HACKED 115

Suddenly, his member retreated, scraping the entirety of my inner walls as it pulled out. My perineum felt swollen and bulging. The moment the glans popped out, it made a sound close to a thuck or a schlick.

Without even a moment to feel shame, my vision spun. San Gun flipped me onto my back and mounted me. Heavy weight was suddenly placed on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Holding his own member in one hand, he leaned down and braced himself beside my head with his other hand.

‘Is he going to make me perform fellatio?’

Honestly, anyone would think that. Stopping in the middle of sex to straddle the other person and thrust a dick in their face? Doesn’t that mean “suck it”?

But….

The place where that heat-flushed cock rubbed was neither inside my mouth nor the edges of my lips… it was my ear.

“Ah!”

The thick mass of flesh slid along the contour of my auricle. Every single fine hair around my ear and cheek stood on end. For someone like me, whose experience in this area wasn’t very extensive, it was a perverted act beyond my wildest imagination.

Tap, tap.

Holding the lower part of the shaft, he tapped my ear canal with the glans and spoke.

“Here. The thing you like.”

As always, he was much more of a crazy bastard than I thought.

His member ground against my ear persistently and messily. My auricle and earlobe became completely drenched and damp. One ear was plugged by the squelching sound. Then, the glans would occasionally get shoved thump into my ear canal, whether by coincidence or not.

Schluk, chup, chuuup….

Obscene sounds filled my head. It felt as if my brain was being violated rather than my ear. My auditory nerves—no, the entire half of my body—felt tingly and numb. It was useless even when I shook my head back and forth to resist.

“Stop, this… is strange….”

The words “just shove it in below instead” rose all the way to the tip of my tongue. This was… too much, in a different sense than before….

San Gun rubbed his member against my ear while fidgeting with my forehead, cheeks, and bangs with his other hand. It was an ambiguous touch; I couldn’t tell if he was trying to brush my hair back or mess it up. Strands of sweat-soaked hair tangled between his fingers.

Then at some point, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back. A dull pain arose as my scalp was yanked.

“Huk….”

My eyes crinkled. Tears reflexively welled up. He was also wearing a frown.

“…Ngh.”

Letting out a short groan, San Gun bit his lower lip. His lips, which had turned redder from being wet, were crushed by his white, even front teeth. I stared blankly at that sight through vision blurred by tears.

Splatter.

He came. In an instant, my ear became wet.

“……”

With his teeth half-clenched, he massaged his member and squeezed out every last drop. Semen was shot onto the same spot several more times.

The semen was warm, thick, and there was quite a lot of it. It drenched every single nook and cranny of my auricle and flowed down. I was terrified that it might go inside my ear canal.

One of the last drops splattered onto my eyelid. My eye area trembled as I closed my eyes in a wince.

“Haah….”

San Gun caught his breath and raised his upper body. He brushed his hair back carelessly and then wiped away the semen by rubbing my eyelashes at length with his thumb.

“Myeong.”

The moment I let my guard down, I heard my name right in front of my ear. Ah, that voice again. A chill ran down my spine.

“…Yes.”

He leaned his head a bit closer. His lips were almost touching my ear.

My heart beat in an unstable rhythm. All the nerves in my body stood on end at once, focusing only on him. It felt as if time had slowed down—no, as if it had stopped completely. Just what was he going to say….

“Now it really feels like it’ll all go in…”

“Fuck off.”

This time, I turned dead serious with lightning speed.

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Once my vanished reason returned, I belatedly thought about my surroundings. The shirt with all its buttons wrecked, along with the pants and underwear that at least maintained a decent shape, were discarded like shed skin beside the bed.

Still, I felt like I should at least do a minimum of tidying up, so I reached out while sprawled on the bed and picked up the clothes. As I did, a pack of cigarettes and a lighter tumbled out of my pants pocket.

Come to think of it, there were cigarettes in my pocket. I had forgotten about them since I had only been repeating a cycle of sleeping and waking up since I collapsed.

Perhaps it was the afterglow of the sex that was more than burdensome—even harsh—but the moment I saw the cigarettes, a strong urge to smoke suddenly arose.

‘Is this why people enjoy a post-sex smoke?’

Usually, I wasn’t the type to enjoy smoking cigarettes that much. If I had to pick times when I craved nicotine, well….

When I was scolded by my boss. When my pay for a project didn’t come in on time. When a client kept repeating revision after revision and then just said to go with the very first draft. When a vocalist was tone-deaf and rhythm-deaf, so I had to meticulously touch up the tracks to create something from nothing. When a session musician who hadn’t practiced at all for a recording session cried their eyes out just because I gave some direct feedback. When I clearly joined as an A&R, but when I came to my senses, I was doing work for other departments too…. Those kinds of times?

‘…Hmm. Thinking back, I was a terrible heavy smoker.’

I opened the cigarette pack and rummaged through the contents. There were exactly two cigarettes left.

I had barely managed to find just one pack in the Pantheon of Presbyopia or whatever. Once I smoke all of these, where would I find more? Would they be in Mr. Malchi’s Pantheon? I hope so. I’m truly sorry to the deceased, but the living have to live.

I was pulling out a cigarette while having thoughts that were close to desecrating the dead, when a hand reached out. San Gun stole the cigarette I had pulled out quite naturally.

He still hadn’t put on any clothes and remained with his bare body exposed. His broad shoulders and thick chest were intimidating once again. And somewhere between his lower belly and thighs, a crumpled blanket was loosely draped. He looked like a pictorial for a high-end menswear brand, or perhaps like a scene from a porn movie.

As San Gun put the cigarette in his mouth, he brushed his hair up once out of habit and then messed it up carelessly. Strands of mixed black and blonde hair came down to cover his forehead.

His hair was originally closer to being slightly curly rather than straight, and perhaps because of that, even his wildly messied appearance looked as if he had styled it that way on purpose. As someone with honest straight hair that droops when it’s humid and poofs up when it’s dry, I could only be envious.

“Light.”

He said with slightly muffled pronunciation while the cigarette was in his mouth.

“Are you going to smoke?”

“Yeah. Light.”

He commanded while looking down at me with golden eyes and narrowed pupils. He only calls me Master with his words; looking at his behavior, he’s acting like the one in charge.

Since there was no reason I couldn’t lend a light to someone I had just shared a body with, I flicked on the lighter without much comment. San Gun didn’t move an inch from his spot and only flicked his fingertip. Suppressing the rising irritation inside, I approached him.

When I brought the lighter to him, San Gun tilted his head. The end of the cigarette caught fire. He lowered his eyes and took a deep drag of the smoke. He looked quite practiced at it.

“Were you a smoker?”

He laughed, tilting his chin up slightly. Whether it was the influence of the nicotine or the afterglow of the sex, his eyes were relaxed and languid.

“I’ve smoked since before your ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor was born. Back then, it was always a long pipe, but these days the world has improved so things like this come out.”

“…Ah.”

“Tigers are all chain-smokers originally. Don’t you know the saying ‘Back when tigers used to smoke’?”

I tried to imagine San Gun wearing a black scholar’s robe with gold embroidery, a sword at his waist, and a long pipe in his mouth. It suited him so well that I got goosebumps.

I pulled out the last remaining cigarette, which wasn’t the last one in the pack but became the last one in an instant thanks to San Gun, and put it in my mouth. This time I didn’t use the lighter, but shared the light from San Gun. The flame transferred from tip to tip.

Of all the things I’ve done in my life, I’m even having a post-sex smoke with a game character. I had felt new emotions when I shared a cigarette with the Agent, but this time was even more so.

“So, did you recover well?”

I asked as it suddenly occurred to me while we were sitting side by side, leaning against the headboard and smoking blankly.

‘Of course it should have gone well. You sucked out my energy thoroughly from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.’

“What do you think? Does it look like it went well to you, Myeong?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

“You didn’t even check the values on the terminal. On what basis?”

“Because I feel like I’m really going to die right now. That’s how much you must have become full of life, Mr. San Gun.”

Just look at that, the color in his face has improved. He was handsome even when he was in a near-death state, but now he’s practically glowing. If I add a bit of exaggeration, I can’t even look at him properly because he’s so dazzling. Conversely, I must look like a dry, shriveled-up pollack right now….

“Whining over doing it just once. You’re weak for a man.”

San Gun looked at me with eyes full of pity. Whose fault is this?

“Well, should I boil some eel for you or something?”

Whether he intended it or not, it was a magnificent piece of teabagging. My pride, which I thought had nothing left to be scraped, was thoroughly shredded.