Swallow Hunting - Chapter 11.1
Even if he screamed under the blanket, the sound still leaks out. Hae-jun clamped a hand over his mouth and thrashed around like a loach hit with salt. No matter how much he struggled and kicked at empty air, what he had gone through did not get erased from his memory. If anything, it became clearer. The smell, the texture, the chunk of flesh like an arowana swimming through his mouth and throat.
As the absurd thought took shape that the thick-bodied arowana was nothing more than a symbol of a cock, his memory pushed one step further, all the way to how his own body had reacted.
“……”
Gasping for air, Hae-jun poked his face out from under the blanket. His forehead, cheeks, and chin were mottled red and dark. He bit down hard on his lower lip, then slammed the back of his head into the innocent pillow again and again.
It was similar to last time. Lee Kang-ju had shown no such thing as consideration. He had grabbed a fistful of Hae-jun’s hair, scolding him for being able to do only this, chattering about how it was still lacking, while ramming the head deep into his throat.
He could not breathe, felt like he would throw up, saliva streamed down under his chin, and in the end even tears and snot poured out, soaking his cheeks and philtrum. If there had been a witness, they would have testified that it was a scene of someone being killed, never a sexy situation.
Unfortunately, aside from the two humans present, the only living creature there had been a single fish swimming around in a tank. The desk staff never came, nor did the big men in black suits who had gone to take care of someone.
“……”
Hae-jun lifted the blanket and looked down. Just recalling that time made the front of his pants bulge. It had been even worse in front of Lee Kang-ju.
He had told himself he would not get hard this time, that he had not even taken his medication today so he would stay calm, as he put Lee Kang-ju’s cock in his mouth. And yet, unbelievably, the expensive pills from the urology clinic were not needed. Every time the cock blocked his throat and his eyes threatened to roll back, his own dick swelled full and leaked spurts of fluid.
Even when Lee Kang-ju finally came on Hae-jun’s tongue, when he covered Hae-jun’s mouth with his palm and ordered him to swallow, a cool, relieving pleasure ran through him like finally releasing a bladder he had been holding forever, making his toes twitch. After gulping down the thick semen, the front of his pants was pathetically soaked.
He sucked and came again. He got hard while sucking, and he came while swallowing semen. This was not something for a urologist. It was something that belonged in psychiatry.
There was no god. Even if there were, that god clearly hated him. Since his mother died when he was five, his life had been nothing but trials, and now, as if that were not enough, it piled on every kind of hardship imaginable.
Sniffling, Hae-jun slipped his hand inside his elastic-waist pants. It was the hand that had held Lee Kang-ju’s cock. The blue veins and tendons standing out, like late summer produce swollen full of water and flesh.
“……Fuck.”
Even when he looked at a woman’s alluring naked body, his lower half stayed quiet, but the moment he recalled that day’s torture, it sprang up eagerly. When he shook it briskly, the shaft that had been white like chalk flushed pink, a blush settling over the head.
“Hah, ah, ngh……”
He fondled his smooth, hairless balls too, and when he used a finger ring to brush over the cap of the glans sticking out, his hips lifted up. He kept shaking it, then threw his head back. When he hurriedly covered the tip with his hand, semen splattered into his palm.
It was noticeably less than what Lee Kang-ju had produced. If that had been a deep valley stream, what Hae-jun released was a puddle that would dry up once the sun came out.
His erectile dysfunction was cured. Still, Hae-jun could not simply be happy about it. The experience that had made his cock work again was not exactly something proper.
What should he do?
How was he supposed to live from now on?
As he wiped away the semen with tissue and wrestled with the self-loathing that kept surging up, there came a loud banging on the door. The boss and the others had keys and would come in on their own, and religious solicitors or peddlers always knocked cautiously, so it was neither of those.
No way.
He shook his head and held his breath, telling himself it could not be. There was no way they would come all the way here. He had even written down a different address on purpose, so how could they.
When Hae-jun pretended not to be home, someone outside started cursing loudly and kicking the door. Soon, Hae-jun’s phone rang by his bedside. Of all times, the sound was on. He fumbled to press the button, but the loud ringtone had already leaked out the window. Heavy footsteps, a pitch-black shadow flickered beyond the glass.
He slammed his fist against the window with a thud.
“Hey, you fucking bastard, I know you’re in there. You’re not opening the door?”
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