SS 9 Part 6

“Let’s do it now.”

Bomin grabbed the empty water bottle from Shi Yu-hyeon’s hand and threw it on the floor. He kissed Shi Yu-hyeon’s lips and cheeks and whined, prompting Shi Yu-hyeon to give a troubled smile.

“I really want to, but… Bomin-ssi has already c*m twice in a row. He was very tired from preparing for the wedding.”

Bomin had said he was fine, but to Shi Yu-hyeon’s eyes, Bomin looked exhausted. The s*men that had soaked his thighs was still warm.

If his s*men was this warm, Bomin’s insides must be even hotter. He knew what kind of pleasure it would bring to penetrate those insides with his c*ck, but he wanted Bomin to catch his breath, even for a moment.

“That’s right, Bomin-ah. I’ll suck you off.”

“Huh…?“

Kim Seohun also moved quickly, lest Bomin take another person’s c*ck into his hole. He knelt in front of Bomin.

Currently, Bomin was leaning his cheek against Shi Yu-hyeon’s shoulder and sitting with his legs stretched out. At Kim Seohun’s signal, Shi Yu-hyeon reluctantly changed Bomin’s position.

“Why suddenly…”

Bomin ended up sitting with his legs spread open, completely exposing his front to Kim Seohun.

“…What a sight.”

Since c*mming once was far from enough, Song Jaeho was still playing with his exposed c*ck.

He had endured while watching Yoon Bisam fuck Bomin, imagining his own c*ck ravaging that soft flesh.

But now, with Bomin sprawled out, his body flushed with arousal, he couldn’t help but lick his lips.

Song Jaeho started stroking his c*ck up and down, his gaze fixed on Bomin. Yoon Bisam clicked his tongue and shoved his still-er*ct c*ck back into his pants.

“His hole is already swollen…”

Kim Seohun’s eyebrows drooped pathetically. Bomin felt as if he had done something terrible to Kim Seohun, even though it was his own body.

“Yu-hyeon-ssi…”

Bomin turned his head and looked up at Shi Yu-hyeon. Despite Bomin’s wavering voice, Shi Yu-hyeon didn’t change his position and instead pulled down the pants and underwear that were covering Bomin’s lower body.

Only the garter belt remained, precariously covering Bomin’s body. Although calling it covering was a bit of a stretch.

“It’s Bomin-ssi‘s turn to enjoy himself properly this time.”

Instead of taking out his er*ct c*ck, Shi Yu-hyeon placed his hands on Bomin’s chest. Bomin’s n*pples were already er*ct and a tempting shade of pink.

As he took a n*pple in each hand and rubbed them teasingly, Bomin tilted his head back and rubbed the back of his head against Shi Yu-hyeon’s shoulder.

“Ah…”

A teardrop that had welled up in the corner of his reddened eyes trailed down his temple. Shi Yu-hyeon placed his lips on Bomin’s slightly swollen eyelid.

He stuck out his tongue and licked away the newly formed tears, causing Bomin’s eyebrows to furrow and his eyelashes to flutter.

“Bomin-ie‘s c*ck is pretty too.”

While Bomin was lost in Shi Yu-hyeon’s gentle caresses, Kim Seohun carefully examined the fair c*ck. The smooth flesh was unobstructed.

It was so devoid of pigmentation that it looked like a sculpture crafted from the sweetest colors in the world.

Kim Seohun’s eyes glazed over, and he suddenly lowered his head. He opened his mouth wide and took the delectable flesh into his mouth.

“Heut…!“

The c*ck was instantly enveloped in warm mucous membranes. Bomin was startled and looked down. Kim Seohun was looking up at him, Bomin’s c*ck fully engulfed in his mouth.

His large eyes were unfocused. Hot breaths escaped from beneath his round nose. Judging by Kim Seohun’s expression alone, it was as if Bomin’s c*ck was coated in an aphrodisiac.

As the redness around Kim Seohun’s eyes came into view, Bomin involuntarily bucked his hips upward.

“Eugh…”

Kim Seohun didn’t flinch and instead took Bomin’s c*ck even deeper. He then tightened his lips and sucked hard on the hardening c*ck.

“Haaa…!“

Bomin writhed, at a loss for what to do. It felt as if the pleasure from his c*ck had exploded before his eyes. For a fleeting moment, his vision went black.

Kim Seohun, observing Bomin’s reaction, sucked on his c*ck repeatedly, making a smacking sound. Bomin reached out and grabbed Kim Seohun’s hair at the feeling of his c*ck being suctioned.

The stimulation was too intense. He was seized by the urge to pull Kim Seohun’s head away from him, even if just for a moment.

“It’s okay, Bomin-ssi.”

It was Shi Yu-hyeon who pulled Bomin’s hand away before he could clench it. He intertwined their fingers, their hands differing in size by almost a knuckle.

“I’ll touch your n*pples. You like this, right?”

Their clasped hands moved to Bomin’s trembling n*pples. The pink n*pples became more prominent each time Bomin took a ragged breath.

Shi Yu-hyeon guided Bomin’s hand to his n*pples. Bomin curled his fingers as his n*pples were pinched to the point of being flattened.

“Ah, uh…!“

That naturally resulted in his nails scratching the sensitive flesh.

“You’re doing well.”

Shi Yu-hyeon placed his lips on Bomin’s temple as if praising him. His voice, close to Bomin’s ear, was incredibly sweet, as if coated in honey.

With no more distractions, Kim Seohun began to savor Bomin’s c*ck in earnest. He briefly took the flesh he had engulfed to the root out of his mouth.

He licked up the length of the c*ck with the rough surface of his tongue. The faintly visible veins could be felt even on his tongue.

Passing over the shaft glistening with saliva, Kim Seohun sucked on the glans. The fluid gathering at the urethral opening was swallowed down Kim Seohun’s throat before it had a chance to escape.

“Haa, ugh…!“

Bomin thrashed as Kim Seohun sharpened the tip of his tongue and rubbed it against the urethral opening as if to pry it open. His spread thighs trembled.

“W-Wait…!”

Bomin shook his head violently and tried to get away from the two. However, his efforts were futile on his own.

His body would inevitably go limp from the simultaneous sensations assaulting him from above and below, even when he tried to resist.

“Eugh…”

Kim Seohun, who had been tormenting the glans for a while, pressed against the back of Bomin’s knees and swallowed his c*ck to the root. He then tightly constricted his throat around the glans.

“Ah, s-stop…! I think I’m going to c*m…!”

Even though he had just c*m, s*men was welling up in his urethra as if ready to erupt. Knowing that Bomin was close to c*mming, Kim Seohun, instead of retreating, pulled the c*ck deeper into his throat.

“Hng…!“

Finally, Bomin bucked his hips and came inside Kim Seohun’s mouth. Pleasure washed over him from head to toe.

His stomach churned with pleasure. Even though s*men was erupting from his c*ck, he was tormented by the urge to release even more.

Bomin’s hand, intertwined with Shi Yu-hyeon’s, tightened with force. Kim Seohun didn’t let go of Bomin’s trembling c*ck, allowing the s*men to flow until the very last drop.

Only when even continuous sucking yielded no taste did Kim Seohun release Bomin’s c*ck from his mouth. The pale pink c*ck was clean, as if the orgasm had been a lie.

It was just more glistening than usual, covered in saliva. Kim Seohun rolled Bomin’s candy-like balls in his mouth and licked thoroughly around the base.

“Seohun-ah, please… hngh…”

The pleasure of c*mming while having his c*ck sucked was never something he got used to, even though everyone took turns sucking him off.

Bomin pathetically reached out to Kim Seohun, afraid that if he left him like this, Kim Seohun would devour his c*ck again. This time, Shi Yu-hyeon didn’t stop Bomin.

“Yes, Bomin-ah. Did you like it a lot? Your c*ck is still twitching.”

Oblivious to Bomin’s dazed mind, Kim Seohun grabbed Bomin’s hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it, smiling brightly.

“Your c*m is really delicious.”

“Haa...”

At Kim Seohun’s following words, Bomin squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t like this before. When they first had s*x, he was an innocent boy who cried, not knowing what to do.

Bomin was momentarily lost in remorse, reflecting on how much he had corrupted Kim Seohun. It was then, as he slowly lifted his tear-laden eyelashes…

Screeeech—

The wedding car had come to a stop in a corner of the hotel parking lot. Han Biseong, who had even turned off the engine in one go, roughly ran a hand through his hair.

“We’re at the hotel. Can I taste Lee Bomin now?”

If it weren’t for the self-control he had cultivated since meeting Bomin, Han Biseong would have stopped the car countless times, given his personality. He had endured his desire to speed, considering Bomin’s safety.

The moment the entrance to the hotel parking lot came into view, his c*ck twitched in his pants, as if begging to be released from its suffocating prison.

“We should have just had the wedding ceremony one by one in turn.”

Song Jaeho expressed his displeasure. Even though he had anticipated this, he felt frustrated at not being able to monopolize Bomin.

The only person he wanted to marry in his life was Bomin. Bomin’s brightly smiling face during the wedding ceremony was still vivid in his mind, as if permanently etched there.

He wanted to get Bomin thoroughly drunk, reminiscing about that image, but there were more than one or two competitors.

Moreover, he had already c*m inside Bomin once, so he didn’t know when his turn would come again. The thought made his chest tight.

“It’s fine.”

Fortunately, Kim Seohun had come to his senses after the car stopped. He abruptly stood up from his kneeling position and used his jacket to cover Bomin’s exposed lower body.

Seeing Song Jaeho’s frustration, Bomin beckoned him over. Song Jaeho, who had been displaying his displeasure until just a moment ago, obediently approached Bomin like a dog on a leash.

“I’ll let each of you have the wedding play you want, so cheer up.”

They were all overflowing with virility, as if he had specifically chosen such people. These people had to share Bomin, so not only were their physical desires accumulating, but their psychological needs were also unmet.

Bomin also felt a pang of frustration at the thought of having to share them with others, even for a short time.

He knew he was being selfish, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had no choice but to appease them as much as possible.

“Really?”

“Yes. Have you ever seen me lie?”

At Bomin’s promise, Song Jaeho finally relaxed. The tense atmosphere in the car eased somewhat as the promise extended to everyone else.

“Okay, but it’s me now.”

However, Han Biseong couldn’t endure any longer. He opened the back door and pulled Bomin, who was leaning against Shi Yu-hyeon, into his arms.

“Bomin is naked right now!”

Kim Seohun was startled and hurriedly got out of the car. He grabbed the jacket that had slipped off and covered Bomin with it, but with only a garter belt covering him, more skin was exposed than concealed.

“Calm down.”

Jeong Hotae patted Kim Seohun’s frantically tapping foot and moved his shadow. A black, cloth-like shadow enveloped Bomin’s body.

“This is a first.”

Bomin smiled at Jeong Hotae, intrigued by the novel experience.

“Are you okay?”

Jeong Hotae hadn’t touched Bomin in the car either. But that didn’t mean his feelings for Bomin were any less than the others’.

“No, I’m at my limit too.”

Jeong Hotae shook his head slightly and gave a troubled smile. Bomin’s gaze fell on his grotesquely swollen thighs.

“Did we… bring any recovery potions?”

Bomin was suddenly gripped by the unsettling feeling that tonight would be very long. No, not just tonight.

They had all taken a week off for the wedding and honeymoon, on the condition that they stay in South Korea.

A large number of S-rank Espers, including the association president, were away from the association. Naturally, there had been objections.

Therefore, they had agreed to be dispatched immediately if an incident requiring their intervention occurred or a high-level dungeon opened, and only then were they granted leave.

In other words… unless something happened, Bomin would be tormented by these men with their hard c*cks for a whole week.

“Of course. So, let’s go quickly.”

Han Biseong lifted Bomin as if to reassure him not to worry. His steps toward the hotel quickened.

Bomin had no choice but to lean his cheek against Han Biseong’s chest and take short breaths.

It was his own fault, so he had to accept it; what else could he do now?

As expected, from the moment he entered the hotel room until the end of the honeymoon, Bomin couldn’t take a single step on the ground.