DE | Chapter 1.1

The unusual feature about the man was his eyes, and one of those unique and transparent eyes of Joo Seonghyeok moved busily. The area around his eyes turned red-hot and twitched slightly, and with his massive frame over 190 cm tall, he groaned with pleasure, his aristocratically chiseled jaw dropping open as his reddened lips twitched. Clear saliva dripped down from his mouth, and his tightly stretched thigh muscles made his widely spread legs thoroughly soaked with fluids.

His skin shimmered as the wet vagina stretched with every move, making sticky, lewd sounds, stretching out a sticky, obscene liquid. Where one would expect to find testicles, there was not a single hair on the cleanly spread perineum, and the man rubbing his nose against the protruding clitoris and the plump labia was the pretty, well-formed bastard Joo Seonghyeok had been trying to screw just moments before.

Even when dragged in by his hair, this fucking guy didn’t resist but just blinked, and as soon as he climbed onto the bed, he flipped Joo Seonghyeok over and buried his face into a vagina he had never shown to anyone else, licking it with a dignified dining style.

“This crazy fucker,” Joo Seonghyeok yelled as he kicked out, but this snake-like man deftly dodged while sticking out his long tongue, slurping up the dripping wet hole. His tongue was so long that it lasciviously moistened the bright red inner walls of the vagina, making audible smacking sounds.

With a keen and intense stimulus shaking his mind, Joo Seonghyeok threw his head back and vulgarly shook his body, trembling at the waist.

His dick had been erect for a while, sticking up to near his navel, dripping pre-cum. Who could imagine this man as the Representative Director of Geumho? He looked nothing more than a junkie dribbling cum.

His dick head, long freed from virginity, was dark and hideous in size and appearance, and while such a dick was left alone, the reddish vagina that was indulged in was indescribably filthy. There was a cross tattoo on the man’s pubic bone.

“Fuck, son of a bitch… gonna, kill, fuck… uh, ugh…!”

The man slowly lifted his head, his tongue dripping saliva. The man who had been lavishly sucking Joo Seonghyeok’s vagina had a distinct appearance with light platinum hair and purple eyes, an immaculately beautiful face that could only be praised as unearthly. If there were angels, he would be one. The problem was that this angelic figure was sucking off some gangster’s pussy.

“You wanna kill me? You gonna kill me?”

“Bitch, won’t come off… uh, um… uh!”

“But you like having your pussy sucked like this, don’t you?”

The lewd smell wafted through the air. At least to him, between these legs, when the inside of this depraved den was stirred with a tongue, it made water stream out uncontrollably, soaking the bed sheets. The reason he could tell from the beginning that Joo Seonghyeok had a vagina was due to the distinctive pheromones.

Drawn by those pheromones, Lee Yeonhong had been lurking around Joo Seonghyeok before being captured.

“Bro, take a look at this guy.”

“Hmm. Shut your trap and wait, fucker. Your bro is busy right now.”

Joo Seonghyeok grasped the man’s face and traced a knife just below his eyes, as if he was about to gouge out his dark, bulging eyes. He paused, gazing at the terrified man who was dribbling with fear and trembling, and gently smoothed out the tense area around his eyes.

His eyelids were smooth and shiny, and narrowed thinly; his heavily drawn eyebrows and the deep scars around his cheeks made Joo Seonghyeok look menacing.
To be able to smile so cheerfully while jamming a knife into someone’s face must be a blessing in its own twisted way. As a representative director disguised as a legitimate trade business, but actually running a mob organization, Joo Seonghyeok had been in a foul mood lately due to the rough handling of his duties. Whether they were informants or members of the rival Doosan gang, he had been tirelessly searching for those suspected of killing his chairman three months ago.

The chairman had taken Joo Seonghyeok under his wing, treating him like a son, and his death had struck a devastating blow. Since then, Joo Seonghyeok had been frantically turning everything upside down to find clues, but to no avail.

So, for now, Joo Seonghyeok had reverted to being nothing more than a debt collector, though in reality, he was involved in everything from violence to murder, no different from any gangster.

Joo Seonghyeok closed his eyes momentarily, feeling the man’s trembling under the threat of the knife—an absurdity that strangely thrilled him. The lively flinching seemed to advertise life itself, which Joo Seonghyeok enjoyed sensing and, bizarrely, he even donated to children’s foundations.

“Fucking idiot, right? If you had just paid up earlier… then we wouldn’t have to chase you like this. Why don’t you use your head, dumbass?”

“I’m, I’m sorry, sobbed…”

“So what if you know you’re wrong? Where’s the money? The money!”

Joo Seonghyeok gripped the man’s face and yelled. The terror in the man’s half-gray, pale eyes was chilling.

“Give me the money!”

“I messed up! Please, spare my life! Sob, ugh, Mommy…”

“Fuck, why are you calling for your mom here, you filthy…”

After removing the knife from the man’s cheek, Joo Seonghyeok stood up and spat on the floor, then frantically searched his pockets for a cigarette. Lighting one up, he only smoked Camel filters, the harsher cigarettes that were cheaper by 500 won, a significant saving for a chain smoker like him.

Turning his head to look at a gang member brought to his knees beside him, Joo Seonghyeok doubted his own eyes and rubbed his clean one just to be sure.

“What the hell is this?”

“Yes, boss… he was skulking around here, thought he might be one of those Doosan bastards…”

“Are you blind or what? Do you think the Doosan gang sends spies looking like they’ve got halos?!”

“He’s Lee Yeonhong.”

“What?”

The guy with a halo-like innocence blinked and spoke up.

“My name is Lee Yeonhong.”

The room fell silent. Lee Yeonhong seemed clueless about where he was, with a naïve smile while others trembled in fear from stabbings—despite speaking Korean fluently, his intelligence seemed questionable.
Joo Seonghyeok wiped his blood-stained hand with a handkerchief while looking down at Lee Yeonhong.

“Should we sell him?”

“What? Boss, we don’t even know where he’s from.”

“He looks like he’d make a good peace offering to Old Man Gobong Mountain. Does he suck well?”

“He sucks well.”

“See? He seems like he’d do a good job if asked…”

But Joo Seonghyeok felt irked; strangely, every time Lee Yeonhong’s gaze met his, a heat began to build in his stomach, an unusual sensation for him, who typically had no interest in exposing himself sexually due to unique physical characteristics.

It was like being in heat, uncontrollably so. As he looked at Lee Yeonhong’s face, it was no wonder; the man was so beautiful that even the most devout monks would struggle to avert their eyes and not sin.

Around him, Joo Seonghyeok noticed the brawny laughs of his men.

“Damn, you filthy bastards. If you leak any more lust, I’ll cut it off.”

“Ah, boss!”

“Are you turned on by a man? Are you, you horny freaks? All you think about is noodles? Even if he looks like this, this fucker has a dick, idiots.”

Joo Seonghyeok stomped in irritation between Lee Yeonhong’s legs, and was disgusted. A large, snake-like member was pressed down, unaroused yet enormous. The man recoiled as if his foot had been violated and screamed.

“Will you all get out? Take this guy and get out now!”

Joo Seonghyeok grabbed Lee Yeonhong by the hair and dragged him inside, swallowing dryly as his Adam’s apple bobbed. Throwing Lee Yeonhong onto the bed, he breathed heavily, flushed with arousal. The deep, guttural urge was overwhelming.

He groped at Lee Yeonhong’s waist and sneered at the mismatched eyes.

“If you suck well, big brother will give you lots of money, okay?”

Despite the vulgar talk, Lee Yeonhong smiled as if he didn’t mind. He kindly stripped off his pants and underwear himself, revealing his impressively large genitalia. Joo Seonghyeok was astonished; it seemed a waste not to use something so well-endowed, which could almost be considered a work of art.

Joo Seonghyeok had never been with a man before, but he knew the basics. He intended to have Lee Yeonhong lie face down and was about to expose himself when the situation suddenly flipped. Before he could even lay down, Joo Seonghyeok found himself caught off guard, unable to make a sound, only his eyebrows twitching as he was overpowered.

There was no mercy in the perpetrator’s actions as he pinned down Joo Seonghyeok’s thighs with a certainty as if he had always known there was a vagina to be exploited, burying his face in it aggressively. Joo Seonghyeok, who had never experienced his vagina being sucked before, screamed and moaned, but his gang members outside thought he was just throwing another fit and did not intervene.

Joo Seonghyeok rarely exposed his vagina, except when urinating, and had never actually touched it with his hands. He always felt repulsed by the fact that he had both male and female genitals and had never disclosed this to anyone. His experience with masturbation was limited to rough handling of his penis during showers.

So, when his vagina was engaged, red and plump, it was truly beautiful. Lee Yeonhong’s face grinding against it, gushing fluid, presented a lasciviously filthy sight. Joo Seonghyeok had never felt this way even when penetrating a woman. Muffling his cries to prevent any louder outburst, he lifted his hips and clenched his buttocks.

The sensation made his lower abdomen lift involuntarily and heightened his sensitivity. The pleasure sent a thrill through him, dumbfounding his mind. As Lee Yeonhong’s provocative tongue pressed and rubbed persistently on the clitoris, wet sounds escaped him as he climaxed, spraying fluids everywhere.

After a disgusting tremor, Joo Seonghyeok barely managed to blink and try to sit up when Lee Yeonhong, unable to resist, licked up the copious fluids dripping down below.

“Eek…!”

“I’ll make you feel good.”

“Shit! You crazy fucker, you wanna die, huh?!”

“I suck well.”

Joo Seonghyeok kicked out frantically, blinking rapidly. Despite being considerably thinner and smaller compared to Joo Seonghyeok’s towering height and immense strength, Lee Yeonhong easily dodged the kicks and grasped his ankle with crushing force, a strength Joo Seonghyeok found humiliating.

“…Let go…!”

“I told you, I can suck well.”

It wasn’t just about sucking. Joo Seonghyeok was afraid that further pleasure could lead to something irreversible. The humiliation of being a man over thirty with a vagina was one thing, but reaching climax repeatedly from it being sucked was likely to drive him insane.

Yet, there was no mercy from this assailant. Lee Yeonhong gripped Joo Seonghyeok’s legs nearly to the point of breaking them and, outrageously, buried his face back into the vagina. Pubic hair was rubbed over the pelvis, right above the spot marked with a cross tattoo.

“…ugh…!”

As the fluids freely flowed, it was as if tasting honey. With each movement of the tongue, splashing sounds filled the air. Joo Seonghyeok struggled with his blood-stiffened hand and finally grasped Lee Yeonhong’s hair, signaling for more as he shifted his hips.

Lee Yeonhong’s mouth, smeared with the copious fluids, licked deliciously, especially when his broad tongue lavished attention on the clitoris. Each touch sent involuntary shivers down Joo Seonghyeok’s spine, making his face melt in pleasure.