HACKED 113

San Gun’s pace was leisurely from beginning to end.

He spent a long time pushing in his member—the one he said hadn’t even reached halfway—little by little, bit by bit. When he hit a point where insertion was difficult, he gripped my buttock flesh with his hands to widen the opening and twisted his pelvis, adjusting the angle. He never rushed; he was slow, yet dogged.

It was incredible patience. If it had been me, I might have lost my mind to pleasure halfway through and thrust away without any regard for the other person’s well-being.

However, even that eventually stopped going in past a certain point, no matter how much effort he put in. This time, it was despite the fact that I wasn’t consciously resisting.

“You, inside, around here… ugh.”

His member, which had entered to the limit, poked upward somewhere deep inside.

“Ah, huu!”

A stinging, dull pain spread through my entire lower abdomen. Without realizing it, I clutched my stomach with one hand. Even though there was no way I could feel the member lodged inside that way.

“…Ha.”

At the same time, San Gun frowned slightly. A drop of sweat fell along his temple.

“Something keeps touching the tip of mine. A part that feels blocked… no, is it a narrowing part?”

Even if he said that, I had no idea what he meant. How was I supposed to know how my body was structured, let alone the inside of my organs? I don’t want to explore the mysteries of the human body in a situation like this.

Fortunately, he didn’t try to dig in further, but instead slowly stirred inside me, being careful not to go in too deep. More precisely, it was closer to poking me with steady, pressing motions. Every time, an itchy sensation bloomed from the center of my body.

‘Is this good? I don’t know. I don’t think so…’

Then again, it wasn’t bad either. It just… felt like I was going crazy. It was a sensation I couldn’t quite define.

“You’ve hunched up too much.”

San Gun pulled my ankles without warning. I was dragged along like a paper doll and laid on my side. Since his cock was still buried deep inside, the inner walls were all scraped as my body turned.

“Huaaaak!”

A breathless sound burst out of its own accord. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. Then, lifting one of my thighs, he drove in from behind.

“Leg, that, my leg. It hurts…”

I feebly flailed the leg that was suspended in the air. My leg was trembling from the thigh down to the very tips of my toes. Anyone watching would think I was being electrocuted.

“Stop exaggerating.”

Exaggerating? This is the average for a modern person suffering from a lack of exercise. I swallowed my tears inwardly.

While saying that, San Gun obligingly tucked one arm under my head to give me an arm pillow. Then, he had me stretch out my leg and placed it on top of his own thigh.

The position was definitely more comfortable than before. Except for the part where the cock was lodged, which wasn’t comfortable at all…

As the position changed, the angle at which the member poked in also changed slightly. But the speed remained the same. It neither sped up nor slowed down. The inside of my stomach rang with a steady rhythm.

A sensation that I couldn’t tell was itchy or painful spread through every nerve in my body. It was becoming harder and harder to endure. I tilted my head back, leaning the back of my head against the nape of his neck, and panted.

“Haeu, ah… ah, eut!”

“Huk…”

The inner walls contracted of their own accord and bit down hard on his member. A low sound, somewhere between an exclamation and a groan, resonated from him.

Judging by that reaction, he seemed to be feeling it properly too. The fact that he still wouldn’t increase his speed despite that… was quite intentional. Why on earth? Was he afraid I would run out of stamina and pass out midway?

To me, all of this was torture. It wasn’t little enough for the excitement to cool down, yet it wasn’t enough to reach a climax. In between, a steady sexual pleasure was given just enough to make me feel like I was going crazy. If this isn’t torture, what is?

There was no need at all to beg him to go slowly and gently. Rather, it was the opposite.

I wanted to beg him to please go faster… to thrust in violently and messily until I was completely out of breath, so he could just cum and get it over with. I was afraid this persistent, clinging sex would go on forever.

However, I still had a final shred of reason left that kept me from saying things like “thrust harder” with my own mouth. So, I had no choice but to endure.

the hole, where the thick shaft had entered and exited countless times, was stinging. Conversely, the inner walls were becoming increasingly sensitive.

Thump, thump, squelch, schlick…

Every time our flesh rubbed together, a sound like soft, juicy fruit pulp being crushed broke out. My groin was a drenched mess.

“Is it hard?”

“Hueeeut… ah, ah…”

There was no way I had the composure to answer. In fact, I couldn’t even hear what he was saying properly.

Perhaps he hadn’t asked expecting an answer either, as he flicked and rolled my nipple with a casual gesture. Even though I tried to get away, my entire upper body was pinned by his arm, so I couldn’t escape. It was a complete defeat due to the difference in build and physical strength.

And yet, San Gun did not increase his speed until the very end.

My member, which hadn’t even been properly touched, was flushed red with blood and standing vertically, shaking with a drop of water hanging from the tip. He controlled the pace to stay exactly right before the point of ejaculation. It felt so cruel that I almost resented him.

“Ugh, aaa, haak, ah, aaa!”

I buried my sweat-soaked forehead in his arm, shaking my head and flailing my limbs. Then, I wheezed as if a hole had been poked in my windpipe. Why was the simple act of breathing through my nose so difficult right now? I tasted iron in the back of my throat.

The pooled and accumulated pleasure sloshed just below the breaking point. Final shred of reason or whatever, that didn’t matter anymore.

“Please…!”

I moved my hand down and fumbled desperately. Then, squeezing out all my remaining strength, I grabbed his pelvis and begged.

“Please… more, more.”

My voice was hoarse and cracked into a mess. It wasn’t like I had been shouting at the top of my lungs. Rather, I was closer to having swallowed the sounds inside.

“Please, more, what.”

San Gun stopped his waist movements for a moment and asked. I could vividly feel him catching his rough breath, his ribcage expanding and subsiding, through our touching backs.

‘He’s pretending not to know even at this point?’

My sorrow crossed the line. Finally, I burst into tears.

“Huk, huu… I’m telling you to let me, go now…”

“…Haah.”

He let out a long breath. Strength entered his buttock and thigh muscles, making them go taut. Not knowing the reason, I became anxious.

Thwack!

The member, which had retreated slightly, thrust in the hardest it had so far. The most sensitive part of the inner wall was crushed mercilessly. For a moment, I couldn’t see anything in front of me.

It was an impact that felt like being struck directly inside my body. Surely my belly skin didn’t bulge out in the shape of the glans being shoved in.

“Ah, ah-hu-hu-huk…!”

I struggled for breath like a beast on the verge of dying. A metallic sound mixed into my weeping. it was a raw, unrefined moan.

It was only after a while that I realized I had ejaculated unconsciously. It wasn’t an ejaculation through the normal route of piling up pleasure to reach a climax. The semen had leaked out as if bursting due to a stimulus that surpassed my threshold all at once.

My member, having twitched, scattered drops of semen messily over my lower belly and thighs. What remained slid down the shaft and pooled in my groin.

The climax I had reached as if being forcibly chased consumed my whole body. It felt as if my brain was melting. Usually, the sensation of ejaculation subsides quickly after spurting semen a few times, but the orgasm was strangely long.

Before the afterglow of ejaculation had even faded.

“…Ugh!”

A sharp pain pierced my shoulder blade. San Gun had bitten the nape of my neck from behind. Canine teeth, much longer and sharper than a human’s, easily pierced through the tender skin.

In that state, he thrust a few more times. It was a violent movement just like before.

Thud, thud, thud!

Loud sounds echoed in the room.

“Keuk, ju-jus… jus, um, haeu…!”

I tried to say, ‘I just went.’ But the words themselves wouldn’t come out. Syllables that couldn’t even become words scattered into pieces, mixed between moans.

The movement seemed to subside for a moment, and then my body was turned over to lie on my back again. Belatedly, the thought occurred to me that my face must be a total mess. I must look like I’ve cried and sniffled out everything.

But I didn’t even have the strength to turn or cover my face. I looked up at San Gun blankly, my limbs sprawled out. Every object except for him looked blurry.

He also had a red flush on his eye area and cheeks. His wet bangs clung to his forehead, and the muscles of his neck and upper body glistened with sweat. His pupils were a darker tea-color than usual.

“Myeong.”

San Gun called my name while brushing back his wet hair.

“Now it feels like I can put it all in, doesn’t it?”