HPK 7

Everything visible about Taejung was large.

His height, which required a slight tilt of the head to meet his gaze, and his thick muscles that asserted their presence with every movement. The training suit was moderately loose, but it could not hide the massive physique beneath it.

Wooseung stared blankly down at the part of him held captive in Taejung’s hand. From between his legs to his right thigh, a bulging outline was shamelessly revealed. Taejung playfully gripped and shook it.

“It’s big.”

The way he was grinning made it obvious he was teasing Wooseung.

Wooseung slowly raised his gaze to meet his. His face, etched with a mischievous smile, was still handsome.

“……Yes, it’s big.”

He meekly agreed with his words. In truth, there was nothing he could do but agree.

“So if you’re laying the groundwork to score a big client, stop right there.”

“……”

“It’s only fun up to that point.”

Taejung said, emphasizing the word ‘that’. Every time he kneaded his lower parts, there was a rustling sound as the fabric crumpled.

“Because I’ve been burned so many times by kids who don’t know their place.”

Whenever he came to the establishment, Hoonyeong would always come into the waiting room and personally pick the hosts who would be in the lineup. That was why when Hoonyeong came into the waiting room, the hosts would drop whatever they were doing and straighten their backs.

‘They say he doesn’t have the best manners, but he’s generous with money.’

‘That’s why I asked if you got anything, hyung.’

Just as Hyojun had said, it seemed that Taejung, despite his rough actions, was the type to open his wallet easily. Wooseung remembered the strange sense of anticipation that had appeared on the hosts’ faces when Hoonyeong entered the waiting room.

“It’s not about scoring a client.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s really not. I know my place very well……”

Taejung’s eyes glinted with interest.

“You do seem to know your place. Even taking it upon yourself to clean the establishment.”

He took his hand off his lower parts and rested his chin on the back of the sofa.

“Then what did you mean by you’ll do well in the future.”

A pair of Jordans, a mix of vintage red and black, dangled up and down.

“Because you’re the boss……. I wanted to make a good impression.”

Wooseung said cautiously, studying the man’s expression. Taejung let out a short laugh.

“If you make a good impression on me, you’ll end up like that guy from before.”

“……”

“Because I’m quite interested in you guys’ assholes.”

The man who was gasping for breath with his forehead buried in his arm, the latex-gloved hand that was moving in and out of him, the scenes that suddenly came to mind at the man’s words about being interested in assholes.

He had said he does not put it in unless it is wet. But he is interested in assholes. In that case, for what purpose does the man come here and seat a host.

Simple abuse of power? Enjoying the base pleasure that comes from humiliating someone who has no choice but to bow to him?

“You want to sell yours too?”

“……”

“If you’re going to sell, I’ll call Hoonyeong.”

He stuck his face out and tilted his head. His smoothly curved lips were more than mischievous; they were base. The energy in his eyes was also somewhat sinister.

“No, I’m okay.”

He answered timidly, barely managing to meet the strangely glistening gleam in his eyes.

“No. Let’s sell it.”

However, Taejung lightly ignored Wooseung’s refusal. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and pressed the icon shaped like a receiver. Even while doing so, his gaze remained fixed on Wooseung.

The moment his left thumb was headed for the name saved as ‘Choi Hoonyeong’, Wooseung urgently stopped him.

“I’ll sell something else, something else.”

The thumb, which was just about to touch the screen, stopped.

“What are you going to sell?”

Wooseung nervously licked his lower lip.

He knew intuitively. This moment, what Taejung was doing, was no different from the act of trying to make Wooseung drink a whole box of Sky Barley Tea last time.

To him, it was nothing more than a base prank, but to Wooseung, it was not a prank.

The memory made his stomach churn again. An unpleasant sensation, as if he were seasick, surged up from below.

What words should he use to persuade the man? Wooseung’s mind raced.

“That is……”

As Wooseung hesitated and failed to continue, his face soon showed that his interest had completely waned. “Guess you have nothing to sell,” he said, his voice a mix of boredom and disappointment. Unbelievably, there was also a glimpse of something like the complaint of a child disappointed at not receiving a gift.

The moment his head turned back to his phone, Wooseung opened his mouth.

“I, I have a place that gets wet.”

The turning head stopped dead.

Slowly, Taejung’s gaze returned to Wooseung. The smile that had been hanging on the corner of his mouth had vanished without a trace. Thump, a thick-knuckled finger dropped the phone.

“You have a place that gets wet?”

“……”

“Where?”

Wooseung swallowed hard.

“Where is it.”

Taejung kicked Wooseung’s shin with his foot. Thump. Enduring the dull ache that rose up, Wooseung slowly parted his lips.

The glistening red flesh, wet with saliva, was revealed.

Neatly arranged teeth, a tongue trembling with tension, the plump inner flesh of his cheeks. And the saliva pooled wetly under his tongue.

Slowly closing his parted lips, Wooseung swallowed his saliva. Then he said, as if mumbling.

“Here……. it gets wet.”

The man, who had been staring blankly at Wooseung’s lips, slowly raised his eyes as if he had just come to his senses. And he smiled.

“Ha!”

It was a laugh of disbelief.

“Wow, what are you?”

He leaned his head far back, like someone who had witnessed something amazing. Then he brought his face close again and observed Wooseung.

“Fuck, what is this, really?”

The smile hanging on his lips looked at once fresh and base.

“Hey. Say, ah.”

Wooseung hid his fingertips, numb with tension, by clenching them into fists. A troubling premonition that he had made the wrong choice washed over him, but having come this far, there was nothing he could do.

Taejung tilted his head and urged him again, “I said, say ah.” Wooseung slowly parted his lips.

“More.”

He put in more force and opened them a little wider.

“More.”

“……”

“Lift your tongue.”

As he lifted his tongue, which had been pressed flat against the bottom of his mouth, Taejung’s gaze went to the hollowed red flesh beneath it. Perhaps because of tension and anxiety, saliva was pooling faster.

“……It really is wet, huh?”

Taejung grinned.

The moment he saw that smile, Wooseung instinctively felt that his premonition would not just end as a premonition.

“How much will you sell it for?”

Around the time his jaw started to ache, Taejung asked. Wooseung closed his mouth as if he had been waiting and swallowed a bursting cough.

“I’ve never paid for it, so I don’t really know the market price.”

Taejung reached out and seized Wooseung’s lower jaw. Under the strong grip, his closed lips parted again. Staring at the pouting lips, like those of a goldfish, with amusement, Taejung asked playfully.

“Can I get a sample? You know, like a trial version.”

His hand squeezed with progressively more force. A fear that his lower jaw would be ripped right off washed over him. It hurt that much.

Wooseung hurriedly answered, “Yes, yes,” but because his jaw was completely gripped, only a strange sound like “Eh, eh,” came out. Just in case the man might pretend not to understand, he also nodded his head.

“The service is good.”

Taejung said ‘please take care of me’ and patted his cheek with his palm. There was force behind it, so it made heavy sounds, thwack, thwack. Still, it was much better than the pain of having his jaw gripped.

Wooseung slowly moved down off the sofa. And he went between Taejung’s legs. He hesitated, unsure if it was okay to hold his thighs, so Taejung himself took Wooseung’s hand and guided it to the front of his pants.

He grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled it down. Fortunately, Taejung was cooperative. He lifted his hips to help make it easier to pull down his pants and underwear.

Once even the underwear was down, his non-erect penis flopped out. A humid scent immediately hit his nose.

“Ah……”

The outline revealed over the pants was nothing. The flaccid piece of flesh was huge even when it was not hard.

The penis was too thick to be held in one hand, and its length was also formidable. Even if he were to put it in his mouth, it seemed the most he could swallow would be up to two knuckles down from the head. Anything more was obviously impossible.

He hesitated, not knowing where or how to start, and Taejung immediately kicked the side of his thigh, telling him to do it properly. Thump.

Wooseung slowly, on his knees, went deeper between his legs. With his right hand, he gripped the base of the penis, and with his left, he carefully placed his hand on his thigh.

And he took a deep breath. He slowly lowered his head and took the head in his mouth first. Unlike its vicious appearance, the head was soft.

He practically spat out the saliva that had pooled in his mouth and spread it on the penis. He thought it would make it easier to swallow deeper. He rubbed the hollowed area below the head with his tongue and sucked with moderate force, and it slowly began to get hard.

“Heu, eu……”

As the already huge penis became erect, veins popped out, making it look even more hideous. Wooseung rubbed the bulging, bumpy veins with his tongue. When it was fully hard and rigid, he took the head in his mouth and slowly went further down.

“……Heup.”

However, he reached his limit quickly. There was still more than half of the penis left, but the head was already tapping against the back of his throat. A gag reflex rose. But he felt he should not let it show.

“Is that all?”

Taejung’s hand came to rest on the back of his head. Thump. Afraid he would push down with force, Wooseung beat him to it and swallowed the penis deeper.

“Kkeuk.”

His throat was blocked, and the gag reflex surged up again. With the hand that was gripping the penis, Wooseung quickly stroked the shaft. Squelch, along with the sound of liquid being mashed, a low moan, “Haah,” came from above.

The saliva that had pooled under his tongue trickled down the penis. More and more force was put into the palm resting on his thigh. Beneath it, the lines of the muscles, expanded with arousal, were clear.

“Ah, good……”

Taejung began to slowly move his hips. Overcome with a sense of ruin, Wooseung squeezed his eyes shut.