IA Chapter 1.5

Jin-han opened his eyes, feeling as though he’d dozed off for a moment. As he blinked and lifted his eyelids, a different scene greeted him than before. A ceiling with low, dim lighting came into view, and beside him, a wall of glass shimmered with the city’s nightscape. The faint sound of running water reached his ears before it stopped.  

Gasp.  

Had he been kidnapped? Startled, Jin-han bolted upright, only to realize he was stark naked, save for a shower robe draped over him. Panicking, he glanced around and saw he was lying on a bed in an absurdly spacious hotel room. Cold sweat trickled down his spine as he wondered what on earth had happened.  

Just as his panic was about to peak, the bathroom door next to the bedroom slid open. A tall man emerged, drying his hair with a towel as he slowly approached Jin-han. In the dim light, his face wasn’t fully visible, and Jin-han involuntarily started hiccupping from shock. Hiccuping loudly, he tried to leap out of bed, but the man spoke.  

“I told you to lie still, didn’t I?”  

Oh. It was Jeong-yul’s voice.  

Relief washed over Jin-han instantly, and he stopped trying to flee. A wave of reassurance calmed him, and he lay back down on the bed. But then, something felt off. Jeong-yul’s tone just now had been… unusually commanding, more so than before. Wait—what was this situation, anyway?  

Jeong-yul strode over with measured steps, placing the towel on a table before approaching the bed. Though the bed was massive—big enough for three grown men to roll around in—it suddenly felt small as Jeong-yul drew near. He stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at Jin-han intently. His pale face, illuminated by the soft lighting, exuded a cool, almost seductive aura. His piercing gaze, sweeping over Jin-han’s entire body, stirred an odd sensation in him.  

Jin-han’s stomach churned, and a sinking feeling tugged at his lower back. His mouth went dry, his heart pounded strangely, and an involuntary tension gripped his lower body.  

“I told you before—I’m not the gentle type. Do exactly as I say without arguing. If it’s too much to handle, just call me ‘Hyung.’”  

The first command was given to Jin-han, who nodded through his hiccups. Jeong-yul lowered his long lashes as he gave the order.

“Untie your robe and spread your legs. Wide enough for me to see your hole clearly.”  

Whoa.

Jin-han, who’d lived a life far removed from anything remotely lewd, felt a wild mix of shame and exhilaration at those words. The humiliation was so intense that his entire body flushed red in an instant. His skin burned, and his face felt like it might explode. As he fumbled, unable to respond, Jeong-yul quietly repeated the command.  

“Legs.”  

His deep, low voice reverberated clearly through the room. Jin-han, conditioned by years of strict military-style hierarchy and rigorous training, reacted instinctively. His body moved before his mind could catch up—a reflex honed from a lifetime of obeying teachers, coaches, and seniors. Despite thinking he might die of embarrassment, he spread his legs. With trembling hands, he untied the robe, all while wondering when he should ask what was happening. He vaguely recalled drinking earlier, but everything after that was a blank. It seemed they were about to have sex, but… was this the kind of sex they were having?  

As Jin-han obediently complied, Jeong-yul stepped closer and grabbed both of his ankles. His large hands easily encircled them, yanking with force, and Jin-han’s body slid down the bed. A startled gasp escaped him. His heart hammered from nerves, and cold sweat beaded across his skin. His lower abdomen tightened, and a reaction stirred below.  

‘Damn. I’m getting hard…!’

Jin-han trembled with embarrassment. Getting an erection without even being touched? Even when he’d watched porn, it took several strokes to get going—yet here he was, inexplicably aroused in a situation like this, something he’d never imagined.  

Noticing Jin-han’s flustered shaking, Jeong-yul paused briefly. But then, without a word, he released Jin-han’s legs, picked up a condom from the bed, and tore open the packet. The faint rustle of friction-filled the air as he slipped it onto his middle and index fingers. Jin-han, dazed and wondering what he planned to do with that, froze.  

Then Jeong-yul did something shocking.  

“…!”  

His condom-covered fingers moved toward—no, between—Jin-han’s wide-open legs. They brushed against the hole below his perineum, beneath his scrotum. The slightly cold, rubbery texture grazed the wrinkled skin, and Jin-han jolted in alarm, clamping both hands over his mouth. His wide eyes darted anxiously.  

‘Wait. What’s going on? Wasn’t I supposed to be the one penetrating?’

He’d vaguely assumed he’d be the one doing the entering, but now he realized there’d been a massive misunderstanding. With zero experience and little confidence, yet eager to top, he squirmed, twitching his hips to avoid the fingers. His efforts were futile. Jeong-yul suddenly gripped Jin-han’s erection firmly.  

“Stay still.”  

“Ah, hngh, gasp…!”  

The rough, ungentle squeeze made Jin-han hunch forward, sucking in a sharp breath. Pain surged, and tears welled in his eyes.  

“J-Jeong-yul-ssi, hngh, it hurts… too much…!”  

Clenching and unclenching his thighs, Jin-han finally voiced his pain. But truthfully, it wasn’t unbearable. Years of sports had toughened him—getting hit in all sorts of places was routine. He’d even had seniors who’d strike there just to mess with the juniors.  

Panting and trembling, Jin-han locked eyes with Jeong-yul. The realization that those jet-black eyes were taking in his fully exposed self made him momentarily forget the pain, reigniting that strange excitement from earlier. For the first time in his life, being seen like this by someone else sent his mind reeling, and the thrill outweighed the discomfort.  

“You say it hurts…”  

Jeong-yul’s gaze deepened, shifting from its earlier indifference. A languid smile crept onto his previously expressionless face as he tightened his grip on Jin-han’s shaft. The erection, softened momentarily by the pain, hardened again under his touch, rubbing against Jeong-yul’s hand.  

“…yet your dick’s standing just fine.”  

At those words, a shiver ran down Jin-han’s spine. The word “dick”—so raw, crude, and overwhelmingly stimulating—left him reeling. Flustered, he let out a small hic and unconsciously lifted his hips slightly.  

As Jeong-yul said, despite the pain, Jin-han was undeniably aroused. He didn’t even like pain, yet every time Jeong-yul’s dark eyes raked over him, goosebumps prickled his skin. Already bare, he felt stripped even further.  

Lifting his hips with his legs spread left him utterly exposed to Jeong-yul. From the moment his erection stiffened, Jeong-yul’s eyes had narrowed into a sly smile, fixed on Jin-han, who reacted so readily to his vulgar words and actions.  

Under that probing, skin-caressing gaze, a clear, slick bead formed at the tip of Jin-han’s shaft. The sensation of something leaking made his lower back ache.  

“T-That’s…”  

Jin-han, who’d never felt such intense arousal, grew suddenly afraid. His past relationships had always been vague, limited to kissing at most. This overwhelming sensation was too much.  

Something felt wrong. His mind kept blanking out, his voice grew hoarse, and his lower body seemed to act on its own. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was leaking down there.  

As Jin-han stammered, unable to argue, Jeong-yul moved again. Gripping the rigid shaft tightly, he drew a low groan from Jin-han—ugh—as his hips twisted. But beneath the pained sounds, Jeong-yul didn’t miss the faint tremor of excitement. Getting off from being spanked might be common enough, but staying hard while having your dick squeezed like this? That was rare.  

As Jin-han floundered, at a loss for what to do, Jeong-yul’s fingers slid back between his hips. The condom-covered digits brushed against the pink, untouched folds that had never known another’s touch. When his index finger pressed firmly against the tightly shut entrance, showing no sign of yielding, Jin-han flinched violently, jerking his hips upward in a panic.  

“W-Wait, there, Jeong-yul-ssi…!”  

Ignoring his feeble plea, Jeong-yul applied more pressure. The tip of his index finger barely pried open the stubbornly clenched hole. Feeling the intense resistance, Jeong-yul chided him.  

“You were so confident, yet your hole’s so tight it can’t even take a single finger.”  

Each word Jeong-yul spat sent a rush of blood to Jin-han’s groin, making him shudder. His body, utterly unaccustomed to sexual stimulation, was helplessly swept away by every move Jeong-yul made. The tip of his shaft, which had been leaking clear fluid, was now drenched in precum, glistening wetly. He felt like he was losing his mind.  

“Ah, hngh, Jeong-yul-ssi, it, it hurts…!”  

Truthfully, the finger probing inside didn’t hurt so much as it felt strange. The foreign sensation was unsettling, and the stretching of his muscles made his stomach churn. But when he whined about the pain, exaggerating a little, Jeong-yul—seemingly seeing right through him—pushed his finger deeper with a knowing look.  

“You didn’t even loosen yourself up beforehand. How naughty.”  

With that, Jeong-yul stirred Jin-han’s insides with his finger. Perhaps because his hands were so large and long, the digit reached deep, prodding the inner walls. As it pressed here and there, searching for something, Jin-han’s eyes rolled back halfway.  

“Inside, ugh, it’s weird… it feels too weird…”  

At that, Jeong-yul eased the grip he’d kept on Jin-han’s shaft. His large hand, which had effortlessly held the hefty length that could steal anyone’s attention, now rubbed it lazily up and down. Even this half-hearted stroking sent waves of sensation through Jin-han, making him tilt his head back.  

Despite the pain, he’d been absurdly aroused all along, and now, with just a few casual strokes from Jeong-yul, he felt on the brink of climax. His lips parted, ragged breaths spilling out, when Jeong-yul’s finger pressed against something inside—a soft, swollen spot near his groin. The moment that protruding ridge was touched, Jin-han convulsed.  

“Ah, hah, ngh, ugh…!”  

A high-pitched whimper he’d never made before escaped him. Unaware he’d even produced such a sound, he trembled violently, his hips jerking as an abrupt orgasm hit. His thick thighs tensed, veins bulging in his neck.  

Cum spurted onto Jeong-yul’s idly stroking fingers, dripping in thick drops. Having held it in for so long, the sheer volume was impressive. A sharp, musky scent filled the air as Jin-han, for the first time in his life, came from someone else’s hand.  

He’d never experienced a climax this intense. His vision flashed white, his body buzzed with electric jolts. The aftershocks left him hypersensitive, and as he twitched, unsure what to do, Jeong-yul stared down at him intently.  

Through half-blurred eyes, Jin-han met Jeong-yul’s gaze, then caught sight of something massive peeking from beneath the loosely tied shower robe between Jeong-yul’s legs. His eyes widened at the sheer, absurd size of the flesh—an organ he’d never seen the likes of in his life.  

‘…What the hell is that?’  

For a moment, he wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him, blinking rapidly. Then Jeong-yul let out a low, husky haa, the sound dripping with lewd menace.  

“You’ve got a lot to learn. Coming without my permission?”  

The finger that had been stirring inside slipped out, only for two fingers—middle and index—to press back in. They scissored apart the narrow passage, stretching it open, and Jin-han’s thighs began to quake. If it had just felt strange before, now a faint heat bloomed from the intrusion, terrifying him. Panicked, he half-sat up and reached out, grabbing Jeong-yul’s wrist.  

“Jeong-yul-ssi, wait, something feels… off here.”  

Jeong-yul raised an eyebrow. A dry smile lingered on his lips like an afterimage—kind yet subtly domineering, as if testing how far Jin-han’s insolence would go. Seeing that expression, Jin-han hesitated, wondering if he should even ask. It felt like speaking up might get him scolded.  

“Tell me.”  

His voice was gentle, but the tone was a command. Like a soldier trained to obey, Jin-han, almost entranced, voiced the question that had been gnawing at him.  

“I, uh, I… wasn’t I supposed to be the one penetrating?”