Double Junk - 79
Yeah. I’ve lived too happily, not in line with my fate. It was happiness that was never mine from the beginning. I got greedy for overflowing emotions and got involved.
But, doesn’t Seokju also bear responsibility for that false happiness? What am I going to do now? He gave me enough to live decently, and if he takes it all away suddenly, what am I supposed to do?
It’s not like I begged for a change. He gave it first. He forced me to take it even when I resisted. Making me the only sinner is too fatal, isn’t it?
Ajin, who was looking at his rough feet, raised his head and looked at Seokju. The sparkling azure eyes that used to glitter had turned black.
“How much are you going to give?”
“What?”
“If I sell my body, how much are you going to give? How many times do I have to sell myself to… repay a million won? You should know—”
Ajin couldn’t finish his sentence. Seokju, tossing the cigarette into the ashtray, suddenly approached and shoved his thumb into Ajin’s mouth.
He pulled Ajin’s thumb sideways in his mouth. A pain as if the tender flesh was tearing apart surged. The already burst lips opened up, and bl00d flowed again. Ajin’s small teeth and tongue, soaked in bl00d, turned entirely red.
Seokju muttered softly as he watched it.
“Ajin.”
“Hu…”
“Don’t act defiant. What if your mouth tears apart?”
Ajin twisted his head. His mouth hurt too much. Then, using his other hand, Seokju tightly grabbed Ajin’s back of the head, making him unable to resist. Seokju forced Ajin to meet his gaze.
“How much will you give? Well, it depends on you.”
“Ugh…”
“If you keep whining like a worn-out street vendor, I’ll give you 1,000 won each time. But if you keep saying it hurts or you don’t want to, your body’s worth will become 100 won.”
Ajin opened his eyes wide. Tears poured down from his round eyes. A few drops fell onto Seokju’s back of the hand.
Seokju withdrew his hand as if a spark had ignited. Ajin, with his throbbing cheek gripped, hunched his shoulders. Seokju looked down at him and added more words.
“If you don’t want to sell your body, then hand it over.”
“I… I didn’t—”
“If you keep whimpering, I’ll pull out your tongue.”
Ajin felt an intense threat in Seokju’s words. His body shivered. If only it was just a threat like that. Seokju might genuinely cut off my arm and pull out my tongue. Because he’s that kind of person.
Ajin kneeled on the floor and sat down. Then, he shook his head left and right. His tears splashed in all directions.
“Boss… huh, I didn’t, I didn’t do anything… I didn’t steal anything… Myungjin hyung also—”
The moment Myungjin’s name was mentioned, the expression on Seokju’s face disappeared instantly. He tightly grabbed Ajin’s hair. Ajin was thrown onto the sofa, his upper body on the couch and his lower body on the floor. Surprised, he took a strained breath. Desperately turning his gaze toward Seokju.
“Boss!”
However, suddenly, black fabric covered his vision. The smell of Seokju rushed in. It was the suit jacket that he had taken off a while ago. As Ajin exhaled with a pu, pu sound, pulling it down, the jacket was pulled into his mouth. Seokju was stuffing Ajin’s mouth with it.
“Ooh…”
Ajin fiercely struggled, but it was in vain. The slippery fabric was shoved deep into his throat. Ajin writhed, choking on the smooth cloth.
The jacket, as large as a blanket, couldn’t fully enter Ajin’s narrow mouth. The remaining fabric covered Ajin’s entire face. Ajin tried to pull the jacket down with his hand. Suddenly, his legs went weak. His pants and underwear came down at once.
“…”
Ajin widened his eyes from inside the jacket. He shivered as Seokju’s hand had already grasped his thighs and waist. Escaping was impossible.
The sound of Seokju’s zipper going down echoed. It wasn’t a particularly loud noise, more of a muffled sound behind the jacket, but Ajin, startled, shook his shoulders as if he had heard thunder.
Soon, as if the legs were going up, a hot and firm pillar-like thing touched between Ajin’s thighs.
“Ugh, uh! Aah…”
In the darkness, Ajin’s face, trapped within, turned pale. It wasn’t a finger but Seokju’s private part. Inserting it directly like this seemed inevitable for his backside to tear apart, just like that day when they first intertwined.
Ajin recalled the pain from back then and squirmed, whimpering. It was searching for Seokju. However, Seokju remained out of reach. Ajin couldn’t be sure if the one between his legs now was Seokju.
Ajin tried to grab the sofa and lift his upper body. At that moment, something heavy pressed into his back entrance. It was Seokju’s private part.
Ajin held his breath. Simultaneously, Seokju’s private part began to penetrate. The tight wrinkles, dry and firmly closed, moistened, and the inner walls expanded tightly. Tremendous pain surged. Ajin’s body, engulfed in fear, became chilly.
“Uh, uh…”
Ajin let out a suppressed moan. Tension gripped his limbs. It wasn’t a sign to push Seokju away; it was an instinctive defensive posture, crouching down to avoid the impact before it hit.
However, Seokju seemed displeased with that. He tightly gripped Ajin’s hips. Lifting his own waist, he pulled Ajin down. Then, the head, stuck and stopped behind, entered Ajin’s hole.
A sensation of something snapping was felt. The back felt hot.
“Ugh…”
Ajin bent his waist as if hit in the spine. It felt like his back was tearing apart. No, it tore. It definitely tore. It was a hole that was hard to loosen even if Seokju put a lot of effort into it, but now, he forcefully pushed in, and Ajin’s tender flesh couldn’t withstand it.
“Uh…”
Ajin remained stiff, tears streaming down. The jacket inside was damp from tears and moist breath. It felt like sinking into a swamp. The jacket pressed against his face and neck, causing discomfort.
Even in the midst of this, Seokju’s private part continued to enter. As if trying to violate the back entrance that was hidden in darkness, Seokju relentlessly pushed and penetrated.
But when about half had entered, it suddenly stopped. No matter how much force was applied, Seokju’s private part no longer went in.
Furrows appeared on Seokju’s forehead. An indentation above his eyebrows formed a hollow groove. He seemed very displeased with Ajin’s backside. It wasn’t swearing or insulting, but Ajin felt uncomfortable as if his heart was being torn apart.
Ajin squinted his eyes. Seokju’s voice beyond the jacket sounded strange. It wasn’t cursing or insulting; it made his chest tighten.
Ajin weakly shook his head. However, it was a feeble refusal in the darkness. It didn’t reach Seokju.
Seokju pressed Ajin’s body down. The arrogance wanting to go deeper into the tight hole was conveyed to Ajin as an unmistakable persistence. However, Ajin’s insides were already full. Mentally and physically.
“Damn it, open up your backside. It’s not going in.”
Seokju complained without reservation. It was a genuine complaint.
Ajin, who was receiving his massive private part without any preparation, trapped inside the unseen jacket, struggling and crying, paid no attention to Seokju solely focusing on trampling and abusing him.
Seokju was solely concentrated on defiling and trampling Ajin.
Ajin felt it vividly, making it painful. The gentle touches, affectionate gazes, careful gestures that used to caress him were now nowhere to be found. Therefore, it was painful, and therefore, it was frightening.
“Ugh, uh, uuuk…”
Ajin turned his head as if convulsing. His hands groped for Seokju, twitching and searching, but occasionally, whenever they touched him, they were promptly pushed away like a knife. The touch, like chasing away a fly, was cold, heavy, and full of annoyance.
As Ajin took a moist breath, at that moment, Seokju’s private part wriggled and went a bit further inside. Simultaneously, there was a popping sound, and the backside burst again. After loosening a bit, a thick weapon pushed in smoothly.
“…”
Ajin couldn’t even scream. With wide-open eyes, he trembled. Tears streamed down his face. Even though it was already dark, his vision became even darker, and his ears felt stuffy. Strangely, even though it tore in the back, the taste of bl00d rose from his throat.
Seokju thrust forcefully. Eventually, most of his private part disappeared inside Ajin. Although a small part remained, it was still good enough for pushing and shaking.
Seokju brushed back his bangs. Then, he grabbed Ajin’s hips. Ajin quickly grabbed Seokju’s hand. Since nothing could be seen, his hand aimlessly scratched Seokju’s back of the hand or hit his wrist.
“Uuh, uh, uuuk…”
Ajin shouted desperately through the blocked throat. However, not a single coherent word was formed. It was just vomiting on the level of nausea.
Seokju casually ignored those cries. Then, he slowly withdrew his private part.
“Uuuk!”
Ajin twisted his waist. It was a convulsive movement. It was painful for Seokju’s private part to enter, and it was equally painful for it to come out. As Seokju’s private part, tightly attached to the inner walls, retreated, it felt like his stomach was being sliced by a knife.
Seokju pressed Ajin’s chest against the sofa, leisurely inserting and withdrawing his private part. It wasn’t out of consideration for Ajin; it was because Ajin’s backside, not accustomed to the intrusion, was uncooperative.