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As soon as their lips met, blood slid down his throat. After briefly breaking the kiss, Kang Il-hyun licked his own blood from Ja-gyeong's cheek and lips like a dog. Ja-gyeong slowly blinked his heavy eyelids. He had thought it was some kind of stimulant, but his body just felt languid and weak; what actually stirred his excitement was Kang Il-hyun's tongue and hands.
Even in that state, he squeezed out every bit of strength to push him away, but it was useless. He alternated between fighting back and shoving him away, eventually slapping Kang Il-hyun's face. Scratched by his fingernails, a gash appeared on his face, and Ja-gyeong felt Kang Il-hyun's gaze turn fierce.
He pulled his body away, making Ja-gyeong wonder if he was giving up, but instead he went down beside the bed and yanked off his t-shirt. His muscles twitched as if enraged, and his eyes gleamed like he would devour Ja-gyeong any moment.
Ja-gyeong rolled his body to escape from the bed. But soon his legs were caught by Kang Il-hyun. Thud! He kicked out with his shoulder, but lacking strength, it had no effect, and instead he was dragged downward with his legs still held.
He grabbed the sheets to keep from being dragged, and the bed became a mess. Kang Il-hyun pulled Ja-gyeong's lower body off the bed, then immediately pressed his back down with his hand. With his upper body face-down on the bed and only his lower body standing, Ja-gyeong's face was pressed into the mattress.
When he tried to rise, he was pressed down again with even greater force. In that moment, Ja-gyeong realized what Kang Il-hyun intended to do. At the sound of a belt buckle and zipper, his spine went cold. Immediately, the pants and underwear Ja-gyeong was wearing were yanked down together, catching at his thighs.
His buttocks fully exposed and his cock pressed against the bed, Ja-gyeong turned his head and screamed.
"Fuck! I said I got it! I got it, so... let go!"
As Ja-gyeong shouted, Kang Il-hyun's cock came into his view. Even without being touched, it was already erect enough to point upward toward his belly. He grabbed the shaft with his hand and rubbed it, then tapped it against Ja-gyeong's buttocks. He even spewed nonsense about how the bouncy buttocks felt good to slap.
When the cock touched his buttocks, Ja-gyeong struggled even more frantically.
"Just try putting it in! I'll kill you! Employer or whatever, I'll cut off your cock first! You bastard!"
The more curses he received, the more a crooked smile formed on Kang Il-hyun's lips. He leaned his upper body down, pressed tightly against Ja-gyeong's back, licked his ear, and whispered low.
"Your temper is even fiercer than I expected. I like it."
As he said this, he blatantly wedged his cock between the buttocks and moved it back and forth. At the unexpected friction, Ja-gyeong grit his teeth and shouted.
"You perverted bastard!"
Ja-gyeong groped upward. He had hidden the pistol Kang Il-hyun gave him under the pillow, and his hand barely grazed it. Employer or whatever, he would put a bullet hole in his head. But Kang Il-hyun's weight pressing on his back was quite heavy, making movement difficult.
Instead, the more he tried to move, the more vivid the sensation of the cock between his buttocks became. Kang Il-hyun's tongue licked his nape, caressed his shoulder and back, and traveled downward. Even while fury surged through him, his body seemed to melt wherever that tongue touched, which made him feel even more crazy.
Ja-gyeong banged his forehead against the sheets and thrashed about. Kang Il-hyun raised his upper body, coated his fingertips with saliva, then brought them to Ja-gyeong's anal entrance. Ja-gyeong squeezed his eyes shut. But when that wet hand rubbed his perineum and the entrance, his eyes flew open.
It was a lewd touch, like caressing a woman's privates. At this alien sensation he had never felt in his life, Ja-gyeong bit his lower lip hard. Every time he tried to lift his upper body, Kang Il-hyun pressed him down from behind, making it impossible to move.
Ja-gyeong decided to try reasoning instead.
"Hey. Managing Director Kang. Just... I'll suck it for you. I'll suck it, so. Hmm?"
"Did you suck that bastard too?"
"What?"
"The bastard who left marks on your neck."
"What nonsense are you spouting!"
His large hand massaged the plump buttocks, then pulled them apart to the side. When the hole was exposed, Kang Il-hyun spat on it. The saliva ran down the cleft and wet the entrance. Ja-gyeong urgently turned his head and glared.
"Hey, Managing Director Kang. Are you really going to do this? If you do this, the contract is void, okay?"
"Just answer. I asked if you sucked that bastard too."
His voice was so calm that the situation felt surreal. Ja-gyeong thought of Choi Gi-tae. Was the reason Kang Il-hyun was angry because of the marks on his neck? But why? Was this really something worth getting so worked up about?
His mind complicated, he kept his mouth shut and endured, which only made Kang Il-hyun's eyes grow fiercer.
"Fuck. So you did suck him."
Ja-gyeong's eyes went wide. Before he could deny it, his hair was grabbed and his face shoved into the mattress. Mmph, mmph—no, you fucking bastard! Instead of an answer, only muffled sounds came out. Il-hyun gripped his shaft and rubbed it against the saliva-slicked hole.
He inserted just the thick glans slightly, then pulled out—the buttocks twitched and clenched tightly. He pushed with force but it wouldn't go in properly, constantly pushing out. He slapped the buttocks hard enough to leave handprints, trying to relax the muscles.
The struggling grew more intense, but ignoring it, he spread it open properly and slowly began entry from the opening. With his face pressed down and his hole being stretched open, Ja-gyeong couldn't breathe properly from the pain. Kang Il-hyun seemed to realize this and released the back of his head he had been pressing down.
Ja-gyeong turned his head to the side, thinking this was his chance. Hah, hah—he released his held breath, but the pain that followed was so immense he thought not being able to breathe might have been better. It hurt so much that no sound, neither moans nor anything else, would come out. His pupils dilated, his mouth fell open, and he made choking sounds as if his throat was blocked.
Behind him, Kang Il-hyun's broad, firm chest pressed against his body. He gently licked Ja-gyeong's earlobe and whispered.
"Relax. Otherwise it's only harder for you."
Fuck. His muscles tensed up on their own—what was he supposed to do? Tears welled up. It felt like everything was in, but something kept coming in. Given Kang Il-hyun's size, it wasn't surprising. Kang Il-hyun reached forward and gently stroked Ja-gyeong's cock that was pressed against the mattress. The cock that had softened from pain slowly hardened again.
His lower abdomen hurt, and it felt like his insides were being torn apart. Seeing signs of movement, Ja-gyeong shook his head. No, no, don't move now. That wish was granted. Kang Il-hyun didn't move an inch after pushing in.
Since he wasn't moving, it felt like he might survive. He licked Ja-gyeong's ear again.
"I'll ask again. Did you suck him?"
Bastard. He was persistent.
"Suck... what suck, n... no. I didn't suck him. I said I didn't. Fuck! Don't move. It hurts."
At first it hurt like hell, but as time passed, the gut-wrenching pain gradually diluted. When he frowned, Kang Il-hyun carefully tucked his hair behind his ear and slowly began moving his hips. It still hurt, but not as much as before, so it was bearable.
Thinking it was better to just get this over with quickly rather than causing more trouble and dragging it out, he buried his face in the mattress and acted as if he'd given up. Then Kang Il-hyun's upper body separated from his back. He wondered if he was going to stop, but while still inside, his body was flipped over and the position changed.
"Ugh."
Kang Il-hyun's gaze immediately bore down on him. Ja-gyeong couldn't bear to look at where they were joined, so he turned his gaze elsewhere. Then Kang Il-hyun hooked Ja-gyeong's legs over his arms, lifted his hips, and leaned his upper body forward. The penetration deepened, and it felt like his insides were being torn apart.
"Augh!"
Kang Il-hyun reached behind Ja-gyeong's head and pulled. His upper body rose with it, and the joined part was vividly revealed. Seeing Kang Il-hyun's massive cock filling the hole that had never had anything inside it, Ja-gyeong was quite shocked.
"Watch closely. Whose cock you're taking right now."
As soon as the words ended, he pulled his hips back and thrust deep inside. Ja-gyeong trembled and tensed his thighs. The shock was one thing, but somewhere Kang Il-hyun had just struck with his cock felt strange. It tingled inside like being shocked by a stun gun.
"Wait. Just wait."
His hands waved in the air, but he struck that spot again. Along with pain, a strange pleasure spread. He roughly knew that the place he touched was the prostate. He had heard men who had sex with other men talk about it sometimes and had laughed at them, calling them idiots.
Fuck... so I was the idiot.
The pace quickened. Slap, slap, slap—the sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud. He covered his eyes with the back of his hand and clenched his teeth to keep from moaning. While moving his hips, Kang Il-hyun started rubbing Ja-gyeong's cock.
Being stimulated both inside and out, Ja-gyeong forgot all about wanting to kill or be killed and writhed in pleasure. He tensed his toes and held back moans while his vision gradually turned white. Through his narrowed sight, he saw Kang Il-hyun moving like a beast.
He tasted blood from his tightly bitten lips. Kang Il-hyun's face, fully aroused, was obscenely erotic.