SU | Chapter 4.3

The violent pleasure in such a short time burst blood vessels in Yoo Han’s eyes. As Ji Youngwon pulled his fingers out, Yoo Han’s raised buttocks collapsed. He shivered as the orgasm lingered.

“Get yourself together and stand up.”

Yoo Han looked dazedly at Ji Youngwon with swollen, overheated eyes. The pleasure was not escalating step by step but striking terrifyingly and oppressively. Unable to endure it, Yoo Han pleaded.

“Can you please be gentle?”

His voice was hoarse from the forced throat irritation. Ji Youngwon ignored his words. Yoo Han mustered the last of his strength and struggled as his face was pressed into the mattress. Eventually, Yoo Han managed to flip his position again.

“Let me at least see your face. You can do that much, right?”

“Will you do as you’re told if I pay you?” Ji Youngwon asked, and Yoo Han’s face turned sorrowful.

“No, I don’t want money. Just let me see your face.”

Mad man. Ji Youngwon couldn’t understand why Yoo Han, refusing money, insisted on a missionary position. Ji Youngwon shook his head and adjusted their position again. The more Yoo Han coaxed, the more Ji Youngwon’s excitement multiplied. He clicked his tongue and lifted both of Yoo Han’s legs with one hand. Yoo Han’s body folded in half, his knees nearly touching his face on each side, an explicit position that made him close his eyes in resignation.

Despite his insistence on face-to-face sex, he already regretted it. His folded body felt as objectified as a sex toy rolling around in a drawer, a humiliating sensation.

“Hold your legs tightly.”

Yoo Han nodded, grasping his legs with both arms as Ji Youngwon instructed. Ji Youngwon nonchalantly flicked the inside of Yoo Han’s thighs with the back of his hand, a signal to spread them wider. Even this small gesture hurt Yoo Han’s feelings, and he pouted.

“I wish you would be gentle.”

“…….”

Ji Youngwon didn’t laugh or respond. He was busy observing Yoo Han’s genitals, which were of a straight angle and a decent size, tinted pink. He had delayed removing Yoo Han’s underwear in case it would ruin the mood, but it ended up being such a visual turn-on that he regretted not doing it sooner. After eyeing the genitals, Ji Youngwon then admired Yoo Han’s lean body, which was slightly more fleshed out than he remembered, though it was still mostly skin and bones.

Yoo Han, growing suspicious of Ji Youngwon’s lack of reaction, subtly checked his expressions. Just as he began to regret possibly provoking him, a sharp impact struck deep inside. Ji Youngwon’s penis, fierce like a weapon, had pierced through in one swift motion.

Unable to even scream, Yoo Han shivered violently. He had only managed to take half of it, but his arms, clutching his legs, had gone limp. Ji Youngwon clicked his tongue in frustration. Even after stretching with his fingers, Yoo Han’s opening was still too narrow for his enormous size.

“Ah…! Ahh…! Pl-please, hah…”

As Yoo Han gasped in shock, Ji Youngwon pushed the rest of his penis deeper. Before Yoo Han could recover from the initial shock, he was overwhelmed by the continuous penetration, his arms and legs trembling as if electrocuted.

“Relax. Geez, your hole is as tight as hell, fuck.”

Ji Youngwon cursed as he felt the tight embrace around his penis. A man’s opening was distinctly different from a woman’s; no matter how vigorously he thrust, it wouldn’t naturally lubricate itself, and forcing it only made full penetration difficult.

“Pl-please… Ah…”

Yoo Han was so out of it, he could barely form words, though “please” hovered on his lips.

Ji Youngwon’s attention sharpened on the repeated pleading “please.” It reminded him of times when Yoo Han had called out to Kim Minjae in pain. Ji Youngwon leaned in closer.

“Ugh!”

His body hair brushed against Yoo Han’s cheek. Yoo Han burst into tears as Ji Youngwon’s angry penis penetrated him to the core. He cried silently, tears streaming down his face, his expression erotically distressed. It was a pleasing visual stimulation for Ji Youngwon, and the encounter was more satisfying than he had anticipated.

“Ah! Oh!”

As Ji Youngwon’s thrusts quickened, Yoo Han moaned louder.

“Please, slowly…! Ah! Oh! Director! Aah!”

The moans weren’t artificial but brutally honest and straightforward, spurring Ji Youngwon’s arousal. He sighed in satisfaction at the soft skin’s responsiveness and the visual thrill.

“Haah…”

“Ah! Ah!”

Each thrust Ji Youngwon delivered made Yoo Han pour out a helpless stream of fluid, the pain resembling that of a red-hot poker piercing through him, but the overwhelming size of his penis easily crushed his prostate with each thrust.

In the midst of the chaos, Yoo Han had a foolish, trivial thought that Ji Youngwon’s sex was very much like him—cold, affectionate, and with pain that somehow felt rewarding.

“Ah! Director, ah!”

Yoo Han locked eyes with Ji Youngwon’s furrowed brow and stuck out his tongue, a kinky habit of his. Amidst the intercourse, it was his way of seeking affection and assurance through kisses.

Ji Youngwon cursed, “Fuck,” as he watched Yoo Han, easily affectionate and open. Instead of kissing him, Ji Youngwon thrust his fingers deep into Yoo Han’s throat, mimicking the act he was performing below. Yoo Han, pierced at both ends, trembled helplessly under Ji Youngwon, his whimpers blending with moans.

Ji Youngwon stared intensely at Yoo Han, whose mouth was overstuffed and whimpering. The obscene image of another’s penis being sucked while offering himself to Ji Youngwon seemed quite appealing. As lowly desires surged, Ji Youngwon’s thrusting intensified.

Thump! Thump! The sound of flesh slapping echoed in the bedroom. Yoo Han, overwhelmed by the intensity, stared wide-eyed, his penis spurting fluid weakly as it flopped against his dry stomach.

“Ah, fuck!”

Ji Youngwon swore coarsely as he rapidly thrust his hips. The loosened opening clenching just right pleased him immensely. He focused on the union point, watching his penis being sucked into the crevice below Yoo Han’s buttocks. Cream-colored foam and fluid splattered, and the buttocks jiggled endlessly.

The messy friction continued. Just when it seemed to be over, Ji Youngwon started thrusting again. Yoo Han, flipped onto his back and pounded like a dog, initially resisted fiercely, maintaining the missionary position, but soon regretted it as Ji Youngwon began tormenting his nipples.

“Ah! It hurts! Oh!”

Yoo Han released his grip and desperately grabbed Ji Youngwon’s wrist, trying to pull it away. Each time he exerted force, Ji Youngwon spread his palm wide, gripping Yoo Han’s chest roughly. As Yoo Han’s strength waned from the rough handling, Ji Youngwon focused solely on the painfully sensitive nipples, causing tears to stream down again.

“Ah… It hurts, please stop.”

Yoo Han crossed his arms over his chest in an X, trying to protect himself. Ji Youngwon swallowed a laugh and looked down.

“Alright. Since it hurts, I’ll lick it instead.”

His voice was sweet like a devil’s whisper. Yoo Han froze, dumbfounded, looking into Ji Youngwon’s eyes.

“Push your chest out.”

As Ji Youngwon whispered, Yoo Han released his trembling hands. At that moment, Ji Youngwon drove his penis fully in. Thump! Yoo Han arched his back in a flip, and Ji Youngwon grasped his raised hips with both arms. He then lifted his upper body and devoured Yoo Han’s right nipple.

The sharp pain melted away the moment Ji Youngwon’s tongue touched him, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. With vigorous sucking, Yoo Han shivered and leaked again, unable to even scream, only whimpering helplessly. The extreme pleasure was shockingly intertwined with great pain. Cleaned and washed, his body was now slick with semen, saliva, and sweat.

Ji Youngwon alternately sucked on Yoo Han’s nipples and deeply stirred the softened inner walls before finally climaxing. It was a lascivious peak.

***

Yoo Han struggled to open his eyes amidst the gnawing hunger that felt like it was piercing through his stomach. His eyes, swollen like macarons, blinked as they stared up at the ceiling of Ji Youngwon’s clean, white bedroom—a place that no longer felt unfamiliar despite having slept there only a couple of times.

A bout of coughing erupted as he swallowed to quench his burning thirst. His throat felt dry and sore.

“Ugh…”

With trembling hands, Yoo Han grasped his throat, trying to steady his breath. His abdomen felt bruised. Each breath brought back sticky traces of their lovemaking, and his body felt like it had been through a lynching, not listening to him at all. Yoo Han tried to ignore the memories of their dawn tryst, but the friction of the blanket against his nipples rudely awakened those memories.

Even closing his eyes again didn’t bring sleep. Resigning himself, he glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. …Four o’clock…? He blinked slowly. It seemed unbelievable that he could have been knocked out for an entire day, no matter how roughly he’d been used, but considering how limp his body felt, it seemed plausible.

Just then, he faintly heard the door lock. Yoo Han tensed up momentarily and pulled the fallen blanket over his exposed upper body. The footsteps sounded urgent, definitely not Ji Youngwon’s. Not the Director? As Yoo Han pondered, an unidentified intruder appeared.

“Oh my goodness!”

A sudden scream erupted. An elderly woman with a shocked face was staring at Yoo Han, who was sprawled out on the bed. Yoo Han was equally startled, the woman seemed to have hurried here as she tried to catch her breath and waved her hand.

“Oh, oh. Just a moment, please. Getting old, even a little running takes my breath away. Oh dear, this is hard.”

Yoo Han frantically pulled the blanket to cover himself. The woman waved her hands in the air as if to say it was okay.

“I came quickly after getting a call from Director Ji. He said someone was unwell, so I came to make some porridge… I’ve prepared it already, and I just need to take out the side dishes, so please get dressed and come out when you’re ready.”

“Ah…”

Before he could even thank her, she had disappeared from sight. Yoo Han took a deep breath, wondering if he might have inadvertently encountered Ji Youngwon’s mother.

‘Must be the housekeeper…’

He looked around for his clothes to get dressed. He wondered if he should put on his semen-soaked underwear, but none of his clothes were in sight. Maybe they had been taken away because they were dirty. Yoo Han picked up a robe from the stool. It was too big and kept slipping off, so he had to tightly tie the waist.

Going out like this might attract strange looks from the housekeeper… But there was no other option. His current state, already suspicious enough, plastered on the Director’s bed.

Each step was painful, as if his hips were pierced with sharpness. Yoo Han awkwardly made his way to the kitchen.

The housekeeper, who was setting the last spoon, greeted him warmly.

“It’s vegetable porridge. I made it plain just in case you can’t eat certain meats or seafood. Is that alright?”

“Yes, I’m not picky… Thank you.”

His voice scraped like nails on a chalkboard. He silently cried out in pain as he sat down on a backless chair. The sensation of something large still lodged in his backside was significant. Yoo Han wiped his brow as the housekeeper looked on sympathetically.

He ate the porridge with his head bowed, feeling somewhat awkward. The porridge was surprisingly tasty and hearty, making him feel rather melancholy. It had been ages since someone had prepared a meal for him—if ever. He soothed his sore throat and savored the porridge slowly. Finally feeling a bit more relaxed, Yoo Han called out to the housekeeper.

“Um…”

The woman, who was tidying the fridge, turned around.

“Yes. Would you like more water?”

“No, it’s not that. I was just wondering…”

“…”

“Have there been many people like me?”