Snake Venom Ch 107(NSFW)

Chapter 107(NSFW)

 

“Please touch me quickly.”

 

As he urged, thrusting his hips, the slick, warm mass nodded heavily. When it was enveloped in Cheon Wooshin’s large hand, his thighs clenched with a twitch. A distant, vague fear raced through the crimson excitement. Lee Yeonwoo reached out again. Cheon Wooshin, lowering his upper body, obediently nestled into Lee Yeonwoo’s arms. Not content with that, he tilted his chin to meet their lips in a response that brought tears of joy. Lee Yeonwoo exhaled a moist breath.

 

The large hand swiftly swept up and down the sensitized fleshy pillar. As it skillfully stimulated the fluid-drenched glans and the area below, stars burst before Lee Yeonwoo’s eyes. His mouth felt as if it had swallowed fire. When thirst arose and he swallowed the damp breath, Cheon Wooshin’s tongue plunged deep into his throat.

 

Breathing became sweet. The saliva he offered was even sweeter. It was the Cheon Wooshin he adored. It was simply wonderful.

 

“Ha, haeup.”

 

Semen gushed from the tip of his manhood.

 

“Hueu….”

 

Lee Yeonwoo, reaching climax, jerked his hips. His abdominal muscles contracted, and the area around his groin convulsed noisily. Cheon Wooshin’s tender yet mechanical movements continued. From between his moist lips, ambiguous sounds—neither breaths nor moans—escaped feebly. Lee Yeonwoo ejaculated ceaselessly, expelling thick semen again and again.

 

Thus, after struggling in ecstasy and uttering unsightly groans for the third time, Lee Yeonwoo sensed something amiss. His manhood, erecting again almost instantly after release, and the unrelenting arousal were downright frightening. Would there even be an end? Was it truly acceptable for his body to respond so intensely?

 

It was a moment where anxiety and rapture intersected. Cheon Wooshin pressed his lips to Lee Yeonwoo’s ear.

 

“From now on, mere ejaculation likely won’t suffice.”

 

“…….”

 

Cheon Wooshin’s calm voice, embedded in his ear, seemed to have already read Lee Yeonwoo’s thoughts.

 

“Direct stimulation of the prostate through penetration would be most effective.”

 

His tone was no different from when he briefed the team during operations. His face, as he straddled the limp body, was eerily composed.

 

The fingers that had been circling and stimulating only the manhood and testicles adeptly sought a deeper place beneath the legs. The thighs, which had trembled and relaxed repeatedly, parted to either side, responding dully to the stimulation. Cheon Wooshin restrained any attempt to close them and neatly removed the pants still caught around the ankles.

 

Lee Yeonwoo did not mind in the least. His ears melted at the voice that clearly showed consideration, and his abdomen tingled with resonance. A fragrance wafted faintly. It was Cheon Wooshin’s scent. A captivating aroma, cool like the night air after autumn rain yet urging one to step into the downpour, enveloped Lee Yeonwoo. A hazy sensation surged. Instinctively, Lee Yeonwoo pursued the most comfortable and secure memory. The closest and most cherished memory. He murmured softly.

 

“Kiss….”

 

The tiny sound, buried in his breathing, brushed Cheon Wooshin’s ear. The corners of his mouth curved faintly.

 

“Was it good?”

 

At the low inquiry, Lee Yeonwoo nodded with dazed eyes.

 

“That was really good… mm…. Yes, I liked it. I liked it so much.”

 

Cheon Wooshin briefly overlapped their lips with Lee Yeonwoo’s. With the hand below, he traced the entrance before pushing in. The opening, relaxed by heat, easily swallowed one finger.

 

“Shall we do more?”

 

“Yes, I like it. Hueu….”

 

When the fingers increased to two, Lee Yeonwoo arched his neck. Only then did the sensation of intrusion register, having burrowed as deeply as the time it went unnoticed. His unconscious reaction bordered on rejection, yet Cheon Wooshin drew closer instead. He firmly pressed down Lee Yeonwoo’s stiffened thighs.

 

With pressure neither painful nor too gentle, he traced the cleft muscles with his fingertips. Though intended to ease Lee Yeonwoo’s tension, it served as further stimulation, caWooshing the entrance to tighten. Cheon Wooshin caressed the delicate inner walls more softly and added another finger.

 

The sensation below, now spread wide, must have been vivid. Startled yet clinging to Cheon Wooshin rather than pushing him away, Lee Yeonwoo was lost, unsure how to respond to the onslaught of stimulation. Once again, Cheon Wooshin slipped through Lee Yeonwoo’s unstable boundaries. It was not difficult.

 

Soon, three fingers moved in and out at a slow but relentlessly steady rhythm. The process etched new pleasure in place of pain, meticulously widening the interior. Cheon Wooshin observed even the smallest of Lee Yeonwoo’s reactions with keen attentiveness. At times, he broke the steady rhythm to tease the inside mischievously. Inevitably, Lee Yeonwoo twisted his waist, scattering moans into the air that he would never utter sober, even leaking thin semen in the process.

 

“Huaat…. Uh, wait a moment.”

 

“I’ve stopped.”

 

“Uut, heu…! Again, I came again…!”

 

“Shall we kiss?”

 

“Mm, yes, yes.”

 

Even as Lee Yeonwoo reveled in ecstasy, Cheon Wooshin’s gaze remained heavily fixed upon him. He willingly granted what Lee Yeonwoo desired, then took what was due in return. Observing the process as if in contemplation, Cheon Wooshin appeared utterly rational, yet beneath that surface he clutched an unnamed emotion he himself could not fully guard against. It was a madness-like attachment, a possessive desire. Cheon Wooshin revealed it without letting it erupt. At his own slow, meticulous pace, he eroded Lee Yeonwoo.

 

When Cheon Wooshin scraped against Lee Yeonwoo’s prostate, the folds, loosened by repeated stimulation, suddenly clenched tight. Another wave of intense pleasure surged, quickening Lee Yeonwoo’s breath. Despite having released so much, the urge to ejaculate returned. Just as Lee Yeonwoo curled his waist and drew in a breath.

 

The fingers withdrew all at once, and something thick and blunt pressed against the entrance. Soon, it parted the dense folds.

 

“Uh, wait.”

 

Though widened enough for four fingers, the entrance clenched as if for the first time. Rather than pain, the thickness pressing against the inner walls rattled his reason. The breath he could not fully draw spun uselessly in his throat and broke off. Lee Yeonwoo flailed like a drowning man.

 

“Ha…. Haa!”

 

Thought snapped off, and his mind flashed white. Lee Yeonwoo already knew this sensation. The shocking, painful first penetration—yet even then, he had prioritized Cheon Wooshin, recalling the sorrow and loneliness that had flooded in alongside.

 

Though this entry was incomparably careful and slow, the body’s reaction outpaced consciousness. Again, it was Cheon Wooshin. Despite a strong aversion to penetration, Lee Yeonwoo clutched him desperately. It was as if that were the only answer.

 

“Team Leader, this hurts. It will… hurt.”

 

At Lee Yeonwoo’s terrified mumble, Cheon Wooshin paused. His eyes darkened deeply. Though he uttered no curses, his face hardened fiercely as he turned toward Lee Yeonwoo’s pallid neck.

 

That snake bastard must have hurt him badly. The fleeting thought ground between his molars with a crunch. Cheon Wooshin, halting his hips momentarily, brushed Lee Yeonwoo’s hair back. Feverish heat radiated clearly from the flushed cheeks. Yet the pure, unspoiled aura remained undisturbed. Cheon Wooshin whispered to him.

 

“I promised, didn’t I.”

 

When his fingers, stroking the hair, caught on a protruding ear, Lee Yeonwoo shrank his shoulders like a guilty man. Cheon Wooshin kissed the bridge of his nose and cheeks.

 

“I said I wouldn’t do anything that hurts.”

 

As he murmured tenderly, Cheon Wooshin did not force Lee Yeonwoo as his words might suggest. Instead, he delved slowly and persistently into Lee Yeonwoo’s depths.

 

“Relax.”

 

Yet the manhood filling the entrance was not a size one could endure by willpower alone. Moisture gathered in Lee Yeonwoo’s eyes, but Cheon Wooshin pushed his own further in, lowering his voice.

 

“Breathe.”

 

“…….”

 

“Lee Yeonwoo.”

 

“Heu, huu….”

 

“That’s it.”

 

The hand stroking the back of his head was affectionate. Lips descended upon his forehead and the corners of his eyes. As the unparalleled slow and insistent comfort continued, Lee Yeonwoo’s body began to relax. Taking it as a signal, Cheon Wooshin’s manhood advanced even deeper. In place of pain came a subtle heat and pressure.

 

“It’s all in.”

 

Lee Yeonwoo, gazing down at their seamlessly joined lower bodies, blinked rapidly. His eyes, holding nothing, wavered aimlessly, yet what bloomed within was unmistakably pleasure.

 

Cheon Wooshin’s voice flowed into his numbed ears. It doesn’t hurt, does it? He nodded. Then how about this? The shaft buried to the root squirmed out before plunging back in with a thud. Though somewhat merciless, it did not hurt. Rather, the vague, dull stimulations concentrated around the entrance, caWooshing his thighs to tremble. The foreign sensation, never felt before, was dizzying and sharp.

 

“Mm, it’s… okay, hueu….”

 

Cheon Wooshin slowly raised his upper body. Unlike Lee Yeonwoo, who felt stripped bare despite being clothed, he remained impeccably composed. He breathed slowly. The shirt beneath the collar, tightly encircling his thick neck, swelled tautly.

 

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