HPK 8

Slurp, schlluurp. The sound of saliva flowing and being sucked back up again rang out ceaselessly. The room was soon filled with a damp, sticky air. The sensation of his skin growing humid was distinct.

Wooseung stuck his tongue out long and licked up from the base of the shaft. Then he lightly bit the head with his lips before letting it go with a pop. He did not forget to knead the penis, squeezing and releasing his right hand. He intended to make Taejung ejaculate before his hip thrusts got any faster.

“You do have, a fuckton of water.”

Taejung’s hand on his head moved slowly. It rubbed the crown of his head, then slid down to the nape of his neck. The hand, which acted as if it would dig between the collar of his shirt, returned to his head. He stuck his fingers into the thick, abundant hair.

“Can’t you, hooh, swallow, deeper?”

“I cahn.”

Wooseung barely managed to answer with the penis in his mouth. And holding back the rising gag reflex, he swallowed the penis deeper. He felt a dull pressure behind his eyeballs. Tears had already welled up in the corners of his eyes. More than half of the penis had entered his mouth.

But it seemed Taejung was not satisfied. He suddenly put strength into the hand gripping his head.

“Euk, kkeup!”

Wooseung’s left hand desperately gripped the hard thigh. His fingertips turned white, and the bones on the back of his hand stood out.

“Ugh, kkeu-heuk!”

“Ah, fuck. So fucking good……”

Taejung threw his head back and pressed Wooseung’s head firmly toward him. And as if that was not enough, he finally got up from his seat.

“Kkeuk, heuk……”

Wooseung was pushed back so far that the back of his head almost touched the table. Fortunately, Taejung was covering it with his hand, so he did not hit it, but that was not the problem.

Taejung gripped the back of his head with both hands and began to thrust his hips, thump, thump. He barely managed to prop himself up with his hands on the floor in a position where he had landed on his butt.

The penis, stabbing and withdrawing from his throat, was almost like a weapon. The tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes could not withstand their weight and flowed down his cheeks.

“Ah, ah-ah-yeo, euk, kkeup.”

“Ha, shiiit.”

The penis rampaged inside Wooseung’s mouth. It crushed the mashed flesh and hit the back of his throat. Taejung moved his hips without even caring about it being scraped by his teeth. Every time he did, a sound like wet mud being squashed came from below, squelch, squelch.

“Hey, lift your tongue.”

Taejung said, pulling out the penis that he had inserted so deeply that Wooseung’s nose was buried in his crotch. The penis, wet with saliva, glistened as it caught the light. Taejung’s eyes shone just as much. Like a child who had found an interesting toy.

He stared intently at Wooseung’s lower face, which was covered in all sorts of liquids.

“Heu-eu……”

As Wooseung failed to come to his senses, he tapped his cheek, thump, thump.

“I said lift your tongue. Uh huh, just like that.”

Wooseung sniffled and barely managed to lift his tongue. Taejung grinned in satisfaction and gripped his penis. He lowered the penis, which was pointing straight up, and rubbed the head against the area under the tongue where saliva had pooled wetly. It was the place where saliva had been gathering earlier.

Splish, it almost sounded like that. He firmly gripped the back of Wooseung’s head with his left hand so that the terrified Wooseung could not pull his head back.

“Haah, ha……”

“Heu, euk, kkeuk.”

The sound of him painfully holding back his sobs echoed quietly in the room. Taejung rubbed the head of his penis in the hollow under the tongue where saliva had pooled and quickly stroked the shaft.

“……Keuk.”

The penis throbbed, and his lower abdomen vibrated slightly. Before long, hot semen burst out. It more than filled the space under his tongue; his entire mouth was covered in the whitish fluid.

“Hoo-woo……”

Taejung rubbed his penis and squeezed out every last drop of the remaining semen. During that time, Wooseung had to keep his mouth open. His jaw was screaming, and the corners of his mouth felt like they were going to tear. Maybe they already had. Judging by the stinging pain.

“Swallow it, it’s clean. I only eat fucking healthy food.”

Wooseung squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the gelatinous liquid that filled his mouth. The semen, which could not be swallowed in one go, clung to the inside of his mouth, leaving an unpleasant sensation.

Taejung pulled out two or three tissues from the box and roughly cleaned himself up. Once he pulled his pants up, he looked perfectly neat, as if nothing had ever happened.

“Haah, haah……”

In contrast, Wooseung was still out of it, gasping for breath. His throat was stinging as if it were completely raw, and the corners of his mouth were no different. Most of all, his head was fuzzy from not being able to breathe properly. The esophagus that had struggled to hold back the rising gag reflex along with it felt scraped by sandpaper.

This was an act closer to violence than to sex.

As he sat collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily, Taejung’s thumb dug into his mouth. The corner of his mouth cried out with a sting. The thumb rubbed the inside of his cheek and pressed firmly against his molars before retreating.

“It tastes pretty good.”

He wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand and slowly looked up at him. His vision was blurred with tears, making him look hazy, like a reflection in water.

“I’ll have to get a regular subscription.”

A playful voice came from above his head. There was not a hint of the aftereffects of the previous act. It was neat, clean, and at the same time, moderately mischievous.

Wooseung felt cold sweat trickling down his temples. He was so scared of the other person, who, after committing an act close to violence, shamelessly uttered the words ‘regular subscription’.

When he opened the waiting room door, all eyes poured in his direction at once. Wooseung, who was about to step inside, flinched without realizing it and touched the corner of his mouth.

Before coming to the waiting room, he had stopped by the bathroom and even washed his face. He knew his drenched bangs would look a little strange, but he could not go back with his face dirtied by not only tears and snot but also semen.

Hyojun was not there, seemingly having gone into a room. Wooseung sat on a sofa in the corner and fiddled with his phone. The corner of his mouth stung, so he rubbed it with his tongue, but the pain worsened, and he pressed his lips together firmly.

The waiting room was as noisy and chaotic as usual. But strangely, the hosts kept glancing at Wooseung. The duration of their gazes was unusually long, and the frequency was also high. In the end, Wooseung could not overcome the discomfort and got up from the sofa. He thought he would get some fresh air. He could feel eyes on his back even as he was leaving, but he tried his best to ignore them.

He went to the convenience store and bought a peach iced tea and a smoked egg. He was not particularly hungry, but he had not eaten all day, so he felt he should put something in his mouth.

The truth was, it was because of the uncomfortable taste that did not go away even after brushing his teeth.

‘Swallow it, it’s clean. I only eat fucking healthy food.’

Clean, my ass…….

Thinking of the hard thigh he had felt under his palm and the deep-cut muscles he had seen when he pulled down his pants, it seemed he took considerable care of his body, but semen was still semen.

Wooseung trudged back to the waiting room. After finishing the smoked egg and brushing his teeth, he returned to find Hyojun there. Chanil was with him. He felt glad to see familiar faces.

“Hyung!”

Hyojun also saw him and waved his hand cheerfully.

Not many people came from the main building to the annex, and even those who did could not adapt and left quickly. In the first place, even though it was the same building, the customers they received and the money they made were different. That was why the hosts from the main building and the annex, though they knew each other by sight, were not close.

The hosts from the main building looked down on the annex, and the hosts from the annex were jealous of them for acting superior when they were in the same situation. That was why Wooseung liked Hyojun, who had approached him first when no one else would talk to him.

“Did you drink a lot?”

“Yeees……”

The area under Hyojun’s eyes was flushed red. His eyes were glazed over, and it was doubtful if he could even focus properly. He was practically lying down on the sofa and grabbed Wooseung’s arm, telling him to come over.

“Ah, shit, I fucking hate those manual laborer bastards. They don’t even have money, but they make you drink so, hoo, fucking much.”

Chanil scoffed, saying as long as they pay, it is all that matters, and that he was being picky for someone who sells his body. Wooseung sat next to him and listened quietly.

“Hyung, can I drink that?”

“It’s something I was drinking……. but if you’re okay with it, go ahead.”

“I totally don’t mind. Indirect kiss, indirect kiss!”

Hyojun put his lips to the mouth of the plastic bottle and chugged the iced tea. After emptying it, he seemed to come to his senses a little and sat up straighter than before. He put the plastic bottle down on the table and asked.

“Hyung. The main building doesn’t get manual laborer bastards as customers, right?”

“Not really…… I don’t think it’s that different.”

“Aw, I know that’s not true. I heard that not only do girls go there, but also faaamous people. I’ve heard things.”

Hyojun, telling him to just say it, did not hide his curiosity about the main building.

As mentioned before, there were minor differences between the main building and the annex. Unlike the annex, which received both women and men as customers, the main building only received female customers, the time charge was higher, and in contrast, the cut they took was smaller. In short, they did the same work and earned more money. There were fewer rough customers than at the annex, so fights were rare, and,

But Wooseung did not really want to talk about his time at the main building. After all, he had been kicked out, and he did not want to give the impression of being arrogant by showing that he was from the main building.

He just wanted to adapt quickly and earn more money, even if it was not as much as at the main building. Here, where he did not know anyone and there were few young female customers, it was difficult to even be chosen once a day. There were numerous times when he went home without seeing a single room.

But it seemed Hyojun was not the only one curious about the main building. Chanil, who had been sitting on the opposite sofa watching a drama on his phone, suddenly asked.

“Excuse me. But why did you get kicked out and sent here?”

Hyojun glanced at Wooseung and cut in, “What do you mean, kicked out.” But his eyes held an unconcealable curiosity. Even while pretending to stop him, it seemed he was also curious on the inside.

“He was kicked out, wasn’t he. Why would he go out of his way to come here from the main building.”

“Hey, hey. Still, you should watch what you say.”

“No. It’s true I was kicked out.”

Wooseung opened his mouth. The gazes of the hosts around them turned overtly in their direction. Their eyes were sparkling, and it seemed that even though they were all pretending not to, they were curious about why Wooseung had been kicked out and sent to the annex.

“Why were you kicked out? Because of your age?”

“……Um, no.”

After a moment of thought, Wooseung answered a beat later.

“I caused trouble……”

“Trouble?”

At the unexpected answer, Hyojun’s eyelids, which had been heavy with alcohol, shot up. Chanil also leaned forward. He had already tossed aside the drama he had been watching.

“What kind of trouble did you cause?”

From the phone thrown on the table, a mournful OST and a cheesy line, ‘don’t leave me’, flowed out. In between, Wooseung’s voice cut in stealthily.

“I…… hit a customer.”

At that moment, a silence fell over the waiting room.