Three Eight-Chapter 38: 18+

The solid body closing in gradually brought with it an undeniable pressure. Even after doing something no different from sex at the hotel, even after kissing, Mu-gyeong had forgiven a portion of his debt. Was he planning to do the same now, even while brushing over him with these subtle touches and hungry eyes? It felt necessary—vital—to know whether these actions held any feeling beyond just money.

"Are you planning to knock off more debt after this too?"

His voice trembled terribly from his uneven breathing, but the question itself was bold.

"Haha."

Each time Mu-gyeong chuckled, his breath brushed over him. That faint exhale, hanging at the tail end of his laughter, settled against Hongju’s nape.

"This is why you can’t even drink cold water around kids."

It wasn’t exactly a flattering comment, but Mu-gyeong chuckled without pause. Then he turned Hongju’s cheek toward him with the hand he’d been holding. Hongju had no choice but to lie facing him directly.

"......."

A massive, dark silhouette completely loomed over him. Hongju swallowed hard.

"Yeah. I’ll knock some off."

Mu-gyeong tightened the hand cupping Hongju’s dry cheek. He could feel the coarse texture of gauze under his palm, sticking like it was melting into his skin. As the pressure increased, the scabbed-over lips beneath it parted slowly. Mu-gyeong pushed his sharp gaze into that sticky, hot, bright red mouth.

"How much should I take off?"

As he lowered his head, Hongju’s breath hitched sharply. Mu-gyeong’s lips curled silently. Their mouths brushed together, lightly and ticklish. Instead of slipping his tongue inside, Mu-gyeong spoke with their lips pressed together.

"Say what you want."

Each word crushed and warped Hongju’s lips. There was no warmth of breath between them. Was he holding his breath? Mu-gyeong tilted his head slightly and sank his teeth into the pale, slender neck.

"Ugh."

There was almost something laughable in that little groan of pain. He couldn’t help but bite harder, suck deeper into the tender flesh. He left behind a red bite mark, smeared with spit, then raised his body.

With a rough sweep, he tossed off the blanket, exposing a skinny body. Loose clothes hung over the trembling frame. Pale limbs caught his gaze beneath it.

"......."

That white calf and ankle that had been flitting around in his view earlier flashed in his mind. Mu-gyeong shoved his hand under the shorts. Smooth, yielding skin fit snugly into his palm.

"I said I’d knock some off—why so quiet now? You were running your mouth just fine earlier."

He gripped the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. Hongju’s knees jerked as his body trembled. The kiss earlier had been an impulse for Mu-gyeong, too. The kid was so much younger, yet looked so pitiful with that cigarette dangling from his lips. His hands, his face, his whole body littered with scars, yet his eyes showed no emotion. The urge to dominate surged unexpectedly. That moment when those barren eyes flushed red and his lashes grew wet came back so vividly—it had been impossible not to kiss him.

Gu Hongju believed it was just part of the process—just another act in exchange for a reduced debt. And so, Mu-gyeong had to treat it that way too.

"If we go all the way this time, I should knock off a lot more than last time, huh?"

He slid his hand deeper inside the shorts and touched fabric. Underwear. Hongju quickly grabbed his wrist. His hand, wrapped in gauze, felt rough against Mu-gyeong’s skin.

"Wait. Can we just... do it like last time? Not like this..."

That frantic plea—"like last time"—was all he could manage. Mu-gyeong burst into laughter, remembering that awkward, dried-up hand jerking him off. Maybe Hongju thought he was being mocked, because he gripped tighter and added,

"Or... I-I could do it with my mouth..."

Those dry, emotionless eyes clung to him desperately. Didn’t he realize? That kind of helplessness only made Mu-gyeong’s desire to conquer him burn hotter. Of course he didn’t. If he did, he never would’ve let Mu-gyeong into his home. What could a virgin possibly know?

"With your mouth?"

"Yes. I can... I can do it well."

‘That kid’s unbelievable with his mouth. The strength is something else. Just from a blowjob, he’ll finish two, three times. Born to suck dick, that one.’

As he stared into those black eyes looking up at him, Gu Madam’s crass words echoed in his mind. Said he used to make Hongju suck him off whenever he was horny. Just how many times had he done it? Hongju even repeated himself, saying he could do it well.

"...Is that so?"

Swish. Mu-gyeong slowly withdrew the hand that had been under his shorts. Rising, he moved to straddle Hongju between his legs. He crawled forward on his knees, his body gliding over Hongju’s. Only when he was fully mounted atop Hongju’s chest did Mu-gyeong pause. Running his hand over the bulge beneath his sweats, he slid his fingers under the waistband. Thump. His cock sprang out, already rock hard.

"Gu Madam said you were good with your mouth."

The swollen, glistening head was already wet. Veins stood out on the shaft, and Mu-gyeong stroked them roughly. He wet his lips, then pressed down with his thumb halfway up the shaft. The twitching cock drooped downward and tapped against Hongju’s cheek. His red lips parted slightly.

"They said you were born for this. Opening up without even being told."

Mu-gyeong, who had been laughing with his shoulders shaking, tapped Hongju’s cheek a couple of times while holding onto the bedpost. Then, without hesitation, he rubbed his genitals along the bridge of his nose, parted lips, long eyelashes, and thin eyelids. With his eyes lowered, he stared at the wet sheen that began to coat Hongju’s pale face. That vivid red tongue barely peeking between Hongju’s parted lips made Mu-gyeong exhale a low, hot breath.

"Ha."

With visible veins pulsing, he pressed his aroused member down and brought it to rest beside Hongju’s cheek. The sensation when the glans touched the pillow sent a jolt through his back, causing his hips to stiffen. Mu-gyeong clenched his teeth tightly but didn’t loosen the grip he had on the post. It was a careful act, like someone gauging the proper entry point.

"Your head’s so small, it might just split open."

Even if he shoved it all the way in, it looked like there’d still be plenty left.

"See? It won’t work, right?"

Feeling the taps against his ear, Hongju rolled his eyes toward the side. Seeing the member that extended far past the edge of the pillow, he swallowed dryly. When he turned his gaze back up to the ceiling, Mu-gyeong gave a nonchalant shrug and declared,

"Yeah, it won’t."

Mu-gyeong let go of his own cock. It bounced upright, rigid and dripping, standing close against his lower abdomen. Chuckling quietly as he licked the inside of his cheek, he bent forward and planted both hands on either side of Hongju’s head. Then, slowly, he lowered his body over him.

"Ah."

Crushed under the weight that felt overwhelmingly heavier ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) than his own, Hongju squirmed and pushed at Mu-gyeong’s shoulder. But Mu-gyeong didn’t budge, instead grinding his erection between Hongju’s thighs.

"Let’s see what you look like when you cum first."

He remembered that time he had used his hands to force Hongju to climax, despite the boy’s cock not reacting at all. Hairless and peach-colored like a kid’s. The image of smearing semen all over that smooth belly stirred a strange arousal in him. Just like last time, Mu-gyeong kept rubbing below, straddling Hongju. The only difference was that unlike before, his movements were now slow, persistent, and syrupy.

"Mm."

Unable to endure the hot, heavy gaze being poured onto him, Hongju turned his head away. Through the thin shorts, something solid and warm kept pressing against him. The overt, obscene act didn’t excite him—it terrified him. Maybe it was because he had a sense that this time, it wouldn’t stop at a failed attempt.

"Ah, ngh, ngh."

The grinding intensified until it began to hurt, pressing directly onto his own genitals. Slap, slap—Hongju’s body shook loosely up and down, but there was still no reaction between his legs. Mu-gyeong reached down and groped over the shorts.

"Not getting hard?"

Maybe he only got aroused when touched. Mu-gyeong, eyes narrowed, scrutinized the nape of Hongju’s neck before tugging down the waistband of his shorts. Hongju’s startled squirming only made it easier to strip them off. Mu-gyeong grabbed the unresponsive cock without hesitation, then lightly grazed the round mound beneath the shaft.

"Mr. Gi..."

Hongju shut his eyes tight and called out urgently. Mu-gyeong, whose eyes had been roaming across Hongju’s pale skin, snapped his gaze to him.

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"Ah, so you really do need to be touched."

A large finger wrapped around his cock. Then, tapping against the scrotum like playing with it, he stroked the shaft. Occasionally, Hongju’s knees would jolt or his hips would twitch. But Mu-gyeong only pressed down harder, pinning him in place while working his hand more vigorously.

"Mm."

Hongju gripped Mu-gyeong’s forearm tightly, his lips sealed shut. It was a useless plea. In fact, when Mu-gyeong started rubbing the split tip as if trying to pry it open, his hand sped up and the veins in Hongju’s neck began to stand out. Feeling the hardness gradually forming beneath his palm, Mu-gyeong swallowed hot saliva.

"Trying to keep quiet so no one hears?"

The way he clenched his mouth to hold back the moans was oddly arousing. Mu-gyeong stuck out his red tongue and licked his lower lip, fully engrossed in drawing out Hongju’s arousal. After stroking the now-responding cock a few more times, he pressed it together with his own and rubbed them tightly against each other.

"Ugh."

As Hongju’s feet pushed hard against the floor, the blanket got bunched up beneath him. While he squirmed, his top rode up little by little, revealing his flat abdomen.

"Who else would be here at this hour, in this rundown building, besides you and me?"

Watching Hongju slowly fall apart stirred an unbearable urge to conquer. Mu-gyeong brought his lips close to the now exposed ear, where Hongju’s messy hair had fallen aside.

"Ah, ngh, ha..."

Then he let out deliberate moans. Each breathy sound, blended with heat, synced with the hand still stimulating their cocks. And because it was Hongju’s functional right ear, he had no choice but to hear every indecent breath loud and clear. The feeling of their hot, firm erections rubbing together wasn’t what aroused him, but his body responded all the same. Goosebumps prickled up his back, and his inner thighs began to spasm.

"Ugh..."

Hongju trembled finely, digging his fingers into Mu-gyeong’s bare shoulder. Red marks bloomed where his nails had tried and failed to pierce the firm muscle.