Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 147

Go Yohan, who had been cursing at his hand, then gained interest in my reaction and his eyes sparkled. Now he looked up at my face and began to torment the flushed tip mercilessly.

“Jun-ah, …are you going to come?”

Would I tell you that, you bastard? I desperately shook my head. Go Yohan mimicked my head shake, then let out a sigh of regret.

“Then, should I suck it like before?”

I shook my head even harder. I shook it so hard that my head hit the mirror I was leaning against. But I didn’t feel any pain. Go Yohan, who was intently following my pathetic appearance, lowered his eyebrows and said with a strangely rough breath.

“My hands are useless, they don’t do anything right. I’m sorry.”

His moist gaze looking down at me, his rough breath that kept obsessively seeking my lips, the rough heartbeat felt through the collar he gripped, and the extremely rough stimulation of my glans had already turned me into an irrational human.

Go Yohan, who had been mercilessly squeezing the tip of my penis with his thumb and index finger, suddenly pushed the tip with his thumb as if to open the small hole. It was truly an unexpected moment.

“…!”

A metallic sound escaped my clamped mouth. The ripples of pleasure rushing to my core instantly traveled up my nerves. The fluid gathered in my lower abdomen became a full balloon, trembling precariously, then the thin membrane burst the moment Go Yohan’s hard fingertip poked my skin as if tearing it.

Ah, ah, ah…

My body trembled, and white liquid dropped with vibrations, thud, thud, thud. It soaked Go Yohan’s wrist and forearm, and stained my clothes. My thoughts became transparent. In my tear-filled, blurry vision, Go Yohan looked at his right hand and my penis, which was dripping semen every time it twitched, alternately, as if dumbfounded.

“Did you come from just that?”

His tone, asking as if genuinely dumbfounded, made me feel like my mind would collapse even further. My face, reflected in the mirror opposite, was flushed red and horribly stained with tears, making it utterly unsightly. I was on the verge of dying from embarrassment, so I gave up everything and covered my face with my forearm.

“Jun-ah, are you crying?”

“…Move.”

“You cry when you get excited. Even though you never cry normally, even when you feel like you’re dying of injustice.”

My face was covered by my forearm, so I didn’t know what kind of face Go Yohan was making as he spoke. But I was sure that Go Yohan was elated.

“Fuck, there’s nothing about you that isn’t hot. Kang Jun, who holds back until the end and then cries only when he has sex.”

“…Please, just your mouth.”

“Do you also cry when you masturbate? Do you cry then too, when you come?”

“St-stop it…!”

I really want to die. How would he know that I cry when I get excited? I’ve never even come by myself while crying. What the hell, what kind of fucked up reflex is this? It’s annoying that my voice is full of tears when I speak. So I clenched my mouth shut, and Go Yohan’s hand suddenly grabbed my waist.

The hand that firmly gripped my waist instantly lifted my body, and my body, which was thrown forward, hit Go Yohan’s chest. In that state, Go Yohan lifted me, who was still squirming in the sink with only my butt stuck in it. Startled, I grabbed Go Yohan’s shoulder.

“Hey, what are you doing…!”

“You asked me to lift you.”

Then he tilted his head to look at the sink and muttered to himself.

“Wow, this is useful.”

Go Yohan pressed the sink with his hand as if amazed. I took the opportunity to extend my feet to the floor, but my body, which had lost strength, tilted without finding support. Uh, the moment I was about to scream, Go Yohan grabbed me.

Chest met chest. The two heartbeats intertwined and pounded wildly, making me dizzy. Go Yohan still smelled like fabric softener, or perhaps soap. His white T-shirt and scent were enough to make a person’s heart flutter. Even with his stretched neck, and mixed with air freshener, his charm didn’t diminish.

Go Yohan’s body temperature was on the higher side. His face looked like a harsh winter, like a frozen ground after heavy snow had fallen on melted ice. Even though it would be the same 36.5 degrees, why was Go Yohan hot?

“…”

I put strength into my swaying legs and planted my feet on the floor. Just as I was about to remove the hand wrapped around my back, trying to move as naturally as possible, Go Yohan first raised his hand and wiped my cheek.

“You’ve become a puffy dumpling.”

“Mind your own business.”

I snapped at him out of embarrassment and pushed Go Yohan away. Then I suddenly realized. Without time to think, I placed my hand on the cheek Go Yohan had rubbed.

“…”

As expected, it was as expected. I took my hand off and turned my head, and white liquid with a fishy smell stretched from my cheek to my hand, then broke off. My mind went blank. What was even more explicit was between my thighs. I could feel the unpleasant liquid dripping like beads.

“It’s a masterpiece, a grand sight.”

And Go Yohan was looking at my appearance with a proud face. I stood foolishly, with my face covered in my own semen and rubbed into my palm. All sorts of humiliation rose from my navel to my vocal cords like slowly boiling water, but I endured it. Yes, it’s disgusting, but I did it. It’s my semen. I decided to fulfill my responsibility.

“I’m going to wash up, so…”

However, I couldn’t hesitate to crush each word as I spoke. I struggled to suppress the emotions that surged as I looked at these traces I didn’t even want to touch with my hands, and Go Yohan’s fishy smile, which was constantly smirking as he looked at me.

“…Please, leave.”

It was already very embarrassing to be standing here wearing only a top. But if I said that much, I thought I would look even more pathetic, and bending down to pick up my pants seemed even more dangerous, so I didn’t know what to do. I just had to stand confidently as if nothing was wrong.

But Go Yohan never listened to me. One long finger subtly came under my navel, then hooked the hem of my T-shirt and scratched my stomach, lifting it.

At first, I didn’t even know what was happening. The face in front of me was so nonchalant. When his finger reached my solar plexus, I hurriedly stepped back.

“You, what are you doing again?”

“Jun-ah.”

Go Yohan’s gaze was still fixed on my lower body. His eyes, boasting delicate lines, gleamed with interest. I could guarantee it. Those eyes had been half-crazed since he entered the bathroom. Or perhaps he had been out of his mind since the entrance.

“You’re hard again.”

“…”

“You’re healthy.”

…Shit. I gripped the hem of my clothes tightly and pulled down my T-shirt, which was barely covering my crotch, even further. My face was already flushed red as if it would burst. The full-length mirror opposite, which I had deliberately avoided, kept reflecting my embarrassing state. My hair was all wet, my face was covered in semen, and I was standing there, a pathetic human, wearing only a T-shirt, with a flushed face. That was Kang Jun.

“I said, go.”

I warned him with all my might. My warning, stepping back every time Go Yohan took a step forward, was pathetic, but I had to do it. Because anxiety had been screaming at me all along. Go Yohan would definitely cross the line.

He takes one more step closer. I stepped back one more step, but the stride length was different. The gaze of 4 AM. The darkest gaze instantly filled my vision. When I came to my senses, the world had already been turned upside down. My hands, which were holding down my T-shirt and couldn’t be lifted, couldn’t even struggle.

“Go Yohan!”

I screamed, but it was useless. Even twisting my body and shaking my feet, he didn’t budge. In frustration, I hit Go Yohan’s back.

I’m a man too, I’m clearly a man too. So I thought it wouldn’t be at least this bad. No matter how much Go Yohan was a monster who instantly crushed that muscular pig Kim Min-ho as if he were a child, I never thought this would happen. As Go Yohan said, he was a bit tall, but even so, my resistance had no effect whatsoever. It was so futile that I even let out a hollow laugh. I only let out absurd, hollow laughs, then suddenly came to my senses and shouted.

“Let go, Go Yohan!”

Go Yohan didn’t answer. He just kicked open the bathroom door. As Go Yohan lifted his foot, his unusually prominent shoulder touched my stomach as if to stab it. In fact, it was almost crushed. Breathing was difficult, and my posture was unstable. Damn it, I felt blood rush to my head and hurriedly grabbed Go Yohan’s shirt. I intended to straighten my waist and escape.

“Damn it…”

I’m clearly taller than average too! I gritted my teeth and grabbed his shirt. That was the moment.

“…”

Go Yohan’s distorted back hit my nose. And my struggling instantly stopped.

Go Yohan dislikes changing clothes in front of me. He was extremely sensitive about showing his bare body. Anyone would be, but Go Yohan was a bit more particular. Even when we first had sex on the sofa, Go Yohan didn’t take off his clothes. Neither his pants nor his shirt.

After several surgeries, it had regained its original shape, but his twisted, mosaic-like back was not skin that anyone would find beautiful. At least, not by aesthetic standards.

“Ah…”

I let go of the hand that was holding his T-shirt. I completely forgot that my body, hanging over his shoulder, would be dragged along and used to satisfy Go Yohan’s lust. I just became lost in the traces captured in my eyes. The moment I tried to carefully place my finger on his distorted skin, the world turned upside down again.

“…Ugh!”

But the place I landed was soft. I looked up to confirm, and it was a familiar place.

Go Yohan’s bed.

I looked up again at the main character, who was breathing heavily above me.

“Yo, Yohan-ah.”

“…”

It wasn’t a situation to feel embarrassed about, like my T-shirt riding up and exposing parts that shouldn’t be shown to others. Go Yohan slightly lowered his head and swallowed with difficulty. Then, as if trying to suppress something, he gripped his left thigh tightly with his hand and groaned.

“I’m sorry, Jun-ah.”

“…”

“…Crazy, damn it.”

The hand gripping his thigh twitched violently, then Go Yohan frowned and swayed his waist once. In this moment, where he was purely driven by instinct, I knew what was on the thigh Go Yohan had been touching.

That bastard, he’s fixing it to his lower left.

Go Yohan lifted his head and opened his mouth with half-lidded eyes. His lips, which seemed to have been bitten several times, were slightly swollen.

“I’m sorry.”

What? What was it? I didn’t even get the time to ask the question I was obligated to ask. That’s because Go Yohan buried his head and bit hard into the space between my neck and shoulder.

“Aargh!”

“Ha, fuck… Kang Jun…”

“It hurts, Yohan ah. It hurts! Go Yohan!”

“Jun-ah, Jun… Jun-ah.”

The lips calling my name violated me, and his teeth stabbed me. Tears welled up in my eyes from the sheer pain. The heat that had gathered in my core cooled down instantly. My erection, which had stood firm and pushed up my T-shirt, deflated and drooped in an instant. Yet, Go Yohan didn’t stop.

“Agh! Ah, it hurts. Please. It hurts!”

A strong suction pulled at my thin skin. The skin, painfully sucked, was bitten until it was on the verge of tearing. It was coercive, as if to leave a mark. At the same time, Go Yohan’s hand moved from my thigh up my belly, hooking my T-shirt with the back of his hand and pushing it up. It was instantaneous. My flimsy T-shirt, my only shield, was pulled up to my neck, hanging loosely. If it hadn’t caught between my arms, it would have been pulled over my head and off.