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“Y-Yoontae?”
“Yeah, Jeongseo.”
Despite his gentle voice, Pyo Yoontae had already stripped him completely, grabbed Jeongseo’s waist, and turned him onto his side.
As he bent Jeongseo’s knees and pulled them up, his lower half was exposed entirely to Pyo Yoontae’s view.
It was already so wet—clear liquid had trickled down from between his cheeks, soaking the inside of his thighs.
When Pyo Yoontae carefully cupped one side of his ass, a soft white tail trembled and curled inward.
That thin tail, draping over his perineum, only made the sight look even more obscene—something Jeongseo seemed completely unaware of.
As Pyo Yoontae deliberately toyed with the tail, Jeongseo flinched and squirmed, ultimately exposing the entrance he had been trying to hide.
His fingertip brushed over the small, twitching hole, glistening with slick.
“Ah…!”
Jeongseo’s pupils dilated as he gasped, staring up at Pyo Yoontae.
His ears tilted slightly backward, making him look nervous.
Seeing that, Pyo Yoontae softly whispered, lowering his head as he continued to rub slow circles around the entrance.
“Don’t be scared, Jeongseo. We’ll only go as far as it feels good, remember?”
“I won’t hurt you.”
Jeongseo’s eyelids fluttered before he gave a small nod.
And with that, a single finger, which had only been teasing the outside, slowly pushed in.
Even though it was just one finger, the tight hole gripped him snugly.
Pyo Yoontae had never planned to go all the way tonight, but he hadn’t expected it to be this narrow.
Thankfully, despite being an Omega, Jeongseo naturally produced a lot of slick.
Even though it was tight, the damp heat of his walls made it easy for the finger to slide in.
“Hngh…”
Jeongseo clutched the sheets, swallowing thickly at the unfamiliar sensation of something entering him.
Was it just one finger?
The feeling of being stretched open was so foreign that he felt like something was growing inside him.
Pressing a hand against his mouth, Jeongseo shakily looked downward.
He had vaguely known that male Omegas could have sex this way.
But now that something was actually inside, the sensation was so bizarre that he started doubting what he had learned.
“Jeongseo, does it hurt?”
At the sound of the question from above, Jeongseo shifted his gaze to see Pyo Yoontae watching him with concern.
Honestly, he wanted it to stop, but instead, he shook his head.
“No, it’s not painful… it just feels… weird.”
“Okay. If it hurts, tell me.”
Pyo Yoontae leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Jeongseo’s cheek before slowly moving his finger.
Pressing lightly along the slick walls, he spread them apart, revealing the flushed inner folds.
The obscene squelching sounds made Jeongseo feel even stranger.
Would this really feel good?
Just as his arousal started to fade, Pyo Yoontae’s fingertip pressed against a small, slightly swollen spot inside.
“Ah…!”
Jeongseo’s body arched before curling up tightly.
His thighs trembled as he let out a breathless moan, his unfocused eyes meeting Pyo Yoontae’s.
The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before—it was a lightning strike of pleasure exploding throughout his entire body.
Pyo Yoontae seemed equally surprised, staring at him for a moment before curling his finger and pressing against the spot again.
“Hnngh, Y-Yoontae…!”
Every time he repeatedly stimulated the swollen gland, Jeongseo’s insides clenched around his finger.
Jeongseo gasped and panted, unable to think straight.
The intense pleasure coiled low in his belly, sending shivers across his entire body.
His toes curled involuntarily, his hips trembling.
Suddenly, a hot burst of liquid overflowed, dripping down onto the sheets.
His white tail twitched helplessly, curling inward as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
Seeing Jeongseo’s trembling form, flushed red and panting, nearly drove Pyo Yoontae insane.
His own arousal was painfully strained.
Who would have thought that Jeongseo would be this sensitive, that just one finger could make him fall apart like this?
His usual bright and innocent expression had melted into something entirely different—his teary eyes hazy, his parted lips glistening with saliva, making him look utterly debauched.
Completely overwhelmed by the new, electric pleasure, Jeongseo clung onto Pyo Yoontae’s arm.
The thick, sweet scent filling the air stung the back of Pyo Yoontae’s throat.
The once impossibly tight entrance had now relaxed enough to take another finger.
Sliding a second one in, he immediately pressed against the engorged spot again.
“Hnn, Y-Yoontae… my stomach feels… ahh…!”
The moment his swollen shaft throbbed and released a thick, white fluid, Jeongseo hastily covered his face with the sheets, his entire body shaking.
His inner walls pulsed, clinging tightly, while slick dripped all the way down to Pyo Yoontae’s wrist.
As he finally withdrew his fingers, the stretched, wet entrance twitched and leaked more slick, trailing down his thighs.
Even Jeongseo’s tail was damp, the soft white fur sticking together from the moisture.
He had never been this aroused before—Jeongseo’s vision couldn’t even focus properly.
His chest rose and fell in erratic breaths.
His sight blurred, and exhaustion crept in, making it feel like he could fall asleep just like this.
His eyelids fluttered slowly, but the pungent scent thickened to the point that it burned through his entire body, jolting his eyes wide open.
Barely lifting his head, he glanced downward and saw Pyo Yoontae murmur in a low voice, “It’s hot,” before tossing off his shirt.
Under the moonlight, his well-defined upper body gleamed, making Jeongseo instinctively swallow hard.
He had known before that Yoontae had a great body, but seeing it up close—it was even more impressive than he had imagined.
Just as Yoontae was pulling down the waistband of his pants, his gaze met Jeongseo’s.
Feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment, Jeongseo hastily tried to avert his eyes—but his movements froze.
He had seen it.
The moment Yoontae’s pants slid down, his length was fully exposed.
“…….”
The sheer magnitude of it… was overwhelming.
Was it because black panthers were naturally big?
Honestly, just moments ago, Jeongseo had been so overwhelmed by pleasure that he thought he could probably take it.
But this—
“Yoontae….”
“Hm?”
“You already know, but even among weasels, I’m a small least weasel… even fully grown, I don’t reach 20 centimeters….”
Yoontae furrowed his brows slightly, wondering why Jeongseo was suddenly saying such things.
Then, noticing where Jeongseo’s gaze had fixated, he let out a quiet chuckle.
So, what—was he trying to say that because of his small size, he couldn’t possibly take this?
The way he voiced his concerns was ridiculously cute.
Smirking, Yoontae curled one side of his lips upward and pressed his stiffened length against Jeongseo’s rear, murmuring,
“But right now, you’re human. You can take it.”
“What if my stomach bursts?!”
Seeing Jeongseo go pale with genuine horror, Yoontae patted his side reassuringly.
But with that enormous thing now fully out in the open, Jeongseo couldn’t shake off his deep-seated doubt.
Yet… he also couldn’t just leave Yoontae like that, not after he’d already finished multiple times himself.
As Jeongseo debated whether he should use his hands instead, Yoontae suddenly grabbed his legs and lifted them.
He laid Jeongseo flat and hooked his legs over his shoulders, then, without warning, pushed his shaft between Jeongseo’s thighs.
The unexpected sight made Jeongseo gasp, his breath hitching as he stared down at the darkened length nestled against his own.
They were both human right now, so was it even possible for there to be such a huge difference?
Maybe it was just the contrast, but the veins along its length seemed even more pronounced, making it look that much bigger.
“W-What are you trying to do?”
“I never actually planned to put it in.”
Even taking in just two fingers had been a struggle—his first experience shouldn’t end with a painful memory.
And truthfully, even if he didn’t show it, Yoontae was a little nervous too.
It was one thing to think about it in his head, but actually doing it felt so much more… obscene.
The stimulation was already intense enough that he worried he’d lose control.
Especially with Jeongseo lying beneath him, his shirt pushed up just enough to reveal a swollen nipple—the same one Yoontae had been sucking on earlier.
Jeongseo, meanwhile, simply tilted his head in innocent confusion, making the contrast all the more frustrating.
“Then what are you—”
“This.”
Yoontae pulled his hips back—then thrust forward.
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