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“No, don’t…!”
His words came out so garbled they sounded more like “na… ah,” but Haeyoung had to say something—anything.
The floor in front of him blurred in and out of focus.
He couldn’t tell if it was because of the tears that kept welling up and falling, or the sweat dripping onto the stark white floor.
Maybe it was both.
“Hyung, are you really saying we can’t? But it feels good, doesn’t it? Be honest. Out of all the Guidings you’ve had, this has to be the best, right? Our matching rate is high—of course it’s going to feel good.”
The voice was undoubtedly gentle, but to Haeyoung, it didn’t sound kind at all.
It felt more like the grim reaper gently telling him he was bound for heaven, not hell—right before calling his name for the third time.
Heaven or hell, death was death.
He shook his head furiously.
Strands of hair, slick with sweat and stuck to his skin, wavered in his vision.
Thwack…!
“Ugh—ahk!”
The sound was loud and violent, like a baseball bat slamming down.
Haeyoung gasped for breath, feeling like his entire throat had been pierced.
He wasn’t even sure if he was truly breathing.
Part of him wondered if maybe he couldn’t breathe at all.
But he wasn’t dead, so apparently, air was still getting in.
They had chosen this position supposedly to “be considerate” of Haeyoung, since it was his first time—but at this point, he seriously questioned if this counted as consideration.
“You’re thinking about something else. Right now.”
Haeyoung flinched at the low voice murmured right against his ear, along with the heavy weight pressing down on his back.
That voice still felt like the grim reaper’s to him.
But there was a bigger problem.
Every time his body jolted in response, he could feel the overwhelming presence inside him even more acutely.
And judging from the low groans tickling his ears, he wasn’t the only one feeling it.
“You’d better focus. I’m not going to go easy on you anymore.”
“When were you ever—ah, ahh! Too, too fast—! Wait! Hngh…! My, my stomach’s gonna… ah, aaah!”
“You’ll be fine. A human body doesn’t break that easily.”
Whether or not he really meant he wouldn’t go easy anymore, he gripped Haeyoung’s shoulders—who was desperately twisting to get away—and started thrusting faster and harder.
There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in his movements.
Whatever thoughts had been spinning in Haeyoung’s head were completely blown away by the overwhelming pleasure crashing through him.
It was the moment that vow—to make him focus—was realized.
Haeyoung couldn’t understand how things had ended up like this.
No matter how many times he thought about it, all he’d ever wanted was to live a quiet, happy, uneventful life.
That was it…!
TL: Sorry guys, the author didn’t give the Friend a name and only gave his pronouns. So it is quite confusing. If you want, we can give it a name.
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