INV 62

Kwon Yihyeon reflexively jerked his shoulders, but Chacha did not hesitate.

Ziiip.

The zipper went down. Five fingers crawled inside his briefs. The cool touch of fingertips pulled at the briefs and drew out his hardened penis.

And Kwon Yihyeon could clearly see in the mirror’s reflection exactly how lewd and scandalous Chacha’s handiwork was.

As if it were only natural, Chacha blocked Kwon Yihyeon’s urethra with his thumb and rubbed the glans, while the menacing shaft protruded from between Chacha’s buttock cheeks, revealing its dark red head.

Chacha was the one exposing a pale, naked body while Kwon Yihyeon only had his penis out, but the relaxed, gentle stroking of his cock evoked a burning sense of shame. The total amount of pleasure being forced upon Kwon Yihyeon wasn’t just the sensation of his glans being stimulated. The scenery captured perfectly in his field of vision was stimulating him to the point of madness.

Kwon Yihyeon felt a strange sense of immorality every time Chacha’s white, elegant knuckles shook the dark red organ, and every time the soft, plush flesh of his buttocks wrapped around and pressured the shaft. Aside from the fact that Chacha was lithely muscular, it was because his skin was so porcelain white. White hands rubbing a dark red cock. It felt as though he were trampling upon a snowfield that should never be touched.

Of course, the one being trampled was always Kwon Yihyeon, but that didn’t matter.

Even while thinking it was depraved, Kwon Yihyeon couldn’t take his eyes off Chacha in the mirror. He didn’t realize it himself, but the more he condemned Chacha as perverted, the more his penis swelled. The visual satisfaction was so overwhelmingly full that it became difficult to breathe. Kwon Yihyeon roughly steadied his breath, which was heavily steeped in excitement. In other words, what he wanted was…

“…I want to shove it in.”

“A dildo has a lot of nerve wishing for things…”

Every time Chacha laughed lowly, it felt as though the heat in the air was being drawn tight. Now, Kwon Yihyeon felt the urge to ejaculate just by seeing the corners of Chacha’s mouth rise, but there was the limitation that the urethra was firmly blocked, making discharge impossible.

Kwon Yihyeon let out a groan that sounded like it was scraping the inside of his throat.

Chacha laughed lowly again.

“You’re the one who offered your services with your own mouth, aren’t you?”

“I never volunteered for torture, though.”

“Fulfill your duties as a servant.”

“…Are you telling me to keep holding it in?”

Kwon Yihyeon spoke with an expression that seemed to ask, You can’t possibly mean that, right? but…

“A quick-witted child should receive a reward.”

Chacha simply gave a satisfied smile and tied a red string tightly beneath the ridge of the glans.

Having his cock suddenly bound, Kwon Yihyeon almost spat out a curse.

“Ugh, what the…!”

“Who told you to toss the word ‘service’ around so easily?”

Chacha laughed for quite a while, appearing genuinely amused. Conversely, Kwon Yihyeon panted with an excitement so intense his eyes became bloodshot, and Chacha looked down at him with lowered brows, smiling tenderly as if soothing an angry child.

“If you endure well as you’re told, I’ll let you handle me however you like.”

“…For how long?”

“As much as usual?”

“That’s not a reward.”

‘Hmm.’

In the next moment, Chacha began to seriously consider whether he had misspoken.

“Exactly how much can I handle you as I like? We need to weigh the conditions in detail, like how far I can go…”

“…Today is the day I receive service. Let’s finish that talk the next time we have sex.”

Chacha moved the subject along for now. He pointedly ignored the way Kwon Yihyeon’s eyes were flashing with a strange light.

Instead, Chacha removed the thumb that had been blocking the ejaculation and, winding his fingers around as if thoroughly soaking them in pre-cum, he eventually leaned his upper body further against Kwon Yihyeon and pushed his pelvis back. Kwon Yihyeon caught the scent of Chacha’s body faintly wafting from his hair and was seized by the urge to thrust his hips right then, but in the next moment, he was blinded by the image in the mirror and could do nothing.

While pressing Kwon Yihyeon’s cock between the crack of his buttocks, Chacha was spreading his own hole open and forcing his fingers inside.

“…!”

Having forced two fingers in at once, Chacha let out a weak nasal moan and buried his nose in the nape of Kwon Yihyeon’s neck, trembling. Despite that, he did not stop poking his fingertips around as if rummaging through the tight inner walls. If the area below the ridge of his glans hadn’t been tied up tight, Kwon Yihyeon would have come. He was 100% certain of it.

“…How much do you have to loosen it?”

Kwon Yihyeon let out a low, almost hoarse voice. The breath he exhaled was hot. Instead of answering, Chacha drank in the heat he radiated without resistance.

That meant they were kissing.

Chacha sucked on Kwon Yihyeon’s lower lip, and Kwon Yihyeon tried to angle his jaw to force his tongue into Chacha’s mouth. However, focused on poking his own hole, Chacha merely played a game, pulling his jaw back just as if he were about to kiss, smiling brightly.

When their lips finally touched, a lewd groan vibrated through their mingled tongues.

Kwon Yihyeon looked at the mirror again. Chacha had somehow shoved four fingers in, but the way the folds were twitching made it look more tight than smoothly loosened. Knowing this himself, Chacha was diligently widening the hole as if making a scissor-kick motion.

The sight of him poking his own prostate and then going limp while trembling was beautiful. Taking advantage of the gap while Chacha was floating in a weak climax, Kwon Yihyeon decided to greedily swallow his lips and ferociously violate his mouth. As he brushed the roof of his mouth with his thick tongue and kissed him mindlessly as if digging into his throat, Chacha, who had been twitching and trembling, began to poke the fingers shoved in his back hole so hard it made a squelch-squelch splashing sound. At the thought that Chacha was overexerting himself because he also wanted to take his cock quickly, blood rushed to his head automatically.

Kwon Yihyeon was driven to the brink of ejaculation before he knew it, and only realized too late that the area beneath the glans was tied tight, letting out a curse.

“…Shit.”

Chacha whispered slowly in a lewd, soothing voice.

“It’s… almost… done…”

Kwon Yihyeon glared at Chacha’s lower hole through the mirror as if he would devour it, then answered shortly.

“There’s a long way to go. If I’m going to melt you down.”

“I think the taste of a stiff squeeze won’t be so bad either.”

“Won’t it hurt?”

Chacha wanted to ask Kwon Yihyeon. Where on earth did he steal the composure to act polite while harboring such heat in his eyes?

Still, he didn’t ask. He was worried he might accidentally snap the man’s patience.

“Look at that confidence, as if anyone didn’t know you were well-endowed.”

Laughing playfully as if scolding him, Chacha stepped on the floor with his toes and, facing Kwon Yihyeon, lowered his pelvis as if a celestial being were descending. With his legs spread wide, he tucked the hair that had fallen forward behind his neck. Eventually, he reached back to grab Kwon Yihyeon’s penis, but the organ, with pre-cum dripping from it, was far too slippery. Chacha missed his grip several times, and in the process, the perineum was struck by the thick, massive tip of the penis. Thump, thud. Tap.

It felt as though the inside of his stomach was vibrating. After steadying his sensitized senses so that his own penis, erect enough to touch his navel, wouldn’t waste its seed in vain, Chacha snapped shallowly.

“…You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“No way. My limbs are tied up.”

Kwon Yihyeon answered brazenly even with a flushed face. It surely wasn’t intentional, but looking at that face made him so annoyed he wanted to misunderstand that he had planned it. Chacha glared at Kwon Yihyeon with a suspicious expression, then finally moved the other hand that had been gripping the armrest of the chair down beneath his buttocks, grabbing the thick penis with both hands.

The tip of the glans touched the entrance of the hole. Now was the moment he only needed to push in with strength. But for some reason, he felt his hole closing up. The entrance squeezed tightly and his inner thighs trembled. Kwon Yihyeon pondered if Chacha was in pain, then in the next moment, he was aghast at a bolt-from-the-blue realization.

“P-Priest. Is this… perhaps your first time in this position?”

Chacha’s expression hadn’t changed at all from before, but Kwon Yihyeon could tell. The hole pressed against the glans was twitching and pulsing.

‘So the bottom hole is more honest than the mouth hole, huh?’

Before Kwon Yihyeon could even perceive it, his instincts spoke first.

“If you untie just one of my hands, I’ll melt it for you.”

Ah, you can keep my cock tied up. I just want it to not hurt when the Priest has sex.

When he added that, Chacha laughed while wrinkling his beautiful face.

“How long has it been since you lost your virginity that you’re acting this cocky?”

Kwon Yihyeon smiled brightly and replied.

“It’s because the person who ate me up gave me such thorough training.”

“…”

Why did Gwak Deukcheon’s irritation—about how there was no fun in teasing a rookie—come to mind? Chacha pouted his lips as if it were no fun, then as if unable to resist, he unlocked the handcuffs on Kwon Yihyeon’s right hand.

He expected that the man would surely hurry to poke the hole with his fingers.

But the words that followed were entirely different.

“Priest, please lie face down on my lap and lift your buttocks.”

“What?”

“I’ll suck it for you. The hole that will take my cock.”