Red Dot - 130

Chapter 130

“Ah! Ah…! Hng, uh, ah-!”

What had come before seemed like child’s play compared to the merciless thrusts that continued now.

Hanseo’s upper thigh slapped against Junseong’s reddened buttocks like a rough palm, and the small opening was relentlessly abused.

The inner walls, rubbed fast and intensely, grew hotter and itchier as if on fire. The thick c0ck intruding like a scraper mercilessly poked at the prostate, spreading a cruel pleasure, and not stopping there, it pounded the deep walls, mixing sharp, dull pain with the sensation of waking up his mind.

His vision flickered and shook countless times. He didn’t know how many times he had incoherently uttered words like “please,” or “stop.”

The pleasure, far greater than during their previous sexual encounter, was enough to thoroughly mess up Junseong’s mind.

Fearing he might go insane if this continued, Junseong managed to raise his hand to grab Hanseo’s arm. His dry hand, lacking even the strength to grip the rock-hard arm firmly, kept slipping. Each time, his barely raised nails left long marks on Hanseo’s arm.

Hanseo smiled widely, seeing the red marks etched into his arm. Making marks of excitement on his white skin was good enough, but having them made directly like this was even more delightful.

“Ha… good… too good, Kang Junseong…”

I should have given him a knife.

Then, the marks would have been indelible.

With such abnormal thoughts, Hanseo kissed Junseong’s crying face. He licked up the clear tears streaming down and gently bit into his heated cheek. Kissing the trembling cheek and then licking along the well-defined jawline, the moans turned into sobs.

Moving his lips lower, they touched the bobbing Adam’s apple. Thinking that this small fruit-like thing contained Junseong’s voice and breath made him want to bite into it immediately.

With the Adam’s apple in his mouth, Hanseo increased the intensity of his thrusts. He didn’t understand why the Adam’s apple, touching his lips with each moan, was so stimulating.

Stimulated in such a strange way, Hanseo’s c0ck swelled even larger, adding force to his thrusts. Because of this, Junseong’s waist bucked wildly, and the movements of the Adam’s apple grew even more pronounced.

“Ah-! Ha, ah…!”

Junseong’s inner walls tightened with each moan. Strong force went into his spread legs, and his buttocks became quite firm.

Just as he seemed on the brink of climax, Junseong, unable to hold back even for a moment, opened his eyes wide and let out a high-pitched sound.

“Hng, ah-!”

Junseong’s erect c0ck shot out long strands of milky fluid. The ejaculation was so strong it reached his chest, spurting out like a trigger being pulled with each thrust from Hanseo’s c0ck.

Feeling the climax, Junseong’s hand clung to Hanseo’s arm with nails dug in. With the aftershocks making his whole body twitch, the nails in Hanseo’s arm pressed harder, and in response, Hanseo bit down on Junseong’s Adam’s apple. Even this felt like added pleasure to Junseong in the aftermath of his climax, causing him to release more fluid.

“Uh…, hng…”

As the pleasure subsided, strength drained from Junseong’s body. His tensed muscles relaxed, and his arched back touched the cold floor.

Even then, Hanseo, who had been fiercely tormenting Junseong’s insides, belatedly realized something was off. He took his lips off the Adam’s apple he wanted to chew and looked down at the face, now with tightly shut, moist eyes. A faint moan escaped from between the lips, but it was more like unconscious groaning.

Hanseo’s brows furrowed.

Was it a faint, or had he just passed out?

Junseong had completely collapsed before he could even fully experience the aftermath of his climax. His inner walls still twitched as if begging for more, and his opening quivered, but the master himself had lost consciousness, diminishing the auditory stimulation.

“Hmm…”

With a displeased look, Hanseo lifted Junseong into his arms. The rock-hard c0ck still inside him pressed against the inner walls from a different angle. Because of this, a small moan escaped Junseong’s lips, but he didn’t open his eyes.

Hanseo wrapped one arm around Junseong’s back and supported his buttocks with the other. Feeling how light he was, Hanseo thought that next time, holding him like this while thrusting might not be a bad idea.

Sitting in the bathtub with Junseong in his arms, Hanseo kissed the small head resting on his shoulder, now breathing softly. He poured warm water from the bathtub onto Junseong’s cooling white back, looking regretful.

However, the c0ck still connected to Junseong wasn’t quiet.

With Junseong seated on him, the c0ck went even deeper due to the weight, resuming its activity. Though slower than before, the relentless penetrating force was still significant.

“Mmm…, uh…”

A small moan escaped from Junseong’s lips as he breathed evenly. Compared to his earlier screams, this was disappointing, but Hanseo still breathed heavily as if he enjoyed it.

Afterwards, Hanseo was finally able to release inside Junseong before setting him free.

After spending quite some time in the bathroom, Hanseo meticulously cleaned Junseong and even dressed him in a robe. In fact, he had thought about leaving him naked, but for now, he couldn’t hold him and go to bed.

He laid the neatly-robed Junseong down in the small bedroom of the suite. They had used this room on their previous visit too; he preferred this one, where they could sleep closely, over the other room with a larger bed.

Looking down with a smile at Junseong, who was unaware of the world, Hanseo’s gaze fell on the Adam’s apple. The round bite mark was clearly visible on the now pale skin from the cooled body temperature.

Thinking about how Junseong would frown and glare at the mirror upon waking made Hanseo feel good. It would be even better if he didn’t just glare but also gave him a good slap.

Hanseo raised his hand to touch his own cheek. The smooth cheek, without even the feel of tightness, was not to his liking. He should have provoked Junseong to hit him harder back then.

He looked down at his own arms. The scratch marks from Junseong were there, but since it wasn’t deep enough to peel the skin, they would likely disappear in a few hours, which was disappointing. There wasn’t even much pain, just the sensation of having been scratched.

He felt a strange desire rising within him.

He wanted Junseong to leave something indelible on him. Something more intense than these fleeting marks.

‘Maybe next time I should really give him a knife.’

Hanseo seriously contemplated this thought, which Junseong would have called him crazy for at least ten times if he knew.

After tucking a cozy blanket up to Junseong’s neck, Hanseo turned away.

Leaving the sleeping Junseong behind, Hanseo picked up his usual shirt and pants instead of a robe. The spare robe provided was already ruined with bl00d from a previous visit, so there was no point in wearing it, but he had another reason for choosing his shirt and pants.

After dressing, Hanseo didn’t leave immediately but went towards where Junseong’s clothes were discarded. He took Junseong’s phone from the bl00d-stained coat and pocketed it in his jacket as if it were his own.

Then, he grabbed the empty glass ashtray from the living room table and headed straight to the suite’s entrance. He took the spare card key, went outside, and even checked to make sure the door was locked properly, just in case.

Hanseo looked around the other rooms, excluding the suite where Junseong was asleep. These were all rooms he had checked during a previous visit, and the only occupants inside were corpses with red eyes. Since there were no moving bodies, he didn’t need to worry about Junseong’s safety.

Before getting into the elevator, he didn’t forget to thoroughly lock the emergency stairwell door that led from the lower floors to this one.

Now, the only way to reach the room where Junseong was would be by elevator.

With a cold face, Do Hanseo entered the elevator and pressed the button for floor F. The elevator moved slowly to the top floor, and when it reached the F floor he wanted, the doors opened. The flickering lights, as if the batteries were nearly dead, were quite annoying.

There were a few bloodstains left in the corridor. When he had previously cleaned up the motel, he had killed the zombies in the hallway, causing bl00d to splatter, and now those stains had turned black.

The zombies he had killed and left behind must have been cleared away by someone else in the group. The dry traces of dragged bodies were all gathered in one room.

Hanseo placed the glass ashtray he brought between the elevator doors. After he got out, the doors would close but hit the ashtray, opening back up repeatedly.

Having forcibly stopped the elevator, Hanseo walked down the eerie corridor, something one might see in a horror game or thriller movie, without hesitation.

Room 401.

Room 402.

Room 403.

Passing the first three rooms at the entrance of the corridor, he arrived at the fourth door.

Room 404.

After confirming the number, Hanseo raised his hand.

Knock, knock-

Leaving behind a rhythmic knock, he felt movement from inside. Knowing that only members of their group in this motel would have the intelligence to respond to a knock, the person inside opened the door willingly.

Click, the door opened, and the person who showed his face looked puzzled.

“Huh? What’s the matter… Gah!”

Before he could finish his sentence, the person was grabbed by the throat by Hanseo.

“I don’t care about the others. They’re not my concern.”

Hanseo’s lips curled into a sneer, and his cold eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

“But betraying Kang Junseong, that’s crossing the line, Hwang Gyeong-oh.”

Caught suddenly by the throat by Hanseo, Hwang Gyeong-oh made choking sounds and his eyes widened in pain.