Chapter 114

The thick, enormous member persistently probed his lower abdomen. It thrust in with squelching sounds, crushing organs he normally barely noticed. A sensation different from the urge to urinate spread, and Cheong-ra gasped, "Huk," as he felt something leaking from below.

"Ah! ...Aah, ah!"

It was a familiar sensation that Cheong-ra had experienced before in the underground prison and the ship's cabin. The muscles of his legs, which had been obediently kneeling on the ground, contracted. As the already tight inner walls squeezed the large member even more, Dang Ran-yeong's face contorted.

The hand that had been gripping his waist moved to grasp his nape, pressing it to the ground. With just a little pressure from his fingers, Cheong-ra's neck was lightly choked. As his head became dizzy from lack of blood flow, his fragmented reason now completely scattered.

Then the sensitive spot was probed again. As it was repeatedly crushed, kneaded, and rubbed, a red heat spread across his nearly naked body, covered only by a scrap of clothing. An extreme pleasure he had never experienced before completely overwhelmed Cheong-ra.

"Hua, ak! Aah, aaah!"

This pleasure was too sweet for a body that rarely even indulged in self-pleasure, considering it shameful even when alone.

Cheong-ra panted and scratched at the ground frantically, then wiggled his feet that had been neatly placed. He tried hard to stay still, making choked sounds of "Uuk, uk" in his throat. However, unexpectedly, the pleasure was even harder to endure than the pain.

"Hu, hua, D-Dang Ran-yeong, just a moment, just a moment..."

The moment he called out the other's name, pleading, a series of thrusts followed that hit his insides with a thudding sound. The whites of Dang Ran-yeong's eyes, as he pinned down the writhing body, were bloodshot. His expression, boiling with pleasure and lust, was threatening. The man, grinning so widely his teeth showed, violated Cheong-ra mercilessly.

"Aah, ak, aak!"

Puk, peuk, puk! Each long penetration was so deep it almost made him retch. Surprisingly, this was without even full insertion. There was still room left in the member moving between his buttocks. Cheong-ra shook his head, soaked with tears, and arched his back. His thighs, which kept curling inward, were convulsing.

"Huuk, hu... eut, keuk, eut."

Strained moans also escaped from Dang Ran-yeong's throat. Every part in contact with the other was burning up with scorching heat. After painfully biting his shoulder once more, Dang Ran-yeong flipped Cheong-ra onto his back.

"...Hu, heuk!"

As the large member rotated, turning his insides with it, Cheong-ra twisted his body. Dang Ran-yeong pulled the struggling legs to his sides, clenched them tightly, and leaned down. Then he sucked in and bit the lips and tongue that were dripping with saliva, kissing lewdly.

"Haa, open your eyes. ...Now."

Even as he demanded this, he thrust so roughly that Cheong-ra's body was pushed back, and Cheong-ra could barely follow the other's order. Soon, his eyes, wet with tears, opened wide.

"Heuk, heuk, uk, eut, eut!"

It was because every time Dang Ran-yeong thrust in with a "puk, puk" sound, a bulge appeared and disappeared on his lower abdomen. Cheong-ra, who had thought it was unbearably deep already, was greatly shocked to see this sight.

"Ah, no, no! Uuk, uk!"

Fearing that his stomach might be pierced, Cheong-ra flailed and reached out his hands. However, he couldn't bring himself to push Dang Ran-yeong away and only covered his own stomach. Seeing this pitiful sight, a spark flashed in Dang Ran-yeong's eyes as he smiled.

"Aah, you, huu, like it, like that?"

Dang Ran-yeong pressed his hand on top of Cheong-ra's. Cheong-ra's body jerked up. He tried to pull his hand away belatedly, but couldn't. The volume of the member was clearly felt even through his palm. Dang Ran-yeong firmly pressed down on his lower abdomen.

It felt as if he was being penetrated from the crown of his head to his perineum. A massive shudder shook his body. A desperate scream followed. No, it was more like a moan or a howl drenched in pleasure, like that of a beast. Almost simultaneously, his lower abdomen and insides became wet with lewd semen.

Collapsing consciousness, a sensation never experienced before, an intense humiliation felt for the first time, and a terrible stimulation that made him forget even his sense of self...

Yet, contrary to his eyes brimming with tears, the corners of his mouth trembled, forming a faint curve.

***

A strange noise woke his deeply sleeping mind. Cheong-ra, whose entire body was limp like a wet cloth, tried hard to ignore it and continue sleeping. He was in a terribly tired and exhausted state. However, the trained senses of a martial artist inevitably woke him up again.

"Ah, aah..."

The first thing he recognized was the weak, sweet moaning sound coming from his own throat. Cheong-ra, suddenly coming to his senses, forcibly lifted his eyelids. With embarrassing "jjek, jjeok, jjek" sounds, his body was continuously shaking up and down.

"Heu, euueue..."

Immediately, a long climax hit him, causing his body to tremble and shake. His body, laid on the bed, twitched and jerked repeatedly. Between his swollen entrance, a member with bulging veins was moving in and out. Cheong-ra, experiencing an intense climax right after waking up, let out a sobbing moan from his throat.

"St-stop, really, now..."

A roughly scratched voice barely escaped his lips. The bedroom, with flickering lamps, was dark. Outside the half-open window was a full moon, but this wasn't the first night he had spent in this bedroom. If Cheong-ra's memory was correct, it was the third night.

In the violent and rough violation in the garden, Cheong-ra had completely given himself over. He had submitted and surrendered, allowing the strong and ruthless man named Dang Ran-yeong to ravage his body at will.

However, even that didn't last long. It was because the lovemaking continued until dawn broke and the morning sun rose, lasting more than one night. Even when he lost consciousness from exhaustion and woke up to the sensation of cool water flowing, Dang Ran-yeong was still violating Cheong-ra's body.

Except for occasionally allowing brief sleep and simple meals, it was intercourse that continued for three days and nights. Cheong-ra firmly believed that if he hadn't been a martial artist, he would have died.

When the intense stimulation simply wouldn't stop, Cheong-ra inevitably resisted the other on the next day. He tried to escape, begged, and even bit... but in the end, all that was allowed to Cheong-ra was complete submission to the other.

"Thinking of something else?"

Cheong-ra flinched at Dang Ran-yeong's words, who had been silently focusing on exploring Cheong-ra's body. Before he could shake his head in denial, the large member began to stir inside him.

His gaping mouth couldn't even properly moan. He could only gasp for breath as pleasure rose from his swollen inner walls, softened by frequent friction, being crushed again. From the tip of Cheong-ra's barely erect member, only wet heat spread, with nothing more leaking out.

"Hik, huuk, heuk...! Please, no more...!"

Pleas flowed out incoherently, saying he couldn't take any more, asking to stop. His fingernails were completely smooth from how much he had scratched at the floor.

Just before his barely regained consciousness faded away again, Dang Ran-yeong showed mercy. As the member pulled out from the lower entrance that had been tightly clenching everything inside, the semen that had been poured in for three days leaked out. The reddened, swollen entrance gaped and closed.

Was he really going to let him rest now? The completely exhausted Cheong-ra went limp on the bed. He didn't care anymore what the other did to him, whether he killed him or ate him. His body was tired and he lacked sleep. It was natural, since he couldn't sleep properly during the intercourse.

It was natural, but why was that Dang Ran-yeong fellow still so fine...

"It seems your body is loosening up a bit now."

Cheong-ra was terrified when Dang Ran-yeong, who had been looking at him with satisfaction, spoke. He wanted to say that he would rather die than do any more here, but he was too out of breath to speak properly. Dang Ran-yeong wrapped his thick forearm around Cheong-ra's thigh, lifting him up and carrying him over his shoulder.

Half resigned, he was carried to the bathroom. Since they had done it to the point of boredom in the garden and bedroom, was it going to be here this time?