My Bloody Valentine - 7

| Episode 7

“Open your mouth.”

The command echoed from above.

Fear trembled through Han’s entire body. He realized that he had no choice in any of these actions, that everything would happen solely at the will of the man gripping his throat.

It was despair. Despite being physically weak and small, Han was still a man. He had never dreamed of being in a situation where he would have another man’s genitals in his mouth, making him nothing more than an ordinary man.

With a last glimmer of hope in his desperate eyes, Han looked up at Taesin. His eyes seemed to ask if he really had to do such a thing. Han’s eyes trembled pitifully.

However, Han soon quietly resigned. The man’s face looking down on him seemed accustomed to dominating others, appearing utterly natural. And there was no sign of any mercy.

With a sense of surrender, Han’s wet eyelashes, trembling as they fell, were caught between Taesin’s long fingers, which delved into his hair. Firmly gripping the strands, Taesin forcefully pulled Han’s head, crushing the hair to distort it and press it against his hardened organ.

“Haah!”

The thick, firm glans of the long and sturdy member touched the edge of Han’s open mouth. The partially open lips were forced wider as the hot flesh pushed inside.

“Ugh…”

“Open wider.”

Even with only the glans inside, the oral cavity was already in a state of saturation. However, as if the earlier display wasn’t a complete erection, the member that touched the hot mucosa inside Han’s wet mouth pulsated and throbbed like a living creature, increasing in size.

In astonishment, Han, trying to pull his head back, widened his eyes. His attempt to push Taesin away by pushing his thighs was blocked by the hand gripping his hair. Tears welled up in his eyes, which had already enlarged in shock.

“Ugh… Uwah…”

Even though only the glans had entered, the sound of Han’s breath carried a sense of agony.

On the other hand, Taesin had an expression so indifferent that onlookers might have thought he was reading a book. Only the prominently swollen member served as evidence of his arousal.

While the glans were in Han’s mouth, Taesin, unsure of what to do, pushed his waist forward. The rock-hard glans scratched the tongue, pierced the uvula, and forcibly opened the throat. Han’s eyes swelled for a moment.

“Uggh…”

Feeling the pulsating member touching the area near the uvula, Taesin pushed his waist forward again. The glans, having entered forcibly and scratched the delicate mucosa, withdrew. Han’s jaw trembled, his pupils dilated, and tears flowed again.

This seemed more like an act of violence to assert who was in control rather than a sexual act.

“Ugh… Kuk…”

Blood and saliva flowed from Han’s torn lips, mixing into a transparent pinkish liquid that dripped from his chin to the floor. Convulsing like a straining diaphragm, a groan rose from his throat.

“Endure.”

Giving instructions with a stern tone, Taesin momentarily stopped his movements. Even the brief pause seemed to annoy him, evident in the irritation in his eyes.

As Han’s breathing appeared to calm down somewhat, Taesin started moving again.

“Ugh, Uk, Ugg…”

With the deep intrusion, Han’s fingernails scratched Taesin’s shirt vigorously. Ignoring this, Taesin continued to thrust into the throat like grinding meat with a bat. If bruises could form inside the throat, there would be visible bruises by now.

It was unclear how much time had passed. Han was in a state where he could faint at any moment without it seeming abnormal. His wide-open jaw felt numb and the pressure on his entire head increased, as if his eyeballs were about to burst.

Then, at that moment, Taesin’s composed breath faltered slightly, and his member in Han’s mouth swelled once more.

As Han tried to escape, Taesin’s hand firmly grabbed the back of Han’s head. Helpless, with his head pressed against Taesin’s groin, Han’s breath was cut off, and his vision whitened.

“Ugh…”

With a languid voice, something burst from Han’s throat. A viscous, bitter liquid gushed endlessly from the glans lodged in the middle of the esophagus. Semen clung to the scraped and torn delicate mucosa.

Only after spitting out every last drop did Taesin slowly withdraw his genitals.

The member, now a mess of semen and saliva, was long enough to take quite some time to pull out. Han’s lips on either side were torn to the extent that they resembled split threads. And it still maintained a stiff state, showing no signs of deflation.

Han, with intense coughing that seemed to vomit something from his throat, groaned in agony.

“Cough… Ugh… Kuk…”

Taesin, having finished the act by brushing his disheveled hair, released his grip on Han’s hair as if clearing away debris.

Han collapsed to the floor as if trying to expel something caught in his throat. His constantly coughing body, trembling as if convulsing, was pitiful, as if it had experienced a severe trial.

At that moment, the door to the room opened again. Taesin, still adjusting his wet genitals, looked at Jina with indifferent eyes as she appeared through the open door.

With an astonished expression, Jina’s eyes alternated between Taesin, who was sitting on the sofa with his pants undone, and Han, who lay sprawled on the floor, utterly defeated. She quickly closed the door behind her without needing to see more.

Jina’s gaze swept over Han lying on the floor, struggling with intense coughing. His face, swollen and perhaps bruised, was a gruesome sight. Torn and burst lips, blood vessels visible in his strained eyes… it was a horrifying spectacle.

“Phew…”

With a short sigh, Jina clicked her tongue and licked her lips.

“Jang Taesin. What if you turn this innocent kid, who hasn’t even had a drink yet, into such a mess?”

With just the mention of Jang Taesin’s name in Jina’s voice, Han’s body shivered significantly more than when Taesin forced his genitals into his mouth.

Jang Taesin.

As if he couldn’t believe what he had heard with his own ears, the large pupils that had trembled greatly when he had the man’s genitals in his mouth now widened even more before soon losing their light. It was as if Han was trying to escape from the painful reality, losing consciousness and collapsing completely to the floor.

Approaching Han, who had fallen to the ground, Jina gently lay him down. She tore off a piece of tissue from the table and used it to wipe away the semen that had stained his lips. Her touch was almost tender.

“It’s tough from the first day. Such an innocent kid.”

The humid and oppressive air that had filled the space slowly dissipated. With it, a moment of silence settled in.

Looking at Han’s face, which couldn’t be completely cleaned even with a tissue, Jina took out another tissue and continued to wipe. She seemed to be choosing her words for a moment.

“But, Taesin, could you… do that?”

Gazing at Han’s reddened cheek, Jina asked casually. Taesin, looking down at his disheveled trousers, answered nonchalantly.

“Yeah.”

Taesin was asexual, devoid of any sexual desire. Although he woke up with an intimidating erection every morning, it seemed to be more of a hassle than pleasure.

There were countless women who wanted to be with him, given his objectively handsome appearance and the wealth that practically owned the entire hotel. However, no one managed to make Taesin interested.

Rumors spread that he might be asexual, and then handsome men began sneaking into his room. However, they too came out one by one, worse for wear.

This was the first time Jina witnessed Taesin expressing desire for something. That alone gave this encounter with the boy a significance beyond comprehension.

Jina chose not to ask further and silently observed Taesin.

Taesin, who maintained a short two-block haircut on the sides, had a scratch extending from just above one ear to the middle of his head. It was one of his trademarks. The black shadow under his eyes, which added to his charm, was also symbolic.

People thought the scratch on his head was part of his styling, like a tattoo or piercing, and the dark shadows under his eyes were thought to be the aftermath of habitual drug use. However, what Jina knew differed from the public perception.

“It seems the darkness under your eyes has deepened. Decadence can be sexy. Is your headache okay?”

Instead of answering, Taesin nonchalantly shrugged. Judging by the fact that he didn’t say it was okay, it seemed painful.

Taesin suffered from chronic headaches and severe tinnitus, traits likely born out of his eccentric temperament.

Despite his appearance, tightly packed with muscles like a solid lump, his body looked thin due to the sensitivity typical of someone with chronic illnesses. Even with such a robust physique, he never seemed to gain weight.

On rainy days, his headaches worsened significantly. Such days were tacitly considered times when people would die off.

In addition, according to gossipy rumors from loquacious frequenters, he was asexual. No, that’s what they thought until a little while ago.

“What should we do with him?”

“….”

Pointing to Han, who had completely lost consciousness and collapsed, Jina asked quietly. Taesin’s gaze fell below.

The large pupils, which had looked at him with shock just before losing consciousness, strangely scratched at Taesin’s feelings like an unexpected emotion.

“Ugh…”

As if suddenly struck, Taesin pressed the hard part under his palm against Han’s neck while emitting a low groan, countering the ringing in his ears like scraping metal.

Seeing this, Jina poured a glass of water from the water jug on the table and handed it to Taesin. In Taesin’s pocket, there was always a supply of headache medicine. After taking out a pill and swallowing it, Taesin looked down again at the man lying crumpled at his feet.

Although this was clearly a face he was seeing for the first time… what was it? The eyes, filled with complex emotions.

“Do as you like.”

His head throbbed with pain. Handing over the decision to Jina, Taesin stood up again.