TCBW C22(18+)

Chapter 22(18+)

Because he feared Dowoon might feel aversion toward the fact that he was a man, Suhoe had endured the discomfort of keeping his clothes on.

Now, with his erect cock completely exposed and swinging of its own accord, he wished this whole situation were nothing more than a bad dream.

“Please, please… stop…”

But even Suhoe’s desperate plea did nothing to halt Dowoon’s movements — on the contrary, every time Suhoe let out a groan of protest, Dowoon only drove himself in deeper, more relentlessly, into Suhoe’s body.

“Please stop! Ah! Please!”

As the high, almost‑climactic pleasure blurred his vision, Suhoe begged all the more earnestly. Still, Dowoon didn’t stop.

“W‑wait, ngh—!”

Then, with a short, ragged cry, he came — spurting hot, cloudy semen in a violent rush.

“Hhhhn—ah!”

His body trembled as though in convulsions at the peak, his eyelids fluttering from the unbelievable pleasure.

…Lifted up and made to come.

To… climax from being taken like this, from behind.

It was a sensation beyond anything he could put into words — almost too much to believe it had happened to him.

“…Ah… nghhh…”

“…”

The aftertaste of that pleasure, so strong it seemed to paralyze his nerves, mixed with shame and the disorientation of feeling like his own body no longer belonged to him. He could hardly breathe.

It felt as though the tears would spill over at any moment.

“D‑don’t… don’t look at me… please…”

Dowoon let go of his arms.

Suhoe collapsed limply onto the mattress, curling in on himself as if to shield his body.

Dowoon let his gaze linger for a moment on the defenseless display — the still‑wet hole bared to him — before seizing the boy’s arm again and turning him back to face him.

“Nh—please.”

Now Suhoe’s tear‑rimmed face was fully exposed.

He reflexively tried to cover his face and his lower body, but Dowoon easily pinned his wrists over his head with one hand.

With the other, he unhesitatingly grasped the same organ that had just spilled its cloudy release.

“Hhhhn—ah! No!”

Suhoe shuddered, face flushing scarlet in humiliation, but the hand that held him so firmly did not budge an inch.

“Mmhh… ah, no… don’t touch me… d‑don’t look!”

Even his slender legs were forced apart by Dowoon, exposing the thin, flushed shaft still pink from its spent climax.

Un‑dried fluid and cloudy streaks clung, catching the light.

Dowoon felt no disgust at the sight — instead, it seemed to spark a foreign curiosity, and he rolled it slowly in his palm.

“Nnngh!”

At the feel of that thick, rough hand, Suhoe’s cock twitched violently, reacting with renewed sensitivity despite his will.

“Why… why are you doing this…!”

The awareness that his body would not obey him was agony. Worse still, he had no idea what Dowoon was thinking — or how he was looking at him.

And yet, even as Suhoe’s shaft hardened again under his touch, Dowoon’s expression remained impassive.

“You… you must be disgusted…”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“…Huh?”

Dowoon’s voice was calm as ever.

Incredible though it was, it was the truth.

From the start, whether Suhoe was male or female hadn’t actually mattered to him.

When he’d first learned Suhoe was a man, Dowoon had been momentarily surprised — but he knew better than anyone that it didn’t affect the true core of his long‑laid plan.

From the moment he’d climbed Mount Unbang, he’d intended to take the aegbaji regardless of who they turned out to be.

Whether that person was a woman or a man, old or young — those were secondary factors. Once he had decided to act on his plan, the aegbaji’s “specifications” were meaningless.

In fact, he even thought, perhaps someone this naïve and unworldly would be easier to manage.

While Suhoe sat there dumbstruck, turning over Dowoon’s words in his mind, Dowoon released him, removing his hand from his cock.

Then, taking his own still‑rigid length, he pressed it once more to the stretched entrance of Suhoe’s hole.

At the nudge and the pressure of him beginning to push in again, Suhoe’s eyes went wide.

“Why… again…?”

Dowoon eased himself forward, meeting slightly less resistance than before.

“I haven’t come yet.”

“Uhhhn… nghhh!”

Shifting his weight, he buried himself deep between Suhoe’s spread thighs.

“Ahhh—! Nghhh!”

And then he began to thrust, hard and fast.

Suhoe panted, staring up at the man who moved over him, meeting his gaze directly.

Dowoon’s eyes swept over him: white skin against black sheets, dark chestnut hair scattered across the pillow, and here and there the crimson blooms marking where his hands had been.

The force of his movements seemed to challenge Suhoe, as if to prove in action what he’d just said.

Then, suddenly, Dowoon lowered his head and pressed his mouth to Suhoe’s.

“Mmph—nnn!”

It was abrupt, but Suhoe received the kiss in a daze, their tongues tangling again and again, his hips thrusting deeper all the while. The stimulation from above and below at once made Suhoe feel he might simply let go.

This isn’t… good.

The faint threads of reason left to him warned — but he sensed they wouldn’t last long.

In the midst of it, Dowoon abruptly broke the kiss and seized the thin T‑shirt Suhoe wore, yanking it up and off.

“Mmhh—!”

Before he could even try to stop him, Suhoe’s white body was bared.

Instinctively, he crossed his arms over his chest, but Dowoon didn’t care in the slightest — in the same motion he yanked the lower garment half‑worn at his thighs away in one pull.

Now stripped bare, Suhoe curled up defensively — but Dowoon easily caught both delicate wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head.

Before he could even think to resist, his body was fixed in place.

“Aahhk…! I—”

The word don’t rose by reflex but was swallowed back.

Dowoon had said being a man didn’t matter — so there was no room left for rejection.

Even so, shame tangled his thoughts into a mess.

But regardless of what Suhoe felt, Dowoon’s other hand swept down his smooth, pale body to stop at the bony rise of his chest.

“Nnn!”

“You’re too thin.”

The comment came flatly, even as his fingers rolled the firm, blush‑pink nipple with impish persistence.

The heated bud trembled under his palm, and a thin moan escaped Suhoe’s lips.

“Sensitive.”

The hand trailed lower, stopping over Suhoe’s own slender shaft, which had shrunk tight in embarrassment.

At his touch, Suhoe’s breath caught again.

“Ahhhn—”

“No hair, either.”

“It just… nghhh… never really grows.”

Fine body hair and subtle scent — traits natural to omegas — but Dowoon, who had only been with beta women, had no reason to know.

“Ah, I see.”

Not that he truly cared.

“Mnn.”

Without any concern for Suhoe’s response, Dowoon resumed the deep pounding of his hips.

As he drove in further, his other hand gripped Suhoe’s front in a tight, rhythmic stroke.

“Ahhhhnn!”

Catching off guard, Suhoe’s head tipped back from the surge of sensation — the powerful thrusts inside him met by the obscene stimulation outside left him unable to think.

That overwhelming, shocking pleasure he’d felt once before quickly rose higher than ever; already flushed and overheated, Suhoe panted helplessly, unable to withstand it.

“Ahnn—!”

The sound only made Dowoon work more deliberately, fisting him from root to tip, over and over.

When dampness began to gather again, his thumb pressed and rubbed over the tender slit, even as his cock speared into the deepest reach inside.

“Mnn—ah, let—let go—nnnghh!”

The plea barely began before the mounting ecstasy broke him; with a strained, breathless sound, he spilled again — a hot, milky release right into Dowoon’s palm.

Splatter.

“Ahhh—nnnghh…”

Though thinner than before, the fluid kept flowing while Suhoe shivered and moaned.

At the same instant his shaft pulsed in Dowoon’s hand, his inner walls clamped, and Dowoon too felt release coil tight in his spine.

Drawing a sharp breath, he thrust as far as he could into that clutching heat, aiming for the deepest place he could reach—

“Aaah—! I… I just came—! Mmmph—!”

Suhoe’s flushed protest was swallowed when Dowoon covered his mouth in another kiss.

“Mmmhh—!”

The wet friction and the muffled sounds tangled together, shorter and shorter in rhythm until—

Dowoon gripped his waist as if to break it, burying himself in as far as physically possible, and spilled a thick, molten load deep inside.

“Hhhahhh… haahh…!”

“Haahhh… nghhh… ahhh—”

The climax dragged on.

Feeling the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim, and the leaden exhaustion flooding his body, Suhoe panted, unable even to breathe properly.

It was a consuming daze — enough to make his consciousness fade.

Finally, the fine tremor of his lashes stilled, his eyes slipped shut, and Suhoe went limp, losing awareness on the bed.