SU | Chapter 4.2

Yoo Han’s eyes rolled back. He understood now why Ji Youngwon had dismissed all previous engagements; the realization hit him solely through this forced fellatio. Before any real penetration occurred, his body was already spent. Once again, his throat was deeply invaded by Ji Youngwon’s genital. Struggling to breathe as if being choked, Yoo Han’s pupils dilated in panic.

Ji Youngwon leisurely ravaged Yoo Han’s mouth, his hips smoothly rocking back and forth, the dimples on his buttocks sharply defined.

Yoo Han dug his nails into Ji Youngwon’s thighs as if carving them, his body reaching its limit for oxygen. Ji Youngwon momentarily withdrew, allowing Yoo Han to gasp bizarrely as if catching wind in his throat, followed by a fit of coughing.

“Cough, ack. Huh, cough!”

The area around Yoo Han’s mouth was swollen and glistening. Saliva and pre-cum mixed together, creating a mess on his face. Ji Youngwon savored the sight of his own genital soaked with Yoo Han’s saliva and secretion. Once the coughing subsided, Ji Youngwon grabbed Yoo Han’s head again. Surprisingly, Yoo Han’s tear-wet eyes were filled with excitement. Ji Youngwon winced as a tingling sensation shot up his spine.

“Ha… Ha, ha…”

Yoo Han exhaled weak breaths, his scalp painfully pulled. No extreme terror came over him; rather, he couldn’t comprehend how violence was translating into pleasure in this scenario.

Ji Youngwon then shifted his foot from Yoo Han’s thigh to his swollen genital.

“Uh, no, please.”

As Ji Youngwon’s foot rested on the wet, dripping genital, Yoo Han shivered violently. Ji Youngwon pressed down without care, and a sharp pain surged through. The shame of having his genital crushed underfoot and his throat constricted nearly made Yoo Han lose his senses. Ji Youngwon’s movements became rougher.

After several harsh thrusts into Yoo Han’s mouth, his hips and lower body suddenly surged upward. Even in a semi-conscious state, Yoo Han felt as though he was floating above the ground. An orgasm suddenly overwhelmed him, causing him to shudder. His eyelids flipped, and his body convulsed as Ji Youngwon finally pulled back. He released Yoo Han’s hair, and the genital that had filled his mouth slipped out. Yoo Han gasped for air with a groan.

“Guh. Heh… Uh… Ha, ha…”

Desperately, Yoo Han clasped his hands around his neck, breathing heavily as if he might faint at any moment. His once firm kneeling position collapsed, and Yoo Han fell sideways.

Ji Youngwon crouched in front of him, legs spread, his glistening genital filling Yoo Han’s view.

“What are you crying about?”

Ji Youngwon asked indifferently. Raising his head, Yoo Han’s eyes also bore a question mark. Was I crying…? Yoo Han wiped the tears streaking his cheeks with the back of his hand. The unexpected amount of moisture that smeared off brought a sudden rush of sorrow.

Watching Yoo Han’s chin quiver, Ji Youngwon smirked maliciously.

“Crying like you were assaulted, yet you came while being stepped on.”

Incredulous, Yoo Han stared at his wet drawers. The front was soaked as if he had urinated on himself. Only after his breathing returned to normal did he feel the sticky sensation sliding down inside his underwear. With a look of shock, Ji Youngwon shrugged.

“Well. I guess I have a taste for the responsive type.”

Despite still gasping for air, Yoo Han glared at him. Ji Youngwon’s remark was particularly offensive.

Ji Youngwon wiped away the remaining tears and grabbed Yoo Han’s waist, pulling him onto the bed. Yoo Han, limp as a rag doll, was laid down properly. As tension surged anew, Yoo Han stuttered.

“Be, be gentle, please. Then I won’t cry, and… I can feel it more.”

Ji Youngwon cocked his head as if hearing a strange noise.

“I’ve never been rough?”

“…What? No, just now, you were so rough…!”

As Yoo Han raised his voice, a taste of blood rose in his throat. He winced, feeling his throat scratched. Ji Youngwon climbed on top of him, supporting himself with his arms while looking down at Yoo Han disdainfully.

“I hate whining right from the start.”

“…”

“As far as I’m concerned, I’ve only been accommodating and careful. Just a few slow movements back and forth because your mouth is small, that’s all.”

His response was devoid of any humor. Ji Youngwon wasn’t joking; he truly believed he was being considerate. Considering his severe tendencies, the fellatio, almost ceremonial before sex, was one of the gentlest he’d been.

Yoo Han, still not fully understanding the extent of Ji Youngwon’s harsh tendencies, felt an almost overwhelming urge to spit in his face. His burgeoning defiance was separate from his feelings for Ji Youngwon.

Ji Youngwon noticed the rebellious spark in Yoo Han’s eyes and felt a surge of energy in his arousal. It seemed indulging him would only foster bad habits. Ji Youngwon lifted his hand, and Yoo Han instinctively shut his eyes tightly.

“…Sigh.”

Ji Youngwon found Yoo Han’s reactions amusing. He had never actually hit him, yet Yoo Han would flinch as if he had been subjected to violence countless times. What was the point of that? Ji Youngwon sighed and gently caressed the bruised area around Yoo Han’s eyes.

“Uh.”

Yoo Han let out a reflexive moan at the tickling sensation. His long eyelashes brushed against Ji Youngwon’s thumb, causing his face to flush red instantly. Ji Youngwon’s touch was unexpectedly tender, not at all like the man who had just ruthlessly dominated Yoo Han. Suddenly, his heart began to pound foolishly—it was a delayed realization that he was in bed with the man he liked.

As Ji Youngwon delicately touched Yoo Han’s eyes, he then leaned down and buried his nose in the nape of Yoo Han’s neck. The sensation of breathing deeply against his skin made Yoo Han’s wet arousal twitch. Unable to place his hands on Ji Youngwon’s body, Yoo Han gripped the bedsheet tightly instead and clenched his lips. Ji Youngwon inhaled deeply, memorizing Yoo Han’s scent on the mucous membrane of his nose, then lifted his face again.

The clean scent of soap emanated from Yoo Han’s body, unexpectedly soft and tender to the touch compared to when Ji Youngwon had previously caressed him in pain. Ji Youngwon’s brows furrowed, unaware of Yoo Han’s recent visit to the bathhouse with his elders. A different gleam sparked in his eyes.

“You’ve really set yourself up, haven’t you, little rat?”

Yoo Han bit his lip hard at Ji Youngwon’s muttered words, not understanding their meaning. Fear started to rise again in his eyes. Before Yoo Han could adopt a defensive posture, Ji Youngwon swiftly flipped him over.

“Ha!”

Yoo Han tried to sit up reflexively, but Ji Youngwon pressed down on his thighs, pinning him down and pushing his neck down hard.

“Uh, this is too much, Director…!”

Yoo Han found it hard to breathe as his nose and mouth were pressed into the pillow. He struggled to pull the pillow away, and when he did, his face slammed directly into the mattress. He quickly turned his face to the side to gasp for air.

“Ha!”

Ji Youngwon kneaded Yoo Han’s buttocks with his free hand. Despite his lean frame, Yoo Han’s buttocks were unexpectedly plump, appetizing even. Ji Youngwon didn’t bother removing the underwear but instead slipped his hand inside. Yoo Han gasped sharply, his heart pounding wildly as Ji Youngwon’s hand slid down and grasped his compressed arousal.

“Ha.”

Yoo Han’s struggles intensified. Ji Youngwon let go of the back of his neck, allowing Yoo Han to prop himself up using the bed. Yoo Han too used the opportunity to push himself up on his hands, inadvertently assuming a position akin to being on all fours. He turned his head back. Ji Youngwon still gripped Yoo Han’s arousal inside his underwear, manipulating it in a peculiar, probing manner. The sensation of being touched and squeezed made Yoo Han curl his toes and bite his lip hard.

“Ha…”

The stimulation of being stepped on was not enough; the repeated caressing soon brought Yoo Han close to another climax. His arms shook as he supported himself on the bed. His white underwear was tugged up and down, stimulating him further as if he were being masturbated with a rough cloth. Drool dripped from Yoo Han’s mouth.

Meanwhile, Ji Youngwon had gathered enough pre-cum on his fingers, satisfied with the amount. He removed his hand from the underwear and looked at the semen pooled in his right hand. The semen, which should have been repulsive, was tempting enough to lick.

Ji Youngwon immediately used his other hand to pull the underwear to one side. Yoo Han’s buttocks and one side of his anus were starkly exposed, looking as succulent and blushing as a peach. Ji Youngwon licked his lips as he observed the enticing sight.

“Ha.”

The pulling of the underwear caused pressure on Yoo Han’s genitals, causing his arms to weaken. His upper body collapsed helplessly, and only his raised buttocks remained elevated, presenting an obscene posture as if straight out of an erotic magazine.

Ji Youngwon, ignoring his own painful arousal, continued with his task. He had no intention of gently preparing Yoo Han’s rear; he had merely collected the semen as lubrication because he disliked dryness.

Ji Youngwon spread the semen over Yoo Han’s anus with his right palm. The small opening twitched continuously and pulsed without a break. He watched the contracting hole, recalling the face of Kim Minjae whom he had met earlier that day.

“Yoo Han, that guy has no money. Such a slut… probably offered up his hole, didn’t he?”

As Yoo Han, his ears red with exertion, suddenly noticed the silence behind him, he turned his head. Ji Youngwon was intently staring at the spot he had smeared with semen, his gaze assessing. Soon after, Yoo Han’s underwear was completely pulled down to his ankles.

“Director, why are you… Ha!”

Before Yoo Han could finish his sentence, Ji Youngwon’s index and middle fingers deeply penetrated him. Yoo Han opened his mouth wide, his breath halted.

Ji Youngwon felt the contracting mucous membranes eagerly sucking his fingers inside. He felt the pulsing interior as he roughly pushed his fingers back and forth.

“Ah! Ah!”

As Ji Youngwon pressed inside, he gradually increased his speed. His hand flipped up and down, rapidly fingering the hole. Yoo Han was unaccustomed to the abrupt and rough sensation before he was fully relaxed inside, a bizarre mix of pain and pleasure. He pushed the blanket with the tips of his toes, his underwear naturally coming off his ankles.

“Ha! No, please, ah, ah!”

Ji Youngwon, intending to penetrate him directly, was intrigued by Yoo Han’s intense reactions and increased the number of fingers. The folds of the hole are tightly stretched. Soon, four fingers were vigorously thrusting inside Yoo Han, who screamed as if he couldn’t catch his breath.

“Ha! Director! Stop, that! Ha!”

“Huh…”

Ji Youngwon had no hobby of fingering someone else’s hole just for fun, but this was quite the spectacle. The cruel desire to thrust his fist and push up to his forearm surged simultaneously. While Ji Youngwon seriously considered it, Yoo Han helplessly ejaculated a watery semen, his second orgasm.

“Ha… Ugh.”