Chapter 8: The Compromise

Black, flowing hair swayed before his forehead. Even with his face half-obscured, his prominent nose asserted its presence.

Though his expression was blank, In-tae sensed his intense focus. It was a look of deep concentration he’d never seen, not even when Jung Ban-ri studied at his desk.

Perhaps he’d glimpsed something similar when they were very, very young, but…

‘What is he staring at so intently?’ In-tae imagined himself caught in Jung Ban-ri’s gaze. He pictured his lower body completely exposed, not just naked, but with his buttocks spread wide by his own hands.

His flesh was squeezed to the point of bruising, leaving the space between his buttocks fully revealed to Jung Ban-ri’s eyes.

The opening, raw and swollen from dry friction, must be a vivid red, relentlessly pierced by a massive thrust of flesh.

‘Mercy… it was futile to expect something Jung Ban-ri lacked from his d*ck.’

“Ugh…”

The sound barely escaped his lips. ‘I can’t endure this much longer… there’s no choice but to finish it quickly.’ Timing it with Jung Ban-ri’s entry, In-tae clenched his opening tightly.

Suddenly, with a resounding bang, the figure reflected in the mirror vanished. In its place, a white hand, veins bulging, pressed against the glass where Jung Ban-ri had been.

As Jung Ban-ri gripped the mirror, pushing his body forward, the penetration deepened considerably.

“Relax.”

His voice, low and gravelly, rumbled from behind him.

“No, ugh!”

Jung Ban-ri roughly withdrew his shaft, then spoke, leaving only the thick glans hooked at the entrance.

“Is it fine if you tear?”

“Is that even a question?!”

“You said it was fine before.”

“What nonsense—ugh!”

“You said that the first time we did it.”

‘…Damn it. Back then… I was so infatuated with you, so desperate to have you just once, I couldn’t see anything else.’

“f*ck, do you think it’d be alright? If there’s blood on my pants, you won’t get off scot-free. I’ll tell our classmates you beat the living hell out of me and made me bleed.”

“…You’ll say I ‘hit’ you?”

“Yes, you bastard. Even with your good image, they’ll believe it. There’s no other plausible scenario.”

‘Who would ever think Jung Ban-ri and I were having s*x here, now?’

Jung Ban-ri’s brow furrowed slightly. ‘Fortunately, my threat seemed to have worked….’

‘…Or not.’

“Ah, hmph!”

The bastard thrust his hips in short, powerful pumps, his shaft still embedded. It was clearly his intention to force the tense muscles to relax.

Each intense impact against his sensitive inner flesh sent a searing heat through him, draining the strength from his body. Unable to resist, his body was slowly pushed forward until his forehead hit the mirror with a thud.

The impact felt less severe than the shock it caused, but the noise of hitting the mirror made his heart continually clench. In-tae stretched his arms back, pushing Jung Ban-ri away.

“Hmph! f*ck, you pull out!”

Jung Ban-ri’s d*ck pulled away as if tearing at his inner walls. Having been pushed back only slightly, he seemed poised to thrust back in at any moment.

In-tae quickly covered the space between his buttocks with his palm. The heat from his abused, swollen opening was palpable.

“It’s almost over anyway—”

He couldn’t finish the retort.

The glans, nudging his hand, felt dry; it seemed Jung Ban-ri hadn’t even pre-cummed yet. As if refusing to dignify such nonsense with a reply, Jung Ban-ri pressed his d*ck against In-tae’s hand, as if urging him to move it.

In-tae could somewhat understand Jung Ban-ri’s frustration. It was only natural to be displeased when a sexual encounter was interrupted before ejaculation.

While In-tae himself was frantically suppressing his arousal out of fear and anxiety of being discovered, Jung Ban-ri, free from such emotional hindrances, undoubtedly wanted to finish as usual.

He would usually try to accommodate, but if the act became as intense as this, he wouldn’t be able to suppress his moans, let alone the noise. In-tae sat up, beginning to speak.

“I know you want more, but didn’t you hear Ye-eun’s call earlier? She’s practically frantic for us to come quickly….”

Jung Ban-ri’s face, as In-tae met his gaze, clearly showed displeasure. His lower half was equally agitated. He had to exert so much force, veins bulging on his hand, to push his firmly pressed shaft back into In-tae that it was almost painful.

‘He must be… quite distressed.’

In-tae changed his mind about stopping.

“I’ll do it by mouth.”

‘At least that way, there won’t be any noise.’

“That’ll take even longer then.”

With that criticism of his technique, negotiations immediately collapsed. His wounded pride ached, yet he couldn’t refute it. Truthfully, he had never made Jung Ban-ri climax through oral s*x.

Moreover, after stubbornly trying to swallow all of Jung Ban-ri’s length and accidentally grazing him with his teeth a few times, Jung Ban-ri – who previously had no particular sexual preferences – began to favor penetration over oral.

He would try to insert himself even after just a few licks.

“…You should listen to the end, you know. I was going to use my mouth for just the glans, and my hand for the rest. After all, if you shove your entire length in, I won’t be able to hold back my coughs.”

Jung Ban-ri, who detested being touched by In-tae’s hands, wore an even more displeased expression.

“If you want to finish quietly and quickly, this is the best option.”

“……”

“If you don’t like it, then deal with it yourself.”

Just as In-tae was about to pull up his briefs and pants, which had fallen to his knees, Jung Ban-ri’s hand shot between his legs.

With powerful force, he lifted In-tae’s right thigh. Losing his balance, In-tae was shoved against the wall, the cold surface pressing against his back.

His center of gravity unexpectedly shifted, causing his knees to buckle and his body to sway uncontrollably. He was only prevented from collapsing entirely because his body was wedged tightly between Jung Ban-ri and the wall.

Jung Ban-ri pushed his hips forward, thrusting his d*ck upward. With nowhere to retreat, In-tae could only receive the relentless assault. As his inner walls were suddenly pierced, a wave of intense nausea brought tears to his eyes.

In-tae quickly bit his lip and pressed both hands firmly over it. Had his hands moved even a fraction slower, a moan would have certainly escaped him.

Jung Ban-ri’s movements grew even more violent. He thrust his shaft to its root, churning his body as if plunging a pump.

As the massive organ wildly churned within his flattened abdomen, a squelching sound of liquid even echoed from deep inside.

Fortunately, because they were pressed together as one solid mass, no other frictional noises were made.

This was Jung Ban-ri’s chosen method for a quick, silent finish. And it was undoubtedly the most effective approach.

Even so, Jung Ban-ri had made his own compromise. Though chosen to stifle noise, this intimate, body-to-body contact was something the fastidious man never truly liked.

In-tae braced himself, pressing strength into the leg planted on the floor. It wouldn’t make a big difference, but he hoped to minimize physical contact with Jung Ban-ri, even just a little.

“Ugh.”

Before long, a short groan escaped him. A sharp pain shot up his ankle; his injured leg apparently couldn’t bear the prolonged weight.

As his body instinctively stiffened, Jung Ban-ri abruptly froze. He lowered his head, meeting In-tae’s eyes.

The smooth skin between his brows, directly before In-tae, furrowed into a faint line, and his sharp jaw tensed as if clenching his molars.

Displeasure radiated from him. Feeling as though Jung Ban-ri might order him to relax his muscles at any moment, In-tae quickly offered an excuse.

“My leg….”

“…What is it?”

Jung Ban-ri’s voice was chillingly cold. In-tae hadn’t expected a warm response anyway. Yet…

‘In-tae, you shouldn’t strain your ankle yet.’

Jung Ban-ri’s words, spoken with a gentle, albeit masked, smile, still echoed in his ears. They were crimson lies, spilling from his red lips.

It would be a lie to say he felt no resentment. Each time their bodies intertwined so hotly, he found himself, against his better judgment, foolishly hoping Jung Ban-ri might treat him with a touch of warmth. It was utterly absurd.

“This leg….”

He was about to say, ‘the injured one,’ but clamped his mouth shut. Even if Jung Ban-ri was consumed by s*x, he wouldn’t forget In-tae’s injury.

His memory surpassed normal limits, as if all his intelligence had concentrated in the part of his brain meant for emotions.

The reason Jung Ban-ri would overexert an injured leg was obvious: he simply didn’t care. Therefore, neither complaining about the pain nor expressing the surging resentment would be of any use.

“Switch to the other leg.”

In-tae conveyed his request concisely. Immediately, he felt Jung Ban-ri grip his left thigh.

“Ugh!”

However, contrary to his expectation that only his left leg would be lifted, Jung Ban-ri raised both his legs and thrust his hips.

The penetration, now bearing Jung Ban-ri’s full weight, was excessively deep. It felt as if Jung Ban-ri’s entire mass of flesh was filling his abdomen.

‘You bastard, I asked you to switch legs, not tear my stomach open!’ Unable to voice the words, In-tae instead glared at the monster, his eyes brimming with curses.

His beautiful face appeared contorted by the physiological tears welling in his eyes. Since he had never once seen the monster cry, that indistinct image naturally seemed to resemble a smile more.

‘f*ck, does he enjoy seeing me cry from pain? As if it somehow relieves his displeasure.’

A baseless resentment simmered within him. Soon, however, he was incapable of thought. Jung Ban-ri began to accelerate his pace terrifyingly. To avoid falling, In-tae had no choice but to embrace him.

‘He’ll hate it if I hug him… Well, it’s his own fault.’

In-tae squeezed his eyes shut and gripped Jung Ban-ri’s shoulders tightly. Even amidst the chaos, his heart pounded wildly the moment he held onto those firm muscles and pulled him close.

Jung Ban-ri’s ragged breaths poured into In-tae’s ear. Despite how intimately they had intertwined their bodies countless times, Jung Ban-ri’s breathing felt unfamiliar.

During s*x, he rarely made a sound; his breathing would quicken closer to climax, but In-tae had never heard such rough gasps before.

Even when their lower halves were pressed together, there had always been a certain distance between them.

‘Is it always like this right before ejaculation, or is he exerting more effort because he’s supporting my entire body?’ He knew he would likely never find out. Unless a unique situation like this arose again, he wouldn’t hear it.

‘This s*x is truly insane—but I’m glad we did it.’

In-tae listened intently to Jung Ban-ri’s ragged breaths, diligently clenching and unclenching below. Jung Ban-ri’s breathing grew progressively rougher. As if contagious, his own heart rate surged with the fierce rhythm.

In-tae composed his surging emotions. He couldn’t relax until the very end.

Without a condom, any mistake during ejaculation would be problematic. The ideal method for destroying evidence was to catch it cleanly in his hand and wash it away.