Clap - 65

Jaemin’s face rapidly cycled between red and pale. His thighs trembled. His spine tingled, and his scalp felt like it was about to burst.

At that moment, a spoon approached Jaemin’s lips.

“Jaemin, you should eat.”

It was Ihyun, smiling sweetly. Jaemin looked at her, bewildered and stunned. Right now, in this moment, his anus was being sucked like a lollipop, and she’s telling him to eat?

No matter how much of an appetite he has from malnutrition, now was not the time. Bile was rising in his throat, yet she wanted him to eat.

“Hurry.”

Ihyun did not back down, insisting he eat. Her crescent eyes were full of mischief. But it was more than just a prank – it was truly cruel.

“Ugh, ah.”

Jaemin shook his head. IIchan’s tongue licking his insides was overwhelming. He wished Ihyun would just leave him alone. Closing his eyes, Jaemin meekly bowed his head. But his hair was suddenly seized in a firm grip, yanking his head up.

“Eat.”

Ihyun said in a heavy, icy tone. Her cold gaze suggested she would smash the bowl against his forehead if he refused. Jaemin’s shoulders flinched.

He was scared. So scared.

Jaemin still feared Ihyun and IIchan. How could he not, when they threatened to sever his limbs at any moment?

Jaemin opened his mouth slightly. A feverish moan rose in his throat, but Ihyun’s spoon went in the opposite direction. It was not a large amount, but he choked. IIchan tilted his head to closely observe Jaemin chewing and swallowing the food.

Jaemin cried as he forced himself to eat the rice. Ihyun even kindly provided the side dishes. But strangely, that made him feel sadder. This was not a meal from a good heart, but one close to torment.

“Ugh, uh, ahh! Hik!”

Ichan pulled the hole tightly. The delicate wrinkles puffed up like well-baked bread. Then, pop, when he took his lips away, they quickly returned to their original position. At the same time, tears like droplets were expelled. A mischievous smile crept onto Ichan’s lips. He buried his face back between the plump buttocks.

Ihyun continued to feed Jaemin. Jaemin let out a slimy mixture of cries and moans.

Sounds that would normally be heard in a restaurant echoed around. Someone was licking the water leaking from the rear, someone was chewing food, and someone was scraping their bowl. It was a strange sight.

“Ugh, ah, phew!”

Jaemin felt Ichan’s tall nose bridge rubbing against the valley. The cold rims of his glasses pressing down on his buttocks were also clear. That was not all. His damp lips. His hot tongue. The one gnawing on his twitching anus. Jaemin could vividly see how he was being licked and in what manner.

Eventually, Jaemin came without putting up any resistance. With this stimulation, going only backwards. He felt a sense of guilt, as if he had committed a bad deed.

Ichan briefly detached his lips. He then caught the dripping semen on the tip of Jaemin’s penis with his index finger and smeared it on the glans. Jaemin’s buttocks trembled. It felt as if Ichan was mocking him, as if the ripe peach had already been eaten. Ichan opened his mouth wide and pressed his lips back onto the hole.

At that moment, another spoonful of rice approached. The white rice with a meat chunk on it did not look appetizing at all. Rather, it was disgusting. Jaemin felt like he was about to vomit.

Jaemin clumsily clutched Ihyun’s upper garment. Then, rubbing his cheek against Ihyun’s thigh, he looked up at him pleadingly.

“I, I can’t… I don’t want to eat it. Please… I can’t eat it…”

Jaemin’s reddened eyes begged for mercy. His tear-filled eyelashes looked heavy, and his parted lips with a carelessly dangling tongue were as tempting as freshly picked cherries.

Ihyun, who had been staring intently at the sight, blinked slowly.

He threw the tray onto the nightstand, causing the spoon and bowl to roll on the floor with a dull thud. Fortunately, the glass did not break, but a clunky sound still echoed. Rice grains were messily stuck everywhere.

This was an unusual act for Ihyun, who always kept things in their place and tidy. Letting his loosened bangs fall carelessly, he slightly pulled down his sweatpants. His thick, hard erect penis sprang up.

Jaemin took a sharp breath. He had never faced Ihyun’s penis without experiencing pain.