Swallow Hunting - Chapter 19.2🔞
“Um…… Thank you. For the vitamins last time. It’s something I really wanted to try, how did you know? They were delicious.”
Hae-jun started with a greeting. He wanted to break this stiff atmosphere. He clumsily began speaking and bowed his head. Lee Kang-ju looked down at Hae-jun.
He had an indifferent face for someone who had summoned him. Just looking at his expression, it seemed like they should be taking out business documents rather than undressing and clinging to each other. His neck involuntarily shrank back. Intimidating people seemed to be Lee Kang-ju’s innate aura.
“Have you gained a little weight?”
“Weight?”
Maybe he prefers thin people. Maybe due to the vitamins, his appetite had returned even amidst his deep worries, and he had eaten more than usual. Worried he might have become a pig in the meantime, he quickly glanced down at his wrist. There wasn’t much change.
“No. I don’t think I’ve gained.”
“Let me see.”
Lee Kang-ju’s hand grabbed Hae-jun’s waist. Whether Hae-jun gasped in surprise or not, he meticulously felt and kneaded it. After touching his sides and stomach, he very slightly furrowed his brow. It was a change you wouldn’t notice without careful observation.
“You should gain some weight.”
“Do you prefer them heavier?”
“That would be better for you, Cha Hae-jun. You need strength to endure.”
Didn’t a witch from some fairy tale fatten children up to eat them? He had never walked a trail of cookies, but it felt like he had suddenly become a child kidnapped by a witch who had to get fat. The man before him was incredibly handsome for a witch, and his physique and build were different from the old man’s, but the part about wanting to eat Hae-jun was the same.
As if further conversation was bothersome, Lee Kang-ju pushed Hae-jun down onto the bed. The soft bed didn’t hurt at all when he fell. Only the shadow covering his entire body was frightening. The gaze looking down at him, and the hand as big as a pot lid pressing down on his chest so he couldn’t escape.
“Mr. Lee, may I ask just one question?”
“One then.”
It was a generous permission, implying he wouldn’t accept more. Hae-jun propped himself up on his elbows.
Being used to always looking down from above, being in the position of looking up felt unfamiliar and scary. He intentionally smiled to hide it. Just like he did with other customers, he gave a smile with his eyes and lifted the corners of his lips. It was a smile that eight out of ten found cute and fussed over. Seen differently, it was servile.
“Didn’t you say you don’t have a hobby of fucking men in the mouth?”
Although the one who said that had enthusiastically fucked his mouth. He was curious why Lee Kang-ju, who seemed completely uninterested in men, would want to fuck him of all people.
Ah, Lee Kang-ju rolled his eyes for a moment. It wasn’t a look of thinking. It meant the answer was bothersome. Still, he dutifully opened his mouth.
“Life is boring. I wanted to try something new.”
‘So I’m just a pastime.’
Come to think of it, had there ever been a customer who wasn’t like that? Determined to show a professional side as a mere rag, Hae-jun began unbuttoning his own shirt. But he couldn’t stop his fingers from trembling faintly.
He had prepared himself. He had even been penetrated before. So he had convinced himself he could do it, but the moment Lee Kang-ju’s hand touched his body, it crumbled like a sandcastle. The moment the hot hand grabbed his buttock, the thought “I’m fucked” flashed through his head, and simultaneously his lower abdomen ached and his cock sprang up erect.
Even though only his butt was grabbed, to be in this state—he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about his past of going to the hospital for erectile dysfunction.
He didn’t take off his shirt. Because Lee Kang-ju stopped Hae-jun’s hand from unbuttoning it. Maybe he preferred doing it with clothes on. There were often such customers. Those who liked to be fucked with only their zipper open while wearing a suit, so-called customers who enjoyed rough play.
Lee Kang-ju might be that type. Judging by how he fucked his mouth until the corners of his lips were torn—though it was highly likely he did that to punish him—it seemed quite plausible.
He didn’t kiss him. There was no foreplay. Lee Kang-ju turned Hae-jun over on the bed and lifted his hips. He tapped the plump, smooth buttocks, the only part with any flesh on his thin body, with his enormous cock. It was the moment he tried to press the blunt head against the tightly closed hole.
“Wai, wait a moment!”
Hae-jun urgently turned his body and stopped Lee Kang-ju. His face had turned pale. At least the old man who pushed in the rod had used lubricant, but Lee Kang-ju was trying to shove that huge dick in without any preparation. It was no different from attempted murder. His heart pounded violently.
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