Chapter 25: The Sweet Agony of Surrender

The sheer size was such that it would undoubtedly cause pain, no matter how it was forced in. He had already endured this experience once before. Yet, knowing he wouldn’t truly perish, he had deliberately provoked Han Do-hoon.

“It’s fine if it hurts.”

Despite Sa-yoon’s urging, Han Do-hoon’s touch remained unhurried. He persistently rubbed their entwined upper bodies against Sa-yoon’s, meticulously exploring his depths with an almost obsessive slowness.

It was only when Sa-yoon, unable to endure the peculiar thrumming sensation in his lower abdomen, twisted his waist, that Han Do-hoon’s fingers finally scraped against the entrance and withdrew. A moment later, a formidable mass of flesh ruthlessly impaled the opening. Sa-yoon gasped, his fingers digging fiercely into Han Do-hoon’s arm.

It was harder and thicker than he remembered, a size that nearly brought tears to his eyes. ‘That monstrous size before wasn’t even its full extent,’ he thought in disbelief. Despite his preparation, the sheer volume that pressed against his perineum and penetrated so deeply stole his breath away.

“Haa…”

Sa-yoon wasn’t the only one struggling. Beads of sweat had already formed on Han Do-hoon’s forehead as he exhaled shallowly. After briefly closing his eyes and stroking Sa-yoon’s lower abdomen, their eyes met. As Sa-yoon’s reflection appeared in Han Do-hoon’s dark pupils, a fierce spark ignited within them.

As if his previous slow actions had been a mere illusion, Han Do-hoon abruptly gripped Sa-yoon’s waist and plunged deep inside. He had granted permission for pain, but certainly not in such a brutal manner. Feeling a surge of betrayal, Sa-yoon twisted his waist and shoved against Han Do-hoon’s chest. Han Do-hoon’s heart hammered furiously, its frantic rhythm palpable beneath Sa-yoon’s palm.

Han Do-hoon kissed Sa-yoon’s panting forehead, then his cheek, his earlobe, and even the nape of his neck. Han Do-hoon’s face, as he rubbed his lips against Sa-yoon in such an intimate way, was contorted into a fierce, yet radiant, smile.

“So this… is what it feels like.”

His voice was barely a whisper, like air escaping. Han Do-hoon muttered dazedly, caught between a sense of profound emptiness and overwhelming ecstasy. The impassive Han Do-hoon, who had previously been as unfeeling as an inanimate object, had vanished entirely. His voice, once devoid of emotion, now vibrated with pure euphoria.

After a brief pause, Han Do-hoon’s lower body began to move once more. With powerful thrusts, he relentlessly scraped against Sa-yoon’s inner walls, withdrew completely, and then plunged back in with a single, swift motion.

“Hngh… Hey…”

Sa-yoon gasped and pleaded as the glans, which had withdrawn all the way to the crease of his buttocks, instantly plunged back to its deepest point, piercing him anew. His pleas were drowned out by the rhythmic slapping of flesh and wet, gurgling sounds.

Sa-yoon, being tossed around as Han Do-hoon wielded him, raised his knees, intending to kick away that infuriating body. At that precise moment, with Sa-yoon’s added weight, Han Do-hoon’s formidable bulk plunged even deeper. The sensation of his insides being ruthlessly stretched halted his very thoughts. He tried to utter a curse, but only pathetic, undignified sounds escaped Sa-yoon’s lips.

“I apologize. Just, a little…”

“If you’re going to apologize… Ah… damn it… just stop… Hmph. What?”

The final, deep thrust struck Sa-yoon’s brain with a sensation distinctly different from anything he had felt before. It was a tingling, almost urgent sensation, as if he might involuntarily urinate, caught between pain and an unfamiliar muscular ache.

“Ah, there. Stop, just a moment!”

A powerful electric current surged through his abdomen, coinciding with a tickling sensation that threatened to make him lose control at any moment.

“Do you like it here?”

“No. It’s not… Hmph.”

He raised his knees, his toes curling involuntarily. Having had previous guides, Sa-yoon understood the nature of this phenomenon. But no one had ever described such an intense, unbearable sensation, as if he were on the verge of spilling over. Experiencing such intense stimulation from behind for the very first time, Sa-yoon lifted his hips and trembled uncontrollably.

“Excuse me, H-Han Do-hoon… Can we talk for a moment…?”

“Speak.”

“Hmph…”

‘That damned man should give me a chance to speak, so he’ll stop, or at least compromise!’ Han Do-hoon’s hips, moving as if possessed, showed no sign of stopping. He plunged deep, moving wildly and churning Sa-yoon’s insides into a chaotic mess. Sa-yoon gripped Han Do-hoon’s cheeks, his eyes brimming with tears. He hoped this pitiful sight would make him stop, but it only proved counterproductive.

Han Do-hoon’s eyes curved in satisfaction, and fierce teeth gleamed between his upturned lips. He kissed Sa-yoon’s eyelids, stroked his sensitive chest, and twisted his nipples, which had hardened in the cold air, all while glaring at Sa-yoon with ominous eyes, as if to devour him whole. Yet, even then, his hips continued their relentless rhythm. Against such beastly movements, all Sa-yoon could do was cover his disgracefully trembling face with his powerless fingers.

“Don’t cover your face.”

“Go… screw yourself… Ahh.”

Despite such resistance, Han Do-hoon’s movements only intensified. Every time Sa-yoon writhed, lifting his waist into the air in agony, Han Do-hoon rubbed his sensitive spot deeper and more persistently. It was more tormenting than his powerful thrusts. He would have preferred it when Han Do-hoon moved roughly back and forth; instead, the act of shallowly poking and cruelly pressing on his most sensitive area caused Sa-yoon’s already heightened insides to convulse violently.

“Ah, hngh. Hngh… Ugh.”

Every time Han Do-hoon thrust in, Sa-yoon could only emit short, ragged breaths, like a doll that makes a sound when pressed. He trembled with a pleasure that struck his mind briefly and intensely, feeling as if it would burst through his lower abdomen. Uncontrolled saliva flowed from his lips, soaking the bedding. Even when he turned his head and bit into the blanket, it quickly became damp from his wet gasps.

The movements, which had clearly begun with discomfort, now brought undeniable pleasure. Every time Han Do-hoon moved, it felt as if he would lose his mind. Sa-yoon unknowingly swayed his hips in response. Han Do-hoon’s arms, wrapped around Sa-yoon, tightened. As the act grew increasingly intense, climax loomed before them. A world of stark black and white flashed wildly behind his closed eyes, relentlessly pushing Sa-yoon to his limits.

“No… plea… Ah, ah!”

Finally, Sa-yoon’s upper body arched sharply, and semen dampened Han Do-hoon’s lower abdomen. Simultaneously, hot semen poured from Han Do-hoon’s deeply buried penis, completely filling Sa-yoon’s insides.

“…Haa…”

He finally exhaled the breath he had held for so long. Sa-yoon’s ears rang from the sound of his own ragged breathing.

“Ha, haha.”

Han Do-hoon’s laughter echoed above his heaving chest. He lacked the strength to even glance at Han Do-hoon’s laughing face. In the darkness behind his tightly closed eyes, a large hand groped Sa-yoon once more. He squinted slightly, and Han Do-hoon’s dark pupils, meeting his gaze, gleamed with an intense light.

Han Do-hoon’s pupils, gazing at him rapturously, as if utterly possessed, were more intoxicated than Sa-yoon, who had just reached his climax.

“It’s wonderful. Truly. Far better than I could have imagined.”

Han Do-hoon, who had been gently stroking Sa-yoon’s skin, began to move once more. The organ still inside him slowly began to swell again. Its size was difficult to adapt to, even after what he had just endured. At the sensation of his still-unsettled insides being crudely stretched open, Sa-yoon resisted by raising his knees.

“Just a little, I need to rest, still…”

“You only need to remain still.”

“That’s easier said than… Ugh.”

Disregarding Sa-yoon’s plea, Han Do-hoon moved his hips. He thrust deep inside in one swift motion, and his brows furrowed.

“Aah!”

“It’s tight.”

Han Do-hoon exclaimed softly, stroking Sa-yoon’s lower abdomen, which completely encompassed his member.

“It fits perfectly, squirming around.”

Why did it feel like he was being teased during s*x? Sa-yoon let out a small curse, his ears burning. He clenched his teeth, trying to calm his entire body as Han Do-hoon ruthlessly rubbed against his squirming insides, a motion Han Do-hoon could clearly feel. As Sa-yoon covered his face with his arm and wiped his wet eyes, Han Do-hoon’s gaze turned fierce.

His tightly pressed lips parted in a savage grin, and he lifted Sa-yoon’s waist before slamming him down. It was a deep, savage motion, as if savoring each bite of a feast. Sa-yoon blinked, his vision blurring to white, and physiological tears streamed from his eyes. He could only gasp, emitting futile, breathless sounds.

A thick-knuckled finger entered Sa-yoon’s gaping, panting mouth. It pressed and rubbed against his soft tongue. It then explored each tender gum line behind his teeth.

“Even here, it’s soft. It feels like it would crush with just a little pressure.”

“How… how could you look at me like… damn it…”

‘Who does he think I am, a block of tofu?’ Sa-yoon bared his teeth and bit down hard on the finger. When he bit the firm finger, Han Do-hoon paused for a moment and examined his hand. Han Do-hoon’s smile deepened as he looked at the finger, marked with neat tooth imprints.

“This much seems fine, then.”

“Agh. Hngh… Hmph.”

Han Do-hoon’s body, bearing its full weight, pressed down on Sa-yoon without mercy. He gripped Sa-yoon’s struggling knees, forcing them apart, and thrust so powerfully that his lower abdomen collided with Sa-yoon’s perineum. A body that would not break, no matter how much he pressed and thrashed; a firm physique that could wound Han Do-hoon himself—it was intoxicating. Han Do-hoon, having dispelled even the slightest lingering doubt in his mind, wielded Sa-yoon’s body as he pleased.

Han Do-hoon licked his lips with his tongue. It was a sensation he had never imagined, even in his dreams. Tight and moist, yet soft and yielding. The satisfaction of a pliant body trembling and responding to his movements was incomparable. Han Do-hoon now stroked Sa-yoon, who had buried his head in the bedding, emitting only sharp cries. He rubbed Sa-yoon’s front, which was already damp without direct stimulation, alternating it with familiar pleasure to excite him further. Sa-yoon’s eyes struggled to focus, then blurred and furrowed again. The sight of him shedding tears, unaware that he was crying, only served to further incite Han Do-hoon.

“Just a little more…”

Han Do-hoon clenched his teeth and swallowed his words. He knew Sa-yoon would endure, even if he pushed him to the very end of his desires. Sa-yoon would tremble with exhaustion but would not break. But then, there would be no next time. He smiled intensely at the thrilling moment, yet gritted his teeth.

He had to break free from this drug-like sensation. Even though he knew he should enjoy it in moderation, the tremor of the subtle muscles beneath his palm was addictively tempting him. How could he possibly stop when Sa-yoon reacted so sensitively?

While Han Do-hoon fought a desperate battle within himself, Sa-yoon, swept away, merely swayed with the pleasure that had consumed him from head to toe. His mind was utterly blank.