Chapter 20: The Unsweating Beast

Chapter 20

In-tae watched the man thrusting against him, standing between his splayed legs.

Lying there, In-tae was a disheveled mess, his lower body propped up by a pillow, legs pulled back forcefully to his hams.

Yet, Jung Ban-ri, bracing himself against the wall and grinding his hips between In-tae’s thighs, had only unbuttoned the front of his shirt, just as he had at the MT.

For him, there seemed to be no difference between the thrilling s*x they’d had in the shower at the MT and what they were doing now in this house.

‘Couldn’t he at least take off his clothes?’ he thought.

In-tae grumbled inwardly with displeasure, then tilted his head.

‘Still—this is the first time I’ve seen him wear the same clothes twice.’

True to his immense wealth, Jung Ban-ri never wore the same outfit more than once.

That such a man would engage in this without even changing his clothes was, to In-tae, quite surprising.

There was one more peculiar thing.

In-tae’s gaze fell upon a bead of sweat clinging to the sharp line of Jung Ban-ri’s jaw.

‘Wow, how does Jung Ban-ri not even sweat? He’s seriously not human.’

Was it after they’d just finished foot volleyball at the MT, when a classmate had said something similar?

‘He’s perfect even in that regard.’

It was probably Ye-eun who had said that.

In-tae had awkwardly agreed at the time.

At least, among those three sentences, ‘He’s not human’ was undeniably true.

As they’d said, Jung Ban-ri rarely sweated.

This held true even during their fiery adolescence.

The private middle and high school Jung Ban-ri attended boasted air conditioning in both its classrooms and gymnasium.

Yet, one day, the system broke down and remained unusable for about half a day.

While other male students sweated profusely, their uniform shirts clinging to their backs, Jung Ban-ri’s clothes alone remained remarkably dry, fluttering crisply in the fan’s breeze.

However, In-tae had discovered a new truth after they began to intertwine their bodies.

During one long night, as their acts stretched into the early morning hours, the streetlight’s glow pierced through the swaying curtains and seeped into the room.

In that invading light, Jung Ban-ri’s nape shimmered with moisture, and faint traces of sweat were visible on the fabric covering his firm chest.

While it was natural for him to sweat given the intensity of their activity, that image remained vividly etched in In-tae’s memory.

It was perhaps simply unbelievable. This was a man who approached both studies and sports with such detached indifference; to see him continue something long enough to break a sweat felt unreal.

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A heavy presence thrust deep into his numb abdomen.

“…Ugh.”

The man, deeply joined with him below, subtly lifted his chin.

A precarious bead of sweat, hanging precariously, detached and fell.

It landed at the corner of In-tae’s mouth.

Had he sighed a moment later, it might have dropped directly into his mouth.

In-tae cursed inwardly, glaring needlessly at the man.

‘Disgusting…’

The man, utterly unconcerned, leisurely pushed his hips.

His long stretch of his upper body, like a large beast awakening, signaled his approach to climax.

His appealing neckline was fully exposed, and his jawline became even more defined.

Then, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

In-tae could almost hear the sound from the man’s mouth: the thick gulp of saliva.

‘…Disgustingly lewd.’

As if to mimic him, In-tae swallowed, his mouth watering.

It felt as though the man had stirred a sensitive spot deep within his mind.

A light wave of excitement rippled through him.

He subtly extended his tongue, licking away the man’s bodily fluid that had fallen near his lips.

A strong, salty taste spread from the tip of his tongue.

The moment he frowned, Jung Ban-ri abruptly ceased his movements.

‘Shit, what have I done?’

Jung Ban-ri narrowed his eyes, looking down at In-tae.

“Ugh… Ptooey, ptooey. That’s really gross. What are you even doing, sweating so much? Are you an animal?”

In-tae dramatically mimed spitting.

He released the hands that had been holding his legs and vigorously rubbed the corner of his mouth.

“Be careful next time, alright?”

“Alright, hold my legs.”

“Okay—what?”

“I said, hold my legs. I’ll be careful.”

The man casually wiped below his chin with his hand.

Then, as if urging him on, he thrust upwards once.

It was as if he were playfully spanking a disobedient child, not a lover.

“Are you kidding me? Can’t you see the sun’s already up?”

“I can.”

“Ah, ugh! Hey!”

He endured the same action once more.

This time, it was deeper, forcing his thighs further apart.

In-tae glared at the man, gnashing his teeth and growling.

“Seriously, that’s enough.”

In-tae pushed against the bed with his feet, attempting to retreat.

Though the sensation in his lower body had all but vanished, the feeling of the man’s fullness withdrawing from within was vividly clear.

Simultaneously, leaked semen dampened the crease of his buttocks.

Even as the crown of his head touched the headboard, the thick glans remained caught at the entrance.

As In-tae wriggled his hips, trying desperately to pull away, Jung Ban-ri straightened his body.

In-tae had expected him to withdraw his member. Instead, the man abruptly reached out and seized his pelvis.

His flattened thumb wrapped around In-tae’s ilium, digging in like a hook.

“Oh? Hey—Ugh!”

His entire body was pulled towards the man.

With a loud slap of skin, cloudy fluid splattered everywhere.

It covered his abdomen and thighs, and even Jung Ban-ri’s clothes couldn’t escape it.

In-tae stared at the man with a bewildered expression.

“You’re too tight.”

“Damn it, then pull out.”

Jung Ban-ri offered no reply, instead scraping his stiff fingertips against In-tae’s skin.

The thrilling sensation, paradoxically, made In-tae clench his lower body even tighter.

Jung Ban-ri subtly furrowed his brow, a hint of displeasure on his face.

Yet, seeing how he held In-tae, unwilling to let go, it was clear he had no desire to stop.

In-tae’s heart pounded at the unfamiliar contact, but he knew he shouldn’t harbor any expectations.

Just as Jung Ban-ri had lifted him in the shower at the MT for convenient s*x, this act was merely a meaningless physical interaction.

It was one Jung Ban-ri reluctantly engaged in for the sake of s*x, nothing more.

“You relax.”

The man spoke, his tone as commanding as before.

In-tae scoffed derisively.

“Do I look like I have any strength left to you? This is all I’ve got.”

“Then, do you want to sleep again?”

“When did I ever sleep—Ugh!”

His body was abruptly pulled down.

The man, half-bent, began to thrust relentlessly.

Black spots danced before In-tae’s eyes.

That ‘kind’ suggestion to sleep was clearly a ploy. It was a ploy to knock him out and continue f*cking him by force.

‘f*ck, am I some kind of goddamn s*x doll, or what?’

A surge of disgust welled up inside him.

In-tae subtly bent his legs, which dangled like wooden planks in the air.

He positioned them as if to wrap around Jung Ban-ri’s waist.

“Hmph!”

Jung Ban-ri thrust his member in with a loud thud, burying it to the root.

A sensation, like sparks flying from his buttocks, shot up his spine, causing his back to arch and his head to fall back.

Lukewarm fluid splattered onto his stomach.

His legs, which he had attempted to wrap around Jung Ban-ri’s waist, now stretched rigidly into the air.

Jung Ban-ri ceased his thrusting, glaring at In-tae with a sharp gaze.

A small furrow appeared between his well-defined eyebrows.

His usually composed face was instantly cloaked in a chilling aura.

This was a more effective way of conveying ‘don’t touch my body’ than any words could be.

“Ah, my apologies. My legs just gave out.”

“……”

Seeing the man offer no reply to his blatant lie, In-tae wondered if he’d been caught.

Indeed, could legs that had ‘given out’ possibly entwine around him?

In such a situation… the only option was to be even more brazen.

“Hey. It seems my lower body is completely shot. If we keep going, my long legs might just keep bumping into you. What should we do?”

In-tae wiggled his legs, almost, but not quite, touching the man’s back.

While it felt cheap to prod at something the man disliked, In-tae couldn’t think of any other way to stop this monster.

“…There’s no helping it.”

“Exactly. Good thinking. Pull out quickly.”

In-tae even obligingly opened his legs further.

However, the man, who should have withdrawn, remained motionless, uttering an unacceptable remark with a shallow breath.

“In-tae, you’ve gotten much weaker.”

“…What?!”

In-tae’s pride, which boasted that his stamina was second to none, was severely wounded.

“See, I told you to just sleep.”

‘That’s it,’ In-tae thought, ‘Today, I’m going to kick this bastard just once.’

He subtly bent his leg, preparing to kick the man’s chest.

But just before his foot could make contact, Jung Ban-ri, as if expecting it, seized his ankle.

“Hmph!”

His leg was lifted high enough to slightly raise his hips.

Jung Ban-ri then seized his other innocent ankle with a large hand, binding both like shackles.

Holding both legs wide apart, the man ruthlessly thrust between his thighs.

White foam frothed around the opening.

“Ah, ah! Ah!”

Stars burst and flashed before his eyes.

The pleasure, surging from his lower abdomen, spread throughout his entire body.

He rubbed the burning back of his head against the mattress and tore at the sheets, but Jung Ban-ri’s pace of stimulation was twice as fast as his ability to calm his excitement.

In-tae squirmed his entire body, save for his legs, which Jung Ban-ri toyed with at will.

Lukewarm fluid streamed from the fiery tip of his member.

His whole body contracted with the climax, and the insides of his thighs trembled with spasms.

“Haaah.”

The man exhaled a thick breath, his eyes fixed on their point of connection.

Simultaneously, a warm fullness surged into In-tae’s abdomen.

‘The bastard actually did it one more time.’

Now that he was finished, all that remained was for him to turn away coldly.

In-tae fought to keep his heavy eyelids open, curious to hear what the man would mutter before leaving.

However, Jung Ban-ri didn’t even look at him.

The hand that had been gripping his ankle slid down, seizing his hamstrings.

His brow was furrowed, as if displeased by the sensation of damp skin.

Then, he pushed In-tae’s knees down onto the mattress.

His thighs were fully splayed, and the opening, impaled by the member, was laid bare before his eyes.

The long member slid out smoothly, like a dark red snake.

Instead of immediately pulling away after climax, it glided up and down his buttock crease, scraping up the leaked semen and stuffing it back into the opening.

In-tae’s face burned with embarrassment at the indecent sight.

Yet, Jung Ban-ri seemed unaware of In-tae, simply going about his business, as if he had no intention of showing him this display.

His slightly unfocused eyes revealed that his actions were an unconscious habit.

Ultimately, In-tae closed his eyes in shame.

‘It must be this monster’s idea of aftercare.’

Once he was done, it would end. As In-tae expected, the man’s hand soon slid from his hamstrings.

Back… to his ankles?

“Hey, wait a minute!”

In-tae urgently called out to the man.

“Why?”

“You, you’re doing it again…”

“Still tired?”

The man’s calm voice, rather than sarcasm, was even more effective at wounding In-tae’s pride.

Seeing the man casually holding more than half of his body weight, In-tae couldn’t bring himself to say he was not just tired, but on the verge of death.

This difference was clearly a matter of position, not stamina.