KTS Ch 6

The front of the Deck 16 elevator was quiet.

Everything was peaceful, from the large mirror installed facing the elevator, to the table and classic landline telephone placed before it, and even the ivory-colored ranunculus in a glass vase.

Ding-dong, the sound rang out and a square space, barely a few square meters, was revealed. Woojung, slung over Sa Gongjun’s shoulder and covered with a blanket, was huddled in a corner of the elevator.

“Ah….”

Sa Gongjun’s fingers, which were supporting his bottom, kept slipping into the wrong place. A clumsy touch rubbed against the tightly closed entrance. Woojung’s legs, which had been flinching at that impatient touch, dangled in the air.

Woojung wrapped his left arm around the broad shoulders and lowered his right hand. He had wanted to grab Sa Gongjun’s arm to straighten it, but it did not go as he wished.

He desperately gripped Sa Gongjun’s shoulder with a palm damp with cold sweat. It wouldn’t matter if he fell and rolled on the floor. Woojung tried to pull his hips back but stopped as he hit the back of his head and his back against the elevator wall. If only he could, he wanted to dig into the wall and run away inside it.

Sa Gongjun snatched Woojung’s cheek, which would be on the other side of the blanket.

Woojung’s dry lips parted. He breathed so hard through his roundly opened mouth that the blanket fluttered. What was most difficult to endure was the fact that the pheromones Sa Gongjun was releasing were growing endlessly stronger.

“Hah, heok….”

Trapped inside the blanket and unable to breathe in freely, his head felt dizzy. Still, Woojung only took in short breaths. If he were to accidentally release his own pheromones… it was a terrible possibility he did not even want to think about.

While he swayed, intoxicated by the scent, Woojung was carried over to room 1601 where Sa Gongjun was staying.

As soon as the soft bedding touched his back, the blanket that had been covering his vision vanished in an instant. A hand filled with strength caressed Woojung’s body. Woojung planted his bottom on the bed and crawled backward on his elbows.

Sa Gongjun, standing outside the bed, pulled Woojung’s ankle. Woojung, who had knocked the back of his head on the mattress, was dragged straight down.

“Executive Director… nim….”

He had felt relieved, up until the moment he opened the conference room door and came out. But not now. The person pushing Woojung down onto his back was the same person who had saved him from that hellish place just a moment ago. That same person was now trying to drag him down to a different floor.

What had he expected? Sa Gongjun was a man for whom common sense did not apply. He just liked to do as he pleased, and simply enjoyed it when the other person was swayed and staggered by it.

“Executive Director, just a moment….”

Sa Gongjun knelt beside Woojung’s waist and mounted his body. The weight, too much to be called merely heavy, made Woojung feel suffocated. He climbed up, his gaze fixed on Woojung’s chest, tracing his waist and side.

Startled, Woojung struggled.

“Stay still. While I’m asking nicely.”

A large hand covered the reddish marks. The slowly moving palm meticulously felt both of Woojung’s breasts and carefully examined every part, all the way down to the thin lower abdomen exposed defenselessly below his ribs.

The palm covering his lower abdomen moved as if gauging something. Sa Gongjun freely enjoyed the temperature and texture of Woojung’s body, which was heaving with ragged breaths, before abruptly grabbing Woojung’s neck.

“Eut….”

Through his dimming vision, he could see the other hand moving away. Looking down at the sight, Sa Gongjun smiled and said.

“Thank you, Director?”

It was something he had said only under duress. Words that held no meaning whatsoever. Woojung shook his head violently. Each time Woojung moved, Sa Gongjun pressed down firmly with the hand holding his neck. The same went for the thighs squeezing his torso.

“Eu-eup… keok.”

“I told you to stay still.”

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s flailing arm and tucked it under his own leg. Woojung, who could only lift his head to look, had a face that had turned white. The expression of Sa Gongjun, who was sitting on top of his waist, was colder than ever before. Downstairs, he had certainly felt a sense of stability from his weight, but now, he became unspeakably afraid.

“How should I fix this habit of yours, of spilling it everywhere while saying no.”

Sa Gongjun, sitting on top of Woojung, tore off his shirt and threw it aside. The sound of the clothes falling to the floor below the bed jolted him to his senses. As soon as Woojung’s shoulder twisted to one side, both his breasts were seized.

“I want to tear them off….”

Sa Gongjun lunged at him with the force to cover the clumsy, reddish marks with new ones. At the touch that gripped his areolas so tightly that blood couldn’t circulate, Woojung screamed while rubbing the back of his head on the bed.

“Ah, ah!”

Woojung’s face flushed red. As he bit his lip and kept his head buried to one side, the hand pressing his cheek felt like it would burn him.

“Be a good boy. And don’t scream.”

His shoulder, shrunken to one side, trembled minutely. Sa Gongjun’s hand brushed past Woojung’s round shoulder and wrapped around his neckline. His body, engulfed in fear, grew increasingly stiff.

“Heu, heu-eup… euk.”

“Don’t cry. Why are you crying when we’re about to do something nice.”

The voice was a whisper, as if gentle. However, he knew well that the heavy, low tone held the meaning not to displease him. Woojung quietly nodded his head.

The harsh touch had, at some point, moved up to his eyes. The thumb wiping below his eye felt like it would poke his eye out at any moment. Woojung unknowingly pulled his head back. Sa Gongjun, taking in the sight, had his finger trace the smooth jawline and pass by.

“Say, ah.”

It was a sound he knew well, having heard it several times before.

“…Ah….”

Woojung opened his mouth. A finger with thick knuckles pressed down hard on his soft tongue. He moved his finger just like when he would thrust his cock into Woojung’s mouth. He pressed the tongue, scraped the roof of his mouth, and poked his uvula.

“Eut….”

Saliva trickled from Woojung’s mouth. Sa Gongjun wiped his mouth with his thumb before sliding his middle and index fingers under his tongue.

Wretch, a wave of nausea came over him and he closed his eyes. At that moment, Sa Gongjun placed his other hand on Woojung’s chest. Then he patted it.

Why would a person who had been acting so selfishly suddenly do this, Woojung followed him with anxious eyes.

With his other hand, Sa Gongjun stroked Woojung’s breasts one by one. After examining the right one once, and then the left one again, he covered the left breast and let out a deep breath.

Could he be trying to check the wounds? Woojung thought as he gulped down the saliva pooling in his mouth.

“…What a mess.”

The red marks brought over from the conference room covered both of Woojung’s breasts. He wanted to put them in his mouth and suck on them right away, but right now, he did not like the marks someone else had left behind.

Sa Gongjun tightly gripped the nipple that had hidden itself away, taking after its owner. Holding the areola between his thumb and index finger, he repeatedly squeezed and released it strongly, as if to wring out what was inside. Looking at the lump of flesh that was pulled out, Sa Gongjun grabbed a wider area and shook it. He intended to erase the already existing marks by leaving new ones on top.

“Ha, ha-eut…!”

Woojung rounded his shoulders. His breasts, which had been grabbed several times, stung as if on fire. He kicked the bed with both feet, then pushed the sheet hard with his heels. As soon as he made a gesture of trying to escape from Sa Gongjun, the hand on his chest turned harsh.

“Push your chest out.”

“Heu-eu… euk.”

He could not see anything. Everything around him felt distant, and only a stinging sensation filled him. What if he shakes it until the skin peels off. His body prickled as if he had fallen into a red hellfire.

“A-euk….”

He told me not to cry…. His wide-open eyes, staring at the ceiling, turned bright red.

While that was happening, Sa Gongjun stirred the inside of Woojung’s mouth and lowered his upper body. He gathered the flat left breast and bit down, baring his teeth. Every time glistening saliva was smeared on, Woojung would powerlessly collapse again and again.

On the white, soft skin, bright red bruises and teeth marks were left behind like a painting. Sa Gongjun, who had been sucking the flesh and biting it with his teeth, lowered his eyes and whispered softly.

“Fix that habit of yours of getting hard just by looking at anyone.”

“Oo-eu, eu-eup.”

I never did that. If not for the finger rummaging inside his mouth, he would have definitely tried to say it.

“You got hard here and offered it up, didn’t you.”

“Eu-eu!”

Sa Gongjun’s lips brushed by as they moved to the right side. The white arm trapped between his legs shook urgently. His breathing grew rapid, his hands and feet turned cold, and his shoulders rose up and stiffened. The pain he had once experienced was drawn like a picture in his mind. Woojung shook his head and flung off the finger that was scratching inside his mouth. Saliva trickled wetly down his chin and neck, but he had no time to care.

“Heu, euk…. Ah, I really never did that.”

Sa Gongjun’s head tilted.

“Well now, it would have been better to hold onto at least one hand properly.”

Sa Gongjun twisted with such force that the tip of his thick finger turned white, that the once plump skin turned thin. This is what it means to crush something, it was a force that seemed determined to properly teach him that meaning.

Woojung’s head bent backward.

“Don’t, do iit….”

The words he was spitting out, too difficult to even scream, were cut short. His vision blurred. Woojung threw his head back completely and only scraped the top of the bed with the soles of his feet. He tried to pull his body out from under Sa Gongjun, but he did not budge at all. It felt like being pinned under a hard, heavy stone.

“I tell you to stay still, but you don’t listen.”

“Heu, heu-eu… euk.”

“Ah, is it because you like it? Because I’m touching you, you don’t know what to do with yourself?”

Woojung shook his head frantically.

“Mr. Cheon Woojung. Right here.”

He grabbed Woojung’s breasts with both hands. He shook them without mercy until the nipples, which had been softly tucked inside, protruded and became fully aroused and red.

“They say if you touch them often, milk comes out too.”

“…Ah, ah….”

“Shall we give it a try too?”

A mischievous finger persistently tormented one spot.

Stop, that won’t happen, so stop, please stop.

Did he say it, or did he only think it in his mind. His mind was a jumbled mess.

“Shall we try it, hmm?”

Sa Gongjun, who had been watching Woojung writhe in pain, began to release his pheromones.

“No… ah, eut….”

“No?”

A chilling sensation was felt, traveling from his ankles up his thighs. With the feeling of being forcibly separated from the world and thrown into a distant place, he pressed his palms against Sa Gongjun’s thighs.

He felt a strange sensation, an itch in a place he could not touch. Was it his arm, or his leg, no, it felt like his back, or maybe it felt like his stomach. He tossed and moved his body several times, but it did not get any better.

Then, suddenly, the soles of his feet started to itch. Woojung rubbed his feet on the bed sheet. He thought it would feel relieving, but instead, it only felt frustrating, as if he had scratched the wrong spot.

His body was strange. Suddenly, he became terribly scared. All the things he had thought would be nothing once they passed, from a corner of his mind, turned sharp and began to stab Woojung.

“Executive Director, Executive Director….”

“Yes, me neither.”

“Heok, heok….”

“It’s not going to end quickly, so breathe.”

Tears flowed from the corners of Woojung’s eyes. After soaking his temples and entering his ears, even sounds became hard to hear. Woojung desperately sought the person on top of his body.

“…Executive… Director… nim….”

Woojung’s waist bucked. He repeatedly lifted and dropped his hips to escape, but it was impossible to get away from Sa Gongjun.

“Do you like pain?”

“Ah!”

Sa Gongjun dug his nails in and pressed down on Woojung’s chest. His hips, which had settled down, shot up again and his lips trembled. Woojung gripped Sa Gongjun’s thigh firmly with his fingertips.

“I asked you a question.”

Woojung shook his head. Sa Gongjun tilted his head while releasing enough pheromones to fill and overflow the room.

“Hmm, why does it seem like you like it.”

Woojung bit the inside of his mouth. He could never say it was because of your pheromones.

“Well, does it matter.”

Sa Gongjun wrapped one hand around Woojung’s neck and pressed him down onto the bed. Then, with his thoroughly wet hand, he reached back and fumbled between Woojung’s legs.

“Raise your knees and spread them.”

“…Euk….”

“Mr. Cheon Woojung, can’t you even understand the words ‘spread your legs’?”

Sa Gongjun shouted sharply, patting between his thighs with his palm and the back of his hand.

“You were bucking your hips, so I’m offering to fuck you, so why won’t you listen.”

His vision was dim. It was difficult for Woojung to even guess what he was trying to do. However, he only had the thought that to avoid more hardship, he had to do as he was told. His bent knees, which moved little by little, trembled.

Sa Gongjun fumbled between his legs with a dry touch. Raising his middle finger and rubbing it between the buttocks, he poked one spot.

“Heu, euk….”

Woojung turned his body to the side and clutched the blanket. His waist, pinned under Sa Gongjun, still could not move at all. Lying on his back and looking at the ceiling, his eyes met Sa Gongjun’s, who was looking down at him with an indifferent expression.

“Have you ever taken a cock in your ass?”

Sa Gongjun raised his middle finger and tapped on the tightly clenched spot, moving delicately along the roundly curved line. Every time he made a motion of tracing Woojung’s underside with his hand, Woojung’s inner walls spasmed minutely.

“Relax your ass.”

Invading the tightly closed hole happened in the blink of an eye. One knuckle of a finger entered, then slowly withdrew. From that small insertion, his breathing became ragged.

“Haa, heup.”

His mouth opened wide. From the shock of the finger rummaging below, Woojung’s body became completely tense. As he trembled in that state, a low laugh came from above his head.

“Does that mean you have, or you haven’t.”

Sa Gongjun bent his finger and rubbed the inside. The warm, dense inner walls wrapped flawlessly around one of Sa Gongjun’s knuckles. Uneven breaths also flowed from him as he slowly closed and opened his eyes.

“Here. I asked if anyone has fucked you.”

“No one, there’s no….”

Woojung shook his head. The back hole, which was barely holding one finger knuckle, tightened completely. Woojung’s arms, legs, and shoulders did the same.

Even feeling that, Sa Gongjun poked the inside nonchalantly. Pushing the inner walls outward with his finger, he came in, and in. Then, to shake off the inner walls that were sticking to him and wouldn’t let go, he messily stirred the inside.

“Fucking tight.”

Saying that, he pressed his chest against the pale skin. His body, which had been shaking from the unfamiliar pleasure, was burning hot. Sa Gongjun trapped Woojung within his two arms and slowly bucked his upper body. A strange light glinted in the eyes that looked down at the white body covered in red marks.

“Then what about here?”

Sa Gongjun stuck out his long tongue and put Woojung’s ear in his mouth and rolled it around. The hot, mushy tongue traveled along the shell of his ear and jabbed deep into the hole.

“Heu, eu-euk.”

His body jolted in an odd direction. As Woojung kicked his feet and tried to flip his body over, Sa Gongjun tilted his head and pressed his lips close to his ear. While biting his earlobe with his teeth, he simultaneously stirred his underside with his finger. It was as if he was trying to swallow both the top and the bottom. His shoulders curled further forward.

Short, cut-off moans burst ceaselessly from Woojung’s mouth.

“Heu-eu, ah….”

Woojung slowly blinked his eyes.

Within grasp, yet not quite. The scent of Sa Gongjun, which he had smelled before, lingered around him. Woojung extended his arms and pulled Sa Gongjun’s body into an embrace. From the hard shoulders his arms touched, from the face buried in his nape. Every part that faced him felt tingly. Even the hair tickling his face and nape was dizzying.

He was so dizzy he could not remember how he used to breathe. As he managed to let out a breath, Sa Gongjun pushed his tongue deep inside again. He continued to suck until Woojung’s ear was soaked in saliva and steeped in his scent.

Every time the wet flesh swept up the shell of his ear, the hole that was biting his finger tightened. It twitched. The finger, which had become as hot as Woojung, slipped mischievously.

“Spread them. Spread them so you can take my cock.”

It was his first experience of mixing bodies with another person. Taking a cock in his mouth and having it placed deep in his throat, and opening his rear, were all first-time experiences for Woojung. Woojung was struggling to keep up with the speed of his partner who was holding and shaking him as he pleased.

“Every time I touch you, the way you clench your rear is just….”

Another finger went in. The fingers that were pressing firmly on the entrance spread wide, drawing a V-shape. Suddenly, from the pain of his body being forcibly opened, the corners of Woojung’s eyes grew damp. He held Woojung’s neck down and tore into his body with force.

His moisture-laden breaths grew increasingly ragged.

“…Executive… Director, heuk, eu-eu….”

The scent rushed in like a waterfall through the spread-open hole. At the sensation of something soft tickling his inner walls, the tips of his toes curled up tightly.

He was trembling several times more than the day he was a child and was surprised after eating chocolate for the first time. Woojung opened his mouth wide and inhaled. Even when he greedily took in a full breath, it was not enough. It was as if his heaving from pain just a moment ago had been a lie.

His unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling. I wish he would scratch it a little more, with a finger, or something else… his mind melted like honey.

“Eu… eung.”

Sa Gongjun continued to rummage through the inner walls. After spreading the entrance wide and moving his fingers as if scissoring, he pulled out without warning and rubbed his perineum. The hole, which had never been opened before, clenched even tighter than before once the finger was gone.

“That’s right. You have to clench like you’re about to burst for it to be worth piercing.”

Suddenly, the finger entered again. The finger that had pushed through the tight hole spread the inner walls and let go, and a thicker scent rushed in. His vision was dim.

Sa Gongjun shoved his middle finger into the hole, and with his palm flat against his buttock, he rubbed strongly. Every time the finger touched and scraped his rear, his lower abdomen felt ticklish.

Woojung bit his lower lip deeply. He had to do so because his rear was pulsing against his will. When he hid the emotions seeping into his face, his body, ridiculously, trembled.

Sa Gongjun’s head tilted to one side as he looked down at Woojung.

“How can one make such an expression unless one is a well-worn prostitute.”

“…Haa, haa…”

“You’re about to die from pleasure, Mr. Cheon Woojung.”

The finger that had entered deeply, crushing his buttock, touched something.

“…Mm?”

Sa Gongjun, who had inserted his finger and was turning it this way and that, continued to rummage through the inner walls. He spread the entrance, pierced through the interior, and scraped at the spot deep inside with his fingertip.

He felt a spot that was raised like a bulge. Once, twice. A slow and deliberate touch repeatedly rubbed the area that had been buried deep. There was something that Cheon Woojung, who was said to be a beta, should not have.

Sa Gongjun quickly read the fear in Woojung’s eyes. Slipping an arm under Woojung’s shoulder and pulling him down, he rummaged his underside with a blatant and obscene touch.

“A-euk!”

Woojung arched his back and cried out. As he grabbed Sa Gongjun’s waist with both hands, the movement suddenly stopped.

Their gazes tangled in midair. It was a gaze that could be felt clearly even in the dark space with the blackout curtains. The shoulders heaving with excitement, the chest swollen to its fullest, were warning Woojung.

“…Ah….”

“Mr. Cheon Woojung, you’re an interesting person.”

As he said that, his finger was still rubbing strongly between Woojung’s legs. Woojung looked up at him with an anxious gaze.

“When having sex with a beta, it would be good to try following the beta method.”

Sa Gongjun said, looking down at Woojung. His atmosphere, which had been selfish but had a hint of playfulness so it wasn’t that scary, changed distinctly.

Didn’t he realize?

Woojung swept his chest in relief.

Sa Gongjun spread Woojung’s thighs and knelt between them. He grabbed the round buttocks that were raised behind and stretched them to either side. After freely gripping and kneading them until red handprints were left, he abruptly slapped one buttock.

“Ah!”

“Lie on your stomach.”

Woojung lay prone on the bed. The scent that had made him pleasantly heated just moments before began to fade. The pleasure that had been burning as if it would not be extinguished subsided in an instant like an unattainable dream.

“……”

“There’s no need to look like that. What you feel, Mr. Cheon Woojung, will remain the same.”

He grabbed his buttocks with one hand to find the hole hidden between the round mounds. A slick fluid had flowed out from between the roundly raised buttocks. Licking his lower lip with his tongue, he dug his nails in and crushed the deep part of Woojung’s body.

“Heu-ah, ak!”

Goosebumps rose all over, regardless of his arms or legs. It felt like being doused with warm water that was warming his body, then suddenly being thrown into ice water. His nipples, tensed to the extreme, shriveled up, and the back hole that had been biting Sa Gongjun’s finger also stiffened.

“Eu-eup, euk…. It hurts, it hurts.”

“The person who was rolling his eyes back in pleasure just a moment ago is suddenly in pain?”

It was hard to even get the words out because of his irregularly heaving chest.

“Isn’t it all a lie that this is your first time with your back hole.”

Pinning the flustered Woojung underneath, he grabbed his erect cock in his hand. Thwack, thwack, the length of the cock striking between his buttocks, even by a rough estimate, easily surpassed Woojung’s waist. Be that as it may. Sa Gongjun supported the part below the glans and aligned it with the small hole. Then he pushed the roundly swollen glans in with force. He pierced through.

“Ah, ha-eu, euk….”

The inner walls, which had tightly wrapped around even a single finger, bit down hard on the cock. Sa Gongjun pressed down on Woojung’s hips, which were shooting up, with both hands, and pried open the tightly closed inner walls.

Thud, with a sound, the penis was buried about halfway. After that, even when he put his strength into his hips and thrusted, it would not go in any further. Sa Gongjun’s penis was a size that was nearly impossible for Woojung, who was opening his rear for the first time, to receive.

“Heu, heu-eu….”

Woojung gripped the blanket with both hands and buried his forehead in the bed.

“Executive Director, heu-eo….”

“It should be a worn-out hole, so why won’t it open.”

“Eu, ah!”

Sa Gongjun tensed his thighs. At that movement, trying to thrust his cock in, Woojung was pushed forward. A merciless hand snatched Woojung’s waist. And then he thrusted roughly again.

Thump, thump, thump. Woojung was pierced from behind until he hit his head on the bed’s headboard. Whether he opened his eyes or closed them, he could not see what was in front. As his body would not move as he willed, a feeling of terror arose.

“Ah, ah!”

“Why, did someone order you to go get my seed?”

“Ha-eu, eup.”

“How much did they say they’d give you?”

“…It’s not like that. I’ve never done that.”

“Aren’t you someone who’ll do anything for money, Mr. Cheon Woojung.”

“I’ve never done that… really….”

When he could not manage to thrust it in even with force, Sa Gongjun pulled his cock out in one go. The hole he had forcibly rubbed had been bright red and swollen for a long time.

“Eu, euk.”

“It’s too tight, it won’t go in. Spread it with your hands.”

As Woojung was curling up his body, a hand came from behind, lifted his buttocks high, and withdrew.

Sa Gongjun slapped both buttocks alternately with his hands. Then he dug his nails in and scratched the tightly closed hole. Woojung hurriedly placed his hands on his buttocks and spread them to both sides.

“Spread it wider.”

Woojung spread his buttocks with enough force that his fingertips turned white.

Sa Gongjun fixed his gaze on Woojung’s slender back and waist. He meticulously took in everything with his eyes, from the shoulder blades and spine stiff with tension, to the erector spinae muscles that were deeply indented around it, and even the cold sweat that moistened the area.

Ptui, with that sound, saliva stuck to the hole.

“Shut your mouth and just spread your legs. I’m going to tear you apart so you can’t walk back.”

He could not be any quieter, or spread his underside any wider, than he was now. Sa Gongjun, who was pushing his way in, acted as if he would not consider Woojung’s situation in the slightest.

The area around his eyes, which had been wavering, became damp,

“Heu, a-ak!”

The penis, thrusting down from above as if on a seesaw, finally went in more than halfway. The thick waist, unlike its appearance, entered and exited with flexibility. Sa Gongjun slid his palm under Woojung’s thin chest, which kept getting pushed up, and pulled him in without a gap.

“Ah, ha-eu… it hurts, it hurts.”

Woojung’s buttocks and lower abdomen trembled as if in a spasm. It felt as if the pillar of flesh that had pierced his underside had struck all the way to his heart.

Woojung rubbed his cheek on the bed and chased the traces of the faded scent. It was nowhere to be found. Only a sensation as if thunder had been trapped in its place remained.

He reached out his hand. Grabbing the arm that crossed in front of his chest, he begged in a trembling voice. He could not come to his senses to know what he was saying, or what he had said.

“Heu-eu, just a little, please.”

Sa Gongjun’s eyes shot up.

“Just a little….”

“…You, fucking….”

Because he was forcing his way in, the scent was leaking out of Woojung’s body as he tried to reduce the pain. He moved his hips in a circle and bit Woojung’s nape.

“Like before, just a little….”

Burying his face between Woojung’s shoulder blades, he inhaled as if his lungs would burst.

“What should I give you.”

“The scent… the thing you were giving me, Executive Director….”

“What you agreed to receive from me by spreading your legs, Mr. Cheon Woojung, is ‘money,’ not something else.”

Sa Gongjun pushed his hips in without any consideration and pressed down on the inside.

“You said you were a beta. What’s the point of receiving something you can’t feel anyway.”

“Ha… eu, heu-ak.”

Woojung buried his face in the bed and screamed, then his limbs trembled violently.

“…Why is everything so fucking tight.”

Sa Gongjun, planting his arm next to Woojung’s shoulder, looked down at their point of connection. No matter how much he ground his round buttocks against his groin, it seemed absolutely impossible to get it all in in his current state. He changed his position and mounted Woojung’s thighs.

“If I give you an overflowing amount, are you confident you can take it well?”

He said, neurotically pushing back his hair that was falling forward.

“Do it properly. Until I’m satisfied. If you cry and wail that you’re going to die because your bottom is tearing, I’ll really kill you.”

Sa Gongjun released his pheromones, not for Woojung, but for himself. It felt like this feeling would only be relieved if he thoroughly fucked this trivial body that had aroused him for the first time in a long time.

“Haa, ha-eut….”

An unbearably strong scent poured out from behind Woojung. It was a moment where he could neither breathe in nor out. As he was curling his body and trembling, a pleasure forcibly created on top of the pain was drawn over. Every time he blinked, the blanket became soaked. And from his underside, something burst out as well.

Sa Gongjun did not miss the moment. Spreading his hands, he crushed Woojung’s shoulder blades and pushed his hips deep inside. It was a merciless insertion where the tip of the glans went out, then struck all the way to where the inner walls bent, in one go.

“Eut, heup!”

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s hair. The white body bathed in the light here, the moans pooling on the bed, the scent rising from below, and even the beads of sweat that had formed densely on Woojung’s back, everything was satisfying.

“Hoo….”

At the softness that completely enveloped him from the glans to the root of his cock, he let out a pleased breath. Fast when going in, slow when going out. The lump of flesh that filled the narrow hole moved in and out of Woojung’s underside without rest.

“Eu, eut!”

A pleasure so intense it was difficult to control his body swept over Woojung, traveling along his lower abdomen and back. Woojung lifted his hips from below and followed his movements. It was the best answer Woojung could show to his words to do it properly.

Woojung’s eyes, looking at a distant place, were hazily unfocused. His insides were churning so much he could not bear it.

It was when Woojung powerlessly closed his eyes.

The penis that had been rummaging through his body pulled out, and his body was flipped over. Sa Gongjun’s finger stroked Woojung’s wet face.

“Open your eyes. If you faint, I’ll take it back again.”

“…Heu….”

Sa Gongjun placed his hand next to Woojung’s shoulder and covered his body. It was as if a fire had spread to his lower abdomen. When Woojung placed a hand on his stomach, unbelievably, he could feel a stirring beneath his palm. It feels like my stomach will be pierced. As he folded both arms to cover his stomach, Sa Gongjun snatched Woojung’s wrists.

“My stomach, it feels like my stomach will burst.”

Woojung bent his knees and pressed them tightly against Sa Gongjun’s side. Woojung’s minutely trembling instep touched Sa Gongjun’s firmly tensed buttock.

“Gently….”

“Do you fuck gently, Mr. Cheon Woojung?”

“Heu-eut!”

“I, do it, until your bottom is about to fall out.”

Every time his insides were pierced, Woojung shook his head. The corners of his eyes, wet with moisture, stung, and his chest, which had been torn by him, was sore.

Sa Gongjun pushed his hips in deep and appreciated the sight of the thin stomach skin rising in a bulge and then sinking. That movement continued until the space between Woojung’s buttocks was flushed red.

“Heu, eu-euk.”

A pleasure that was difficult for Woojung to handle passed through him. When he threw his head back and trembled helplessly, he felt an itchy sensation as if his nerves had broken. All he could do was blink his eyes. As Woojung was briefly closing his eyes, Sa Gongjun began to thrust as he pleased.

“Ah, ha-euk! Ah! Ah!”

In front of Sa Gongjun’s accelerating movements, with his limbs restrained, Woojung had to accept him striking the place where his intestines bent. It was still painful when the lump of flesh spread his inner walls and entered, but when it clawed at all sides and exited, his back would itch and his buttocks would shamelessly go limp.

“You take it so well, so why are you feigning pain.”

“Heu-eu, ak!”

Woojung urgently tried to grab his hand to stop him, but it was a step too late.

Sa Gongjun held both of Woojung’s hands with one hand, and with the other, he pressed down on his neck.

“Heu-euk….”

His vision spun. He felt as if the floor was rising up, then at some point, he sank into an infinitely deep place. The hand choking his neck grew heavier. Sa Gongjun, aligning the glans soaked in pre-cum with the entrance, attempted to insert it. As he flinched at the terrifying feeling of his neck being choked again, Sa Gongjun released his hand at an exquisite moment.

A cool energy from head to toe encroached upon Woojung’s body. It was cold, chilly, and above all, frightening. A thin moan, as if it would break, dotted the spacious room.

“Heu-ah….”

The sound of splish, splash was heard, and at the moment his mind went blank, clear fluid trickled down from the tip of his penis.

“Ah, ah… ah, Executive Director, stop… stop.”

Woojung twisted his body, thrusting his chest into the air. Sa Gongjun quickly changed his position. In a kneeling position, he hugged Woojung’s thighs and moved his hips in small motions. The space between Woojung’s legs grew wet. Sa Gongjun spread his hands and pressed his palm firmly on his stomach. He pressed and pressed the flat stomach until the movement of his penis was clearly revealed beneath his palm.

“Heu-ah-ah, my stomach…. Executive Director… heu-eo-eo.”

“Is it so good you’re pissing yourself?”

“A-eu, eu….”

“Tell me.”

“It’s good… goo….”

“You say you’re dying from pleasure, yet where do you get off telling me to stop.”

“Ah, ah-ah….”

“Getting so excited your rear is soaking wet. Huh?”

Sa Gongjun reached out and grabbed Woojung’s pale penis. The thing that had been lying limply had, at some point, raised its head and was shaking above his lower abdomen. Sa Gongjun wrapped his hand around Woojung’s penis and pumped it up and down. Every time he moved, the veins wrapped around his forearm bulged.

The glans was pushed out to the entrance, then it hit the deepest part. Woojung’s body trembled violently. With his legs draped over Sa Gongjun’s arm, he came while having his inner walls pierced by him and his front given up to him.

“Heu, eu-eut!”

It felt as if he would be sucked in somewhere and disappear. At the pleasure that wrapped around his entire body, both his thoughts and movements all stopped.

The sound of splish, splosh continued. The transparent fluid that flowed from Woojung trickled into their point of connection, creating an obscene sound. Even without seeing it with his eyes, it was vivid enough to picture with what intensity, and at what speed, he was stirring.

“When I touch you here, you just roll your eyes back and clench. Hoo, this fucking hole….”

The pulsing inner walls contracted and relaxed. At that movement, which was like a spasm, Sa Gongjun let out a breath with a low rumble in his throat. Bending his waist, he covered and pressed down on Woojung’s body with his chest. He pressed his forehead against Woojung’s shoulder and chewed on his chest.

“I like it more than I thought.”

Sa Gongjun, pulling his hips back, kept their upper bodies together and moved only his lower body quickly. Woojung spread his legs wide and opened his eyes wide. It was very overwhelming and difficult to take it consecutively with a body that had just come. Shh, at the words to be quiet, Woojung bumped his forehead on Sa Gongjun’s shoulder and let out a pained sound.

Woojung grabbed Sa Gongjun’s shoulder. The pillar of flesh he was holding inside his stomach pulsed hotly.

“Exec, utive Director… nim….”

He could feel the pillar, which he had already thought was about to burst, swelling up anew. The feeling of it hitting his melted insides was distinct. Woojung trembled convulsively.

Sa Gongjun moved without a care. He entangled Woojung’s arms and legs and moved his hips to grind against the deep parts. He traced his memory. The part that had caught on his fingertip like a bulge. Then he aligned his glans to it.

The glans, which had been knocking, thump, thump, opened the vaginal opening and pushed its head in. As Woojung screamed and pushed him away, Sa Gongjun’s eyes flashed and he subdued Woojung’s limbs.

“Ha-euk….”

The greatly swollen penis blocked the hole. Sa Gongjun’s mind began to be filled only with the thought of wanting to rummage through those soft insides and spray his semen.

“It hurts… it hurtts….”

The inner walls swelled to their limit. Sa Gongjun’s penis swelled larger and larger, and Woojung’s stomach bulged out. It was a merciless knotting, as if to say that all their relations until now had been child’s play.

Saliva that could not be contained flowed from his parted lips. Woojung opened his eyes wide and clung to the person penetrating him. He pleaded with the person who said unspeakable things to him, who laid a hand on him, who treated him carelessly.

Sa Gongjun, his eyes flipped back, moved as he pleased. Swollen with a knot, he charged at him, intending to thrust. When Woojung tried to run away, he snatched his waist with a violent touch. The slender waist, which could be more than sufficiently held in two hands, was filled with new bruises.

Jjeup, jju-eup, with that sound, the greatly swollen glans pulled out.

“Ha-euk!”

He could not breathe, neither through his mouth nor his nose. Around the time Woojung’s face turned white, this time the penis pushed and entered the inner walls. Woojung, tensed to the extreme, clenched his rear shut. It was no use. Sa Gongjun pierced his rear with force and pounded on the vaginal opening.

“Heuk, eu, ah-ah….”

Woojung pressed his hands in front of his chest. Thinking that maybe if he just rubbed his hands together pleadingly, he would stop. That maybe he would say his appetite for it was gone and tell him to get out of the way, thinking such things.

“I was wrong…. Just once… oo-heu, euk.”

“If you cooperate, it will end quickly. It’s up to you, Mr. Cheon Woojung.”

“Heok, heok… save me, please save me, Executive Director.”

Sa Gongjun drove Woojung, who was swaying powerlessly saying his bottom stung, into a corner. Hearing the scream-like moan, he grabbed his waist and lifted it. He grabbed the pelvis that wouldn’t move at all from below and moved it back and forth.

“Anymore… can’t… heup.”

He poured semen into the hole. The first time was short, and after that, he came several times longer, his hips trembling. The ceaselessly splattered viscous fluid left a long mark inside Woojung’s stomach.

“No, think carefully. Whether you really can’t do it anymore.”

“Heuk, eu-eu, ah!”

Woojung cried out with unintelligible sounds and crawled on the floor.

Sa Gongjun’s pheromones poured out toward Woojung. His pupils dilated and the strength left his resisting body.

The greatly swollen penis pressed down on the tightly closed folds and entered. After it forced its head in, the inner walls sucked in the menacing lump of flesh as if swallowing it down.

Woojung was held by Sa Gongjun until he had soaked the entire mattress and was completely exhausted.

In the evening, as the sun was setting, Sa Gongjun, raising his sweat-soaked body, grabbed his phone.

“Cheon Woojung, exclude him from duty.”

Is it a dream, or is it reality.

Woojung faced the approaching Sa Gongjun. In the sharp, clear eyes, he still read an alpha panting with thirst. And beneath him, his own infinitely shabby self. His moisture-soaked eyelashes slowly blinked and closed. It was a sweet time that had finally arrived.

🌸

Woojung, who had been dozing, flailed his arms and opened his eyes.

Lying on his side, he examined his surroundings. He saw a square table and chair far away from the bed, a sofa that looked like it could seat at least ten people, and a floor-to-ceiling window several tens of times larger than the window in Woojung’s room.

Beyond it, there was the night, there was the sea, and there were stars. The stars in the sky that embroidered the night sea had descended to this suite and were twinkling.

Woojung stared blankly at the things he could not grasp, then suddenly came to his senses. There is no place in any of the rooms on DECK 3 where one can see such a view. Where was this, what happened, he thought, then held his breath.