PV Ch.23 Part 3

Squelch. Yoon Bisam was the first to pull out, his c*m stretching and breaking as he withdrew. 

Shi Yu-hyeon carefully followed, his c*m spilling out as his head left Bomin’s hole.

It felt like he was being emptied from the inside out. His thighs trembled.

“Mmm…”

Jeong Hotae, cupping Bomin’s face, kissed him gently. It was a soft, comforting kiss, his tongue soothing Bomin’s swollen lips.

Bomin’s tongue darted out, meeting Jeong Hotae’s. Jeong Hotae pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it. 

“Mhm, ah…”

Bomin’s trembling subsided as Jeong Hotae deepened the kiss.

Won Seongwoo, his hand gently stroking Bomin’s back, reached down to caress his ass. C*m continued to leak from his swollen hole.

Bomin leaned against Jeong Hotae, his body weak. Jeong Hotae’s tongue explored his mouth, his touch possessive. 

Bomin, unconsciously, rubbed his hardened n*pple against Jeong Hotae’s chest. Song Jaeho’s c*ck, buried deep inside him, brushed against the other. Bomin’s n*pple, slick with c*m, glistened. 

He squirmed, his body reacting to their touch, heat pooling in his lower abdomen. 

It was a heat that wouldn’t be satisfied until he was filled. He pushed his ass back. 

“Really… Lee Bomin… you…” 

His hole was so swollen that the wrinkles had disappeared. Won Seongwoo hesitated, but Bomin’s eager movements spurred him on. He aligned himself, the tip of his c*ck pressing against Bomin’s entrance.

“Hng, ah…”

Bomin, his lips still locked with Jeong Hotae’s, moaned. Won Seongwoo, his hand on Bomin’s waist, holding him in place, thrust forward.

“Ah…!”

He was buried deep inside, the head of his c*ck hitting Bomin’s prostate. Bomin’s eyes widened as he felt himself being stretched. His soft c*ck hardened.

“Cute…” 

Kim Seohun, seeing Bomin’s twitching c*ck, reached for it, stroking it gently. It felt smooth and firm in his hand.

“Lee Bomin, are you going to get pregnant at this rate?” 

Song Jaeho, his hand pressing against Bomin’s distended stomach, chuckled. Bomin squirmed, his insides already cramped from Won Seongwoo’s c*ck.

Jeong Hotae, his mouth slightly open, licked a stray drop of saliva from his chin before kissing him. 

“Ah, ugh…!”

He groaned as he felt those tight walls clenching around him. Won Seongwoo, after catching his breath, pulled back slightly, then thrust in again.

Bomin’s gaze, unfocused, fell on his stomach, which was moving with each thrust.

“Ah, hng, haa…” 

He whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes. 

When he had been with two c*cks, he had been overwhelmed by the pressure. They had been careful too, worried about hurting him. 

But with only one inside, Won Seongwoo was free to move as he pleased. He thrust into Bomin, his movements relentless, his eyes half-lidded. 

“Haa…! Ah, ugh…” 

Bomin, his knees buckling, struggled to stay upright. He curled his toes as he felt someone’s c*ck rubbing against the soles of his feet.

Won Seongwoo, like a runaway train, pounded into him, stretching him open. 

Bomin’s moans, his mouth wide open, were as pitiful as a trapped animal.

He felt like he was sinking with every thrust. 

He rubbed his tear-stained cheek against Jeong Hotae’s face. Jeong Hotae gently brushed his hair back.

“Ah, haa, hng…” 

It felt like his insides were being flattened, stretched to their limit by Won Seongwoo’s relentless thrusts. He worried his skin might split open.

His ears were filled with the sounds of sucking, his n*pples being abused. It felt like his chest was being hollowed out, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

He came again, his c*m thin and watery. 

Won Seongwoo, groaning, came as he felt those walls pulsing around him, milking him.

His c*m spilled out, coating Bomin’s hole. He didn’t stop, his c*ck still buried deep inside. 

Bomin’s body shuddered as he felt the heat of Won Seongwoo’s c*m. 

“Haa…”

Won Seongwoo pulled out, and Bomin collapsed. Kim Seohun, moving quickly, caught him.

“Bomin-ah, are you okay…?”

“Ah, y-yes…” 

He clung to Kim Seohun’s neck, his chest heaving. He could feel his c*m leaking out. 

He was so tired, he felt like he could fall asleep right here.

“One more time…”

“I-I’m fine, but…” 

Kim Seohun was the only one who hadn’t been inside him.

Bomin, using his last bit of energy, reached down, stroking his c*ck. 

He leaned against Kim Seohun, lifting his hips. His hole, still stretched from Won Seongwoo, eagerly took him. 

“Ah…” 

He was buried to the hilt. Kim Seohun, his face flushed, blushed, his hands hovering awkwardly over Bomin’s back.

“You… can move…”

Bomin wished he had the energy to move himself. He was barely able to breathe. 

He nibbled on Kim Seohun’s earlobe, his words a trigger. 

Kim Seohun, unable to hold back, stood up, his c*ck still inside Bomin.

“Aah…!” 

Bomin gasped as his body sank down under the weight. He felt like Kim Seohun’s c*ck was going to come out of his mouth. He wrapped his arms and legs around Kim Seohun, holding on tight.

Slap, slap, slap. The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed through the gazebo. He rubbed his tear-stained face against Kim Seohun’s neck. 

His insides ached, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. 

His hole, stretched by countless c*cks, eagerly took Kim Seohun, his inner muscles milking him. 

Kim Seohun pulled back slightly, his c*ck leaving a trail of saliva as Bomin’s inner flesh clung to him. He thrust back in, unable to resist. 

Bomin’s weight pressed down on him, his c*ck hitting Bomin’s prostate.

“Hng…! Ugh…!” 

Bomin’s eyes rolled back as Kim Seohun hit that sweet spot again. 

“Bomin-ah…” 

Jeong Hotae, approaching him from behind, kissed his neck. He held Bomin’s c*ck, stroking it in sync with Kim Seohun’s thrusts.

“Ah, ugh… hng, ah…!”

Jeong Hotae’s kisses were insistent, his teeth nipping at his skin. Bomin cried out, tears streaming down his face. 

This wasn’t gentle lovemaking. Kim Seohun was pounding into him, his movements animalistic. 

Kim Seohun’s hands moved to Bomin’s ass, spreading his cheeks. He could see Bomin’s stretched hole, greedily swallowing his c*ck. 

Jeong Hotae, his hand stroking Bomin’s slick c*ck, pressed his thumb against his slit. 

“Hng… ah… wait…”

Bomin’s inner muscles tightened, milking Kim Seohun. 

He came again, his body overwhelmed. His vision blurred, but he could see Kim Seohun’s flushed face, his eyes filled with lust.

He was being fucked roughly, but his expression… it was as if he was the one doing the taking.

“Bomin, Bomin-ah…”

Kim Seohun, his voice a needy whine, leaned in, his lips capturing his. Bomin licked his lips, and Kim Seohun, as if it were candy, sucked on his tongue.

He lifted Bomin up, then brought him down, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. 

“Ah, haa…!”

Jeong Hotae, at that moment, removed his finger from Bomin’s slit.

A thick stream of c*m, shot out from Bomin’s c*ck, arcing through the air.

Kim Seohun, overwhelmed by the feeling of Bomin’s inner muscles clenching around him, came as well, filling him to the brim.

“…Bomin-ah?”

“He’s out cold.” 

Bomin went limp. Kim Seohun, alarmed, cupped his cheeks. Jeong Hotae, pulling Bomin against him, held him close.

“Ugh… I can’t… anymore…” 

“Don’t worry, just sleep.” 

Bomin, his face smeared with c*m, mumbled in his sleep. Jeong Hotae smiled, pressing a light kiss against his forehead.

* * *

“The stars… they’re so beautiful.”

“You like it?”

“Yes. I love it.” 

Bomin, lying in a hammock, gazed up at the star-filled night sky. Song Jaeho brushed his hair back, his touch gentle. 

“Here’s a cocktail, Bomin-ssi.” 

“Did you make this yourself, Yu-hyeon-ssi?” 

“Yes.” 

Shi Yu-hyeon smiled shyly, handing him a cocktail glass garnished with a lime wedge. 

The drink, a beautiful shade of red, shimmered like the setting sun. 

“What about mine?”

“Here.”

“Just beer for me?”

“If you want a cocktail, make it yourself.”

“You stingy bastard.” 

Song Jaeho, who had been lying beside Bomin, sat up.

“Stop sulking. I brought you one.”

Han Biseong, holding two cocktails, handed one to Song Jaeho. Song Jaeho’s frown disappeared as he took the glass.

“I brought some cheese for snacks. Is that okay?”

“Yes, it looks delicious.”

Jeong Hotae arrived with a plate of assorted cheeses, each cut into bite-sized pieces. 

“How are you feeling, Bomin-ah?”

“I’m fine. Really. Don’t worry.”

Kim Seohun, who had immediately joined Bomin’s side upon arriving, checked his complexion. Bomin had spent the entire day recovering after his eight-way. 

It had been a long night. 

He had c*m so many times that he felt empty. Each of them was unique, their c*cks different sizes and shapes.

He had been pounded so hard, his prostate abused, that he had passed out from the pleasure. Even after regaining consciousness, his balls ached.

“But… eight at once… even I have my limits.”

He looked at them, all gathered around him. 

He loved s*x, but even he had reached his limit that night. 

But they weren’t satisfied. They hadn’t had enough. Their gazes, even as they sipped their cocktails, were fixated on Bomin. 

“…I want to do it again.” 

Won Seongwoo, usually sleepy, was the one who voiced what they were all thinking. His eyes, usually half-lidded, were now bright and focused.

Bomin felt his gaze on him, his body heating up. He took a sip of his cocktail, savoring the taste. 

Seven pairs of eyes watched as he swallowed. He drained the glass, unable to resist. 

“Oh…” 

It looked pretty, but the alcohol content was higher than he had anticipated. He giggled, his vision blurring. 

“Now that I’m tipsy… I kind of want to do it again…”

“Bomin-ah, what if you pass out again…?”

Kim Seohun’s voice was worried, but his eyes were sparkling with anticipation. He had been the one to push Bomin over the edge that night.

He was the smallest of them, and yet, he had been relentless.

“Hmm… maybe not?” 

“Ah…”

The others turned to glare at Kim Seohun as Bomin seemed to change his mind. The color drained from Kim Seohun’s face. 

Bomin, ignoring them, got up and walked over to Kim Seohun. He set Kim Seohun’s drink aside, then straddled him. 

“I think… I’m going to devour you tonight. Is that okay?” 

“…Really?”

He blushed, his earlier anxiety forgotten. 

“Yes.”

Kim Seohun, at Bomin’s confirmation, leaned in, capturing his lips. Bomin met him halfway, their tongues tangling. 

The peaceful mood, fueled by the starry night sky and cocktails, vanished, replaced by a palpable tension. 

Bomin, removing his clothes, kissed Kim Seohun deeply, his body clad only in his underwear.

Kim Seohun’s hand reached for Bomin’s chest, his fingers teasing his hardening n*pples. 

“Hng…?”

“What’s wrong, Bomin-ah?” 

Bomin’s eyes widened as he looked past Kim Seohun. Kim Seohun, with a sigh, turned his head. 

“Shooting stars…?”

“Make a wish!”

Bomin closed his eyes, his hands clasped together. Dozens of shooting stars streaked across the dark sky. 

The Espers, who had been preparing to join them, were mesmerized by the sight.

‘Please let me have s*x with my loved ones every day for the rest of my life. Let us all be happy and healthy. And please… keep them safe.’ 

One by one, they closed their eyes as Bomin made his wish. 

Their wishes might have been slightly different, but they all wanted the same thing—for Bomin to be happy, to stay by their sides forever.

And, if possible… for their rivals to die a painful death.

The shooting stars, as if acknowledging their wishes, streaked across the sky, their light even brighter than before. 

They opened their eyes, their gazes fixed on Bomin.

“Did you make a wish?”

They all nodded at Bomin’s question. Bomin smiled, his eyes sparkling brighter than the stars. 

“Then let’s have s*x!”

“Lee Bomin… really…” 

Song Jaeho sighed, his hand covering his face. And then, as if on cue, they all started stripping. 

Under the starry night sky, they came together, their bodies intertwined, their movements a promise of a future filled with endless pleasure. 

<I Possessed A Promiscuous Villain> End.