DE | Chapter 4.2

“Going to squeeze out pussy juice too? I hadn’t thought of that…”

Yeonhong moved one hand down to roughly rub the clitoris. The pussy puffed up and closed repeatedly, and even standing there, sticky liquid flowed down. Yeonhong shoved a wet finger deep inside, stirring the insides wildly while simultaneously slapping the backside.

“Heh, hmm, ughhh…”

Semen flowed into the toilet. Yeonhong muttered about milk possibly coming out next as he roughly massaged the breasts. He was so busy pulling out the swollen nipples. Seonghyeok started shivering uncontrollably as bodily fluids kept flowing endlessly.

Yeonhong whispered affectionately, “How about changing your name this time? Instead of Joo Seonghyeok, how about Pussy…”

“Shut your mouth…!”

“Isn’t there a saying, ‘The name is like the outer shell of a person’? Live up to your name, right? How about really naming you Pussy Hole then? Ah, but I don’t want others to fuck it…”

Yeonhong mumbled as he bit Seonghyeok’s shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave marks while gripping the base of Seonghyeok’s dick and thrusting powerfully. Seonghyeok gritted his teeth and screamed in agony.

“Call my name, Seonghyeok. Say ‘Yeonhong.’”

“I, Yeonhong…”

“Right, that’s good. Call me Yeonhong, Seonghyeok…”

Seonghyeok barely nodded with a flushed face. His dick reached a dead end, and he groaned loudly, welcoming the dick juice pouring into his backside. His knees quivered, his legs about to give out, so Yeonhong pulled him close. The bathroom toilet was filled with Seonghyeok’s emitted fluids.

“Lick it.”

“What?”

“Lick it up, I said.”

Seonghyeok twisted his face in humiliation, but soon, Yeonhong grabbed his hair and pushed him towards the toilet.

He grimaced, licking up his own semen from the toilet. The bitter taste was distinct. His mouth felt sour. He licked several times more, about to gag, and covered his mouth, retching.

“You should clean up neatly, Seonghyeok.”

Yeonhong said soothingly while lightly slapping Seonghyeok’s ass. Even the shameful acts didn’t stop the engorged, red-hot backside from climaxing just from the giant pillar inside.

Yeonhong pressed on Seonghyeok’s bladder, delving deeper inside with his fingers, scrambling the tender insides. The fluids blurred out.

“Stop, please stop…”

As Seonghyeok reached his limit, Yeonhong reluctantly turned his head to kiss him. He licked along the base of the tongue, slowly dragging his tongue across.

Soon, a terrifying sensation approached Seonghyeok as the tongue squirmed, filling his mouth like a tentacle, sucking at the roof of his mouth.

Each time, Seonghyeok felt like everything was being squeezed out. With half-closed eyes, panting like an animal, Yeonhong turned around, making Seonghyeok sit on top of him on the toilet. The startled man’s face approached as the dick pushed deeper inside.

“Uh, ugh, hate this position, ah, ugh…”

“You say you hate a lot of things, Seonghyeok, but you don’t know what to do with yourself when you actually do it, do you?”

Feeling it press against the inner flesh all the way to his abdomen, Seonghyeok bent over, trembling. Then he threw his head back and grabbed Yeonhong’s hair, nearly fainting.

Yeonhong deliberately slid a hand between the legs to touch Seonghyeok’s pussy, rummaging inside with squelching noises. The simultaneous stimulation of front and back made him cry out in pleasure continuously.

“Shouldn’t you be most worried about the milk bottle?”

“Hmm, huh…?”

“What if you start producing milk when you go to fight that man, Lee Gangpil? What then?”

Yeonhong giggled as he pulled on the nipple. Seonghyeok’s chest heaved as he was pulled along. Such a slutty fucker. Might as well hang a piercing on the other nipple. Yeonhong thought this as he nibbled on Seonghyeok’s neck, biting deeply enough to leave a clear mark, the man transforming all pain into pleasure as his heated body twitched.

“Ah, ah, it’s coming out… feels like I’m gonna pee…”

“When have you not? Always pissing yourself uncontrollably.”

“Ah, let go… ah!”

As Yeonhong roughly rubbed the pussy, Seonghyeok’s body suddenly froze. Then transparent fluid burst from the pussy like a fountain. His body shook violently. With legs widely spread, he breathed roughly, chewing on a finger.

“Hmm… uh…”

“So, Seonghyeok, you come from your pussy now too?”

Yeonhong looked down at his hand, sticky with the clear fluid, and remarked as if it were something new. He then smeared his hand all over Seonghyeok’s cheek and face.

Seonghyeok, with eyes tightly shut, had no choice but to lick the fingers entering his mouth. Surprisingly, they didn’t taste bad.

***

Yeonhong then drove Seonghyeok to the point of fainting. Most of what he murmured was about how unnecessarily pretty he was.

Talk some sense, Seonghyeok muttered inwardly, but he had no strength left to speak. Only at the end did he remember biting Yeonhong’s cheek hard.

When he woke up, his body had been cleaned and dressed, and Yeonhong was soundly asleep next to him.

How infuriating.

Seonghyeok contemplated hitting him but figured that would just lead to another ordeal from the morning, so, clutching at a stinging pain in his back, he grabbed a cigarette and stepped outside.

The corpse still lay in the middle of the bathroom.

Smoking in the dawn air always felt good. Seonghyeok inadvertently remembered the first time he had smoked. Or could that even be considered smoking?

It was back when he, Lee Gangpil, and Song Heemin were hanging out a lot at the orphanage. Then Lee Gangpil found a cigarette in the orphanage director’s drawer and brought it over, saying, look at this.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a cigarette, you don’t know?”

“Isn’t it bad to smoke this?”

“How would you even know how to smoke?”

“I can smoke if I want to!”

Lee Gangpil boasted, trying to light the pilfered lighter. But perhaps because they were just kids, lacking strength or technique, or maybe because the lighter was out of fuel, the flame kept dying.

Eventually, they huddled together to block the wind and tried to light the cigarette. Not knowing they had to puff on it to keep it lit, the flame kept going out, and it smelled odd.

“Cough, what is this?”

“It smells weird.”

Song Heemin covered her nose and grumbled. Just then, Seonghyeok complained so loudly that other kids gathered around to ask what they were doing and, seeing the cigarette, threatened to snitch to the director.

The director wasn’t a bad man, but he was obsessed with his belongings; being caught with stolen goods meant no food for at least two days. That was the first time Seonghyeok beat someone up.

It seemed better to beat a friend and draw blood.

Song Heemin quickly snapped the cigarette in half and buried it in the sand, then feigned innocence.

Amidst the crying, the director rushed over and dragged Seonghyeok and the other kid away for a scolding. At the time, Seonghyeok was deeply into the book “Matilda,” worried there might be a cabinet with nails in the director’s office, but fortunately, there was none.

Thinking back, they were foolish pranks. Lee Gangpil giving a thumbs up from the window and Song Heemin waving. Seonghyeok unwittingly laughed, earning himself another scolding.

“All sorts of bullshit come to mind…”

Seonghyeok fiddled with his earlobe as he snuffed out the cigarette on the ground. Perhaps hunger made him dwell on useless thoughts. If asked whether he missed those times, he couldn’t say no. But as time passed, life had become too dull, and it was time for Seonghyeok to live his own life, even if it meant beating up a childhood friend.

The past had to be let go.

Nostalgia was nothing but a hindrance. Since they had abandoned Seonghyeok, crushing them was his creed. Not that he was taught to be this way; it was just his born grit.

Song Heemin had her brilliant mind, Lee Gangpil had his connections, but all Seonghyeok had was sheer guts. He checked his cigarette and cursed, realizing it was nothing but a stub, and stuck it in his mouth anyway.

Seonghyeok had roughly chopped up the messenger sent by Park Changhwan and casually stuffed the remains into a food waste bag. It was hard to tell if they were human or pig intestines.

After all, who would think to mix intestines in a food waste bag? Seonghyeok washed the blood and the smell of tobacco off his hands and stopped by a local store. He bought a box and wrapping paper.

The fairly large box could only fit the head. Seonghyeok didn’t mind and wrapped it meticulously. The remaining limbs could just be frozen.

Yeonhong, waking up late, looked at Seonghyeok with messy hair and scratched his cheek. Seonghyeok’s body was remarkably robust, having endured such treatment and still being fine. The man was incredibly impressive.

Yeonhong looked at the bite marks he had left on Seonghyeok’s neck and put on an indifferent face when Seonghyeok turned to look.

“When did you wake up?”

“Just now.”

“Hungry?”

“Yes.”

Considering for a moment, Seonghyeok opened the freezer and pulled out a chunk of the corpse.

“Eat.”

“…”

“Why?”

“You need to cook it first…”

“You used to eat it raw.”

“That’s like eating raw fish, this feels like eating aged skate.”

“Picky…”

Seonghyeok put the corpse back in the freezer. Yeonhong yawned long.

As the man focused on cooking, Yeonhong slightly lifted the blinds and looked outside. A suspicious man was picking up cigarette butts. Yeonhong thought, all sorts of people out there, and as Seonghyeok came closer and looked seriously at that man, Yeonhong made a puzzled face.

“Why?”

“Go catch him.”

“Huh?”

“Hurry.”

Yeonhong had to rush out half-dressed, wearing only track pants that made him look less lewd and more holy. The man felt it too, staring blankly as if seeing a vision. Yeonhong approached with a smile and knocked him out with a punch. He then dragged the collapsed man inside.

“I caught him.”

Seonghyeok was busy making steamed eggs.

“Check his pockets.”

“Hmm… only an e-cigarette and butts?”

“Did Park Changhwan send another guy?”

“How would you know?”

“Park Changhwan hates the smell of tobacco, so his guys only smoke e-cigarettes.”

All that suspicion just for this? Yeonhong looked incredulously at Seonghyeok, but he was serious. The man thoroughly searched the fallen one’s pockets and eventually found a business card. Doosan Ilsan… Seonghyeok’s guess was right.

“Wake him up, don’t kill him. I need to finish cooking.”

“Hmm.”

Yeonhong looked down at the member of the Doosan gang, briefly pondered, then stuck out his tongue. It turned into a long tentacle, probing the man’s eye sockets.

He flipped the eyelids and tugged as if to pull out the eyeballs, causing the man to scream and wake up. He gasped for air, fumbling around his eyes. Except for the tearducts filled with tears, he was fine.

Just as Seonghyeok finished the steamed eggs, he placed the food on the table.

“Tell him to take a gift when he goes.”

“Here, this is your gift.”

Yeonhong smiled broadly as he pushed the wrapped gift box towards the gang member. The man, realizing this was no ordinary den, took the box and bolted. Shortly after, a scream was heard outside. Yeonhong sat down at the table at Seonghyeok’s invitation to eat.