I am not a Yandere EPILOGUE 13- MATURE

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Unlike the near-torturous tightness at the start, Yeongdeok’s insides had loosened considerably, slick and accommodating, with every movement eliciting an involuntary twitch of his body—evidence of pleasure finally surfacing.

“Haa… H-Hyung…”

Jihoon, who had been moving slowly out of consideration for Yeongdeok, began to quicken his pace.

Having grown accustomed to the teasing, faint touches to his sensitive spots, Yeongdeok was caught off guard by the sudden escalation.

The overwhelming pleasure coursing through him left him biting down on the back of his hand to muffle his cries.

Watching from above, Jihoon wanted to hear those unrestrained sounds, to stop Yeongdeok from hurting himself.

He grasped both of Yeongdeok’s wrists and pinned them down.

“Don’t hold it in, Hyung. Let it out… Just let it go.”

Despite Jihoon’s coaxing, Yeongdeok bit his lip hard, stubbornly refusing to make a sound.

However, when Jihoon’s tip repeatedly struck the unreachably deep spot within him, Yeongdeok lost himself, the pride he’d clung to dissolving in a haze of white-hot sensation.

Jihoon’s length, slick with Yeongdeok’s essence, moved in and out, the motions visibly outlined through Yeongdeok’s taut abdomen.

Each deep thrust reverberated not only through his body but also in his mind, as if he were trapped in an endless loop of overwhelming pleasure.

“Hah… S-Seo Jihoon…”

Yeongdeok’s voice, rough and trembling like a blade scraped against metal, lacked its usual firmness.

To Jihoon, that sound, soaked with vulnerability, was unbearably endearing.

“Yeah, just like that… Your voice is beautiful.”

What had started as pain had now shifted entirely.

The pleasure that overwhelmed Yeongdeok showed no sign of abating, leaving him trembling under Jihoon’s relentless movements.

“S-Seo Ji… Seo Jihoon…”

If only he could be stimulated just a little more, he felt he might find release from this overwhelming pleasure.

Yeongdeok instinctively wanted to plead, to ask for his hands back, but the relentless stimulation left him unable to form words.

Even without hearing the request, Jihoon seemed to understand.

Releasing Yeongdeok’s wrists, he reached down to wrap his hand around Yeongdeok’s length.

“Let’cum together, Hyung.”

“Hng…”

Jihoon began stroking Yeongdeok, whose length was swollen and aching, with an urgency that matched their shared heat.

The stark contrast between Yeongdeok’s usual cold demeanor and his current burning intensity made Jihoon’s actions bolder.

“Harder… please…”

“Heh… Making requests now, are we?”

It was rare for Yeongdeok to ask Jihoon for anything, let alone so desperately.

Teasingly, Jihoon paused his movements, whispering that if Yeongdeok wanted it, he’d have to say he loved him.

“You arrogant bastard…”

“Oh? Is that so? Then I guess I’ll stop.”

Having pinpointed Yeongdeok’s most sensitive spot, Jihoon struck it purposefully.

The resulting sensation left Yeongdeok arching his back, his body quivering uncontrollably as his toes curled inward.

“Hnngh… Ngh…”

Jihoon hadn’t anticipated such a raw, vulnerable reaction.

Seeing this side of Yeongdeok, who never let his guard down, stirred a darker, more possessive side of him.

“Come on, Hyung. Say it. Say you love me.”

For that moment, Jihoon didn’t care about the aftermath.

As he continued to torment the sensitive spot mercilessly, Yeongdeok, who had never conceded to him before, finally surrendered.

“I… I love you…”

“I love you too, Hyung.”

Satisfied, Jihoon resumed stroking Yeongdeok, bringing him closer to release.

The wet sounds of their movements and Yeongdeok’s unrestrained moans filled the room, creating a charged, intimate atmosphere.

When Jihoon climaxed deep inside him, the warmth triggered Yeongdeok’s release as well, the intense sensation sending electric shivers up his spine.

The sticky evidence of their passion clung to Jihoon’s hand as Yeongdeok collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

After catching his breath, Jihoon slowly withdrew.

The sudden absence of warmth left Yeongdeok shivering slightly as cool air filled the space between them.

Even as he removed the condom, Jihoon found himself hard again.

But fearing Yeongdeok’s reaction, he decided against suggesting another round.

Instead, he lay beside the worn-out Yeongdeok and asked softly:

“Are you okay? Did you enjoy it too?”

At Jihoon’s question, Yeongdeok stared at him lazily, almost like a judge about to sentence a guilty party.

Aware of his own transgressions, Jihoon offered an awkward smile in response.

If he were to be completely honest about what Jihoon had asked, Yeongdeok didn’t entirely dislike it.

At first, it had hurt, his entrance stinging as though it had been torn.

But the sensation of his brain melting and his vision turning white with pleasure was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

As the fog of dizziness began to clear, he felt his energy slowly returning.

After some rest, the lingering fatigue had also faded.

Sitting up from where he had been sprawled, Yeongdeok reached for the condom Jihoon had brought, fiddling with it between his fingers.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” Jihoon asked hesitantly.

Yeongdeok alternated his gaze between the pink packaging and Jihoon, who suddenly felt a pang of unease.

It was a feeling akin to accidentally knocking a plate off the edge of the table with your elbow, the moment just before it crashed to the floor.

With a swift motion, Yeongdeok tore open the condom’s wrapper.

Jihoon swallowed hard at the sight. ‘Is he thinking it’s my turn now, since I went first?’

Jihoon wondered, steeling himself.

It wasn’t far-fetched—Yeongdeok was the type to do just that.

If that’s what Yeongdeok wanted, Jihoon supposed he could brace himself for it. After all, he didn’t mind Yeondeok inside him.

But before he could dwell on the thought further, Yeongdeok, with his usual meticulousness, grabbed Jihoon’s length firmly.

The warmth of Yeongdeok’s hand around him was enough to make Jihoon nearly climax on the spot.

“Wh-what are you doing, hyung…?”

Jihoon stammered, his voice trembling.

Without a word, Yeongdeok slid the condom onto Jihoon’s length with precise movements, smoothing it down from the base to the tip.

Then, without warning, he grabbed Jihoon by the arm and pulled, toppling him onto his back.

In an instant, their positions had flipped, with Yeongdeok now straddling him.

“…Hyung?”

“You had your fun earlier, didn’t you? Now it’s my turn.”

What was he planning?

Jihoon’s thoughts raced as Yeongdeok placed a hand on his chest, pressing down as though appraising him. It didn’t feel particularly sexual—more clinical, like an inspection.

Jihoon couldn’t help but find it oddly disconcerting.

“Hyung, you’re not seriously—”

“Quiet.”

“…Okay.”

Jihoon decided to keep his mouth shut until Yeongdeok’s curiosity was satisfied.

The hand that had been pressing against his chest slid down to his firm abdomen, the gentle scrape of Yeongdeok’s palm against his skin sending an itch of suppressed laughter through Jihoon.

When the hand moved lower still, wrapping lightly around his arousal, Jihoon bit back a gasp.

The grip wasn’t tight, nor was there much movement, but the sensation was overwhelming nonetheless.

“Let’s do it again.”

“Wait, what?”

Mimicking what Jihoon had done earlier, Yeongdeok began stroking him, his hand moving up and down from the tip to the base.

At the same time, he steadied himself with one hand on Jihoon’s chest and used the other to align Jihoon’s length with himself.

Jihoon flushed deeply, realizing what was happening.

“Hyung, you don’t have to push yourself—”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t underestimate me. I’m not as fragile as you think.”

Yeongdeok showed no sign of struggle.

If anything, he seemed determined to experience the same pleasure that had left him breathless earlier.

Slowly, he lowered himself, letting Jihoon’s tip slide into him.

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