Aoi
Stories
4
Chapters
91
Words
166.3 K
Comments
14
Reading
13 h, 51 m
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“Ugh…” Bomin, still recovering from the intense s*x, whimpered, his eyes closed. Jeong Hotae’s hand gently caressed his body. “Hotae-ya…” He opened his eyes, turning to look at Jeong Hotae. Jeong Hotae always made his heart race. His fingers twitched. Jeong Hotae, as if sensing his thoughts, lifted him up, pulling him into his arms. “Hng…” Bomin moaned, his body aching as he moved. He was sore, the aftereffects of the drug making his muscles throb. His stomach, filled…-
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Han Biseong had been the one to suggest this, but… he was enjoying it. He was tired, but the drug was still coursing through his veins. His body, sensitized, was reacting to every touch, every sensation. He rubbed his c*ck, still sticky with cum, against Han Biseong’s abs. “That’s more like it.” Han Biseong grinned. Yoon Bisam, seeing that Bomin was okay, picked up his pace. They both pounded into him, their thrusts relentless. Bomin gasped, his fingers digging into Han…
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“Hurry…” Bomin’s voice was a needy whine, and Song Jaeho, his control slipping, lost himself in the feeling of those tight muscles squeezing him. "Hng, ah, ah…" Bomin’s slender body thrashed, his arm wrapping around Kim Seohun’s neck. Kim Seohun, his hand reaching for Bomin’s chest, pinched and rolled his n*pple. Bomin’s back arched, his hips bucking. Pleasure shot through him, and he pressed his lips against Kim Seohun’s neck, his moans vibrating against his…
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“Ah, hng, ah…” Bomin gasped as Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck stretched him open, his thoughts momentarily forgotten. His mouth opened, his tongue lolling out. Shi Yu-hyeon licked away his drool. Bomin whimpered as Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck hit his prostate. Song Jaeho, clicking his tongue, pressed his c*ck against Bomin’s armpit. Bomin, despite being thin, had soft, sensitive skin. His ass cheeks, his armpits… it was all so soft, so responsive. He rubbed the head of his…
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Side Story #2. Bomin Loses His Memory “Who are you…?” “Just a little longer… I’m off today…” Song Jaeho, half asleep, pulled Bomin closer, his arm tightening around his waist. They had been together all night. He yearned to wake up next to Bomin every day, but with so many others living in the mansion, his turn only came around once a week. He had taken the day off, determined to spend the entire day with Bomin. He nuzzled Bomin's chest, inhaling his scent,…
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"...Thank you for the food.” “…Yes.” Kim Seohun's eyebrows drooped. Bomin was using formal language with him. He was so used to Bomin’s casual tone, it felt… strange. He watched as Bomin averted his gaze, his large eyes darting around nervously. It was cute. But it also hurt, knowing that Bomin had no recollection of their shared memories. After the chaos of the previous day, they had moved to a nearby pension. The mansion was too damaged, and renovations were…
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“…Fuck.” Song Jaeho, even in his rage, was careful not to direct his powers at Bomin. He would redirect any object that came too close, smashing it against the wall. The sounds of shattering glass and splintering wood filled the room. Some of the furniture had been chosen by Bomin. They held memories, precious moments shared between them. He felt as if those memories were being shattered, his heart breaking. His vision reddened. He wanted to snap Jeong Hotae’s neck, to…
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Side Story #3. Whose C*ck Do You Think This Is? “You really want that for your birthday?” “Yeah. I've always wanted to try it.” Bomin, his expression a mix of amusement and skepticism, took a sip of his iced Americano. He had casually asked Han Biseong what he wanted for his birthday, which was tomorrow. And his answer was… interesting. "You want to blindfold me, tie me up… and have each one of you take turns fucking me?” “I didn’t phrase it so…
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#6. It Wasn’t Always Like This (1) “Jeong Hotae, where are you going?” “I have plans.” “Can’t I come with you?” “No, you can’t.” Bomin pouted, his lower lip jutting out like a petulant child's. He’d been following Jeong Hotae around like a lost puppy ever since the man had gotten out of bed, his own sleepiness forgotten in the face of Jeong Hotae’s unusual busyness. “Just stay home and relax. I’ll be back soon.” “But then you…
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The feeling of piercing and slashing doesn’t linger on the skin, but embeds itself deep in the muscles, nerves, and bones. Sometimes, I jolt awake in the middle of the night, reliving the disgusting, warm sensation of blood splattering on my face. I think I drink because I’m ashamed. Ashamed of the things I’ve done in dungeons, ashamed that I make a living doing them. I keep quiet because I don’t want to seem weak. I don’t want their pity, and God forbid, their suggestions to go see a…-
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