You Don’t Know Yet

Lee Kyung stuffed Haejun’s face into his groin and laughed softly.

The smell emanating from his center hit his nose directly.

The primal male scent made him gag and struggle, but the force pressing down on his head only grew stronger.

“Breathe through your nose. It won’t be as painful once you get used to it.”

His tone sounded quite considerate.

His fingertips slowly stroked the sensitive scalp.

It was a stroke so soft that it gave the fleeting illusion of tenderness for a second.

A chill ran down his head, causing Haejun to tear at the carpet without realizing it.

Kyung firmly grabbed the base of his shaft and rubbed it against the pale face.

The wet tip soaked his forehead and pressed against it.

At the firm yet yielding touch, Haejun felt his dignity as a human being being stomped on.

After pressing against the forehead, it slid slightly lower and poked his eyelid.

“Hngh.”

As the slimy fluid seeped between his tightly closed eyelids, Haejun found himself begging for forgiveness.

Kyung let out a short laugh.

“What exactly did Mr. Gi Haejun do wrong?”