Swallow Hunting - Chapter 20.2🔞
It felt as if someone had set a fire inside his belly. The flesh stuffed with the pillar was burning hot. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, squeezing the dick inside him whenever he tensed his stomach, and loosening when he exhaled. It wasn’t intentional.
He would have been grateful for even a moment to adapt, but Lee Kang-ju did not show such kindness. On the contrary, he thrust his cock in, just like the day he had fucked his mouth, gripping Hae-jun’s hips. Even inserting only half was enough to make a dimple appear in the slender curve between Hae-jun’s waist and buttocks, tensing with strain.
“Hheuk……!”
Hae-jun felt like he was dying. Lightning flashed before his eyes, and every slight movement of Lee Kang-ju’s finger stirred a storm in Hae-jun’s belly.
The once plump cock wilted, and his balls sagged. His strained thighs trembled violently, and sweat beaded damply on his forehead. His face and ears were flushed red, but tears streamed down his cheeks like a waterfall, carving paths before pooling at his chin. It was a pitiful sight.
But it was a face Lee Kang-ju couldn’t see. Or rather, one he didn’t need to pay attention to. Lee Kang-ju gripped Hae-jun’s hips from behind and pushed his body forward. When the glans hit a dead end, he pressed down firmly.
Gk, a sound like someone being strangled burst from Hae-jun’s mouth. He hurriedly covered it, but moans still leaked through the tightly clasped fingers, and streams of tears crossed the back of his hand, soaking the sheets.
“Hheuk, heup, heueuk…….”
He wanted to beg with folded hands, pleading for him to go slowly, to pull out even for a moment. But whenever he opened his mouth, all that came out were panting sounds like a dog lying in the blazing summer sun, and whenever Lee Kang-ju moved, any words or pleas he had evaporated from his brain.
Hae-jun pressed his forehead against his arm and endured, gripping the sheet as if to tear it. Lee Kang-ju moved leisurely in and out, whether out of consideration or because it was too tight to move properly.
For Hae-jun, that was even more excruciating torture. The sensation of being pried open, pulled out, and thrust back in was intense. Every part was pressed, rubbed, and scraped. It hurt so much his body twisted this way and that, yet beneath it all coexisted a tiny, undeniable thread of pleasure.
Especially when the head of the cock pressed firmly against some deep spot inside, his cock tingled just like that humiliating moment in the hospital. It was a sudden, sharp stimulus, like static electricity crackling unexpectedly on a metal handle in winter, or a fluorescent light flickering on abruptly.
“Hheu…….”
When the pain was severe, even a single drop of pleasure felt like sweet rain. Hae-jun buried his head, groaning, and unconsciously reached a hand down. Then he moved it up his own thigh and grabbed his slightly swollen cock. Rubbing it slowly, the burning ache in his belly gradually subsided.
He set aside for a moment the shame and embarrassment of jerking off again in front of Lee Kang-ju. That wasn’t important right now. He had to survive first.
“Ung……. ……Ah!”
Even while shedding bead-like tears, Hae-jun didn’t stop his hand. It felt like if he stopped rubbing, the pain of his hole tearing and his insides crumbling would overwhelm him again. He shook his arm diligently, gritting his teeth. He tried to suppress the pain with one-dimensional pleasure.
“Heuk……!”
The moment he swept his thumb over his slit, Lee Kang-ju struck deep inside. That was the spot. As if it had been waiting, the cock gripped in his hand swelled up.
Lee Kang-ju seemed to notice the change in the tone of his moans. He properly gripped Hae-jun’s waist and pulled him back. As he thrust his cock into the pink, then reddened, swollen hole from a different angle, the slender back trembled. The skin of his belly also rippled, briefly revealing an unfamiliar outline.
“……Hik.”
The tears in Hae-jun’s eyes also stopped abruptly. Instead, a clear droplet beaded at the tip of his cock. Disbelieving, he lowered his head to look at his own cock. It was standing tall and healthy. Even though he had stopped the hand that was jerking it off.
“Eh……?”
It was a strange discovery. Hae-jun blinked, staring at his own proudly erect cock as if it belonged to someone else.
Why is it standing? Shouldn’t it be hanging limp because it hurts? But his own cock, whenever Lee Kang-ju shifted his body slightly, stiffly raised its head toward his navel and shed tears.
“Thi-this is strange. Wait a moment.”
“Why?”
“It shouldn’t be, ah, shouldn’t be standing……. Hheup……!”
“You keep disrupting the flow. You said you had a lot of experience. Customers must have disliked this, right?”
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