JKA 48

Everything was stimulating to me. They were things that could not be felt just by crudely parting the inner flesh and inserting himself. In fact, that gave me no feeling at all. However, the fact that a part of my body was touching Jiwoon’s deepest place, the fact that our bare skins were touching on this narrow bed, the fact that I could smell Jiwosoun’s scent every time I breathed in and out—all of it was giving me a pleasure I had never felt before.

At that, it felt as if my lower body was ringing with a zing. My lower abdomen tickled. A desire to ravage Jiwoon’s insides more violently surged from deep within me to the top of my head. But Zeo forcefully suppressed that desire. It was solely because of the wish to see more of the sleeping Jiwoon’s face. He hoped this spine-chillingly unfamiliar tranquility would continue.

It was then. Jiwoon, who had been shifting slightly at the foreign sensation and pressure of his stomach being full, let out a pained moan and mumbled something under his breath. At this, Zeo looked at Jiwoon, staring intently at his lips. Then, as if to meet that expectation, Jiwoon parted his lips once more.

“Ze, o……”

“……”

“Stop……. Ah.”

What came from the lips of Jiwoon, who was letting out hot breaths with a flushed face, was none other than my name. In all his long years of life, it was the first time he had a name. And the one who had given him that name was none other than the Jiwoon before his eyes. Zeo felt a thrill once more at that moment. The satisfaction of Jiwoon continuously calling his name while lost in a dream was unbearable.

Zeo was always jealous of the person who appeared in Jiwoon’s dreams. That was true even if that person was himself. While he couldn’t understand why he felt that emotion, he couldn’t deny that the emotion was jealousy. That’s why he always interrogated and badgered Jiwoon. Each time, Jiwoon would say that Zeo appeared in his dreams, but saying ‘you’ appeared and calling the name ‘Zeo’ while sleeping were two different things.

Under the excuse that Jiwoon wanted sexual stimulation, Zeo always acted as he pleased with him when he was awake. If someone had to appear in a dream and touch Jiwoon, it absolutely had to be himself, but at certain moments, even that didn’t sit well with him. Various emotions intersected. So you’re saying I appear in your dreams, you’re saying you’re still being held by me even in your dreams. Zeo thought this, then squeezed his eyes shut and opened them.

“What should I stop?”

Zeo whispered softly into Jiwoon’s ear. But naturally, he could hear no answer from the sleeping Jiwoon. Knowing this full well, Zeo continued to whisper into Jiwoon’s ear.

“What on earth would be good to stop?”

“……”

“Having come this far, what is there that I can stop?”

“……”

“Hmm? Jiwoon.”

Zeo fumbled with Jiwoon’s thin chest and felt the beat of his heart, which was a little faster than before. Feeling that beat, he had the illusion that his own heart, which didn’t even exist, was beating.

Jiwoon, who had arrived at school earlier than usual, put his bag on a seat in the very back of the empty classroom and sat down, frowning. The foreign sensation in his lower body still remained. When he opened his eyes, he had shuddered at the feeling of his insides being completely full. He wondered if it was a dream, but it wasn’t that either.

He had greeted a dazzling morning, but Zeo’s weapon-like penis was still nestled inside him. His body, which had been thoroughly tormented in the bathroom last night, was screaming silently. It was as limp as water-logged cotton and felt so heavy it was as if it would sink through the floor at any moment. Every sensation he felt from his body was vivid, and at the same time unbelievable, making Jiwoon’s head spin.

The boundary between where the wet dream began and ended, and where reality began, was ambiguous. So, he’d had a wet dream while sleeping, and in a daze, he had run into the bathroom and masturbated, and Zeo, who heard the sound, had ignored his pleas to pretend he didn’t know and barged in. The sex had been persistent, and from the midpoint on, he had no memory.

But when he woke up, as if to prove that everything had been real, Zeo’s penis was inserted in his rear for all to see. It felt like a declaration that he wouldn’t be able to ignore everything that had happened last night, and Jiwoon’s face had flushed bright red.

‘I am here because I want to be.’

As soon as he recalled the words Zeo had said, his lower body tensed up completely. He had clenched his rear tightly without realizing it, and at the same time, his lower parts, which had been tormented all night, had reacted. His rear was extremely sore, but he had once again reached a light climax from Zeo’s deeply inserted member.

He could feel Zeo’s body behind his back. Both he and Zeo were naked, their bodies pressed together. There was no way Zeo would do something like sleep. So he must have been lying there with his eyes wide open the entire time until he woke up. And just as he expected, when Jiwoon started to slowly move his ass to try and pull out the inserted penis, Zeo had lightly thrust his hips up.

Jiwoon’s eyes had flown open at the sensation of his insides being stimulated again, and he shuddered. Zeo pulled Jiwoon tightly into his arms and murmured in a low voice by his ear, asking where he was running off to. The languidly drawling tone was too obscene to hear so early in the morning. At this, Jiwoon had moved his hand down to grab Zeo’s wantonly moving pelvis and repeatedly pushed it away. But the more Jiwoon pushed, the rougher the movements became.

Zeo, tightly hugging Jiwoon who was moaning with a completely hoarse voice, ruthlessly churned the inner flesh that had been loosened by the long insertion. As he did so, with his head thrown all the way back and panting, he lightly grasped his nape with one hand, then moved it down to caress Jiwoon’s erect penis.

It was cute, how his lower parts, despite having shot so much semen he was on the verge of pissing himself, had frankly reared its head as if to say good morning. Lightly overpowering the flailing Jiwoon in his arms, he tickled the sensitive tip of his glans with his fingertips. It was a light movement, as if playing a piano.

Eventually, as if frustrated by the shallow thrusts into the side-lying Jiwoon, Zeo abruptly flipped him onto his stomach on the bed, climbed on top, and began to pound into him roughly, putting his weight into it. Jiwoon buried his face in the pillow and let out sobs that sounded like crying. That act had continued until almost right before he left the house.

Jiwoon, with a red, flushed face as if he had heatstroke, recalled what had just happened and then slumped over onto his desk. His body was still in a heated state from the sticky lovemaking. It wasn’t just his body; his mind was, too. Whenever he begged, saying that was enough now, please let me go, Zeo would always arouse him with vulgar words.

For example, things like that. Saying things like, don’t pretend you’re not into it when you’re the one who got turned on because you like it so much and pounced, or shutting him up by saying, cut the crap. In reality, Jiwoon loved how his mind and body would melt away from the pleasure that rushed in to a maddening degree. It was true that he would act coy while loving it to death. Because he really felt like he would die from pleasure.

But today, he hadn’t done that. To be honest, it wasn’t that he was being coy because he felt like he would die from pleasure. It was because he really felt like he was going to die. He was pushed so mercilessly that he was gasping for breath, to the point where his mind was coming and going. Thinking he couldn’t go on like this, he had pushed him away, but then Zeo, uncharacteristically, had clung to him, saying, just a little more.

It wasn’t the kind of sex where he seemed to corner a person by touching only the places he felt pleasure, as if unnecessary contact was not needed. Zeo had literally bitten and sucked on his entire body. As proof, when he had barely escaped Zeo’s embrace as if running away, fled to the bathroom, and stood in front of the mirror, Jiwoon had been horrified.

From his upper body to his lower body, he was a complete mess, as if he had been bitten by all sorts of bugs. His body, covered in bruises and bite marks, felt so unfamiliar, as if it weren’t his own. There was literally no place where Zeo’s traces were not left. The months passed, and as summer approached, the weather grew even hotter. Despite that, Jiwoon couldn’t possibly wear a short-sleeved shirt. It was because he felt that if he wore a loose t-shirt, the marks all over his body would be seen by others.

The funny thing was himself, tracing and checking each and every one of those marks with his fingers. The reflection of himself in the mirror had a satisfied expression, the corners of his mouth slyly turned up. He was like a madman. But wasn’t it understandable? He was a being who had gone along with the sticky lovemaking as he pleased, as if to soothe him with the sentiment of just saving a person first.

Zeo was not human. While he felt that Zeo acted excessively human-like, Jiwoon guessed that he was actually just pretending. He could fake his facial expressions convincingly, but he couldn’t do the same with the look in his eyes. Jiwoon sometimes felt that his gaze was cold and chilly. It was natural, since Zeo always found him incomprehensible, and yet acted as if he were just going along with him.

Such a person had clung to him to a sickening degree. It was almost like a child’s whining. If that was a new method he had devised to save him, it was to the point of being creepy. But he was not a being who would utter words he didn’t mean. He could perform actions he didn’t mean, but he didn’t say such words. At least, the Zeo that Jiwoon knew was like that.

“Hah……”

Jiwoon let out a long breath like a sigh and raised his head. Zeo was someone who could get an erection whenever he wanted and could even shoot something akin to semen. He knew that Zeo didn’t feel any sexual pleasure from their relationship. Because Zeo had told him so, several times.

But today’s Zeo was different. As if he had some unfulfilled desire, he had repeatedly thrust his penis, which couldn’t even ejaculate, into him, demanding that long session of lovemaking, saying, just a little more, just a little more.

Jiwoon rubbed his flushed cheeks vigorously, trying to erase that excruciatingly sweet voice. He desperately tried to swallow the perverted smile that was spreading and erase the image of Zeo’s face shimmering before his eyes. It felt like he would misunderstand. No, Zeo was acting as if it was fine to misunderstand. At this rate, he had no choice but to believe that Zeo liked him. Jiwoon didn’t know whether that was right or not. There was something like an uncrossable river between Zeo and him, and now that he had strode across it alone, it was inevitable that he would be confused.