Swallow Hunting - Chapter 38.2🔞
Hae-jun’s penis surged with strength before spurting out semen in fits. He gathered and spread his thighs, curling and uncurling his toes as if squeezing them, enduring the pleasure. The sensation of ejaculating without even having a hand touch his penis was accompanied by a tingling numbness, as if his scrotum had been dipped in boiling water and then pulled out.
“From now on, I’m going to hit you once every time you make a sound. Since you said you want to stay quiet, I should gladly help you out.”
As a warning, Lee Kang-ju slapped Hae-jun’s buttocks with a loud crack. When Hae-jun looked back, pale with shock, the man gave a wide smirk. He was uncharacteristically mischievous and full of playfulness.
“I, I already came… How am I supposed to endu—hu-ugh…!”
“That is for you to figure out, Mr. Cha Hae-jun. Work hard, and do your best.”
Responding irresponsibly, Lee Kang-ju crushed Hae-jun down onto the bed. He pinned his wrists down and surged in as if he had been taking it easy until now. He hammered into him as roughly and fiercely as he pleased, causing Hae-jun’s buttocks to flush a dark red, as if he had been struck with a wooden paddle.
Strangled sounds kept bursting out, but when Hae-jun bit his lips, Lee Kang-ju dug into his mouth with his fingers, and when he buried his face in the pillow, the man grabbed his hair and pulled him back. He was helpless against the sounds escaping him.
“I told you to hold it in.”
The man was interfering in every possible way, so Hae-jun had no idea how he was actually supposed to hold it in. He was so frustrated that tears came to his eyes.
Hae-jun glared at Lee Kang-ju while thick tears fell. Even so, with his eyes soaked, his protest amounted to nothing at all. He was simply taught a lesson by the man’s cock. Because the man thrust deep and rubbed only against his peak, Hae-jun trembled violently and bowed his head low. This time, his chin was grabbed and lifted.
“Aah, ah, ah, ah…!”
Having already experienced one climax, his body was sensitive beyond measure. Every time the shaft crushed his inner flesh and entered, his lower abdomen quivered and his penis stood back up. The semen he had spat out earlier was a mess over his navel and stomach.
The mass of flesh that was mangling his inner walls swelled to its limit. It pressed firmly upward as if trying to push its head through the wall beyond. The man retreated briefly as if to catch his breath, then their bodies pressed together until his coarse pubic hair rubbed against the space between Hae-jun’s wide spread legs.
Hae-jun gripped the pillowcase as if he were going to tear it and tilted his head back as far as he could. The moment a short groan reached his ear, his inner flesh became soaking wet. His whole body shivered at the lukewarm temperature. Shaking as if discharging urine he had held back for a long time, Hae-jun also leaked a tiny amount of semen.
“Haah, haah…”
When Hae-jun went limp like a corpse, Lee Kang-ju covered him. Though the heavy weight pressed down on his chest and made it difficult to catch his breath, he did not want to lose the sense of stability that weight provided, nor the body heat that felt like a softly glowing ember.
Hae-jun curled his body and pulled Lee Kang-ju’s arm, which was lying beside him, into his embrace. Whether it was an unconscious act, Lee Kang-ju buried the tip of his nose in Hae-jun’s head and rubbed his lips against it. His heart grew rowdy at that small friction.
When Lee Kang-ju turned over to lie on his side, Hae-jun felt empty, as if something that was originally part of his own body had been torn away. The air behind his back felt cold. Hae-jun pulled the blanket and covered Lee Kang-ju instead of himself.
“The neighbor will probably complain, what should I do.”
His worries only surfaced after the deed was done. Lee Kang-ju stood up and brought a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He took a sip and handed it to Hae-jun. Since his throat felt scratchy, Hae-jun accepted it gratefully.
“If he says anything, call me.”
“You’re busy, I shouldn’t bother you.”
“That is what a landlord is for.”
“I’d be grateful then, but… for now, I’ll do what I can on my own.”
Lee Kang-ju gave a thin smile, telling him to do as he pleased. Seeing that face, Hae-jun’s resolve to handle it himself only grew firmer. He couldn’t risk chipping away at the affection he had worked so hard to build by being a nuisance.
While Lee Kang-ju was washing up, Hae-jun lay sprawled out until he spotted something on the floor and stood up awkwardly. Due to the rough shaking, the sponges Hae-jun had installed had fallen down.
It seemed as though every single noise had been transmitted perfectly. Swallowing hard, Hae-jun stared at the wall.
***
The weather had turned significantly colder. Autumn was passing by before anyone noticed it had even arrived. Amidst the cold winter wind and the still warm sunlight, people’s outfits were all over the place. Some wore short sleeves, some wore thin padded jackets, and some walked around wrapped in scarves.
That “some person” was Yohan. Whether he had caught a cold or simply hated the cold, Yohan came out with a colorful scarf wrapped all the way up to his nose. Upon seeing Hae-jun, he raised a hand and greeted him with a “Yo.”
“Do you have a cold?”
“No. It’s just cold.”
“In this weather?”
To Hae-jun, the temperature felt a bit warm. Short sleeves and a thin windbreaker were more than enough.
“It gets cold once the sun goes down. Let’s go. I’m hungry.”
“What are we eating?”
“Pork belly, grilled tripe, pork rinds. Pick one.”
“Pork belly, obviously.”
Hae-jun chose without a second thought. Yohan mentioned there was a place run by an older guy he knew and pulled Hae-jun along through the alleys.
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