Chapter 44

Gasping for breath, Cheong-ra lightly licked the end of the armrest touching his lips. Immediately, a sharp voice fell.

"Properly."

Completely subdued, Cheong-ra extended his tongue a bit more. Shedding tears from the intense suffering, he slowly licked the round end of the armrest with his tongue. The smell of lacquered wood filled his mouth. As he licked until the armrest was completely covered in saliva and glistening wet, Dang Ran-yeong said,

"Look at this, it's shaped exactly like a cock head."

Cheong-ra flinched at that. As Dang Ran-yeong said, licking it like this, the end of the chair's armrest did remind him of a certain body part. As soon as he realized this, the man who had subdued Cheong-ra ordered,

"Open your mouth."

When he hesitated for a moment, the rope around his neck tightened slightly. Recalling the fear and pain of being violently strangled earlier, Cheong-ra opened his mouth. Dang Ran-yeong's hand pushed the back of his head. Even without verbal orders, he could clearly understand what was being demanded.

The end of the armrest, shaped like a member, entered between his wet lips. Cheong-ra lightly held it with his lips, but the armrest soon pushed deeper, pressing down on his tongue. He felt ashamed, but he had to swallow the armrest into his mouth until Dang Ran-yeong was satisfied. Only when he had taken it in deep enough to slightly press against his throat did Dang Ran-yeong remove the hand pushing his head.

"Young Master Baek Ri, the sight of you with a cock in your mouth suits you so well."

As Dang Ran-yeong mocked him, he slipped his hand inside Cheong-ra's collar. Cheong-ra flinched and slightly turned his head away, but his hair was immediately grabbed again.

"Who told you to take your mouth off?"

As the armrest went in even deeper than before, he felt a slight urge to gag. Cheong-ra closed his eyes tightly and trembled, and the hand pressing his head was removed.

"Know that I'm going easy on you today because it's your first time."

This is going easy... Indescribable humiliation and shame welled up. Still dazed and confused from the aftereffects of being strangled, Cheong-ra couldn't do anything.

Yet his chest was filled with hot heat and his lower abdomen tingled unbearably.

Dang Ran-yeong's hand lifted Cheong-ra's immobilized clothes and crept inside. As his collar opened and cool air touched his skin, Cheong-ra flinched but managed not to pull his head back. Meanwhile, the other toyed with Cheong-ra's body as he pleased. His chest was fully exposed through the loosened collar.

"Your nipples are pink? Did you apply some medicine?"

"Heu, eu!"

Cheong-ra moaned as firm fingers rubbed his areola. He shuddered as someone else touched a part of him he had never paid attention to before. He endured it, not wanting his neck to be strangled again. The feeling was strange. No, actually, it had been like this for a while...

With each of the other's actions, a deep pleasure arose and enveloped his entire body in heat.

Dang Ran-yeong played with the nipples that had naturally hardened from the strangling, then moved his hand downward. Cheong-ra's body jerked. As he unhesitatingly delved between his legs, his knees instinctively curled up, but the other easily pushed his hand in.

"Ng, eup..."

Cheong-ra made an unclear sound with the armrest in his mouth. It was because the hard fingertips painfully scratched the mound just below his lower abdomen. Dang Ran-yeong paused for a moment, then chuckled.

"Ha...! You've removed your hair? Did you spread your legs in front of a mirror and shave yourself?"

Unable to say anything, Cheong-ra just squeezed his eyes shut. He hadn't removed his hair. It was just one of the effects of reciting the Moonlight on Snow, Mind and Heart Formula. He had been quite satisfied with it himself, thinking body hair would only look messy anyway, but having it exposed to the other like this was shameful.

Soon, Dang Ran-yeong's hand delved deeper. Just that alone made Cheong-ra's breath quicken. It was because this was the first time someone else had touched his thing. Moreover, he was now...

Dang Ran-yeong's fingers hooked onto the string tying Cheong-ra's member and pulled. As he traced the shape of the string, Cheong-ra's body trembled repeatedly. Soon, Dang Ran-yeong found the knot of the string and easily untied it. Cheong-ra startled at the sensation of the string slowly unwinding from around his member. Dang Ran-yeong waved the untied string in front of Cheong-ra's face.

"Look at this, it's soaking wet."

"Heu!"

As he said, the string inside his undergarment was thoroughly wet. Dang Ran-yeong deliberately dropped the string onto his face. Cheong-ra tightly closed his eyes, but helplessly, the string soaked with bodily fluids draped across his sharp nose bridge.

"How lewd. Do you wear this every day because you're always in heat?"

He wanted to deny it, but couldn't bring himself to. It was true that he had tied it to avoid showing signs of excitement when fighting others.

In this situation of being strangled by Dang Ran-yeong, subdued and forced to hold the chair's armrest in his mouth as if performing oral sex, Cheong-ra felt clear excitement. The coexistence of fear and elation, pain and pleasure was utterly confusing.

"Did you enjoy having your neck strangled? Or... do you like being forced?"

"Hau, eu!"

Dang Ran-yeong's hand delved between his legs again. With the string gone, the head of his fully erect thing pressed against the fabric. He trembled at the unfamiliar sensation, and when Dang Ran-yeong's hand grasped the shaft and shook it, a weak sound he had never made before escaped.

An intense pleasure he had never felt before welled up. His body kept curling up, and before he knew it, the armrest in his mouth had slipped out halfway. Watching this, Dang Ran-yeong leaned forward. Almost embracing Cheong-ra from behind, he asked. His breath on the nape of Cheong-ra's neck was hot.

"If you're not sure, shall I do both?"

At the same time, the armrest was shoved deep into his mouth. As Cheong-ra opened his eyes wide in surprise, his neck was strangled again.

"Keu, keuk! Euu!"

As he strangled him hard while pressing his head down with his elbow, the armrest pushed deep into his mouth. Cheong-ra, who had just been regaining his composure, jerked his body. Saliva dripped from his forcibly opened mouth.

"You should open your mouth properly and bite down. Did I ask you to do something difficult?"

The owner of the merciless voice pushed the armrest until it touched his uvula. At the same time, he grasped the erect thing and shook it quickly. With this movement, the string that had been precariously balanced on the bridge of his nose slid down and fell.

As his vision gradually blurred and his head became hazy, an unfamiliar pleasure flowed from between his legs. His body, which had been writhing in pain, now went limp, immersed in pleasure. As his consciousness gradually faded, Cheong-ra thought he might really die.

But on the other hand, this pleasure was terribly sweet and good. The forceful, oppressive touch and weight were terribly sweet. The cruelty of completely dominating him and leading him to the brink of death, and the strong body overwhelming him.

Just as he was about to completely lose consciousness, Dang Ran-yeong spoke in a soft voice.

"Good. I thought you'd pass out right away, but you're enduring better than I expected..."

As he said this, caressing his chin as if in praise, Cheong-ra's vision suddenly went white. A faint wheezing sound escaped from his throat, pressed by the armrest. As uncontrollable stimulation flooded him, his thighs cramped painfully and curled up. A long mental pleasure spread over the physical climax.

Ah, as expected... only this person can...!

With this realization, Cheong-ra's body convulsed violently. The area between his legs became wet. Just before he passed out from lack of breath, the rope strangling his neck was loosened. Cheong-ra collapsed to the floor, unable to even recognize this. Before his head could hit the ground, Dang Ran-yeong's hand supported his neck.

Whether due to the afterglow of climax or having been on the brink of death, his body twitched repeatedly. Even while thinking he must look utterly disgraceful, Cheong-ra couldn't move a single finger. His body felt paralyzed, and he could only gasp for breath heavily and barely look up at Dang Ran-yeong.

Even though the other was just firmly supporting his neck as he fell, it felt surprisingly stable.

He recalled how Dang Ran-yeong had beaten him at the mansion last time. And how he had left him there after he lost consciousness. Would he leave him like that this time too? As he was thinking this and trying to glare at the other with his eyes slowly closing,

Dang Ran-yeong lifted Cheong-ra, who was sprawled on the floor, into his arms. Surprised by this, Cheong-ra gasped, but what actually came out was a wheezing breath due to his swollen throat.

He sat Cheong-ra in the chair and gently caressed his neck with his fingers. Then his thumb delved between the lips that were exhaling wheezing breaths. He felt the gaze looking into his mouth, which had been holding the hard wooden armrest. Gradually, his body tilted to the side and his eyelids flickered closed.

At least this time, it seems he doesn't intend to leave me here... Thinking this, Cheong-ra finally lost consciousness.