Chapter 158

Clear fluid dripped from the urethra again. Dang Ran-yeong's index finger finely rubbed and poked the urethra several times. As a chilling pleasure surged, sparks flew before Cheong-ra's eyes. His buttocks tensed up tightly. His waist had been undulating for a while, desperate to go somehow.

Just a little more, a little more... Cheong-ra focused on the sensation between his legs, his gag soaked with saliva. However, just before climax, the twitching urethra was blocked by fingertips and stopped.

"Mmph, mmph! Mmmph!"

Finally, Cheong-ra shook his head from side to side and moaned pitifully. His body trembled, wanting to reach the peak. Staying at the pleasure just before climax, his mind was filled with lewd thoughts. He felt like he could do anything if he could just come once.

"Do you want to come?"

Dang Ran-yeong asked, rubbing the urethra that was pitifully leaking pre-fluid. Cheong-ra nodded desperately, but Dang Ran-yeong didn't allow him to come.

"But I can't change your clothes, so it would be troublesome if you come. If we stop the carriage and ask the coachman to take out clothes from the luggage, how strange would he find it?"

Normally, Cheong-ra would have agreed with Dang Ran-yeong's words. But now, he thought it didn't matter. Barely regaining his reason, Cheong-ra sobbed, exhaling ragged breaths, when Dang Ran-yeong suddenly shook his hand haphazardly.

Chak, chak, chak... Pleasure that felt like it was poking a sensitive spot in his head shot up sharply. Intoxicated with joy, Cheong-ra soaked Dang Ran-yeong's hand without even feeling embarrassed. Just a little, a little more... The rough and violent movement felt so good he thought he would go crazy.

But this time too, the hand stopped right before he could come.

His out-of-control body shook wildly. The way his limbs stiffened with tension made it clear that if he hadn't been tied up, he would have thrashed about. As Cheong-ra let out a short scream, Dang Ran-yeong kneaded his swollen testicles as he pleased and laughed. It felt like he found Cheong-ra, who was wriggling his body on the verge of going mad with the desire to come, cute.

"Like this... So, how is it? Feels so good you could die, right?"

"Huu, uh, mmph, eup, mmph!"

Dang Ran-yeong teased, tickling the reddened glans dripping with sweet juice with his fingertips. The body, tormented and trembling as if convulsing, undulated. Not only his face but even his neck flushed red. His reason hung by a thread, barely connected. If the gag hadn't been in, he would have begged and pleaded long ago.

Inside Dang Ran-yeong's hand, the glans was molded smoothly several times. Then, as his palm became soaked with pre-fluid, he bit Cheong-ra's ear painfully. Even that stimulated him, and Cheong-ra just viciously chewed on the gag. He wanted to escape, but at the same time, he wanted to cling and beg for more.

Dang Ran-yeong slowly shook the heated member in his hand and thrust his tongue into Cheong-ra's ear. As the squelching wet sound made him shudder and hunch his shoulders, Dang Ran-yeong then bit the nape of his neck. Instead of chewing, he scratched with the tip of his teeth and licked long with his tongue. Then, in a voice as cunning as a snake, he asked,

"Shall I let you come? You won't regret it?"

Cheong-ra, who had been panting, nodded. Please, please, just once... If he could come even once... He felt like he could endure even being beaten or fed poison. He was worried Dang Ran-yeong might refuse again, pretending to listen, but fortunately, he laughed.

"If lustful Beauty wants it so badly, I should let you come as you wish."

Dang Ran-yeong, saying this, rummaged through Cheong-ra's clothes and took out the soft cloth he always carried. Looking up with excited eyes to see what he would do with it, Dang Ran-yeong lightly bit Cheong-ra's cheek and placed the soft cloth on the wet tip of the glans.

He's putting the soft cloth so the clothes don't get dirty. Cheong-ra naively thought only that.

Soon, Dang Ran-yeong began to grasp and shake Cheong-ra's object. The sensation of pressing just right, not painful or weak, to feel good was terribly sweet. It felt like the area between his legs was completely melting and crumbling. His vision flew away in a white haze.

"Feels good?"

Dang Ran-yeong asked in a gentle voice to Cheong-ra, who was gasping for breath. Cheong-ra didn't even have the presence of mind to nod in agreement. Finally, his fully aroused body reached the peak in complete bliss.

The pleasure that poured out after enduring and holding back for so long was so intense that Cheong-ra rubbed his head against Dang Ran-yeong's chest, his head thrown back. His body twitched and jerked, and each time his buttocks tensed, the soft cloth became soaked with semen.

"Huu, uh..."

Then Cheong-ra's body collapsed limply. With his forehead resting on the firm thighs, he was immersed in the sweet afterglow. Indescribably comfortable, honey-sweet, and gentle waves rippled. He thought it would be perfect to fall asleep like this, but Dang Ran-yeong lifted Cheong-ra's limp body. Cheong-ra, who had been blankly lowering his gaze, suddenly became puzzled.

'Why is he making me take this posture...?'

Dang Ran-yeong sat Cheong-ra upright between his legs and tightly embraced his already bound body. He even pressed Cheong-ra's legs, which were already tied and unable to move, with his calves, fixing them in place. Fear and anxiety belatedly swept over him.

Finally, he dropped the soft cloth, soaked with semen, between Cheong-ra's legs, as if covering his member with a veil. Cheong-ra, feeling very uneasy, struggled and tried to look back at Dang Ran-yeong. Unable to speak, he looked at him with a pitiful gaze, asking why he was doing this. Then, grasping the end of the soft cloth, Dang Ran-yeong spoke in a joyful voice, his mouth close to Cheong-ra's ear,

"You haven't received all your punishment yet."

"...!"

Soon, Dang Ran-yeong pulled the edge of the soft cloth taut. The shape of the glans, still stiff from being soaked, was opaquely reflected on the soft cloth. Then, Dang Ran-yeong slowly pulled the soft cloth left and right a couple of times.

At that moment, an indescribable shudder ran through his entire body.

"Mmph, mmph!"

Cheong-ra screamed and reflexively twisted his body. No, he tried to twist, but he could only wriggle slightly as he was completely restrained. His heart pounded rapidly. Dang Ran-yeong, who had been nibbling Cheong-ra's neck with his lips and felt that pulsation, smiled softly.

"Ah, does it feel that good with just a little stimulation?"

Cheong-ra hurriedly shook his head from side to side. Although he had only been rubbed a couple of times with the soft cloth just now, he had a feeling this wasn't right. The feeling that he absolutely couldn't endure this... But Dang Ran-yeong lightly ignored Cheong-ra's expression of will.

"Since Beauty likes it so much, I should continue."

"Huu, uht, eup...!"

The soft cloth stretched and moved left and right again. The soft silk cloth that Cheong-ra had cherished, as Dang Ran-yeong had told him not to use cheap cotton and made it for him, became the most cruel tool at this very moment.

Dang Ran-yeong relentlessly rubbed the glans that had become sensitive after just ejaculating. When rubbed with just fingers, it would be unbearable, but when friction was applied with silk, his vision grew dizzyingly distant. As the owner suffered, gasping for breath, the more the silk soft cloth was rubbed, the stiffer the member became. It felt like hot sugar water was being poured from the glans.

Then, when the soaked soft cloth was pressed and poked as if to gouge the urethra with the tip of his index finger, Cheong-ra's body jerked. The sensation of the most sensitive inner flesh being rubbed against the silk was chilling. It was so hard to bear that his body trembled, but the stimulation didn't stop.

Cheong-ra struggled with all his might, but he was trapped in Dang Ran-yeong's arms, unable to move, and the torment continued. His vision alternated between flashing white and turning black.

"Wuu, uuuh! Eup, mmph!"

The sobbing moans turned into pitiful screams. Fortunately, there was no worry about the coachman outside the carriage hearing. Surprisingly, Dang Ran-yeong was someone who used a gag simply to block out noise. He continued to cruelly torment Cheong-ra and asked gleefully,

"You're going crazy. Hm? Does it feel that good?"

"Kkuu, hu, mmph, eut!"

Cheong-ra shook his head and cried desperately. At some point, his body had become soaked with cold sweat. His clothes and hair were disheveled, but he couldn't pay attention to that at all. He could only earnestly wish for Dang Ran-yeong to stop this cruel hand.

"No? But you're dripping like this, Beauty."

Dang Ran-yeong, who had stopped his hand for a moment, slightly lifted the soft cloth that was even more slickly soaked than before. He loosened the gag string slightly, and Cheong-ra barely managed to plead with his reddened, wet tongue,

"Ple-ease, huk, st-stop... I don't like this..."

"Not an honest answer."

The string tightened again, and the gag was put back in place.