Three Eight-Chapter 26: 18+

Clasping his dry legs between his knees, he leaned his torso forward, pressing down on the wrist and overtaking from behind, causing Hongju to struggle.

"Move, let go!"

"Do you think I'd enjoy being treated the same as that perverted old man?"

No matter how much he flailed, he couldn't escape his shadow. Instead, each twist unraveled his robe, fully opening the front. The sensation of his bare chest pressed against the sofa made Hongju freeze. He pressed his left ear against the sofa and gasped for breath.

"...It's the same."

At least for now, whether it was Guppping or President Mu-gyeong, they were the same to Hongju.

"Not really."

With a sigh as if it was ridiculous, Mu-gyeong lowered his torso and whispered into his intact right ear.

"Gu Madam is using you, we're building trust."

Hongju swallowed his trembling breath and rolled his eyes sideways. Mu-gyeong's black hair came into view, sticking close.

"You know how to punch numbers, right?"

Hongju looked at his tightly held hand. It was pale, bony, rough, and marred with scars and scabs, a terrible sight mixed with semen.

Calculations... Having lived a life dictated by money, ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) calculations were easy. According to Mu-gyeong, he could play along, provide his body as needed until the construction finished and he gained his freedom, or he could remain trapped in the House, suffocating under remaining debts. In the worst case, as Guppping said, he could end up being passed around.

"..."

Hongju knew how to punch the numbers, and he knew the right answers too. Whether it was blood or saliva, it was soaking wet along the creases of his lips.

"We'll be seeing each other often. Wouldn't it be better to get along? If you have to spend time, might as well make it fun."

Mu-gyeong called this forceful, oppressive act a form of entertainment. Guppping also always looked delighted when pulling down zippers.

Was he the only one taking this seriously, putting up unnecessary pride? How much longer would he be tied up, wandering around collecting debts so carelessly? Just a few times like this, and his debts would quickly decrease, and he could leave this detestable House. The familiar tinnitus rang in his ears.

"..."

His eyelashes, which had been trembling, now squeezed shut tightly. Mu-gyeong noticed this silent agreement. Even after he let go of the hand that was pressing him down, Hongju no longer struggled. Mu-gyeong chuckled and curled his finger, lifting the rolled-up robe.

"Not a single decent spot on your body."

There was laughter mixed in his murmured words. Hongju tensed his waist, trembling at every small touch. Mu-gyeong completely pulled up the robe over his lower back and gripped his hips tightly. Hongju shivered and his eyes snapped open.

"Wait a moment."

"Stay still."

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"No, no! Just a moment!"

"Taking back what was given, that’s annoying, isn’t it?"

Mu-gyeong wrapped one hand around Hongju's abdomen and slightly lifted him. A low cushion slid underneath. When Mu-gyeong withdrew his hand, the cushion applied as much pressure as its weight directly onto his genitals. The rough but soft touch of the robe added to the pressure, making Hongju's toes curl inward. As his large hand tightly grasped his buttocks, Hongju buried his face into the sofa. His hair was completely flattened against his forehead.

"That’s why virgins are troublesome."

It was something he had heard before. Hongju just gritted his teeth, trembling uncontrollably. Mu-gyeong's rough hand grasped his buttocks and then let go, leaving red marks. He slowly stroked the heated skin and then spread the flesh beneath his buttocks with his thumb.

"You sounded so nice last time. Why are you keeping your mouth shut now?"

The crushed testicles were visible between the dry thighs. Looking at the round mound, Mu-gyeong licked his lips. Gu Hongju was always a sight to behold. The sight of him quietly looking down with a burning deck of cards had even made Mu-gyeong salivate. The shadow created by his long eyelashes extended down to the fresh bruises under his eyes. The wounds on his pale face stirred not sympathy but dark desires. Imagining him moaning through those split lips, Mu-gyeong felt an inexplicable thirst.

"Huh."

As he lightly scratched the genitals with his fingertips, Hongju held his breath and tossed his body. No matter how much he clawed, he couldn't grasp anything, but his scraping at the sofa was almost pitiful.

"Ts."

Mu-gyeong rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. If he's bothered by the silence, just make it so he can't hold it in. Roughly gathering the towel that was inadequately covering below, Mu-gyeong positioned himself on his knees. As the sofa crumpled under his knees, getting closer made Hongju's lean back twitch.

"Ah, ah..."

His four long fingers wrapped around the white buttocks. Slowly, he pushed his thumb between the cheeks. He stroked the tightly closed hole, then rubbed the perineum briskly as if scratching it. One side of the buttocks tensed as Hongju shifted his knees. Mu-gyeong's eyes sparkled as he pushed up his lips.

"That’s right. It’s tastier when there's a reaction like this."

"Wait a minute, just a moment!"

Whether out of overwhelming stimulation or not, Hongju trembled violently. Reaching back, he wrapped his hands around Mu-gyeong's knee beside his waist. Though it seemed like an attempt to push away, it felt more like groping.

"Now you're getting proactive."

This time, Mu-gyeong reached between Hongju's legs. With his palm up, he grasped the genitals of Hongju on the cushion. Hongju desperately twisted and bucked as he fully enveloped his genitals. With his other hand, he firmly pressed near Hongju's waist.

"Ugh!"

Hongju bit his lip and buried his face in the sofa. Each time he shook his head, the protruding neck muscles were more pronounced. Mu-gyeong kept his gaze on the increasingly reddening nape, swiftly stroking Hongju's genitals. It was less of a gesture to arouse excitement and more of an act of suppression.

"Ah, wait."

The hot body temperature of Mu-gyeong holding the shaft, the touch of the robe brushing against the glans, and the pressure of the weight—all concentrated sensations. The itch behind his knees and the heat gathering in his lower body felt unprecedented. His eyes tightly shut, everything in front of him turned white.

"You do know how to feel."

Hongju flinched as the rough hand spread open and rubbed his genitals vigorously as if wiping something off. Clenching his teeth to suppress a moan, his jaw was numb from the pressure. The palm that was moving back and forth rapidly became damp after a while. Splashes like those heard when wiping something wet continued. Mu-gyeong sneered while watching his palm glisten.

"Lost your composure and now you're leaking like this? You sure you hate it?"

"Haa."

Hongju twisted his waist sharply. But pinned under Mu-gyeong's white body, he could only struggle, unable to escape. Supporting his upper body on his elbows and curving his back, Hongju's body trembled. The hand rubbing below became busier, and soon a cloudy fluid shot onto the cushion beneath.

"Ha..."

Even as Hongju trembled through his climax, Mu-gyeong continually enveloped and stroked his genitals. He grabbed the thoroughly wet shaft and shook it over the cushion. The cloudy liquid splattered over the sofa.

"Disgusting."

Although it sounded like a reprimand, the corners of Mu-gyeong's mouth were curled up in amusement.

"Ha, ha..."

Catching his breath, Hongju blinked vacantly. He half-raised himself and looked down at himself. His robe had completely opened and lay disheveled, with the sofa and cushion beneath streaked with the sticky fluid. And he could see the thick fingers continuously exploring below.

"Ah, you're really a nuisance like a kid."

"......"

He had no energy left to respond to the derisive laughter. His mind was just blank. As he blinked stupidly with wet eyes, Mu-gyeong shifted his weight and pressed Hongju down.

"Uh."

The careless movement made him lie flat again. Squelch. The semen that soaked the cushion pressed against his stomach and thighs made a lewd sound. His face was flushed with heat, but as something hot and firm touched his buttocks, he snapped back to awareness.

"Stop, now."

"Why."

Whether he had ejaculated in that instant, or smeared it on. The sensation of the glans felt slippery yet hard. He tried wriggling his body, but with Mu-gyeong pressing down from above, he couldn't move at all. Hongju desperately turned his head to the right. Suddenly, a large hand covered in the cloudy substance thrust before his eyes.

"Don’t you even masturbate?"

He closed and then spread his fingers, stretching the semen like a spiderweb. Simultaneously, he slowly raised his waist and rubbed his erect penis against Hongju's buttocks. The naked lower body became sticky and heavily coated.

"When there’s no gel, use this to loosen up."

The hand that had been blurring in his shaky vision quickly disappeared. As if instructing on the steps of sex, he added explanations to each action. He bent Hongju's overlapped legs and positioned himself between the insides of Hongju's knees, pushing forcefully.

"Spread your legs."

"Uh."

Due to the spread thighs, one leg slid off the edge of the sofa and dropped. The hot penis prodded Hongju's groin. He prodded the inside of the thigh as if searching for a path, then rubbed the semen-soaked testicles pressed beneath him.

"Ugh."

Hongju clamped his mouth shut, stifling any sound. Fear and terror surged through him. Laughter dropped from above.

"Why are you so tense?"

The glans that had been sweeping over the perineum now hovered around the entrance. As it passed, it left a trail of wetness, slippery to the touch. Mu-gyeong pressed the entrance with his glans. The stiffly erected penis did not penetrate but brushed against the buttocks and bulged out lewdly.

"Uh."

Mu-gyeong grimaced and gritted through a groan. He was just trying to scare him, but now his erection felt like it was about to burst if not buried somewhere. He looked around feverishly.

"Ah, nothing here."

It was just a hotel room they stayed in during transit at the House, so there were no condoms. Even if there had been, they likely wouldn’t have fitted or been of any use. Annoyed, Mu-gyeong licked his lips as he looked down at the dry nape beneath him.

"Since Gu Hongju is just sizing things up, whatever."

No need for consideration. Mu-gyeong harshly grasped his penis.

"Ah."

He thrust his penis between the semen-dotted buttocks. He pressed his lower body tightly and began to thrust, keeping the erect shaft from rising further.