DE | Chapter 3.3

It was like a white blaze flashing before his eyes. Lee Yeonhong gripped Joo Seonghyeok’s buttocks hard enough to make them bulge.

With each crush, Lee Yeonhong licked the man’s face. His large, broad tongue stickily traversed the skin, crushing the swollen breast with his hand.

As if the breast might produce milk, the packed gland was mashed between his fingers, causing Joo Seonghyeok to shake and shiver.

Joo Seonghyeok’s dick prodded his lower abdomen. Just having ejaculated and still painfully erect, what about it now?

Lee Yeonhong grabbed the man’s dick from the base. As Joo Seonghyeok moaned, enjoying the pleasure with his eyes closed, he suddenly opened his eyes.

However, Lee Yeonhong roughly rubbed the tip of the man’s glans with his nails. A sharp pleasure mixed with pain transmitted, and Joo Seonghyeok cried out, “Ah, ah!” and pulled back.

But he was still in Lee Yeonhong’s palm. The constant rubbing seemed to make the urethra cramp.

He felt like he was about to urinate. Dragged by a pulling sensation, Joo Seonghyeok embraced Lee Yeonhong. Just then, semen burst from the man’s hole, and pussy juice continuously leaked out as well.

Drained of strength, Joo Seonghyeok was lifted by Lee Yeonhong. With a whoosh, the dick slipped out below, and Joo Seonghyeok cursed, but soon Lee Yeonhong’s dick pressed in from behind, and he cried out Lee Yeonhong’s name.

“Fuck, no, ah! Lee Yeonhong!”

It was not easy to force a dick into a back hole that hadn’t been properly loosened and was only wet with warm water. Joo Seonghyeok grabbed Lee Yeonhong’s shoulders and slammed his head against the bathroom wall.

Lee Yeonhong, effortlessly lifting the heavy body, thrust his dick in. While semen mixed with pussy juice was still leaking from the pussy, Lee Yeonhong’s dick filled the twitching back hole. The vein-lined dick settled inside, and it was visibly pushing up to the root.

Pushing it to the limit, rubbing the giant thing up to the bladder, Joo Seonghyeok drooled grotesquely, choking for breath. His cheeks spasmed. Lee Yeonhong, gripping the bulging buttocks as if they might pop out, started thrusting hard while biting the man’s blood-flowing shoulder.

Feeling like he would fall to the floor if he let go, Joo Seonghyeok clung desperately to Lee Yeonhong, gagging as if he might vomit from the strong force pressing his colon. The man’s lips quivered narrowly.

“This fucking… bastard…”

“You like it from behind too, don’t you, Mr. Joo Seonghyeok? The dick juice.”

“Eek, fuck off, you crazy fucker! Ahh… feels like, my stomach, will burst, ugh…”

“You don’t just like the dick juice, you like my dick too, right? You love it when I stab you hard enough to hurt your stomach. You go crazy, rolling your eyes back and drooling while giggling, right?”

Lee Yeonhong pushed Joo Seonghyeok against the wall. The cold wall of the bathtub sent chills down his back every time it touched.

The man’s legs spread, dangling and curling in the air repeatedly, unable to utter proper words as he was stimulated down below. The meaty pillar that entered in bulk tore through the intestines, splitting the thin membrane as it pushed up.

Water leaked out. Pussy juice soaked the area below, dripping down into the water-filled bathtub. Despite his rear being penetrated, Joo Seonghyeok desperately tried to rub his pussy against Lee Yeonhong’s stomach, an action utterly debased for his usual demeanor.

Responding in kind, Lee Yeonhong wildly stirred inside him, pouring out both pussy and dick juice until it spilled over.

“You’re like a rag.”

Lee Yeonhong chuckled.

“When I thrust into you, the way the juice flows out is just like a rag.”

If Joo Seonghyeok had a gun in his hand, he would have shoved it into Lee Yeonhong’s mouth and fired. Sadly, the man had no gun, only his empty hands, and all he was doing was desperately clinging to Lee Yeonhong’s neck.

“The fucking rag is you, you bitch… You’ve fucked anyone with this dick, right? Heh, fuck, you got off screwing any pussy, dripping dick juice like you’re losing your mind? You son of a whore!”

The red mucous membrane of the widely spread back hole twitched.

Every time Joo Seonghyeok shouted, the grip tightened remarkably. Lee Yeonhong spread the man’s buttocks even wider with both hands, continuously thrusting into the flesh wall that was swallowing his dick, feeling good as he watched Joo Seonghyeok’s saliva drip.

Lee Yeonhong, like a snail, stuck to the man and continued the interaction.

Joo Seonghyeok gritted his teeth and trembled violently, his veins bulging. At the climax, there was a weak sway of his hips along with the stirring action.

Joo Seonghyeok’s expression disintegrated as dick juice burst from one side of his belly. His reddened eyes and lips looked as if they had been smeared with makeup. His eyeballs rolled wildly. Lee Yeonhong kissed him.

“If I’m a rag, isn’t that good for you, Mr. Joo Seonghyeok? You get to have dick every day…”

“Eek, ugh! Ah, ugh, ugh…”

Their tongues touched. Joo Seonghyeok twitched his toes and had to force his mouth open. Nothing looked more violent than the view of a red, veined dick moving between round, pale buttocks.

And it was the same above. Lee Yeonhong’s red tongue wandered freely in Joo Seonghyeok’s mouth.

The gap seemed about to burst as dick juice suddenly dropped down. His belly felt bloated. The heat boiled up from inside due to the dick juice he was forced to swallow.

After the beast-like mating in the bathroom, Joo Seonghyeok struggled to expel the dick juice inside him. Naturally, it took time as Lee Yeonhong eagerly rushed in, sucking between his legs.

It was impossible to stay sane while the bastard licked and bit the perineum, entangling his tongue around the clit. Lee Yeonhong seemed to be trying to chew up and swallow the man.

Joo Seonghyeok, completely naked and dripping wet, rummaged through the closet. He casually pulled out a shirt and pants and turned to look at Lee Yeonhong, but he couldn’t help but make a disgusted face.

With a face as beautiful as a sculpture and something as huge as a large water bottle attached below, it was a natural reaction.

The bigger problem was the urge to salivate and desire to suck every time he saw Lee Yeonhong’s dick. It was deplorably abominable.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

“If you apply saliva, it’ll heal.”

“Let me treat you.”

Joo Seonghyeok sighed and took out a first aid kit, then removed one arm from his shirt. Lee Yeonhong expertly searched the first aid kit, pulling out antiseptics and medications. Joo Seonghyeok made no sound throughout the treatment.

“What do we do now?”

“What can we do? We have to stay here until Oh Hyeontaek contacts us.”

“Mr. Joo Seonghyeok, don’t you know how to do anything by yourself?”

“Are you picking a fight with me now? Huh? Pretty boy.”

“Who takes care of stuff like your meals?”

At that, Joo Seonghyeok looked dumbfounded.

“Do I look like I can’t even feed myself?”

“I’ve never seen Mr. Joo Seonghyeok cook.”

Joo Seonghyeok snorted in disbelief and got up from his seat.

***

So, they ended up going to a supermarket, something not in their destiny. It seemed too conspicuous for people in their situation to wander around openly, but they had come this far, so it would be difficult to find them.

However, the biggest problem was that their appearances were too noticeable. Not to mention Lee Yeonhong, but Joo Seonghyeok’s size, tattoos, and notably handsome face would stand out in this small town.

Joo Seonghyeok bought hats and pressed them onto their heads, trying at least to divert some of the attention.

“Have you been to a Korean supermarket?”

“I have.”

“Then you push the cart.”

Lee Yeonhong gleefully clung to the cart.

Joo Seonghyeok watched as Lee Yeonhong, hanging onto the cart, pulled at its wheels. The first thing the man loaded into the cart was coffee mix, then he looked at Joo Seonghyeok as if unsure what to add next.

Joo Seonghyeok, standing in front, grabbed the front of the cart, pulling it along with Lee Yeonhong in tow.

After loading up vegetables and doenjang, along with some simple side dishes and snacks, Joo Seonghyeok pulled out his wallet and frowned upon seeing only checks and cards inside. Using a card would certainly lead to their location being tracked.

Digging through his wallet, Joo Seonghyeok eventually pulled out a 50,000 won note and used it to pay, including some chocolate at the checkout.

The process was not smooth. There were a few people who asked Lee Yeonhong if he had a Starstagram account.

Naturally, Lee Yeonhong, who didn’t even have a phone, didn’t have a Starstagram account, and Joo Seonghyeok had to make excuses on his behalf.

It was tiresome dealing with technology when you’re a monster unaccustomed to machines.

The biggest problem was the people who kept trying to sneak photos. Lee Yeonhong, looking like a model or celebrity, attracted cameras, and Joo Seonghyeok had to step in with a threatening expression to keep them at bay.

Normally, he wouldn’t care about being photographed, but being fugitives, any social media exposure could be disastrous. Joo Seonghyeok made sure Lee Yeonhong’s hat was pulled down further, then they quickly left the supermarket with their purchases.

“People in Korea are still the same.”

“Have you been to Korea before?”

“I’ve been here before.”

It was unclear when exactly that ‘before’ was. After they arrived home, Joo Seonghyeok unpacked their groceries.

The extent of his cooking skills was limited, as Oh Hyeontaek usually did all the cooking. The best he could manage was doenjang jjigae, a distinctly Korean dish that he wasn’t sure would suit Lee Yeonhong’s tastes.

However, with the resolve that if Lee Yeonhong threw it up, he’d just feed it back to him, Joo Seonghyeok began cooking. Lee Yeonhong sat at the dining table watching him cook, and stopped him every time Joo Seonghyeok tried to light up a cigarette.

“What happens if the chef smokes?”

“Fuck…”

Joo Seonghyeok just chewed on the unlit end of his cigarette. It was a hassle for him, a heavy smoker who needed a cigarette every hour.

Once the doenjang jjigae was ready, Joo Seonghyeok heated up some instant rice. He placed the jjigae on the table without using oven mitts, his large hands handling the heat, and set down chopsticks and a spoon in front of Lee Yeonhong.

“Eat up.”

“I will eat well.”

Surprisingly, Lee Yeonhong ate everything in the doenjang jjigae, even the zucchini. Joo Seonghyeok ate his meal with a sigh.

“Does it taste good?”

“Yes, but it’s a bit salty.”

“Fuck…”

Joo Seonghyeok smoked his cigarette and raked his hair back. The taste of smoke mixed with the food was acrid. Lee Yeonhong asked curiously, “Do you dream of dying from lung cancer?”

“Shut up and eat.”

“If you’re going to die anyway, why not leave me your pussy?”

Joo Seonghyeok threw his chopsticks. Lee Yeonhong slightly turned his head, dodging them. The poor chopsticks hit the wall and fell to the floor.

Joo Seonghyeok puffed on his cigarette heavily. The studio apartment was filled with smoke. Lee Yeonhong looked at the yellowing wallpaper then glanced out the window.

A black car slowly passed through the alley. Like that car, Lee Yeonhong lowly approached Joo Seonghyeok’s side. Joo Seonghyeok instinctively scratched the underside of Lee Yeonhong’s chin, caressing the man’s head.

“Are we trapped here?”

“Why, planning to sing like Rapunzel?”

“If I have to stay here forever with Mr. Joo Seonghyeok, I like it. But you have to give me a baby.”

“You goddamn brat, there’s nothing you can’t say, is there?”

Joo Seonghyeok smacked the back of Lee Yeonhong’s head hard. However, it wasn’t likely to bring the monster’s sanity back.