Snake Venom Ch 108(NSFW)

Chapter 108(NSFW)

 

Cheon Wooshin extended his hand beneath the thighs. Grasping the hollow behind Lee Yeonwoo’s knees and pushing upward, the pale legs rose supplely until they reached his chest. Dark eyes gazed down at his own manhood nestled between the parted zipper and the entrance joined to it. He stared intently at the folds spread to their utmost limit and the minute quiver of muscles with every breath.

 

“…….”

 

His throat bobbed slowly as he fully absorbed the utterly obscene spectacle. In eyes that appeared cool and devoid of emotion on the surface, a vulgar gleam flickered for an instant. Remaining impeccably composed to the point of selfishness, Cheon Wooshin began to move his hips.

 

“Ha, aat.”

 

The moment the withdrawn length plunged back in, Lee Yeonwoo writhed helplessly. Firmly yet painlessly restraining the flailing thighs, Cheon Wooshin thrust forward again with a thud. Lee Yeonwoo’s crumpled body jolted upward.

 

“Hueuk.”

 

Like a serpent that had finished its feast, the thick shaft withdrew its trunk only to conquer deeper territories with each re-entry. The once-slow movements gradually found rhythm. The folds in friction were dragged backward, then pushed inward along with the penis. Lee Yeonwoo’s body swayed up and down.

 

“Ha, aat, ah….”

 

With every advance and retreat, the wet sounds and moans intensified. Each time the plump tip tapped the prostate somewhere along the inner walls, Lee Yeonwoo flinched as though pricked by thorns, then melted in rapture.

 

The already-stimulated spot was prodded again; the area that had been rubbed was unpredictably crushed. The pale manhood draped over his abdomen swelled once more and swayed. From the tip, not fully erect, a cloudy fluid gushed forth. A large hand reached over the shirt, now a chaotic mess with thin semen. Cheon Wooshin clutched Lee Yeonwoo’s shirt and pushed it up to his chest. The upper body, drenched in sweat, lay completely exposed.

 

On either side of the white, flat chest, nipples stood erect and twitching of their own accord. The contoured lower abdomen convulsed spasmodically with each inhalation.

 

The pace of the thrusting hips grew fiercer. Muscles clenched tight with tension trembled, unable to withstand Cheon Wooshin’s deep penetration. Sweat-slicked skin gleamed slippery, and with every cycle of withdrawal and entry, the delicate bone structure stood out in relief. Cheon Wooshin drove his hips forward powerfully.

 

“Hueut!”

 

Abdominal muscles rippled on either side of the belly that bulged and subsided. Cheon Wooshin lightly pressed down on the undulating lower abdomen while continuing his motions. When he pushed his manhood in, the contours pushing back from within were vivid beneath his fingertips. Lee Yeonwoo panted and twisted his waist.

 

“It tickles, it tickles.”

 

“I’m relieved it doesn’t hurt.”

 

Cheon Wooshin calmly parried the plea laced with moans as he pushed the pinned thighs higher. Maintaining a steady rhythm, he suddenly delved into the deepest part. The unrestrained leg convulsed violently.

 

“Heu, really, it tickles. Team Leader, Team Leader.”

 

Both of Lee Yeonwoo’s wrists, flailing in the air, were seized at once and raised above his head. Cheon Wooshin lowered his upper body and pressed his lips beneath Lee Yeonwoo’s chin. Baring his canines, he simultaneously deepened the penetration, striking the inner walls directly.

 

“Ah, aa!”

 

Thud, thud—with the relentless thrusts, Lee Yeonwoo remained unaware that his moans had risen to a crescendo. Each time his knees buckled inward, his breathing jolted, and he could not steady his mind against the vertiginous sensation of the floor giving way.

 

It felt as though he were being driven endlessly to some unknown place, yet the scent of Cheon Wooshin brought relief. Even when the impacts ravaging his interior flashed white before his eyes, even when his entire body trembled unsightly, what followed was ecstasy. It was so soft, so exquisite that his mind melted into mush.

 

Something leaked steadily from his errantly erect manhood. He had no desire to know what it was. He looked upward. In his blurred vision, there was only Cheon Wooshin. His abdomen quivered—not solely from pleasure. It was a tremor sent from deep within his heart. Lee Yeonwoo cupped Cheon Wooshin’s cheeks. Fingertips drained of strength barely traced his jaw. Reading permission in the unresponsive silence, Lee Yeonwoo fumbled over his neck and shoulders, drawing him into an embrace.

 

Below, they were joined without a seam; within the cherished arms lay Cheon Wooshin. Realizing this anew, his scent, pulse, and body heat crashed over Lee Yeonwoo like waves. His heart overflowed. In truth, there had never been a moment it did not. From the instant he first saw him until now, Lee Yeonwoo had always brimmed with Cheon Wooshin. Like a dam bursting, words bypassing the mind pushed past his lips.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

He was wretched that this was all he could say, yet relieved that it was all he had.

 

“I’m sorry. Truly, I’m sorry. I don’t do this with just anyone. It wasn’t that I sold myself….”

 

If not with Cheon Wooshin, then with whom? Lee Yeonwoo gazed dreamily at the one he alone had permitted.

 

“Because it’s you, Team Leader.”

 

Tilting his head, Cheon Wooshin looked down at Lee Yeonwoo. A flicker of puzzlement crossed his expressionless face. As if savoring the words just heard, he briefly lowered his gaze, then raised it again.

 

“Do you even understand the meaning of what you just said?”

 

Speaking as thoughts arose was already overwhelming; there could be no other meaning. Nothing was hidden or embellished. Yet fearing even those words might sound false, Lee Yeonwoo shook his head vigorously.

 

“It’s not a lie, ueut.”

 

Before the sentence could finish, Cheon Wooshin drove his hips forward. Tension that had momentarily eased tightened once more. The flesh filling the inner walls seemed to swell larger.

 

“Heu, ueut. From now on, I’ll never do it again.”

 

I won’t… Lee Yeonwoo barely swallowed the words that followed unconsciously. He could not. The wish to remain by his side hereafter could not come true. It was a future he dared not hope for.

 

“I was wrong….”

 

Instead, Lee Yeonwoo spoke what he could. Realizing it was the only sentence permitted him, heat welled fiercely in his chest.

 

“I was wrong, Team Leader.”

 

The Team Leader who, knowing he had been deceived, did not grow angry. The Team Leader who indulged his childish, selfish stubbornness. The Team Leader who did not turn away from his reckless heat but embraced it. The Team Leader who beautifully repackaged his first kiss and first experience. He was someone impossible not to love.

 

At some point, Lee Yeonwoo had begun to cry.

 

His face, smeared with tears, was a mess of fever and blooming heat. Sniffling, Lee Yeonwoo wiped his eyes. The effort was futile; large, transparent droplets soaked his lashes and streamed down. Clumsy hands could not stem the endless flow. Soon abandoning the attempt, Lee Yeonwoo slumped and burst into sobs.

 

When would they ever be this close again? The moment was beautiful, sorrowful, regretful—his heart ached to its core.

 

Cheon Wooshin’s face, gazing down at such a Lee Yeonwoo, wore an expression difficult to decipher. It was rigid as though angry, yet overt rage was absent. The eyes piercing the sniffling Lee Yeonwoo were the same—sharp with coldness, yet what seeped through was not cutting. Cheon Wooshin took in the tears, the trembling, the unsightly sobs and cries, and said nothing.

 

“Hueuk, heuu. I was wrong. I was wrong.”

 

Lee Yeonwoo only repeated those words. Between tangled breaths, the same phrase poured out endlessly. Cheon Wooshin, who had been staring at him as if at a curious creature, suddenly furrowed his brow. Turning his head, he glared at the dark window, then twisted his lips.

 

“No wonder it felt off.”

 

“…Hueuk, ueuk.”

 

Drowned in the sobs he himself created, Cheon Wooshin’s voice did not properly reach Lee Yeonwoo’s ears.

 

“You’d lick my feet if I told you to. Wouldn’t you?”

 

Sighing, Cheon Wooshin placed a hand on Lee Yeonwoo’s forehead. Recognizing the familiar coolness, Lee Yeonwoo fumbled toward it in relief.

 

He feared the hand would fall away. Clutching Cheon Wooshin’s hand with both of his own, Lee Yeonwoo pulled it closer. He frantically kissed the palm, wrist, and fingers. From the small lips came shy, smacking sounds. Pouring affection merely onto a palm, Lee Yeonwoo acted with desperate sincerity as though it were all he could do. Before him, Cheon Wooshin’s face hardened terrifyingly.

 

His manhood surged deep into the entrance—fiercely enough to choke the breath. Ignoring the short, pained scream, Cheon Wooshin spread Lee Yeonwoo’s legs wide, withdrew his lower body, then slammed the engorged length to the root with a thud. The insertion was rough enough to rattle the entire frame.

 

“Hueu!”

 

Gripping Lee Yeonwoo’s waist with both hands, Cheon Wooshin increased speed. With each thrust, the depths of the abdomen bulged prominently. The sensation of inner walls being crushed made Lee Yeonwoo flinch. Hot breaths scattered into the air.

 

“Ah, aa!”

 

Leaning back, Cheon Wooshin firmly pulled and pushed Lee Yeonwoo’s waist. Glaring at Lee Yeonwoo collapsing in pleasure with every stab into tender flesh, he spat out each word as if hammering it down.

 

“Where did something like this happen?”

 

With countless pounding recoils, the entire body jolted limply. The panting mouth dried, and indistinct moans spilled chaotically. Each time the soft, pliant inner walls were violently rammed, flesh against flesh produced wet noises.

 

The ever-deepening penetration evoked fear. It felt as though the interior might be ruined. Instinctively, Lee Yeonwoo tried to push away whatever was mercilessly driving him, but the more he did, the rougher Cheon Wooshin became. Pleasure and terror intertwined.

 

“Where did something like this come from?”

 

The low, feral words mingled with breath sounded almost like curses.

 

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