Clap - 55
Ihyun’s thrusts sped up.
The pressure Jaemin was enduring increased as well.
His squashed insides made it hard to breathe.
“Ugh, ugh, ah, ugh.”
“Huuu…”
Ihyun shoved his p3nis in as deep as he could.
As if that wasn’t enough, he twisted his hips left and right, trying to push in further.
He was frustrated that the root of his p3nis hadn’t yet fully entered Jaemin.
But Jaemin couldn’t take anymore.
His half-closed eyelids quivered as he had clearly reached his limit.
Ihyun decided to ease up.
There was no need to rush, after all, opening Jaemin up bit by bit would surely be satisfying too.
He released his pent-up semen into Jaemin’s belly.
At that moment, Jaemin’s body surrendered to the darkness.
Jaemin regained consciousness relatively early.
It wasn’t because of drugs, nor because he was in pain; he had simply fainted from overwhelming pleasure and woke up in the afternoon, after lunchtime.
Memories of that night, full of flesh, came rushing back like a herd of bulls.
Jaemin clenched his eyes shut.
During his first experience, when he was battered by pain, the shame was minimal, but this time it was different.
Recalling how he had moaned and writhed in pleasure, Jaemin buried his face into the pillow.
He wanted to die, to suffocate right there.
As he silently screamed and sank into his thoughts, his body felt oddly comfortable.
During his first time, his entire body had ached as if every joint was being sawed off, but now there was only slight soreness and a lingering heat in his rear.
Jaemin peeked out from under the covers and inspected his hand.
He wondered if there might be another IV drip with painkillers inserted.
But the back of his hand was clean.
Even the bandages, which had come loose from the rough intercourse, were now neatly tied.
Staring at the bandages, Jaemin slowly sat up.
The shackle pressing down on his ankle hurt, but he had gotten used to the pain.
Jaemin absentmindedly rubbed his chest.
Then he let out a short sigh.
“Ha…”
The feel of the blanket on his body was refreshing.
It seemed Ihyun and Ichan had cleaned him up.
They were certainly thorough.
The sticky mix of semen and sweat from a few hours ago now felt like a dream.
Still, it clearly wasn’t a dream.
His rear, which hadn’t fully closed yet, twitched as it remembered the large p3nis.
Jaemin swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
The heavy shackle made his knees feel like they were going to give out.
He irritably shook his ankle.
The chain scraped against the floor, making an unpleasant noise.
Jaemin bent over and tugged at the chain.