Swallow Hunting - Chapter 29.2
Lee Kang-ju lowered his eyes while bringing the cup to his lips. He seemed to be scanning Hae-jun’s lower body. Hae-jun gathered his thighs modestly. The gaze felt as light as a feather. The insides of his crotch felt itchy. It was a sensation as if thick, hot fingertips were tracing up his legs and hovering near his groin.
“Let’s have a look. See if it’s really worth bragging about.”
“Pardon?”
“You said a lot of people were fond of it. Take your clothes off.”
When a customer in a private room told him to show some skin, he would strip down readily without ever asking back. It was a mystery why a sense of shame he had never nurtured before was welling up in front of Lee Kang-ju, especially since he was someone who had taken off his pants, lowered his underwear, and even sucked the cock of the man before him.
Hae-jun hesitated, grabbing the waistband of his pants before moving his hands to his shirt. Closing his eyes tight, he flipped the hem upward, and the cold air hit his bare skin.
He rubbed his goosebump-covered arms and gripped his pants. Since they were elastic-waisted, it was as simple as sliding them down. He grabbed the pants along with his underwear and slowly pulled them down. He hesitated for a moment just before revealing the base of his cock, but he knew dragging it out would only be to his disadvantage. He moved his hands quickly.
Once he pushed aside the underwear and pants caught at his ankles, he was completely naked. Just as he had sat with his thighs together earlier, he folded his hands in front of him. Lee Kang-ju extended his index and middle fingers and flicked them against the back of Hae-jun’s hand. Hae-jun winced and moved his hands away at the stinging pain.
Since only a single floor lamp was on, a soft light illuminated the room. Shadows were cast over Hae-jun’s body. A shadow fell beside the bridge of his straight nose, a pool of shade like a small spring formed beneath his plump lips, and his nipples were bright where they caught the light while dark underneath.
Lee Kang-ju sat at an angle, leaning his elbow on the table. He watched Hae-jun, who stood there with clenched fists, as if appreciating a painting. Soon, his gaze began to move. From the fair forehead to the bridge of the nose, down to the lowered eyes, the cheeks exposed by a flush, the tightly bitten lips, the nape of the neck, and further down.
His gaze stopped at the chest.
It was a flat chest with no flesh to speak of, even if one were to try and grab it. It was moderately firm but not full, so there was no visual “taste” to it. Nonetheless, his eyes were drawn to it. To the skin that was the color of fresh milk, and especially to the pink nipples embedded there like pomegranate seeds.
The nipples were a pale azalea color, just like his cock. It would be normal for protrusions used so much to be rotted and worn like a rag, yet in terms of color alone, they looked like flower buds that had never been touched.
Cha Hae-jun had a body that was strangely erotic for a man. His blemish-free skin was like that of an immature boy, yet his Adam’s apple, firm shoulders, and long limbs were closer to those of an adult. He seemed to linger somewhere in the middle.
Lee Kang-ju could vaguely guess why the customers had been so fond of him. There was a type of person who preferred elegant curves over bulging muscles.
Feeling mischievous, Lee Kang-ju flicked Hae-jun’s nipple. Hae-jun flinched and took a step back. With a beckoning flick of a finger, he returned to his spot.
“Have you never heard that your chest is pretty?”
He had heard that his cock was pretty countless times, but he had never heard a compliment about his nipples. No one had ever paid them any attention until now. Even Hae-jun himself had never looked closely at his own chest or nipples.
“No, nothing like that…”
He looked down, but to his eyes, they looked no different from those on anyone else’s body. Lee Kang-ju’s hand suddenly entered his field of vision. With his thick, rough fingertip, he pressed firmly on Hae-jun’s nipple and then let go. The soft kernel sank inward before popping back out. Hae-jun bit his lower lip, letting out a small “eut.”
“It’s the same color as your cock.”
He had buried his face in a customer’s breast to bite, suck, and lick, but his own had never been touched. His shoulders shrank back like a mimosa plant. It was different from the direct act of grabbing and shaking his cock. It was ticklish and hot. When his nipple was crushed between Lee Kang-ju’s thumb and index finger like juicy fruit pulp, his toes curled with strength.
He held his breath and suppressed any sound. Wondering if the situation would improve if he couldn’t see, he closed his eyelids. But far from improving, his senses only grew sharper. It was his nipples being touched, yet the area near his navel felt hot and his insides twitched. His flat stomach pulled inward, and as strength was applied, vertical lines became visible. He twisted his legs, but eventually, his cock lifted its head defiantly of its own accord.
“It’s your calling.”
Lee Kang-ju took his hand away. The nipple, which had been a pale petal color, was now ripe and crimson. Its small size had also swollen as if soaked in water. It looked as if milk might come out if it were squeezed any further.
“You get hard no matter where you’re touched.”
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