My Bloody Valentine - 14

Han’s trembling gaze alternated between Taesin’s face and the underwear held in his hand.

Taesin’s hand, holding the underwear, slowly rose. He lowered his eyes, pressed the underwear to his nose, and took a deep breath. Han’s eyes widened as much as they could.

“Foot odor.”

“…!”

It was unbelievable. If someone else had done that, the scene would have seemed like a perverted act or the behavior of someone with abnormal sexual desires. However, now that Taesin had become the protagonist, the scene appeared decadent, as if he were worshiping some elixir.

Han wanted to rush forward immediately and snatch his underwear from Taesin’s hand. Still, Taesin was too terrifying a presence for Han to do so.

“You’ve been running around a lot, like a squirrel.”

Creak. As he stood up, the sound of the mattress creaking echoed unusually loudly in the ears.

A black silhouette emerged slowly from the shadows. As a man larger than before approached, Han’s shoulders involuntarily hunched from the intimidation.

A droplet fell from the end of Han’s hair. Before another droplet could fall, Taesin’s fingers, which had silently approached Han’s nose, gently flicked it away.

Han was frozen, stiff as ice, unable to move. With his presence added to the room, it felt like the air was being squeezed out.

“I came to check something.”

He was, as always, impeccably dressed in his sleepless suit. He didn’t even take off his shoes.

Han tried to ask what he wanted to check, but his hand wrapped gently around Han’s neck before he could utter a word.

Even without applying much pressure, a choking sound, like the beginning of a snore, came out. Han managed to force his voice out.

“W-What are you… checking?”

Taesin slowly lowered his body. Like that day before, he buried his nose in Han’s neck and smelled him.

The scent of fabric softener enveloped Han’s whole body. It was a clean and refreshing smell, undoubtedly pleasant, but overly artificial.

He wondered what it smelled like when it was mingled with sweat or bodily fluids. Smelling it made him want to see his body.

Anyway, since it was his property, there was no reason to be disgusted.

Taesin, who had stepped confidently toward one side of the wall, turned on the light. There was nothing Han could hide from the bright fluorescent light.

Taesin’s hand, once again approaching Han, decisively grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up. Han resisted, whimpering and refusing to raise his arms.

He exerted all the strength he had, even the strength he used to lift his arms, but Taesin’s power effortlessly raised both arms. The wet T-shirt, soaked in the shoulder area, slipped over Han’s head and flowed down his arms.

“…Ha.”

With only his eyeballs showing, Han’s upper body, now revealed in a white hue, and the small pink nipples caught Taesin’s breath for a moment.

He wanted to see more. A more exposed area.

Taesin, who had approached closely, wrapped his hand around Han’s lower back. Han shivered greatly, but he couldn’t dare push Taesin away.

With his other hand, Taesin swiftly pulled down Han’s pants. As the clothes, which fell down to his ankles, were picked up by Taesin’s boots and hugged, Han’s body was instantly exposed.

“P-Please stop… I’ll pay. Okay?”

He said that, but he wasn’t sure. Han had no talent in this area. Even if he said he earned money for a month, it was only a few tens of thousands of won, like the several hundred thousand won Sunwoohee had given him. It was much less than the money spent.

Taesin didn’t hear Han’s words. His eyes, filled with lust, explored Han’s body, which was now entirely without a single piece of clothing.

The sun-deprived pale skin looked weak at a glance. Perhaps if touched, red marks would appear as one pleased. Considering the vivid bruise on his face left from just two slaps, it was easy to imagine.

Under the fragile upper body, where the ribs were prominently exposed, Taesin’s gaze slid down, lingering just below the shallow belly button.

Beneath the faint shadow beneath the transparent skin, a pinkish organ shrunken in fear hung limply. Han’s tongue was drenched under the spectacle, saliva pooling beneath it as he observed.

Taesin, with his canine and incisor teeth that had been teasing all along, now used his tongue to thoroughly explore them.

Upon the emaciated body that seemed as if it would break if gripped, with an organ of the same sex that wouldn’t fill one hand, Taesin’s dangerous level of desire seemed to overflow, filling the atmosphere as if it would burst.

As he smelled it, he wanted to see the body, and upon seeing the body, he wanted to touch his own body. As Taesin reached down, Han’s eyes widened again.

Taesin undid the buttons and zipper of his suit pants and revealed his organ. The erect organ, as if it would burst, sprung out like it was being released.

That thing, resembling a creature from a swamp, was dripping transparent saliva from its tip.

As the wet tip touched Han’s body, he panicked and pushed Taesin away as if having a seizure. However, his resistance only resulted in being pushed back further due to the recoil.

Soon, Han’s back hit the wall.

“No, please. Don’t… don’t do this.”

“Stay still. Before I really want to.”

Taesin turned Han, who was trapped between him and the wall, and pressed against his dry back. If someone were standing behind Taesin, they wouldn’t be able to see Han at all.

When he lowered his head, Han’s back and buttocks came into Taesin’s view. The sharp shoulder blades and the outline of the spine faintly visible under the damp hair, coupled with the small buttocks beneath the back, were not chubby compared to the body, but it couldn’t be called plump either.

Bending his knees and lowering his body, Taesin closely approached and inserted his erect organ between Han’s small buttock bones, which wouldn’t even fill one hand.

“Ugh…”

Han once again realized the harsh reality of being reduced to this man’s sexual tool. Mixed with the feeling of miserable defeat, wet sounds emanated from Han, who was trapped between Taesin and the wall.

However, Taesin didn’t care at all. Holding Han’s waist firmly with both hands, he slowly began moving his hips.

He repeatedly raised his waist, trapping Han’s body between his legs, and then slowly relaxed, moving up and down. The hot organ rose from Han’s buttock bones to his lower back, leaving behind a transparent and viscous liquid.

Taesin was like a puberty child discovering sex for the first time, covertly exploring Han’s body.

“Ah… Why like this?”

What is this? Why does it feel so good like this?

Taesin, a source of hundreds of billions of won in revenue for Han each year, was grateful for clients who filled his belly and fulfilled his bizarre desires with a longing for money, but at the same time, he found it hard to understand them.

Among the members frequenting this place, many were not in a comfortable financial situation. They would empty most of their monthly salary for a single night of pleasure.

Taesin knew that some of these people were not financially well-off. Yet, he had difficulty understanding their psychology.

Taesin’s arm wrapped around like a snake, and like a snake constricting its prey, it embraced Han’s upper body. His large palm touched Han’s belly and chest area.

By chance, Taesin’s fingertips touched a small protrusion, and Han’s body twitched as strength flowed into his buttocks.

Feeling a momentary tightening sensation, Taesin’s eyes sparkled as if he had learned something new, like a child with a new discovery. Once again, he placed Han’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinched.

“Ugh… Please, stop… Please…”

Han’s buttocks, twitching and causing a more dizzying sensation for Taesin, nevertheless soon proved insufficient for stimulation. Something more intense was needed.

Taking a momentary break, Taesin placed the tip of his organ under Han’s crotch.

“Heuh…! W-What are you doing now?”

Before Han could reach back, Taesin pressed his glans just beneath Han’s buttocks and between his legs, into the triangular area spread open by his groin.

A tingling sensation of pleasure surged. An intense pleasure, unprecedented in his life, crawled up the spine, stiffening Taesin’s back.

“Haah…”

“Uh…”

Han, with an expression of disbelief, looked down below. Something resembling a reddish snakehead was protruding unexpectedly between his legs.

The breath pouring into his ears felt hot enough to melt, and Han’s hand, gripping his upper body, swept through his chest and stomach while absentmindedly pinching his nipples.

The slow, rhythmic thrusting and pulling out of Taesin gradually intensified. Concentrating on the deeply engorged tip of his organ, Taesin shook his hips as if possessed by a frenzy.

Plop, plop—sounds of flesh colliding echoed. The buckle of the belt, swaying and jingling like a whip, struck Han’s thigh.

“Ugh, uuh, ugh…”

Being swept away by him, Han felt as if he were truly being penetrated. It was something he had never thought about as a man.

The edge protruding beneath the hard glans ruthlessly scraped Han’s perineum, scrotum, and entrance, leaving a cruel mark.

With each encounter, the shock and horror he repeatedly experienced when facing him brought warmth to Han’s tearful eyes. His hands gripping the wall were trembling faintly.

He couldn’t tell how much time had passed. Taesin, who had been swiftly moving his hips, groaned with his chin moistened.

“Uuh…”

The low moan falling from above was eerie and repulsive.

Soon, a hot liquid began to cling to Han’s thigh. The amount of pouring semen was so abundant that Han thought he was being urinated on.

He swayed between Han’s wet thighs, squeezing every last drop before slowly pulling out his organ.

After taking tissues from the vanity, wiping his wet organ, and adjusting his pants, Taesin returned as if nothing had happened.

On the other hand, Han, still holding onto the wall with both hands, was overturning Taesin’s semen on his lower body like a child urinating.

“Ugh… Huk…”

Finally, tears of shame burst out of him. It took a while for Han to move his trembling body.

He picked up the clothes scattered on the floor to cover himself. After putting on the upper garment, without even considering wiping his body, he put on the pants over the wet skin.

While dressing, Han could feel the man standing behind him watching him with a disgustingly intense gaze.

Transparent tears fell from under Han’s deeply lowered head. With such a posture, Taesin approached him.

What more does he intend to do? Overwhelmed with fear, Han took a deep breath.

Taesin pulled out his wallet from the jacket pocket and handed two one-million-won bills to Han. Han looked at the white papers sandwiched between his index and middle fingers with a bewildered expression.

Ah, I sold my body for money.

Seeing the check in the man’s hand, for the first time, Han realized it. However, he understood that this was not the moment to refuse and assert his dignity, but rather, it was a painful realization that the man had damaged not only his body but also his worth.

Like a small house that someone had trampled upon with dirty shoes, although it was a humble living, it was beautifully decorated. Han felt like he had become someone who sold himself for money.

Han, with hands still shaking from the realization, reached out. After dressing, he received the money politely with both hands, just like when he received a tip from Sunwoo Hee. Then, he bowed deeply to Taesin as if he were treating a guest who had left a generous tip.

“Really… Thank you.”

As Han looked at Taesin with such gratitude, the man’s face gradually distorted into a sinister expression.