“Hey, your speech toward your hyung…”
When Muju tried to give Taeju a sharp word, Taeju swiftly left the dining room holding Iseo. Muju, left alone at the wide table, was so out of it that he put down the spoon he’d been holding on the table.
“Haah, haa, you, why are you…!”
“What.”
Taeju stomped up the stairs so the entire house echoed. Each time, Iseo’s inside shriveled. It felt like the device’s vibration got stronger with each step. Afraid that Muju might follow, Iseo bit even his tongue and held back his panting moans.
“This… vibration, haah, you said you wouldn’t…!”
Even while speaking in broken syllables, Iseo’s words were filled with grievance.
“I just changed my mind.”
Taeju slightly twisted the arm holding his knees and kneaded Iseo’s buttocks. Iseo’s lower back stiffened tightly and his face turned pale.
“Huugh! Don’t…!”
Iseo gripped Taeju’s nape tightly. The elastic flesh under his palm stiffened rigidly.
“You want to be fucked? Want to buy older hyung’s dick too? Huh?”
Iseo’s waist intermittently bounced up and down. Taeju grasped the buttocks that were avoiding his hand even more forcefully and kneaded them.
For a moment, strength rushed to Iseo’s lower body and he strongly clenched the device settled inside. The more he clenched, the stronger the gouging feeling became. Iseo put strength below as if forgetting how to control his body. He felt like he would ejaculate.
It felt like the continuously rubbed inside would be thinly ground away. Iseo’s lips trembled. Rather than a large, long flesh pillar rubbing the entire inside long and fast, the stimulation of continuously rubbing one spot literally felt like it wore down his mind.
“Go-gonna cum…!”
Iseo couldn’t properly finish his words and pissed semen into his pants.
Taeju’s face heated with desire in an instant. He quickly sat Iseo on the bed in his room.
“Fuck, you came again with that thing?”
“Huuk, uk! Uuk!”
Iseo dropped tears pitifully. The problem from the start was going downstairs with such a device inside him. No, trusting Yeon Taeju was the mistake. Sorrow flowed in succession along with resentment and self-reproach.
With hands trembling like dry reeds, Iseo pushed Taeju away. Then on his own, regardless of whether Taeju watched or not, he took off his pants and underwear at once.
Love juice and semen stuck to the underwear and groin, stretching like spider webs. Taeju gulped down dry saliva. His groin had already swollen plumply.
“Hauuk, you, you bastard…! In front of Yeon Muju… like that… huk!”
If Iseo had been even a bit more conscious, he would have cursed every swear word he knew. The sight of barely panting while taking off clothes struck a chord beyond being pitiful. In a sadistic way.
Iseo grasped the cord remaining like a long tail himself and slowly pulled. There was a power button at the end of the cord, so he hadn’t thought there would be a separate wireless remote.
Iseo cried miserably because he was dumbfounded and pathetic at himself. He absolutely shouldn’t have shown such an appearance. He had shown his trembling in pleasure to family.
The vibrating device slowly came out of Iseo’s anus. The inside must have been so wet that the device slid out smoothly when it came out.
Iseo glared at Taeju while panting with uneven breathing from crying. Taeju knelt on both knees in front of Iseo and met his gaze. Matching his face that gradually lowered, Iseo’s chin that had been raised tightly also gradually lowered.
“Huu, uuuk, you, I trusted you…!”
His breathing kept trembling urgently with sorrow and pleasure. Iseo wanted to blame him more firmly and sharply, but it was difficult. Yeon Taeju even smiled while looking at him like that, just like before. It was a smile that made him think it was sweet.
“You know how to do pretty things too.”
Yeon Taeju kissed Iseo’s mouth. They touched so lightly that he barely felt they collided. Rather, at that regrettable contact, Iseo forgot his sorrow and slightly stretched out his neck.
“Don’t smile looking at older hyung. My eyes are rolling.”
Iseo’s mouth opened round. The sorrow that had welled up disappeared without a trace.
Was what he heard correct? Iseo only blinked his eyes repeatedly. What did it mean? What did he mean by what he was saying right now? Don’t smile? Don’t smile at hyung?
“I’ll go downstairs, send hyung off, and come back. Wait here.”
Tears that had been pooling quietly rolled down his wet cheeks. Iseo, who’d been standing there blankly, hurriedly wiped his cheeks.
Taeju’s large hand wrapped around everything from the nape of his neck to his jawbone. His thumb swept once more over the cheek Iseo had wiped.
Those words sounded like he was telling him to smile only for him. Everything in front of him became hazily faint except for Yeon Taeju. No, all his senses rejected everything except Yeon Taeju.
Iseo’s heart pumped at an even faster tempo than before. It wasn’t blood circulating through his entire body, but heat. Yeon Taeju whispering affectionately toward him seemed as if he was jealous. Shivers and chills crossed through Iseo alternately.
“Got it?”
Taeju straightened his kneeling legs and stood up. Iseo unconsciously grabbed Taeju’s hand.
“Why?”
“I’ll come with you too… but let me change clothes.”
“What for? Do you really want that hyung’s cock?”
Ah, Iseo only let out a low groan and shook his head vigorously. He had no idea how many times he had to say no before Yeon Taeju would believe him.
“Just wait with your legs spread like that. I’ll chase that hyung away quickly.”
Yeon Taeju disappeared outside the room in a flash. Iseo slowly blinked his eyes. The fact that he’d shown Yeon Muju such an absurd appearance had already disappeared to the far reaches of his memory.
Yeon Taeju was jealous. He was anxious that he might get another cock. It must just be because of money. He tried hard to think negatively, but his chest ached because of his pounding heart. Iseo clutched the opening of his chest as if soothing his heart that was pumping rapidly, forgetting its own rhythm.
“Is Iseo okay?”
“No.”
Taeju answered irritably, annoyed by the shirt he’d roughly thrown on to cover his swollen groin. Of course Yeon Muju had no interest whatsoever in the area between his legs. He was simply curious about Seok Iseo who had suddenly disappeared.
“Does this happen often? He was fine earlier but why was he suddenly panting like that…”
“Panting like what.”
“No, his face looked a bit strange. He was crying while looking at me.”
Fuck, really? Yeon Taeju ground his teeth. Anger surged up for no reason.
“It doesn’t happen often. He suddenly got like that today.”
“Ah, really?”
Taeju made up an excuse while sitting across from Muju at the dining table. Muju scratched the back of his head vigorously.
“If his condition is like that, it’s really awkward to say more.”
“Say what you need moderately and go. Is big hyung still doing odd jobs for big hyung?”
“Tsk! Your manner of speaking!”
“Bullshit.”
“Hey! Don’t act like that toward Seok Iseo. I think you could manipulate him well.”
Taeju, who’d been fidgeting his butt wanting to go to the bed where Seok Iseo was lying right away, only raised his eyes at those words.
“What are you talking about?”
“No, you two seem really close. I thought he’d listen if it’s something you say.”
The corners of Taeju’s mouth split lengthily upward.
“You noticed now? Then go.”
Muju tapped lightly on the table with his clenched hand, anxious. Taeju glanced at big hyung’s face and leaned back comfortably in his chair. Thinking of Seok Iseo lying upstairs with his legs spread, it would be right to tell him to fuck off right away. But Taeju also felt like listening to hyung’s story a bit. His face looked really anxious.
“What should I tell Seok Iseo, how?”
“Huh?”
Muju, who seemed to have been thinking about something else, stretched out his neck and asked back.
“What should I say. There must be a way you want me to ask for help. Like, how much you’ll give him.”
Taeju said that and laughed in disbelief. The fate of the family business hanging on his cock. This was the second most absurd experience. The first was of course between Seok Iseo’s legs.
“I haven’t thought that far?”
“Fuck, seriously, hyung…”
“Hey, does the side asking for help get to decide how to grovel? The one with power decides.”
That was also true, Taeju adjusted his posture and ran his hand over his dry lips.
But that’s not quite it either. If he asked Iseo for help using sex as an excuse, from what he’d seen so far, it seemed he wouldn’t refuse. But the worrying part was the scale.
If it’s business versus business, his few thousand Risbi might be like ant tears. Since he had no practical experience, Taeju found it difficult to even roughly estimate how much.
“Big hyung must have said something.”
