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He thrust his cock repeatedly, centering on his sensitive spot. Unable to withstand the relentless force, Sim Eunho’s body kept arching upward.

Yeorok grabbed one of Sim Eunho’s limp calves and wrapped it around his waist. Even in the frenzy, he lifted Sim Eunho’s remaining leg up. It was admirable.

As he bent down to his waist, his arms wrapped around him too. His entire body clung to him like glue.

Yeorok continued thrusting in that position. With each jolt of their joined bodies, a moan of pain and excitement erupted from below.

Occasionally, their lips intertwined. While Eunho was distracted by the kiss, Yeorok pressed deep into the tender flesh inside. As he thrust the rest of his member in completely, Eunho tightened his limbs around him with a muffled groan.

Simultaneously, Yeorok’s lower lip was caught between his teeth.

The chewed lip didn’t hurt at all. Instead, the pleasure spreading up his spine was far more intense.

Before they knew it, their naked bodies were drenched in sweat. Boiling hot, they kept slamming their bodies together, their sweat mixing so thoroughly it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

Squish, squelch, each time they pressed together, wet flesh clung viscously before pulling apart. Their ragged breaths and the heat threatened to cook their very brains.

Yeorok swallowed his gasping breaths and quickened his thrusts. As the fierce penetration repeated, Eunho pressed his flushed forehead against Yeorok’s straight, protruding collarbone.

Short nails dug deep into Yeorok’s shoulder blades.

“Hng! Ugh, ng! Ah!”

Shattering moans followed one after another. The more Eunho trembled, the more Yeorok’s jaw clenched. The rock-hard tip crushing his inner wall.

Tiny spasms spread through his entire body, traveling up from their tightly joined groin. When the movement stopped, his calf wrapped around Yeorok’s waist also slipped loose.

After briefly savoring the afterglow of climax, Yeorok slowly straightened his waist. He peeled off the heavy, filled condom, then turned his neck in a full circle and let out a deep sigh.

His gaze suddenly drifted downward. Sim Eunho’s lower abdomen was smeared [stolen content]with semen, though Yeorok couldn’t tell when it had happened.

Yeorok leaned forward to examine Sim Eunho, who lay limp, exhausted. Propping himself up with straight arms on the bed, he stared intently at Sim Eunho for a long moment. Yeorok, who hadn’t blinked once, suddenly laughed hollowly.

“You’re really asleep?”

He lay down on the bed as it was. Beside him, heavy, labored breathing continued.

Eunho had fallen asleep. Even when Yeorok tapped the red, swollen area around his eyes, the tightly shut eyelids wouldn’t open. His long eyelashes were clumped together, soaked with sweat and tears.

Yeorok quietly admired the defenseless Eunho, his head resting on the pillow. At first, he’d thought they looked like doppelgängers, but seeing him like this, he was just a different face. Before he knew it, his hand had reached out and was stroking Eunho’s damp forehead.

“……”

Yeorok got up and headed for the bathroom. The sound of water running echoed inside for a while.

Soon, he came out again and took care of Eunho. Cleaning up afterward was Read on the job for someone with their wits about them.

***

When Eunho opened his eyes, he saw the off-white ceiling of the living room. He was lying on the sofa, even dressed in his clothes.

It took a long time just to shake off the daze. Even his eyes wouldn’t open properly.

When he touched his eyes, he felt the swollen eyelids beneath his fingertips.

Bright sunlight flooded deep into the living room. 10 AM. Checking the time only made it more absurd.

“I slept like a log.”

Eunho rubbed his forehead and laughed hollowly.

The house was eerily quiet. As he pushed himself up from the sofa, a groan escaped him. The sensation [Read on]inside his buttocks felt vividly real, as if something was still lodged there.

Sim Eunho shuffled slowly toward the bedroom. Peeking through the slightly open door, he saw the neatly made bed. There was no trace of the previous night’s chaos.

If his body hadn’t felt so uncomfortable, he might have mistaken it for a dream.

Once he was certain Yeorok had left, the tension in his entire body instantly dissolved. Eunho staggered over and collapsed onto the bed. Being back in the same place naturally brought yesterday’s memories flooding back.

Was sex always this exhausting? His body felt like it was about to fall apart.

He casually pulled up his T-shirt. The moment he lowered his head, a strange “hic!” sound escaped him. No wonder, the state of his nipples was horrific. They were not only protruding but one was bruised purple. The battered nipples looked like they didn’t belong to him no matter how he looked at them.

Since things had come to this, he pulled down his pants too. The sticky feeling down there had been bothering him since earlier. Eunho carefully got down on his knees. When he grabbed his buttocks and spread them apart, a distinctly lewd squelching sound resounded.

Even leaning his head down as far as he could, there was no way to see his own rear hole directly. He whimpered like a cat licking its own balls, kept trying to lower his head, and finally gave up, flopping back down.

Touching it was scary, but he had no choice but to decide to touch visit our site it himself. Eunho took a deep breath and spread his kneeling legs wide. Holding one buttock, he slid his finger in carefully and felt the swollen hole. After such a rough act, it was only natural the hole was sore.

“…….”

As he did, Eunho’s eyebrows gradually knitted together. What the hell was this? He’d used a condom, so it couldn’t possibly be semen. He couldn’t figure out what this liquid was, thicker than lube.

The good news was his backdoor was intact, no tears. Instead, the inside throbbed intensely.

Eunho gently pushed his ring finger inside. The unidentified sticky substance remained even within the soft flesh.

The inner walls felt intensely warm. The sensation was completely different from when he’d touched it while washing yesterday. The soft, somewhat dough-like mucous membrane gently enveloped his finger.

He was carefully checking for any possible injury when the closed door suddenly swung open.

“Ah!”

Eunho’s shoulders jerked as his finger remained thrust inside his own hole.

“……”

Yeorok, standing with his hand on the doorknob, watched Eunho before lowering his gaze. His gaze rose again, meeting Eunho’s dazed expression.

“Having fun?”

“Mr. Chairman. Were you home?”

“I was in my study.”

Yeorok remained calm even in this situation. As if Eunho’s half-naked state was nothing out of the ordinary. His face, chin slightly raised, bore the haughty dignity characteristic of Choi Yeorok. 

“So. Why were you poking around back there all alone?”

Eunho’s stiff neck muscles tensed as his Adam’s apple bobbed. The fingers [visit our site]buried deep inside slipped out with a pop. His trembling hand quickly covered the gaping rear opening. 

His spread knees slowly closed, tightly covering his genitals.

“I was… checking if there was a wound back there.”

Eunho confessed obediently, biting his lip repeatedly. He wished he could crawl into a mouse hole and hide.

“I checked. It’s fine, no tears.”

“…Huh? The Chairman… saw mine?”

“Who do you think washed you and cleaned up after you yesterday?”

“This bed too?”

“That was handled by Secretary Hong.”

“Ah…”

A sigh-like groan escaped Eunho’s mouth. His face flushed as red as it possibly could. His head gradually lowered.

Yeorok moved on, indifferent.

“You know perfectly well Secretary Hong and I are close. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

He walked into the bathroom. He left the door wide open, letting the sound of running water and the sight of him washing his hands reach Eunho clearly.

Eunho glanced toward the bathroom before reaching under the bed. Just as he went to pick up the discarded pants, that cold voice came flying at him without fail.

“Don’t get dressed.”

Eunho withdrew his outstretched hand. He thought that person must have eyes in the back of his head, and pulled his legs tightly together.

“Open the nightstand drawer and take out what’s inside.”

He opened the drawer as instructed. Inside were just one tube of ointment, a freshly refilled bottle of lubricant, and an opened box of condoms.

Eunho took out the ointment and examined it carefully.

[Relieves pain, reduces inflammation, aids wound recovery. Apply to the affected mucous membrane 1-2 times daily.]

Only then did he notice the sticky substance clinging to the bottom. Without warning, Yeorok snatched the ointment from Eunho’s grasp. He sat perched on the bed, his shirt sleeves rolled up.

“Since you’re already undressed, I’ll apply it again.”

His expression was too calm as he squeezed a generous amount of ointment onto his index finger. Eunho, pale as a ghost, reached out his hand.

“No, I’ll… I’ll do it!”

“You won’t listen.”

“……”

With a single stern look, Eunho clamped his mouth shut. The legs that had been curled up spread wide open. Despite the vulgar position, the his touching the bedding kept curling up shyly. 

The finger, thickly coated in ointment, leisurely invaded inside. Yeorok’s fingers were long, with prominent knuckles, making the feeling of penetration more vivid.

As the finger and inner wall rubbed against each other, Eunho grimaced in disgust. Yeorok stayed close beside him, manipulating his finger with delicate precision. His gaze remained fixed not on Eunho’s lower body, but solely on his contorted expression.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Ugh, a little…”

“Not unbearable, right?”

The bowed head moved in an odd way, neither nodding nor shaking.

Eunho himself couldn’t define this peculiar feeling. The ointment gradually melted under the warm heat. Even though it was just applying medicine, the squelching sounds were embarrassingly messy.

It was around the time they’d been probing his rear passage for a while without anyone speaking. Despite the uncomfortable sensation, his penis gradually stiffened. It was an unexpected reaction.

Eunho quickly pulled down the hem of his T-shirt to cover his private parts. He hoped Yeorok hadn’t seen, but that seemed unlikely.

He clenched his teeth tightly, managing not to let out a single moan, but his penis was hardening.

“Should we do it again?”

“……”

“There are no wounds inside, and it’s loosened up nicely. What do you say?”

The voice asking for his opinion sounded surprisingly kind. But the answer was already decided. There was no way he could refuse. Eunho exhaled a shaky breath and barely managed to reply.

“Could… I take some pills first?”

Eunho still desperately needed the pills’ help. His mind was too clear to continue the lewd acts with Choi Yeorok. Even now, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Yeorok’s fingers swirling inside him. 

Yeorok let out a small chuckle.

“Seems the effect was quite good.”

Then, his long fingers slowly withdrew. Leaning back, Yeorok gave a slight nod.

“Go take it.”

The moment he got permission, Eunho ran out. The sight of him scrambling desperately to visit our site survive was nothing but comical.

***

The annex was quiet, day or night. The already large house felt even more eerie without any signs of life.

It had already been three months since Choi Yeorok disappeared with Eunho.