March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 42

Sehwa silently endured the relentless kisses that Gi Taejeong showered upon his swollen hands, which hung limply. Each time the rough part of Gi Taejeong’s tongue grazed the roof of Sehwa’s mouth, a chilling shiver ran down his spine. Gi Taejeong’s tongue worked with such greedy abandon that it felt as if even the groans Sehwa desperately swallowed were entirely stolen from him.

“Wrap your arms around me.”

Gi Taejeong commanded, his lips still pressed against Sehwa’s. Seeing that he wanted Sehwa to cling to him, it seemed he intended to move to another place. Sehwa lifted an arm to wipe away the tears that had soaked his cheeks and tried to raise his heavy hands somehow. He needed to wrap them around the man’s neck or grasp his shoulders. That would make it easier for Gi Taejeong to move. That’s why Sehwa was told to cling to him… But the terrifying, delayed pain made it difficult to even twitch a finger.

“Always so much trouble, honestly…”

As Sehwa gasped, unable to do anything, Gi Taejeong muttered lowly and firmly scooped Sehwa up by the buttocks. He lifted an adult man with one hand, showing no signs of effort. Though Sehwa was a bit on the thin side, he had never been called small before… Gi Taejeong handled Sehwa with such ease, as if he were some small, mangy animal.

Holding Sehwa so tightly it felt like he would shatter, Gi Taejeong strode forward. With each vertical sway of Sehwa’s body, their intimately pressed genitals subtly rubbed against each other. It was astonishing how, even in this situation, Sehwa’s body reacted to every touch. Had the few times they had sex already become a habit? No, perhaps it was fortunate that Sehwa couldn’t think of anything else…

“Uh, mm…”

Sehwa hung limp, swaying with Gi Taejeong’s movements. The tip of Sehwa’s glans was already beginning to glisten with wetness. If he could have leaned his forehead on Gi Taejeong’s shoulder, it might have been a little more comfortable, but he couldn’t, as Gi Taejeong had been aggressively sucking Sehwa’s lips since earlier. Gi Taejeong acted as if he held a great grudge against Sehwa’s kiss.

Crack! A sound like a door breaking echoed, and instantly, Sehwa’s body tilted. He fell onto the bed with Gi Taejeong as if submerging into water. Naturally, it wasn’t a sloshing waterbed like the one in the office.

Sehwa’s hand, pinned beneath him, throbbed slightly, and he squirmed a bit. Suddenly, he met Gi Taejeong’s gaze, who was lying face-to-face with him. A dark, inscrutable gaze poured directly into Sehwa. Sehwa quickly lowered his eyes. He slowly pulled his body back, hoping not to displease Gi Taejeong.

A vein throbbed fiercely on Gi Taejeong’s temple, who had been watching idly as if observing what he would do. Sehwa’s squirming seemed to annoy him. Sehwa’s waist was instantly seized, and his body shot upward. Despite his efforts, he was now perched atop Gi Taejeong like a lid.

Gi Taejeong leaned back against the headboard, looking up at Sehwa. As Sehwa hurriedly straightened his waist, fearing a scolding, Gi Taejeong’s lips parted as if to speak. A frown creased his brow, as if something displeased him. It was time for a torrent of abuse. Or perhaps crude taunts. Sehwa tensed, ready to endure anything… but Gi Taejeong remained lost in thought, his lips tightly sealed.

“……”

After a moment of deliberation, Gi Taejeong let out a short sigh, “Ha,” then grasped Sehwa’s torso and pushed. Sehwa’s body, which had been straddling Gi Taejeong’s mid-abdomen, slid down. The slowly flowing cum left a faint trail along Gi Taejeong’s sharply defined muscles. Sehwa’s soft buttocks squished entirely onto the hard body that seemed impenetrable even by bullets.

Sehwa, who had been flipping his body in sync with Gi Taejeong’s movements, suddenly felt that something was strange. He hadn’t taken any medicine or applied any patches, so why was his rear wet? This sticky fluid flowing along his inner walls… it definitely seemed to be the same cum that appeared when he took aphrodisiacs.

“…Ah!”

However, the faint thought that had bloomed was abruptly cut off by a strong grip on Sehwa’s thighs. Sehwa’s buttocks were pulled straight up. His rear was spread so forcefully, as if to flatten all the wrinkles, that his gaping hole was revealed without concealment. The tip of Gi Taejeong’s nose touched the cleft of Sehwa’s buttocks, and Gi Taejeong’s moist breath reached the embarrassing spot.

Gi Taejeong thoroughly sucked and rolled Sehwa’s round scrotum, then powerfully sucked the still pale perineum. A shallow, squelching friction sound echoed as Sehwa’s skin was drawn in. Sehwa barely supported himself, propping his elbows on the sheets. His earlobes turned a furious red at the deep, sucking sound of moisture. He felt embarrassed… and tired. He just wanted to erase everything that had happened today. Too much had occurred to pretend he was okay.

And the man who held the largest share of “those many things” casually thrust his hips, disregarding Sehwa’s feelings. Well, if he were the kind of person to consider such things, he wouldn’t have broken Sehwa down like this in the first place…

Sehwa, sensing the situation, grasped the enormous cock that had sprung up before his eyes. Since it didn’t fit entirely in one hand anyway, he held it just enough to grip and suck, and tried to brace himself by pressing his hands against the bed. His wrists throbbed, feeling as if they were being sliced by a sharp knife, but he swallowed his groans, knowing it wouldn’t be a consideration for Gi Taejeong anyway.

“Uh… ugh…”

Even though Sehwa opened his mouth as wide as possible, he could barely swallow just the glans. His opened lips stung, suggesting they might have torn a little.

“Hmph…”

As Sehwa rolled his tongue to rub the tip, Gi Taejeong plunged both his index fingers deep into Sehwa’s hole. He spread Sehwa’s rear as if opening a door, and as Gi Taejeong’s tongue moved in circles, Sehwa’s thin lower abdomen tensed. A snake-like tongue climbed up Sehwa’s crotch, plunging deep inside, then rapidly moved in and out as if it were a dick.

In contrast, Sehwa’s tongue movements, sucking the glans, were utterly awkward. A quick glance showed that even after taking in so much, a significant portion of the shaft remained. Sehwa tried to be careful, but due to its size, his teeth inevitably brushed against the tip.

Despite Sehwa’s clumsy fellatio, which was so awkward it was strange he wasn’t criticized, the cock in his mouth continued to swell. Was it enough just to shove it in anywhere? Even though it was an awkward act that Sehwa wouldn’t have expected to get hard from, Gi Taejeong’s dick was fully erect, now even leaking pre-cum.

“…Ugh!”

As if to give Sehwa no time for idle thoughts, Gi Taejeong clamped down on Sehwa’s pelvis. Pop! A sound like bubbles bursting came from below, and then the hand and tongue that had been probing Sehwa’s rear both withdrew. “Hmph!”

Sehwa didn’t even have time to feel the stinging in his probed hole. If he just stayed still, Gi Taejeong would automatically, arbitrarily knead Sehwa’s body and change his position. Sehwa was now lying on his back on the mattress, sprawled out as if collapsed.

Gi Taejeong positioned himself between Sehwa’s automatically parted legs and immediately rubbed the tip of his dick against the hole. Sehwa braced himself for the intense pain that would follow, cutting his breath short… but strangely, nothing happened. He squinted his eyes narrowly, and Gi Taejeong’s lowered face came into view. Gi Taejeong was looking at Sehwa’s messed-up wrists. Gi Taejeong rubbed his fingers over the skin, which was swollen a deep pink as if a band had been tied around it… then turned his head away again. That was all. And it was the second time. Acting as if he was about to say something, only to harden his expression.

“Ah…!”

Thud! The glans caught at the edge of the hole with a thud. Sehwa had been cowering, wondering what Gi Taejeong would do next, when a pain so intense that the thought seemed a luxury overwhelmed him. The cock, hard as carved wood, burrowed into the soft inner wall, relentlessly pushing further in.

“Hoo, this…”

Gi Taejeong let out a languid sigh at the sensation of his dick melting inside. He sucked the sweet cum still clinging to Sehwa’s lips and lowered his body again. As Gi Taejeong kissed deeply and thrust his hips, a muffled, garbled breath scattered in Sehwa’s mouth. It wasn’t erotic at all, but rather a pained groan, yet it was incredibly arousing.

“It gets tighter and tighter…”

As if honey had been smeared inside, the entire inner wall clung tightly to his dick, refusing to let go. Gi Taejeong enjoyed the sticky, clinging sensation, thrusting in short, sharp movements. Sehwa seemed to have gotten a little more used to the act, as Gi Taejeong could certainly penetrate deeper than before.

Gi Taejeong lowered his hand and stroked Sehwa’s dry chest, then circled the nipples, which had begun to swell from friction. A spring, which had been pooling deep within the flesh, burst open, creating a path of moisture. Gi Taejeong’s lips gently enveloped Sehwa’s tongue, which was peeking out from his pained gasps. Gi Taejeong sucked deeply, then firmly entwined their tongues, drinking all the flowing saliva. Both Sehwa’s upper and lower mouths became utterly drenched, making wet, lewd sounds.

Even though Gi Taejeong was thrusting deeper than ever before, he kept feeling hunger. As Gi Taejeong rotated his hips in a wide circle, Sehwa’s inside clenched tightly. Feeling uncertain, Gi Taejeong scraped and burrowed into that area, and Sehwa’s head, which had already been trembling, now snapped back with a thud. Gi Taejeong, who had been idly watching Sehwa’s prominent Adam’s apple bob, suddenly grabbed Sehwa’s ankles as if he had made up his mind. He spread Sehwa’s thin legs almost horizontally and thrust his dick in hard, like pounding rice.

“Ha, damn it, what is this…”

Sehwa’s pale body, as if powdered, trembled, soaked in the afterglow of pleasure. A curse spontaneously erupted at the soft flesh that squirmed and clung to his dick. Gi Taejeong slapped Sehwa’s lower body with his scrotum, which was as massive as his dick.

“Aah…!”

Sehwa, who had been about to let out a groan he could no longer endure, bit down on his scabbed lips. He suppressed his breath so violently that his thin chest heaved. He wasn’t crying yet, but as always, his tear-filled eyes glistened brightly. Gi Taejeong thrust his dick in hard, intending to break through to the very end this time.

As Gi Taejeong bent his body, the weight pressed him deeper, making Sehwa groan. Sehwa’s soft, long eyes, drawn with meticulous care like a brushstroke, trembled slightly, tightly closed. That spot, which wasn’t even considered a dick, was already red and throbbing.

To be honest, until now, Gi Taejeong hadn’t focused much on Sehwa’s sensitivity. It wasn’t that he deliberately enjoyed it alone. Gi Taejeong wasn’t inexperienced, so he knew how to cum from behind somehow, and if he just kept thrusting as wide as possible, Sehwa would somehow hit a spot on his own, and the lewd thing would cum easily.

So the pattern of insertion was rather simple. Instead, Gi Taejeong enjoyed showering Sehwa with obscene words. There were many ways to make him feel so much he’d pass out, but Gi Taejeong preferred Sehwa to be somewhat conscious and swayed by his words, rather than just feeling his body and begging desperately. When Sehwa’s moist voice called him “Director-nim” with no proper title, or when he turned his head away with a blurred face, asking why Gi Taejeong kept saying such things, Gi Taejeong wanted to pull out his dick right then and cum all over those shimmering eyes.

Today was no different. No, the degree to which Sehwa accepted the insertion seemed the best out of all the sex they had ever had. Sehwa, seemingly trying to read Gi Taejeong’s mood, was struggling to take Gi Taejeong’s dick to the limit, and Sehwa’s movements were both amusing and delightful. The sight of him looking deflated, wanting attention, was, well, frankly quite cute.

But… even amidst all that, something kept bothering Gi Taejeong. A nasty warning kept gnawing at his mind, telling him he was missing something. What was this unsettling feeling? Gi Taejeong, lost in thought, tickled Sehwa’s collarbone. As Gi Taejeong rubbed Sehwa’s stiff nipples as if to flatten them, Sehwa gasped, his face flushed. Gi Taejeong, who was about to forcefully grind Sehwa’s lower body and devour Sehwa’s tattered lips… then, suddenly, realized the true nature of this infuriating feeling. He had thought something was strange earlier, and this was it.

“…Lee Sehwa.”

As Gi Taejeong casually uttered the name, like a dragon’s inverse scale, Sehwa, who had been crumpled up, flinched violently. He was utterly trapped, like a butterfly caught in a spiderweb, barely fluttering his eyelashes. The tear-filled face of the beautiful man now seemed quite familiar, but Gi Taejeong never tired of seeing it. But…

“Why aren’t you making any sound?”

Sehwa, who used to moan and beg sweetly with every thrust, was now clamping his mouth shut as if honey had been smeared on it, trying not to let out a single sound. Despite his wrists being swollen from being severely twisted, he stubbornly endured, biting his lips until they bled, refusing to utter a single word of pain.