Surim couldn’t bring himself to plead any further and began to sniffle. The fear that he might forever tremble with this tingling pleasure and never reach the end was crushing him.
To put it bluntly, he wanted this dizzying pleasure to transform into something more intense and sweep him away.
“Mm…”
Song Hanyeong, who let out a low moan, finally raised his head. He looked clean and composed as if nothing had happened.
Except for one thing—blood stained his lips, but when he wiped it with the tip of his thumb, he became perfect again.
“Hng…”
Once released from Song Hanyeong, all the strength drained from Surim’s body. If Song Hanyeong hadn’t wrapped an arm around his waist to support him, he would have collapsed and sprawled out on the desk.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine… No, this is… strange. My body is too…”
“That will be fine.”
Hearing those words, Surim smiled sheepishly in relief. Even though the blood-drinking had ended, the dizzying pleasure still remained, swaying inside his body.
Still, he wasn’t completely without reason.
Surim understood that what had just happened was merely a side effect of the blood-drinking act, and that Song Hanyeong hadn’t intentionally made him this way. If so, then it wasn’t time to cling to him any longer.
Thinking that, Surim finally succeeded in pushing away Song Hanyeong’s shoulders as he had resolved to do when the blood-drinking began. Though with his arms trembling so much, the process looked more like Song Hanyeong allowed himself to be pushed away rather than Surim actually pushing him.
Surim, who had nearly fallen backward as his strength gave out, barely managed to prop himself up with both arms behind him. While Surim was gasping for breath like that, Song Hanyeong spread Surim’s legs again and slipped between them.
“Thank you. I think I can live now.”
“…Did I… help?”
“Very much so.”
“I’m glad…”
Surim answered in a dazed tone, rubbing his reddened eyes with the back of his hand and twisting his body to get down from the desk, but Song Hanyeong stopped him. Song Hanyeong trapped him by placing his hands on either side of Surim and whispered softly.
“Now it seems to be my turn to return the favor.”
“Wh-what…?”
“This.”
“Hyak!”
At the touch reaching between his legs, Surim screamed and tried to draw his legs together, but was caught by Song Hanyeong again.
“I-I don’t need anything like returning the favor!”
“Then what about this?”
Firmly, Song Hanyeong pressed his palm over Surim’s pants and asked. At the dizzying sensation, his thighs trembled.
“I-I’ll, I’ll take care of it my-myself…!”
“How?”
“Well! I’ll do it well!”
“Then try doing it.”
“…What?”
Song Hanyeong took a step back and crossed his arms. As if he would watch, telling him to try masturbating.
Surim stared blankly at Song Hanyeong with his mouth hanging open, then suddenly snapped to his senses. Song Hanyeong definitely wasn’t in his right mind right now. If he were in his right mind, he couldn’t have said something like that.
Surim had only intended to let him drink his blood today. Now that had been accomplished, it was right for them to part ways.
“If you need me to return the favor, say so.”
“I-I said I don’t need anything like that!”
“No. They say that if you’re a person, you should repay when you receive help.”
You’re not a person though. Surim swallowed the words that were about to burst out and recklessly jumped down from the table. He thought that if he ran away, even this man wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
However, Song Hanyeong nonchalantly grabbed Surim’s waist and sat him back on the table. It was inhuman strength.
“Wh-what are you doing!”
Song Hanyeong pretended not to hear and pushed Surim further inside toward the desk. Surim’s body, pushed up until the back of his knees touched the edge of the desk, fell backward and his head hit with a thud.
“Ugh…”
But there was no time to groan. Because Song Hanyeong had put his hand on his pants hook. Surim, startled, sat up, but in that time the zipper was already being pulled down.
“Manager-nim!”
“Yes.”
In a tone so ordinary you’d never think he was pulling down someone’s zipper and placing his hand over their underwear, Song Hanyeong answered. Song Hanyeong’s hand was pressing firmly over his member. In that state, Song Hanyeong stared at Surim. As if waiting for a response to having just been called.
Surim looked at Song Hanyeong with disbelieving eyes.
“St-stop… Please stop…”
“You’re not doing well on your own.”
“…What?”
Surim, who had been dazed wondering what he meant, belatedly realized it was about masturbation.
“I-I’ll do it alone…”
“Then there’s no way to confirm if you did it well.”
Surim’s mouth fell open in shock. So he really intended to confirm that? It was hard to believe that the man spouting such absurd words was really Song Hanyeong.
He had only wanted to share his blood with Song Hanyeong, who was becoming gaunt day by day, but things were proceeding in a strange direction.
When Surim couldn’t say anything, Song Hanyeong bent down and pulled down his underwear with his teeth. His half-erect member popped out and touched Song Hanyeong’s face.
“Manager-nim, Manager-nim, Manager-niim…!”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“No, that’s not what I— Hiiik…!”
Surim clasped both hands together and shuddered. Because a hot, wet sensation he’d never felt before had swallowed his member.
This can’t be happening. Making Song Hanyeong put something like that in his mouth!
It was something that shouldn’t be done. Song Hanyeong wasn’t someone who should do such dirty things.
Surim trembled with his thighs, trying hard not to squeeze Song Hanyeong’s head. However, making a mockery of his efforts to endure by clenching his clasped hands tightly, as soon as Song Hanyeong moved his head, Surim snapped his knees together.
“…I can’t move like this, Jin Surim-ssi.”
“D-don’t move. You don’t have to move!”
Right, this was the answer. Surim deliberately squeezed Song Hanyeong’s head tightly with his thighs. It was an action based on the thought that he just needed to keep him from moving, but it only resulted in pulling Song Hanyeong’s head into his groin.
Song Hanyeong, tightly squeezed by foolish Jin Surim’s thighs and pushed forward, took the member in front of him into his mouth again.
“Hyak…!”
A moan close to a scream flowed out. When Song Hanyeong looked up, Surim, who had raised only his upper body by propping himself up on the desk with his elbows, was staring at him with eyes full of betrayal.
Song Hanyeong wanted to betray Jin Surim even more. So while gently rubbing his testicles with his hand, he took Jin Surim’s member completely into his mouth. The firmly erect member stabbed at his throat, but he swallowed it down without difficulty. Though this was his first time, it wasn’t particularly difficult.
“W-wait, you don’t have to do this…! Huk, ugh, this is strange… Manager-nim, please…!”
Jin Surim, who had been pouring out words, finally covered his mouth tightly with both hands as if unable to stand the moans escaping between his words. Even so, from the movements of his lower abdomen trembling and intermittently tensing, it was clear how much Jin Surim was feeling.
After moving back and forth a few times to stimulate the entire member in that state, before even moving ten times, thick semen spurted out from the tip of Jin Surim’s member.
“Ugh, hnngh…!!”
Surely he’s not premature. Song Hanyeong swallowed his suspicions. Raising his body while leaving the semen on his lips as it was, Jin Surim, who had been lying on the table gasping for breath, reflexively looked at Song Hanyeong and opened his eyes wide.
“S-sorry! I’m sorry! Uwaaah…”
Song Hanyeong grabbed the waist of Jin Surim, who was flustered and sitting up, pulled him toward himself, and pressed their lips together as is. Perhaps thinking it was better than having his dick sucked, Jin Surim accepted the kiss mixed with his own semen without resistance.
“Hngh… Mmm…”
Jin Surim, who had gulped down his own semen, rubbed his tongue against Song Hanyeong’s tongue with a somewhat disgusted feeling. As if washing away the unpleasant taste. Then, groaning and with a struggling attitude, he began to push Song Hanyeong’s tongue out of his mouth.
Song Hanyeong took advantage of that aggressive attitude to enjoy rubbing and licking their tongues together. When his attempts to keep pushing didn’t work as he wanted, Surim even grabbed Song Hanyeong’s shoulders tightly with his hands.
Eventually, Song Hanyeong obediently allowed himself to be pushed back, wanting to see what he would do. Jin Surim pushed his tongue into Song Hanyeong’s mouth, then hooked his tongue over his teeth. Then he looked up at Song Hanyeong, who wasn’t doing anything, with puzzled eyes.
Song Hanyeong, who had been observing Jin Surim with his eyes open from the start, belatedly realized what that meant. Right now, Jin Surim was asking ‘why aren’t you biting my tongue?’ Expecting a kiss punctuated with blood like last Friday.
Song Hanyeong smiled viciously and bit Jin Surim’s tongue. When he bit hard enough to draw blood, Jin Surim seemed to stiffen from the pain, then soon relaxed again and closed his eyes tightly as if he would follow whatever was done. Physiological tears that had been welling up ran down the corners of Jin Surim’s eyes.
“Oomph… Ugh, huk…”
A kiss close to plundering that licked and drank every corner of his mouth continued. Surim clenched his fists tightly, trying not to lose consciousness this time, but later, finding it too difficult, he endured while gripping Song Hanyeong’s shoulders.
The kiss full of the taste of blood, which continued as his tongue was bitten several more times, only ended after Surim had become completely exhausted.
