HACKED 111

‘I wonder if this bastard thinks sex is some kind of game where you win by turning the other person’s clothes into rags first.’

It was an absurd thought, but not entirely outside the realm of possibility. At any rate, if things continued like this, it looked like even my underwear would end up getting wrecked as if I’d been hit by a continuous combo of “payoen payoen payoen”….

“Wait a second! Time. Time.”

“Why.”

Snap.

Just how fast were his hands? In the time it took to give that short reply, San Gun had already half-torn the buttons off my pants. Desolate-looking threads dangled loosely.

‘At this rate, he’s just going to rip the zipper, too.’

A sense of crisis surged. I hurriedly overlapped my hand on top of the back of his.

“Why am I the only one stripping? Let me have some eye candy, too.”

That was the excuse I managed to throw out in my haste. But I couldn’t think of any other way to protect my precious pants from those merciless hands.

“Ah, eye candy? You should’ve just said so if that’s what you wanted.”

Surprisingly, however, this excuse worked.

San Gun gave a smirk and immediately took off his own clothes. He didn’t do anything like teasing the viewer by unnecessarily stalling. With brisk movements, the buttons were opened and the hem of his black shirt was pushed aside.

I was a bit pissed off that he took his own clothes off perfectly fine while he’d made a mess of mine, but the moment I saw his exposed bare torso, those thoughts vanished completely.

Slightly tanned skin, and an Adam’s apple protruding in the middle of his straight neck. Thick collarbones spanned across his broad shoulders. Below that were a firm chest and well-defined abs.

It was a body like the Idea of a beautiful male physique. I don’t have much expertise in art, but I could be certain of one thing: if this body were made into a statue exactly as it was, it would become a masterpiece that remains in human history forever.

“Wow, that’s killer… urp.”

I accidentally let out a vulgar exclamation before quickly stopping myself. ‘Wow, that’s killer’? It was a remark that made me want to bite my tongue the moment I said it.

He unbuckled his pants and lowered the zipper, responding nonchalantly.

“Yeah. It’s fucking killer, isn’t it? I know.”

“……”

“Why did you stop talking? Praise me more.”

Since he was being so blatant about it, my desire to praise him vanished instantly.

Whether I felt reluctant or not, the incident of San Gun’s surprise strip show being provided infinitely from a front-row seat continued. Once he shed his pants like a snake shedding its skin, only his underwear remained. Black underwear made of elastic material revealed the silhouette of his lower body exactly as it was.

I could see the silhouette of the iliac bone protruding sharply above the waistband. And the thick thing stretching from his groin toward his left thigh was, well, presumably that. His body is already so great, is there a need for that to be so big too? It’s a total case of over-setting.

This was the first time I had properly seen San Gun’s naked body. The last time we rolled around, only I had been stripped bare while he had stayed fully dressed. I could have guessed his body was good just from his appearance, but seeing it in person was something else entirely.

For some reason, my mouth went dry. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

‘Honestly… it’s hot.’

If you don’t find that body hot, you’re not human. You’re either a block of wood or a bodhisattva.

Indecent fantasies flickered through my head. What would it feel like to put my tongue on that healthy-colored skin? What if I pressed my entire palm against that muscle-filled chest? What if I dug my fingernails into his forearm? And going down further below that….

“You asked for eye candy, and you had a reason after all.”

He lightly nudged between my legs. I flinched much more than necessary. Before I knew it, blood had rushed down there, and it was standing tall enough to be obvious even over my pants.

“I knew you were a pervert for a long time, but you’re more than I thought… never mind.”

San Gun trailed off, which was truly rare for him. That reaction added even more fuel to my shame.

‘I want to go bash my head against something…’

It felt like I had to hurry to the next step to shut that mouth. I tried to push the shoulders of San Gun, who was mounted on top of me, to flip him over instead. I was planning to lay him down under me first, and then put those earlier fantasies into action.

“……”

However, no matter how much I pushed, he didn’t budge an inch.

“Myeong… what are you doing. Kneading?”

While saying things like that.

“…Can’t you just go over if I push you.”

“I didn’t even know you were pushing. You have so little strength.”

He probably said it purely as a fact without any ill intent, but every single word grazed my pride. I’m on the tall side, at least. It’s just that I weigh a bit less, but it’s not like I don’t have muscles. My physical build is much better than the dried anchovies for soup walking around the streets….

“How is a guy this weak going to manage a dick-job.”

I heard a word that was more than just vulgar; it was face-reddening. For a moment, I doubted my ears. Dick… what?

“At this rate, my Master… will only be able to get fucked by me for the rest of his life. Right?”

Before I could even understand the meaning of those words, my underwear and pants were pulled down simultaneously. My legs were spread apart in the confusion, and a wet finger touched between them. It was the hand I had personally sucked and wetted earlier.

The fingertip pressed against the hole without any warning. Reflexively, I tensed up down there. However, strength wouldn’t properly enter a body that had been suffering from not eating or sleeping properly for so long.

One slimy finger pushed inside without hesitation. The finger went in about one or two knuckles deep, pulled out slightly, changed its angle, and dug in again.

“Ugh, hic….”

Sexual pleasure? Delight? I didn’t feel anything like that. It hurt a little and was very uncomfortable.

It was perhaps natural. There’s no way someone with absolutely no experience in this area would go crazy with pleasure just because a finger was put into their back hole. This isn’t some unrealistic sex fantasy.

The sensation of another person’s hand rummaging inside my body was terribly foreign. But I didn’t even have the energy to push him away. I panted and covered my face with one hand.

San Gun moved my hand away with his other hand, the one not poking around below. Then, he bit down on my Adam’s apple. As the sharp tip of his canine lightly grazed the tender skin of my neck—whether by accident or on purpose—a vivid thrill ran down my spine.

Am I being eaten right now, or am I eating him? Some boundary inside me is blurring.

“Ngh, ah… hic.”

Next to the index finger already inside, the middle finger forced its way in as well. I could feel the hole stretching with difficulty. The part where the knuckles in the middle of his fingers protruded got caught at the entrance, then as he applied steady pressure, it pushed in tightly.

“Does it hurt?”

“……”

“Are you scared?”

“……”

I kept my mouth shut and didn’t answer. Then, the two fingers lodged below spread the hole horizontally. As if urging me, or as if giving a punishment.

“Hah!”

The breath I’d been holding burst out. The breath I exhaled in a hurry was hot.

“If I say… it hurts, or I’m scared. Are you going to stop.”

“No. I just asked.”

“Ha, seriously, fuck….”

The fingers increased by one more. It was burdensome enough, but the auditory stimulation was too much. I wanted to plug my ears. So I actually did.

But I could feel San Gun laughing low in his throat whether I plugged my ears or not. Our touching bodies vibrated with a hum.

How long did I endure like that? As if making a final stamp, he pressed down hard on the perineum with his thumb, and all his fingers pulled out at once. The fingers had only been inside for a few minutes, but the flesh at the entrance was already stinging.

I had a bad feeling. I took my hands off my ears, lifted my head, and looked down. And then, I was lost for words.

San Gun’s underwear went down, and the thing that had been trapped inside sprang out. His penis overall had a faint reddish tint. Among its parts, the glans was a bit deeper in color.

Actually, the color wasn’t the important thing. It was the size and thickness. I could vividly feel the weight and volume from the shaft wrapped in veins. I think the twins’ wrists were about that size.

‘Is this possible? Is this a possible size? Is this some adult webtoon where they draw a white-painted eggplant instead of a cock or something?’

If I were just watching as a third party, there would be no problem. I could even offer well-wishes, saying it must be nice to be that big, that as a fellow man I’m quite envious, and to have a “hard-on” kind of day.

‘But if he’s planning to shove this… into me, the story is a bit different.’

If he shoves that in, I might actually die. A Compiler who died of organ rupture while having sex with an Incarnation to help it recover? Just imagining it is terrible. It’s worthy of a Darwin Award.

I swallowed hard.

“Mr. San Gun, I am truly sorry to say this so late.”

“Why are you suddenly being so polite and making a fuss?”

“Could you please give me just one more chance to go on top?”

“Nope, no.”

As if he wasn’t going to listen to my next words, he pressed the glans against the wet hole.