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Instead, he smiled and guided my hands to his buttons.
With slight resistance, the button popped free from its hole, and the tightly stretched shirt collar loosened.
The white shirt slid open, revealing the sculpted curves of his chest beneath.
My gaze instinctively dipped to the hollow between his pecs.
My hands moved on their own, undoing the next button.
Pop. Pop.
His chest, the dip of his sternum, and the hard ridges of his abs were exposed one by one.
As if entranced, I unfastened the rest of his shirt, only to be met with his pants.
Ah— I barely caught myself before reaching for them, jerking my hand back and shifting away, bracing myself against the bed.
It was laughable to hesitate now, but seeing the growing bulge in Ateol’s pants made my heart race—and just as quickly, fear prickled through me.
Ateol’s expression shifted as he watched me retreat.
Like a predator amused by prey pointlessly trying to escape after already being caught.
I scrambled back, but he caught up with just a single lean forward.
My retreat was useless.
His hand closed around my ankle under the sheets, and in the next instant, I was flipped onto my back.
“Ah—…!”
Ateol swung a leg over me, straddling my waist.
I expected him to laugh at how ridiculous I looked, but instead, his eyes narrowed, heated as they locked onto mine.
He yanked his shirt off in one swift motion, then grabbed my waistband and tore it open.
In seconds, I was bare beneath him.
I clutched the sheets, pulling them up to cover myself, but it was futile—Ateol stripped them away just as fast.
He lifted my legs without warning and took my cock into his mouth.
“Ngh, ahh…!”
The sharp suction dragged a moan out of me.
I slapped a hand over my mouth, but I couldn’t hide the ragged breaths escaping me.
Pleasure crashed through me, making my thighs—then my whole body—tremble.
My toes curled and flexed in the air, my chest heaving uncontrollably.
He only held my legs, but like always, my body refused to obey me.
“Hngh…, ah, ahh…!”
The pressure around my cock tightened.
Ateol swirled his tongue around the tip, then sank down, bobbing his head with slow, deliberate drags.
When his tongue pressed hard into the slit, my back arched, stomach quivering.
He responded to every twitch, flattening his tongue to lick broad strokes along the length before sucking hard again.
“Ah—! D-Don’t… do that…!”
“You always tell me to stop when it feels too good.”
“N-No, I don’t—, ah— ahh…!”
Ateol’s lips tightened.
One hand wrapped around the base while his mouth worked the head with ruthless suction.
It felt like all the blood in my body was being pulled straight there.
My vision blurred, heat pooling low in my stomach.
I came with a shudder, and Ateol didn’t pull away—he kept his face buried between my thighs, swallowing every drop.
The obscene gulp, gulp echoed in my ears.
“W-Why did you… swallow…?”
“Someday, you’ll swallow mine too. Not down here— up here.”
Ateol lifted his head, lips glistening wet.
As he said “up here,” his fingertip brushed my mouth.
Before I could process his words, my gaze dropped to his lips—streaked with white.
Noticing my stare, he dragged his tongue over them, deliberately licking the spend into his mouth.
Maybe I was too obvious.
Ateol grinned and leaned in, closing the distance.
The fingers that had been teasing my lips pushed past them, into my mouth.
“Ngh…!”
His thick fingers scraped lightly over my palate, sending a shiver down my spine.
I hadn’t realized my mouth could feel this sensitive.
Maybe it was natural—kisses felt good, after all.
Ateol added a second finger, rubbing my tongue, pinching my lips, then sliding deeper, pressing further back.
“Cough—! Ghk…!”
When his fingers hit the back of my throat, I gagged reflexively.
“Don’t start whining so soon. I’ll be going much deeper than this.”
“Hah, nn…, ah…!”
I wanted to ask what he meant, but his fingers muffled any attempt.
Ateol thrust them deep into my throat, then pulled back just as suddenly.
My body jerked, gagging harder.
Glaring at him, I was met with a kiss—his saliva-slick hand cupping my cheek.
Even though my mouth stung, the kiss felt good.
When he pulled away, his whisper ghosted over my lips.
“You’ll have to take my cock even deeper than that. We’ll just have to get you used to it, bit by bit.”
“…….”
Can I even do this?
It feels impossible.
I should avoid it as much as I can.
Ateol, who had clearly read my thoughts from my expression, stepped back with a laugh.
I thought he might stop there, but of course not.
He pulled out a glass bottle the size of his fist—God knows how long he’d been holding onto it—and showed it to me.
“I got some fine perfumed oil.”
“All oils are the same…”
“Try it, and your mind will change.”
“W-what? No, I don’t want to.”
A sudden sense of foreboding made me blurt out my refusal as I turned away, but Ateol easily caught me.
Pressing a hand to my stomach to pin me down, he spread my legs wide apart.
“Hold them.”
I could’ve refused, but his tone was so effortlessly commanding that, before I knew it, my hands were gripping my own thighs.
Realizing what I’d done, I flushed with embarrassment.
Wasn’t this just me spreading my own legs?
Mortified, I tried to let go, but Ateol covered my hands with his before I could.
Our eyes met briefly before he pulled away, but in that short moment, my hands stayed locked in place, as if frozen.
“You listen well. Good boy.”
“Ngh…!”
Ateol stroked under my chin like he was petting an animal, his touch teasing.
Just as I was about to snap at him, he uncorked the bottle and let a few drops fall between my legs.
The texture was… unusual.
Slicker than other oils, if I had to describe it.
“It’s perfumed oil infused with powdered magic stone. As for the effects…”
The bottle’s tip pressed against my entrance.
Wait, no way— Before I could protest, the smooth, hard glass slid inside.
At the same time, Ateol tilted the bottle, and the oil poured in all at once.
“Agh—!”
“See for yourself.”
“N-no, I don’t— I don’t need to know, take it out…!”
“Too late for that.”
With a slick sound, the bottle withdrew, and oil spilled from the stretched entrance.
Ateol shook the empty bottle in front of my face before tossing it aside without a second thought.
The sheer volume of liquid—enough to fill a fist-sized bottle—left my stomach feeling uncomfortably full.
A glance downward showed my lower belly slightly swollen.
“Hah… nngh…”
But the real problem came next.
The oil seeped slowly into every crevice inside me. Infused with magic stone, he’d said.
True to his words, it had melted into smoothness, but the faint grit of powdered stone lingered.
And wherever the oil touched, heat bloomed, followed by a maddening itch.
With my legs spread and raised, the oil slithered deeper, alive and insistent, soaking into every sensitive fold.
“…Ah… hah… Th-this feels… weird…”
Ateol watched me squirm before pressing down slowly on my stomach.
“Hyuk—!”
The oil sloshing inside me surged out in a sudden gush.
The sensation was indescribable—strange, overwhelming. I thrashed my head, crying out in protest.
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