EMP Chapter 4

“…Huh.”

“Good evening. Looks like you’re quite fond of this place.”

Park Juyeon narrowed his eyes and greeted with a tone laced with derision. His gaze was steeped in disdain. Despite catching that insufferable expression, Kwon Jiwook couldn’t muster a defense and merely opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. Wow, seriously, you’re completely out of it, Kwon Jiwook. Of all places, why did you think it was fine to pass out here, you lunatic?

Consumed by self-loathing, Kwon Jiwook splashed the bathwater as he smacked his own head. Even for someone like Park Juyeon, watching a self-destructive show wasn’t his idea of fun, so he lightly grabbed Kwon Jiwook’s wrist to stop him. Clicking his tongue for effect, he muttered under his breath.

“This is just… ridiculous.”

Kwon Jiwook’s shoulders twitched as he realized how absurd he must have looked. To be fair, he hadn’t intended to sleep here at all.

Just as Park Juyeon predicted, Kwon Jiwook had staggered to the bathroom the moment he woke up. The trip was arduous enough, and he had barely reached the toilet when a stomach cramp hit, forcing him to endure an ordeal he hadn’t signed up for. Sitting there, with the heat radiating from his inflamed skin making even his face burn, he remained stiff as a board. He didn’t need to touch his face to know it was a wreck. I need to wash up. Squinting through his swollen eyes, Kwon Jiwook scanned the bathroom and finally settled his gaze on the bathtub. In the daylight, it seemed to beckon him. Maybe relaxing my muscles will help me feel better.

Giving in to the temptation, Kwon Jiwook had eased into the tub, planning to soak for a bit—but he’d drifted off to sleep and hours had slipped by. Now he kept his mouth shut, his expression stormy, as Park Juyeon crouched to meet his gaze, inspecting his face with infuriating thoroughness. Unable to hold it in, Kwon Jiwook exploded.

“What are you staring at? Look somewhere else, damn it!”

“…!”

Splash! When Kwon Jiwook struck the water with the side of his hand, it sent a wave straight onto Park Juyeon’s upper body. Park Juyeon’s eyes widened in surprise, droplets of water clinging to his long lashes as he blinked. That annoying elegance—the translucent pale skin, the dampened gaze, the slightly moist red lips—damn it. He was absurdly beautiful.

But enough of that. No matter how good-looking, Kwon Jiwook knew better than to let appearances fool him again. His fiery eyes fixed on Park Juyeon, who seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at either Kwon Jiwook’s eyes or the empty space beyond them. Slowly, Park Juyeon raised a pale hand to wipe his face dry.

“You startled me.”

“Quit staring at people’s faces first thing in the morning, you creep. What’s your problem?”

“Your temper hasn’t changed a bit. Fine, I won’t look. Happy now? Just come out and eat. I brought food.”

A smirk tugged at Park Juyeon’s lips, refusing to vanish, and his sharp eyes curved mischievously. Even watching an angry, cornered cat probably wouldn’t draw such a look. While the situation was objectively absurd, the smugness in Park Juyeon’s expression made Kwon Jiwook seethe. With a hardened face, Kwon Jiwook rose, drained the bathwater, and sighed. His muscles felt looser, sure, but it only left him more lethargic.

“Why the hell would I eat here? If you’re done, just drop me off already.”

Park Juyeon blinked as though confused, his thick lashes fluttering a couple of times.

“We didn’t get to talk yesterday because you were being so cocky. About the photos.”

Kwon Jiwook froze mid-motion, his arms gripping the edges of the tub awkwardly. Oh, crap. The real idiot wasn’t Park Juyeon—it was him. How could he have forgotten something so important? Panic crept onto his face. Park Juyeon, whose expression had been faintly unreadable since entering the bathroom, broke into a wide smile when he saw Kwon Jiwook’s reaction. The smile came so naturally.

“You’ll have to behave well to my liking.”

“You… you son of a….”

The frustration in Kwon Jiwook’s voice seeped out through gritted teeth. Park Juyeon, still smiling, straightened up and sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving Kwon Jiwook clenching and unclenching his fists. As much as he wanted to grab Juyeon by the collar and wreck that smug face, something about him stopped even Kwon Jiwook’s fists in their tracks. Is this intimidation, or am I just out of sorts? Kwon Jiwook wasn’t one to cower easily, after all.

Even so, he couldn’t help staring at Park Juyeon’s retreating figure for a long time. That guy definitely thrived off being cursed out. With a resigned step, Kwon Jiwook carefully moved to ease his sore back, which had been bent all night.

* * *

“How unlucky can one day get?”

“…?”

Dressed in borrowed clothes, Kwon Jiwook glanced up at Park Juyeon as he chewed a piece of steak. What’s this now? A pointless comment. Rolling his eyes, he lowered them back to his plate, chewing intently. His jaw creaked. Tears threatened to surface, but he wouldn’t give the satisfaction of showing weakness.

Unperturbed, Park Juyeon rested his chin on his hand, observing Jiwook’s meal with interest before sighing theatrically, like he wanted sympathy.

“I thought I had a morning class and left at eight, only to find out it was canceled. Then I tried to grab lunch, but suddenly the professor wanted a meeting…”

“Sounds like a hell of a day.”

“…”

As soon as he spoke, Kwon Jiwook smirked smugly. After last night’s chaos, it was only fitting that Park Juyeon suffer his share of misery. A petty sense of triumph made him laugh softly, a scab forming on the edge of his upturned lips. Park Juyeon stared at him with his dark eyes before abruptly getting up and leaving the room.

When he returned, he was holding three tubes of ointment. Three? Why three? Kwon Jiwook swallowed his last bite and leaned back in his chair, his gaze daring.

“What’s with those?”

“Oh, these? Your face… it’s, uh…”

“It’s what? Are you finally feeling bad for beating me up?”

“…Kind of… unsettling.”

This bastard. Furious, Kwon Jiwook stood and hurled his chopsticks at Park Juyeon’s face. With an effortless tilt of his head, Park Juyeon dodged, and the chopsticks hit the floor. Rolling the ointments in his hand, Park Juyeon murmured in a bored tone.

“Don’t get so worked up. You’ll just end up getting hit again.”

“Wow, you’re not even pretending to be innocent anymore.”

“You’re not going to think I’m cute even if I try, are you?”

“……”

The words that followed were in a sulky tone. Whether it was an act or genuine, Kwon Jiwook couldn’t tell, and he irritably worked through his steak. Using just a pair of chopsticks, he adeptly picked at and finished the meal. Seeing the now-empty container, Park Juyeon beamed in satisfaction, as if proud of something. Kwon Jiwook scoffed in disbelief.

“If you’re done eating, come here.”

Tap, tap. Park Juyeon turned to sit on the outer side of the table and patted his knee twice. Not understanding the action, Kwon Jiwook tilted his head. Matching his gesture, Park Juyeon tilted his head in the same direction and patted his knee again.

“I said, come here. I need to apply some ointment.”

“You expect me to go there?”

“At most, we’re about a meter apart. Can’t you even manage that?”

Park Juyeon seemed to be gauging the width of the table by sight, pausing slightly in the middle of his words. Kwon Jiwook, looking displeased, scrunched his nose.

“That’s not the issue here. You’re telling me to sit on your lap, aren’t you?”

“Does it hurt so much you can’t even sit?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’m not joking.”

“……”

Left speechless, Kwon Jiwook opened and closed his mouth like a fish, before letting out a long, exasperated sigh. Humans are creatures of learning, after all, and he’d long realized there was no point in arguing with Park Juyeon—nothing ever changed. Still, curiosity about his intentions gnawed at him.

“Why?”

The ointment for his face could easily be applied from where Park Juyeon sat, by simply extending an arm. Why, then, did he insist on such an embarrassingly unnecessary position? Contrary to Kwon Jiwook’s expectation of silence, Park Juyeon responded softly.

“Because you need to get used to it.”

“Used to what exactly… never mind.”

But the answer lacked clarity. Kwon Jiwook gave up asking further. Understanding Park Juyeon’s inner thoughts had been a lost cause from the start. He wiped at his mouth haphazardly and reluctantly stood, approaching Park Juyeon and turning around hesitantly. With a smile of delight, Park Juyeon wrapped his arms around Kwon Jiwook’s waist and seated him firmly on his lap. Losing balance, Kwon Jiwook fell onto Park Juyeon’s firm thigh muscles with a startled jolt.

“……Ow.”

“Guess it really hurts, huh?”

Watching Kwon Jiwook gradually relax against the edge of the table and the chair’s backrest, Park Juyeon clicked his tongue twice. “Look this way,” he said softly. Kwon Jiwook took a deep breath and turned his head.

“If you’d just keep your mouth shut, you’d be so much better off. No damage to that handsome face of yours.”

Seeing Kwon Jiwook’s swollen face, Park Juyeon looked more pained than the man’s own parents might have. He carefully applied ointment to the split corners of Kwon Jiwook’s lips. Sitting on Park Juyeon’s lap reversed their usual eye level. Kwon Jiwook turned his head slightly, watching Park Juyeon’s hands and face as the ointment was spread across his skin, before closing his eyes. The tender touch made him recall how those same hands had behaved the night before, causing a wave of nausea just from the thought.

“I avoided your nose to prevent breaking it. It doesn’t feel like it’s fractured, right?”

“You call that avoiding it?”

“I thought if you had to get surgery, it wouldn’t turn out as nice as your original nose.”

Park Juyeon focused on the lips and outer areas, applying another ointment to the torn mucosa inside the mouth. The odd texture irritated Kwon Jiwook. About to clamp down on Juyeon’s fingers for a minor act of revenge, he noticed the other’s smirk as Juyeon withdrew his fingers just in time. Spotting Kwon Jiwook’s twitching lips, Juyeon grinned slyly.

Kwon Jiwook, disappointed, turned his head. Now that the facial treatment seemed complete, it was time to get up.

But just then, Park Juyeon opened another ointment and grabbed hold of Kwon Jiwook’s waist. Somehow, Kwon Jiwook had vaguely anticipated this. Instead of panicking, he firmly grasped Park Juyeon’s wrist and glared.

“Let go of your hand.”

“Aren’t you going to apply it to your back? That’s probably the worst of it.”

“Give me the ointment. I’ll do it myself.”

“……”

An invisible tension subtly warped the space between them. Their hands struggled silently—one trying to pull the clothes off, the other trying to keep them on—before they froze. Neither spoke as they exchanged cold, unyielding gazes. Kwon Jiwook’s glare was sharp enough to suggest he might strike at any moment. Park Juyeon, well aware of that, calculated his next move.

After all, it would be a waste to smudge the meticulously applied ointment by inciting violence.

Deciding to avoid conflict for the day—an already challenging one—Park Juyeon resolved to coax rather than push.

With a relaxed smile, he softened his eyes, and the corners of Kwon Jiwook’s once-harsh expression began to relax as well. Feeling victorious in this silent showdown, Juyeon spoke.

“And how exactly are you going to manage that by yourself?”

“Just spread it and do it, obviously.”

Park Juyeon lightly stroked the hand holding his wrist as if to console it.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just let me handle it here? It’s quicker and less hassle.”

“You idiot! Who said I’d do that in front of you?”

“Did you really think I’d leave you alone in your room? Like I wouldn’t watch you struggle with your own wounds?”

Resting his chin on Kwon Jiwook’s shoulder blade, Park Juyeon began lightly rubbing his sharp nose against him. Through the thin fabric of a T-shirt, he planted small kisses along the curve of his back, intertwining their fingers as he traced along Jiwook’s hand.

Caught off guard by the uncharacteristically gentle and sweet actions, Kwon Jiwook fell silent. His body stiffened under the intimate gestures, which only made his ears burn hotter.

“Here and now would be ideal—I’d get to check it directly, after all. It wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

“……Hey!”

Kwon Jiwook finally shouted when Park Juyeon unexpectedly gripped his groin tightly. As Juyeon’s palm pressed firmly over the fabric, Jiwook’s hips reflexively bucked upward slightly. Sensing the rigid tension in Jiwook’s jaw, Juyeon chuckled. He rather enjoyed seeing him unable to mount a proper resistance.

“Do you want to tear again, or just apply the ointment and finish?”

“Damn it, fine!”

The persistent hand gestures in front of him were annoying. The feeling of forced arousal was unpleasant, so Kwon Jiwook pushed away the hand that had been caressing his front. He felt a slight breeze on his back. Park Juyeon must be smiling.

Park Juyeon held Kwon Jiwook’s waist tightly with one hand and skillfully pulled down his pants and underwear with the other, exposing just enough of his buttocks and penis. Kwon Jiwook couldn’t sit comfortably. If he moved even a little, Park Juyeon’s penis might touch his buttocks, or he might end up sitting on it and getting penetrated. Sensing this, Park Juyeon smiled softly and inserted a tube of ointment between Kwon Jiwook’s buttocks.

The ointment came out of the tube easily. The tube was soon empty. He had brought a new one, and there was plenty of it. Kwon Jiwook’s gaze fell on the crumpled, discarded tube of ointment on the table. His bottom was sticky.

“Ah. Did I use too much?”

Park Juyeon muttered. Something was off. Was the ointment supposed to feel this thin? Kwon Jiwook’s eyebrows furrowed. He felt uncomfortable. Park Juyeon, who had been keenly observing Kwon Jiwook, spoke up.

“Why is it so tense when we haven’t even started yet?”

“I’m not….”

Kwon Jiwook showed no particular reaction. Park Juyeon shrugged and began to apply the ointment. Although Kwon Jiwook couldn’t see it, Park Juyeon meticulously rubbed the ointment around Kwon Jiwook’s hole with his fingertips. When it felt sufficiently lubricated, he inserted his middle finger and carefully spread the ointment inside. He did this for a while, and at some point, Kwon Jiwook bowed his head and started trembling. His ears were visibly red.

“I need to apply it thoroughly inside as well.”

“…….”

“The mucous membrane of the rectum is very delicate. It tears easily.”

Park Juyeon’s voice was strangely sticky and moist. Kwon Jiwook kept his head bowed. Suddenly, he remembered himself crying and begging. Every time he was hit, he reacted and pleaded not to do it… Damn. He was pissed off again.

The fingers widening his insides felt strangely vivid, making him even more annoyed. He tried not to pay attention, but the sensation of the fingers entering him was too clear. …Why? Kwon Jiwook struggled to control his breath, grabbing the arm around his waist.

“……Hey, that’s enough. If you’re done, take your hand out.”

“Not yet. I need to go deeper.”

Even though one finger should be enough to apply the ointment, Park Juyeon insistently inserted his index finger as well, stretching Kwon Jiwook’s insides. Before Kwon Jiwook could say anything, Park Juyeon spread his fingers wide inside him. When Park Juyeon pressed hard on a particularly sensitive spot, Kwon Jiwook’s breath hitched.

“……!”

What was that? An unfamiliar sensation stirred deep within his abdomen. His heart began to race, pounding loudly in his ears. It felt like he had been injected with a stimulant… Stimulant?

Park Juyeon’s arm tightened around Kwon Jiwook’s body, making it hard for him to breathe. The pressure on his abdomen forced his upper body to lean back. This position was uncomfortable, and Kwon Jiwook gasped for breath. As soon as he tried to speak, the fingertips pressing on that ‘spot’ inside him made his vision blur.

“You, what the hell did you… huh.”

The two fingers inserted all the way in freely stretched and teased his insides. Yes, it was clear ‘teasing.’ At first, the fingers simply moved in and out, but gradually they increased speed, thrusting in and out with audible sounds. The friction made the area feel hot, as if it were burning. He wondered if he was torn again. Something felt strange down there. Even Park Juyeon’s breath on his back made his whole body shiver.

Kwon Jiwook tried to escape the chilling sensation by grimacing and grabbing Park Juyeon’s arm. With his head thrown back, he slowly exhaled his roughened breath. Park Juyeon leaned in and bit his earlobe hard.

“Wai-, wait, just a moment, huh.”

“Why?”

However, the hand movements below did not stop. Park Juyeon smiled and continued to move his fingers. Deep inside, he spread his fingers wide and thrust them in, making Kwon Jiwook let out a desperate moan. His breath hitched, and he stiffened his hips, pulling his buttocks back. Park Juyeon was satisfied with Kwon Jiwook’s reaction and continued to stimulate the sensitive spot.

Kwon Jiwook vaguely thought, This is weird. I haven’t even touched the front… A tingling pleasure welled up in his lower abdomen and wouldn’t dissipate. He kept muttering, “No, stop for a moment,” but soon only long, crying moans escaped his lips.

No matter how he thought about it, this wasn’t right. It had to be some kind of drug. Kwon Jiwook tried to regain his senses. He bit his lip and tried to lower his hips, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. He tried to get off his knees but couldn’t muster the strength. Park Juyeon had no intention of letting him go.

When Park Juyeon inserted a third finger and stirred his hole, the moans grew louder. With each wet thrust, a sticky sound echoed between his legs. The squelching sound drove him mad.

“Huh, don’t, stop, damn it, huh, ugh, ng!”

“Why stop when it feels so good? Oh, this is so thrilling.”

Park Juyeon’s low voice seemed to be a signal, making the nape of Kwon Jiwook’s neck tingle. Park Juyeon exhaled hot breath onto Kwon Jiwook’s nape. His arm muscles tensed as he thrust his fingers in and out of Kwon Jiwook’s sensitive spot. Each thrust made Kwon Jiwook convulse and shiver.

“Ah, fuck, too much, huh, ah! Heek…”

“It’s ticklish inside, isn’t it? Right there.”

“Ugh, ng, what did you, ah, do here, ng!”

Kwon Jiwook stammered, his voice almost a cry. This man could even make cute, whimpering moans. Park Juyeon smiled thinly. After rapidly moving his fingers in and out of the hole for a while, he suddenly pulled them out. Kwon Jiwook tightly clenched his hole and let out a loud moan as the fingers slipped out. Even so, he couldn’t handle the lingering pleasure and collapsed onto the table, his body twitching intermittently.

It’s ticklish. It’s ticklish. My ass is ticklish, I’m going crazy, someone please stimulate it, no. What am I supposed to do? I feel like I’m going to die!

Kwon Jiwook lay sprawled on the table, his teeth chattering. He realized, to his dismay, that fingers alone were not enough. He had planned to run to his room as soon as Park Juyeon let him go, but unfortunately, what had risen was his own cock.

In fact, at this point, Kwon Jiwook honestly wished for even a finger to stimulate him. Unconsciously, he pushed his buttocks back, grinding against Park Juyeon’s cock. In that state, he began to move his hips, oblivious to his own actions. Park Juyeon watched this scene with a sense of amusement and gently stroked Kwon Jiwook’s back. Kwon Jiwook’s body twitched visibly at the soft touch.

“Don’t… touch me.”

“Doesn’t it feel ticklish inside?”

The hand that had been gently stroking his back suddenly took on a clear intent, tracing down Kwon Jiwook’s spine. Kwon Jiwook felt like crying.

“Isn’t it too much effort for you, Sunbae? The effects of direct intestinal administration are good.”

“……Huh, ugh…….”

“It’s ticklish, right? So, ask me to stimulate you.”

“Fuck, really…….”

“Hmm? Quickly. Say you want to be stimulated.”

The hand that had been circling his back moved to the front and grasped Kwon Jiwook’s cock. His cock, already fully erect from the rear stimulation, throbbed at Park Juyeon’s touch. Kwon Jiwook let out a long moan and curled his legs.

After stroking the wet tip of the cock a few times, Kwon Jiwook suddenly ejaculated in Park Juyeon’s hand, his abdomen contracting tightly. Along with a stifled moan that scratched his throat.

“Ah. Wow.”

The cock, which had been holding back stimulation for so long, was helplessly weak against direct touch. Even after Park Juyeon stopped moving his hand, Kwon Jiwook’s cock continued to release semen several more times.

“……Ugh, khh.”

“Well…….”

Disappointment was evident in his muttering. Park Juyeon looked down at the back of Kwon Jiwook’s head with a blank expression. Kwon Jiwook, unaware, was grateful for at least having reached orgasm once. However, the effects of the drug remained. Even after ejaculating, the ticklish sensation inside his buttocks persisted.

But he didn’t want Park Juyeon to know about his body’s condition. After all, Park Juyeon seemed to have lost interest in him since he had ejaculated.

“-Ah!”

“Get up. Who said you could come as you please…….”

Park Juyeon grabbed Kwon Jiwook’s hair and pulled him up, turning his head to face him. Kwon Jiwook, helplessly swaying between the aftermath of orgasm and boiling pleasure, met his gaze. At that moment, Park Juyeon’s voice was low. Park Juyeon’s eyes widened slightly.

Kwon Jiwook’s face, with its half-closed eyes and saliva dripping, was clearly not in its right mind. Tears were even welling up in his eyes, and his pupils were unfocused. He blinked a few times, but his eyes didn’t regain their focus, indicating he was truly out of it. Park Juyeon had never imagined that Kwon Jiwook, who was always stern or angry, could have such a face. Park Juyeon swallowed dryly.

“……This is a bit embarrassing.”

“Ha……. Huh…….”

Kwon Jiwook blinked, trying to focus his eyes. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t look at me like I’m in heat. He didn’t want to know why Park Juyeon was silently admiring him. He just wanted to catch his breath. If he endured, the drug’s effects would wear off.

Kwon Jiwook’s eyes fluttered, and he closed them tightly. Park Juyeon released his hair and, as if he had been waiting, thrust his fingers deep inside. Ah! Kwon Jiwook let out a short cry. His hips jerked, and he leaned against Park Juyeon, trembling.

It wasn’t his will driving his actions. The tickling sensation inside him felt so good that he thought his face might melt. It felt so good that he couldn’t stand it. He felt like he might die if something didn’t fill him up inside. He wanted to cry. He felt like he’d rather die than react to these sensations.

“I didn’t say you could come. You probably can’t even stand.”

“Your, fingers, too much… Huh, fuck, I’m going to die… Heek….”

Kwon Jiwook stammered, his voice sounding like he was dying. Park Juyeon’s expression darkened for a moment before returning to normal. Kwon Jiwook didn’t care about Park Juyeon’s expression. He was too focused on the fingers stretching him wide, making room inside him. Park Juyeon thrust his fingers in roughly.

“This time, it can’t be helped. I applied the drug.”

“Ha, ah, uh, ah!”

“So, say it. I gave you the excuse, so ask me to fuck you.”

“Fu, fuck, ah, can’t, do it…. Ugh! Ah!”

A thin thread of reason held Kwon Jiwook’s sanity. Kwon Jiwook’s body had been under the drug’s influence for a while. He knew it well. He had to get rid of the heat coursing through his veins. Park Juyeon grabbed Kwon Jiwook’s cock, who was trembling against his body. No, it can’t be easy. Park Juyeon pressed his thumb hard against Kwon Jiwook’s glans and increased the speed of his prostate stimulation. Kwon Jiwook choked and gasped, sounding like he was dying.

“This time, it was my mistake. It absolutely won’t happen again.”

“Ah, ah-! Stop, don’t! Let go, let go! Hng…….”

“If you stay like this, you won’t be able to come for the rest of your life. Come on, quickly.”

Park Juyeon’s eyes gleamed strangely as he urged Kwon Jiwook to beg for his cock. How could he resist this? Kwon Jiwook hesitated. The intense stimulation made his mind go blank. After a long struggle, Kwon Jiwook felt something snap inside him. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fu, fuck me. With your cock. Fuck, please… I’m going crazy, ah.”

“……Where?”

Ah, I’m going to kill you. I’m really going to kill you! Kwon Jiwook cried out in frustration. The fingers moving rapidly inside him were no longer a source of pleasure but amplified his torment.

Kwon Jiwook lay in Park Juyeon’s arms, breathing heavily. The pain was turning into something else. This pain would be resolved by something slightly thicker and harder than fingers. For example… something like a man’s cock.

“You can’t come out looking so sexy.”

“Ugh! Ah! Fuck, ah! Please, fuck my ass! Put your fucking cock in my ass! Please!”

Ah, there it is. Park Juyeon finally showed his teeth, smiling happily.

His body, now sensitive, eventually struggled to escape the hand holding his lower half. Yes, as Park Juyeon said, this was a justified plea. I took the drug. Kwon Jiwook decided to forget what he had just said.

The fingers slipped out of his hole again. It was the same action as before, but the feeling was different. His cock was also stimulated. Kwon Jiwook couldn’t collapse as he did earlier and stiffened his arms and legs. His straight legs contrasted with his curled toes, which scratched the floor a few times before going limp.

Park Juyeon supported his trembling body. This cute person must have expected to be fucked and said such cute things. Then, shattering that expectation would also be fun.

“Good job. You did as you were told.”

Park Juyeon found Kwon Jiwook’s plea incredibly satisfying. So, he didn’t stop smiling and just kissed the back of Kwon Jiwook’s neck.

“……Huh, huh…….”

Kwon Jiwook breathed heavily, still held by Park Juyeon. His sensitive spot was now even more sensitive, and his body trembled at the slightest touch. He bit his lower lip to suppress his moans, but the sound that escaped was embarrassing. Kwon Jiwook felt his chest tighten with a mix of pleasure and shame. He had never imagined that such sounds could come from his mouth.

“I, I did as you said. Quickly, quickly do it. I even said those things….”

“Don’t be impatient.”

Park Juyeon still held Kwon Jiwook and now caressed his chest. He slipped his hand under Kwon Jiwook’s shirt and roughly groped his firm chest muscles, even pinching his nipples. The pain should have been unpleasant, but a sweet pleasure rose from his pinched chest. His body reacted independently of his will, which was terrifying. Kwon Jiwook thrust his chest forward, trembling.

So, instead of these unwanted, sweet actions, it would be better if Park Juyeon roughly fucked his insides. That would be much better than having his chest pinched with fingers. Kwon Jiwook grabbed Park Juyeon’s hand, which was still toying with his chest. But there was no strength in his hand; it was a feeble attempt.

This enraged Kwon Jiwook.

“You, you bastard, ah… Why won’t you do it? I asked you to, didn’t I?”

“Seeing you cry is so cute, I can’t help it.”

Park Juyeon’s nonchalant words made Kwon Jiwook’s red eyes widen in anger. Tears streamed down his face, but his eyes clearly showed his fury. Park Juyeon found this amusing and laughed.

“Ahaha, oh, I see. I’m sorry. I forgot your little hole was throbbing. My bad.”

“……Ugh…….”

Kwon Jiwook couldn’t respond to the mocking words. It was no longer a matter of pride. He wanted it. As Park Juyeon said, his insides were throbbing with desire. He could feel it clearly, so he couldn’t say anything. Kwon Jiwook bit his trembling lip. Park Juyeon enjoyed his reaction for a while before finally getting up.

“……!”

Park Juyeon gently lifted Kwon Jiwook’s limp body and moved to the sofa in the living room, throwing him down. He quickly removed Kwon Jiwook’s tangled pants and underwear. Unable to resist, Kwon Jiwook lay there, scratching the sofa leather with his pleasure.