CU Ch 1.2

The whole thing started about two weeks ago, when Jaejun was covering for his senior, Dr. Saemyeong, at his clinic. 

Saemyeong, finally married in his late thirties, had entrusted his clinic to Jaejun for a lavish two-month honeymoon, celebrating his late marriage. Jaejun, who happened to be looking for temporary work, readily accepted the offer and was experiencing rather uneventful days of boredom. 

Then, Kang Jugeon showed up. His reason for visiting? A penis reduction surgery.

‘He wants a penis reduction surgery? Does that mean he’s that confident about his… goods?’

Jaejun looked down with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. Kang Jugeon’s penis… was truly a monster. 

It was by far the biggest dick Jaejun had ever seen. It was the first time he’d encountered something so large and perfect. Unconsciously, Jaejun gulped and brought his face closer to the man’s groin. The more he looked, the more mesmerized he became. The size, the color, the length… it was that flawless. It was the ideal penis he’d always dreamed of. To reduce such perfection… that would be an unforgivable sin.

Entranced by the spectacular penis, Jaejun was busy salivating and admiring it when he belatedly noticed a tattoo on the inside of the man’s thigh. The moment he saw what appeared to be the tail of a snake, a chill ran down his spine. He knew that many people got all sorts of tattoos on their bodies based on their preferences, but the first thing that came to Jaejun’s mind mind was “gangster.” With a growing sense of foreboding, Jaejun raised his head and carefully examined Kang Jugeon.

Objectively, the man had a rather fierce and intimidating appearance. His hair was short, he wore a dark suit, and his muscles looked like they were about to burst. 

What made it impossible to dismiss him as just a regular guy with a tough demeanor who liked to work out was the distinct aura of a gangster, something Jaejun had seen and experienced countless times. Still clinging to a sliver of hope, he asked if the man’s work was involved in fists. 

And as expected, Kang Jugeon confirmed he was indeed a gangster. Learning his profession, Jaejun felt a surge of disgust. The only reason he couldn’t coldly refuse the surgery and tell the man to go elsewhere was solely because of that penis.

‘What would such a large penis feel like? It must be amazing.’

It was perfect, the ideal penis he’d been seeking since he’d become aware of his sexual preferences. It was only natural to be curious about its taste.

Once the thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t resist it. Hadn’t Park Seunghyeong, whom he’d met and bonded with at Daesamo (Big Penis Lovers’ Association) and still met occasionally, always insisted that bigger was better? Seunghyeong’s philosophy was simple.

‘Technique can be honed, but natural size is something you can’t change no matter how hard you try.’

Jaejun wholeheartedly agreed.

‘Let me tell you, I’ve been around the block and tried everything without being picky, but bigger is definitely better. And these days, there are a lot of guys who artificially enhance their size, but they can’t compare to the real deal. You haven’t experienced a natural big dick monster, have you? Fuck, even the word ‘ecstasy’ doesn’t do it justice. It’s truly fucking amazing.’

Recalling Park Seunghyeong’s praise of natural endowments, claiming that just like with fresh fish, a natural, large penis was the best, Jaejun was consumed with the desire to taste it even more. No matter how hard he tried to control it, his desire grew uncontrollably.

I want to have it. I want to taste it.

Then, it hit him; anesthesia. 

It was common knowledge that anesthesia was necessary for surgery. He could use the surgery as an excuse to anesthetize him, and once the man was knock out, he could have his way with him, and then simply keep his mouth shut. 

If he didn’t say anything, how would the man ever know? If the man were an ordinary person, Jaejun would have restrained himself, no matter how tempting, but Kang Jugeon was a gangster. Legality? Medical ethics as a doctor himself? 

Those were concerns he could temporarily set aside when dealing with a gangster. In Jaejun’s mind, gangsters were on par with cockroaches. There was no need to uphold the law with cockroaches.

Having made up his mind, Jaejun asked, 

“How about tonight for the surgery date?” 

Since he’d decided to sneak a taste, he figured it was best to act immediately. Fortunately, the man readily agreed to return that night. As the man rose to leave the examination room, Jaejun asked one last question without hesitation, 

“Mr. Kang Jugeon, do you have a partner?”

He couldn’t just casually help himself to something that belonged to someone else, after all. He could treat a gangster like dirt, but he couldn’t touch one who was already taken. The man looked momentarily puzzled but didn’t ask why he was asking such a question.

“….? No, I don’t.”

It was a relief that he was single.

“Good. See you later then.”

Jaejun watched the man’s retreating figure, a sinister smile playing on his lips. The day passed by in a blur of anticipation. As soon as clinic hours ended, he sent the nurses off to have beer at a nearby pub and waited alone at the clinic to await Kang Jugeon’s arrival.

Punctual as ever, Kang Jugeon appeared at precisely 9 p.m. As Jaejun led him to the operating table, administered the anesthesia, he felt his heart pound with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He carefully removed the man’s trousers, revealing the magnificent specimen he had seen earlier. 

Just like that afternoon, Kang Jugeon wasn’t wearing any underwear. A man who walked around with only trousers over such a large penis…

“So fucking hot.” 

Jaejun murmured appreciatively, reaching for the man’s groin. Kang Jugeon’s penis was so thick that it overflowed even in Jaejun’s large hand. A sense of pride welled up inside him, making his mouth water. The thick, bushy pubic hair was also to his liking.

Licking his dry lips, Jaejun lightly grasped the man’s flaccid penis. It responded immediately, swelling with heat and increasing in size. The sight was so intoxicating that Jaejun felt felt he might faint at any moment. Breathless, he gripped Jugeon’s penis tighter. It also grew larger, like a balloon being inflated.

Even Jaejun, with his obsession for large penises, recoiled slightly at the sheer size of the erect member and momentarily withdrew his hand. Even though he looked at the size before the erection and estimated the erect size based on its flaccid state, the reality was even more astounding.

“It’s even bigger than I thought. Will it even fit?”

Jaejun gently caressed the hardened glans, momentarily questioning whether penetration was even possible. His contemplation was short-lived. If he missed this opportunity, he knew he might never get another chance to experience such a magnificent penis. He had to seize the opportunity, even if it meant tearing himself apart. He could always heal the wounds, but a missed monster cock might never return.

“Mr. Kang Jugeon. I’ll enjoy this, thanks for the meal.” 

Jaejun bowed his head respectfully towards the unconscious man before removing his own clothes. After that, he applied a generous amount of lubricant to his fingers, thoroughly preparing himself, before positioning himself over the man’s body.

For a few days afterward, things were good. No, it was ecstatic. As the saying goes, stolen fruit is the sweetest. The satisfaction was even greater because he had committed the perfect crime in secret. Plus, there was the added pleasure of having screwed a gangster.

Kang Jugeon’s penis was so large that even after thoroughly preparing himself and applying copious amounts of lubricant, Jaejun still felt breathlessly overwhelmed as he inserted it as slowly as possible. It was so difficult to move on his own that he only managed a few shallow thrusts before his entrance became swollen and sore so he pulled it out, but it was worth it. 

The feeling of being stretched to the limit, the sensation of the man’s veins pulsing against his inner walls, the way even the slightest movement felt like a deep, intense scraping friction… it was addictive. Once he’d tasted it, he couldn’t get enough.

Honestly, if Kang Jugeon weren’t a gangster, Jaejun would have seriously considered seducing him. His penis was perfect enough to bet his life on.

But he was, unfortunately, a gangster, something Jaejun abhorred. Jaejun truly hated gangsters. He was usually a passive person who turned a blind eye to injustice, but when it came to gangsters, he would go to the trouble of reporting them to the police. Though, he always did so anonymously, because he disliked the hassle.

The gangsters that Jaejun knew were incompetent, irresponsible, reckless, selfish, and ignorant, butal people who tried resorting to violence to solve every problem. At least, that’s how gangsters always seemed to him. 

His father, a gangster who lacked any real ability, sacrificed himself for some misguided sense of loyalty and ending up in prison for a colleague’s crime he didn’t even commit. After his early release and subsequent disappearance, his father’s “brothers” frequently visited, threatening his mother relentlessly, demanding to know his whereabouts. 

They didn’t hesitate to destroy their belongings and physically inflict violence on his mother and young Jaejun. Each time, his mother had shielded him with her body, holding him tight, absorbing the blows. Feeling his mother’s terror and fear while huddled in her arms, trembling, Jaejun grew to hate his weak and cowardly father who abandoned his family, and all gangsters.

Even after his father’s colleagues finally backed off, his ill-fated encounters with gangsters continued. When his mother ran a street stall, the local gangsters who claimed to control the area would constantly harass her and extort money. And when Jaejun was in high school, that guy was also involved with gangsters… No, he didn’t even want to think about that bastard. The bottom line was that gangsters were Jaejun’s public enemy. He had never had a positive experience with them.

Even Kang Jugeon, the possessor of the penis of his dreams, was also a gangster. Getting involved with him wouldn’t end well. So, he had to give it up, even though it pained him to give up the best sex he’d ever had. The most delicious food becomes tiresome if eaten every day, so it was best to stop while he still craved it.

Even though he convinced himself of this, the thought of losing such a magnificent penis brought tears to his eyes but Jaejun sent the man away without a word. Once Saemyeong returned and he left the clinic, their connection would be severed forever. 

He’d asked for Kang Jugeon’s gangster name on a whim. 

He’d always scoffed at the ridiculous nicknames gangsters used for each other, like Ashtray, Axe, Hammer but he suddenly became curious and wanted to know what Kang Jugeon was called. Perhaps, subconsciously, he thought that if they happened to run into each other back in Seoul, he could figure out which gang he belonged to and avoid their territory. 

In any case, he’d planned to keep the whole incident a secret, never to see Kang Jugeon again.

But funnily enough, his feelings changed slightly in the morning. He wanted to leave his mark, a sign that he had taken him. Was it like an artist signing their work, or a master thief leaving their calling card at the scene? Whatever it was, he impulsively left a note. Honestly, a part of him wanted to see the man’s reaction, to taunt him a little.

When he’d received a call from Hyungkyu, and after entrusting a note to his senior, Jaejun left Seoul immediately, laughing triumphantly.

The thought of the man’s contorted expression upon reading his note made him chuckle even in his sleep. That was exactly a week ago.