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“W-What… what are you even saying?! W-What do you mean… the ‘stick’…? That’s so crude…!”
As Saewoo recoiled in horror, Jibeom, on the other hand, looked utterly dumbfounded, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Wow, that’s hilarious. You’re the one who named it ‘Stick,’ remember?”
“What?! When did I ever—!”
Saewoo shrieked, thrashing in protest.
But in doing so, he seemed unaware of how his movements were stimulating a rather sensitive area.
His soft, cream-like buttocks kept rubbing against the hardening length beneath him, causing it to swell little by little.
“Ugh…! This… it keeps….”
Only then did Saewoo notice the difference in texture pressing against him.
Realizing something was off, he froze in place.
“What, you’re stopping already?”
“…….”
Jibeom’s shameless stare, as if he didn’t already know exactly why, was infuriating.
“Ah… well, in that case, let’s try this instead.”
As if a great idea had just come to him, Jibeom swiftly pushed Saewoo back onto the bed.
His body flipped over so fast that a dizzying sensation washed over him, forcing his eyes shut.
“Up you go.”
Before Saewoo could even gather his bearings, Jibeom hoisted his hips up and, in one smooth motion, stripped him bare.
“……!”
Saewoo’s eyes snapped open at the sudden rush of cool air against his lower half.
His pants—no, even his underwear—were gone, leaving his bare ass fully exposed.
Shock slammed into him before he could even process the humiliation of it all.
Jibeom’s face was now nestled between his flushed, trembling thighs.
“T-This… no… I don’t want this….”
Saewoo’s face looked as if he was about to burst into tears at any moment as he frantically reached out.
But before he could touch anything, a firm hand gently spread his thighs apart, making even that impossible.
“You say you don’t like it? But I’m doing something good for you. Just bear with it a little, okay?”
Speaking as if soothing a child, Jibeom sniffed at Saewoo’s groin with a quiet snort.
The untouched, pale skin, as though it had never been exposed to the outside world, carried a faintly sweet scent.
“How strange…”
Sure, avian beastmen weren’t even considered proper prey to predators—barely a mouthful of food. But could something really smell this good?
Finding it curious, Jibeom stuck out his tongue and began lapping at the delicate flesh, sucking in different spots.
He bit down on the soft skin connecting the inner thighs, leaving dark marks, then burrowed through the fine, downy hair, nipping and teasing until faint red imprints remained.
“Hnn… Ahh… ngh…!”
Each time, Saewoo trembled, letting out stifled whimpers.
At first, Jibeom had adjusted his intensity, but once he realized how sensitive Saewoo was no matter where he touched, his caresses became more deliberate, more unabashed.
Slurp. Slurp.
Like an animal marking its territory, Jibeom smeared his saliva everywhere, pressing his lips against even the most hidden places.
When he wrapped his mouth around the slightly raised perineum—less prominent than a chest but still noticeable—Saewoo let out a shrill, breathless cry.
Jibeom could feel the skin beneath his tongue pebble up in goosebumps, shuddering beneath his touch.
“St—Stop… Ah! No…!”
Saewoo flailed desperately, as if he hadn’t expected to be touched there.
But it was useless.
Jibeom easily restrained his thrashing legs with one arm, pinning them down as he firmly bit into the perineum, leaving a deep mark like a seal.
“Ahh…! It… it hurts…!”
A high-pitched sob escaped along with his wail, but Jibeom didn’t stop.
If anything, the reaction only spurred him on.
He gripped Saewoo’s sweat-dampened buttocks, his breathing growing heavier.
His hands, too, became more urgent—kneading and squeezing the soft flesh until handprints remained before prying them apart.
This tiny avian beastman’s untouched, hidden flesh… he wanted to taste it all.
“Ah… ngh, s-stop…!”
Saewoo wept, pleading.
“Stop?”
“Hicc… nnngh… hhk, mmn, nn….”
Saewoo’s tears streamed down as he nodded.
Clear droplets, like glass beads, seeped into his ears, and at that moment, Jibeom let go of the legs he had been gripping tightly, curling his lips into a smirk.
“Say it properly.”
“……?”
“You told me not to… but you’re standing.”
Saewoo sucked in a sharp breath.
His body, carefully pleasured despite his protests, responded honestly.
The organ that had been dangling weakly just moments ago was now standing tall, the tip glistening with moisture.
“T-This…!”
Flustered, Saewoo hurriedly reached out to cover himself, but his fingers weren’t enough to hide the entire length.
His already modest size made it difficult, and his small hands only made it more apparent.
“Ha… damn…”
A curse slipped through Jibeom’s teeth.
Feeling himself harden even more at the sight of something so unpracticed and naïve, he let out a low breath.
Saewoo had touched him earlier, making him stiffen, but he hadn’t expected to become fully aroused just by watching.
His body screamed to take it further—to pull out his aching arousal and grind against the space between Saewoo’s trembling thighs.
“T-This position… it’s hard to stay like this….”
Completely unaware of Jibeom’s indecent thoughts, Saewoo sniffled and pleaded.
No, it wasn’t exactly a plea—just a simple statement—but to Jibeom, it sounded like one.
“Show me your chest.”
Jibeom’s tone was firm. It was clear—if Saewoo didn’t comply, he wouldn’t get what he wanted.
With wide, tear-filled eyes, Saewoo hesitated before reluctantly lifting his shirt with both hands.
His flushed nipples, swollen from Jibeom’s relentless teasing, were fully exposed.
“Hm.”
The pale thighs splayed open, the flushed peaks trembling slightly, and those damp eyes gazing up at him—it was enough to make Jibeom’s stomach tighten painfully.
He wanted to indulge in the sight a little longer, but there was something he craved even more.
Thud.
“Ah…!”
Finally, Saewoo’s raised hips dropped onto the bed.
He instinctively tried to turn away from Jibeom, but his legs refused to cooperate.
‘W-What’s happening to me…?!’
“It’s because you like it too much.”
Jibeom, as if reading his every thought, answered with a smirk before reaching for a pillow.
In an instant, he slid it beneath Saewoo’s hips.
“There. That should help.”
“……?”
Jibeom seemed convinced this was a solution, but in reality, the position barely changed.
Swoosh.
As Saewoo blinked in confusion, Jibeom leaned down.
“W-Wait… hngh… ah!”
Noticing the predatory gleam in Jibeom’s eyes as they fixated on his trembling length, Saewoo tried to stop him, but it was useless.
“No! You don’t have to— ah, hngh…!”
Before he could protest further, his wrists were effortlessly pinned down, and in the next moment, his heated shaft disappeared into the wet heat of Jibeom’s mouth.
“……!”
Saewoo’s eyes shot open in shock. He had expected maybe a hand, but Jibeom hadn’t hesitated—he had taken it in whole.
His mind reeled, struggling to process what was happening.
Unlike Saewoo, who was frozen in panic, Jibeom calmly ran his tongue along the length before beginning to move up and down.
“Hnngh… ah… J-Jibeom… stop… ahh!”
Squelch. Slurp.
With sinful, obscene sounds, Jibeom sucked him in deeply.
The overly sensitive tip, already flushed and swollen, was enveloped in searing wetness, sending Saewoo’s vision spinning.
The sensation was unbearable for someone who had never felt another’s touch before.
Saewoo tried to escape, but his limbs were too weak to resist.
Instead, his struggles only seemed to spur Jibeom on, making him suck even harder.
His legs trembled helplessly.
Caught in the jaws of a beast, there was no escape. He quickly gave in, his body going limp.
“Ahh… haah…”
It didn’t take long.
Beads of sweat formed on his skin, and a molten heat coiled low in his abdomen.
A shiver ran through him from the inside out—a pleasure so sharp it felt like a blade grazing his nerves.
“N-No… w-wait… ah…!”
Realizing he was about to spill over, Saewoo desperately shook his trapped wrists, but Jibeom refused to let go.
If anything, his grip tightened, holding Saewoo’s hips down as he took him even deeper.
The slick warmth wrapped around him entirely, and that was it.
The pleasure detonated like fireworks.
“Ahn—haaah…!”
With a high-pitched cry, Saewoo came inside Jibeom’s mouth.
Drip.
Jibeom finally let go, pulling back as Saewoo’s wrists went slack.
A thin line of cloudy fluid trailed from his lips.
Smirking, he turned his face toward Saewoo, making sure he saw it.
Then, as if to tease him further, he rolled his tongue inside his mouth before swallowing it down.
“……!”
Saewoo, still dazed and trembling, stared in horror.
Jibeom, however, looked nothing but satisfied.
“Tastes kinda fruity.”
Grinning, he licked his lips, clearly amused at his own discovery.
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