Eighteen's Bed-Chapter 22.7

"I'll end it really quickly so you won't suffer."

And without a moment to stop him, my body moved. My thighs pressed tightly together.

"I'd prefer to do this while looking at your face, but that would only make you suffer."

"...?"

"I'll do it this way. Just let me look this time."

What does that mean? I meant to ask.

At that moment, a hard flesh poked between my tightly pressed thighs. I looked up in confusion, but by then my body was already melting with excitement. The very tip of Go Yohan's flesh pressed insistently inside my thigh, leaving a sticky liquid.

"Just a moment..."

"Ugh..."

The friction between flesh and liquid made a sticky sound. Go Yohan harshly rubbed his palm against the inside of my thigh as if spreading the liquid. Simultaneously, the tip of his finger flicked the underside of my penis, causing me to reflexively bend forward.

As my legs threatened to collapse, Go Yohan forcefully pulled me back up. The hand that had been spreading liquid on my thigh grabbed the inner flesh and twisted. I buried my face in the couch and tightly closed my eyes, accepting what was about to happen. I was too afraid to lift my head.

"Here I go."

Pressed tightly by Go Yohan, his hot and hard penis forcibly made its way between my thighs. I inhaled sharply and clenched my fists.

Go Yohan's low moan behind me drenched me again.

"..."

I admit I was dry. Even the flesh of my supposedly plump thighs, when gathered, felt the same, yet I could distinctly feel the size of Go Yohan's penetrating between them. The swollen veins and the protruding tip touched between the flesh.

The hard tip of Go Yohan's penis was felt right at the end of my genitals. His belly pressing down on my buttocks breathed with every inhale, causing Go Yohan's flesh trapped between my thighs to squirm. He paused for a moment to catch his breath. Go Yohan's large hand slowly stroked the exposed skin of my waist and buttocks.

"..."

I pressed my mouth even harder against the sheet. My lower body trembled. The part of Go Yohan that touched below was too hot, and my back and waist exposed to the air were too cold. Each time his large hand warmed the chilled skin, my mind crumbled, and my body was soaked with pleasure.

The penis firmly embedded below began to move back and forth slightly. At first, it was just a slight push and pull. Go Yohan moved his knees. The couch bucked. Only a little groaning sound came out. The slowly moving penis rubbed the thin flesh right below the genitals.

The hand scratching the couch clenched into a fist, a desperate attempt to resist the pleasure. At that moment, the hot genitals tickling below suddenly pulled back, and Go Yohan's warmth also receded. Caught off guard by the suddenly vacated heat, Go Yohan said,

"...I'm really sorry."

With a low apology, Go Yohan thrust between my thighs all at once. Flesh slapped against flesh. The firm belly forcefully hit my buttocks. The slippery tip scraped the inside of my thigh, and my shaking genitals were stabbed. Ah, ah, ah. Stifled moans circled in my throat, unable to escape. Without a moment to collect myself, my body shook wildly. The shirt barely covering my body fluttered around, and my hips and buttocks were gripped with fierce strength. Even as I forced myself to rise with my arms, I soon collapsed repeatedly.

"Go, Go Yoh... Ugh, Go Yohan..."

Fuck it, just don't talk.

I clenched my fists until they burst and buried my face so deeply it almost suffocated. Ugh, ugh. I wanted even the moans that I couldn't stop from flowing from my throat to be consumed by the leather. What drove me crazier was that the firm flesh madly scraped the dry flesh that had been stimulated during masturbation. The thin flesh right below, a familiar area, was stabbed wildly by a strange sensation, whitening my mind.

"...Fuck."

Starting with a short curse, the movement of the hips gradually slowed down. It was a very deliberate action. The thumb pressing on the buttocks slowly spread the flesh. I opened my eyes wide and desperately reached back with my hands, wildly hitting Go Yohan's belly and waist.

"Don't... don't do it."

However, the resisting hand was caught by Go Yohan's right hand. Just with two fingers, the index and thumb. The captured wrist couldn't even think of escaping and had to endure the shaking body. The remaining left hand did not stop the obsessive action of spreading the flesh.

"If you put it here..."

Go Yohan's excited moan and voice heavily pressed down on my waist.

"I'll really cry."

I shook the captured hand violently. But it still couldn't escape. The right arm that had been barely holding up repeated falling and rising. The captured hand desperately stirred. It was a signal to stop, but it couldn't even touch Go Yohan's body, merely hitting his wrist a few times and helplessly touching only my back and waist, making me unwittingly sob.

"Ugh..."

"Don't cry, I won't do it, so don't cry."

While saying this, the hand that had been ruthlessly spreading my flesh gently tapped my dry skin. With one wrist still captured, I felt the force of the hand that spanned from my hip to my groin, firmly pinning my body down. Ah, without any time to speak, the vigorous piston movement began again. Every movement of the sofa leather against my skin made a loud creaking noise.

"Uh..."

The tips of Go Yohan's fingers, gripped in excitement, had stiffened. Before I knew it, my penis had regained strength and stood erect. Each shake of my body caused the firm flesh to strike my stomach and thighs. When it collided with Go Yohan's tip, it soaked in indescribable pleasure. A thrilling sensation shot up my spine and exploded below my navel. I was approaching climax. I desperately held on.

"...Jun, ah."

I didn't even have the leisure to respond to my name being called.

"From here, you really... really look erotic. White and..."

"..."

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Erotic, from Go Yohan's perspective, there was only a fool trembling in a dripping white shirt, with his buttocks raised. I was afraid that an involuntary moan might escape if I dared to lift my head, so I shook my head without responding. Sweat-soaked hair clung to my cheeks and wouldn't move.

"Ha, fuck... I can't do this."

His words cut off abruptly, and Go Yohan deeply sighed before turning my body again.

"...Hah!"

The moment my face, pressed down hard enough to hardly breathe, met the cold air, I involuntarily opened my mouth. Heat rushed to my face. Almost as a last struggle, I forcibly raised my hand and bit again into the sleeve soaked with saliva. My body, clinging to excitement, moved according to Go Yohan's gestures. Lying on the couch, I was twitching as Go Yohan, standing and watching me dribble below, laughed in surprise.

"What? You call me a pervert."

"Shut... up."

I glared at Go Yohan with my sleeve full in my mouth. Nevertheless, he did not erase the smile on his face as he firmly held onto both columns with one hand. They slipped and bumped against each other several times before he could firmly grasp them. Go Yohan watched my face with languid eyes and slowly moved his hand.

"Uh..."

"Damn..."

Heated breath collided in the air. Go Yohan's hand, now damp, and his imposing genitals entwined with mine every time they touched, causing my waist to wriggle. My legs naturally climbed over Go Yohan's thighs, and as he knelt down, he straightened his waist, then surged forward. The erotic contact intensified enough to drive me mad.

"Jun, Jun-ah..."

"..."

"Jun-ah, open your eyes... look at me."

Overwhelmed by pleasure, hearing his yearning voice, I inadvertently opened my eyes. There was Go Yohan's face, about to burst into tears from excitement.

"It's me, me, huh... fuck..., right now, the bastard... rubbing against your lower abdomen..."

"..."

"...It's me."

I gasped with overwhelmed breaths. Oddly enough, his reddened face sternly warning me while biting his lip brought me to climax once again. I no longer knew anything. I just compulsively chewed on the sleeve. My head was whitening with a rush of fluid.

"Do you get it?"

I didn't even understand what I was saying, and I just nodded frantically. Heat surged through my body, spilling fluid from every opening. Tears streamed from my eyes, and saliva dripped from my open mouth. As soon as Go Yohan saw my nod, he leaned down and pressed his body against mine.

"Don't forget."

"..."

In the end, the last act was timidly kissing my cheek. Typical of Go Yohan. I took in the strong scent of Go Yohan wafting to my nose as I curled my toes. Go Yohan buried his face between my neck and emitted a low moan. After a few movements and twitches, I felt the back of Go Yohan's hand drop onto my stomach. I drew a deep breath, and now, the frayed sleeve fell from my mouth, drenched with saliva.

"..."

"..."

We lay overlapped, gasping for breath. While Go Yohan's body pressed down hard on me, I still trembled with residual excitement. The tingling sensation gradually subsided, and my vision slowly returned. Surprisingly, the first thought that came to my restored mind was the desire to sleep. I just wanted to fall asleep pressed under Go Yohan.

"Yohan-ah."

"..."

"I really need to wash now... I'm so sleepy."

My throat felt tight and sore from exerting so much force, and at the same time, drowsiness pressed down on my entire body. I needed to wash. I needed to sleep... But I couldn't hold back any longer, and as my eyelids gradually closed, I heard a strangely sobbing sound by my ear.

"Huh, ugh..."

Don't cry. Why are you crying all of a sudden? I should tell him that. But overwhelming sleepiness hit me.

****

The sound of the front door closing snapped my eyes open. After blinking a few times, I began to feel a tingling sensation in my left shoulder. It seemed I had slept with my body turned to the side for too long. My arm, which had been pressed against my body, was stiff as a plank, having not received blood circulation for quite some time. I pulled my arm out, careful not to move it too quickly, fearing it might cramp, and forced it to move.

"Ugh, it hurts like hell."

I tried to shake off the sleep that had gripped my neck. Rubbing my eyelids, I attempted to wake up. The situation before me looked unfamiliar. My bed isn’t grey. And it’s not this stiff either. I pressed my fingers into the space between my brows, trying to get my bearings.

"Mm..."

A tickling breath brushed my nape. That wasn’t all. A presence moved, lightly bumping into my back. In an instant, my mind snapped to attention. I opened my eyes wide, looking ahead. The living room wall was lying sideways. And as I looked down at the floor, I let out a silent scream. The pants and underwear that had fallen under the sofa were what made me panic.

"…!"

I jolted up in a panic, causing the thin blanket I had been covering myself with to fall off. But I wasn’t in the right state of mind to worry about such trivial matters. Cold sweat dripped down my neck. A shock close to horror hit me. Without even having time to think, I hastily grabbed the blanket that had fallen to the floor.

"Ah, ha... Ha, damn."

By some miracle, the legs hidden under the blanket were still covered in pants. Though they were loose-fitting shorts, it was better than nothing. I sighed in relief, as if the ground had given way beneath me. Now that I thought about it, my shirt had changed too. It was, as expected, a huge t-shirt. It was so big that the seam, which should have been at the shoulder, was hanging down near the upper arm, so I didn’t need anyone to tell me whose shirt it was.

"Ha, seriously. Go Yohan."

At first, I felt relieved, then I became embarrassed, imagining who might have changed me while I was unconscious. But then, for some reason, there was an odd feeling inside my pants, and I hesitated, slowly reaching down to open them. As soon as I saw that there was a missing piece of fabric inside, I quickly closed them.

"Are you out of your mind...?"

I covered my face with both hands, then grabbed my hair tightly. The events of last night passed through my mind like a panorama. Still feeling the numbness in my left arm, I could feel it quickly loosening, but with my other hand, I clenched my fist, hitting my head and bending over.

After going through a period of self-loathing and reflection, my mind began to settle, and I slowly straightened my back. With dead, fish-like eyes, I looked down beside me. As expected, the source of the presence was Go Yohan.

"How does he sleep like this? If he's going to sleep, he should do it in his own room."

He was sleeping with his face buried in the back of the sofa, arms crossed, looking really uncomfortable. I didn’t get why he was curling up like that. If he’s going to sleep, why not sleep comfortably? I felt an unexpected wave of guilt. Without realizing it, I yawned reflexively, then glanced at the front door. Seeing Go Yohan here made me think the door on either the upper or lower floor must have slammed shut. Now, it was so quiet that I doubted whether I had heard that sound earlier. It felt like a Sunday morning when no one was awake. Ah, no, it was Sunday morning. I wiped away the tear that had barely escaped with the back of my hand.

"This apartment really has bad soundproofing."

Sometimes at night, I hear sounds like a footstep hammer or a chair scraping the floor. When I first moved here, it used to bother me, but after living here for less than a semester, including the summer break, I had gotten used to it and became indifferent.

I quietly looked down at Go Yohan. He seemed more tired than I thought. If it weren’t for his faint, wheezy breathing, I would have thought he was dead, he wasn’t moving at all. I’ve thought this before, but Go Yohan really sleeps like a corpse. That’s why I clearly saw him shiver lightly while his arms were crossed.

"…Is he cold?"

I scratched the side of my ear, then picked up the blanket, which was half on the floor and half hanging over my legs. What should I do? I hesitated, awkwardly holding the blanket, then carefully placed it back in position without waking him. I did my best to cover him properly, but his legs were clearly sticking out from under the blanket. The shorts, which weren’t what he had been wearing yesterday, clearly resembled sleepwear. I glared at his exposed legs and muttered to myself.

"How unlucky."

"...What’s so unlucky?"

Cough. I almost bit my tongue at the sudden sound of Go Yohan’s voice. Thinking, 'No way, could it be?', I slowly turned my head, only to see Go Yohan still lying there, with his eyes closed, arms crossed.

"Did you wake up?"

I whispered, speaking so quietly that someone asleep couldn’t have heard me. It was just out of caution, thinking I should be careful even if I was unsure. Go Yohan hadn’t moved, still making only the quietest breathing sounds, but then he opened his mouth.

"I just woke up."

"Because of me?"

"Yeah."

He’s honest. I frowned and scratched my forehead. After a moment of hesitation, I cautiously asked.

"...My clothes."

"Yeah."

"Did you change me?"

"No."

Go Yohan’s words trailed off. It seemed like he hadn’t fully woken up, as he spoke in a slow rhythm before opening his mouth again.

"A ghost came and changed you. It was quite the spectacle."

"You know that’s not funny, right?"

"I just said it that way to avoid directly asking who changed you."

"Why would they change me into your clothes, though? Why not my own?"

"When did wearing someone else’s clothes become illegal?"

"But we don’t even live separately, my room is right next to yours."

"Honestly, you always complain even when I do something for you."

"And why isn’t there any underwear?"

"Want me to put some on you?"

Finally, I was at a loss for words. I was losing it. As I kept talking, I crossed a line.

"No."