“The skin is not swollen enough yet. We need to keep going for a little longer.”
Seo Yuan could not even close his mouth, his jaw locked wide open as thick drool spilled past his lips, soaking into the dark wood of the dining table.
With every hard hit that landed on the skin, Yoon Seoho’s eyes greedily watched the dark red folds open up.
If he were just following his raw urges, he would have unzipped his pants and shoved his cock straight inside hours ago.
He already knew how tightly that warm, wet opening could squeeze around him, locking onto his length with a perfect, dizzying grip.
He was testing his own self-control.
In all his life, Yoon Seoho had never faced a limit that made him wait—yet this fragile prize pinned to his table kept pushing him into entirely new territory.
‘SLAP! SLAP!’
The heavy, wet sounds echoed through the kitchen like a leather whip hitting water.
Because so much natural fluid was leaking from the boy’s body, the whole area was a messy, slick disaster.
The sticky fluid covered Yoon Seoho’s right hand, running up his wrist and soaking into his shirt and the waistband of his pants.
Normally, a mess like this would make him furious and drive him to clean everything instantly—yet Yoon Seoho didn’t even care.
Instead of being disgusted, he felt a wave of absolute, dizzying excitement.
It had been this way since the very first moment their paths crossed.
Even when he first found the boy lying face-down in a dirty, dangerous alleyway like discarded trash, his body hadn’t felt a single hint of disgust.
“Haa…… ah…… h-heugh……!”
The color of the sensitive skin went through a final, dramatic change.
The bright, fiery red had turned into a dark, heavy shade of deep violet.
The frantic twitching around the edges nearly stopped, leaving only a faint, trembling flutter as the nerve endings hit their absolute limit.
Realizing the boy’s normal, human body had reached its breaking point, Yoon Seoho checked his vital signs.
The boy’s tongue was hanging out of his mouth, his eyes rolling back until only the whites showed.
He was close to passing out, not from pleasure, but from pure, overwhelming shock.
Because Yoon Seoho hadn’t held back his S-rank strength, the total breakdown of the boy’s body was completely expected.
“Very well. Let’s finish this.”
Timing his words with a sudden, powerful swing, Yoon Seoho brought his heavy hand down across the bruised skin with twice the force of before.
‘SNAP!’
“H-HAAAAGHK!”
Hit with a massive wave of pain, a sharp scream tore from Seo Yuan’s throat, while a thick stream of fluid shot from his untouched front, splattering across the wood.
Watching the fluid drip down the leg of the table, Yoon Seoho smiled a dark, satisfied smile.
He loved the reaction; getting a natural, hands-free orgasm just from the extreme pain of being spanked from behind was an incredible response.
“Look at you, coming all on your own without anyone even touching your front. What a very good little creature.”
Refusing to wipe the clear fluid from his hand, Yoon Seoho used the sticky moisture to paint the boy’s bruised, ruined hips, dragging his damp fingers across the purple marks.
Even that light touch made the boy’s lower body twitch violently, the raw nerves screaming in pain.
Unlike the ruined, broken state of the boy, Yoon Seoho looked completely calm and amused as he unbuckled his pants.
His fully hard, massive erection sprang free, looking thick and terrifyingly large.
Without a second thought, he ground the thick head of his cock directly against the dark purple, bruised opening.
After a few rough rubs to spread the remaining fluid, he hooked his large fingers into the edges of the tight skin, prying the raw flesh apart to force an entry.
The inner walls were glowing with a feverish, bright red heat from the endless spanking.
Aligning the tip of his weapon with the center of the wet target, Yoon Seoho slammed his hips forward, burying his entire length inside with one brutal plunge.
‘THUD!’
“H-HAA!”
Caught completely off guard by how fast he was entered, Seo Yuan’s hands clawed blindly at the air, his body thrashing against the wood in a brief, panicking fight.
But he couldn’t fight it.
The massive head of Yoon Seoho’s cock pushed past everything, slamming straight into the deepest part of his channel and pinning him hard against his pelvic bone.
A bright pink flush immediately spread across both of the boy’s pale cheeks.
Noticing how the boy’s body was already getting used to the heat, Yoon Seoho gave one side of the bruised hips a rough squeeze before letting go—a cold reward for taking him in.
“H-Heugh…… it hurts…… h-hick…… stop……!”
Thinking his captor was just finding a new way to torture him, Seo Yuan could only let out wet, high-pitched whimpers mixed with his sobs.
“Whatever do you mean, darling? Brother is just giving you a gentle touch because your bottom looks so pretty.”
‘Our precious Yuan really has no idea what’s going on; it makes him so adorable.’
Keeping that thought to himself, Yoon Seoho focused his deep thrusts right on the most sensitive spot.
The hard, unforgiving head of his cock pounded against the twitching, hyper-sensitive folds of the inner channel with zero mercy.
Every time he hit the back wall, the inner muscles would tighten and lock down around his length—a clear sign that the physical stimulation had gone way past normal human limits.
“Haah…….”
With every deep push, the tight, dark channel clamped down around his shaft like a vice, refusing to let him easily pull away.
It was an incredible, unmatched feeling.
Yoon Seoho let out a slow, heavy breath, his dark eyes half-closed in heavy pleasure.
Even though his checks showed the boy had never been with anyone before, the natural stretch and grip of this hidden entrance felt like that of a seasoned professional.
The boy’s body naturally knew how to squeeze and pull against an Esper’s shaft, pushing his mind right to the edge of madness.
“Yuan. Why is your whore’s entrance so loose and ready for me? Did you give your body to that common trash while I was gone, hm?”
