By Zephyria At first, Joo-oh was drooling all over the place, but now he’s getting the hang of wrapping his tongue around. Even so, he’s only slightly more advanced than Mu-hae, so they’re still just rubbing their mouths together and lost in feeling each other’s breath.
A few more rolls of his fingers over the hardened nipples made the body on top of him wriggle and tremble slightly.
“Eung.”
“Wait, huff… hold on. Don’t take off my clothes.”
This was only supposed to be a little bit of excitement relief. Instead, the back of his neck is burning, and he’s even more fired up.
Joo-oh’s crotch, pressed firmly against his stomach, was bulging. Suddenly, he felt a chill of anxiety, wondering what would happen if he came in these black clothes.
Click, whoosh.
He undid the tightly fastened buckle of his pants. Pulling down the pure white underwear, his stiffly erect member sprang out as if bouncing into his hand.
“Ah, eungh… Brother.”
“That damn ‘Brother’ talk.”
It’s good to be faithful to your role, but it’s a problem if you keep giving me these strange stimuli. Feeling a more intense tingling in his spine than usual, Mu-hae bit his moist lips several times.
Click, he also opened his pants and rubbed his heated center against Joo-oh’s. The member that popped out, pushing past the underwear, was big enough to beat someone up.
“Keuk…”
Sweet scent. Wet lips kissing all over. The pillar pressed against him below feels chillingly good.
Letting out a small groan, he lifted his head, and Joo-oh, wearing his pious clothes, gave a suggestive smile and swayed his hips.
Damn it. He can’t look away. Mu-hae stared intently into his half-open red eyes and slowly caressed the pillars pressed together.
“Hik…!”
Joo-oh shuddered at just a few touches. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since he’s played with his hands. A sticky liquid was quickly shot out from his heated grasp.
His languid face was pressed against his shoulder, whimpering.
“Good…”
“Me? Or just being touched?”
“Eung, both.”
Looking around for something to do with the liquid on his hand, Joo-oh handed him a wad of tissues, panting.
This guy, he must have been planning this all along. The things he brought in before coming here make him guess his intentions.
“Prayers my ass. You came in here to do this, didn’t you?”
“Hoo… yes, Brother.”
“What to do? The Holy Mother tells us, haah, to keep our chastity.”
“I’m a Fake Believer.”
Where did he pick up such words? Behind Joo-oh’s small smile, the Icon of the Mother God in golden robes shines like a halo.
Would it be blasphemous to feel that his pink, flushed skin is sacred? He can’t judge, but he knows that his lascivious eyes are calling for thirst.
“It’ll be a problem if it gets on my clothes.”
“But, we’re cleaning anyway.”
With a face that wants a lot, Joo-oh bounced his butt on his thighs.
Damn it. He’s making it hard to bear. He’s the only one here who can keep his sanity, but Mu-hae felt his reason fading with the vibrations transmitted to his lower body.
He should have taken care of it when he washed up the day before yesterday. He doesn’t want to be horny in this space, but the pent-up desires shake his head.
Hot, tight, and soft inside. If he shoved his dick into that, the tight hole would suck on his glans, squishing and wet.
And how about the sight of that pretty face shuddering and screaming? Just thinking about his flushed body wriggling and digging into his embrace makes the blood rush to his lower body.
“Shit.”
“Haa, Brother swearing, I like it.”
Not knowing what he’s thinking, Joo-oh faithfully fueled his excitement.
In the end, unable to bear it, he unbuttoned his shirt. Biting and squeezing his teeth into the exposed shoulder made the legs on top of him thrash.
“Eung, ah…!”
“You can’t take pictures, so you’re offering your body?”
“Brother, eat me again. Haha!”
His innocent smile made him feel a pang of guilt. He’s old enough to be doing this, but he’s smiling like a child, so isn’t it uncomfortable to touch him?
The Icon drawn inside the door of the Prayer Room for Merit amplifies his guilt. In the disheveled appearance of a priest, Joo-oh revealed his pure white chest.
Suck, tzzup. He deliberately made a sound as he sucked on the reddened nipples. He feels like a perverted piece of trash, but his lower body shows no signs of calming down.
“Ah, euu, Jeong-mu, Brother. Haha, like a baby.”
More nonsense. Joo-oh trembled and stood on his tiptoes. His panting breath sounds like he’s about to come hard.
Mu-hae gripped his erect member and pressed his glans to stimulate it. Soon, he gasped and shot out a liquid that wasn’t even diluted.
Now, if he wipes his hands and leaves, it’ll be clean, but his legs don’t want to move. Rather, Mu-hae slightly lifted his drooping eyes and pulled down the pants he was wearing haphazardly.
He grabbed his pure white buttocks with his other hand and squeezed them hard enough to leave marks. He’s never seen a scratch on that skin, but he felt that the sadism writhing inside him was calming down a bit.
“Does Jin Mu-hae, hoo, like my butt? Or me?”
It’s absurd to have the childish question he asked a little while ago thrown back at him. Even the title of Brother, Brother, that he used to say so diligently, is gone, and Joo-oh’s panting makes his heart feel like it’s being tossed around.
“Both.”
Jin Mu-hae gave the same answer and squeezed the soft flesh open. He rubbed his wet hand between his legs to moisten them and rubbed his red-hot dick head against his perineum.
As if waiting, the hole wriggled and kissed the tip of his member. The grotesquely thick pillar slowly burrowed into the tight entrance that he wouldn’t loosen.
“Heeung…! Ah…!”
Shit. Another curse slipped through his teeth. The pressure that was so tight it hurt made him feel faint, so Mu-hae clenched his jaw tightly and swallowed his groan.
The hair on the back of his head stood on end, and he got goosebumps. Excitement and pleasure surged up from below. Finally, a groan-like sound scratched his throat.
“Keuk, haa…”
“Eung, haha. Baby Jin Mu-hae.”
Yeah. It’s cheeky, but it’s better to be called a baby than a brat. With his reddened face and the image of the Mother God flickering in his vision, an indescribable sense of depravity filled his breath.
If that makes him feel even more crazy, is he really a pervert? Unable to bear it, he pulled his hips back and thrust upwards with a thud.
The smile disappeared from Joo-oh’s lips, and soon he clung to his shoulder as if collapsing.
“Ah, hoo, good…”
“Is there anything you, haa, don’t like?”
“Jin Mu-hae, everything, euung, is good.”
How many times has he said ‘good’ already? He should be sick of it. It’s funny. It just feels sweet. So much so that the back of his neck is stiff and sore.
Joo-oh slowly removed Mu-hae’s veil that was still draped over him. The little nibbles of kissing his forehead, sucking and chewing on his ear are insignificant and cute, so he can’t stand it.
Squish, thud! Squish, thud!
There’s no more pride to be shattered by the fact that he’s getting horny at the direction of this guy. Mu-hae frantically raised his hips and stroked his waist and chest with his fingertips.
In the meantime, he touched his lower body in case he saw blood, but the hole was stretched so taut that there wasn’t a single wrinkle, but Joo-oh made a hik sound and shook his legs wildly.
“Ah, euung!”
He shook his head wildly, closed his eyes tightly, and stiffened. Soon, the unprevented semen splashed recklessly over Mu-hae’s black clothes.
Joo-oh, who had been panting for a long time, rubbed his member while holding it and snuggled into his chest.
“I can’t be a Server anymore, hoo.”
As if he’s not aware that he’s still exuding a fierce energy because he hasn’t come yet.
“Jeong-mu Hyung has to take me.”
He spouted nonsense. Mu-hae sucked on his glossy lips, rummaged through his inner walls, and silently pressed him down to shove his dick in deeper.
He’s picking out things that are so pleasing to do. The cult has its uses.
“Brother. Stop chattering and wipe your drool.”
At the whisper, Joo-oh shuddered again and came. It seems he’ll have to wash his clothes secretly.
He was cleaning, so isn’t it possible to accidentally spill some water on his shirt? Naturally thinking of an idea that he would have laughed at if someone else had done it, Mu-hae matched his swaying vision to the body he was embracing.
Even after doing the deed in an unfamiliar place, Joo-oh showed no signs of exhaustion.
Rather, his lower face, which he couldn’t hide with the veil, was shining, as if he had eaten some health food.
On the other hand, Mu-hae’s face was mentally exhausted, with the front of his shirt completely wet.
The damp hem of his clothes stuck to his stomach the whole time he was putting candles on the platform and setting up the folding screen.
“It’s a small lecture, but valuable believers will be visiting. Even from Central. It’s a worship that requires valuable sincerity.”
The Server, who had finished his work, decorated the pulpit and spoke. No wonder the decorations are so fancy, it seems like it’s a day when people with money come.
It’s a bit surprising that the Central guys, who never come out of their living radius, come all the way here to listen to a cult speech.
He even wonders what religion is and what faith is for.
“Life is a series of hardships. Just being cared for by the Mother relieves our worries like a child in the womb.”
As if he had noticed Mu-hae’s thoughts, the man put his hands together and added. In the end, these are people who need something to rely on.
After hearing the explanation, he doesn’t not understand it at all. Even Joo-oh, for example, is so reliant on Mu-hae, who takes care of him, that he’s clinging to him.
Unlike his first impression, when he seemed like he would be involved in a crime if he was left alone, he’s now in a state where he can somehow live on his own… but he’s still in a state of mind where he would give up even a sock if Mu-hae asked for money, and he would prostrate himself and do 108 bows if he was asked to praise him.
If all believers were like Joo-oh, it’s perhaps natural that the religious business is so prosperous.
“Welcome. Brother. Sister.”
Soon, as the Server said, people in luxurious clothes entered the entrance of the Holy Mother Church.
Mu-hae put his hands together and greeted them, carefully scanning the faces of each believer who passed by.
Outwardly, there’s nothing suspicious about their appearance. Rather, it’s uncomfortable because there are people who glance at the tall Mu-hae.
Soon, a bell rang from somewhere, and the Clear-Eyed One appeared and went up to the platform.
After several greetings such as ‘I am moved’, ‘Thank you’, ‘I offer’, and ‘I pray’, it was time to explain the contents of the Holy Scripture and preach.
There were still no special features. If he had to pick one, it would be that the most unique thing is that people are impressed by the trite content that the Mother God created and blessed this land and that all believers are children of the Mother.
Mu-hae stood quietly in the corner and added interjections such as ‘I am moved’, and only when it was time for sincerity did he carry the envelope box and walk around the chapel.
There were a few people chatting while the choir was singing loudly, but he couldn’t eavesdrop.
At that time, Joo-oh, who had been bowing like a doll from afar, turned his head sharply towards Mu-hae.
The guy, who came fluttering his veil, raised his tiptoes slightly and whispered in his ear.
“Brother. Someone is talking about the Mother’s ‘Gift’.”
He caught a suspicious conversation, wondering how he heard it in the midst of the resounding hymn.
“This city and the foundation of humanity are made up of the Blue Bird sent by the Holy Mother.”
Following Joo-oh’s chin gesture, he moved his gaze and saw a well-dressed man and woman moving their mouths.
He thought he would have to attach a wiretap for a few days, but maybe he can collect the devices installed in each Prayer Room for Merit tonight.