Chapter 36

Was that place normally supposed to get this wet?

The question drifted through Lee Jaeha’s mind, sluggish and unfocused.

The sounds of friction were slick and visceral, echoing with obscene clarity through the room. Despite the abundance of moisture, something immense was forcing its way through the tightly constricted space, producing a heavy, relentless squelch. It was not merely thick. It was unyieldingly hard, crushing against the inner walls that clenched around it without end. Jaeha could almost picture the prominent veins pulsing along the length of Jang Taegeon’s enormous shaft.

His insides contracted in an involuntary spasm. A tingling current surged through his perineum, humming with such intensity that it bordered on numbness.

“W-wait…”

At the broken plea, the man looming above him gave a short, humorless laugh.

Lee Jaeha had never felt a presence so massive or so heavy pinning him down. Jang Taegeon’s densely muscled frame pressed into him, the crushing weight of his upper body making Jaeha feel as though some ravenous beast were devouring him alive.

As Taegeon drove himself deep, both the bed and Lee Jaeha groaned in protest. The furniture should never have been capable of making such a sound. It was an expensive brand renowned for its durable mattress and reinforced frame, yet even it seemed helpless beneath the deliberate downward force of Taegeon’s thrusts.

Jaeha was no better off than the bed. His hip bones throbbed with a deep, persistent ache, while the brutal ramming between his spread legs pushed him steadily toward madness.

His own fully erect length slapped against Jang Taegeon’s rock-hard abdomen with every driving motion of the man’s hips. The wet, squelching noise seemed to come from the thoroughly drenched tip of Jaeha’s cock. His urethral opening gaped slightly, releasing a continuous stream of pre-cum.

The slick shaft gleamed beneath a transparent coating of fluid, so nakedly exposed that the sight alone was mortifying. Jaeha shuddered, but Taegeon did not slow for even a second.

“I’m a very meticulous creditor.” Taegeon’s voice was low and measured. “I make sure to collect even the smallest verbal promises.”

“Ah, hh, no… no, hngh…”

The ridge of Taegeon’s glans scraped tirelessly across the small, swollen protrusion of Jaeha’s prostate, grinding against the hypersensitive inner wall. Blood rushed to the tips of his nipples, leaving his chest prickling with unbearable heat.

The sensation was completely foreign, which was disorienting enough on its own. Experiencing it beneath Jang Taegeon’s watchful gaze made the vertigo far worse.

“Want me to suck your nipples?”

The words were vulgar, delivered with a low, deep chuckle as Taegeon lowered his mouth and swallowed Jaeha’s areola whole.

Jaeha threw his head back, his entire body trembling beyond control. Why did he feel like this? Even the penetration had not truly hurt. Despite taking something so enormous, his body had merely stretched, tightened, and adapted with an ease that defied all reason.

It was strange. Functionally, his body was not suited to receive another Alpha.

And yet, like this…

“Hh, st-ah, ah!”

A rough tongue swept across his fully erect nipple, and Jaeha clawed at the bedsheets. His grip tightened with such force that the fabric tore beneath his fingers. Taegeon chuckled, his gaze sliding over the tattered remains.

“Go ahead and destroy all the furniture.” He licked his lower lip and lifted his hips slightly. “Are you enjoying it that much?”

Jaeha felt Taegeon’s gaze travel over him with slow, predatory intent. It lingered on his nipples, swollen and flushed a dark red, glistening with saliva. It moved down the firm planes of his abdomen, now speckled with translucent beads of pre-ejaculate that had spilled from his cock, then drifted over his pulsing sex and the slightly darkened skin of his perineum. Finally, it settled on the place where their bodies remained locked together in a tight, seamless junction.

Even through the suffocating fog clouding his mind, Jaeha instinctively tried to lower his hands and shield his genitals and perineum from view. Unlike his own meticulously waxed skin, Jang Taegeon’s coarse thicket of hair was matted with beads of transparent, viscous sexual fluid that Jaeha could not immediately identify.

Realization struck almost at once.

It was his.

Unfortunately, Taegeon appeared to reach the same conclusion. He extended a hand and wrapped it firmly around Jaeha’s cock.

“No, hnn! Ah, h…!”

“Jaeha-ya.” Taegeon’s voice softened with deceptive tenderness. “What’s wrong? Tell me. Don’t you like this?”

His tone carried the soothing quality one might use to quiet a fretful child, but the gentleness was nothing more than a facade. Jaeha could only cling desperately to the wrist gripping and stroking his length, his silent pleas going entirely ignored.

His toes curled so violently that he thought the bones in his feet might snap. Even when he dug his heels deep into the mattress and tried to drag himself away, Taegeon merely chuckled, his hold remaining immovable.

A broken, sniffling sound slipped from Jaeha’s throat. His cock was drenched in a slippery sheen of pre-cum, though he could no longer remember when the leaking had begun. It resembled a long piece of candy coated in thick syrup.

Taegeon’s thumb pressed ruthlessly against the urethral opening. If it had simply hurt, perhaps the maddening sensitivity that made Jaeha feel as though he were dying might have eased. Instead, every press ignited a simultaneous, unbearable itching sensation, accompanied by the terrifying impression that something was about to burst from deep within his perineum.

He was barely enduring the onslaught when Taegeon drove his hips forward without a shred of mercy. The sensation of that massive, vein-ridged cock scouring his inner walls struck with violent force.

A sudden, overwhelming need to urinate crashed through him. Jaeha’s neck arched into a rigid curve, and he could not even force out a proper moan. His entire body shook helplessly beneath the pressure.

He reached out and tried to push Taegeon’s hand away with his fingertips, but the effort accomplished nothing.

The tips of his pale, shell-like nails turned white with strain. Taegeon took in the pitiful sight and laughed.

“Wa, wait, it won’t… h, ah! Can’t, h, ah! H… No…”

The base of Jaeha’s shaft swelled, forming a pronounced ridge as he desperately fought to contain the urge to urinate.

Taegeon was suddenly tempted to lower his mouth and suck on that delicious-looking swell, but he forced himself to remain patient. Burying himself deep inside Jaeha was far more satisfying.

Jaeha’s pleas grew increasingly frantic. He begged Taegeon to take his hand away, insisting he could not hold it any longer.

Taegeon did not listen.

That cold ruthlessness seemed to cling to his cock, transforming entirely into raw, electrifying sensation.

Before long, Jaeha could no longer endure the pressure. His urethral opening stretched wide, fluttered weakly shut, then burst open once more.

“Ah, ah…! Ah-h, ah!”

Transparent fluid seeped from the opening. The sensation of it traveling through his urethra was so vivid that Jaeha did not even notice his insides spasming around Taegeon’s shaft. He strained so hard that a deep dimple formed in each buttock.

The muscles along his inner thighs twitched uncontrollably.

His waist arched high, leaving a shallow hollow between the small of his back and the mattress.

A wet squelch echoed through the room as clear fluid splattered across Jaeha’s lean abdomen and chest. It soon turned cloudy, fading into a milky white as semen bled into it, the result of a slight, involuntary ejaculation.

Taegeon hoisted Jaeha’s pelvis upward and settled it firmly across his thighs before seizing both knees and forcing them down. Even during that movement, the enormous length buried inside him crushed against his internal anatomy with enough force to send a second spray of fluid from his urethra.

Afraid his eyes might roll back into his skull, Jaeha squeezed them shut. His timing failed him, leaving the whites fully exposed for a moment.

Taegeon absorbed the sight before lifting Jaeha’s hips entirely off the mattress, handling him with the clinical ease of someone changing an infant’s diaper. With his knees pinned back and his pelvis thrust high into the air, the resemblance became humiliatingly exact.

Except for some distant childhood memory he could no longer recall, this was the first time his most private parts and his rear had been exposed so completely to another person. Fluid continued to seep from his cock, yet Jaeha’s greatest concern was the degrading position in which Taegeon held him.

He was just about to protest that something about it felt wrong when Taegeon drove himself into the opening again, thrusting with the relentless force of a pillar being hammered into the earth.

“Ah! H, no, ah…! Wai, h-ick, hate, h-ick!”

The wet slap of colliding flesh rang through the room.

Taegeon remained silent, devoting himself entirely to the deep, measured rhythm of his thrusts, but his gaze never left Jaeha’s face. It was predatory and intensely observant, monitoring whether Jaeha was absorbing every sensation being forced into him. He watched to see whether that greedy hole swallowed him completely or whether the pleasure spilled helplessly over.

Jaeha bit down on his lower lip and shook his head, desperately attempting to deny what he felt. The sensation, however, was impossible to ignore. Deep within his swollen inner walls, a small mound no larger than a kidney bean had risen, growing even more pronounced beneath the relentless stimulation.

Taegeon’s cock possessed a distinct groove just below the ridge of the glans. With every thrust, that ridge caught against the swollen internal mound and triggered another wave of violent, electrifying pleasure.

Jaeha’s erection refused to subside even after his first release. He became convinced that he had lost control of his bladder. He had leaked before, but never in such an overwhelming volume.

He could imagine no other explanation. A dizzying despair flickered across his flushed, humiliated face.

Taegeon noticed it immediately.

“It isn’t urine.” His tone was almost gentle. “It’s sexual fluid.”

Only the delivery was soft. The words themselves were blunt.

Jaeha blinked without focus as searing heat swept through his body, seeming to strip his nervous system bare and reduce his vision to a trembling haze.

“You’ve probably never come like this before.”

“H… Ah…”

“It’s going to happen often from now on.” Genuine amusement colored Taegeon’s voice. “Are you planning to look this surprised every time?”

The teasing note bordered on outright delight. Jaeha groaned softly, the sound only making the sensation more difficult to withstand.

Taegeon shifted his weight and lowered his upper body. The movement forced his cock to grind more heavily into Jaeha’s innermost depths.

He pressed his lips to Jaeha’s earlobe, his voice descending into a low, decadent whisper. Whatever he said was so obscene and so completely unbearable that Jaeha could only squeeze his eyes shut.

Unable to stop the words from reaching him, he chose to block out the sight instead. Taegeon’s quiet laughter vibrated against his skin, accompanied by the vivid sensation of his cock twitching deep inside him.

Perhaps the most agonizing part of all was that Taegeon had yet to find his own release.

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