NON 5

Dogeon looked at the pussy flesh stretching along with his thing and said in a playful voice. Every time the hole fluttered, the red inner flesh came into view. The man who stared at it put a cigarette in his mouth and said.

“Since when have you had a pussy?”

Yeongin, who had regained his senses a bit late, hurriedly put his clothes back on and bit his lips tightly. He put on his underwear and pants and pulled down the sweater that had rolled up.

“I asked since when you’ve had it.”

“Ah, it’s none of your business.”

Yeongin, with his eyes narrowed, raised his body and climbed down from the bed. Aheuk, as his body bent forward because his legs had lost their strength, he hurriedly put strength into his thighs and stood upright.

Dogeon, who had been sitting leaning against the bed and puffing on the filter until then, scanned Yeongin from head to toe, who was still bearing the full marks of their intimacy, and opened his mouth.

“From now on, sell it only to me.”

“…What?”

“Your pussy. You’re only to spread it for me. I hate the idea of sharing a hole with other bastards.”

Dogeon, who looked down at Yeongin with a crooked face, furrowed his brow as he saw him biting his lips tightly.

“Don’t you understand? I’m saying let’s be sex partners or whatever. I’ll give you five million won a month.”

Yeongin glared at Dogeon, who was casually blowing out white smoke with a calm face, and dug his nails deep into his palms. It was his first time having sex. Even if he had done it with his hands or mouth, he had never done penetration before. Dogeon was his first for both kissing and having an organ enter him below.

After taking him by force when he said he didn’t want to, a sex partner? Yeongin’s eyes grew hot, and something surged up from inside him as he shouted at him.

“I hate it! I, won’t, do that with you….”

“What?”

The brow of Dogeon, who was holding a cigarette, twisted savagely. Fuck, does this mean he’s going to keep sucking other bastards’ cocks?

Yeongin crouched his body with a terrified face as the man who was bigger than him stood up. But he didn’t want to do this ever again. He didn’t want to sell his body, either.

When he put strength into his lower parts, the man’s semen leaked out stickily from between his parted buttocks. Yeongin bit the inside of his mouth at the miserable and shameful reality.

“I, I’ll cancel the tutoring. Study, study hard from now on.”

In his heart, he wanted to slap Dogeon’s cheek, but if the man decided to be malicious and go around telling strange stories, Yeongin would be the one in trouble.

Yeongin shuddered, recalling the time after he had sucked someone else’s genitals for the first time, when strange rumors had spread. It was when Yeongin, having turned his head with a frightened face, hurried to take a step away.

“Contact me if you change your mind, teacher.”

The moment he had twisted his face, the man’s expression turned relaxed in an instant. His unreadable attitude made Yeongin’s heart churn with anxiety. Yeongin swallowed dryly, trying to erase his anxiety, and turned his body.

The sound of the man laughing softly came from behind his back. Yeongin, gripping the doorknob tightly, escaped from Dogeon’s room as if fleeing. Having passed through the long hallway and out of the luxury villa just like when he first arrived, he turned his head as if to avoid the reflection of himself in the mirror.

Yeongin, who returned home while dragging his heavy body, frowned as he looked down at his ruined underwear and pants. He threw the things soaked with the man’s semen and his own arousal fluid into the sink. As he rubbed the clothes hard with soap, he squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again.

“I’m crazy….”

He should have pushed him away harder, but it was as if he were possessed, and he couldn’t do it. Besides….

Yeongin twitched below as he recalled the stimulation he felt when Dogeon’s organ had ravaged his insides. In his 22 years of living, that was the first time he had ever felt anything like that. He had always lived believing that touching his genitals recklessly was a taboo.

In particular, he had been taught that he always had to be more careful because he had a body different from other people. Yeongin lowered his head, recalling what his late mother had always told him.

“Right. There won’t be a second time…. This was just an accident.”

With trembling hands, Yeongin hurriedly washed his pants, underwear, and his lower parts with cold water. He came out of the bathroom with a complicated expression on his face, not having foreseen what would happen to him in the future.

🍇🌊

“By the next class, solve everything from here to page 50. And since I’ll send you the collection of predicted past exam questions for Seoyeon High School that I organized separately, could you give me your email address?”

Yeongin, who had pulled his old laptop out of his bag, rummaged through the bag to find his USB drive.

“Teacher?”

The student, who had handed him his email address written in a notebook, found Yeongin with his face turned deathly pale and called out to him.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Just a moment.”

Flustered, Yeongin took all the items out of his bag to look for the USB, but he couldn’t find it anywhere. He had deliberately attached a frog-shaped doll to the end so that if he dropped it anywhere, he would be able to find it easily.

Thinking that he had lost all the material he had made by cutting back on his sleep, his heart felt like it had dropped to the floor. Curling his trembling fingertips, he stared at the student calling him and pulled up his lips into an awkward, forced smile.

“Sorry. I think I left it at home, so I’ll send you an email and text you later.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Right. Good job today, too.”

With that, Yeongin finished the class, left the building, and headed hurriedly to his studio apartment. As soon as he entered his house, without even putting his bag down, he searched every nook and cranny of his desk and the clothes he had worn. However, the USB drive was nowhere to be seen. His vision went dark, and his legs felt like they were giving way.

Rrr….

The phone in his pocket rang softly. In Yeongin’s eyes as he entered his message box, he saw the USB drive hanging from the familiar doll.

Rrr….

Is this yours?

At the message that arrived right after, Yeongin tried to check the recipient, but it was an unsaved number. Who is it? Where on earth did I drop this?

But it wasn’t the time to be questioning that now. Yeongin moved his fingers hurriedly, entered his message, and sent it.

Yes, it is. But who is this? I’ll go pick it up right now.

Thump, thump. He was waiting, wondering what to do if a reply didn’t come, but an unexpected person’s name appeared on the screen.

It’s Han Dogeon. If you want to find it, come to my house now.

“Ah…. No, it can’t be…….”

Memories he had been trying to force himself to forget scattered and ravaged his brain. Yeongin, who bit his lip hard, squeezed his eyes shut and opened them, feeling his lower parts, which had not yet healed even though four days had already passed.

Why on earth did I have to drop that at Dogeon’s house? Letting out a deep sigh, he clenched his fist as he recalled what happened a few days ago, when he had run away in such a hurry.

I’m sorry, but could you send it by courier? Or if you leave it in front of the door, I’ll take care of it myself.

He wanted to avoid meeting Dogeon again. Yeongin knew the difference in strength between them. Please, let the answer be that he agrees. He hoped he would have no more dealings with the man. Even though he clasped his hands together and prayed for something he rarely did, the reply that came back was not what Yeongin had wanted.

Why would I do that? I guess it’s not that necessary of an item? Then just throw it away.

It seemed he had no intention of returning it willingly. Grit, biting his lip, he looked down at the message from Dogeon and thought for a moment. He could make it again if he had to, but the problem was that he didn’t have much time.

This week, in addition to preparing for a certification exam, he had to make predicted exam questions for Hyeonhwa Girls’ High School, so he didn’t have any spare time. Letting out a long sigh, Yeongin had no choice but to write in the message window.

…I got it. I’m coming now.

With that, Yeongin, who had raised his head with a long sigh and stared into the mirror, swept his hand over his face. Praying that please, nothing would happen, and that it would just pass by quietly.