Chapter 65
Tae-geon’s dick forced its way into the narrow inner walls of Hyeon-woo’s body. Leaning on one arm propped against Hyeon-woo’s head to support his upper body, Tae-geon pressed his chest tightly against Hyeon-woo’s, adding his weight. He lifted the leg draped over his other arm higher, resting it on his shoulder.
“Ughh!!!”
A pained moan escaped Hyeon-woo’s lips as the penetration deepened. Cold sweat beaded on his pale body, stiff with pain and fear.
The entry wasn’t as easy as he’d thought. Tae-geon, too, was suffering from the pressure. It wasn’t the soft, yielding inner walls that used to loosen and wrap around him so satisfyingly. It felt like he was shoving flesh into a narrow, hard plastic container. Sweat gathered on Tae-geon’s forehead.
“…Ugh… uh… ugh…!”
Hyeon-woo’s white Adam’s apple spasmed and convulsed, emitting a terrible scream as the immense mass relentlessly filled his tight inner walls.
“…Ugh!”
A pained groan welled up in Tae-geon’s throat from the pressure of the walls that felt like they would swallow his dick whole. Tae-geon raised his upper body, which had been pressed against Hyeon-woo’s chest. He lifted Hyeon-woo’s other leg, which had been dangling under the table. With both legs raised and spread wide, Hyeon-woo’s opening became more receptive. Tae-geon thrust his lower body harder.
“Hmph!!”
The entrance tore, and blood flowed. Once the opening was lubricated, movement became considerably easier.
Thwack-!
Finally pushing his dick in all the way, Tae-geon slowly began to move in and out.
“Hnghh!”
Hyeon-woo gritted his teeth. Each time Tae-geon’s dick withdrew, blood flowed down his buttocks, pooling at the edge of the table before dripping, drip, drip, onto the floor. Just as his mind was becoming hazy from the excruciating pain, Hyeon-woo’s eyes widened.
Tae-geon’s glans was pressing against his perineum.
Instinctively sensing the danger, Hyeon-woo snapped back to reality as if jolted by a bucket of cold water. He cried out.
“No! No!!”
“…….”
“No, Tae-geon. No. Not there.”
Hyeon-woo shook violently, frantically shaking his head. She wasn’t stable. It was already a weak area, and she’d recently had a hemorrhage. Any shock could increase the risk of miscarriage. Tae-geon’s glans pressed against Hyeon-woo’s perineum again, ignoring his pleas.
“Aaah!!”
Hyeon-woo screamed in agony. Tears streamed down his face.
“No. Please! Don’t do that, Tae-geon! Don’t do that!! Don’t!”
“…….”
Hyeon-woo pleaded, screaming at Tae-geon. Tae-geon stared down at him, his expression strange.
Tae-geon slowly lowered his lips to Hyeon-woo’s mouth.
Hyeon-woo eagerly welcomed Tae-geon’s tongue into his mouth, sucking it strongly, drawing it all the way in. He rolled Tae-geon’s tongue around his mouth like a sweet candy, swallowing the saliva that flowed down his throat without leaving a drop behind.
The defiance with which he’d bitten Tae-geon’s tongue was gone. More tears flowed from Hyeon-woo’s closed eyes as he desperately swallowed Tae-geon’s tongue like a hunted animal.
Slurp- Chup- Slurp-.
A strange sound of their wet tongues entwining endlessly flowed from their joined mouths. Tae-geon soon forgot about thrusting, completely lost in the kiss.
It was their first kiss, with both of them fully conscious.
Fortunately, that day, Tae-geon didn’t penetrate his perineum. He withdrew his dick just before climax and ejaculated onto Hyeon-woo’s lower abdomen.
The semen flowed down Hyeon-woo’s plump belly, sticking to his pubic hair. Tae-geon looked at Hyeon-woo’s limp dick with dissatisfaction, and for some reason, he grabbed it and shook it, but it showed no sign of hardening.
Even while Tae-geon relentlessly touched himself, Hyeon-woo’s unfocused eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
Tae-geon didn’t feel good about it either.
*
Tae-geon possessed Hyeon-woo almost daily. His earlier aversion to omegas and sex seemed laughable; once started, their activities rarely ended before dawn.
Hyeon-woo thought this place wasn’t far from where he and Tae-geon had lived together. Tae-geon’s clothes were new every day. They were the suits Tae-geon so disliked.
On days when the scent of another omega clung heavily to Tae-geon’s suit after he returned from outings, Hyeon-woo would writhe and gag throughout the act, but Tae-geon wouldn’t let him go. He even pushed his tongue into Hyeon-woo’s mouth, which had just expelled vomit, relentlessly showering him with kisses. The terrible stench emanating from Tae-geon’s body made Hyeon-woo feel like his insides would turn.
The more violently Hyeon-woo resisted, the more obsessively Tae-geon clung to him. He tightly restrained Hyeon-woo, who was struggling and writhing, and pushed his dick deeper inside. Such days repeated countless times.
Over time, Hyeon-woo’s fits lessened, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
Tae-geon’s demands became increasingly brazen. He’d tell him to masturbate, wrap his arms around his neck, call his name.
“Kiss me. Get on top.”
At Tae-geon’s command, Hyeon-woo dropped everything and rushed to him. He climbed onto Tae-geon, who was lying naked on the bed, and kissed him as instructed. He pushed his tongue into Tae-geon’s open mouth, licking his mucous membranes, causing a low moan to escape Tae-geon’s throat. He felt something growing hard against his lower abdomen.
Slurp- Chomp.
After a long time of wet sounds, Hyeon-woo’s ragged breaths burst forth.
“Pathetic. Why are you still like this?”
“…….”
Despite his complaining tone, Tae-geon’s face was filled with satisfaction, and his lower body was fully aroused.
“Spread your legs and lie down.”
Without a word, Hyeon-woo did as Tae-geon said. At least then, Tae-geon didn’t covet Hyeon-woo’s perineum.
Hyeon-woo spent the whole day lying in bed. When he got hungry, he ate the food Tae-geon had prepared on the table, then went back to bed to sleep. When he came to his senses, he was already being ravished by Tae-geon. Eating, sleeping, and mating were his entire daily routine. It felt like the life of a beast, not a human.
Tae-geon always demanded that Hyeon-woo remain naked, claiming it was too troublesome to undress him. He even took away his only possession, his Boston bag. The house was always warm, with the heating constantly on, making him forget it was winter, but being naked all day was unbearable.
He opened the closet door while Tae-geon was out. Three suits hung there. All Tae-geon’s. The underwear and trousers didn’t fit. Hyeon-woo had no choice but to put on a white shirt. He intended to quietly take it off and hang it back up before Tae-geon returned, but Tae-geon, unusually early today, found Hyeon-woo standing awkwardly in his shirt.
The shirt, too large, slipped off his shoulders, revealing Hyeon-woo’s body tantalizingly. Tae-geon carelessly threw his jacket onto the table, lay on his side on the bed, propped his chin on one arm, and watched the scene. He was, frankly, horny. A wicked smile spread across Tae-geon’s upturned lips.
“Get down.”
As Hyeon-woo tried to get onto the bed, Tae-geon gestured towards the floor.
“Get down there, like a dog.”
“…….”
“Lift your butt high, so I can see your hole clearly.”
Hyeon-woo obeyed Tae-geon’s instructions submissively. He propped himself up on his elbows and knees, raising his buttocks high. Tae-geon’s loose shirt stretched downwards, revealing Hyeon-woo’s slender waist and red nipples. The hem of the shirt, pulled down by gravity, slowly slid down his back towards his neck.
Hyeon-woo’s luscious buttocks, waist, and smooth back, and shoulder blades were revealed one after another. A seductive sheen emanated from Hyeon-woo’s pale skin, so white from lack of sunlight. Tae-geon, watching with hazy eyes, took out lubricant from the drawer, squeezed a blob onto his palm, and approached Hyeon-woo.
“Hmph!”
After smearing the gel on Hyeon-woo’s hole, he immediately inserted his fingers into the wet hole.
Tae-geon felt extremely uneasy when he remembered the sex where he’d seen Hyeon-woo’s blood. After that, he always lubricated Hyeon-woo’s hole with gel.
He carefully rubbed around Hyeon-woo’s perineum, but he showed no sign of arousal. His own pheromones were useless. Her sex drive had dulled due to pregnancy, and her sense of smell was impaired, making it difficult to elicit a response. It was troublesome to have to lubricate her hole every time, even using a love gel with aphrodisiacs, but it did add a different kind of thrill.
Creak creak-.
Tae-geon’s fingers, probing inside the hole, began to gently caress a particularly prominent bulge on Hyeon-woo’s inner wall. It was a little further forward than the perineum. Hyeon-woo, knowing the sensation it would produce, instinctively stiffened. Tae-geon’s finger poked the hard bulge. It was his prostate.
