DG Ch 2.2

Seo Wooyeol smirked. Just like Lee Taegyeong’s pristine body, the room was simple and clean.

“Hey, do you know where this is? Your childhood home, your room.”

“Eut, what…?”

“I wonder how happy your hyung will be when he sees you. F*cking hell!”

“Ah, stop, stop, stop it. Wooyeol, please! No, ahngh, heuut!”

“He’ll love seeing this, right? He’s adored you since you were little. I bet he’s been waiting to f*ck you when you grew up. Look at this, your s*xy body.”

Thrust! His c*ck buried itself deep inside Taegyeong’s a$s. As he slowly pulled out, sticky lube and s*men trailed after it. The flushed inner walls cradled the delicate flesh. Anyone would want to devour the plump, swollen anus.

“Hnngh, no. Seo Wooyeol. Stop—”

Taegyeong clenched his fists and struggled. His body trembled as he savored the feeling of the c*ck thrusting inside him. As expected of the sturdy Seo Wooyeol, his thrusts were powerful and fast. When Wooyeol kneaded his delicate sides and b*ttocks with his rough hands, Taegyeong, overcome with pleasure, sucked on the tip with his hole.

“Haa, f*ck.”

Seo Wooyeol flipped Taegyeong, who was crying out with his legs spread wide, onto his side. Taegyeong, startled into silence, immediately began to tremble as if terrified.

“Ah, no, Seo Wooyeol. Don’t do this. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“I… I thought of you like a brother… hnngh, heuk.”

“I didn’t.”

“What…? Haa, heuut!”

His thoughts short-circuited. Taegyeong supported his collapsing upper body with his arms and rested his forehead on the bedsheet. His sweat-drenched forehead slid against the sheet and buried itself in the pillow.

“Ah, ah, haa, haa…!”

“Huu, you’re slow. The hyung you like is coming soon. F*ck!”

Seo Wooyeol increased the intensity of his thrusts. Thwack, thwack! Seo Wooyeol’s firm thighs and lower abdomen slammed against Taegyeong’s b*ttocks. Sticky sweat coated their bodies, creating a slapping sound with each impact. Saliva dribbled from Taegyeong’s mouth with every moan.

“Hnngh, Seo Wooyeol. Please… don’t do this, ahht, hnngh!”

“How is it? Good, right? You’re enjoying it too, aren’t you?”

“Heuk, no. My parents might… come, ah. Ahheu, eut.”

“That would be quite a sight.”

“Aah, ah, no—ahhngh!”

Slap! Seo Wooyeol mercilessly slapped his b*ttocks. He grabbed his plump a$s with both hands and deliberately spread the tight hole.

“Ah, haa…”

Taegyeong gasped, clutching the pillow. He was scared his family would walk in.

“Hey, Lee Taegyeong. There’s a huge mirror in your room.”

“Ahheu…”

“I’ll take off your blindfold. It must be stuffy, right?”

Seo Wooyeol whispered in a gentle voice. As if anyone wouldn’t know his true, cruel intentions beneath the gentle facade.

As the black blindfold came off, blinding light poured in. Taegyeong pretended to be surprised, clenching his hole around Seo Wooyeol’s c*ck as he looked around.

Then, his body was lifted into the air. Clank, the taut chains wrapped around him, tightening around his thighs.

“Ahheu, no—hnngh, Eut!”

Taegyeong had to spread his legs wide open, his hole impaled by Seo Wooyeol’s c*ck. Seo Wooyeol carried him towards the vanity mirror.

Taegyeong’s reflection in the mirror was beautiful.

His abdomen smeared with white s*men, his erect c*ck, the lewd sight of a c*ck thrusting in and out of his a$s, his handsome face contorted in pleasure as he moaned…

‘Maybe I can seduce them all and make them my dildos…’

What man could ignore this sight? Taegyeong looked at his reflection and shed tears. Tears of joy.

“Hnngh, eut!”

But to Seo Wooyeol, Taegyeong’s sorrowful cries sent a pang through his heart. Despite this, he continued to pound his hips. With each thrust, Taegyeong’s body shook, his c*ck swaying. Thin s*men dripped from the tip of his gl*ns.

Taegyeong covered his face with his chained wrists.

“No, Seo Wooyeol. Ah, hnngh, heuu.”

“Look closely. You’re being f*cked by me. This hole is loving it.”

“No, heuk, no…”

“Hyung and I have been thinking about how delicious it would be to f*ck you since you were little, and now we’re finally doing it. Taegyeong-ah, do you like it?”

“Heuuuk. Heok, eut!”

Taegyeong crawled on the vanity, resting his wrists on it, and lowered his head. Seo Wooyeol grabbed his neck and chin with one hand and lifted his face.

“Look in the mirror. Isn’t it a nice view?”

Half-lidded eyes, hazy pupils, saliva-coated red lips, tear-stained cheeks and eyes. Wooyeol kissed Taegyeong’s cheek as if he would die from adoration. He licked his lips and gently pressed his own against them.

“Huk!”

Seo Wooyeol bent Taegyeong’s thighs and sat him on the vanity so that his a$s and c*ck were visible in the mirror. His firm b*ttocks pressed against the cold glass of the vanity, sending shivers down his spine.

“I-I hate this. Aheu…!”

“You’re eating my c*ck. Taegyeong-ah, is it delicious? Want more?”

“Ah, ah! Hnngh, eut!”

The tightly packed folds nibbled on Seo Wooyeol’s c*ck. The joined area was swollen and tight. Wooyeol rubbed Taegyeong’s plump anus with his fingertips.

With his c*ck already buried deep inside, his finger tried to pry its way in, further stretching the hole. The rough fingertip scraped against his inner walls, making him feel like he would tear. Taegyeong gasped for breath and twisted his waist.

“Haa, hik!”

No matter how much Taegyeong struggled, his body remained immobile. Each time the hard chains grazed and pressed against his skin, pleasure coiled in his lower abdomen.

“I think I’ll do well at the gate tomorrow. Thanks to you.”

“Heup, heu. Hnngh!”

“Wow. Lee Taegyeong, you’re taking my c*ck so well. If you don’t like it, you should spit it out, why are you still taking it? You can just push me out by tightening here. Right?”

“Heuk.”

Taegyeong silently shed tears.

At that moment, another wave of past memories flooded back.

‘Ah, disgusting. How many people took turns f*cking you for your hole to be this red?’

The expression of someone who had lost everything, the betrayal by a friend, the humiliation and rape – before his regression, he couldn’t bear it.

Now, Taegyeong’s body craved Seo Wooyeol’s c*ck, but five years ago, it hadn’t. Yet, he kept recalling what had happened with Seo Wooyeol before his regression.

Why had he returned to the age of twenty, having lost most of his memories? He didn’t know then, but now, tears welled up from the frustration of having forgotten all those experiences.

“Lee Taegyeong, are you crying? Do you hate me?”

“…What should I do?”

“What?”

The chains loosened slightly. Taegyeong raised his freed hands and wiped his eyes.

As he lowered his wrists, he saw his stomach, bulging from the c*ck inside, in the mirror. Taegyeong covered his lower abdomen with his palm and took a shallow breath. He needed to appear hurt to sway Seo Wooyeol’s heart.

“I… I don’t think I can guide you anymore… ah-heuk. Am I… not too dirty? Heuk.”

“Lee Taegyeong. Why would you be dirty?”

“Heup. I hate… this… heuk… If you wanted to do this instead of kissing me, you should have just said so… Then, I… I might have done it because I like you. Heuk…”

“What…?”

You like me? Seo Wooyeol was shocked.

At that moment, Taegyeong channeled the last of his strength to Seo Wooyeol. Guiding. Absorbing the impurities into his body, purifying them, and then returning the cleansed energy to the esper. It took a considerable toll on his stamina.