AAGULT Ch 35(18+)

Chapter 35(18+)

The cock in front of him was ghastly and dark red, falling into the grotesque category, but when he tilted his eyes downward slightly, he could see a pair of unnaturally fair feet without a single callus—so delicate it felt surreal, creating a sharp dissonance.

Pretending not to hear, he didn’t respond and instead drooled as he forcibly shoved the cock down his throat. It was because he wanted the man’s attention focused solely on him. However, the man stepped on his half-erect cock with considerable force, causing him to frantically shake his head while his mouth was filled with cock. Perhaps the stimulation got to him, as the man let out a soft moan and kindly released the pressure from his foot. Then, with a flirtatious flick of his foot, he began to gently stroke him. He was disturbingly skilled.

“Is that so? What a shame… it looks pretty big, though.”

“Ugh…”

Even so, it probably wasn’t as big as yours… Jealousy as a man? He didn’t feel anything of the sort. Just feeling the heat rise to his face, he sniffled and stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, wrapping his mouth around the man’s cock. It wasn’t even really foreplay anymore. There simply wasn’t enough space in his mouth to move his tongue around. The more he moaned and sucked, the harder it became, so he gripped the base with his hand and moved it.

“There’s no use for it anymore, is there?”

[No more chances to lose your virginity either. What to do… Poor thing. I wonder if he even knows how to thrust? Ah, he might actually be kind of cute in his own way… flailing around and doing it all wrong. Then getting dumped and crying his eyes out—I would—]

“…”

Glancing at the man, his thoughts—twice as loud as usual—were cut off before he could even finish reading them, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Rejoicing in the possessiveness or jealousy he glimpsed would require more composure than he had. All he could think now was that he wanted him to just finish already. He buried his nose in the man’s pubes, plunging the cock all the way to the root. The man seemed pleased with this attitude, choosing to enjoy the act without further teasing.

“Can I come in your mouth?”

By now his jaw was numb and the base of his tongue ached so much he couldn’t even feel it properly. Saliva dripped down his chin. A vague salty scent tickled his nose as sticky and fishy fluids mixed. He nodded eagerly, and the man reached out to hold his head.

Thrust.

“Gkk…!”

Thrust, squelch… Thrust, slurp, slop…

The man’s hand tightened and loosened on his head repeatedly. The sensation of the cock thrusting almost to his solar plexus and pulling out again was violent enough to be called brutal.

Can a body even handle this? Seriously, do people just do this normally? It felt like his body had been torn in half. Jaeha fell into a familiar kind of terror. He couldn’t breathe and desperately wanted to pull the cock from his throat. But he had a gut feeling that wouldn’t end well either. Like pulling out an arrow embedded in his body—he feared his throat might break or be permanently damaged in the process.

“Guhhk…”

But it wasn’t up to Jaeha to decide. The man pulled his hips back. The sensation of it sliding out made his skin crawl. It felt like the cock was sticking to the soft lining of his esophagus, reluctant to leave, being squeezed tightly on the way out. Maybe it was lucky it didn’t come out completely with something else attached.

His eyelids twitched. Even the instinct to breathe was momentarily forgotten. His mind went blank from sheer overload. He didn’t even realize he was clawing at Aiden’s thighs.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, deep thrust.

His nose was rubbed against coarse pubes. Soaked with his own drool, it was sticky and wet. The cock kept going in and out, but the long, thick shaft never fully withdrew. The glans caught at his esophagus before slowly sinking back in again, leaving no space for a breath. Each time his throat bulged, Jaeha’s eyes nearly rolled back.

Drool continued to leak as his nose was pressed hard into the man’s pubes, the sounds of splashing fluid echoed each time.

Then,

Thrust—deep.

“Ah… fuck, that’s so good…”

At the very moment he was buried to the hilt, the man came.

It made sense, considering he ejaculated while lodged deep in Jaeha’s esophagus, but his Adam’s apple twitched, swallowing it down in gulps. The contractions of his throat must have pleased the man, as he chuckled and gave a few more shallow thrusts. With his head bobbing continuously, Jaeha felt dizzy, his vision blurring. The lack of air to the brain left him dazed.

It felt… good. And strange.

“Ah, what should I do?”

Seeing no movement from the now limp Jaeha, the man gently pulled his head back himself, as if helping him breathe again. Only then did air rush into his crushed lungs, and Jaeha, his face red, coughed violently.

“Cough, hack, ugh…”

“You’ll need to change your clothes.”

“My—clothes? Cough…”

“You came.”

“….”

He wanted to deny reality as those words reached him while he was still catching his breath, gasping like a fish out of water. He lowered his head with a creak. He didn’t even need to look to feel how sticky and soaked his pants were—but he had to see it to believe it.

“Shall I ask the nurse to bring you patient clothes?”

As Aiden’s voice came, laced with amusement, Jaeha could only mumble back in a voice buried under layers of humiliation.

“Yes…”

Receiving the hospital clothes via a nurse after they’d passed through Aiden’s hands was perhaps the most humiliating thing he’d ever experienced. It was as mortifying and shameful as the time he tried to hide a pee-stained blanket only for the headmistress to find it. Jaeha knew “shame” and “embarrassment” were synonymous, but he used both anyway. That’s how bad it was. It was that bad.

His jaw felt dislocated—completely numb—and there was still a lingering fishy taste at the back of his throat. The prickling sensation in his nose wouldn’t go away no matter how much he sniffled.

“Are you done yet?”

“…Would it be okay if I just shower first?”

“So we can go all the way?”

“I’ll be out soon.”

The luxurious hospital room had its own bathroom. Jaeha had holed himself up in there, crouching against the door, groaning. He didn’t have the courage to face Aiden’s whining request to see him, so he responded in a dying voice—only for the answer to be an emotional bomb, prompting a hasty reply.

“Yes. I’ll be quick.”

“…”

Footsteps faded, followed by a laugh. Probably headed back to the bed. Why did he even bother coming all the way to the bathroom door when he’s injured… That thought sparked a sudden concern for Aiden’s condition, prompting Jaeha to move quickly. He had to change, rinse his mouth, and get out quickly…

“…”

He changed into the new pants. They were loose, so slipping into them wasn’t hard. He rinsed his mouth with cold water, splashed his face clean, and looked into the mirror.

‘How can anyone find this cute…’

He looked awful. He didn’t exactly bawl like the man might’ve imagined, but the natural teariness and sinus reaction from all the stimulation had made the area around his eyes puffy and red. His hair was a mess, and his lips slightly swollen.

Objectively, it wasn’t that bad—but to Jaeha, who had just fallen in love and wanted to look good to the other person, it looked terrible. Smoothing his hair back with wet fingers, he let out a deep sigh.

“Haa…”

In stark contrast, his body felt amazing. Though he hadn’t received direct guiding, maybe the deep physical contact had sufficed—his headaches and tactile numbness from lack of guiding were gone. Jaeha opened and closed his fist. His hand, previously numb from lack of circulation, now tingled pleasantly as blood returned—a cool, ticklish sensation that actually felt good.

“Focus… I need to get it together.”

He was starting to fall under again. Taking a deep breath, Jaeha rummaged through the pants he’d tossed on the floor and pulled out an ampoule he’d brought just in case. He’d already taken one before meeting Aiden, but after having his irregular wavelength exposed to the man’s guiding, there was no telling how it might have changed—or if he might be found out. Better to be cautious.

He snapped open the ampoule and downed it.

“Ugh…”

The first time he drank one, it had made him gag violently, but he’d somehow gotten used to it. Now it just made his stomach feel a little queasy. No vomiting blood, no blurring vision—either because he’d built up a tolerance or because his inner wave had already been torn to shreds. Either way, unless he really overdid it, he was fine.

“…Huh?”

Or so he thought.

But suddenly, his insides flipped. His stomach twisted and his vision blurred violently. His nerves turned to mush—it felt like he’d become one of those inflatable tube men. He instinctively knew he was going to collapse, and the itch in his shredded esophagus signaled oncoming blood.

Jaeha’s posture crumbled.

Thunk.

He twisted his body as he fell, managing to grab the toilet somehow. Even in this state, some part of him thought he shouldn’t vomit blood on the floor. With trembling hands, he lifted the lid just in time to vomit up something hot and sharp.

“Ugh, cough, urgh…”

His vision flashed white, then black. Though his sight was too hazy to see clearly, he could tell from the vivid color that he was vomiting blood. Chunks of something torn from his innards dropped with wet thuds. The pain in his esophagus and solar plexus was like being scorched from the inside, and he clawed desperately at his chest, wanting to tear something out.

Where was he? Who was he with? Why was this happening? He forgot everything in the face of that searing pain.

Jaeha managed to hang on to a shred of consciousness only because of a distant, urgent voice echoing faintly in his ears. There was knocking, too.

“Jaeha-ssi?”