Three Eight-Chapter 39: 18+

A splatter—splat. Milky semen spurted up and quickly began to drip down over Mu-gyeong’s hand. Still, his hand kept stroking, gripping both their cocks together, not missing a beat. Gasping as his chest heaved, Hongju barely managed to lift his wet eyelids. The intense, predatory eyes that met his gaze were still devouring him whole.

"......"

"Ngh."

A tight crease formed between Mu-gyeong’s brows, and soon, cloudy fluid began spurting from his own cock as well. This was the same man who supposedly wore gloves because he hated filth. Yet now, coated in both their cum, looking wet and ruined, the sight felt strangely surreal.

"You cum real easy when I touch you."

Maybe it was from the excitement—his voice was low, scratchy, and rough. Sitting up, Mu-gyeong used his wet hand to tug down the shorts clinging to Hongju’s thigh and tossed them aside completely. His eyes, now fully adjusted to the darkness, sharply scanned Hongju’s body. Thin, pale legs. A flat, even belly. Pronounced hipbones. On top of it all, a mess of semen—who knew whose it even was—scattered and pooling. It was still a body that whetted his appetite.

Mu-gyeong licked his lips and lifted one of Hongju’s slender legs onto his shoulder. At that, Hongju bent his knee and twisted his body away.

"I’ve never... even if you do it, it won’t feel good."

"I know, you’re a virgin."

Mu-gyeong lifted the corner of his lips in a sly smirk and gripped the inside of Hongju’s thigh. But his cum-soaked hand slid off almost immediately, leaving only a red handprint. This time, his broad hand crept further inward. He caressed the small, round mound beneath the shaft, then scratched gently at the perineum with a short fingernail. Each time, Hongju’s thighs tensed tightly in response.

"You didn’t answer me earlier."

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"...Haa."

Only shallow, ragged breaths came in place of a reply. Mu-gyeong’s fingers, still tracing that perineum, finally pressed against the tightly clenched entrance. The sensation of being pushed against, as if something would dig inside, made Hongju tremble.

"W-Wait... please..."

It was a place no one had ever touched—not with a cock, not even a hand. The alien sensation wrapping around his whole body made it feel like his heart would burst from his chest.

"How much should I pay?"

With the end of that sentence, a finger pushed in. Forcing open the tight entrance about a knuckle deep, Mu-gyeong slowly twisted his finger in small circles. Every spot it touched sent prickling shocks up through Hongju’s chest, making it rise and fall rapidly.

"...Everything... all of it."

If only they’d said he was asking for too much and beat him for it—if only they’d cursed him for not knowing his place—it might’ve been easier on his heart.

"Gu Hongju’s expensive, huh."

Mu-gyeong simply chuckled and pushed his finger in deeper. Feeling that foreign, violating pressure for the first time in his life, Hongju clenched every muscle and shook uncontrollably.

"Ah. If you’re like this with just one finger, what am I supposed to do?"

The words were laced with disdain, but Hongju just kept panting shallowly, frozen stiff.

"Mmgh—"

"Seriously. This is why virgins are such a pain."

His fingers brushed gently along the back of Hongju’s knees, tickling the skin. That touch made Hongju’s white thighs tremble with spasms. In the split-second that his body loosened, a second finger pushed its way in. Overwhelmed by the intrusion, Hongju turned his head, pressing his cheek into the pillow.

Mu-gyeong’s gleaming eyes slowly roamed down from the bulging veins along Hongju’s nape. His gaze settled again on the now-stiffening cock.

"You might really have been made for this."

"Ah, ngh—"

"Just takes a little fingering to get you hard, huh."

The dark room swelled with the hum of his laughter. By now, Hongju couldn’t even think of pushing him away. He was too busy trying to endure the shocks that climbed up his spine. He had once been proud of the resilience he built up after years of beatings—but now, shaking and unraveling from just two fingers, he couldn’t get his mind straight.

"Ah, ugh—"

Breath and muffled moans he tried to swallow kept leaking past his lips. Mu-gyeong spread his fingers inside like a pair of scissors, widening the entrance. The fingers were slick, and every stretch came with a wet, obscene sound.

"Uhh, ngh..."

Through the gap of a curtain not fully closed, the deep blue light began to fade as morning sunlight crept in. Using that faint light, Mu-gyeong observed Hongju obsessively, almost like licking him clean with his eyes.

"Boss..."

Gu Hongju looked completely lost. He hadn’t even touched his own cock, hadn’t pushed Mu-gyeong away anymore. He simply clung to the pillow, trembling like a helpless beast. Strangely, the more he touched Gu Hongju, the more Mu-gyeong felt a twisted sense of ecstasy.

Mu-gyeong began to laugh, his shoulders bouncing. Withdrawing the fingers that had been stirring deep inside, he brought his cock to the loosened entrance. Already soaked and with Hongju’s hips twisting, the glans slipped from the wrinkles and scraped along the perineum. It bounced off and slapped against the inside of Hongju’s thigh.

"Stay still, or I can’t get it in."

Mu-gyeong tapped his thick, burning cock against the base of Hongju’s thigh and growled low. Then, using his thumb to guide the glans, he aligned it with the entrance. Judging from this shithole of a place, it was clear there wouldn’t be a condom. He usually didn’t do it without one—but then again, Gu Hongju was a guy, so maybe it didn’t matter.

"Ah, hhh..."

The thick, veiny cock, a dark shade of red, began to force its way into the tight hole. He’d only just pressed in the tip, yet the skin around the entrance was already flushed with heat. Mu-gyeong gripped Hongju’s slender leg hooked over his shoulder and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock in rough and deep.

"Ungh—mmph!"

A short, thick moan escaped him—and Mu-gyeong’s eyes lit up, gleaming sharply. The sensation of those hot, damp inner walls clinging to his cock made the back of his skull tighten with overwhelming arousal.

"Ah! Mmph, hhh..."

He pushed his hips forward, burying himself deep enough for his lower abdomen to press against Hongju’s groin. The soft skin pressed tightly together sparked a strange thrill. He pulled Hongju’s tightly locked knees in closer and drew his hips back slightly. Smack, smack. Each time he thrust in again, the wet flesh slapped together with a squelching sound.

"Ah—ah!"

As he forced himself deeper, spreading Hongju open, a moan close to pain spilled from him. It felt like his bones were twisting below his waist. The backs of his hands, clenched around the pillow, protruded with stark white knuckles. Breath caught in his diaphragm, making even a proper exhale impossible.

"Relax a little. It hurts when you're this stiff."

Mu-gyeong tensed his glutes hard enough to lock them in place and thrust his cock deeper. The sticky, yielding walls clung tightly to him like they were trying to keep him from pulling out. When he drove in further, the ridged inner walls scraped against the flared head. Each time, Hongju’s thighs trembled in response. Mu-gyeong began a steady rhythm, pulling back a few inches and slamming in again. He drove into those bumpy insides relentlessly, and the tight entrance, already trembling, began to collect milky semen.

"Ha, ngh."

The cramped one-room space filled with Hongju’s moans and Mu-gyeong’s ragged breathing. Even in the darkness, that bare, pale body was visible—tip of the nose, ears, knees, even the glistening head of his cock. Everywhere that stood out had flushed red, and Mu-gyeong noticed it all.

"See? When you make those sounds, it gets me even more worked up. Feels good, doesn’t it?"

Even back at the house, he’d thought the kid was something—but it turned out he was worth more than expected. Once construction wrapped, everyone in the house would be tossed out anyway. Debts, contracts, Gu Madam—all of it would be severed.

And yet, with Gu Hongju, he kept circling back to that debt. Was it because he’d assigned Hongju to monitor Gu Madam? Or when he’d heard the rumors about him sucking Gu Madam’s cock to erase what he owed? Or maybe—it had started when, on impulse, he’d reached under that gown to grope his body?

"...You feel it real well, huh."

Each time his white body rocked with Mu-gyeong’s thrusts, a thick drop of cloudy fluid spilled from Hongju’s half-hard cock. Watching that made Mu-gyeong’s lower back ache and his abdomen itch. As the sensation of climax loomed, he clenched his eyes and ground out a breath.

"Only a dumbass would’ve used a body like this just for sucking cock."

Muttering harshly, Mu-gyeong pulled Hongju’s leg from his shoulder. He gripped the insides of both thighs tightly and spread them as far apart as they would go. His dark red cock slid in and out of the swollen, red joint. Now that everything was thoroughly soaked, it slid in more easily than before.

"Ah, wait—ugh..."

He looked down at Hongju’s face—sweat-drenched bangs stuck to his forehead, crusted scabs and bruises dotting his skin. Gu Madam had once joked that just seeing Hongju’s pretty face could make you hard. And now, even that battered expression had Mu-gyeong this aroused—what would it be like once all those marks healed?

"Really did catch myself a fine one."

Not that he knew whether Hongju was the sucker—or he was. Finally, Mu-gyeong released the grip he had on Hongju’s thighs. Then, without warning, he wrapped his hand around that slender, vein-lined throat. Hongju flinched in panic, and the movement caused his body to clamp down tight around the cock still buried inside. Mu-gyeong groaned low between his teeth.

"Ngh."

The tight squeeze below sent a jolt of pleasure racing through him. Fighting the climax that pushed all the way up to his chest, he clamped harder around Hongju’s throat.

"Kh—ugh!"

Veins bulged along the back of his hand, and his nails dug so deep into Hongju’s nape they turned pale. Hongju, eyes squeezed shut, twisted violently to get free from his grip. He yanked at Mu-gyeong’s wrist, grabbed his elbow, shoved his # Nоvеlight # shoulder with his bandaged hand. Short nails scratched at his chest, but Mu-gyeong didn’t flinch. Instead, he rammed deeper—so far that Hongju’s ass was pushed down into the mattress.

"Hhh, ngh—"

Tears welled up between Hongju’s lashes, still clenched shut. Mu-gyeong stared intently at the sight, eyes gleaming. Veins bulged across Hongju’s forehead, his flushed lips parting in a voiceless plea. Drool shimmered at the edge of his scabbed lips. Mu-gyeong slowly rocked his hips, scraping along the sensitive inner walls with each movement. With every thrust, Hongju’s body twitched in brief spasms.

"Ugh, ngh..."

The sight of that tongue, red and gasping inside his open mouth, made Mu-gyeong’s throat feel parched. He groped along the line of Hongju’s throat, controlling his breath, and thrust in harder—hitting that ridged, sweet spot inside without mercy. At the same time, Hongju’s eyes flew open and he screamed in silence.