CI 3.1

The first thought that crossed Son Yeo-il’s mind was, ‘That lying bastard!’ As if that man really wouldn’t hurt Son Yeo-il. There were few things in this world more harmful than having something like a stake lodged in one’s behind.

Pain that felt like his body was being split in two immediately engulfed him. Won Hee-yeon’s fully engorged member was pressing against every part of Son Yeo-il’s insides. The inner walls were stretched taut without any gaps, and when that wretched stake tried to move, pushing in and pulling out, it felt like his flesh was being pulverized.

Trust or whatever, Son Yeo-il wanted to say he was taking back the nod he had just given. But with his breath caught in his throat, he could only make gasping sounds.

“Heuk, ungh, ah, aah…?”

Son Yeo-il grimaced in pain, exhaling distressed breaths each time the other thrust upward. After just three such thrusts—thud, thud—when Won Hee-yeon drove himself in a bit deeper, Son Yeo-il began to feel a churning sensation from his lower body again.

The moment Son Yeo-il opened his previously squinted eyes wide in surprise, Won Hee-yeon smirked as if to say “Now we’re getting somewhere.” Then, as if ready to get more serious, he firmly grasped Son Yeo-il’s waist.

“Ah, wait. Ugh, haah!”

Won Hee-yeon moved wildly like someone who’d received a starting signal, and Son Yeo-il’s body was mercilessly rocked. An overwhelming sensation that Son Yeo-il had never experienced before began to wash over him.

The pain hadn’t disappeared. Rather, the deeper Won Hee-yeon penetrated, the wider his body was forced open. If earlier only the entrance felt like it was being torn, now it felt like his bones were twisting and his internal organs were being dragged upward.

Every part of him was compressed by the fleshy column that filled him to the point of feeling discomfort. Each time Won Hee-yeon struck a sensitive spot, his lower body would shudder, making the already tight space even tighter.

“Ha, haaa, ungh, ungh!”

But the pleasure he gave overwhelmed all that pain to a dizzying degree. Perhaps even the pain itself intensified the pleasure. The tingling skin below felt electrified, and the fact that Won Hee-yeon was deeply invading and filling him gave Son Yeo-il a strange sense of satisfaction.

He whimpered each time Won Hee-yeon touched the spot he had stimulated with his fingers earlier. Son Yeo-il could only react intensely to what Won Hee-yeon was showering upon him. Though he hadn’t drunk any alcohol, he couldn’t control his body.

His inner walls trembled, and everything from his lower abdomen to his thighs quivered. As Son Yeo-il’s reactions became more precarious, Won Hee-yeon became more aggressive. Gone was the gentle tone he had used earlier as if to soothe  a young child—now he thrust his hips forcefully, hitting the same spot each time.

“Augh, huh, ungh!”

Son Yeo-il couldn’t think properly, like someone backed into a corner. He wanted Won Hee-yeon to go slowly, but then thought he’d prefer him to move faster and end it all. Soon, all thoughts evaporated in a flash of light.

Son Yeo-il could only moan. Groans that rose from the pit of his stomach burst out unrefined in any form. Between Son Yeo-il’s high-pitched sounds came the sound of flesh colliding and rough breathing, adding to the heat of the moment.

“Huh, heungh. Ah…!”

With each upward thrust from Won Hee-yeon, Son Yeo-il’s waist, which had been sliding backward bit by bit, finally slipped below the pillow. His crown was nearly touching the bed’s headboard.

The moment Son Yeo-il opened his eyes in alarm at the unsteady feeling, Won Hee-yeon pushed one knee behind Son Yeo-il’s waist and reached out to cradle the back of his head. Unlike the way he was pounding with the thing between his legs as if to kill someone, his touch remained gentle.

And at that moment, their eyes met. In Won Hee-yeon’s pupils were intertwined a burning passion like being engulfed in flames, raw instinct, and an equally large affection.

That gaze made Son Yeo-il feel like he might burst into tears. It wasn’t a physical issue like pain or feeling too much to bear, but a wave of indescribable emotion that made the bridge of his nose ache.

T-This is really good.

The act of sharing skin and warmth with someone you’ve shared your heart with. Son Yeo-il had never known until now that touching each other, digging deeper, and overlapping could give such a heartfelt sense of happiness.

Pushing back tears, Son Yeo-il raised his hand to grasp Won Hee-yeon’s arm that was holding his body. The sharp muscles, even the beads of sweat, were lovely.

“Mr. Hee-yeon.”

The moment Son Yeo-il called him with a voice half-broken, Won Hee-yeon lowered his body to approach Son Yeo-il. Son Yeo-il also slightly raised his chin to meet him. Though he thought they had kissed enough earlier, the sensation of lips rubbing and tongues intertwining was still electrifying to him.

“Hmph…!”

The hip movements that had momentarily subsided while adjusting positions resumed. Won Hee-yeon sucked on Son Yeo-il’s tongue while strongly driving his member to the root. Wet skin slapped together, separating and reconnecting repeatedly.

Son Yeo-il’s back was more curved than before, as if clinging onto Won Hee-yeon, and the penetration deepened. Won Hee-yeon’s rock-hard cock head pounded against Son Yeo-il’s pleasure point, drawing in deeply and then sliding out again, brushing the same spot.

Pleasure came rhythmically, creating unpredictable waves. Though pressed firmly into the bed as if about to be buried, Son Yeo-il kept feeling as if his body was floating. Just when he thought he had reached high into the sky, Won Hee-yeon’s body crashed against him with a thud, and Son Yeo-il felt a dizzying drop as he settled back down.

He wanted to moan, but now even his lips were blocked. He couldn’t even pant freely. Whatever Son Yeo-il wanted to release was swallowed back inside him, spinning around and making his head dizzy.

What do I do? I think I’m going to come again.Son Yeo-il’s taut, swollen cock was being compressed and rubbed between their lower abdomens. If it hadn’t been after already ejaculating twice, he would have long since come again.

The sensations that had accumulated layer by layer seemed about to cross the threshold. Son Yeo-il found the approaching climax both dizzying and regretful. The more he felt this way, the closer he wanted to be to Won Hee-yeon.

Even as his body was being rocked uncontrollably, Son Yeo-il, who had been gripping Won Hee-yeon’s forearm tightly, fumbled with his fingertips toward the other’s back. He placed his palm on the broad, hot back and pulled his arm slightly. Even though Won Hee-yeon was already delving into Son Yeo-il’s deepest part, the fact that he was embracing Won Hee-yeon filled him with contentment.

Ah, this is good.

Perhaps Won Hee-yeon felt the same. The moment Son Yeo-il’s hands wrapped around him, the base of his cock, deeply lodged inside, twitched fiercely. Then Son Hee-yeon’s lips, which had completely covered Son Yeo-il’s, pulled away, and he bared his teeth to bite Son Yeo-il’s lower lip.

“Hngh!”

Half-raising his upper body, Won Hee-yeon surveyed Son Yeo-il trapped beneath him with scalding eyes. From his lips and nape to his chewed nipples, his reddened torso in places, and his smooth white legs.

When that sinister gaze reached the ankles in white socks, Won Hee-yeon picked up Son Yeo-il’s white ankle from the floor. As if pleased that the thin ankle fit perfectly in his grasp, he rubbed his lips against it and then bit down hard enough to leave teeth marks.

“That’s it. Pretty.”

Won Hee-yeon whispered in a low, sweet voice and placed Son Yeo-il’s ankle on his shoulder. With only one foot raised high, Son Yeo-il’s waist twisted. Won Hee-yeon’s engorged member filled him inside, twisting and rubbing intensely against his inner walls. Frightened, Son Yeo-il couldn’t even moan properly and only exhaled quick breaths.

“Haa, ha…”

After a tense exchange of glances, Won Hee-yeon pulled Son Yeo-il’s waist closer to cling to his body. Son Yeo-il’s widely spread legs slapped against Won Hee-yeon’s solid body. Sseup, the sound of Won Hee-yeon inhaling was clear and chilling.

“Huu, ungh, heuk…!”

His memory of the next few minutes was blurry. Exactly what happened was hazy. Only disjointed sensations remained in his mind—the feeling of being wildly rocked up and down, the sensation of Won Hee-yeon’s seemingly larger cock forcing its way in with a twisted posture.

The confusion of thoughts was all Won Hee-yeon’s fault. Saying they should remember today and not allowing him to drink, yet driving someone to such a state where they couldn’t think straight—what kind of mindset was that?

That spiteful man, though excited like a beast, was staring at Son Yeo-il with a persistent gaze. As if trying to fully capture in his memory the moments of Son Yeo-il that Son Yeo-il himself couldn’t even properly remember.

“Ha, unnngh!”

At the end of all those overwhelming, frightening, blurry, and disorderly sensations, Won Hee-yeon drove his cock deepest into Son Yeo-il’s reddened insides. Son Yeo-il ejaculated for the third time, letting out a sound as if he were about to pass out.

A flash of light burst in his mind, soaked in pleasure. A strange and intense sensation he had never experienced before traveled up his spine, making his body tremble from head to toe. His lower half, gripping Won Hee-yeon’s cock, also pulsated in response.

“Ah, hu…darling.”

Won Hee-yeon deeply furrowed his brow at the movement that tightly squeezed his member. It was puzzling how the word “darling,” which he always detested, could make his heart race so much. The highly sensitized Son Yeo-il felt a chill run up and down his spine just from that voice, but the stimulation didn’t end there.

Firmly holding Son Yeo-il’s limp legs, Won Hee-yeon moved his hips in smaller, more urgent thrusts. Having his sensitive spot repeatedly stabbed in the midst of his climax made Son Yeo-il feel like he was about to go crazy.

“Ungh, ah, s-stop.”

“Mmm. Heuk, that’s it, huh-uh.”

Judging by how he was exhaling heavily, Won Hee-yeon seemed close to his limit too, but the splashing hip movements showed no sign of ending. It felt like his nerves were being seared with pleasure.

His stamina was troublesome. If this stimulation continued even a little longer, things would go wrong. Feeling the need to do something, Son Yeo-il flailed his hands and grabbed Won Hee-yeon’s arm again. And with a desperate heart, he whispered.

“Quickly, darling…”

Basically, it was just something he said randomly in the midst of confusion. But since he wanted Won Hee-yeon to come quickly so this situation would end, perhaps there was some intention to provoke Won Hee-yeon. He didn’t know that such a small intention would bring such a large result.

Won Hee-yeon’s skin jumped greatly at Son Yeo-il’s feeble mutter. His member, deeply embedded inside, also pulsated hotly and wriggled.

“Huu, ha…”

Following that, as something warm was felt from below, Won Hee-yeon let out a low moan. Even in his dazed state, Son Yeo-il felt a strange joy at the fact that Won Hee-yeon had reached climax inside him. Just as he was about to relax his body, thinking it was over, Won Hee-yeon, having finished ejaculating, pulled his hips back.

What had been deeply embedded scraped against his inner walls as it withdrew. The moment the cock head was pulled out of the hole, with the sensation of his inner flesh being dragged along, Son Yeo-il shuddered but also felt something odd.

Why is it still…big?

It wasn’t an illusion—the volume that had withdrawn from Son Yeo-il hadn’t diminished at all. He wondered if Won Hee-yeon hadn’t come yet, but seeing him tie up the condom he had removed and throw it to the floor, he had definitely ejaculated.

Even with his strength completely drained, Son Yeo-il couldn’t hold back his curiosity and looked up at Won Hee-yeon. Something was strange about his state. His smooth skin was somehow even redder than before, and his muscles were all tensed up as if agitated.

Above all, the problem was that the thing hanging between his legs was in a fully erect state. The moment Son Yeo-il saw it moving slowly, like a predator targeting him, a chill ran through him.

“Um, uh, Mr. Hee-yeon?”

“Mmm, that’s right. Darling.”

“No, I-I mean. Uh, uh, now, why…”

Even in his half-dazed state, Won Hee-yeon moved his hands precisely, taking out a new condom from the box, removing the wrapper, and putting it on his erect cock. Son Yeo-il was perceptive enough to guess what Won Hee-yeon intended to do without him having to say it.

No! An alarm sounded in his head. His body, softened by excessive pleasure, was already exhausted, and his lower half ached as if someone had beaten him to a pulp. Son Yeo-il instinctively hesitated before turning his body and crawling toward the opposite side of the bed.

However, showing one’s back to a hungry predator was not a good response. Before he could get far, Won Hee-yeon’s hand chased after him, grabbed his calf, and pulled him back.

“Darling. Where are you going, leaving your husband behind?”

“J-Just a moment, let’s rest just a bit, hu, haa, heuk…!”

Son Yeo-il’s urgent and sticky moans echoed throughout the already-heated room. 

Unfortunately, outside the window, it was still a bright afternoon. It seemed like a long, long way before Son Yeo-il’s long day would come to an end.

Ah…so there was a swimming pool over there.Son Yeo-il looked out the window with blurry eyes and thought. After checking into the lodging, almost two days had passed, and it was already Sunday morning, with little more than two hours left until checkout.

Now he noticed that there was an extremely large, deep blue swimming pool in the backyard of the accommodation, directly visible beyond the bedroom window. No one would believe that he hadn’t known of such a conspicuous facility’s existence for the entire two days.

For Son Yeo-il, there was no other way it could have been. Throughout the two nights, he hadn’t even had the opportunity to draw the curtains, let alone go outside. To be precise, Son Yeo-il had barely left the bed.

During that time, Won Hee-yeon had brought food from somewhere and fed it to Son Yeo-il (Won Hee-yeon ate something other than food), and had taken Son Yeo-il to the bathroom to wash him (of course, washing wasn’t all they did), but mostly, the two had rolled around on the bed. Throughout the weekend, most of the conversation between Won Hee-yeon and Son Yeo-il went like this, “Ahh, Mr. Hee-yeon. I really feel like I’m going to die. Stop now, ah, really, huu.” “You want me to stop? Really?” “Mmm, ungh, hu! Ungh, s-stop…” “Then call me ‘darling’. Hmm?”

Human foolishness was endless, and people tended to repeat the same mistakes. Deceived by persistent pleading, when Son Yeo-il reluctantly called him “darling,” Won Hee-yeon’s eyes would roll back at the sound and he would flip Son Yeo-il over, tossing him around and working him over.

As far as Son Yeo-il could remember, similar conversations had occurred about three or four times. Later, when an exhausted Son Yeo-il complained, “You won’t let me go even if I call you darling!” 

Won Hee-yeon kneaded him with the excuse, “Why is our darling so smart? I find smart people the sexiest.”