Chapter 48: Pleasure Enough to Ruin You

Is there a limit to the amount of a*ousal a person can feel? Go Ha-jin was learning the answer firsthand. The moment Chae Woo-seok truly began moving, excitement unlike anything he had ever experienced rapidly piled up inside him.

He forgot even the fear that the stretched-open hole might tear apart. He could no longer feel the painful e*ection trapped between their bodies as blood rushed back into him.

All he could feel was the hard c*ck sliding along his inner walls with slick heat, the thick h*ad th*usting deep as though rummaging through every corner inside him.

And that tongue, thick and relentless, moving inside his mouth as if it were another c*ck, licking and probing wherever it pleased.

“Mmngh! Hng…!”

Most bewildering of all was the fact that he didn’t hate any of it. Even the brutal th*usts that felt as though they might ruin him were nothing but overwhelming stimulation and pleasure.

If anything, he found himself hoping Woo-seok would never stop, his hand leaving the bedsheets only to wrap around Woo-seok’s back instead.

“Haah… Ha-jin, seriously… ngh… you were born for this. If you’re already this good your first time, I can’t wait to see what comes later.”

A bead of sweat slid from Woo-seok’s forehead, tracing the bridge of his nose before falling onto Ha-jin’s face beneath his eye. It almost looked like a tear. That would suit him too. Even now his flushed face looked indecently alluring, his eyes glazed and seductive.

His swollen lips were red and messy with saliva from their kissing. If tears were added on top of that…

F*ck. The thought alone sent more blood rushing into Woo-seok’s c*ck.

“Ah-!”

Unable to resist, he snapped his hips forward and buried himself hard, drawing a broken m*an from Ha-jin. No matter where he th*ust, the other man reacted to everything. It was almost fascinating.

Even after being ravaged for so long, the tight passage hadn’t lost its elasticity. That stubbornness suited its owner perfectly.

Holding back his org*sm was becoming increasingly difficult. Chae Woo-seok had always believed he could control the pace and duration of s*x however he wanted. Yet now, sensing his limit approaching, he already felt regret creeping in.

Even with his c*ck buried deep inside, he tried to slow himself by moving more gently, but the overheated walls around him clenched furiously, squeezing him as if angry.

“Ah… ahh!”

It resembled the moment earlier when Ha-jin had cl*maxed during p*netration, yet it was different.

The trembling body, the arms wrapped tightly around Woo-seok’s neck, the wet m*ans spilling from his lips, and all the while, the hole clamped down harder and harder around his c*ck.

“Ugh, f*ck…!”

Realizing he couldn’t hold back any longer, Woo-seok rolled his hips violently instead of the soft motions from before.

Smack. Smack.

The wet sounds rang out like blows landing. He slammed his c*ck in harshly enough that his own hips felt strained from the force, pulling all the way out until the head nearly escaped before driving back in to the root in a single th*ust, all while crushing Ha-jin tightly against him.

“Haa… you… this… ngh…”

Ha-jin couldn’t even form words. The pleasure overflowing from Woo-seok finally surpassed every limit he had.

Something exploded deep inside him.

It resembled cl*maxing from the front, yet it was completely different, far more intense. Several times stronger. Impossible to stop or suppress. A true explosion.

Warm, transparent liquid burst from inside him as if he’d wet himself, soaking the sheets and the insides of his thighs, even splattering onto Woo-seok’s lower body and c*arse hair as the alpha continued spilling inside him.

“Hngh…!”

The ecstasy was far greater and lasted far longer than any orga*m he’d ever felt before. Even the pulses of Woo-seok’s s*men striking deep inside felt pleasurable.

Before the sensation had fully faded, Ha-jin’s consciousness began to blur. His eyelids drooped heavily, sleep washing over him like a sweet tide.

Like honey.

A wonderfully sweet collapse into darkness.

****

“How’s his condition?”

“Director, uh… well…”

“Speak clearly. You’re pissing me off.”

Kim Oh-hyun was in an exceptionally foul mood. For the first time in ages, he’d gotten off work without overtime and had been in the middle of enjoying a very pleasant evening with his boyfriend when he received a call and got dragged here.

Still, he couldn’t openly complain. The man waiting for him, Chae Woo-seok, was in an even worse mood. No, “worse” wasn’t enough. He looked absolutely fu*king murderous.

Honestly, it would’ve been better if he just dropped the polite speech entirely instead of mixing formalities with threats.

“It seems like… overexertion.”

“Overexertion? Do you even know what this guy does for a living?”

“That’s exactly my point…? Why would he overwork himself…?”

When Oh-hyun first arrived, he’d thought he was looking at a murder scene.

The bedding was completely wrecked. Thick alpha pheromones saturated the room as if someone had gone into rut. And in the middle of the bed lay Omega Go Ha-jin in strangely disheveled clothing, soaked from head to toe as though he’d been dunked in water.

The red marks exposed across his skin made it obvious what had happened.

When Oh-hyun tried to lift the backward shirt Ha-jin was wearing to examine him more closely, Woo-seok nearly broke his wrist for touching him. Or threatened to. Something about crushing his hand beyond repair.

How the hell was he supposed to treat someone just by looking?

“I think… they may have overdone it a bit during s*x, Director.”

‘Seriously, how much s*x did they have to have for someone to end up like this?’

The pheromones filling the room were so dense they made breathing difficult. Thankfully Ha-jin didn’t seem close to death, but he’d probably be bedridden with body aches for days.

Watching Woo-seok snarl nearby, Oh-hyun felt deeply disgusted. The bastard clearly hadn’t outgrown his reckless habits and had apparently treated even his marriage partner like this.

Granted, Ha-jin himself had never exactly left Oh-hyun with pleasant memories either, but seeing someone as stubborn and sharp as him reduced to this state was unsettling.

“What is he, made of paper? Does it even make sense to pass out during s*x?”

Woo-seok himself looked equally offended.

The bastard had cl*maxed and blacked out before Woo-seok had even finished.

Sure, collapsing afterward from exhaustion was understandable. S*x was basically intense exercise. But did Oh-hyun know how Woo-seok had felt watching Ha-jin scream himself senseless before going limp in his arms?

For one horrifying second, he genuinely thought he’d killed him.

“F*ck, I thought I’d actually f*cked someone to death!”

Stories like that showed up in the news sometimes. For a moment he thought it had happened to him, and his heart nearly stopped.

The excitement he’d been feeling vanished instantly.

If they’d at least finished properly, maybe he could’ve accepted it, but collapsing right at the start?

It nearly became the worst se*ual experience of his life.

“…Well, it doesn’t necessarily mean that.”

“What do you mean?”

Every word from Woo-seok’s mouth sounded edged with knives.

“It’s just… if someone gets too excited, this can happen. If it feels too good… then…”

“So you’re saying my d*ck- I mean, that I’m just too good at s*x?”

“…Well. Yes. Cases like this happen after extreme stimulation sometimes, so there’s no need to worry. He’s basically just asleep.”

Huh.

Now that he thought about it…

Wasn’t that kind of impressive?

The irritation that had been building inside Woo-seok disappeared instantly at Oh-hyun’s explanation.

“…Medicine?”

“Apply this ointment according to the instructions, and let him rest. If anything seems wrong after he wakes up, have him call me.”

After handing over the ointment, Kim Oh-hyun fled the apartment as fast as possible.

F*cking psycho.

The man had practically turned someone into a corpse and was standing there looking proud of himself.

As Oh-hyun stormed away, another face suddenly came to mind, and his steps quickened.

“Yeah, babe… I’m on my way now. What? You’ll punish me if I’m late? I’m coming right now!”

Fortunately, the night wasn’t over yet.

****

“Ugh… ngh…”

Was this heaven?

No. Considering the way he’d lived his life, hell sounded more likely.

Sunlight pierced through his eyelids, forcing him awake. Everything looked blurry from the brightness.

“You awake?”

Ah.

So he was alive after all.

Relief flooded Go Ha-jin instantly. His last memory had been so vivid that the first thing he’d wondered upon waking was whether he had died.

That bastard… no, Chae Woo-seok’s voice had never sounded so welcome before.

“How… cough!”

His vision was still unfocused. The moment he opened his mouth, pain tore through his throat and a cough escaped him. His voice sounded shredded.

And his whole body hurt.

Every muscle ached, even ones he hadn’t known existed.

“They said it’s because Go Ha-jin is too horny.”

What kind of bullshit was that?

Woo-seok spoke calmly, completely serious. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t impossible to interpret things that way. Didn’t Kim Oh-hyun say he’d lost consciousness from overwhelming pleasure? Woo-seok had apparently translated that into something far more self-serving.

“…W-water…”

Ha-jin had countless rebuttals, but no strength left to make them. He felt like climbing directly into a coffin.

At his hoarse request, Woo-seok reacted immediately. For a brief moment he considered feeding him water mouth-to-mouth, then dismissed the idea instantly.

Why bother?

The idiot had passed out from enjoying himself too much before they’d even finished. If anything, he deserved punishment.

“Wait.”

Woo-seok returned with bottled water, carefully lifting Ha-jin by the neck and waist before holding the bottle to his lips.

Weakly parted lips accepted the water. Clear liquid trickled inside with soft gulping sounds, some spilling from the corners of his mouth before he could swallow.

F*ck.

Why did he drink water so obscenely?

Was he trying to seduce him again already?

It was absurd paranoia, but to Woo-seok it somehow felt logical. After all, hadn’t the omega practically lost his mind from pleasure the night before? Wanting more immediately after waking up didn’t seem impossible.

Watching those parted lips only made him regretful.

Why hadn’t he thought of stuffing his cock into that mouth yesterday?

“Why… are you staring at me like that…?”

“Like what?”

The moment Woo-seok removed the arm supporting his back, Ha-jin collapsed helplessly onto the bed.

‘This f*cking asshole…’

The curse nearly escaped him aloud.

So much for kindness. His true nature surfaced instantly.

“Rest today.”

“…I was planning to… cough!”

At this point he felt like he belonged in a nursing home. Even lying down made him want to lie down more.

But the fragile comfort didn’t last long.

Suddenly the warm blanket covering him was yanked away.

Then his pants were stripped off.

“W-what are you doing?”

Unlike his panicked voice, his body refused to respond properly.

Woo-seok climbed back onto the bed and spread Ha-jin’s thighs apart before settling between them.

“Spread them.”

“…What?”

Was this man genuinely insane?

He wanted s*x again in this situation?

Hadn’t he literally just told him to rest?

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