SYNO Chapter 24

He had thought it from the moment he tried to insert himself. That it was so ridiculously big that sex would be impossible. That if he put it in, he would die from pain rather than pleasure.

But he was wrong.

Pleasure and pain came crashing in simultaneously. He felt like his insides would be ripped apart if it went any deeper, yet he craved more, wanting to feel even greater stimulation.

Ssangryeong gasped, his reddish lips parted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was being moved, lifted and lowered, but he couldn’t tell when the positions changed, or when his hands were untied.

As he adjusted to the rhythm, his eyes, slightly unfocused, landed on Pienne, who was frowning, his own eyes half-lidded.

“Damn it…”

The veins in Pienne’s neck stood out. Seeing the Commander so disheveled for the first time, pre-cum dripped from Ssangryeong’s cock.

Then, Pienne stopped thrusting and lifted Ssangryeong’s body. Thud! The slightly withdrawn cock slammed back inside, stimulating him deeply.

“Ahhh, hngh…”

Ssangryeong, needing support as he sat on top of Pienne, wrapped his arms around Pienne’s neck. He wanted to endure somehow, but it was simply too much.

A sweet scent, the opposite of the Dependent Nation, emanated from Pienne’s skin. Ssangryeong buried his face against Pienne’s skin, gritting his teeth.

Thud, thud! 

The thrusts gradually increased in speed. He wanted to suppress his moans, but as the sensitive spot on his prostate was relentlessly stimulated, lewd sounds kept escaping his lips.

“Haa, ugh, ah…!”

Pienne quickly identified Ssangryeong’s sensitive spots. He targeted the areas where Ssangryeong trembled with each thrust, where he tightened his embrace, where he moaned the loudest. He gripped Ssangryeong’s bony back, his slender waist, and his soft buttocks, which quivered with each movement.

As he pressed against him, Ssangryeong moaned uncontrollably. Hearing Ssangryeong cry out like this gave Pienne a strange sense of forbidden pleasure.

He’d always lived his life by the rules.

The act of fucking Ssangryeong felt like committing his first crime, giving him immense pleasure.

“Haa…”

Was this why crimes never ceased?

Pienne frowned as he lifted Ssangryeong and laid him down on the bed.

He didn’t give him a moment to rest and continued to fuck him. Thud, thud! Ssangryeong’s body was tossed around by the forceful thrusts.

“Hngh, aah! You fucker… haagh!”

Ssangryeong, his face flushed red, tried to push him away, but Pienne, far from being pushed back, tied Ssangryeong’s hands together.

As punishment for his defiance, he pulled his cock out almost completely, then slammed it back in to the root.

“Haagh, please…!”

Pienne pulled Ssangryeong back down as he desperately tried to escape. Ssangryeong’s jet-black hair scattered across the white sheets.

The sight of his flushed, aroused face made Pienne’s cock throb. He’d noticed it during the examination, but Ssangryeong had a way of arousing him just by merely existing.

With Ssangryeong’s hands tied, Pienne lowered his head and began sucking on his nipples, and at the same time, he softened his rough thrusts.

“Ah, fuck…”

A wave of pleasure, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, washed over Ssangryeong, and he felt like he might die from the intensity.

He rubbed his head against the bedsheets and chewed on his lower lip.

Pienne’s soft tongue gently licked his nipples, then nipped at them with his teeth when he least expected it.

“Hngh…”

Every time he was about to lose his mind, Pienne’s cock would thrust deep inside him, hitting just the right spot. Ssangryeong cried out as the deep pressure stimulated him.

“Ssangryeong, will you cooperate now?”

Ssangryeong glared at Pienne’s sweet words. It was amazing that he still had the composure to say such things while enjoying the sex himself.

“Fuck… off… haagh!”

When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, Pienne resumed his rough thrusts. Ssangryeong squeezed his eyes shut against the the relentless pounding.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ssangryeong managed to free his tied right hand. He grabbed his cock and started stroking himself frantically.

Slap, slap! 

The wet sounds echoed in the room as his pre-cum, which had already been leaking, dripped down. Ssangryeong closed his eyes and focused all his attention on his lower body.

Just as the combined stimulation of his prostate and his cock was about to send him over the edge,

Pienne stopped thrusting and grabbed his hand, preventing him from touching himself.

Ssangryeong, being interrupted on the verge of orgasm, looked at Pienne with a desperate, almost murderous glare. Pienne smirked.

“Who gave you permission?”

His low voice was laced with amusement. Then, he grabbed Ssangryeong’s cock with his large hand and started stroking him.

“Haagh!”

Like a conductor leading an orchestra, Pienne controlled Ssangryeong’s pleasure. He slowed down when he was about to climax, and he blocked his urethra when he was about to cum.

Ssangryeong felt like he was losing his mind as he was repeatedly brought to the edge and then denied release. His vision blurred, colors shifting and swirling. His senses were numb with pleasure.

“You son of a bitch, really…! Hngh!”

He didn’t care about anything anymore; he just wanted to be relentlessly fucked by that massive cock. Ssangryeong wrapped his arms around Pienne’s neck and moved his hips.

His desperate movements, begging for more, made Pienne frown.

He was already at his limit, and with Ssangryeong’s wanton writhing, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Haa…”

The man lifted his sweat-slicked body and, as if forgetting how he had been teasing him just moments ago, he began thrusting into him with renewed force, his temples throbbing.

Thud, thud!

He continued his forceful thrusts, hard enough to make the sturdy bed creak, the force of his thrusts threatening to break them both.

“Aah…! Are you trying to… hngh…kill me?!”

He could barely speak properly from the relentless pounding.

Ssangryeong, feeling the heat rising to his head, stared at the Commander with slightly unfocused eyes.

The man’s blue eyes were so dark they almost looked black. His lust-filled gaze raked over Ssangryeong’s body.

A wave of unexpected shame suddenly washed over Ssangryeong as he panted.

The man had seen it all. His desperate, utterly wrecked state, overwhelmed and defeated by pleasure.

Thud, thud! 

Under the man’s rough thrusts and intense gaze, Ssangryeong finally came.

Pienne, still thrusting into him, his hand pressing on Ssangryeong’s stomach, frowned.

“Shit…”

Then, the man tilted his head back, his beautiful throat bobbing.

He came inside Ssangryeong, but didn’t pull out. Pienne thrust again, filling him with his hot cum, and Ssangryeong moaned.

“You crazy… bastard…”

Despite having been filled with cum, Pienne’s massive cock showed no signs of softening.

The man reached for the water bottle on the nightstand and poured water into Ssangryeong’s mouth, who was lying there as if he had fainted.

Ssangryeong, gasping for air, drank greedily. Just as he thought the sexual torture was finally over and was about to lose consciousness,

Pienne started moving his hips again. Ssangryeong’s eyes widened.

“F-Fuck… Are you even…haagh…human?!”

Pienne’s cock, still hard, pushed deep inside Ssangryeong. The man smiled slyly.

“I haven’t… received your answer yet.”

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The hand signing documents in the office paused. Pienne slowly raised his blue eyes.

‘It’s hard to concentrate.’

The image of Ssangryeong writhing and crying out beneath him kept flashing through his mind. He set down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

The game had ended in his victory.

After several rounds of intense sex, Ssangryeong had finally surrendered.

The moment he heard the words, “I’ll cooperate, you fucking bastard…,” Pienne released him.

Ssangryeong collapsed, almost lifeless. Having secured his cooperation, Pienne had intended to let him rest comfortably in the bedroom until he recovered, but he quickly changed his mind.

“You beast… I can’t rest in your bedroom.”

It was because of Ssangryeong’s strong demand to rest in the solitary cell.

There was no reason to stop a criminal who wanted to be confined in solitary confinement, so Pienne immediately sent Ssangryeong back to his cell.

However, the image of Ssangryeong’s limp form being dragged away by the officials, his hand on his hip, lingered in his mind, distracting him.

It was clearly interfering with his work.

Pienne, lost in thought with his arms crossed, stood up.

He couldn’t keep postponing his work because of Ssangryeong. He needed to move him to a more comfortable place so he could focus on his work without being distracted.

He’d been a bit rough on him.

Just as he grabbed his jacket and opened the door to his office,

“C-Commander!”

Vice Commander Fredrick, who had run from the hallway, burst into his office, panting.

Pienne slowly raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?”

“Brigadier… haa… Brigadier General Lucas says he’s… returning to the Home Nation!”

Pienne’s expression hardened at the urgent news.