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Side Story#2

The couple’s bridal chamber was decorated quite lavishly. Lace draped over everything, and seductive vases of roses were placed here and there.

In particular, a suggestive white canopy hung around the bed, undulating like waves whenever the man surged violently.

‘Ugh, hng…, ah.’

Only the couple’s moans and the wet, slapping sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room. It was nothing less than a kingdom of beasts.

The man, in particular, acted with a relentless determination; whenever Eun-myeong tried to resist, he would melt him down with sweet talk.

‘Since we’re a married couple, we should be dirtier and more vulgar. How can it be the same as usual?’

He claimed that because they were husband and husband, it was only right to share love—over and over—until the hole was worn and frayed. Anyone else might have called it the talk of a con artist, but Eun-myeong, who loved him, felt a ticklish fluttering in his chest, as if downy fluff had grown there.

He liked the phrase “sharing love.” For some reason, it sounded romantic and poignant.

“Ha, ngh, ah….”

The man placed Eun-myeong on top of his body and devoured him. Over and over, he thrust deep inside, spilling seed indiscriminately.

Gripping the plump, well-fleshed buttocks tightly in both hands as if they might burst, he spread the tight hole wide and rammed his large, erect cock in, starting from the glans. Sloshing, the semen already inside burst forth and streamed down Eun-myeong’s soft thighs.

The amount was so vast it could be compared to a cow’s urine. He rubbed the slippery fluid against the walls, coating every crevice.

“Boss, B-Boss….”

Despite the pitiful calls, the man went thump, thump, thump! Moving his hips with a skilled and seasoned rhythm that was incredibly rough. Eun-myeong, his forearms gripped tight as if he were a pinned specimen, was shaken helplessly.

“S-slowly, slowly… hng.”

A strap slid down from a round, white shoulder. Nipples peeked through the gaps of underwear that had been pulled wide open. Bang, bang, bang! Every time the man thrust upward from below, the plump breasts shook temptingly.

“Hold me, hng, hold me while you do it….”

Eun-myeong reached out, asking to be held. The man grabbed Eun-myeong’s waist and pulled him close. Their chests pressed together. Thump, thump, thump, their hearts raced. Excitement, yearning for the other, and love surged like a raging monster.

“I like it when you hold me like this.”

Eun-myeong’s legs, which had been spread open without shame, now closed gently like a flower bud, wrapping tightly around the man’s waist.

“It feels so good….”

He whimpered like a puppy. He let out sweet, lingering moans, saying it felt better the more the inside was poked.

The man felt as if his heart were melting away like candle wax. This was why he poured semen inside Eun-myeong in abundance, over and over, as if he intended to get him pregnant right then and there.

“If a baby takes root in my little one’s belly, Mister’s conscience will be clear.”

He smeared semen onto Eun-myeong’s wrinkled inner walls as if scrubbing a floor with a rag, then kissed his cheeks, telling him he was too cute for words, and licked his twitching navel with his tongue.

“It tickles….”

Throughout the night, he continued to mutter embarrassing things, saying Eun-myeong was too beautiful in his arms and wondering how such a lovely creature could exist in this world.

“Hng, ah.”

Eun-myeong had slept with the man countless times before, but this was the first time he felt such a ticklish warmth flooding his chest.

However, when the man went beyond licking his nose and tried to dig into his nostrils with his tongue, Eun-myeong recoiled and flailed in disgust.

“…W-why there, too?”

“This is also a damp, dark hole, so why not?”

The man, speaking such words, seemed—to put it bluntly—completely smitten. Eun-myeong felt like he might cry.

“Even so, not the nostrils. That’s too dirty.”

He tried to protest in his own way, but he couldn’t win against the man who insisted there unauthorized unauthorized copycopyEND: unauthorized copy -->was nothing dirty about it and tried to coax him. In the end, Eun-myeong had to give up his nostrils as well.

And so, they spent the night entwined like coiled snakes. They fell asleep with the cock still pressed deep inside, and upon waking, they were busy shaking their hips to rub their genitals together in that state.

For several days, they remained in a trance, like animals in heat.

When Eun-myeong, who had fallen into a deep, delirious sleep, opened his eyes, the sunlight was filtering lazily through the curtains. The sun was already high in the sky, casting a beautiful orange glow. Lacking the strength to move a single finger, he just blinked with a vacant expression.

“Did you wake up from a good dream?”

The sound of footsteps approached. Eun-myeong slowly rolled his eyes to the side. The man was returning to the bed, his hair soaking wet as if he had just showered.

“Yes….”

Feeling embarrassed to be lying there like a lazy pig, he tried to get up quickly. But his lower half hurt indescribably. A sharp pain shot from his hole up to his testicles. It felt as if a stake were still driven firmly into his backside.

“Hng, ugh.”

As Eun-myeong trembled and failed to speak, the man [visit our site]frowned with stolen contentpity, as if he understood everything.

“Your crotch must be stinging to death, huh.”

As he spoke, he gave a mwah, kissing Eun-myeong’s tightly scrunched cheek. He sucked the cheek strongly, as if sucking on a piece of fresh clam flesh.

Eun-myeong’s body was, naturally, naked and smooth as a peeled egg, but the man had dressed him in his own black Versace robe.

“I think… my hole won’t close.”

Eun-myeong clung to the man like a koala. The black robe clung to his body, which was as white as flour dough. It felt good, wrapping around him like snakeskin.

“You were just saying it hurts to death if I put in even one finger, and now you say this.”

The man snorted, dismissing the claim as absurd.

Then, he entered the bathroom. He must have drawn a bath, as the bathroom was filled with thick steam. The warmth turned Eun-myeong’s face flush. The man placed the body clinging to him into the bathtub.

Eun-myeong sat in the warm water and looked up at him blankly. Was he not going to bathe with him?

“You’ve already showered, so you don’t want to soak in the same water as me. Because I’m too dirty.”

Even though the pleasant temperature of the water wrapped around him like a blanket, he felt strangely disappointed now that the man’s body heat had left him. Couldn’t he just do it with me? he murmured timidly to himself, glancing at the man.

“We’re a married couple now.”

He grumbled, feeling needlessly slighted.

“You’re just dying to be pampered, aren’t you?”

The man let out a hollow laugh and stepped into the tub. The water splashed violently. As he pulled Eun-myeong into a hug from behind, the feeling of their skin touching again was wonderful.

The thick white steam gradually cleared, and he could see his feet swaying in the water. A sparkling object caught his eye at the tip of his toe, and a smile naturally spread across his lips.

“The ring is so pretty, thank you….”

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“When you disappeared, it was such a regret that I couldn’t put this on your foot.”

The man slid his fingers between Eun-myeong’s toes.

“Did you think about me a lot?”

Eun-myeong asked, glancing at the man. I couldn’t even sleep because I missed you so much. I couldn’t even eat well, he murmured.

“Should I say ‘a lot’ is an understatement?”

At those words, Eun-myeong slowly turned around to face him. The man spoke with a sharp, self-deprecating tone. In the eyes revealed by his hair swept back, a cold sneer lingered.

“It felt like I was being strangled; you appeared when I slept and vanished when I woke up, to the point where I wanted to pluck out my eyes and sleep forever.”

As Eun-myeong raised his hand, the water rippled. He rubbed the man’s flank, which was submerged in water. Deep scars remained there, looking as if a multi-legged centipede were perched upon him.

“We’re going to keep being together like this….”

Even these days, Eun-myeong often had nightmares of being submerged deep in that sea. Whenever that happened, he would be so terrified that tears would stream down his face.

What if I just die and leave the man behind? I haven’t even said I love him enough while looking into his eyes.

Whenever he trembled in such immense fear.

The man always came to save him. Piercing through all the darkness, pushing aside the suffocating silence, he swam toward him.

And when he woke up with his spine drenched in sweat, the man was by his side.

These scars….

Though his heart ached every time he saw them, they were proof that the man loved him. Eun-myeong wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. As he rubbed his ear against the man’s chest, the man whispered that he loved him.

Eun-myeong felt a sense of relief, as if everything had been healed.