Swallow Hunting - Chapter 21.2
Lee Kang-ju’s gaze landed on Hae-jun’s penis. Even though they had already done everything, Hae-jun felt inexplicably ashamed and covered his lower body with both hands.
Lee Kang-ju clicked his tongue lightly and flipped Hae-jun over completely. Hae-jun, his strength drained, showed his back. Both sides of his exposed buttocks were mottled red and purple, looking as if they had been struck with a metal spatula.
“It seems the customers Cha Hae-jun has taken until now were satisfied with just one round.”
There had been customers like that, but most demanded more. Hae-jun had also used the physical strength he built from walking up and down hilly roads to get it up multiple times for customer satisfaction.
However, this was different. If a night with previous customers was a run where he could control his breathing, the sexual encounter with Lee Kang-ju was a life or death chase with a predator pursuing him from behind.
“So, what you mean right now is…”
Only then did Hae-jun understand Lee Kang-ju’s intention. Turning pale, he hurriedly reached his hands forward. He tried to stand up by bracing his knees against the bed, but Lee Kang-ju pinned Hae-jun down first. The penis that pressed long against his buttocks stood menacingly, as if it had never ejaculated at all.
“Aueueu…!”
Since the path had been opened once, it went in deep all at once. Hae-jun gripped the sheets and made a crying sound. He whined and twisted his waist, but it was useless.
“Because I am not satisfied yet.”
His tone was calm, but it was a terrifying declaration that he would keep thrusting until every drop of semen was drained. Hae-jun’s eyes grew wet once again. He had a premonition that it was going to be an incredibly long night.
***
‘They say it feels damn good.’
The rumor Yohan had heard turned out to be true. Hae-jun had proven that fact personally.
There were some aftereffects. Thinking his back hole wouldn’t close, Hae-jun clutched his buttocks and cried tears the size of a chick’s. Fortunately, the elastic hole obediently shut its mouth before he had to go to the hospital.
‘They say he spills it everywhere.’
It was exactly as said. Hae-jun leaked semen as if he were wetting himself. Hae-jun had clutched Lee Kang-ju’s wrist and begged for his life, saying he had ejaculated so much that nothing more could come out. He looked pitiful enough that even a penniless beggar would have shared their food, but Lee Kang-ju showed no mercy.
‘That’s why I gave you a gift. So you could build up your stamina.’
Lee Kang-ju was a man more evil than a witch.
His memory was cut off abruptly in the middle. He had fainted. Was it the third time, or the fourth? It might have been even before that.
When he opened his eyes, Hae-jun was lying alone on the bed, covered in semen. Lee Kang-ju was gone. He saw several bills on the table that looked like payment — or perhaps transportation expenses. It was a much larger amount than any of the customers he had met before had given him.
Did that mean he was satisfied?
As he put the money in his wallet and stepped off the bed, his legs gave out and he fell flat on the floor. Rubbing his sore knees, he limped toward the bathroom. He tried to squat down with difficulty, and in the blink of an eye, a lukewarm liquid trickled out of the hole.
“Ugh.”
Come to think of it, he hadn’t even used the most basic condom. I shouldn’t forget next time, he muttered, then shook his head violently.
There is no second time. Aside from the pleasure he felt for the first time, it was far too difficult an ordeal. He truly thought he was being eaten alive by a wild animal.
After thoroughly washing his body, which smelled of chestnut blossoms, he returned home. Sadly, it was a day he had to go to work. Telling himself to close his eyes for at least a few hours, he intentionally went to Yohan’s studio apartment and crawled under the covers. The lodging was close to the shop, making it easy to commute, but when the body is exhausted, one seeks a place where the mind is at ease.
He fell into a deep sleep and woke up at the sound of the door opening. Yohan, who had entered after pressing the passcode, held a helmet under his arm and a bag smelling of grease in his other hand. Hae-jun looked at him while rubbing his swollen eyes.
“You’re here…?”
“Is this your house?”
“Hey, not between us.”
When he gave a thin smile, Yohan shook his head as if he were helpless. Then he came into the house, tossed off his clothes, and changed into comfortable attire.
Hae-jun stared blankly at the scene. Even when he saw bare skin, or when the underwear was pulled down to reveal bare buttocks, he felt nothing. His thoughts were the same. If he had to put it strictly, it was an impression one might have while looking at a plucked raw chicken.
It wasn’t like this when he saw Lee Kang-ju’s naked body.
…It was excessively erotic.
His thoughts tried to go somewhere they shouldn’t. Hae-jun quickly turned his attention elsewhere.
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