DFLT 64

Heonyoung, gripping Yeonoh’s hips, forced him upright and continued to thrust, but as he didn’t even have the leeway to keep pulling up Yeonoh, who kept collapsing, he just made Yeonoh lie flat on his stomach, positioned himself between his legs, and began to pound into him.

“Haah, eut.”

With his face buried in the pillow, Yeonoh’s body shook helplessly with the continuous, forceful movements. His lower body was constantly rubbed against the bedsheets. Having already cum multiple times, his highly sensitized body’s threshold for ejaculation had lowered, and against his will, he once again gushed semen.

“Ha… heuk, aheut.”

Since Heonyoung still didn’t stop his movements, the fluid he had spilled on the sheets was rubbed right onto his lower abdomen and groin. The sober Ji Yeonoh would not have been able to lift his head in shame, but in the face of destructive ecstasy, his reason had already crumbled several times. Yeonoh, who was moaning with his eyes closed as if in resignation, soon passed out.

Splash!

Suddenly, the sound of water hit his ears, and his face grew so cold it tingled. He opened his closed eyes, and the doors to his dormant senses all opened at once. This place, where not a single ray of light entered, was still Seo Heonyoung’s home, but the location was different.

If there was one thing that hadn’t changed, it was the fact that he was still having sex with Seo Heonyoung. Soon, Yeonoh realized he was on the dining table. He gasped weakly with a voice that was already hoarse.

“Eu, eung, heut.”

With a thud, Heonyoung placed a water bottle next to Yeonoh. Is that the water bottle he used to splash water on my face? As Yeonoh thought this, Seo Heonyoung leaned down toward him and pressed their lips together.

“Heueup…!”

He forced an opening by pushing down on Yeonoh’s chin with his thumb and let the water he was holding in his mouth flow in. As the water entered his parched mouth and esophagus, his hoarse voice improved to some extent. But it was not enough to fully awaken his exhausted mind.

The sturdily built dining table made a precarious creaking sound under Seo Heonyoung’s forceful movements. The sound continued as regularly as the penis forcing its way through his inner walls. Unable to endure any longer, Yeonoh soon fainted again.

It was at the tail end of a certain dawn.

Just before the sun rose, inside the still pitch-dark bedroom, two figures were coming together and separating, over and over again.

“Heuu, ha.”

Heonyoung, kneeling on the bed, supported Yeonoh’s back and busily thrust his lower body against him.

“Eu, heuu, ah…”

Yeonoh, completely soaked in sweat, was weakly groaning and receiving Heonyoung’s penis. Heonyoung had already cum inside Yeonoh several times, so every time his penis slid to the entrance of the hole, the full load of semen would flow back out, only to be pushed back in with the next insertion, making a graphic, sloshing sound.

How much time had passed? He had lost consciousness in a daze from the pain and pleasure that relentlessly pounded his head. When he woke up, it was after daybreak, and when he closed and opened his eyes again, it was so dark that all he could see was Seo Heonyoung.

The place also changed every time he came to his senses. Sometimes he was receiving Heonyoung on the bed like now, and other times they continued to have sex on the dining table, in the bathtub, or in the shower booth.

“Ah, a-eung!”

As if his brain had melted and turned to mush, Yeonoh, who had reached a point where he could no longer distinguish between reality and unreality, threw his head back to support himself on Heonyoung’s shoulder and then spilled semen for what must have been the umpteenth time. His torso, which had been clean after a shower a short while ago, was dirty once again.

Every time Yeonoh came, Heonyoung would push past Yeonoh’s inner walls, which tightened around his penis from all sides, and rub and pound to his heart’s content. As soon as Yeonoh came, Heonyoung would grab his penis, which was trembling from the renewed urge to ejaculate, and block the urethra.

“S-Sir, Direc, tor, heuu, n-no, heu-eung, don’t…!”

Yeonoh’s insides were a mess from the continuously ejaculated semen. His stomach, which had become even flatter from not having a single meal while being tormented by Heonyoung throughout their encounter, revealed the shape of the thrusting penis. Perhaps not minding the sight of his own shape outlined on the skin of his stomach, Heonyoung pressed down firmly on Yeonoh’s lower abdomen with his other hand.

“Heek, there, press-ing, hak, that, I don’t, ah, eut, like it!”

As the spot already being stimulated by Heonyoung’s penis was pressed with his thumb, the sexual sensation amplified twofold, and Yeonoh’s body trembled. Grind. Heonyoung gnashed his molars and thrust down at the same time, pressing Yeonoh’s stomach even more tightly to bring their point of contact as close as possible.

“Let go, of your, heuk, finger, please.”

Yeonoh, whose pupils had even lost their focus, squeezed out all his remaining consciousness to plead, but there was no way he would listen. If there was one thing he had learned from having sex with Seo Heonyoung, who had been engulfed in rut for a long time, it was that he only responded to one-dimensional instincts. Thus, he had no choice but to receive the violent pleasure Seo Heonyoung was pouring into him with his entire body.

“Please, heu, eu, eung!”

Thwack, thwack, thwack. The speed at which Heonyoung’s thighs were hitting Yeonoh’s lower body was getting faster and faster. It seemed another ejaculation was coming. Tears streamed down from the reddened corners of his eyes, and it stung, but it was nothing compared to the mess below.

Liquid was already seeping out from between Yeonoh’s urethra and Heonyoung’s thumb, which was blocking its end. But something was strange. It wasn’t the thick texture he had discharged so far; it was flowing like water.

Yeonoh’s heart dropped, mistaking the sensation for the urge to urinate rather than to ejaculate. No matter how shameful the acts he was committing, he didn’t want to lose his dignity as well. As Yeonoh struggled to escape Heonyoung’s embrace, Heonyoung held his arm firmly and pushed him to the limit.

“N-no, don’t, a-eut.”

After a long session of thrusting, Heonyoung came inside Yeonoh once again and let go of the hand blocking his urethra. He wanted to run to the bathroom, but because the intense stimulation and pleasure had swept over his entire body, in the end, Yeonoh discharged a liquid that he couldn’t tell if it was semen or urine.

“Heu-eung!”

A long stream of water shot up. The liquid, which fell squarely onto Yeonoh’s torso, trickled down, pooled slightly on their joined thighs, and then soaked the sheet. Yeonoh waited for the endlessly surging tide of Heonyoung’s semen to stop.

“Haah, ha…”

His breathing, which was all over the place, wouldn’t calm down, so Yeonoh inhaled and exhaled for a long time. How much time had passed? His back felt so heavy, as if it would collapse, and when he turned around, Seo Heonyoung’s torso was leaning toward him. It seemed he had fallen asleep.

Unable to support Heonyoung’s weight in his weakened state, Yeonoh collapsed onto the bed with him. It was a relief that Heonyoung didn’t wake up. His penis, which had been stiffly erect until just a moment ago, was now as quiet as a mouse, so it seemed the rut was over, but he couldn’t be sure.

Covering his mouth, Yeonoh slowly moved his hips and pulled out Heonyoung’s penis. He was so dizzy he wanted to just close his eyes, but the desire to escape this place as soon as possible was greater.

Even when not erect, his large penis was astounding, and after a struggle with the tip caught at the entrance of his hole, Yeonoh was barely able to pull away.

His whole body was on the verge of breaking, his hole, which felt like it would never heal, ached as if it were torn, and his face, with tear tracks dried on it, was a complete wreck. The red teeth marks and bruises Heonyoung had left all over his body probably wouldn’t fade for a long time.

Gritting his teeth, Yeonoh got up and stealthily slipped out of bed. As he picked up the underwear and clothes Heonyoung had thrown carelessly on the floor, a searing, burning sensation suddenly flared in his fingers, as if they had been burned by fire. It was because his fingertip had been cut by a shard from the liquor bottle he had brought.

He almost cried out at that moment, but he managed to hold it in by covering his mouth. Yeonoh arduously picked up the clothes and put them on haphazardly. He buttoned up the torn shirt, fastened the few remaining buttons on the jacket, and then slowly came down, leaning on the stair railing. Even then, he had to tremble in formless fear, wondering if Seo Heonyoung would wake up and come after him again.

When he got on the elevator and looked in the mirror, the corners of his mouth were split in several places from the rough kisses. Not to mention the red marks rising above his collar, and the reddish-brown whiskey stain on his white shirt looked terrible.

It was a huge relief that the elevator coming down from the penthouse didn’t stop on other floors. Otherwise, someone else might have seen him in this state. If he had been unlucky and run into Dojin… He didn’t even want to think about it.

The staff at the lobby desk stared at Yeonoh, but Yeonoh kept his head bowed low and quickly exited the place. He had tried to call a taxi with his phone app on the way down, but his phone was already dead. Just how long had he been in there… Eventually, his sense of time had collapsed, and he didn’t even know how much time had passed.

A little way from the residence complex, there was a line of taxis.

“Welco—, eugh…!”

As Yeonoh opened the door and got into the car, the driver, who had been welcoming him cheerfully, suddenly gagged.

“Sir! What’s with all this alpha pheromone… ugh, are you trying to kill someone?”