Hyun-woong, who had raised his arm to point at the breast pump attached to his chest, flinched and gripped the blanket tightly again. Then he thrust his pelvis up sharply, pushing his cock deep into the tube Jae-min was holding. His abdomen trembled.
“Wait. I’m com-coming…!”
Hyun-woong ejaculated with his head twisted sharply to the side. At the same time, whitish liquid also spurted—spurt, spurt—from Hyun-woong’s nipples. What had been oozing out was now gushing forcefully at the moment of ejaculation.
“White stuff from both top and bottom at the same time…”
Jae-min muttered unconsciously and froze. Just now, his real, unadorned voice had come out. Feeling his blood run cold, Jae-min coughed unnecessarily.
“Ah, ahem. I caught a cold so my voice keeps fluctuating.”
Jae-min, who had disguised his voice again, pulled out the tube that was still holding Hyun-woong’s cock.
“Huuh…! A c-cold?”
He caught the lukewarm semen that Hyun-woong had released into the tube as it sloshed and fell downward with his other hand. Since he’d planned to torment Hyun-woong from the start, he didn’t particularly feel disgusted.
He could see from the corner of his eye that Hyun-woong, breathing roughly with gasps, was straightening his head that he’d turned to the side.
“Yees, I was surprised. Because of that strange sound. My voice just now was pretty bad, wasn’t it?”
“Uh… no.”
“Oh come on, really? It came out really low and rough.”
“It wasn’t strange, rather…”
His lips below the eye mask twitched and then thinned out. Hyun-woong, who had been hesitating, opened his mouth.
“It’s a voice I like.”
His small voice even carried a faint hint of laughter.
“…What?”
Jae-min’s steps stopped as he was moving to dispose of the tube covered in Hyun-woong’s semen in the trash. And at that moment, something shocking happened. Jae-min stiffly froze and lowered his head.
‘Fuck, why am I getting hard from hearing that?’
Jae-min’s center swelled up taut and tight just like Hyun-woong’s had been moments ago. His lower abdomen was aching.
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“What’s happened to me?”
Returning home, Jae-min lay sprawled on his bed and muttered. His soul had been practically gone since earlier.
After sending Hyun-woong off and quietly waiting for the end of his shift, on the bus ride home, and even after returning home—his head was in a daze.
‘No, why am I suddenly getting an erection after jerking off Kang Hyun-woong?’
Jae-min raised his head and looked down at his crotch. Earlier it had stiffened at an absurd timing and drove him crazy, but now it was just lying there quietly.
If he could, Jae-min wanted to have a conversation with his cock. To ask what the hell it was thinking. To ask if it had lost its mind. Of course, since a cock doesn’t have self-awareness, it has neither thoughts nor sanity to begin with, but he resented how it had stood up without its owner’s consent.
Haah, exhaling a deep sigh, Jae-min raised his arm and pressed down hard on his eye sockets. In the pitch-black spreading darkness, the earlier situation crept into his mind.
A man so huge that his broad shoulders and long legs stuck out beyond the treatment bed. A man with nothing on his body but an eye mask covering his eyes. Recalling his appearance with a milking machine attached to his chest, semen freshly smeared in his groin, breathing roughly—Jae-min’s mouth went dry again.
‘His chest was really huge, that’s true. His body was incredibly good, that’s true. It was hot how he didn’t know what to do when I touched him, that’s true.’
Thinking that way, a tingling sensation bit at his lower abdomen again. Jae-min suddenly raised his arm and slapped his own cheek. With a smack sound, he came to his senses a bit.
‘No, so what if his chest is big? He’s a guy, isn’t he? And it’s Kang Hyun-woong at that?’
No matter how much Jae-min liked large chests, it was clearly not a woman’s breasts but the pecs of a man crazy about exercise. And not just any man, but Kang Hyun-woong, the very person who stole Jae-min’s girlfriend, far removed from anything delicate and soft.
Jae-min chewed over each obvious fact one by one and clenched his molars tightly.
‘And I didn’t even get hard from seeing his chest, so why did I get hard from hearing what he said?’
If he’d gotten hard while touching his chest, he could have thought it was because he was crazy about chests and reacted even to a man’s chest and moved on. But the timing of his erection was strange.
“It’s a voice I like.”
It was something he’d said with a soft laugh, as if recalling something pleasant. It was a quiet, gentle voice—if there had been noise around, he might not have heard it.
He’d forgotten for a moment that he needed to disguise his voice due to the stimulating scene and blurted out words. He hadn’t expected such a reaction in return.
A voice he likes—does Hyun-woong have preferences even for men’s voices? Why would he say something like that, in that tone, after hearing my voice? Question marks without answers spun round and round in his head.
Of course, the hardest thing to understand among all of it was his lower body’s reaction.
Jae-min, who had been looking up at the ceiling with haggard eyes, smoothly raised his body.
“I guess I’ve been too far away from stimulating media lately.”
Muttering to himself with a wasted expression, Jae-min got up from the bed. He moved to sit in front of his desk. Jae-min took out his laptop, turned on the power, and gripped the mouse.
“My chest ideal type is still that person, after all…”
Entering an internet portal site, Jae-min typed someone’s name into the search bar. She was an actress who had become a hot topic for her voluptuous figure.
“Ha, she’s really incredible.”
As soon as he searched, a movie poster from last year appeared. This actress had played the role of a seductive killer in it. In the character poster, she was wearing a dress designed to fully reveal her cleavage, leaning forward.
Jae-min, who had been staring blankly at her sensual figure, tilted his head.
“Is he bigger?”
Jae-min unconsciously raised both hands. He curved his fingers, making a hand shape as if gripping something bulging and round.
“About this much… when you touch them, they’re soft and squishy…”
Twitch, twitch. His fingers moved. Even though he was clearly moving them in empty air, it felt as if he was actually kneading something firm and elastic. Jae-min, who had been blankly recalling the sensation, flinched and stiffened.
“Ha… Lim Jae-min. Are you crazy, seriously.”
To think of Hyun-woong’s chest while looking at a photo of a voluptuous female celebrity. Jae-min let out a despairing sigh and collapsed forward. He pressed his forehead firmly against the cold desk.
‘No, do I really get aroused just by large chests even with men?’
The timing of his erection wasn’t that, but looking back at himself—someone who wasn’t disgusted but kept suppressing the laughter that kept trying to emerge even while doing the bizarre act of kneading a man’s chest he hated and even milking him.
‘I don’t… like men too, do I?’
For a moment, his heart sank. He questioned his sexual orientation, which he’d never doubted once in his life. Jae-min gripped his hair with both hands.
“Ah! My head hurts!”
“Lim Jae-min, you’re too loud!”
When he shouted in despair, his mother’s angry voice came from beyond the door.
“Ah, sorry!”
Having shouted without realizing it, Jae-min apologized in a daze and sighed as he corrected his sitting posture.
“I should just finish preparing for the presentation, damn it…”
He closed the internet window and opened a Word document. The group project presentation was coming up soon. It was the presentation for the liberal arts class with Hyun-woong. He opened the script that was about 80% complete and stared at the screen, then held his forehead and dropped his head.
“…Haah.”
Jae-min’s burning gaze fixed somewhere. Was it because he’d recalled a lewd scene while gauging Hyun-woong’s chest size earlier? His groin was bulging up.
With his lower body heating up, he couldn’t focus on the assignment at all and could only think about touching and shaking this to quickly escape from this hazy state.
Rising from the chair, Jae-min approached the door and quietly locked it. He stared intently at the door that would protect him from his family members in the living room as if entrusting it, then turned around.
Returning to his desk, Jae-min licked his dry lips and took out his cock that had swollen stiffly. Being fair-skinned originally, Jae-min’s cock was also on the pale side. Hyun-woong’s cock was much darker than Jae-min’s.
He recalled that dark, large cock fitted into a transparent rubber tube, gulping and spitting out whitish fluid.
“I should have stolen one of those from the clinic. It worked well.”
Letting out a hollow laugh, Jae-min slowly gripped his heated cock and began moving it up and down. His cock, which had been responding since earlier, began swelling in size and dripping transparent fluid as he shook it rapidly.
“Hauk, huk.”
