Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 134

He was still pressing down hard on my thighs. I felt a searing pain in my back, but instinctively arched my neck backward. The sensation of a hot, soft touch directly on my throbbing core was exactly like the moment before my mind flew away. A white light exploded in my head.

“Ugh…!”

Crazy, I clapped a hand over my mouth, muffling the groan that had escaped. Tears welled up in my eyes from embarrassment. My legs automatically crossed. A squelching sound crept up from beneath me. Go Yohan’s heavy breathing, as he struggled to hold his breath, tickled my lower abdomen. When Go Yohan’s canines occasionally grazed a swollen vein, it hurt so much that tears streamed down my face.

The fantasy of high school boys, full of nothing but sexual desire, was fellatio. They all shouted it so loudly. “I want a blowjob.” They were truly vulgar bastards. I thought of those shameless, chattering cheapskates as pathetic worms. And it was Go Yohan who made those guys look ridiculous. “Those whoring bastards,” he’d said. Now that very Go Yohan had his head buried between my legs, performing what they called ‘fellatio.’ And diligently, with all his might. With nervous movements.

Honestly, he was clumsy. He scraped me with his teeth, and because he was so nervous, he applied too much force, which hurt. But seeing Go Yohan’s face beneath me, his tongue out, suppressing his gags, and willingly trying his best while watching my expression, pleasure tightened in my toes. My toes, dangling in the air, gradually curled inward.

With a clear, wet sound, Go Yohan’s lips detached. He showed me his lips, glistening with fluid, and said with a serious face:

“Sorry, it’s my first time, so I’m a bit clumsy.”

“…”

“I won’t make a mistake next time.”

Afraid I might let out a groan, I clamped my mouth shut and stared at Go Yohan. Below Go Yohan’s face, my flushed penis twitched in the air, and Go Yohan touched its tip with a single finger.

“Damn it…”

Unable to endure the tickle, my body went limp. Finally, my entire body slid off the edge of the sofa. I squeezed my eyes shut, dreading the imminent fall, but my body didn’t hit the floor. It was thanks to the hand that had wrapped around the back of my thigh, quickly pushing me back up.

My body, stiff with surprise, was lifted, and Go Yohan sniffed, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. The liquid, reflecting light and sparkling, wasn’t properly wiped away and trailed up Go Yohan’s cheek.

“This time, I’ll finish it properly.”

Bullshit. But at his words, my stomach tightened, and my penis, which was gushing more fluid, went even crazier. Go Yohan quietly looked down at the sight. His sculpted face was filled with satisfaction and interest. The interest on his already gloomy face made him look even more sinister. Go Yohan chuckled slightly and lowered his head again. His light hair tickled the inside of my thighs.

“…!”

I bit my lip until it almost tore. I tried to move my hand to cover my mouth again, but Go Yohan’s outstretched hand, not looking forward, caught it. Go Yohan, unable to speak because of what was in his mouth, blindly fumbled for my hand and pulled it down over his head. His soft hair climbed over the back of my hand as if to conquer it. Just as I felt a sudden shiver from the touch and tried to pull my hand away, Go Yohan’s hand gripped mine tightly.

My freed legs lost strength and rested on Go Yohan’s shoulders. The damp warmth of Go Yohan’s back and shoulders came through my bent legs. Suddenly, I remembered the scar on Go Yohan’s back, which must be there. What was even more incomprehensible was that, recalling that wound, I felt a strange excitement and almost climaxed once.

“…”

I felt Go Yohan flinch with difficulty after a big heave. But even though the tip must have been deep in his throat, causing him discomfort, he paused for a moment to catch his breath, then suppressed a gag and pulled my hand. My hand, led by Go Yohan, slid down his round head to his neck. At the same time, Go Yohan pulled his mouth away and, with his tongue still attached, spoke with difficulty. His eyes, looking up at me with his face buried in my core, were indescribably captivating.

“T-touch my ear.”

“Wait, don’t talk with your tongue still… Ah!”

An unbearable tickle rose to my lower belly. But contrary to my situation, Go Yohan slowly put his mouth near the tip and chuckled. His lukewarm breath tickled the tip that was gushing fluid.

“I guess you won’t need to drink water afterward.”

Go Yohan, chuckling shyly, let go of my penis, and it flopped down below my navel. The highly aroused shaft flopped against my bare skin, then, unable to control its excitement, rose again. It twitched, dripping thick fluid below. Finally, I let go of Go Yohan’s neck, which I had been struggling to hold, and collapsed onto the leather seat. My whole body was so limp I couldn’t move properly. I felt as if my entire body was melting, submerged in boiling water.

My body, sprawled on the sofa, heaved as if its only purpose was to breathe. In the meantime, Go Yohan’s left hand suddenly grabbed my penis and began stroking it up and down.

“Ah, ugh…!”

Was this what it meant for a voice to be “drenched”? I heard a sound I couldn’t believe came from my own mouth and quickly covered my mouth again. Go Yohan looked at me with pitying eyes.

“Don’t keep blocking it. It sounds good.”

My mind went blank. I shook my head wildly, not understanding what Go Yohan was saying. As his left hand sped up, pressing hard on the part where flesh and penis met, I vaguely saw Go Yohan open his mouth again and take my trembling penis into his mouth. With a hand slick with clear fluid, he lifted the back of my left thigh again. My leg, limp, bent once more.

“…Ugh.”

I raised my arm and bit hard into my sleeve. The sensation of my whole body trembling crushed every nerve, and my back and neck arched, cutting off my breath. My head exploded. My body convulsed with a shrill groan. After several spasms caused by his hand pressing as if to wring out what was inside me, my legs remained lifted, and I gasped for breath. My mind felt empty, like an idiot, as I looked up at one dangling toe.

“Ah.”

Go Yohan touched his neck and let out a short groan. As the hand gripping my thigh moved down, my leg, having lost its support, slowly fell. And it was Go Yohan who caught it again and placed it on his shoulder. My penis, which had been stirred in the hot temperature, was moist and rested on his swollen lips, then regretfully pulled out. I felt that unfamiliar sensation entirely and looked at Go Yohan weakly. Go Yohan smiled slightly and opened his mouth.

“Look at this.”

“…”

Between his lips, reddened by friction, his swollen tongue was full of semen. Go Yohan flicked his tongue with his finger. As if boasting. Crazy bastard. His lips, red and swollen from the friction, curled up, revealing sharp canines.

He slowly closed his lips and swallowed. A gulping sound went down his throat. Finally, he even lightly wiped the semen near the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Go Yohan put his semen-covered thumb back into his mouth and sucked it, then looked at me explicitly and said:

“This week’s Lord is truly good-natured, even feeding me the holy water himself.”

Then, with his wet thumb, he stroked my penis, which was also reddened from friction. Go Yohan even collected the fluid that had splattered, unable to be sucked in. He put his lips to the liquid pooled between my penis and Go Yohan’s thumb again. I bit down harder on my sleeve.

“…!”

“Truly blessed.”

Go Yohan slowly lifted my leg, which had been resting on his shoulder, onto the sofa. Even as my strength drained, I struggled to move onto the sofa, not wanting to look unsightly, and said with a frown:

“…Aren’t you a pervert?”

At my words, Go Yohan shrugged indifferently.

“Better a pervert than impotent.”

“Why did I ever…”

Languor filled my head. I continued to speak, quietly watching Go Yohan, who had somehow gotten up and subtly sat beside me. I didn’t know why he was so happy and beaming.

“Getting entangled with a bastard like you…”

Go Yohan scratched near his eye and chuckled silently. Strangely, that made me a little uncomfortable.

“…Why aren’t you saying anything?”

So, do you hate it? Go Yohan not grumbling like that made me uncomfortable. Instead, his attitude made guilt wash over me. Was I too harsh? As time passed, my face flushed with embarrassment, and I pulled down my shirt. I wiggled my butt and tugged at the fabric. Only then did Go Yohan open his mouth.

“Even if you do that, it all shows.”

“…I’m going to go wash up.”

“Really?”

Go Yohan asked back as if curious, leaning his body. The sofa, pressed down by Go Yohan’s weight, heaved once. His well-defined, muscular arm reached across my body and gripped the seat. This time, I was trapped between Go Yohan’s arms. When I looked up at him with a puzzled face, Go Yohan asked again.

“Don’t you want to see mine?”

“…”

Ah… It would be a lie to say I wasn’t tempted by those words. Why, for what reason, had I gone through this awkward experience? I quickly grabbed Go Yohan’s arm. Don’t let yourself be wronged. That was my conviction.

“I’ll see it, I will.”

I had to see it, if only out of resentment, to know how pathetic his ‘son’ was to torment me like this. A twisted obsession, which had somehow grown, flared up.

“Alright, since you want it so much, I’ll show you.”

I frowned at his surprisingly willing answer. Was I being tricked again? I clearly said I wanted to see it, but why did it strangely feel like things were going Go Yohan’s way? His hand, which had been so slow earlier, now moved in an instant. I frowned in disbelief, glaring at Go Yohan. Fine, let’s see it anyway. My stubbornness burned. Ziiip, the zipper went all the way down with a sound.

“…”

The zipper was all the way down, but there was no special bulge over his underwear. Just a slight swelling. From how hard it was earlier, it didn’t seem dead. Or maybe it died because it was too hard earlier? Or what, is it really small? Did I accidentally hurt Go Yohan’s pride? I felt a strange apology as a fellow man.

“That…”

Ahem. I let out a small cough. I glanced at Go Yohan, who was adjusting his pants, then turned my head, hesitating, unsure what to say. Finally, unable to bear the silence, I opened my mouth.

“That, that size is comfortable when wearing underwear, I heard. It stays fixed right at the top.”

I didn’t know if that was true or not. It was just what genuinely small guys would say, convulsing, whenever they heard talk about being small. I heard the sound of fabric being adjusted from outside my deliberately averted gaze.

“No, then wouldn’t it all stick out? I always have to fix it down before putting it on. So it all goes into my pants.”

I scratched my head and then stopped abruptly. His tone wasn’t sarcastic, nor was it forceful. It was a tone of genuine curiosity. A strange sensation bloomed in my head. What, fix it down so it all goes where…? A feeling of unease. A strong sense of discomfort arose, and my hesitant eyes slowly rolled towards Go Yohan.

My head and body turned halfway, and I was horrified.

“…”

What is that?

“…Hey.”

“Why? Is it weird?”

“Are you human?”

I asked honestly. My body instinctively shot up, pushing my butt back. Fuck, I don’t know if what’s in front of my eyes is actually attached to a human body. What is that, what is that? Fuck… Filled with terror, I stumbled backward with all my might, but Go Yohan, with a pathetic frown, grabbed my ankle.

“Jun.”

“W-what… you bastard.”

“Where are you going after making me like this? You have to take responsibility.”

I shook my head rapidly from side to side. If I took responsibility for that, I’d die.