INFB Ch 21

Seobin looked up at Jaegyu with wet eyes.

“I’ll… I’ll do well.”

Before Jaegyu could offer any response, Seobin took his member back into his mouth. Relaxing his throat as much as possible, he stubbornly pushed his head forward. In an instant, the thick flesh slid past the entrance of his throat.

“Gagh…”

It was a strange, unfamiliar sensation of pain. During their first encounter, it had been a simple, raw pain—the feeling of tearing flesh and stretching bones. But now, warning sirens were flashing inside his brain. His esophagus, and even his airway, were being flattened, making him acutely aware of the impending suffocation second by second.

Seobin tightly squeezed his eyes shut. Large tears tracked down the corners of his eyes and fell. Yet Jaegyu, despite seeing every drop, showed no mercy whatsoever.

“Swallow more.”

“Hngh…”

“More.”

At the relentless urge, Seobin clenched his fists tightly and forced his head further forward. But just as it felt like it went in a little, it immediately slipped back out. His constricted throat stubbornly rejected Jaegyu’s length.

At that, Jaegyu cast his gaze toward the empty space in the room and muttered a curse under his breath.

“Ha, fuck…”

With bloodshot eyes, Seobin read Jaegyu’s expression timidly. He wanted to do well. He really wanted to do it right. Yet more than half of Jaegyu’s member was still left outside.

It was just as Seobin caught his breath through his nose and opened his mouth once more. He felt the grip on the back of his head tighten, and his face was forcefully pulled forward.

“Keo-hook…”

Under the brute force, two knuckles’ length of Jaegyu’s shaft was thrust past his uvula. Startled, Seobin thrashed like a cat submerged in water. But Jaegyu gripped Seobin’s head with his other hand as well, shoving it in a little more, and then a little more.

“Gah, ugh, mm, hng, khk!”

Seobin writhed on the spot, looking very much like a fish pulled out of water. He pushed against Jaegyu’s thighs with his feeble arms, scratched at the hands holding his head captive, and looked up at Jaegyu pleadingly through layers of tears, but nothing succeeded in pushing him away.

“Huu…”

Letting out a heavy breath, Jaegyu began rough-handling Seobin’s head back and forth. The thick shaft repeatedly plunged deep into his throat and pulled back out.

Seobin’s pupils shrank to tiny points. He shook his head in resistance, but it was futile. The firm glans slammed against the back of his throat over and over, plugging up the wet, narrow passage and making a gurgling sound—like water draining down a pipe—every time it pulled back out.

“Oogh, hk, keap, ha-ugh…”

“Mmm, hoo…”

Jaegyu groaned softly, violating Seobin’s throat to his heart’s content. The more he did, the more Seobin’s face contorted, a sight Jaegyu found intensely to his taste.

The red lips turned inside out, the face flushed cherry red, the commendable gaze fixed solely on him, the tears welling up continuously, and the runny nose trickling down—it was almost cute. On top of that, the squirming, tightening throat and the scorching heat inside his mouth quickly stripped Jaegyu of his composure.

As if inflated by air, his member swelled abruptly. At that moment, his breath completely cut off, Seobin’s wide-open eyelids began to droop weakly. Just a few more seconds like this, and he would inevitably lose consciousness.

Jaegyu, who had been intently watching the scene, released Seobin’s head just before he crossed that threshold. Seobin collapsed backward. The length that had been more than halfway inside slid smoothly out. To Seobin, that instant felt like an eternity as the shaft scraped against the inside of his mouth on its way out—it felt as though a snake were slithering up from his pit of his stomach.

And finally, Jaegyu’s tip popped out with a wet sound.

“Haaa…”

Seobin kept his mouth open and drew in a deep breath. Then, his body jolted as if hitting an obstacle, and his upper body bent sharply forward.

“Keo-eub, ugh…, hk, oo-ugh…”

Thick saliva trickled down his lips, and then warm fluid surged upward. A bright yellow liquid poured out forcefully, spilling over like water surging from a hose with its end pinched tight.

Seobin vomited painfully, gazing blankly at the floor he had soiled. It was a bright yellow liquid hard to believe had come from his stomach—the orange juice he had drunk instead of dinner. The same orange juice the caregiver had given him earlier that day.

When he drank it, it was sweet and tangy. But mixed with stomach acid, it tasted sour and astringent.

“Cough, cough…”

Seobin coughed repeatedly. Due to the lack of oxygen, the world before his eyes spun wildly. At that moment, he couldn’t even feel his abused throat or his split lips.

Gasping for air, he was about to collapse helplessly against Jaegyu’s thigh when his chin was grabbed. His head was drawn straight back toward the space between Jaegyu’s legs. Right before his eyes stood Jaegyu’s member, erected even larger than before.

“Again.”

“…”

Seobin’s body trembled violently. The terror he had briefly put aside poured down over his head like a sudden downpour.

He blinked slowly. The tears tumbling down made for a pitiful sight, yet Jaegyu merely licked his bottom lip as if his appetite had been whetted.

Seeing that, Seobin realized that whether he passed out from suffocation or Jaegyu personally let him go after being satisfied, he wouldn’t be able to escape from between his legs until one of those two outcomes arrived.

Sniffling to swallow his running nose, Seobin opened his mouth once again.

Throughout the entire time Seobin sucked and licked Jaegyu’s member, he was harshly scolded.

“Take as much in as you did earlier.”

“I said take more in. What’s wrong with you? A guy who’s supposed to be good at studying.”

“Do it properly. Properly.”

In the end, because he couldn’t do it ‘properly,’ Jaegyu had to grab Seobin by the hair himself and move his head. By that point, Seobin had surrendered to despair.

He thought that it might be better if his throat tore open so Jaegyu’s member could move in and out more easily, or that he’d rather just faint. He even worried whether he’d be able to speak properly at his academy lecture tomorrow.

Then, at a certain moment, the grip on his hair tightened. Jaegyu pulled his upper body forward from where he had been leaning against the sofa, casting a dark shadow that completely covered Seobin’s view.

The member filling his mouth and throat throbbed intensely, and soon a hot, thick fluid—resembling the texture of rice porridge—poured over his uvula.

“Khk…”

Releasing a suppressed groan, Jaegyu slowly pulled Seobin’s head inward and then pulled back out. Half-unconscious, Seobin simply hung limply. His consciousness flickered on and off, as did his vision. When he finally came to, Jaegyu’s member was slipping out of his mouth.

“Hoo-eu…”

Seobin cupped his jaw, which felt as if it had unhinged, leaving his mouth hanging wide open. Jaegyu then pinched both of Seobin’s cheeks with his thumb and middle finger like folding a dumpling.

“Don’t spit it out.”

Seobin blinked slowly. Only then did he register that something was still inside his mouth. From its taste and texture, although he had never consumed it before, he could deduce from the context that it was Jaegyu’s fluid.

“Show me.”

Jaegyu said.

“…”

Seobin looked up at Jaegyu with wide, startled eyes.

He had felt it before, but Jaegyu was strangely uninhibited when it came to displaying his desires. No shame, no embarrassment.

From Seobin’s perspective, Jaegyu said things that were genuinely ‘perverted’ with complete composure and confidence, which was hard to get used to. Did other people act like this during sex, too? The raw, explicit demands and vocabulary felt unfamiliar and overwhelming.

Even so, Seobin obediently opened his mouth. He could distinctly feel the sticky fluid resting over his tongue.

“…”

Jaegyu stared down into the red interior of his mouth. Then, without warning, he inserted his index finger and mixed the fluid thoroughly over his tongue. The liquid smeared messily, staining the inside of Seobin’s mouth. A faint, barely perceptible smile touched the corners of Jaegyu’s eyes.

“Now swallow.”

Seobin dutifully swallowed it down. Because his throat had been so badly abused, gulping it down was difficult, but since it was liquid, it slid away smoothly.

“Stick your tongue out and show me.”

At the continuous stream of orders, Seobin stuck his tongue out with a soft baah. Looking at the clean tongue, Jaegyu lightly stroked Seobin’s chin as if offering praise.

“This is how you’ll do it from now on.”

“…Yes.”