By Zephyria 
Arin’s words were ignored as he urgently called out to Tae-muk.
“General……”
Before he could even finish the word, Tae-muk’s lips, or rather, his tongue, came crashing in. The barely opened mouth was once again filled with his tongue. Ho-eun’s wet eyelashes trembled precariously.
A one-sided kiss continued. The kisses they had shared before weren’t exactly gentle, but this one was incomparably voracious and filthy. The sounds of tongues and saliva mixing echoed wetly.
“Ugh……”
Tae-muk’s saliva, which Ho-eun couldn’t swallow, dribbled unpleasantly from his lips. At that vulgar sight, a faint smile touched Tae-muk’s lips.
From then on, Tae-muk began to lick Ho-eun’s entire body. Tear-stained cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders, collarbones, chest, arms and armpits, ribs, navel, even the hands and fingers that pushed him away in protest—he licked every place his lips could reach.
Later, as licking alone wasn’t enough, he sucked hard, and bit down hard enough to leave deep teeth marks. The small body was soon covered in blotches.
Even as he did this, Tae-muk’s massive member relentlessly poked, prodded, and thrust into Ho-eun’s rear. Then, at some point, the already burning insides grew hot once more.
It was Tae-muk’s fourth ejaculation.
“……”
Ho-eun blinked with a dazed expression. After shedding so many tears, his eyeballs felt gritty, as if filled with sand.
In contrast, the bedding was not just damp but soaked. It was saturated with sweat, tears, saliva, blood, and liquids that couldn’t be spoken of. Every time the rough, stiff fabric clung to his skin, it felt as if pieces of flesh were being torn away.
He didn’t know how many hours had passed. Perhaps the day had changed. During that long time, Tae-muk hadn’t let go of Ho-eun for even a moment. He acted as if he were trying to release all the carnal desires he had suppressed during the ten days it took to travel from Hanyang to the garrison. Or perhaps, he was trying to release all the carnal desires he had suppressed for ten years.
It seemed that it wasn’t something he intended to do, but something that just happened. Like a dam that is strong before it bursts, but uncontrollable once it does. Right now, Tae-muk was a burst dam.
“Ah……”
Ho-eun, crushed beneath Tae-muk, groaned faintly.
His whole body ached. He had mostly received Tae-muk while lying face down, and his knees, rubbed raw against the bedding, were red and inflamed, almost bleeding. His cheeks, also rubbed against the bedding, were no different. Every time tears flowed, they stung as if there were wounds.
His elbows and thighs, grabbed and pulled roughly, also ached. His handprints, left everywhere like stamps, throbbed. His buttocks, pounded countless times, burned as if he had been flogged. They were swollen and puffy, and Tae-muk seemed to like the feel of it, as he kept grabbing and kneading them.
The most painful part was, of course, his rear. Tae-muk relentlessly digging into his rear. And the insides being crushed and torn apart. Once again, a deep thrust made Ho-eun murmur in a faint voice.
“General……nim……. It……hurts……”
“……”
“It hurts…….”
He couldn’t count how many times he had said it hurt. But Tae-muk had never, not even once, listened to him. He didn’t even meet his gaze.
Because of Tae-muk’s actions, Ho-eun knew very well what he thought of him, and what kind of existence he was to him.
‘Don’t you think I find you repulsive?’
‘How did someone like you become my Bondmate?’
Ho-eun repeated the words he had repeated a hundred times during the Sexual affair. And as he repeated them for the hundred and first time, he slowly closed his eyes. Thin tears streamed down his festering eyes.
The black bedding seemed to sink lower and lower, becoming a huge pit. Ho-eun helplessly fell into that pit.