“Hng, ah, it hurts!”
He tried to endure it, but eventually a scream escaped. But Do-ha, filled with excitement, didn’t even hear that.
The hard lump of flesh dug mercilessly into the tender flesh that stung at the slightest touch. The inside was also swollen and puffy, making it painfully chilling every time he pounded deep inside. But Do-ha knew this and still showed no mercy.
“Fuck, Jung Hui-myeong, don’t even think about doing fucked-up shit. You have to live your whole life offering me your hole like this.”
He spoke as if chewing the words, then bent down and sank his teeth into Hui-myeong’s shoulder.
“Aheuk! Ungh!”
His bite marks and kiss marks were already densely covering his entire body, yet he persistently found empty spots to leave red marks. They were marks that he belonged entirely to Do-ha.
“If you even look at another bastard, I’ll shove my cock in their eyeballs, so don’t even think about looking elsewhere, and don’t even think about crying in front of others. I absolutely can’t stand seeing those bastards get hard looking at you. Ha, fuck!”
Do-ha made threats while deliberately sucking deeply on the upper part of Hui-myeong’s neck. It was strong pressure that wouldn’t disappear in just a day or two.
“Ahheungh!”
Hui-myeong’s brow furrowed involuntarily as a moan burst out. What kind of taste is it to tell me to come to your wedding and then leave marks like a whore all over visible places? Knowing his terrible obsession, it wasn’t even surprising anymore.
“Should I break your legs before you go? Huh?”
He’s really gone insane. Hui-myeong thought as he watched Do-ha spew harsh words recklessly. He must have been holding back a lot in his own way. Even for a psychopath like him, marrying while leaving Hui-myeong behind couldn’t have been easy. Then suddenly, Hui-myeong was startled to find himself trying to understand Do-ha again.
Maybe the real crazy one isn’t Do-ha but myself, siding with him even in this situation. That fact disgusted Hui-myeong.
“Aheuk, ungh. Ugh!”
Every time he roughly thrust his hips, the plates on the table shook. They’ll fall at this rate. Hui-myeong’s gaze turned to the bustling, colliding plates. Ignoring this and pushing his body harder, the precariously perched plates eventually fell one by one and shattered with a crash. Naturally, Do-ha, in the middle of sex, didn’t care about such things.
“Ahak, heuk, ah, it hurts. Do-ha, ungh, it hurts!”
When he stabbed deep inside, the pain starting from his stomach rose all the way up to his throat. Having been overworked yesterday, if he continued any more, he’d need to go to the hospital. Though Hui-myeong was used to pain during sex, today he absolutely couldn’t endure it. Forget attending the wedding, at this rate I really won’t be able to walk.
Perhaps that was what Do-ha wanted. For Hui-myeong to get injured somewhere and lie obediently at home for a week.
“Shit, hng, ungh!”
Do-ha cursed and thrust his lower body up with a thud. As he shot semen deep into the hole, he pushed in to the base of his shaft and checked Hui-myeong’s reaction. As he rubbed his hips persistently, the inside trembled as if screaming. Hui-myeong clenched his fists and endured the pain.
“Aaaak! Hheeu……, ugh! Ha, uuu……, ge-gently, please! Aak!”
“Huu, Jung Hui-myeong, you’re my weakness. Hng, but I like you so fucking much, fuck, that’s why I’m going through with this shitty wedding right now. So, you need to listen well, don’t you.”
Despite Hui-myeong’s screams of pain, Do-ha hugged him as if to burst his stomach and pushed his lower body in even deeper.
“Heueok, hheeu. I-I’ll listen. Uungh!”
The already swollen mucous membrane expanded further. Even the soft lump of flesh felt like it was being rubbed with rough sandpaper. Every time he rubbed the deeply reached place, it tingled to his fingertips. But if he cried, he’d be tormented more, so he had to endure. This crazy bastard gets more excited by Jung Hui-myeong’s tears anyway.
“I love you, Hui-myeong-ah. Fuck! Huu, if I could, I’d want to dig out your heart and chew it up. So stay put until I come back. Got it?”
“Ha, ugh! Uungh, ungh!”
Only after squeezing out every last drop of semen did Do-ha lift up Hui-myeong’s body that had been bent over the table. Hui-myeong, whose legs had given out, swayed like paper and knelt on the floor. At his eye level, he could see Do-ha’s cock wetly protruding from his drawers.
“Clean it up.”
Even in his hazy state, Hui-myeong struggled to open his mouth and stuck out his tongue. While he was meticulously sucking the semen on the surface of his cock, Do-ha got excited again. It seems like 10 minutes passed long ago, but this crazy bastard has no intention of calming down. Do-ha gripped his hair as if to tear it out and moved his hips.
Only after ejaculating once more in Hui-myeong’s mouth did he finally straighten his pants.
“Now I think I can have a good wedding.”
Do-ha smiled with satisfaction and fiddled with Hui-myeong’s lips. His face still held faint excitement, making him look at a glance like someone with a fever.
Hui-myeong was too exhausted to react at all. On the other hand, Do-ha, who had barely slept and expended energy all night, was bright as if he’d eaten good nutritious food.
“I love you, Myeong-ah. See you later.”
After neatly adjusting his clothes, Do-ha gave him a brief kiss and left the hotel room.
4.
“Fucking bastard.”
Hui-myeong muttered quietly toward the door where Do-ha had disappeared.
With all strength drained from his body, Hui-myeong collapsed where he stood. He’d been so miserable earlier, but now no tears came. His back teeth throbbed from how hard he’d been slapped on the cheek.
He could control his strength a bit.
He couldn’t understand what kind of sick hobby it was to tell him to come to the wedding and then beat him with all his might.
The room was a mess. The wall was stained with the coffee thrown earlier, and on the floor were scattered broken cups, plates, and food. He could imagine the bedroom without even looking. Do-ha doesn’t use condoms so there won’t be dirty trash, but since they were stuck together until dawn, the blankets and sheets will be covered in semen. Usually fastidious Do-ha was no different from a beast when he set his mind to having sex.
What would the cleaning people think seeing the miserable state of a suite room where two men stayed? At that moment, the image of people watching him being used by Do-ha came to mind. The scene was specific. Unidentifiable people sitting in their respective places, watching Hui-myeong panting and stroking their genitals.
What am I thinking?
Hui-myeong soon shook his head. It was an absurd delusion created by his long-standing anxiety about cameras. Given Do-ha’s nature, installing cameras in the room where he stayed would be impossible, so Hui-myeong forcibly erased the stupid thought.
This is the worst, really.
Even normally they’d mix bodies intensely at hotels, but it was the first time things got this messy with food and coffee spilled everywhere. The fact that it was on the wedding day of the man he’d been stuck to all night made it even more miserable.
Hui-myeong, who struggled to stand up by gripping the chair, headed to the bathroom with slow steps. With each step, the semen that had been wetly deposited inside ran down his inner thighs. It was something that happened often, but today it felt particularly dirty. Even after turning on hot water and scrubbing his whole body until it turned red, the unpleasantness didn’t fade, so he lathered on soap several more times.
When he inserted his finger into the hole to extract the semen, an involuntary “ugh” sound burst from his mouth. The inside was so swollen and puffy that not even his pinky finger could fit. To have forcibly spread this open and shoved that huge cock in—I was impressive for enduring it.
“Ha, son of a bitch.”
Curses kept coming out vocally. He’d had rough sex countless times, but yesterday and today were special. With Hui-myeong being sick for the past few days and unable to enjoy properly, plus the anxiety of having to be apart for a whole week, Do-ha had been more violent than usual.
He must have really intended to wreck my body so I couldn’t do anything else. Otherwise, how could he act like a mad dog right up until leaving? To him, Hui-myeong was about the level of a beloved doll that could be fixed and used again even if it broke a little, so after comfortably going on his honeymoon and returning, he could just hold his clean body again and that would be that.
Even after coating it with soapy lather and gently scraping inside, it was too painful to reach deep. Even if it meant having a stomachache, this was the best he could do.
After coming out wearing a shower gown, Hui-myeong stopped drying his hair mid-motion and blankly looked outside.
Among all those buildings out there, is there a place I could go? Does there exist a place to hide so well that Do-ha couldn’t find me? But escaping completely from him was impossible.
To think he would’ve stolen my passport.
Well, it’s not like Do-ha to let things go so easily. He couldn’t even leave the country, so if he tried to use his wits poorly, he might get counterattacked instead. If that happened, even this precious week of freedom would be taken away.
What a state I’m in.
The more he mulled over his situation, the more futile it felt. He couldn’t even identify exactly what this feeling was. He desperately wanted to run away, yet he was also scared. Would there ever come a day when I could walk out on my own and live in a world without Do-ha?
How could a twenty-nine-year-old man whose only skill is sex possibly stand on his own? If he left without preparation, he might have to sell his body outside too. Was that really the price of freedom and happiness to be gained by giving up Do-ha? Hui-myeong felt endlessly pathetic about himself with no plan.
