JKA 31

As if to prove just how excited Jiwoon was, 1129’s hand grew increasingly damp. It was leaking so much that the sound of him gripping and jerking the penis grew stickier. The sound of his rapidly beating heart and the lewd noises coming from below became even clearer the more he squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath.

His lower abdomen kept tensing up, and his thighs trembled. The strength drained from his tightly clenched legs, causing them to part slightly, and he scratched roughly at the bed with his heels in a rush of pre-cum. 1129 did not miss the opportunity and pressed down on Jiwoon’s knees, forcing his legs wide open, and quickened his movements.

“Haaaah!”

As he let out a hot breath, a voice he had never heard before flowed from between his lips. Startled by his own voice, Jiwowoon gripped the blanket even tighter. But at the same time, he wanted to throw off the blanket he was hugging. Heat was pooling all over his body, and it was so very hot.

Jiwoon could not control his own body. He wanted to grab onto and cling to something, but the only thing he could get a hold of was the blanket, so even though he was suffering as if he would steam to death, he did not let go of it. He even pulled the blanket up to bury his face in it. At that sight, 1129 settled himself between Jiwoon’s legs, which were twisting and trying to escape, and gripped the reddened glans, completely covering it as if plugging the mouth of a bottle.

At that, Jiwoon’s thighs quivered. Then, he thrust his hips and waist high, as if trying to fuck 1129’s palm. But other than a clear fluid, nothing came out from the twitching tip of his penis.

“What, you can’t cum?”

1129 asked, rubbing the glans inside his palm in circles. Jiwoon, unable to come to his senses from the tidal wave of pleasure washing over him, barely managed to let go of the blanket he was clutching so hard that the veins on the back of his hand were bulging. Then, his face was revealed, flushed and with his curtain-like bangs stuck here and there with sweat.

Jiwoon clumsily thrusted his hips into the air. Each time he did, the glans would tap against 1129’s palm. The sight was so pitifully amusing that 1129 reached out and swept Jiwoon’s bangs aside. At that, Jiwoon’s vision cleared. What he saw was 1129’s face, which was strangely distinct even in the darkness.

“It’s because you use your back hole too much.”

“…”

“Look how wet my hand is. But you can’t cum. It’s because you use things like this, isn’t it?”

As 1129 said that, he waved a dildo in front of Jiwoon’s eyes. It was as if it happened in an instant, like magic, but as soon as Jiwoon saw the dildo, he immediately recognized it as his own. Although he lived alone, he had hidden it deep in a corner of his drawer, thinking that his parents might barge in at any time.

Such a secret object was being held in 1129’s hand, waving like a cheering stick. At this, Jiwoon reached out to snatch the dildo from his grasp, but it was no use.

“What can you do, when you’ve made it a habit to cum by ramming yourself with something this stupidly big. Can something this size really even fit all the way in?”

1129 easily dodged Jiwoon’s hands as they reached out here and there, and stared intently at the dildo. The dildo, a vivid pink, was made of a fairly firm silicone material. And at the end, there was a button, and when he pressed it, the dildo began to spin fiercely with a strong vibration.

Whirr, whirr. The dildo, moving with an embarrassing sound, would spin in circles and also move back and forth in a piston-like motion. At its form, 1129 scoffed as if dumbfounded and threw the dildo onto the floor. Then, as if the button was pressed, the dildo abruptly stopped moving and rolled with a clatter, hitting the wall.

Jiwoon turned his head and stared blankly at the sight. The entity that had appeared out of nowhere not only claimed to be an angel, but also offered to grant whatever he wished. Then he had spouted out stories that Jiwoon could never say with his own mouth and had left only to his imagination. This situation happening to him now was also one of those fantasies.

A picturesque face, a firm body, and a sweet voice. Every action performed by the man who had all of those things was like magic. That was why Jiwoon also felt like all of this was a dream. It was then. Startled by the sound of a zipper being undone, he quickly turned his head again.

What he saw then was 1129 taking off the suit he had been wearing, which had looked stiflingly well-fitted. He took off his jacket and unbuckled his pants. And the moment he unzipped them, his eyes met Jiwoon’s. 1129, as if to show off to the wide-eyed and startled Jiwoon, took out his penis.

At a glance, 1129’s penis, which boasted an unusual size and presence, was as impressively large as the dildo that had rolled far away. With the same damp hand that had been touching Jiwoon’s just moments before, he rubbed his own ferociously erect member and said.

“I don’t normally have one of these. I have no need for it, no use for it.”

“…”

“So why do I have this? For what purpose?”

1129 said, and slowly lowered his gaze. His blue eyes seemed to scan Jiwoon’s entire body. When his eyes finally stopped somewhere below his own penis, Jiwoon unknowingly held his breath. A strange anticipation and an erotic sensation bloomed, following the path his gaze had traveled.

At the same time, Jiwoon stared at 1129’s penis as he stroked it with his large hand. Then, he unwittingly imagined it penetrating deep inside him. Forcing open the narrow hole, his invading penis would surely press down hard on Jiwoon’s sweet spot as it pushed its head in.

Even then, a good portion of the shaft might still be left. But how wonderful would it be if it would force its way into that deep place that seemed blocked at first glance. He was too scared to do it himself, but someone else would be able to. He wished for someone to come inside so deeply that his insides would ache and sting, mercilessly, even if he cried and begged them not to, and to collapse on top of him with their full weight.

How wonderful would it be if he was suffocating and his ass felt like it would tear, but the cock that had penetrated all the way to his colon would throb, pressing against not only his sweet spot but pushing out against his entire inner walls. He would let out scream-like moans, and from his front, he would pour out something that he wouldn’t know was semen or what, and would flounder endlessly in climax.

If he told him to stop, that he can’t, but then begged him to never stop, 1129 would probably do just that. If asked why he could be so sure, he himself didn’t know. But it just felt like he would do it. As if he had experienced it before, everything was vivid. It was a strange thing.

The dizzying pleasure that filled his lower abdomen to overflowing soon coursed rapidly through his veins. Jiwoon’s stiffly erect penis bobbed on its own, and Jiwoon let out the breath he had been holding and trembled. Spurt. Semen poured out from the tip of his veiny penis, drenching his flat lower stomach.

Though no one had touched it, the tip of Jiwoon’s penis, trembling on its own, lightly touched his lower abdomen and pulled away, a sticky, cloudy white fluid stretching out like a thread before dripping down below the shaft. At the sight, 1129 narrowed his eyes. Jiwoon, unable to hold back the sudden rush of ejaculation, had let it out and then went limp with the encroaching languor, twitching in the afterglow.

“Wow… this is completely.”

“…”

“Aren’t you a pervert?”

At that moment, Jiwoon gasped and woke from the dream. The room, where morning had not yet arrived, was still dim. He had only managed to fall asleep around 3 AM, but when he checked the time on his cell phone, only an hour and a half had passed.

Of all the dreams to have, to have a dream like this. This was all because of the phone call with Seungyoon. Becoming needlessly conscious of 1129 had made even his dreams restless. His whole body was drenched in a cold sweat, and Jiwoon sat up, feeling sticky. At that moment, at the damp feeling in his nether regions, Jiwoon squeezed his eyes shut.

The content of the dream was far too vivid. It was because it was what had happened on the first night he met 1129. He didn’t know why he was having that dream again now, but one thing was for certain: the dream had caused him to have a wet dream.

“Ha, seriously…”

Jiwoon let out a short sigh and threw off the covers. Then, as he was about to get out of bed, a figure came into his vision, which had grown accustomed to the darkness. It was 1129, sitting at the edge of the bed and looking at him. The moment Jiwoon recognized his presence, he jumped in fright, pulling the blanket he had thrown off back over himself and clutching it tightly.

He was so startled he couldn’t even scream. Just like in the dream, 1129’s eyes glowed blue even in the darkness. When 1129’s eyes met Jiwoon’s, he slowly stood up and turned on the desk lamp right next to the bed. Then, 1129’s distinct form came into focus in the bright light.

“…Wi, without a sound.”

“…”

“When did you, did you get here?”

1129 did not answer Jiwoon’s question. Instead, he snatched the blanket Jiwoon was clutching tightly and yanked it away. At that, Jiwoon instinctively pulled down the t-shirt he was wearing to cover his lower half. Embarrassingly, the front of Jiwoon’s pants was still half-swollen.

“You’ve got a lot of energy. Crying and begging… it feels like you were clinging to me like that just three days ago.”

“Th, this is.”

Jiwoon’s eyes darted around as if searching for an excuse, then met 1129’s gaze. Come to think of it, it seemed there was no need to make an excuse. It was, after all, a physiological phenomenon, and perhaps it was because he was tired. It could have been because of the words that had been weighing on his mind, but he quickly erased that from his memory.

“It’s just…”

“Do you like this so much?”

“…”

“Just a few hours ago, you cried and asked me why I was angry, demanding to know the reason. And before that, you asked how you could save Im Hanbyeol.”

1129 spoke in a low voice, as if muttering, and Jiwoon, unable to readily understand his words, furrowed his brow. It was because he could not understand why such a topic was coming up now.

“I have existed for an eternity so remote that you probably cannot even fathom it. I wasn’t born from somewhere, I just existed. But in all that time, for the first time, I tried to contemplate something.”

Why was I angry? 1129 said that and blinked. After sending Egregore away, standing on the railing of the rooftop of the studio apartment, 1129 had kept thinking. He thought and thought again about what that emotion that seemed to be boiling in his chest was, no, what that thing called emotion was in the first place.

The feelings he felt when touching the crystal of memories were not quite clear, as if he were feeling them through a thin layer of cloth. No matter how much he tried to ruminate on all the things he had felt then to feel them again, he could never quite grasp them, as if he were swatting at empty air. But all of it was roughly stirring things up here and there inside his chest in a terribly raw form.

1129 did not have a heart. All the physical structures attached to him were just like that. He was a certain being, not one with a distinct body, but merely a form. Even so, it felt as if he truly had a heart.