows everything about your body.”
Thwack, thwack.
My body, which had been supported by one leg, finally collapsed under the relentless probing of his fingers. Tae-geon caught me mid-fall and moved me to the bed, continuing to poke my prostate.
“Ha-uk!”
“It’s because of me that you’ve manifested, everything is to my liking, your hole, your scent, and this too.”
“…Uut!”
“You became like this because you wanted to be with me.”
Tae-geon’s relentless questioning continued without end.
“Let’s mark you, Hyeon-woo.”
“H-euu… uut!”
“Mark yourself to me.”
Tae-geon’s hot dick forcefully entered the hole from which his fingers had just withdrawn.
“Aaack…!”
A sound that could no longer be called a moan escaped my lips. The immense pressure, incomparable to that of fingers, brought excruciating pain. It wasn’t even my heat cycle. I was terrified of Tae-geon roughly thrusting his dick into my inner walls, which were not yet fully relaxed.
“…W-wait, slowly…!”
Tae-geon, ignoring my desperate struggles, continued to forcefully push himself inside, and with another powerful thrust of his hips, his massive flesh was buried deep within me.
“Heuk…!”
Thwack, thwack.
Tae-geon’s thrusts were sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, sometimes chaotic. I couldn’t regain my composure. The sex with Tae-geon, who relentlessly pushed me, was somehow different from usual.
It was clearly a consensual relationship, but it didn’t feel like it. Tae-geon, openly displaying his raw lust, desire, and obsession, was somehow frightening.
“…Wait, h-huk, wait a minute, Tae-geon.”
“…….”
“No, no…!”
As I pushed against Tae-geon’s chest, trying to stop his rough thrusts, he grabbed my arms, pinning them to the bed, and murmured in a low voice,
“Why not?”
“…….”
“You said you liked my dick.”
A chill ran down my spine at Tae-geon’s gaze. His eyes, completely turned, were looking at me, yet not looking at me.
Tae-geon’s dick pressed against my prostate, causing my waist to reflexively arch. At the same time, Tae-geon’s low chuckle echoed in my ears.
“You’re writhing in pleasure like this.”
Tae-geon, continuing his thrusts, buried his nose in my neck. His deep inhalation contained only my scent. There were no pheromones. Perhaps displeased by this, Tae-geon began to strongly release his own pheromones.
The unfamiliar yet familiar sensation of his pheromones forcefully heating my body, penetrating my pores, caused me to shudder. Forgotten memories, like a puzzle with missing pieces, began to vaguely take shape in my mind.
The memory of being forced to kneel and suck him, the memory of being tied to the table with an apron and forced to receive him, the memory of his dick repeatedly entering my hole, which became unbearably itchy after he injected some unknown fluid.
The encounters I had with him outside of my heat cycle were all acts of coercion and violence. And today, once again…
At that moment, the part of him inside me felt disgusting.
Hyeon-woo’s face was pale as he struggled to escape Tae-geon’s embrace. Tae-geon pulled him closer as he tried to get away.
“A, a, I need a moment…!”
Despite my desperate pleas, Tae-geon, as if he couldn’t hear anything, brutally shoved his dick into me. Then, he caressed my lower abdomen.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
