Having sex wasn’t meant to be this prolonged.
Until the next day, Park Hae-jun couldn’t leave the bed. Even while sleeping, Lee A-gon’s penis or fingers remained inside Park Hae-jun.
Lee A-gon noticed that when his fingers, penis, or semen remained inside Park Hae-jun’s body, Park Hae-jun’s strength weakened. It was obvious. How could he not notice when Park Hae-jun would resist saying no, but as soon as fingers entered his hole, he would collapse like a doll with its strings cut?
So even though Park Hae-jun wanted to escape, he couldn’t. Occasionally when an opportunity arose and he desperately tried to escape, Lee A-gon would approach with a smile and caress his hole. Then Park Hae-jun would be unable to move again.
Is sex between a helper and an ability user always like this?
Becoming so defenseless, ejaculating to the point of death, being exploited yet endlessly wanting more.
Is this really what sex between a helper and an ability user is like?
If he had never known, it might have been different, but once experienced, there was no going back. It was unbearably difficult, but also good enough to die for.
In fact, he really did feel like he died a few times. Releasing fluid from his penis again and again… squeezing Lee A-gon’s penis inside his hole over and over… and then losing consciousness. That sensation of falling into an abyss without even being able to breathe. Just recalling that moment made the back of his head feel chilly while simultaneously tightening his hole.
Yes, it felt good. But this was something he was supposed to do to Lee A-gon. Not Lee A-gon doing it to him, but him making Lee A-gon go “pop” with his body.
‘Instead, I’m the one going “pop”…’
“Ah, damn.”
Recalling that moment of going “pop” in his mind, Park Hae-jun dropped his spoon. A loud clattering sound rang out.
“Hyung, you’re still in pain, right? That’s it, right?” Lee A-gon leaned toward Park Hae-jun with an attitude of dying concern.
Park Hae-jun remained silent with one hand on his forehead.
“That’s why I said I should bathe you. Hyung, you’re too weak to move on your own right now.”
“…Bathing is something you do alone.”
“But we’re dating. People who are dating wash each other and feed each other food.”
“Who says that?”
“You do, hyung.”
“Me?”
“Yes.” Lee A-gon nodded. “From the beginning, you bathed me and fed me. After that, every day you checked when I bathed. Checked when I ate. Put me to bed. Woke me up.”
Lee A-gon’s cheeks reddened slightly.
“So I wanted to do the same for you later. I wanted to check every day when you bathe, remember when and what you eat so I could put it in your mouth. I really wanted to do that. Because we’re dating.”
‘No, Lee A-gon. I didn’t do that because I wanted to, but because you were too dirty and shabby. Did you think I did those things because I had affection for you? So pure, so innocent.’ Park Hae-jun awkwardly scratched the nape of his neck.
“Hyung, open your mouth.” Lee A-gon brought a new spoon, scooped some rice, and held it out to Park Hae-jun. “Here. Ah-.”
In the end, Park Hae-jun opened his mouth. After putting the spoon in, once Park Hae-jun accepted the food, Lee A-gon smiled brightly.
“You just stay still, hyung. From now on, I’ll do all the cleaning too.”
Lee A-gon seated Park Hae-jun and efficiently moved the table and chairs to prepare the flow of movement. Watching this, Park Hae-jun’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. The way Lee A-gon lifted the sofa with ease, saying he should do it properly, seemed too effortless.
‘Could that be lifted so easily? Was he always that strong? It was strange.’
Park Hae-jun beckoned to Lee A-gon. “Lee A-gon.”
Called, Lee A-gon approached without suspicion and sat across from him.
“Grab this.” Park Hae-jun placed his elbow on the table and spread his hand.
“Why?”
“Come on. I said grab my hand.”
Though tilting his head quizzically, Lee A-gon reluctantly grabbed Park Hae-jun’s hand. But he used both hands. Park Hae-jun removed one of them.
“Now try to use your strength.”
“…”
Lee A-gon, now seeming to realize what Park Hae-jun was trying to do, tried to pull his hand away.
“No, no, use your strength. Quickly.”
“Hyung.”
“I’ll count to three and then we start. Got it? Okay, one, two, three!”
As soon as they started, with a thud, Lee A-gon’s hand was flipped over. There was no competition. Park Hae-jun’s victory. Lee A-gon quickly pulled his hand away, making an “ouch” sound.
“What’s this, you didn’t use your strength? Let’s do it again.”
Park Hae-jun forcibly pulled back Lee A-gon’s hand as he tried to retreat, and counted again, “One, two, three, start.”
This time, it wasn’t over quickly. Park Hae-jun and Lee A-gon faced each other in a deadlock. That’s more like it. Park Hae-jun put full strength into his right arm. The arm that wavered slightly in the middle soon fell in the direction where Park Hae-jun applied force. With a softer thud than before, Lee A-gon’s hand touched the surface. It was Park Hae-jun’s victory.
“I won.” Park Hae-jun muttered.
Something felt strange. He clearly won, but it wasn’t quite convincing, somehow…
“Ah!”
That’s when it happened.
Lee A-gon made a sad face and clutched his wrist, “Hyung, my wrist hurts so much.”
“What? Why?”
“I think I used too much strength. Ah, it hurts.”
He groaned, saying it was really painful.
‘Does it hurt this much just from arm wrestling?’ Park Hae-jun, who was suspicious, was shocked to see bruises forming on Lee A-gon’s hand in the shape of his fingerprints.
“Oh my god!”
Flustered, Park Hae-jun quickly brought the medicine box. Though not sure if it would work for bruises, he had an ointment good for contusions, so he squeezed some out and applied it to Lee A-gon’s hand.
“I’m sorry, hyung.” Lee A-gon said glumly.
Park Hae-jun felt sorry for him.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t know your body was this weak. Here, try moving your fingers. Does it hurt anywhere else?”
Lee A-gon shook his head. Seeing how he slightly bit his lip every time the ointment touched the bruise, Park Hae-jun felt guilty.
“From now on, don’t do anything. How can you clean with such a weak body? Just sit quietly. That’s how you can help.”
Lee A-gon seemed to have a lot to say, but Park Hae-jun was firm. What could he ask such a weak person to do? What if he gets a fever again?
‘He’s weaker than I thought.’
Park Hae-jun thought to himself after applying all the ointment. Lee A-gon was a very weak man. Weak enough that he could subdue him whenever he wanted.
He was stronger than Lee A-gon, smarter, older, and more experienced. There was no way he would ever be subdued by a weakling like Lee A-gon.
If only that guy wouldn’t touch his hole… if only that.
‘It’s okay. I just need to subdue him before that happens.’
Park Hae-jun nodded. Once he was convinced that he was stronger, his mind felt more at ease.
“Hey, hyung. Can I touch you there… a little later?” Lee A-gon asked shyly while Park Hae-jun was wrapping a bandage over the thickly applied ointment.
“Didn’t I tell you that touching my body is forbidden for the next week?”
“I know. But… my wrist hurts so much.” Lee A-gon said glumly, clutching his right wrist.
Seeing this, Park Hae-jun’s heart softened again. He’d injured the boy’s wrist just trying to test him. There was no need to grip so hard. He should have been gentler. The boy was already so delicate.
“…Just fingers, right?”
“Yes, hyung.” Lee A-gon smiled brightly.
After that incredibly strenuous sex, Lee A-gon’s expressions had become much richer. His voice gained strength, and he noticeably reduced his habit of dragging words or misusing particles. Despite such a poor resonance rate, the assistance was effective.
Though he spoke as if granting a favor, in truth, Park Hae-jun also needed to provide assistance through contact with Lee A-gon. He swallowed hard, feeling both a chill and anticipation simultaneously.
“Hyung, I’m sorry, but could you lie face down?”
Park Hae-jun, who had been lying with his legs slightly spread in a proper position, raised his head at those words. Lee A-gon was massaging his wrist with a troubled expression.
“Does it still hurt that much?”
“Yes, I must have used too much strength. I’m sorry, hyung.”
“I told you, you have nothing to be sorry about.”
Park Hae-jun stared at Lee A-gon’s hand with sympathetic eyes. The injury from arm wrestling seemed quite serious. To touch between Park Hae-jun’s legs while he was lying on his back, Lee A-gon would have to twist his wrist. So he was asking Park Hae-jun to turn over so he wouldn’t have to twist his wrist.
That much he could certainly do. When Park Hae-jun turned over, Lee A-gon sat between his legs.
“Thank you, hyung.”
“It’s nothing.” Park Hae-jun answered gruffly.
Soon after, hands that felt slightly cold kneaded Park Hae-jun’s buttocks softly.
“Hmm.”
Park Hae-jun felt discomfort and made a sound. Rather than uncomfortable, it was, how should he put it, awkward. When he lay face down with his buttocks spread, his hole would rise higher, which felt really awkward and… embarrassing… anyway, that’s how it felt.
His body, which had been tightly clenched due to tension, crumbled the moment Lee A-gon’s finger touched that spot. Immediately, assistance energy was drawn out. Park Hae-jun unconsciously cursed under his breath.
“Damn, really like registering fingerprint recognition…”
“What? What did you say?”
“Nothing.” Park Hae-jun grumbled with a reddened nape.
“Then… I’ll continue.”
The middle finger slowly burrowed inside. Then, very carefully, the second and third fingers entered as well.
“How is it?”
“Ugh, what?”
“Does it hurt at all? Are you okay?”