HACKED 53

I felt the hard, thick shape through several layers of fabric against my foot. That alone was shocking enough, but Hwarang unhesitatingly unzipped his pants and fully opened his fly.

Bare skin touched bare skin. The viscous liquid gathered at the tip of his glans flowed down and dripped onto my toe.

“Ah…!”

My toes curled reflexively. He pulled my foot toward him and spread the fluid evenly across it, then began to masturbate in earnest by rubbing his genitals against my foot.

It was a fetishistic act I had never even imagined. I should have felt disgusted. Unbelievably, I became even more aroused. The organ held in San Gun’s hand twitched once. A low, amused voice drifted into my ear.

“You get hard from something like that? You really are a pervert.”

“……”

This time, I truly couldn’t refute him. My face was so flushed it felt hot. I raised my hand and covered my face. Even my fingertips, which I caught a glimpse of, were beet red.

I thought he would pull away the hand covering my face, but unexpectedly, San Gun just left me be.

How rare,

I thought—and exactly three seconds later, I regretted it.

He buried his face in my chest. I vividly felt the sensation of the bridge of his high nose touching my flat chest and his lips pressing down. He lightly grazed my nipple with his lower lip, then took it between his lips.

One of his hands gathered and gripped the flesh of my chest, though there wasn’t much to hold. As the nipple became prominent, his rough tongue-tip flicked against the center of it, tap, tap. Even that small movement was terribly stimulating to me.

The feverish tension soon manifested in a visible form. My nipple stood up stiffly. He took not just the nipple but the surrounding flesh into his mouth all at once and sucked hard.

“For someone with no chest, you sure get your nipples hard easily.”

San Gun muttered with half-muddled pronunciation. The shame I thought had already reached its limit was amplified further.

“You’re as pale as someone who’s never seen the sun, and even your nipples were pale pink, so I wondered if my master was originally a bit lacking in blood… but the blood is circulating just fine now. At this rate, I could claim they’re basically rose-colored. Be proud, Myeong.”

“Are you doing this on purpose to break my mental state? This is practically a psychological attack. Could you please just shut up.”

Instead of answering, the hand that had playfully gripped and released my chest swept down my waist and flank before heading even lower. Why there? Down there… isn’t he already touching it?

And once again, he acted beyond my expectations.

“Agh! Wait, wait! Wait a second.”

As if one hand wasn’t enough, he suddenly shoved his other hand inside my underwear too. No matter how elastic the material of the drawers was, two men’s hands that were significantly larger than average were obviously too much.

Creak. An ominous sound came from the underwear.

If my only pair of underwear got trashed like this, I’d have to live without any from now on. Then what? I’d be confirmed as an undeniable pervert.

“It’ll tear, it’s really going to tear. No. It’s too big. It absolutely won’t fit.”

“…The subject of that sentence is the underwear, right?”

“Of course I’m talking about the panties! Pull it out quickly. It’s not like you’re going to sew them for me if they tear…”

“You’re the one who told me not to take them off. So I have no choice.”

He replied insincerely while moving his hand to touch the area below… that is, further down than my genitals.

“This place is all wet from what you leaked. I wonder if it’ll go in.”

Forget the embarrassment; my mind went blank and I couldn’t think of anything. Regardless, San Gun pressed his middle finger firmly against the closed hole.

“Huu-mmp…!”

A type of pain I had never felt before arose. All sorts of curses naturally came up from within.

Would it even go in, you crazy bastard…

In a fit of anger, I tried to swing my legs to kick him. However, one leg was wedged against San Gun’s side and the other was held by Hwarang. It was a total disaster.

San Gun frowned slightly and rubbed the glans in a circle with his thumb. It seemed like he was trying to wet his finger more and attempt it again.

Creak. The underwear, stretched to its limit, screamed again. I became desperate.

“Take—take them off instead.”

“How can I do that when the master said no.”

“Stop bullshitting and just take them off, please.”

“Noo. I’m not taking them off.”

These crazy bastards. Master my ass, they don’t give a shit about that, do they? My words are just a joke to them?

In the midst of the scuffle, my foot held by Hwarang and his genitals rubbed against each other more and more violently. Not only my toes and the top of my foot but even my ankle bone became sloppily wet with the fluid that had flowed down. Every time he pressed my foot hard and rubbed it, I felt every detail of the bumpy surface of the veins bulging on the shaft.

Occasionally, the tender skin between my toes caught on the edge of the glans. Every time that happened, the center of my sole burned, and a strange sensation bloomed. I knew there were people in the world whose feet were erogenous zones, but I didn’t know it would be me, damn it.

“Ah, ahh, ah…”

The situation between my legs, where San Gun was kneading away as he pleased, wasn’t much different. I was steadily becoming aroused by his crude touch, which lacked any hint of technique.

He was just honestly shaking my organ up and down with one hand, but the stimulation was more than enough—it was excessive. On top of that, he was even groping around the hole with his wet fingers. Every time he did, my inner thighs tensed up, putting me in a posture that looked like I was wrapping my legs around his waist and squeezing him.

Gradually, my reason blurred. Shame, doubt, unfamiliarity, and fear… everything grew faint. Instead, the only thought that gradually occupied my mind was the desire to ejaculate quickly, to see the end.

At some point, I forgot to even cover my face. I couldn’t really tell what posture I was in anymore. The sound of rapid shaking, the sound of sticky skin rubbing together, the squelching sound of liquid. All sorts of messy noises scrambled my mind.

Ah, just a little more. I think I can go soon. There, more… A bit more, now…

One finger, which had been tenaciously groping over the hole, finally pushed through the narrow entrance and slid in. I thought it would only be unpleasant and painful, but my body, having reached the brink of climax, accepted even that as pleasure. I squeezed his finger while groaning as if sobbing.

“Look at how tight you’re biting it… You like it that much?”

The words San Gun tossed out casually. Those words finally made the water, which had been filled to a precarious level, overflow.

The finger that had pulled out a couple of joints deep plunged back in, thud. A stimulation that felt like it echoed through my entire lower abdomen. At the same time, the hand gripping the shaft slid all the way up and lightly scraped the glans. Multi-colored spots blurred before my eyes.

“Nng…!”

My pelvis, filled with tension, hovered awkwardly in the air. It was a male’s vulgar instinct to want to thrust deeper and harder anywhere as the ejaculation drew near.

The climax arrived a beat later. My vision turned white. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. There were no more groans, struggles, or waist movements.

A pleasure like gravity pulls me down below. I can’t resist. As if even my brain had turned into a heart, a fierce throbbing pounded inside my head. Because of that, I didn’t immediately notice the underwear being roughly pulled down. Or even the feeling of someone’s breath on my bare skin, revealed once the underwear was removed.

I only realized something was wrong when something distinctly different from a hand—warm, wet lips and a tongue—touched my genitals. Through my blurry vision, I dimly saw San Gun burying his face between my legs.

“Wh-at… Ah, nng, nng-hng, ah!”

But it was already too late. A full burst of semen was shot directly into his mouth. Far from being reluctant, he buried his head even deeper. With a gulping sound, his Adam’s apple surged up and down.

Perhaps because I hadn’t released in recent months, the ejaculation lasted longer than expected. San Gun swallowed everything I let out with relish. As if that wasn’t enough, he poked the urethral opening with his rough tongue-tip as if asking for more.

I just came. Why are you touching it again…

The extremely sensitive glans smarted. The sexual sensation was so strong it was almost painful.

“Phew, haa…”

Hwarang slowly let go of my ankle while catching his ragged breath. Red handprints were left vividly on the part he had been holding.

Semen was drenched not just over my toes and the top of my foot, but even around the ankle bone. Pale threads stretched between my toes. The semen that flowed down gathered in a round bead at the tip of my toe before falling with a plop.

The white top of my foot where blue veins faintly showed, and the semen sprayed messily over it. It was a part of my body, yet it didn’t feel like my body. That scene felt more erotic than any graphic porno.

Hwarang roughly swept back his sweat-soaked hair and unwrapped the bandages that had been around his arm. His smooth, bare arm was revealed. On the arm that had been a mess of crushed and festering flesh just moments ago… not a single small scar remained, let alone a wound.

Naturally, my gaze went to San Gun. Beneath the one pant leg that had been empty, I saw a leg that had been perfectly restored to its original state.

“…Ah.”

Skin-to-skin therapy, the effect is killer.

That was the end of my thoughts. My vision grew hazy, and an uncontrollable dizziness washed over me. It felt exactly like the time I fainted on public transport on my way to work due to low blood pressure.

Without even being able to tidy up my disheveled body, I closed my eyes.