PV Ch.12 Part 4

Because of Bomin’s position, he couldn’t thrust straight in. But Han Biseong disregarded the pain as a minor inconvenience. He kept Bomin’s small head fixed and used his throat as a c*cksleeve, moving roughly. 

Bomin clenched his hand, gripping Han Biseong’s hard thigh. Han Biseong arched his back, lost in the sensation of his c*ck being sucked and lapped at by Bomin’s hot, slick mouth.

“Kuh, ugh, ah… eut…!”

As Bomin’s focus seemed entirely consumed by the pleasure, Yoon Bisam shifted the angle of his c*ck. He pressed down hard on the sensitive spot with his blunt earlobe.

Bomin’s body, eyes squeezed shut, trembled violently with the intense stimulation. Saliva, already overflowing, dribbled down his chin, staining a corner of the sheet a dark, glistening patch.

“I could make it even better.”

Even though Bomin was already on the verge of climax, Yoon Bisam continued to push him further.

His c*ck, which had explored every nook and cranny of Bomin’s insides, found a particularly sensitive spot and relentlessly hammered it.

Bomin’s body convulsed with each merciless thrust. The fleshy, pink c*ck swelled, thick with prec*m, and pulsed with each movement. 

He had a body born to swallow a c*ck. A satisfied smirk played on Yoon Bisam’s lips. He took the darker n*pple between his fingers, pressing it hard against the sensitive spot just as Bomin’s lower mouth worked on his c*ck.

“Hnnng, eut…!”

Bomin’s slender waist arched off the bed, forming a graceful curve. His lashes, dark and wet, fluttered against his cheeks.

“Kuh, eut…”

“Ahh…”

Two different moans, hot and ragged, mingled in the air above the white sheets, spreading a wave of heat down their throats and into their stomachs.

A string of prec*m dripped from the tip of Bomin’s c*ck, landing like dewdrops on his defined ribs and around his navel.

S-rank Guides could choose whether or not to guide during s*x, even in the heat of the moment. But Bomin started at B-rank, his abilities still developing, only recently showing signs of growth. 

Bomin hadn’t yet mastered controlling his guiding power. He could feel the delicious energy, but Yoon Bisam and Han Biseong simply took it, choosing to ejaculate instead of absorbing it. They knew Bomin would tire quickly if he guided them.

“Yoon Bisam, switch.”

While Bomin’s mouth was pleasurable, Han Biseong preferred the taste of his tight hole. At Yoon Bisam’s shrug, he pulled back, slowly withdrawing his c*ck from Bomin’s depths.

A string of white fluid trailed behind the thick length, snapping taut before breaking.

Bomin’s hole pulsed, slowly expelling the semen that had pooled inside. The white contrasted sharply with the red flesh as it disappeared into the depths.

“Hurry up.”

Han Biseong urged Yoon Bisam, who was moving too slowly. Unable to tear his gaze from Bomin’s entrance, Yoon Bisam rose and moved towards Bomin’s head.

“Hnnng…”

“Tsk, not enough.”

He hesitated, reluctant to plunge his c*ck into the hole already filled with Yoon Bisam’s and Bomin’s own semen. Han Biseong flipped Bomin over, forcing him onto his stomach and lifting his ass.

Bomin’s body trembled faintly in the afterglow of his orgasm. Tears streamed down his face as he weakly pressed it against the sheet.

Han Biseong inserted three fingers, pushing them deep inside, scooping out the semen that filled Bomin’s insides.

“Just do it. Once and we’re done, right? Not me.”

Yoon Bisam brushed Bomin’s sweat-dampened black hair back from his forehead, urging Han Biseong on. He wasn’t planning on stopping after one round.

He’d ejaculated, but he intended to keep fucking Bomin until he was satisfied.

“Been there, done that.”

Han Biseong wouldn’t have considered taking Bomin if it wasn’t what Bomin wanted. He didn’t care for the bodies of other Espers, no matter how perfectly sculpted they were.

Pushing aside his reluctance, Han Biseong pressed the tip of his c*ck against the swollen entrance. Even though a good amount of semen had been removed, Bomin’s insides were still full of Yoon Bisam’s ejaculate.

The combination of lube and semen made it easier to slide his c*ck inside than it had been for Yoon Bisam.

“Ugh…”

“Bomin, is it too much?”

Yoon Bisam, his earlobe still brushing against Bomin’s soft ear, asked with a teasing lilt in his voice.

His c*ck, no less impressive than Yoon Bisam’s, slowly pushed its way between Bomin’s b*ttocks. Bomin’s hand, which had been lying limp on the sheet, clenched into a fist.

The heat made his usually firm earlobe feel soft and pliable as Yoon Bisam chuckled and pulled Bomin’s face closer.

“Ha, ugh…”

He wanted to say no, but all that came out was a husky moan. Yoon Bisam let out a soft laugh and dragged Bomin’s face closer.

Bomin’s forehead pressed against the hard wall of muscle, and Han Biseong’s c*ck, still slick with the remnants of his previous orgasm, loomed before him.

The c*ck, stained a dark red with semen, looked as if it hadn’t even been used. Yoon Bisam tapped the head lightly against Bomin’s face.

“You love c*m, so drink all of that.”

Bomin obediently stuck out his tongue and lapped at the semen-coated c*ck. Yoon Bisam’s eyes, dark and heated, scanned Bomin’s face.

“As expected, Lee Bomin’s hole is the best.”

Han Biseong, with his c*ck buried deep enough to brush against his balls, kneaded the plump flesh of Bomin’s b*ttocks in his palm. He even rubbed the area around the entrance, already spread wide open, with his fingers. Bomin’s body arched like a live fish.

Even though he was already struggling to hold Han Biseong’s c*ck in his mouth, seeing him like this sparked curiosity about just how much further Bomin’s hole could stretch.

“Damn, it’s really something.”

At first, when they started this threesome, he had felt a lot of discomfort. Now, watching Bomin get pierced through and through by his c*ck, his mouth watered with thirst.

“Not yet. Loosen up more.”

Even though he liked controlling s*x, he didn’t want to ruin Bomin’s body. Yoon Bisam reminded Han Biseong, whose focus was starting to waver.

“You’re being picky.”

Han Biseong wasn’t being difficult, he just didn’t want to force open a hole that was already struggling to accommodate his c*ck.

“Huck…”

Instead, Han Biseong watched Yoon Bisam fucking Bomin, releasing the pent-up desire he’d been holding back. He started by slamming his c*ck into Bomin with enough force to make his balls slap against the soft flesh.

“Huu… Finish up.”

Han Biseong blew a gust of air to push Bomin’s bangs out of his eyes. He exhaled a breath thick with heat. 

Bomin shivered, his body trembling under the hot breath on his neck. He frantically licked at Yoon Bisam’s c*ck. 

Each time Han Biseong slammed into him, Bomin’s head met Yoon Bisam’s chest.

Yoon Bisam smoothed Bomin’s hair back from his forehead, gently wiping away the tears that welled up in his eyes. 

“Ah, uh, ah, aah…”

Like a kitten soaked in rain, he trembled, desperately trying to lick his c*ck. The smile on Yoon Bisam’s lips didn’t fade.

“Are you hurting a lot?”

“Ah, you…”

Yoon Bisam gently tapped Bomin’s round nose, and Bomin nodded slightly. It felt like a hot stone had taken over his brain.

Even though it was rough, Han Biseong kept stimulating the places where Bomin felt the most pleasure. It was what he wanted. Bomin was lost in the waves of pleasure, only able to let out moans of ecstasy.

“Isn’t this dangling thing cute?”

Han Biseong slammed his hips into Bomin, his hand gripping the c*ck that swayed with each movement.

Even though it belonged to someone of the same s*x, the feeling of touching it was good. It was smooth, without any bumps, which was oddly fitting for a body that preferred being fucked to fucking, a testament to its owner’s preferences.

“Fits perfectly in one hand.”

Bomin’s body had a certain immaturity to it, even though he was lying on a bed made for adults. His skin was white and pristine, easily marked, and his body was lean with the exception of his b*tt and cheeks. 

“Ugh, haa…”

As Han Biseong worked his c*ck, pressing his fingers against Bomin’s earlobe, Bomin’s mouth opened. He gasped, his breath ragged with desire.

“Lee Bomin, if you’re this close to breaking, what are we going to do? You said you wanted both of us, Han Biseong and me.”

Yoon Bisam looked down at Bomin, whose head was bowed, his face a mask of pain. Bomin, unable to even swallow, whimpered and moaned.

“Uh, ugh…”

“Swallow it.”

Even though tears, like tiny pearls, were rolling down his cheeks, Yoon Bisam didn’t let Bomin go. Instead, he shoved Bomin’s small face into his crotch.

The thick glans slid into his mouth, which he couldn’t keep closed. Saliva dripped down, staining the crimson pillar, already throbbing with veins.

“Mmph…”

Bomin’s body shifted forward with every thrust of Han Biseong’s hips, even without him consciously trying to swallow. The long c*ck was slowly disappearing inside him. 

Bomin’s nose was buried in his own pubic hair, making it difficult to breathe. His mouth was already stretched wide, clamped around the c*ck. He struggled to gasp for air, and Yoon Bisam grabbed his hair, using it to gently lift his head.

Bomin took a shaky breath, his chest heaving. His arms were too weak to properly support himself, and he fumbled around, grasping at Yoon Bisam’s body. 

“Hold still.”

“Don’t order me around.”

Yoon Bisam lifted Bomin’s arms and gestured towards Han Biseong. His tone was sharp, but Han Biseong, still holding Bomin’s c*ck in one hand, used his other hand to bind Bomin’s slender wrists together.

Bomin, unable to move his arms, received the massive c*ck, swallowing it whole, both above and below.

Wet sounds echoed from above and below. Between the sounds, muffled moans escaped, trapped in his throat.

“Ugh, ugh, uh, ah…”

Even though it was what he wanted, the situation was overwhelming. Still, Bomin squeezed out Han Biseong’s c*m, his body trembling.

“He comes even when it hurts. Isn’t he a real beast?”

Han Biseong watched the c*m dripping from his fingertips, a smirk playing on his lips.

“It doesn’t taste good.”

He had never felt the urge to taste another’s c*m before. Han Biseong was surprised by his own impulsive behavior.

“Ugh…”

As Bomin came, he squeezed Yoon Bisam’s c*ck, buried deep in his throat, with his throat muscles. His insides were the same. Han Biseong’s c*ck was also pressed against the red flesh, stimulating him.

His throat and stomach were filled with a volume of fluid that dwarfed the amount he’d just released. His body, like a fish thrown onto dry land, twitched. He couldn’t handle the feeling of his insides being stretched.

“Ha… Yoon Bisam, isn’t he pretty much done?”

Han Biseong rubbed the c*m leaking from the junction onto the surrounding skin. The reddened flesh, inflamed from the friction, was almost painfully erotic.

Despite having just come, the massive c*ck, filled with c*m, began to swell again.

“Lee Bomin.”

“Ugh, uh…”

Yoon Bisam slowly pulled his c*ck out of Bomin’s mouth. His lips, stretched to their limit, were as red as the flesh around his ass, but they weren’t torn.

C*m dripped from the corner of his mouth. Bomin couldn’t even react properly as Yoon Bisam stroked his cheek, calling his name.

His body, overwhelmed with pleasure, couldn’t even register what the two espers were thinking.

His eyes, devoid of focus, shone like polished marbles, devoid of human expression.

“I think he’ll be fine.”

“We can start with a finger, right?”

At Yoon Bisam’s words, Han Biseong slid the finger he’d been using to stroke Bomin’s entrance between his c*ck and the opening.

“Ugh, ah…”

Bomin pressed his face against Yoon Bisam’s palm, twisting his body. The c*cks in the novel were all larger than average.

Just holding one c*ck was enough to fill him. The feeling of it stretching even further was like a hammer pounding his already muddled mind.

“Oh, it’s getting bigger.”

Han Biseong carefully inserted his finger, making sure not to tear the opening. The feeling of his finger rubbing against the inside walls was strange and exciting.

“Han Biseong, pick him up and lay him on the bed.”

“Don’t order me around.”

“If you don’t want to hurt him…”

“Fine.”

Han Biseong pulled his finger out and flipped Bomin over.

Bomin, his eyes barely open, gasped for air. His chest, usually flat, was now heaving, his n*pples standing out, drawing the eye.

“He’s sweet even here. This is going to be fun.”

Han Biseong couldn’t help himself and sucked on Bomin’s n*pple, his lips. The added moisture made the already swollen bud even more tempting.

He pulled back, his gaze lingering on the flushed skin.

“Ugh, uh…”

Bomin wiped his sweaty forehead against Han Biseong’s shoulder. He whined, his body trembling.

Han Biseong chuckled and scooped him up.

“He’s ready.”

Bomin’s body trembled as he was placed on the bed.

“Move aside.”

Yoon Bisam stepped aside, watching as Han Biseong positioned Bomin on his back.

“Let’s go.”

Han Biseong leaned down and kissed Bomin’s lips.

“Don’t move. You’ll get hurt.”

“I know, just hurry up.”

Yoon Bisam, after a final warning, slid a finger inside Bomin, who was already trembling.

“Ugh, ah… Don’t…”

Bomin tried to sit up, but Han Biseong held him down. He knew something was about to happen, something he couldn’t quite grasp.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?”

But Han Biseong’s words only fueled his fear.

“Two c*cks, huh? You should have thought about that before you asked us both here.”

But neither Yoon Bisam nor Han Biseong had any intention of stopping now that they were both determined to fill Bomin with two c*cks. It was Bomin’s fault for wanting to go for two chickens instead of settling for just one.