“You can drink it all down, right? Bunny.”
Seok Kiwoo was just as consumed by possessiveness.
With a guide whose wavelength matched his so well that Koo Seojin couldn’t even compare right in front of him, it would be strange not to go crazy.
“Haah. I’ll shoot it in deep until your belly is bursting.”
“Whew-nph…!”
Holding Go Yeonwoo tight as he let out a suppressed moan, Seok Kiwoo finally began to climax.
Semen poured out in torrents from the glans pushed deep into the colon.
Go Yeonwoo’s eyes rolled back once again at the dick juice that began to fill his belly in an instant.
Park Jaerim, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Go Yeonwoo and had been tasting his lips, stared in ecstasy.
That pathetic sight of him yielding helplessly to pleasure was driving him crazy and felt so erotic.
Even though he had already tasted that hole once, it was still not enough.
Park Jaerim shoved his tongue deep inside with a desperate expression.
The throat of the unconscious Go Yeonwoo reacted and trembled on its own.
Stuffing his hand into Go Yeonwoo’s hair as if to answer, Park Jaerim breathed his breath into him.
His throat rippled as he swallowed Park Jaerim’s breath.
Even though he hadn’t regained consciousness yet, the body that reacted was truly pretty.
“Damn…”
Curses spilled out naturally even while they were kissing.
He kept feeling so wronged he thought he might go crazy.
Park Jaerim’s gaze drifted over to the group sprawled out not far away, glaring at them.
He and Seok Kiwoo had spent the whole time cowering and living under Koo Seojin, whose matching rate was relatively high, yet those damned bastards had gotten Go Yeonwoo immediately even after losing Woo Jiyoo.
How could this be?
What on earth did he and Seok Kiwoo lack compared to those guys?
It was as if someone had played some goddamn cruel trick, leaving only the two of them in this maggot-like state.
“…He’s, mine. Get away from my fucktoy, get the fuck away!”
With his face buried in the floor and his body trembling violently, Shin Heeseung suddenly shouted like he was having a seizure.
Barely lifting his head, Shin Heeseung glared at Park Jaerim with murderous eyes.
Park Jaerim found it hilarious that Shin Heeseung wasn’t glaring at Seok Kiwoo, who was ravaging Go Yeonwoo’s back hole, but at him, who was kissing him.
The psychology behind why he was directing more anger at him was clear at a single glance.
“Hah, huck… Get away. Go Yeonwoo is mine. Fuck, he’s mine!”
Starting with shouting nonsense about Go Yeonwoo being his fucktoy since earlier.
A fucktoy, my ass.
The very fact that he was looking at Go Yeonwoo with such burning eyes was proof that he thought of him as much more than a fucktoy.
The sight of him acting like a retard, failing to distinguish an inch ahead and thinking he had Go Yeonwoo entirely in his grasp, was truly funny.
Those assholes still didn’t know that the guide Go Yeonwoo had killed was a piece of shit.
Suck, schlupp.
Park Jaerim’s eyes narrowed on their own as he sweetly sucked on Go Yeonwoo’s tongue.
If Go Yeonwoo had reached the point of killing Woo Jiyoo because he couldn’t take it anymore, it was obvious Woo Jiyoo must have done something horrific to him.
Something worse than handing an innocent guide over to espers to be gang-raped.
The end of those bastards seemed clear as day right before his eyes.
The sense of grievance was brief, and Park Jaerim found himself enjoying it.
At this rate, he thought that before long, Go Yeonwoo might actually come to him and Seok Kiwoo.
“Whew…”
Right then, Seok Kiwoo, having finished his climax, let out a breath.
Park Jaerim’s gaze shifted to Seok Kiwoo this time.
…No, it wouldn’t matter even if Go Yeonwoo didn’t come to them directly.
They could just go to Go Yeonwoo.
They intended to cling on sticky like leeches and never let go.
They would wedge themselves somehow into the gap those bastards had created and claim even a single strand of Go Yeonwoo’s hair.
Park Jaerim felt that alone would satisfy him enough.
Even if they only managed to get that much out of Go Yeonwoo, whose heart was already in ruins, it would be a success.
In the end, those bastards would lose, and he and Seok Kiwoo would win.
Owning a body and winning a heart were fundamentally different from the start.
Those guys were the ones who stupidly failed to realize that.
Park Jaerim’s gaze shifted from Shin Heeseung back to Go Yeonwoo.
Go Yeonwoo, having barely regained consciousness, was gasping and twisting his body.
He was letting out whimpers of distress, seemingly troubled by his swollen belly.
Stroking Go Yeonwoo’s cheek, Park Jaerim brought his hand down.
He fumbled with his fingers at the entrance of the hole that was tightly gripping Seok Kiwoo’s dick.
He could feel the hole, stretched smooth without a single fold, trembling violently.
Could he put it in like this?
Realizing that Seok Kiwoo still had no intention of pulling out, Park Jaerim was caught in a momentary conflict.
He wanted to see those bastards lose their tempers, but he thought Go Yeonwoo might suffer too severely.
This was to the point where even if he refused, he’d have nothing to say.
Since he hadn’t even dared to try such a thing with Koo Seojin, his hesitation dragged on.
Hm, I guess it won’t work after all.
Just as Park Jaerim finished making up his mind and tried to withdraw his hand, Go Yeonwoo’s hand grabbed his wrist, as if reading Park Jaerim’s hesitation.
“Ha, Squirrel, you…”
Pulling back his head, Park Jaerim looked up at Go Yeonwoo.
Those pitch-black eyes seemed to pull him in like a black hole.
A face completely stained with pleasure and out of his mind came into view.
Go Yeonwoo’s condition was definitely stranger than before.
It was as if he had completely let go of his reason, acting as though he couldn’t endure it unless he frantically craved a dick.
Just as Park Jaerim was looking at Go Yeonwoo as if spellbound, the red lips slowly parted.
“…Your dick, I want it. Give it to me, hm?”
And at that moment.
At that intensely seductive, unbearable voice, the shred of reason Park Jaerim had barely been holding onto snapped completely.
Immediately, Park Jaerim’s cock touched the entrance of the hole already packed tight with Seok Kiwoo’s cock.
The hard glans pressed firmly against the entrance and began to slowly force its way in.
The already widely stretched hole trembled violently and cried out in protest, but he didn’t care.
“Hk, hieut, ah…!”
Licking the neck of Go Yeonwoo, who let out a scream-like moan, Park Jaerim finally shoved his dick all the way into the hole.
At the same time, the gazes glaring at Park Jaerim like they wanted to kill him grew even darker.
Soon, curling the corners of his lips, Park Jaerim stared back at them as if they were ridiculous.
Right then, Lee Dohoon, who like the others had been unable to move and was gasping in silence, took in Go Yeonwoo.
Go Yeonwoo, looking like an erotic whore between Park Jaerim and Seok Kiwoo, falling apart and taking two dicks at once.
Lee Dohoon’s eyes distorted in an instant.
The rage still hadn’t subsided.
Where on earth did this emotion stem from?
Because his fucktoy was carelessly playing with his hole?
Or because it pissed him off to see him thrashing about in pleasure as if he didn’t exist?
A nameless displeasure washed over him.
His body was crying out in joy, thoroughly drenched in intensely sweet guidance, but his mind was different.
“…Ha. Where is our Yeonwoo looking, acting like a whore? Hm? You should be looking at me, your owner.”
Lee Dohoon barely managed to open his mouth.
A low voice echoed ominously.
