Chapter 128: The Edge of No Return

Woo-joo swallowed unconsciously.

It felt like the time he had followed Park Hyun-jin to his house during puberty and ended up watching an explicit video.

It felt wrong, like he shouldn’t be looking—but he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

As the black drawers slid down, a string of translucent liquid stretched out.

Woo-joo was already aroused and wet himself, but seeing the underwear soaked with even more fluid than his own left him momentarily stunned.

“…….”

Something suddenly entered his view.

Naturally, Woo-joo lowered his gaze.

Watching the size of it—pre-cum dripping as it twitched—his mouth slowly fell open.

“Is that a snake?”

“Ah, do you have to ruin the mood like that?”

Embarrassed, Ji-tae muttered and pulled him into a tight hug.

Before, when Ji-tae hugged him like this, the first thing Woo-joo noticed was his soft hair brushing his chin.

But now, all he could feel was something pressing insistently against his thigh.

“…Should we put it in?”

“Are you worried?”

What kind of question is that, you shameless bastard.

Woo-joo almost said it out loud, but held back.

He had already prepared himself.

He knew it would hurt for the one receiving, knew it would be difficult at first.

He had come here having made that decision.

But there was one thing he hadn’t accounted for in that plan.

That.

That overwhelming size.

He had expected it to be big, but not like that.

He had seen people joke that someone perfect in every way must at least be lacking in that department—but if they saw Won Ji-tae, they’d never say that again.

“Kang Woo-joo, why are you thinking about something else?”

“Ah.”

Ji-tae lightly pinched his nipple.

“I wasn’t thinking about anything else. It’s just… in the videos I saw, no one was as big as you.”

“Videos? You’ve been watching other guys?”

Startled, Ji-tae asked, and Woo-joo shot him a look.

“I had to study too, didn’t I? I want to do it with you.”

“…Still, don’t watch those anymore. If you want to see something, just look at mine.”

As if he’d suddenly been labeled obsessed with men’s bodies.

Still, Ji-tae telling him to look at his wasn’t a bad suggestion.

But even then, the doubt remained—could something like that really fit inside a person?

“…Hey, what are you doing?”

As he was thinking of a solution, he felt something wet against his thigh—more precisely, between them.

Ji-tae had pulled him closer and started rubbing against him.

“I asked if you were worried.”

A brief kiss touched his forehead.

“A little. Ah…”

As if drawn together, their bodies began to move against each other.

Woo-joo instinctively pulled him closer.

His hips began to move on their own.

It felt good.

Unlike kissing, it felt like his whole body was floating.

Like the drowsy, loose sensation after taking cold medicine.

Just rubbing like this already felt unbelievably good.

Honestly, he had said he wanted to prove his feelings and insisted on doing it—but he wasn’t someone who could calmly accept that size.

The worry was real.

More than determination, doubt began to take over.

There was plenty of time anyway… maybe they could leave that part for later.

His thoughts slowly leaned that way.

Even if Ji-tae got mad at him for backing out, what could he do?

He was scared right now.

“Woo-joo.”

Ji-tae had originally suggested taking things slowly anyway—he would definitely agree.

“Woo-joo.”

“Ah, what?”

At that moment, Ji-tae lightly bit the edge of his ear.

As if snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Do you know how dreamlike this moment feels to me?”

Ji-tae held his hips more firmly and pulled him closer.

Their bodies pressed together without any gap, producing soft, wet sounds.

“Ah… I know.”

Me too.

Woo-joo buried his face into Ji-tae’s neck.

It felt warm and weightless, like lying on a cloud.

So much that just staying like this felt enough.

Ji-tae seemed to feel the same—though his voice carried something deeper beneath it.

“When you said you wanted to do it first… I was honestly really happy.”

“…Huh?”

At that moment, Ji-tae lifted Woo-joo’s thigh slightly onto his own leg.

As the air touched exposed skin, goosebumps rose.

“So you can’t say you want to stop halfway… okay?”

“Uh… hey, Won Ji-tae. Actually, I—”

“I know you’re worried. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

Make sure what?

Just as Woo-joo looked up at him, confused—

Something wet slid between him, parting him slightly.

“…Ah.”

His hand clenched instinctively.

Now he understood.

It was a finger.

Ji-tae was touching that place—somewhere too difficult to even say out loud—with his slender fingers.

“Won Ji-tae, wait… ngh.”

Before he could say anything more, a sharp discomfort spread through him.

“It’s tight, as expected.”

Ji-tae’s voice sounded different now.

When Woo-joo looked up in surprise, he saw Ji-tae’s face—more alluring than before, but with one major difference.

His eyes.

“They need to open up a bit, so I’ll stretch it slowly, okay?”

“What are you—ah!”

This time, the sensation was stronger.

Another finger pushed inside.

Woo-joo realized what that look in Ji-tae’s eyes meant.

“Won Ji-tae, snap out of it…!”

Those were completely lost eyes.

When had it changed?

He had been fine just moments ago.

Even before they started, he had hesitated first—so what was with that look now?

“Woo-joo… it’s warm inside.”

“Hey, wait—!”

“It’s okay. It’ll only hurt at first.”

Ji-tae pushed his tongue into Woo-joo’s mouth, as if to silence him.

At the same time, his fingers began moving more actively.

Pressing, withdrawing, and pushing back in again.

“Mm! Ngh…”

“It’s okay, Woo-joo. It’s okay.”

Woo-joo tried to push him away, hitting his shoulders, but Ji-tae held him down firmly.

“I’ll stop once I find it, okay?”

Find what, you idiot—!

The words never made it out.

Honestly, it hurt.

No—it hurt like hell.

He had prepared himself, but not for this much.

Theory and reality were completely different.

Was this really supposed to feel good?

Were people just pretending it was?

Just as Woo-joo was about to give up—

“Hah…!”

A strange sound escaped his lips.

Even he was startled.

It was when Ji-tae pressed slightly deeper inside.

A sharp, electric sensation spread through him.

“…Ah.”

Ji-tae murmured, as if realizing something.

His darkened eyes sank even deeper.

“This might not hurt anymore.”

“What?”

Ji-tae spread him slightly more and resumed moving his fingers—

But this time, instead of random movements, he focused on one specific spot.

“Hey, wait—ngh… this feels weird, stop…”

Woo-joo’s body trembled.

With each movement, his hips reacted—and what had gone soft grew hard again.

“Ah, Kang Woo-joo.”

Ji-tae exhaled sharply, then suddenly pushed him onto his back.

As Woo-joo lay facing the ceiling, Ji-tae quickly climbed on top of him.

With his fingers withdrawn, Woo-joo finally felt like he could breathe again.

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