CMT Ch14

“M-Master.”

“After the punishment, I take care of the aftermath. That’s also part of the rules of this game, so keep that in mind.”

What was this supposed to be, an aftercare service? Was he offering medicine after giving him the disease? He called it a rule, but it ultimately meant to quietly obey him. Seoyoon closed his mouth and tried to surrender himself to him. It wasn’t easy, though, as his only experience being held like this was from when he was too young.

Being held in the arms of the man who had just made him sob uncontrollably was indescribably complicated. He felt resentment and annoyance towards the man holding him, yet at the same time, he felt like he had been conquered by an absolute power. The pain made him grimace, but he also felt a sense of relief that the predetermined ordeal was over.

The place Kijung took Seoyoon was the bed. Laid down neatly and waiting in a prone position, something ice-cold plopped onto his buttocks.

“Ah…!”

He couldn’t help but be startled as the cold substance touched the area that had been burning like fire. Kijung pressed down on Seoyoon’s back, forcing him back down as he tried to arch his back.

“It’s bright red now. I’m trying to reduce the swelling, so stay down.”

“It’s fine. It’ll go away on its own eventually…”

“We talked about the rules. I’m planning to start again after a short break, so don’t be stubborn and stay down.”

Seoyoon quietly relaxed his body. Large hands gently spread ice gel over his buttocks.

As the completely opposite temperature and sensation touched his skin, which had been suffering from heat and pain, he felt dizzy as if he were on a rocking boat, even though he was lying on a flat bed. Every time the soft palms and long fingers slid and glided over his buttocks, his body tensed involuntarily.

“Ah…”

Being with Kwon Kijung was always like this. His sense of time blurred, his sense of balance crumbled, he swung between heat and cold, and the ground beneath his feet felt like it was about to collapse, only to suddenly soar into the air. He wasn’t physically weak, but whenever he was with this man, he felt dizzy and as if he might collapse at any moment.

Moreover, if he had to endure this pain every time, could he continue even if today wasn’t the end? He had come this far, but he was losing confidence.

“Do you know?”

Kijung suddenly asked a cryptic question. Seoyoon, who had been lost in his unanswered worries, turned his head sharply and asked,

“Yes? What…?”

“Your behind, Seoyoon, it’s wet.”

His voice was laced with amusement. At first, Seoyoon didn’t understand what he meant.

“Of course it is, since you just applied the gel.”

“It’s been wet since earlier. Since I was spanking you.”

“What? From sweat…?”

“Slick is leaking from your hole, Han Seoyoon, making it wet.”

Seoyoon was dumbfounded, unable to close his mouth.

The back of his head tingled, and his ears rang. The heat that had subsided from his face returned, and his eyes felt hot.

“That’s impossible.”

It must be a lie to tease him. The gel must have just dripped down and made it wet. Seoyoon turned his reddened face forward again and muttered like a sigh. He wanted to act nonchalant, as Kijung often did, rather than react and be embarrassed.

“Impossible, huh? It’s slippery here.”

“Mmm, ha…!”

He casually rubbed between Seoyoon’s buttocks with the back of his fingers, free of gel. Being touched in a place where another person’s hand had never been before, the unfamiliar and tingling sensation made him feel as if all the strength in his lower body was draining away. Startled by the sudden stimulation, Seoyoon couldn’t help but moan.

“Ah, ahh…”

“The texture is completely different from the gel I applied. Can you feel it? From the middle onwards, it even got on the paddle and started to drip. Want me to show you if you don’t believe me?”

“Haa, uh, yes, Direc… no, Master, Master…!”

“Maybe it’s because you’re an omega. Your cock isn’t hard, but your ass is wet, so it’s fascinating to watch. From the outside, you look just like an alpha or beta, as you said, but there are differences.”

“Stop, hgh, please…”

“It’s like you’re begging me to put something in there. Go on.”

Seoyoon shook his head. He had believed that if he just endured the painful beating until his buttocks were raw, it would be over. Hadn’t this man said he wasn’t interested? He hadn’t thought that Kijung would actually want anything more with him.

Finally, his hand moved away. He had been told not to change his position until instructed, but Seoyoon turned over and protested, even as he trembled.

“You said… you wouldn’t do anything penetrative.”

“I think I only said I might fuck you if you behaved.”

“I didn’t think you would actually…”

“That’s surprising. I thought Han Seoyoon-ssi wanted to spend the night with me and snag the spot of my lover.”

Kijung pulled a tissue from the nightstand and wiped his wet hand with an indifferent expression.

“Let’s stop if you don’t want to. I don’t mind.”

His tone, implying that Seoyoon was the one who would be missing out, was a painfully accurate observation, regardless of his true intentions. Seoyoon watched, speechless, as Kijung got up without a second thought.

Seoyoon clenched and unclenched his fists several times. He needed to think rationally. How many people would willingly endure the pain of being beaten to a pulp for a sliver of a chance? He had endured that difficult task, crying and screaming, so why couldn’t he do something as simple as sex, something everyone does when they come of age? Even if it wasn’t this time, he would eventually have to become the partner of an alpha he didn’t even know, according to his father’s wishes.

Seoyoon got out of bed. Kijung was drinking water in front of the refrigerator.

“I’m sorry.”

Seoyoon approached him from behind, hesitated, and then knelt. His still-throbbing buttocks screamed in protest as they pressed against his heels, but he endured it. Kneeling was the first thing Kijung had instructed him to do, so he thought it would be effective in conveying his feelings. Kwon Kijung stopped what he was doing and turned around.

“You don’t need to apologize. You can do whatever you want, Seoyoon-ssi. If it’s your first time, you might want to save it.”

“No, I… I want to finish.”

Although he spoke as if he had a choice, it was a completely unbalanced seesaw game, as the one with the clear desire was Kijung. Kijung had praised him throughout the punishment for holding up better than expected, but would that be enough to secure the next meeting?

Seoyoon had never even dated, let alone had any sexual experience, but he had heard rumors that sex was the easiest way to bond people. Kijung stared down at Seoyoon and chuckled.

“I like you, Han Seoyoon-ssi. You can act sweet while being punished.”

“…Thank you.”

“I was going to ask you to see me again even if we didn’t have sex, but you still want to?”

His throat tightened, and he couldn’t answer. He felt a sudden heat in his chest.

Liar, he screamed internally. He wanted to argue that Kijung had coldly turned his back on him after he refused, and now that he was begging, Kijung was just playing with him, pretending to change his mind because he found it amusing.

It was bound to happen this way. He knew it, so there was no reason to feel wronged, yet fresh tears welled up. Kijung must have seen the tears in his eyes, as he took a step closer.

“Why are you crying? I told you to say no if you don’t want to.”

“No. I want to.”

Seoyoon stubbornly kept his head down and continued.

“Master, please let me…”

Unable to understand the meaning of the continuing silence above him, Seoyoon bit his lip. The tears that had welled up began to fall, creating small circles on his thighs. He desperately wanted to avoid making a scene by sobbing or doing anything that would ruin the mood.

He had already cried so much today, a side of him that no one had seen since his grandfather’s passing, yet he wasn’t even ashamed anymore. He had already exposed his vulnerabilities to Kwon Kijung from the beginning.

“Look up.”

Seoyoon slowly raised his head. He could feel his previously pale face flush again from holding back his tears.

Even though it was his own face, he couldn’t clearly picture his expression. Kijung looked down at Seoyoon and chuckled softly.

“Seoyoon-ssi, you seem like a pretty interesting person.”

“……”

“To be honest, it’s my first time being turned on by a masochist like this. Ah, but strictly speaking, you’re not a masochist, are you?”

Lost in the moment, Seoyoon couldn’t quite grasp what he was saying, so he just kept his mouth shut. Kijung took another step closer. As Seoyoon knelt, his gaze leveled with Kijung’s groin.

“Touch it. See if I’m lying.”

Seoyoon hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out and groped Kijung’s crotch. A moment later, he recoiled in surprise, his upper body jerking back. Kijung’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“Where are you going? You said you wanted to.”

Seoyoon blinked, unable to believe the sensation in his hand. There was no reason to be so surprised by touching a penis, something he also possessed. Nevertheless, he was shocked because Kijung’s member was….

“Is this… real?”

“What do you mean?”

Were all alphas like this? He had never seen an alpha’s penis before, so he didn’t know. Seoyoon just gulped, lacking the courage to explain to Kijung, who had asked what he meant.

“If you’re curious, unzip it and take it out.”

Despite giving the lewd instruction, his tone and voice remained as polite as ever. Seoyoon raised his hand, but perhaps due to nervousness, he found it difficult to undo the stiff belt buckle. Kijung didn’t rush him as he fumbled several times.

He unzipped his pants and pulled down the boxers that sat on his hips. A heavy weight sprung out like a jack-in-the-box, revealing itself. The scent of the body wash he must have used in the shower, along with the distinct musky scent of a male, tickled his nose.

“Uh…”

Seoyoon moaned involuntarily. Kwon Kijung’s cock, which had appeared before his eyes, was undoubtedly something he also possessed, but at the same time, it was hard to believe it was the same as his own.

The Kwon Kijung that Seoyoon envisioned resembled the large black sedan he drove. His neatly styled black hair, his preference for dark suits, and the fact that he was large but sleek, with features and a physique that seemed meticulously crafted.

However, the cock he had just pulled out from his clothes had a blunt glans and thick, bulging veins on the shaft, far from sleek. Its massive size, which could only be described as brutish, and its shape, closer to a roughly hewn club than a finely sculpted piece, didn’t suit the Kwon Kijung he had imagined.

“You don’t like it?”

Seemingly sensing Seoyoon’s bewildered and disgusted reaction, Kijung rubbed his penis against Seoyoon’s cheek and asked. Seoyoon flinched in surprise but managed to resist turning his head away.

“Th-that’s not it…”

“You said it’s your first time. Think you can take it well?”

He had no experience, and even if he did, he doubted he would ever have the opportunity to take something this big. When Seoyoon didn’t answer, Kijung chuckled softly and pressed the glans against his lips. Seoyoon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the movement visibly rippling down his neck and chest.

Kijung pulled a nearby chair over with one hand and sat down on it. What had been above Seoyoon’s line of sight was now at eye level.

“Since Han Seoyoon-ssi asked me to do this, let’s do it all, I suppose.”

“Ah…”

“Open your mouth and swallow as much as you can.”

Kijung’s hand pulled at Seoyoon’s jaw. His mouth opened involuntarily, and his lips mashed against the bulging glans.

“Hmph.”

It would make sense to feel disgusted by the penis suddenly shoved into his mouth, but perhaps because his bewilderment was greater, he didn’t have time to feel anything else.