Every single time Seo Yuan’s arms flailed wildly as he attempted to pull his body back to escape the pressure, Yoon Seoho dragged his hips right back forward with a vice-like grip.
Clear fluid splattered wildly from the completely flush junction of their bodies.
The heavy, wet sound of flesh hitting flesh rattled continuously without pause.
“Hic, stop, no more, ngh, ah……!”
Plunging his mouth down to instantly swallow the very lips that were begging for mercy, Yoon Seoho continued to slam his lower body forward with brutal force.
The inside of Seo Yuan’s mouth tasted impossibly sweet, as if it had been thoroughly steeped in pure sugar.
A sweetness so intense it left his tongue aching spilled straight down his throat.
His eyes flashing with an unholy excitement, Yoon Seoho ravenously devoured the youth’s mouth.
“Mph, nnh, ugh!”
A continuous stream of clear fluid was still leaking heavily from Seo Yuan’s member.
Having spilled a messy trail of semen earlier, he was now spraying a thin, clear discharge all over the place.
Yoon Seoho’s rigid, defined abs were thoroughly smeared with the youth’s fluids.
‘Thud, thud!’
Having maintained a relentless barrage of short, heavy thrusts, Yoon Seoho finally clenched his teeth as he reached his own absolute limit.
Simultaneously slamming his weight forward to lock himself hard against the sensitive point Seo Yuan had registered earlier, he began to release his seed.
A torrent of thick fluid spilled violently into the deep recesses of Seo Yuan’s cavity, filling the space to the absolute brim.
“Ngh-uuuugh!”
Seo Yuan’s eyes rolled back half-way into his head as his limbs thrashed weakly.
Locked completely in place, he had no choice but to take the entirety of the hot fluid Yoon Seoho was pumping inside him.
His inner walls spasmed continuously, greedily gulping down the surging waves of semen.
Having taken in every drop it could hold, the opening soon began to quiver, weakly spilling the excess fluid back out.
The lower abdomen had already bloated into a slight, rounded mound from the sheer volume trapped inside.
Cupping his large hand over the distinct, rounded swell of the boy’s belly, Yoon Seoho applied a deliberate, firm pressure downward.
“Hngh!”
Forced back to reality by the sudden sensation, Seo Yuan’s eyes snapped wide open.
He gasped frantically for air as a fresh wave of tears spilled over his cheeks from the inexplicable discomfort.
Releasing his lips, Yoon Seoho stared down at the trembling youth.
“It hurts, it hurts, Hyung, hic…….”
Watching him sob and weep at the top of his lungs like a helpless child filled his chest with a brand of euphoria that was absolutely unparalleled.
A sudden, massive wave of satisfaction battered his brain.
After watching Seo Yuan thrash weakly under his gaze for a long moment, Yoon Seoho slowly withdrew his hand.
The moment the crushing weight left his stomach, Seo Yuan burst into a series of ragged, frantic pants.
“Haa, haahh…….”
The sight of him panting heavily with his pink tongue lolling slightly past his lips was nothing short of adorable.
Well, he suppose he could leave it at this for today.
Driving his hips forward for a couple of light, lingering thrusts, Yoon Seoho finally pulled his body back. His length slowly slid entirely out of the tight opening.
The vacant, stretched entrance remained parted, listlessly spitting out thick white sheets of semen.
Because he had spilled an immense volume of fluid deep within the stomach, the amount draining out was substantial.
After pulsing open for a long moment, the ring of flesh slowly began to contract, closing up in a clumsy, loose seal.
Verifying the weak, twitching state of the opening, Yoon Seoho reached down and scooped Seo Yuan’s limp, dead-weight body entirely into his arms.
“Our Yuan did such a beautiful job, so Hyung will wash you up again.”
Speaking in a soft murmur, Yoon Seoho proceeded to clean Seo Yuan’s body with hands that were remarkably gentle compared to his previous violence.
Lowering him into the warm water of the bathtub, he worked up a soft lather and rubbed it smoothly over his frame.
Though his fingers deliberately and thoroughly wiped away the residue around the bruised, messy entrance, he didn’t attempt to push further.
Finishing the cleanup in short order, Yoon Seoho wrapped the youth’s completely drained body in a large towel and stepped out of the bathroom.
The moment the slightly cool air of the suite made Seo Yuan shiver, Yoon Seoho reached out and instantly bumped up the indoor thermostat.
“Are you cold?”
“N-No.”
“I raised the temperature, so just bear with it for a second.”
“Okay…….”
Yoon Seoho found the boy’s docile, compliant answer deeply satisfying.
He pressed his lips firmly against the damp skin of the youth’s forehead.
Leaving a soft, echoing kiss, he carried him straight into the secondary room attached to the bathroom and settled him gently onto a chair.
Pulling out a hair dryer, he adjusted it to a comfortable warmth and began to lightly run his fingers through the fine strands.
The smooth, silk-like texture of the jet-black hair slipped effortlessly through his thick fingers.
Once the hair was completely dry, Yoon Seoho wrapped his arms around Seo Yuan’s torso from behind, supporting him as his exhausted body began to tilt sideways.
“Are you tired?”
Receiving a weak, miniscule nod from the youth, he guided him straight into the walk-in closet.
Yoon Seoho dressed Seo Yuan in the clothes he had prepared in advance.
The garments, tailored explicitly to the boy’s exact physical dimensions, fit his frame with absolute perfection.
Nodding his head with a thoroughly pleased expression, Yoon Seoho supported the stumbling youth and stood him directly in front of the full-length mirror.
“How is it? Do you like it?”
The attire Yoon Seoho had selected was oddly far removed from anything a normal person would wear in daily life.
Crafted entirely from pristine white fabric from top to bottom, the striking, intricate sigils of the cult were meticulously embroidered across the cloth in shimmering gold thread.
“This is the clothing you’ll be wearing very frequently from now on.”
“……Clothing I’ll wear frequently?”
“Yeah. Because you’re our Cult Leader, Yuan. I’m just the Vice Cult Leader.”
“Cult Leader?”
Catching the reflection of Seo Yuan’s startled face in the mirror, Yoon Seoho replied with a perfectly nonchalant expression.
“Yeah. Cult Leader. Don’t worry, it’s nothing strange. It’s a completely legal, officially registered religion.”
Yoon Seoho softly coaxed the youth, whose eyes were still wide with shock.
Reaching out, his fingers gently caressed the rounded edges of his wide eyes as he whispered against his ear.
“Your power is capable of saving people’s lives, Yuan. The religion is merely a tool to facilitate that. Operating through conventional means poses too many legal and bureaucratic restrictions, which is the singular reason I established this order. So there’s absolutely no need to worry. Nothing will go wrong.”
“But still…….”
“If you’re really that skeptical, do you want to visit the main headquarters with me? Once you see it with your own eyes, you’ll feel much better about it. You can meet the followers directly too. What do you think?”
“……Alright. I’ll go.”
“Good boy. That’s our Yuan.”
His face thick with satisfaction, Yoon Seoho tapped Seo Yuan’s cheek lightly before leading the fragile youth out of the room.
