Swallow Hunting - Chapter 17.1🔞
“……Hhng……!”
An electric current pierced through him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. Simultaneously, Lee Kang-ju elegantly pressed down on Hae-jun’s hand with his index and middle fingers. A white streak shot out from the tip of his cock, bent down to avoid his body.
Once, and then twice. Hae-jun’s body trembled as he closed his eyes. His parted lips also quivered, lost in the pleasure.
“Ugh……!”
Lee Kang-ju suddenly grabbed Hae-jun’s chin and pulled him closer. He brought him near and scrutinized him piece by piece. The skin flushed red, damp with lingering sensation and heat, the clouded pupils, the lips bitten and wet to the point of beading, now a cherry red, the tongue sticking out red, the cheek pressed by a finger, the eyes narrowed by the plump, raised cheek.
“…….”
Lee Kang-ju let go. Hae-jun’s legs gave way, and he staggered for a moment, but barely managed to right himself before he almost fell.
Reality dawned on him, reminding him who he had just put on a show for, holding his cock while blinded by lust. His skin, which had been faintly flushed, burned crimson. In a flustered hurry, he bent over and pulled up his underwear and pants all at once. His cock and palm were wet with semen, but he didn’t have the composure to wipe them off.
He saw the semen he had spilled on the floor. His face burned hot again.
“That was quite a show.”
A frank impression came out. Hae-jun said ‘Thank you,’ a habitual phrase, as he slipped his arms into his shirt. He kept fumbling while buttoning it. After his hand slipped several times, Lee Kang-ju fastened the bottom button of the shirt for him himself. One by one, slowly. Smoothly, all the way to the top.
“You came fast.”
“I’m not a premature ejaculator. It’s just today, well, it was a bit… a bit…”
It was true he had ejaculated much sooner than usual. He should have been grateful just for getting hard and overcoming his erectile dysfunction, let alone ejaculating, but coming fast wasn’t something to be praised for.
“That’s none of my business.”
Hae-jun closed his mouth. Lee Kang-ju patted Hae-jun’s shoulder a couple of times as if to say ‘good work,’ and stood up. Then he soon picked up a shopping bag placed beside the sofa and handed it to Hae-jun. Hae-jun glanced alternately at the shopping bag and Lee Kang-ju, his eyes questioning.
“It’s a gift.”
“A gift?”
As if it were a reward for the masturbation show. He peeked inside the shopping bag. Only the top of a box was visible, so he couldn’t tell what it was.
“This is for the taxi fare.”
Lee Kang-ju held out a thick stack of bills. When Hae-jun hesitated and just stared, he urged him to take it quickly. Hae-jun wasn’t the type to refuse money offered to him for the sake of pride.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll contact you next time.”
“Next time?”
“We’re not finished yet, are we.”
Before Hae-jun could ask anything more, Lee Kang-ju made a shooing gesture with his hand. It meant ‘get out.’ Hae-jun left the office in a daze. He was still out of it as he hailed a taxi in front of the building, waited, got in, and gave the address of his lodging.
“Next time?”
He leaned his forehead against the taxi window. And only after blankly mulling over his words did he come back to his senses.
The original reason I went to find Lee Kang-ju was to nullify his offer about selling my body.
But far from nullifying it, I ended up putting on a dazzling show of just the tip. Thud, Hae-jun banged his head against the window. The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, so he covered his face with both hands. The eyes, nose, mouth, and cheeks hidden within twisted into a grimace.
“Do you even have a fucking brain?”
He mumbled in a voice as small as a mouse’s tail. The memory of holding his cock and putting on a show in front of Lee Kang-ju came back, and his body trembled with shame. So did Lee Kang-ju’s elegant gesture of pressing his hand down to prevent the semen from splattering on his own body.
He banged his head against the window as if to hurt himself, and the driver asked worriedly if he was okay. He couldn’t even bring himself to answer.
“I don’t know what’s going on, but don’t bang it so hard. It’ll only hurt your head, sir.”
“……Sorry.”
Hae-jun slid his hands down his face as if washing it and pulled them away. Then he rubbed his teary eyes with the back of his hand.
Then, the gift he received from Lee Kang-ju suddenly came into view. It was a white paper bag. Curious about its contents, he took out the box and opened it. The driver, who had been watching what Hae-jun was doing while stopped at a light, went ‘Huh,’ and butted in.
“Isn’t that children’s vitamins? My daughter used to sing every day about wanting to eat those when she was little. They still make them, huh.”
“Huh.”
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