PV Ch.23 Part 2

“Oh god, Bomin-ah…” 

Kim Seohun, who had been holding Bomin’s head, came back to his senses first. 

He released Bomin, his eyes widening as he saw Bomin’s dazed expression. Tears streamed down his face.

“What… what have I done…?” 

“I-It’s okay…”

Bomin, his hand trembling, reached up to caress Kim Seohun’s cheek. Kim Seohun sobbed, his lips pressing against Bomin’s palm. 

“We should… stop for a bit. Bomin-ssi looks exhausted.”

Shi Yu-hyeon hurried over to them, his jacket wrapping around Bomin as he pulled him close. 

“But I’ve only c*m once… Fine, fine, I get it. You’re going to kill me with that look.”

Han Biseong, reluctantly pulling out, grumbled as Bomin was taken from him. His voice trailed off as he met Shi Yu-hyeon’s gaze. 

It was a cold, hard stare that made him feel as if a blade was pressed against his throat. 

“I-I’m fine…”

“…Bomin-ssi.” 

Bomin blinked, his gaze innocent. Shi Yu-hyeon sighed.

Bomin’s nose twitched at the warm air from his breath.

Shi Yu-hyeon, his lips brushing against Bomin’s nose, gently pushed his hair back, his heart aching for him.

“I know you love s*x. And I know you want to be with all of us. I’ve been letting you have your way because you seemed to enjoy it, but… I won’t let you destroy your body.” 

“But…”

“Drink some water first.”

Shi Yu-hyeon gestured towards Yoon Bisam. Yoon Bisam, using his powers, created a ball of water, offering it to Bomin.

“Good boy.”

Shi Yu-hyeon kissed Bomin’s cheek as he obediently drank, his chest finally calming down. 

“Want a sip of the potion?”

“Okay…” 

Bomin took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through his body. 

The ache in his hole, the rawness of his inner walls, vanished. 

“Are you hungry?” 

“Not yet… I want… to have s*x…”

Bomin, his arms wrapping around Shi Yu-hyeon’s neck, licked his lower lip.

Shi Yu-hyeon’s blue eyes, bathed in the moonlight, were darker than usual. 

Bomin, meeting his gaze, smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“Mhm…” 

Shi Yu-hyeon’s fingers tangled in Bomin’s hair, his lips capturing his. 

Bomin’s hands went to his waist, his body pressing against Shi Yu-hyeon’s to keep from being pushed back. 

He was grateful for the potion. He would have collapsed if he was still recovering from Han Biseong’s assault. 

Shi Yu-hyeon’s fingers grazed his entrance, which was still slick with c*m. Bomin, his tongue darting out, moaned as he felt those fingers exploring him. 

“Join us.”

Yoon Bisam approached Bomin from behind. Shi Yu-hyeon, frowning slightly, glanced at Bomin, who nodded. He then added two more fingers, stretching Bomin open. 

“Hng, ah…” 

Bomin’s body bucked with every movement. Three fingers weren’t even close to the girth of a single c*ck. 

He was insatiable, his hips moving as he stretched himself, the sight making them all ache with desire. Yoon Bisam, unable to hold back any longer, pressed his lips against Bomin’s shoulder. 

“I’m… going in…”

Bomin’s head slowly tilted back, his skin tingling as Shi Yu-hyeon’s tongue left his mouth. 

Shi Yu-hyeon, mirroring Bomin’s earlier actions, licked Bomin’s bottom lip. 

“Okay. I’ll give you what you want.”

He churned his fingers inside, then spread them wide, stretching Bomin open. He, too, was struggling to remain in control. 

Bomin’s hole, despite having taken two c*cks, was still tight and hot. 

His own c*ck, hardening, throbbed against Bomin’s ass as he prepared him. 

He pulled it out, aligning himself, then pushed down, his hand wrapping around Bomin’s waist.

“Ah…!”

His c*ck easily slid inside, the feeling of Bomin’s slick walls overwhelming. He peppered Bomin’s face with kisses, his thumb gently wiping away his tears. 

His c*ck, thick and pink, disappeared and reappeared between Bomin’s pale ass cheeks. 

The veins on Shi Yu-hyeon’s hand throbbed as Bomin’s inner muscles clenched around him. 

“Let me in too, Lee Bomin.” 

Yoon Bisam’s fingers massaged the flesh around Bomin’s stretched entrance. He had tried this before, but Bomin had glared at him, and he had been forced to back down. 

Tonight, however, seemed different. Bomin barely glanced at him as he slipped a finger inside. 

He slowly stretched him open, revealing the inside. Bomin’s hole, still slick with their c*m, glistened. 

“…I’m going to have to be careful if I want to stay sane.”

Bomin’s hole, initially resistant, was now pulsing around his finger. 

He pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance, his fingers having created enough space. He slowly pushed in.

“Ah, ah…” 

“You cry like this when it hurts… and yet, you keep asking for more…” 

Yoon Bisam’s lips curved into a smile as he heard Bomin cry out. He wasn’t enjoying Bomin’s pain; he simply found him endearing. 

“Bomin-ah…”

Kim Seohun, sitting beside him, clenched his fists, his tongue darting out to lick his knuckles.

His fingers uncurled, reaching for Kim Seohun’s erection.

“Hng…”

Kim Seohun spread his legs. Bomin’s hand stroked his hard c*ck. 

He shivered as Bomin’s hand moved up and down. He couldn’t help himself; he bucked his hips, Bomin’s hand becoming his own personal fuck toy. 

“I can’t take it anymore.”

Won Seongwoo, the last one to move, had been frozen, his mind reeling from the image of taking Bomin in his true form.

His instincts screamed at him to be with Bomin, his desire reaching its peak. 

He had been watching Bomin, his gaze fixated, even as he remained motionless.

His c*ck, straining against his clothes, throbbed. And then, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He strode towards Bomin.

“Come… here…” 

Bomin, his free hand reaching for Won Seongwoo’s belt, unbuckled it. Won Seongwoo, his hands covering Bomin’s, quickly removed his pants and underwear. 

His c*ck, released from its confines, sprang free.

“Your head… it’s so big…”

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck had the largest head among them. Bomin, leaning down, kissed the tip. 

And then, his tongue darted out, probing the slit.

“Haa…” 

Won Seongwoo’s hot breath hit his face. It wasn’t just Won Seongwoo; Shi Yu-hyeon, Yoon Bisam, even Kim Seohun… they were all groaning.

To Bomin, it was the most beautiful symphony.

The sour, metallic taste filled his mouth. It was a taste some might find repulsive, but to him… it was a delicacy. 

The soft, yet firm head, twitched under his tongue. It was almost too big for his mouth. He nibbled on the tip, his tongue swirling around the slit.

His hole clenched with each pulse of pleasure that shot through him. 

“Ugh, Bomin-ssi…”

“Try to relax.”

Bomin’s hole, already filled with two c*cks, was squeezing them mercilessly. 

Shi Yu-hyeon, his hand moving to Bomin’s chest, gently pinched his swollen n*pples.

“Hng, ah, mhm…” 

Bomin leaned into his touch, his gaze meeting Won Seongwoo’s. 

He opened his mouth, showing off the pool of prec*m he had collected, then swallowed it with a gulp. 

He licked Won Seongwoo’s shaft, as if savoring the taste. 

“Open… your mouth…” 

Won Seongwoo, his hand trembling, touched Bomin’s lips. Bomin, without hesitation, took the head of his c*ck into his mouth. 

Drool spilled from his lips, his cheek bulging around Won Seongwoo’s c*ck.

He swirled his tongue around the sensitive head, his hand stroking the base. 

Slurp, slurp. The sounds of their wet flesh echoed through the gazebo. It wasn’t just his mouth; his hole, his hand… they were all making obscene sounds.

He was about to stroke Won Seongwoo’s c*ck when…

“Tell me if you’re tired. Don’t push yourself.” 

Song Jaeho, his voice strained, grabbed Bomin’s hand, pulling him closer. Bomin’s fingers disappeared inside his mouth. 

Bomin’s eyes crinkled at the corners. He bobbed his head, slowly taking Won Seongwoo deeper. 

The head hit the back of his throat, making him gag. C*m dribbled down his chin. 

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck disappeared into his mouth, then reappeared, slick with saliva.

“Hng, ah, mhm…”

His hole, stretched to its limit by the two c*cks inside, throbbed. He tightened his grip on Won Seongwoo’s c*ck as he felt them knotting together inside him. 

Their faces were flushed, their eyes glazed over. The air in the gazebo was thick with lust.

Even Jeong Hotae and Han Biseong, who had been watching, were starting to feel the heat.

Bomin, his body completely given over to them, smiled as he felt two more presences approaching.

Jeong Hotae and Han Biseong wasted no time in finding their places. Jeong Hotae, pulling one of Bomin’s legs towards him, started massaging it. 

He kneaded the muscles, his tongue soothing the sensitive skin behind Bomin’s knee. 

“I’ve never seen anything so hot…” 

Han Biseong joined Won Seongwoo. Bomin’s mouth was occupied, but his body was practically oozing with s*x appeal. 

He nudged Bomin’s cheek with his c*ck, the tip brushing against his skin. A clear fluid smeared on his fair skin. He then slid his c*ck down his cheek, enjoying the way Bomin’s head moved with it.

His hair, though damp with sweat, was clean. He had taken all their c*m inside him, his dark hair shining in the moonlight. 

“It would look so good… covered in c*m…” 

Han Biseong’s lips curved into a smile as he caressed Bomin’s earlobe. He rubbed the tip of his c*ck against the entrance, his frustration growing. 

He couldn’t possibly fuck his ear. Instead, he pressed his c*ck against Bomin’s jaw. 

“Hng, ah, mhm…”

Bomin’s moans were almost incoherent. Song Jaeho, his hand gripping Bomin’s balls, pounded into him. 

Bomin felt like his chest was going to explode. It was one thing to have his n*pples sucked and pinched, but now his c*ck was being stroked too. And someone was licking his slit.

He came, his body convulsing, as the sensations overwhelmed him.

“Hng, ah, mhm…” 

They all groaned as Bomin’s inner muscles clenched around them. 

Han Biseong, with a satisfied smile, rubbed his c*ck against Bomin’s hair, smearing it with c*m.