Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 165

I desperately clung to Go Yohan, and Go Yohan grabbed my hamstrings even tighter and stood up, leaving the bathtub. And then he went to a very familiar place. It was the full-length mirror in Go Yohan’s bathroom.

I trembled with fear in the precarious position.

“Look.”

“D-don’t.”

Go Yohan lightly bounced my body to steady my posture. My body, which had been lowered, was ruthlessly impaled by Go Yohan’s penis due to the recoil. Go Yohan held the back of my knees even tighter and spread both his arms.

“I’ll show you how well you take my dick.”

“D-don’t…!”

“It’s really beautiful, you know? Look.”

It wasn’t an ordinary mirror, as the steam-free mirror explicitly showed things I didn’t want to know. Go Yohan’s unnecessarily strong power also showed its talent here. I shouldn’t be that light. I felt wronged and embarrassed. I just raised my hands and struggled to hold onto Go Yohan’s clothes, just enduring.

“Don’t, I hate it. Put me down.”

The junction located between my widely spread legs by Go Yohan was truly humiliating. I clearly saw my hole squirming, biting Go Yohan’s swollen penis, with my own two eyes.

I couldn’t endure the shame and lowered my head, but Go Yohan again lifted my knees higher. His long penis slowly dragged down along my inner wall. My breath hitched with every clear sensation of Go Yohan’s penis as my knees and calves rose higher. Finally, the thick glans rested at the entrance.

“Jun.”

A cool yet heavy and gentle voice whispered in my ear. The mirror clearly reflected my hole, slowly opening and squirming, spitting out the thick glans.

Very, very slowly, as half of Go Yohan’s tip emerged from the narrow gap, its direction changed due to the length of Go Yohan’s penis. The place where Go Yohan’s cum came out rubbed against the junction. Finally, with the sound of sticky liquid rubbing, Go Yohan’s penis pulled out.

The junction fluttered a few times, then slowly closed. The aroused junction, tinged with a faint red from the friction, was swollen. Go Yohan lowered one hand that had been holding the back of my knees and gently groped the plump, swollen junction in a circular motion, then tapped it.

“Ah, hmph.”

Then he grabbed my hamstrings again and held me firmly in his embrace, backing away. I was losing my mind at the unbelievably clear sight, only gasping for breath. In that short time, Go Yohan sat on the familiar sink, resting his buttocks on it. Only then did I pull on Go Yohan’s clothes and shake my head from side to side.

“It comes out like this, and goes in like this.”

Go Yohan, leaning his lower body on the sink, lowered one hand. My thigh, too, went down, leaving a handprint. But one calf was still held high in the air, so I had no choice but to sit in an awkward position.

Go Yohan grabbed his thick penis, which was dripping faint cum. The veins were disgustingly prominent, making it heavy and hard, so it neither stood rigidly nor flopped down. His penis rubbed against my junction again. And slowly, Go Yohan aligned the tip of his penis with my hole. The hole opened slightly, then softly swallowed Go Yohan’s glans and closed. I released one hand that had been holding Go Yohan and covered my mouth.

His explosively erect penis met my widely opened hole. The gaping hole, along with Go Yohan’s penis, rolled inward, swallowing him from top to bottom. With every thrust, transparent liquid leaked from the gap of the junction.

“Don’t lower your head, look straight.”

I tried my best to lower my head. Then a hot, rough sensation touched between my neck and shoulder. Go Yohan’s lips touched my neck. So bad and yet so gentle. When the rough fabric touched my buttocks again, Go Yohan stood up from his spot with a heaving movement.

Because I lowered my head, I saw something. White, clumpy liquid, as if it had just come out from under me, splattered onto the floor. It was all because of the gel Go Yohan had applied. Seeing that, I raised my head again.

When I lifted my head, what I saw was that damned mirror. In the mirror, I was frantically swallowing Go Yohan’s penis from below, yet my own penis was erect. My face was flushed and I was gasping for breath, full of swollen tear marks. My disgracefully raised legs fluttered. Every joint was red, and the area under my eyes was not just red, but crimson.

Does Go Yohan get aroused seeing a face like this? I couldn’t understand Go Yohan’s taste at all.

“You, you bastard, if you meet someone else besides me.”

But Go Yohan stared intently at my unsightly self. His face, thoroughly wet, biting and gnawing at my shoulders and neck, looked pitiful. It was clearly evident that Go Yohan was a child who desperately wanted to be loved. Why hadn’t I known?

“If you meet someone else besides me… I’ll hack that bastard to death from head to toe, then lock myself up with you somewhere no one can see, fuck you senselessly, and kill myself while still inside you.”

“Hmph, h-h-h, h-h-h…”

“So, if you abandon me, you die.”

What a brutal confession. Go Yohan always confesses at strange times. I looked at his penis, which was fully inside even in the mirror, and Go Yohan’s face, and wet my bottom. Soaked in the pleasure that brutally crushed my insides, I grabbed Go Yohan’s clothes and pulled them down.

Ah, ah-. Tears burst again, and my second climax erupted. White liquid spurted like a fountain and fell to the floor. Go Yohan had not come even once.

Go Yohan released his other hand, and my other pitifully lifted leg slowly dropped to the floor. Unable to stand properly as all strength had left my legs, I leaned my entire weight on Go Yohan. And gasping for breath, I turned my head. I felt a strange sensation of my head rubbing against his wet clothes.

And then, in my disheveled state, I let out a snort. Unsuitably.

Does Go Yohan think only I would die? I wouldn’t leave Go Yohan alone if he met someone else either. As I rubbed my head against his shoulder without resistance, Go Yohan stared at me silently. I looked into his faint eyes, then clumsily kissed his long neck. His long neck subtly trembled. That felt quite good.

“Hey.”

“Oh. What.”

It hurt my throat to speak. It would be completely ruined tomorrow too. I scratched below my neck with my hand and said,

“You… said my personality was bad.”

“No, you’re kind in a way.”

Go Yohan said, avoiding my eyes. He’s such a good liar.

I struggled to lift my waist, then pressed my lips tightly against Go Yohan’s ear. The tattered scars caught my gaze. I barely managed to exert strength and whispered in a tired voice,

“Yohanie.”

“What.”

“…You die too.”

I’m really going to get my revenge in a messy way. I stopped myself from saying that much, as it would sound too petty. Anyway, I care a lot about what others think. Even in this situation, I want to look good to Go Yohan. Still, seeing Go Yohan twitch the corners of his mouth and look pleased makes me feel proud.

I’m too tired now, can you pull it out? I’ll do it with my hand.

I was about to say that. But the moment I opened my mouth, I only let out a groan, so I had to quickly close it.

Go Yohan, who was inside, grew bigger and bigger. While maintaining eye contact with me. Clear and thick emotions flowed from his bright eyes. His mouth was explicitly holding back a laugh. Perhaps, Go Yohan was very pleased with my answer. I, however, was terrified rather than proud of that laugh, and shook my head frantically.

“I think I’m about to come.”

Go Yohan whispered in my ear this time.

I still couldn’t lower my tiptoes because Go Yohan was still inside me, growing larger. Go Yohan, who lightly bit my ear, groped my thighs and belly, then grabbed my arm. And then he slowly walked forward. Towards the mirror.

“Ha, wait, don’t, ah!”

“Yeah.”

Not “yeah”!

I raised my tiptoes even higher at the sensation of my swollen nipples being crushed against the cold mirror. Go Yohan didn’t leave me alone, who was wetting myself again. Trapped between the mirror and Go Yohan’s body, struggling, I eventually had to hold the mirror with my palms and shake.

Every time Go Yohan roughly thrust, an unpleasant sound came from the mirror. Squeak-. Squeak-. In the close-up mirror, only my face was visible. My swollen, sausage-like double eyelids, my reddened, chapped cheeks, even my torn lips.

I was being fucked, watching my own face, overwhelmed with excitement. Later, my cheek was even pressed against the mirror and shook. The only thing that told me the owner of the dick inside me was Go Yohan was that he sometimes groaned, as if scratching his throat.

Finally, Go Yohan pulled my pelvis back. The penis, which had swollen inside me, squirmed convulsively, then sprayed its hot warmth inside me.

Go Yohan’s lips touched the top of my head. Even as he gently kissed me, his penis, having climaxed, still violently churned inside me. As if to shove all his cum to the very end. It’s over. You’re done. I wanted to scream that, but I had no strength. I just let myself be pulled along by Go Yohan, accepting the aftercare.

Go Yohan, who continued to fully insert and withdraw his penis for a long time even after climaxing, finally pulled it out after deeply kissing the back of my head. As Go Yohan’s penis withdrew, a slippery liquid also trailed down my folds.

Through my abruptly severed thoughts, a definition of Go Yohan faintly emerged.

1. Go Yohan is a peerless psycho and an uncontrollable piece of trash.

Long fingers gently brushed away the hair clinging to my face. But my face was still buried in the mirror.

“Jun.”

“…”

“Don’t you think we have amazing sexual chemistry?”

No.

I stared blankly at Go Yohan reflected in the mirror. With Go Yohan, an insane pleasure comes. But isn’t that all because of Go Yohan’s enormous penis? And his skills, which improve with every encounter, for unknown reasons. No, why does only Go Yohan improve when we do it together?

Go Yohan didn’t see my gaze. He just bit my shoulder. The bluish marks on my shoulder were clear.

Now I really need to wash. I pushed Go Yohan’s stomach and said,

“…I, I, now…”

But Go Yohan looked at me as if I were adorable and replied,

“Alright, time for bed, right?”

I must have passed out for a moment.

“Jun, are you okay?”

Go Yohan was sweating, stroking my face. Yet, I had no memory of why Go Yohan was touching my face so carefully. I shook my head with all my might.

My dry stomach was full of thin water. As far as I could remember, from about the seventh climax, only a turbid, water-like liquid came out instead of cum. Go Yohan’s bed was messy with cum and cum-like water. The room was already filled with the unique scent after sex.

“…How many times did you come?”

It didn’t sound like my voice. It was a hoarse sound, like sewage water draining down a sewer.

Before my eyes, a truly flamboyant yet melancholic man repeatedly closed and slowly opened his eyes, his face flushed red. As if he was fully enjoying this sensation. Ah-, ahh-. The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing his canine teeth. Go Yohan, with that wry smile, tilted his head back and subtly trembled his lower body.

“Twice until a moment ago.”

“…Crazy.”

Even then, I thought Go Yohan looked like a painting. Like a solid work of oil paint, loosened with a stick and piled onto an unrefined canvas. And it felt as if that oil paint was now pouring down on my head. Clumpy oil paint in various colors fell, covering my entire face. No, maybe it was just the smell of pine resin.