Chapter 129: Crossing the Point of No Return

Of course, it felt empty, like something important was missing below—but if things went any further, it felt like everything might burst out.

He didn’t even have the strength to move a single hand.

His mind was hazy, like a body that had been sinking underwater was suddenly pulled back up.

“Woo-joo.”

He had already lost count of how many times Ji-tae had called his name today.

Ji-tae traced his tongue along Woo-joo’s eyes, tasting the tears that had fallen.

“Try to hold on just a little longer, okay?”

What was that?

That sounded dangerous.

But he didn’t even have the strength to respond.

He just wanted to let everything out and fall asleep.

Woo-joo slowly blinked and lowered his hand.

Instinctively, he tried to touch himself—but Ji-tae immediately stopped him.

“No.”

A firm voice.

Eyes like a predator staring him down.

Woo-joo dazedly lifted his head and licked Ji-tae’s lips, feeling him grin.

Even while kissing him gently, Ji-tae continued moving.

He spread Woo-joo’s legs, positioned himself between them, and after brushing against himself once, pressed forward.

“Uh.”

Before Woo-joo could even process what was happening—

Ji-tae thrust forward hard.

“…Ah!”

Woo-joo’s body jerked, his back arching instinctively.

Something broke through.

It felt like his body had split in half as pain surged through him.

“Ha… damn…”

A low growl came from above.

“Y-you crazy bastard… with something that big, you just—!”

The returning pain cleared Woo-joo’s foggy mind.

This was nothing like before.

The difference in size was overwhelming.

“I thought it’d be harder if I went slow. Sorry… did it hurt a lot?”

“Hah… you damn… bastard…”

Tears rolled down Woo-joo’s cheeks, but they didn’t fall onto the bed.

Ji-tae caught them with his lips.

“Don’t cry. I’m sorry.”

“If you’re sorry… ngh… pull it out.”

“I can’t. You were the one who said you wanted this first.”

There was a faint smile in his voice.

It sent a chill down Woo-joo’s spine.

Had he awakened something he shouldn’t have?

At the very least, he had definitely awakened that monstrous thing.

“I’ll make it feel good soon. So just try to relax a little.”

“I can’t… you said you’d handle it… do something about it…!”

In the end, Woo-joo clung to Ji-tae.

It hurt so much it felt like his body would split open if he didn’t hold onto something.

Even though Ji-tae was the cause of all this, he was also the only one who could make it better.

“Ah, you’re cute.”

Holding him close, Ji-tae began moving.

Perhaps mindful of Woo-joo’s pain, he didn’t move roughly.

Instead, he rotated his hips gently, letting him adjust.

“This is driving me crazy.”

As if welcoming him, the tightness inside gradually softened around him.

“Mm…”

A soft sound escaped Woo-joo’s lips.

As the tension eased and the sensation changed, Ji-tae bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

When Woo-joo’s body finally relaxed—

Ji-tae pinched one of his nipples and pushed in fully.

“Ah—!”

And at that moment—

When he reached deep inside—

Woo-joo climaxed instantly.

“Ah… ha…”

Covering his face, he breathed heavily, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Woo-joo, wait… ah.”

The sudden tightening made Ji-tae brace himself against the bed.

His muscles tensed visibly.

“Damn…”

Then, gripping Woo-joo’s legs, he spread them wider.

“H-hey! I just finished—!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then—!”

Before he could finish speaking, Ji-tae pulled out slightly—

And thrust forward again in one motion.

“Ah!”

“Ha… it feels like I’m melting, Woo-joo…”

The moment Woo-joo met his eyes, he regretted everything.

Why had he ever agreed to this?

“You better not say things like that to anyone else.”

After that, things became a blur.

His body moved without control.

Pain mixed with sensation until it became something else entirely.

At first, he thought he was crying from pain.

But Ji-tae’s gentle voice telling him not to cry was all he could hear.

And then—he stopped crying.

Because it didn’t hurt anymore.

The tightness gave way, replaced by something softer, deeper.

Each movement became more fluid, more intense.

The sounds echoed sharply, filling his ears.

After the first climax, another followed.

Seeing it, Ji-tae smiled in satisfaction.

The moment that truly made Woo-joo think he had lost his mind—

Was when Ji-tae wiped the fluid from his stomach… and brought it to his lips.

“Woo-joo… I feel so good.”

“Ha… ngh…”

“Do you feel good too?”

Woo-joo couldn’t even answer.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

It felt like he was being pulled deeper and deeper—

Into something overwhelming.

“F-feels… good… Ji-tae…”

“Ah…”

Then warmth spread below.

Ji-tae stopped moving, breathing heavily.

He had reached his limit too.

“Woo-joo.”

His voice was low.

“Do you know?”

As he pulled away, Woo-joo winced.

Even that small movement sent a shock through him.

He felt empty.

Too open.

What if it didn’t go back to normal?

As that ridiculous thought crossed his mind—

He heard the sound of something opening nearby.

“To me, there’s only you.”

“……”

“You’re the only one for me.”

“…Don’t say things like that while putting that on. It’s scary.”

But he had no strength left to stop him.

“Until now, and from now on.”

Ji-tae spoke softly, despite the intensity in his eyes.

Woo-joo didn’t resist.

He had no strength left at all.

“Can I go again?”

“…Do whatever you want.”

Woo-joo dragged his hand across Ji-tae’s face.

“It’s yours anyway.”

“…Seriously.”

After that—

Woo-joo remembered nothing.

Only overwhelming sensation.

And then darkness.

The last thought before losing consciousness—

Was how embarrassing it would be to end up in the news for dying like this.

When he finally forced his eyes open and saw the morning sunlight pouring in—

He felt relieved.

At least that hadn’t happened.

But the moment he moved—

That relief vanished.

It hurt.

So much that he couldn’t even make a sound.

His back felt broken, his whole body aching.

And the worst part—

Was below.

A burning, raw pain.

As if it had been scraped.

Looking around for the cause of all this—

There was no one beside him.

Only the soft blanket, smelling freshly washed.

“Yeah, so I think I’ll cancel my afternoon schedule…”

A familiar voice came from beyond the door.

“I’m not that sick. No need for the hospital, I’ll just rest at home.”

The door slowly opened.

And the person responsible walked in.

“…Oh.”

Ji-tae froze when he saw Woo-joo awake.

For a split second—

Woo-joo caught the exact expression on his face.

The kind that looked like he was considering running away.

“Hyung, my head hurts… yeah, I’m going to lie down. I’ll call you later.”

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