NANOM Ch 27

Jihyuk’s gaze swept over my appearance and the deplorable state of the entrance. Yet, even so, there was no sign of panic in his demeanor. The curve of his lips was nothing but composed.

“Haha… Teacher, what’s all this?”

He let out a small chuckle. There was a bitter smile mixed into his tone, as if he found it absurd. Rubbing his face slowly with one hand, Jihyuk laughed again.

“Is this, like, some real dog-like behavior…?”

Standing at the doorway, Jihyuk criticized me in a languid voice. Tilting his head slightly to one side, his gaze—looking at me as if I were pathetic—was sharp enough even without any effort. Raising my tear-streaked face toward him, I stammered out an apology.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I… messed up. I was just… too desperate, and I couldn’t…”

I might get slapped. And for good reason—most of Jihyuk’s shoes were soaked in my urine. They were probably expensive, too. Or perhaps he’d humiliate me with biting words. What kind of punishment would I face? Whatever it was, I just hoped he wouldn’t open that door and walk out again…

“I see.”

But, whispering softly, Jihyuk unexpectedly gave me a gentle smile. The moment I saw that smile, the fragile wall holding my emotions together came crashing down with a loud collapse.

“I… I messed up…”

“…”

“So… don’t leave… please, don’t leave…”

The sobs I had suppressed burst out in a wail. I cried uncontrollably, thrashing to cling to Jihyuk with my naked, filthy body. But my bound hands made it nearly impossible. My heart melted with desperation.

Jihyuk didn’t recoil from me, despite my filth. He showed no signs of irritation or disgust. Instead, he gently stroked my head and asked in a caring tone.

“Alright. I won’t leave. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”

His long, warm fingers kindly wiped the tears from my eyes. His unexpected kindness made my sobs grow even louder. Nodding desperately, I wailed as if in mourning.

“Did you think about me a lot?”

“Yeah, so much… sob… only you… I only thought of you.”

“You only wanted to see me?”

“Yeah… just you. So much… really…”

Like someone whose language had regressed, I could only repeat one-dimensional answers to his words. Whatever Jihyuk said was absolutely correct. I didn’t even dare to contradict him.

“Still, how could you make a mess like this at the entrance? Even a dog wouldn’t do this.”

“Sob… I’m sorry… I messed up…”

His gentle voice didn’t miss the chance to reproach me. But as I apologized through tears, Jihyuk smiled forgivingly and patted me. He seemed quite satisfied with my unconditional submission.

“Well, since it looks like you’ve reflected a lot, I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Thank… sob… thank you.”

“You won’t think about anyone else in front of me anymore, right?”

“No… never, absolutely… no one…”

My chest trembled as if in a fit. But I was no longer sad or anxious. Seeing Jihyuk’s kindness, a sense of stability washed over me like a tide. I was completely intoxicated by the kindness he bestowed, as if granting a favor after pushing me to the very edge.

Jihyuk untied the ropes around my hands and neck. The moment they came loose with a snap, a sharp, tingling sensation rushed through my hands. Looking at the red, deeply marked neck and wrists, Jihyuk clicked his tongue.

“That’s gonna bruise. Must hurt.”

Despite his words, his tone didn’t sound particularly sympathetic. Lifting me lightly, Jihyuk carried me to the bathroom, stood me up, and gave me a quick shower. I stood there like someone incapable of doing anything, simply receiving his touch.

After drying me with a towel and dressing me in soft, fresh clothes, Jihyuk brought me water and fed it to me. Like feeding a baby, he tilted the cup himself, and I, kneeling between his legs on the sofa, drank eagerly in submission.

It was impossibly sweet. The reward of submission. And the presence of Jihyuk, who had abandoned me and then returned.

“You must’ve cried a lot. So pretty.”

Jihyuk lightly kissed my reddened eyes. Kiss, kiss—his sweet kisses spread across my face, to my forehead, nose, and cheeks. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my neck. His hard tongue thrust roughly into my mouth.

“Mmph… ugh…”

“Open your mouth wider.”

“Okay…”

“Good boy. You must’ve really reflected.”

Praising me for obediently opening my mouth, Jihyuk smiled with his eyes. Looking at his face pressing into mine with tear-filled eyes, I felt an overwhelming sense of stability.

I was no longer bound. And Jihyuk was by my side.

That was enough. I had no room to care about or want anything else.

“Let’s see how well you listen.”

Ending the long kiss, Jihyuk pulled his lips away slightly. A sticky thread stretched between our lips before snapping. Pressing his forehead warmly against mine, he grinned playfully.

“Touch yourself. Stroke your dick.”

His tone, smiling kindly as he gave the order, was warm and gentle. Like a robot receiving a command, I immediately stood and quickly stripped off my pants. The fresh pants Jihyuk had put on me fell to the floor with a thud. My disgusting body, exposed all day, was laid bare again.

Without any hesitation, I pulled out my penis in front of him. Jihyuk smiled brightly at the sight.

“You used to freak out at the mere suggestion of this. You’ve gotten so much prettier.”

Hearing Jihyuk’s words, I tried to recall hazy memories. When had I felt shame at such words?

Come to think of it, I used to have no tolerance for crude or vulgar remarks. I probably would’ve glared at Jihyuk with embarrassment or disbelief, as he said.

But now, something in me seemed broken. I didn’t feel any shame at all. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that some overwhelming emotion was blocking the shame from crawling up from the depths.

All that mattered to me now was that Jihyuk had returned to take care of me. If he tied me up here and left again, I truly felt like I’d die. That was the only thing I feared.

I slowly brought my hand to my penis. Still soft and unaroused, I held it carefully in my palm and began to roll it. Soon, I applied gentle pressure, starting to caress it.

But no matter how much I rubbed, it wouldn’t harden. My mind grew increasingly anxious and urgent. If I couldn’t do what Jihyuk commanded properly… If he got disappointed in me… If he coldly muttered that I hadn’t learned my lesson and walked out…

The faster and harder my heartbeat pounded, the more my penis shrank. Biting my lip until I tasted blood, I moved my hand faster, harder, but it remained limp.

“Teacher.”

Jihyuk tilted his head, sounding bored.

“What are you doing?”

His snake-like eyes openly scanned my exposed lower body and penis. Under his cold gaze, my heart shrank smaller and smaller until it felt invisible. In a trembling voice, I pleaded.

“J-just… just wait a second… I can do it…”

My racing heartbeat spread unpleasantly through my body. I rubbed the small, soft shaft, stroking it up and down. But no matter how much I stimulated it, not even a hint of arousal surfaced. At this rate, I wouldn’t even get hard, let alone finish.

I glanced at Jihyuk, my expression on the verge of tears.

“J-Jihyuk… I…”

“What? Can’t do it? Don’t like being told to do this?”

“N-no, that’s not it… It’s not that…”

The more flustered I got, the less I could speak properly. Shaking my head frantically, I didn’t even notice how badly I was stammering. My pathetic, exposed lower body remained unchanged.

“It’s not that… I… I want to… but it’s not working…”

I muttered in a tearful, dazed voice. What would Jihyuk say now? As I waited for his response, cold sweat kept seeping from my palms, and I clenched and unclenched my fists, watching his expression.

But Jihyuk suddenly burst into loud laughter. Whatever was so funny about my words, his cold expression melted into amusement.

“Haha… so cute. You want to, but it’s not working?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Are you even a man? Our teacher can’t even jerk off properly—what do we do?”

He didn’t seem disappointed or angry. That was a relief beyond words. As long as he wasn’t mad, I didn’t care if he mocked me. Glancing nervously at him, I stood there, clutching my still-soft penis, at a loss.

“What should we do, then?”

Jihyuk, leaning back on the sofa, asked leisurely. In a timid voice, I stammered a request.

“…If you could… help me… that’d be nice…”

It was a plea I could only make because he seemed to be in a good mood. I was terrified of being scolded for failing to do the one thing he asked of me so soon after his return.

But, surprisingly, Jihyuk didn’t criticize me. He readily extended his hand, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me close.

“Alright. Come closer.”

“Mmph… ugh…”

“Gotta come closer if you want me to touch your dick.”

Jihyuk spread his legs wide and pulled me onto one of his thighs, like holding a child. He pushed away my hand covering my pathetic penis and grabbed the shaft himself.

His familiar warmth enveloped my penis completely. The shrunken organ was practically buried in his large hand, barely visible.

The moment his dry, hot hand made contact, a jolt shot through my lower abdomen. Jihyuk’s hand, with absurd speed, made my soft, small penis harden.

The now rigid, elongated shaft twitched incessantly in his grip. Each time his skilled, familiar hand rubbed and stroked, moans spilled uncontrollably from my mouth.

“Ahh, ha, ugh…!”

The moans were startlingly loud. I tried to cover my mouth in shock, but Jihyuk’s mind-numbing touch made it impossible. It had been months since he’d taken and claimed me. When it came to sex, Jihyuk knew my body better than I did.

“Ah, ugh, w-wait, just a second… ah…!”

Clutching his wrist with both hands, I pleaded, almost crying. The sensation of release was building at an absurdly fast pace. Just a bit more, and I’d really finish.

But at that moment, Jihyuk let go of my penis.

“That’s enough, right? Now do it yourself.”

The sensation that had surged to my throat fizzled out, leaving a deep sense of longing. I looked at his smirking face with teary, resentful eyes, but he insisted on standing me up in front of him. In the end, I stood before him like a student awaiting a test inspection.

With no other choice, I moved my hand again in front of Jihyuk, who sat leisurely watching me. I grabbed my rigid, leaking penis, still warm from his touch.

As I masturbated, Jihyuk lifted my shirt and stuffed it into my mouth. Biting down on the fabric forced between my lips, my stomach and chest were fully exposed. Even in this humiliating state, I mechanically continued moving my hand.

Thankfully, the arousal Jihyuk had stoked kept my penis alive. Strangely, under his sharp, leisurely gaze scanning my body, a creeping sense of excitement began to rise.

But pleasure didn’t come alone. Like a weight chained to my ankle, it dragged along a heavy emotion. The thrill and ache in my gut were shadowed by a sobering clarity.

As the relief of Jihyuk’s return peeled away, I began to see my disgusting self. I was a hopeless fool, panting and feeling pleasure while masturbating in front of someone. As Jihyuk always said, only a filthy slut could get aroused in a situation like this.

Despite the crushing guilt, my body was honest. After just a few strokes, my vision flickered. Biting the shirt in my mouth, my hips trembled as I reached climax.

“Ugh, mmph, ha…!”

My straining hips and thighs quivered with spasms. The shirt in my mouth was soaked with saliva, but I didn’t dare let go of the fabric Jihyuk had placed there.

Soon, white, cloudy liquid spurted everywhere. Instinctively stepping back as it flew toward Jihyuk, I was stopped by his firm arm. With his arm wrapped around my waist, he pulled my body toward him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He spoke leisurely, smiling with his eyes. The ejaculate splattered onto his clothes, neck, jaw, and lips. But Jihyuk, unfazed, stuck out his tongue and licked the semen off his lips. With a satisfied hum, he looked like a sated predator.

“Good job.”

His hand reached out, fondling my waist and hips, before he spoke again.

“Now beg for my dick. Make it cute.”

His playful gaze gleamed at me. Unable to resist, I lowered my eyes and muttered the learned words in a small voice.

“…Jihyuk, please… fuck my hole with your dick…”

Unlike before, there was no hesitation or faltering. With a languid smile, Jihyuk patted his thigh.

“Alright. I’ll give you my dick, so climb on and fuck yourself with it.”

Still dazed from the lingering climax, I looked at Jihyuk but moved without delay. Kneeling before him, I carefully grabbed his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. Sitting atop his firm, bulging thighs, I grasped his large, erect penis and slowly lowered my hips.

The tip plunged into my hole in one swift motion. His precise, practiced touch was flawless. But the tight fullness inside me was something I could never get used to. A gasp caught in my throat.

“Ugh, ha, mmph…”

My breaths came out in jagged fragments. My stomach trembled on its own. Seeing me tear up from the strain, Jihyuk grinned playfully.

“You know you look really good like this, Teacher?”

“Ah, sob, ugh, Jihyuk…”

“Struggling with my dick like this…”

Speaking innocently, he thrust his hips up sharply with a thud.

“Ahh! Ah!”

“Taking it so well… you’re really cute.”

His words broke with his thrusts, but they carried a smile. Pierced by his massive size, I clutched my abdomen, barely holding on. After a couple more thrusts, Jihyuk stopped his teasing, relaxed his thighs, and leaned back leisurely.

“I’ve opened you up, so move now.”

“Ugh, ha… okay…”

Nodding, the tears in my eyes rolled down my cheeks. Lifting my trembling thighs, I gritted my teeth and lowered my hips. With a thud, his shaft plunged deep, sparking an indescribable sensation like fireworks in my gut.

“Ah! Ah, argh…”

“Faster.”

No matter how much I groaned, he showed no mercy. Following his command, I struggled to speed up, slamming my hips down.

My trembling thighs strained and relaxed repeatedly. His hot shaft was swallowed deep before sliding out, scraping my inner walls blatantly. Each time, a strange heat bloomed inside me.

The sound of flesh slapping filled the room. The growing sensation within me, as always, brought guilt along with it. My slowing hips caused Jihyuk’s brow to furrow slightly.

Bored of watching me, Jihyuk began thrusting his hips up. Thud, thud—his rough, precise movements repeated. The thick tip, which had been grazing the edge of my sensitive spot, suddenly hit it dead-on. My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open.

“Ugh, ha… ah, Jihyuk, ah…”

Jihyuk’s short, hot exhale followed. He was endlessly sensitive to the sounds I made during sex. His shallow, obsessive thrusts targeted the swollen, sensitive spot relentlessly. Feeling his penis fully, tears welled up again. The sounds I made were clearly different from cries of pain.

“Jihyuk, ah! Ah! Ha, aah!”

Gripping my hips with crushing force, Jihyuk thrust with a ferocity unmatched by before. My moans turned to screams, my eyes rolling back. Saliva pooled in my mouth and dripped down my chin.

His thighs, pressing against my hips, felt as hard as stone. Jihyuk’s low, rough groans, thick with lust, sent chills through me, as if he were grabbing my insides and shaking them.

His relentless shaft pried and stretched my inner walls. Amid the overwhelming sensations, his hard, hot length violently struck a deep, sensitive spot. My entire body shuddered as if electrocuted.

“Ah, ah… ah…”

My vision went white. Stars seemed to spark in my sight. I couldn’t even scream properly. A ringing beeeep filled my ears, and my body collapsed backward, but Jihyuk’s firm hand caught my back.

Blinking frantically to regain my senses in the white haze, I realized my body was trembling as if in a seizure.

“Ah… ah…?”

A dazed sound escaped my lips. Then I saw it—a stream of liquid shooting from my penis.

The clear, transparent fluid arced high in the air. It didn’t stop, leaking endlessly as if I were incontinent. It felt completely different from my earlier climax.

Trembling uncontrollably, I stared at the sight in a daze. I’d already wet myself before Jihyuk arrived, and now I’d done it again in front of him.

The brief silence felt like eternal shame.

Soon, a pfft broke the quiet. Tears rolled down my blurred vision, and I saw Jihyuk’s face. My hips, twitching as if shocked by electricity, seemed to beg for more.

“Haha… seriously.”

Laughing as if exasperated, Jihyuk raised an eyebrow. He roughly grabbed my still-trembling hips, his grip merciless enough to leave marks.

“What do I do with this slut?”

“Ah, ugh!”

“Huh? What do I do with our slutty teacher?”

His clear, smiling face, lightly damp with sweat, exuded a purely masculine aura. Staring at me, Jihyuk spat out ruthless words.

“Teacher, you just squirted. You know that? Not piss.”

“…W-what…?”

“Only real sluts who feel it this much do that.”

With those words, his hand reached out and gripped my shaft tightly. Struggling to emerge from the deep afterglow, I was hit with his harsh humiliation as his hand began to move. Thrown back into unwelcome pleasure, I twisted my hips, but his relentless grip felt like it might rip my penis off, leaving me unable to push him away.

“Ah, ah! Please, ah! Not now, aah…!”

“So good, huh? Damn, a guy who can’t even jerk off properly but squirts like a dog when his ass gets fucked…”

Shaking my soaked penis with wet, squelching sounds, Jihyuk let go and grabbed both my arms tightly, pinning me in place. From that restrained position, he began thrusting his hips hard again.

“Ah, Jihyuk, wait! Please, I… I messed up, aah!”

I clung tightly to Jihyuk’s neck, wailing and shaking my head. If it had just been mockery, I could have endured it silently, but the playful, forceful thrusts of his hips made it unbearable. Even after spilling liquid moments ago, an overwhelming sensation, like fireworks exploding, surged inside me again.

“I messed up… sob… I messed up. Please, stop…! Ah! Ugh… Ah!”

“You used to lose your damn mind over this… but, fuck, even this looks pretty now…”

His low voice broke into fragments. His damp breath clung to my ear. Hot lips enveloped my earlobe, biting sharply. A stinging pain in my ear coincided with a dull ache in my stomach. As he obsessively chewed and sucked on my ear, Jihyuk let out a sticky laugh.

“What do I do, Jeonghyun? I’m in deep trouble.”

“Mmph, ha, ugh, please, stop there…”

“Because of you, I’ve turned into a complete idiot. How are you gonna take responsibility?”

His words, meant to mock me, were too wet and heavy. Like filthy paper, soaked and clinging to a surface. The sincerity seeping into his tone, even amidst the chaos, left me flustered.

But I didn’t have time to dwell on those feelings. Jihyuk, pinning my wrists together behind my back and thrusting his hips, seemed less intent on satisfying his own desires and more focused on utterly exhausting me.

The occasional groans or curses that slipped through his teeth were chillingly low. I couldn’t tell if Jihyuk, who seemed so engrossed in the act, was angry or overly aroused.

His sweat-soaked, piercing gaze was fixed solely on me, unwavering. His sharp stare felt suffocating, and no matter how I turned my head or closed my eyes, he tormented me until I was crying, surrendering, and forced to meet his gaze.

“Ah, ah! Jihyuk, ha, ah!”

“Open your eyes and look properly. Fuck… you’re squirting again.”

As he said, when I opened my eyes while frantically shaking on top of him, something was inevitably spurting from the tip of my penis. Sometimes it was a thin liquid like before, other times a diluted semen.

The relentless waves of pleasure were so intense I thought I might pass out. I did lose consciousness a few times, letting out scream-like moans, but the rough thrusting deep inside me startled me awake each time.

The act repeated endlessly, like a nightmare that would never end. While I endured his movements, twisting like a broken scarecrow, Jihyuk suddenly stopped everything at once.

“…Ah…?”

Trembling with the lingering aftershocks, I blinked dazedly. It took a few seconds for my vision to clear. Jihyuk grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze downward.

“Look at this.”

In that position, he spread my legs wide. My forced gaze fell on the sight of my body, engulfing his thick penis. Even though Jihyuk had completely stopped moving, my swollen, red hole twitched and clenched repeatedly.

“Look at how you’re begging for dick like a slut. This is your body, Teacher. Got it?”

His calm voice, making that assertion, buzzed in my ears. This was my body. My slutty body, begging for a man’s dick… Blinking slowly, I nodded faintly. I no longer had the strength to argue with Jihyuk.

“From now on, you’ll have to move if you want my dick.”

“…Ah…”

“Move yourself and make yourself come. Like you are now.”

Jihyuk’s whispered command immediately took absolute control, compelling me to move. With a tear-streaked face, struggling to stay upright on his lap, I slowly lifted my thighs. Then, aligning my hole with his hard, thick shaft, I sank down with a thud.

In that moment, an intense, electric sensation struck my insides. Unbelievably, it was almost identical to the violent pleasure Jihyuk had been giving me until now. No, it was exactly the same.

As if possessed, I repeatedly lifted my thighs, pulling out his thick penis and plunging it back in. Each time the tip of his hard, thick shaft hit my insides, all stray thoughts vanished, replaced by overwhelming pleasure.

“Ah, ah! Ah!”

“Feels good? Fuck, it feels that good?”

“Yeah! Ah, so good, ah! So good!”

Drool spilled from my slack, gaping mouth. Before I knew it, I was screaming hoarsely on Jihyuk’s lap, shouting how good it felt. Moving my hips myself, I greedily devoured his penis. My hole, as if designed solely to take a man’s cock, craved Jihyuk more and more.

Another stream of liquid leaked from the tip of my penis. There was nothing left to release, only clear fluid dribbling out. Each time I bounced relentlessly, tiny droplets from my penis splashed onto Jihyuk’s already-soaked chest and my stomach. I wailed on top of him until my trembling thighs gave out completely and I collapsed.

“Good job.”

A sweet kiss, along with praise, landed on my forehead as I slumped like a corpse. But instead of rest, what followed was more pleasure. Jihyuk’s penis thrust in suddenly, spilling hot liquid inside me.

“Since I’ve wrung you out so much, I’ll fill you back up.”

His whispering voice was low and hoarse with complete satisfaction. Smiling faintly with a distorted expression, I closed my eyes with a thud.

The overwhelming pleasure was akin to an abyss. Even if it destroyed one of my organs, in that moment, it felt worth it. That kind of pleasure didn’t just break me—it swallowed me whole.