Fake Concubine 19

Song ​Seol ​rotated ​his ​wrist. As two ​fingers ​rubbed ​against ​the ​inner walls, a squelching ​sound ​echoed. It was ​a distinct sound, ​audible ​even ​to ​ears ​clouded ​by fever.

“No, no….”

To ​be ​wet. ​That was impossible. ​How could the rear ​of an ​ordinary man ​become wet ​on its ​own?

However, ​the ​evidence was undeniable. ​Even now, ​a moist, splashing sound ​continued to ring out. ​Moon Hae-min was stunned ​by the ​lewd ​noise, but he soon regained his ​senses.

“Well, it is because ​you ​have ​already ​ejaculated ​once, My Lord….”

“Yes. ​I did ​ejaculate.”

Song ​Seol smiled contentedly. ​Perhaps ​Hae-min had misheard him this ​time, for ​the ​laughter ceased quickly.

Instead, ​Song ​Seol ​positioned ​himself ​between Moon ​Hae-min’s ​legs. Wondering ​what he intended to do now, Hae-min ​glared at him ​with wide, skeptical ​eyes.

Ignoring this, Song Seol ​continued his ​foreplay. He swept ​his ​fingers along the ​inner walls and ​pressed firmly ​against ​the opening. ​Each ​time, a ​tingling ​sensation shot ​through ​him, ​though it felt ​far ​more peaceful ​compared ​to ​when ​the member was thrust inside.

“Haa….”

In truth, being toyed with by fingers at this point was no longer surprising. Had he not just ejaculated with the member inserted unauthorized copyto the very root? Thus, visit our siteMoon Hae-min relaxed [visit our site]his entire body and looked up at the ceiling.

“…Ah?”

But in that moment, he felt a soft, wet sensation touching the space between his legs.

Startled, Hae-min looked down. There, he saw Song Seol with his face buried between his thighs.

“N-no, you can’t! Please stop!”

As if deliberately ignoring the resistance, something wet licked lengthily across the perineum. At the sensation that made the hairs on his skin stand on end, Moon Hae-min tried to push Song Seol away. However, he couldn’t bring himself to put his hands on the man’s head, and he felt hesitant even to push his shoulders.

“Hng…!”

Eventually, the tongue touched the opening. No longer possessing the strength to maintain his posture, Hae-min collapsed backward. The tongue began to lick his limp body frantically.

“It’s dir-dirty….”

Hae-min crossed his arms to cover his face. He was too embarrassed to show his face. Setting aside the original purpose of that area, a member had been sliding in and out of it until just moments ago, and it was stained with semen.

Thinking of that, the one who should truly be ashamed was Song Seol, not himself. Yet, there wasn’t a hint of shame in the man’s actions. Song Seol licked the perineum clean with his tongue, then pointed his tongue to poke at the opening. Finally, as he sucked on the spot, it sounded as if he were eating a juicy plum. The wet sounds were even more intense than when he had used his fingers.

“How can it be this sweet, even without a Chromatic Scent….”

“H-hng….”

A hot, humid heat enveloped his lower body. The intermittent pleasure was of such an unfamiliar kind that it was almost frightening. However, his highly sensitized body was steadily heating up in response to Song Seol’s temperature.

Suddenly, Song Seol laughed. The warm breath that escaped touched his skin. Even that felt like foreplay, causing Moon Hae-min’s waist to twitch.

“Hk…!”

“Now you can’t say you aren’t wet.”

“…….”

“And you won’t be able to say it’s too much, either.”

Though he hated to admit it, it was exactly as the man said. Even Moon Hae-min could feel that his rear was as soft as freshly steamed rice cake. Song Seol licked and sucked at it obsessively, as if trying to melt it away. His extremely sensitive nerves now perceived even the minute papillae of the tongue as stimulation.

“Aah, hng…! Just, just put it in….”

Hap—Hae-min hurriedly shut his mouth. But it was too late; Song Seol had already heard him.

“What did you just say?”

“I-I didn’t say anything….”

“I doubt that.”

As if punishing him for the wrong answer, Song Seol lightly bit the inside of his thigh. It was a sharp sting, but that made it even more stimulating. Feeling as though he had become strange, tears welled up in his eyes. However, based on his experience so far, he knew well that resisting further was futile.

“Tell me. What is it you want to do.”

“Just… whatever My Lord desires.”

“Even if what I desire is to do as you wish?”

Hae-min thought it was quite presumptuous of him to claim he was doing as Hae-min wished, wondering since when that had been the case. But looking back, Song Seol had rarely been completely reckless. He was the type to stop if told to stop… mostly.

“Haa, ah…!”

As if urging an answer, Song Seol licked the opening. He could no longer bear that ticklish sensation. Finally, Moon Hae-min’s lips parted.

“…Please put it in….”

Having said it, he felt a sudden urge to make an excuse. With no room to think deeply, Hae-min blurted out whatever came to mind.

“It’s just, it itches there… I want you to rub it so it doesn’t itch, …hk!”

He felt the member poke the opening, and in an instant, it pushed all the way in. Simultaneously, a surge of pleasure shot up his spinal cord to the top of his head. Moon Hae-min arched his back and groaned.

“Ah, aaah! Ah-hng!”

Song Seol drove his member in deep. His scrotum hit Hae-min’s buttocks with enough force to crush against them. As if that weren’t enough, Song Seol began to thrust while fully inserted. The hard glans pressed against the inner walls, carving a path. Each time, the semen already filling the inside leaked out with a squelching sound.

Regardless of everything, he could never get used to the feeling of being pierced by this massive member. The sensation of his body being forced wide open. Hae-min berated himself, wondering if he had lost his mind to have uttered “Please put it in” after having experienced this.

“…Hik!”

Song Seol thrust upward violently. It was enough to take his breath away.

“Hag, hng, eut!”

His breathing became completely erratic. Hae-min exhaled short, ragged breaths, swaying in sync with Song Seol’s movements. At some point, he began to shake his own hips, a fact that even Moon Hae-min did not realize.

“Kut….”

A large hand wrapped around his waist. The palm stroked his skin as if melting a frozen body. The hand gradually moved down to grip his pelvis.

“Ugh, ……aaah!”

Because he was held firmly and could not move his body, he had to take the full force of the pounding phallus. Whether he knew this or not, the hard glans obsessively hammered against the inner walls.

‘I feel like I’m going to break….’

An irrational fear suddenly washed [unauthorized copy]over him. No, if things continued like this, that fear might become reality. [Read on Read BL Novels]Moon Hae-min grabbed Song Seol’s wrist.

“Just a little slower….”

“Slower?”

Unexpectedly, Song Seol stopped thrusting immediately. Then, he slowly began to withdraw his member. The glans slowly scraped against the inner walls as it exited.

“Huu….”

The lingering nasal moan was sweet. Finding a mischievous pleasure in this, Song Seol lightly bit the ear of ‘Moon Hee-yul.’

“Your body doesn’t seem to want it to be slow.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I wonder if that’s true.”

Song Seol thrust his member back in. Just as slowly as he had withdrawn it. At that, Moon Hee-yul arched his head back as if he couldn’t stand it, letting out a trembling breath.

Song Seol paused his movements for a moment and looked down at him. This time, it wasn’t to tease Moon Hee-yul, nor was it because he was tired of the act, but purely for the sake of appreciation.

The skin, which had been pale from summer into autumn, was flushed with heat. His cheeks, in particular, looked as if they had been stained with peach blossoms. His lips, slightly parted and panting, were a deeper color, glistening as if he had eaten cherries.

“M-My Lord….”

The lips were calling for him. Not the two syllables of Song Seol’s name, but the title that referred to him.

Recalling that fact as if savoring a delicious meal, Song Seol felt something stir within him. In an instant, the tip of his member swelled.

“…Ugh!”

Feeling the thing inside him swell even further, Moon Hae-min’s eyes widened. He stared up at Song Seol as if trying to grasp the situation, and soon found the answer himself.

“My Lord, surely, right now…!”

Knotting.

The act of a yang-person’s glans swelling during intercourse was happening inside his own body.

“It hurts….”

The inner walls, already stretched tight, were forced open even further. It felt as if a fist had been shoved in instead of a member. Although he had slept with Song Seol many times, this was the first time it had felt this overwhelming, and Moon Hae-min even shed tears.

“Shh….”

His blurred vision cleared slightly. It was because Song Seol had wiped away his tears. He whispered, tucking a stray lock of hair behind the ear.

“I’ll finish quickly. So, okay?”

“…Hng.”

Hae-min knew Song Seol’s words were a lie. Not because he was intentionally trying to deceive him, but because that was simply the nature of knotting. An act that firmly plugs the yang-person’s seed so it cannot escape the Eumin’s body. Thus, it was impossible to finish quickly.

Moreover, Song Seol himself didn’t seem to have any intention of ending the act early. This was evident from the fact that he had resumed thrusting.

“Ah, ah!”

The firmly swollen glans scraped harshly against the inner walls. Each time, the pleasure point was not just rubbed, but crushed. At the pleasure that vibrated through his entire body, Moon Hae-min sobbed, not knowing what to do.

Song Seol’s thrusts grew faster. The squelching sound at the point of connection became increasingly loud, and his breathing grew rougher. The member moved as if it were crushing the opening.

“Hng, eut, ugh…!”

It felt as if stars were bouncing before his eyes. His vision flashed white, over and over again.