IDESGI Chapter 34

Chapter 34

His legs lost all strength and trembled. In a crawling voice, Yeoul pleaded, almost begging.

“Ihan… you’re going to pull me out now, right?”

Any normal person would have freed him by now. After teasing and tormenting him this much, it was only fair to let him go.

But Yeoul didn’t know. Yoo Ihan wasn’t a man right now—he was a beast.

“I haven’t finished yet. Just hang in there a little longer, Yeoul.”

His fully hardened length pushed deep into Yeoul’s inner walls.

“Agh!”

“You’re taking me in so well. Feels good, doesn’t it, Yeoul?”

“Hhhn, if it were you…”

He wanted to retort—would you like this?—but his pleasure-soaked body refused to follow his mind. Moans kept slipping through his clenched teeth. Every hard thrust from behind struck directly at his prostate.

“Our Yeoul loves it when I pound here. Hm? Look now, you’re dripping all over.”

Ihan buried himself to the base, slowly pressing into the spot that made Yeoul shiver. The teasing made his stomach churn with frustration. Ah, please. Please, more. His hips lifted on their own, seeking him out, clutching at him.

“What? Not enough?”

Ihan moved lazily, as if unwilling to give more until he got the answer he wanted.

“Uhh… Ihan.”

He called his name with a trembling voice, but Ihan didn’t respond at all this time. It was heartbreaking. So heartbreaking it felt like he might cry.

“Hh…”

“Yeoul, are you crying?”

When Ihan stopped moving, Yeoul almost pretended he wasn’t crying, but suddenly realized he could use this as an opportunity.

“Hhhn. I know I did wrong, but please take it out now. I want to go outside. Please…”

“…Yeoul, because you’re crying…”

Ihan slowly pulled himself out. Had it worked? Had it really worked? Was he finally going to be free?

“I’m insanely turned on. What should I do?”

With that, he shoved himself all the way back in, leaving only the tip out before.

“Ahh!”

The pleasure of filling the emptiness hit him even harder after the denial. Yeoul’s tears only seemed to fuel Ihan’s sadism.

In the midst of the relentless shaking, Yeoul suddenly remembered—because he rarely cried during sex, the few times he did, this bastard would get wildly turned on.

How could he have forgotten that? He cursed his own mistake, but before he could dwell on it, Ihan murmured,

“You still have the space to think about something else? Was I going too slow?”

Then he moved with a roughness that couldn’t be compared to before. Yeoul wanted to tell him to stop, but his mind was fogged over, and only moans spilled out.

“Hhhnn, ahh, ngh.”

Pleasure tingled through his veins, bursting across his body. The shaft scraping along his inner walls felt like it was swelling more with every thrust, instead of subsiding.

“Why… why are you… getting bigger?”

“Hh, the more I fuck you, the more you squeeze. How could I not? This hole’s so tight. If I hadn’t prepped you earlier, I wouldn’t have gotten in at all. Right?”

Ihan spewed his madness without restraint. Yeoul knew he could be playful in bed, but never had he treated him so intensely. The worst part was that he was enjoying it more than ever.

‘Did I have this kink all along?’

He’d thought he only liked soft, gentle sex, but this forceful domination was giving him overwhelming pleasure. And Ihan seemed to have caught on.

“Yeoul, looks like you’re enjoying this more than usual. Was this your kink? I had no idea until now.”

“Nngh, it’s not…!”

“Not? You’re clamping down like this.”

Ihan slammed into him again.

“The more I go in and out, the more your hole’s twitching. It’s a shame I’m the only one seeing this. Maybe I should record it, let you see it too.”

“Nghh, you… are you insane?”

“Don’t worry. Only you and I will see it. No way I’d let anyone else look.”

The sound of slaps filled the air again, heat blooming in his cheeks. The not-too-hard, not-too-light force on his buttocks made an urgent need build inside him. Yeoul called out to Ihan in panic.

“I-Ihan, I think I’m gonna come.”

“Mm. Do it, Yeoul.”

“No, not that… I think I’m gonna… the other thing. Please, get me out.”

“Mhm. That’s fine too.”

Anything else might be fine, but not this. At his age, he couldn’t possibly pee here—especially not like this. That would go beyond humiliation and become the kind of black mark on his memory that would make him want to die every time he recalled it.

“W-wait, hhh, wait, just a—”

Ihan showed no sign of listening to Yeoul’s plea. Instead, he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out faster and harder. His balls slapped against Yeoul’s ass with wet, squelching sounds from where their bodies joined.

Still rock-hard—more like a weapon than flesh—his length pounded deep, seeking out the most sensitive spots along the inner walls. Another sharp slap to his rear sent Yeoul’s vision flashing white.

At that moment, something spurted from Yeoul’s own length and streamed down. It was definitely a different sensation from release.

‘I want to die.’

The humiliation was so intense that Yeoul truly wanted to die on the spot. If he was going to die anyway, he might as well die now—at his age, stuck with his rear exposed, peeing like this.

“Yeoul, did it feel that good? Should I buy handcuffs next time? Hm?”

“I don’t know…”

Unaware of Yeoul’s turmoil, Ihan laughed. That laugh made Yeoul boil with anger. Laughing like that without knowing how he felt—and still not letting him go! Sniffling, Yeoul snapped.

“Why are you laughing!”

“Yeoul, this isn’t pee. Remember that thing from before? The clear fluid. It’s that.”

“…Really?”

“Mm. Want to see?”

“Then you’re going to let me out now?”

Hope rose in his voice, but instead Ihan hooked Yeoul’s legs over his hips and shoved himself in to the hilt.

“Ahhh!”

The deep thrust mashed against his prostate, stirring his insides. Every time Ihan pulled back, Yeoul’s entrance twitched and clung greedily to him. It hadn’t been long since his last climax, but another was already building. By now, he couldn’t tell whether the insane one was Ihan, or his own body that reacted so strongly with every thrust.

“Khh.”

With a short groan, Ihan spilled inside him. The stretched hole pulsed as it pushed out the thick fluid, which slid down Yeoul’s leg.

After so many highs, his body finally went limp. Ihan pulled him out easily and cradled him in his arms.

Was it over now?

But instead of ending it, Ihan laid him down on the bed and pressed him underneath. The warm smile on his lips didn’t match the wild look in his eyes.

Sensing danger instinctively, Yeoul tried to wriggle away. Whenever Ihan’s eyes turned like that, Yeoul’s body always ended up in ruins.

“Yeoul, where do you keep trying to go?”

Ihan pinned his arms to the bed.

“After an appetizer, we have to move on to the main course.”

He lifted Yeoul’s legs over his shoulders and, without giving him any time to rest, drove in.

“Ahhh!”

Yeoul’s back arched, the sharp pleasure lingering for a long while. Ihan was even rougher than usual, pushing Yeoul to the brink. Just as the overwhelming sensation threatened to steal his breath, Ihan shifted him onto his side and propped one leg over his shoulder.

Spreading his legs like scissors, Ihan entered him slowly.

“This position doesn’t go in as deep.”

The shallow thrusts tapped at his sweet spot repeatedly. The lack of depth left him unsatisfied. Ihan’s lips curved into a sly smile.

“But it’s perfect for teasing you.”

It was true. The brief touches and withdrawals made him ache with frustration. If he would just go a little deeper… Unable to stand it any longer, Yeoul grabbed Ihan’s arm.

“Ihan…”

“What?”

He was doing it on purpose, pretending not to know. Yeoul’s temper flared, but the restless heat inside him had reached its limit. In a weak voice, he whispered,

“Enough…”

“Enough what? You have to say it.”

It was infuriating and disgusting, but the half-buried length’s shallow thrusts were driving him crazy, tickling his insides until he could hardly stand it. Burying his face in the sheets, he mumbled,

“…Give it…”

“Hm? I can’t hear you.”

“…Give it to me…”

“What?”

When Ihan kept playing dumb, Yeoul’s frustration boiled over, tears welling up as he shouted,

“Just fuck me already!”

The words had barely left his mouth before Ihan shoved himself in fully, as if he’d been waiting.

“Hhnng, ahhh!”

“Yeoul, your insides are so hot, I feel like I’ll melt. The way you’re clutching me… still hungry, aren’t you?”

Even his filthy whisper in his ear couldn’t pierce through the haze in Yeoul’s mind. Panting heavily, he clutched the sheets and surrendered to the pleasure Ihan gave him.

After pounding him without mercy for what felt like forever, Ihan came again. He buried his face in Yeoul’s rising and falling chest, holding him tightly. His desperate voice pressed into Yeoul’s ear.

“Yeoul, you’re not going anywhere. Okay? Stay with me.”

His gaze clung to Yeoul, unrelenting. Meeting the pale brown eyes flecked with gold, Yeoul wrapped his arms around Ihan’s neck and let Guiding energy flow into him.

Even in its diluted form, the dark emotion he felt in Ihan’s heart was heavy. As if to hold that deep anxiety close, Yeoul pulled him in tighter by the nape. Answering Ihan’s plea with Guiding energy was the best he could do.

Because this was all he had left to give him—and even this wouldn’t last much longer.

Yeoul hid his aching heart beneath the flood of physical sensation and, for a long time, was helplessly shaken beneath Ihan.