BW C34(NSFW)

Chapter 34(NSFW)

noncon

It simply landed on him. The hand was so large that it carried weight, yet its warmth felt like being covered with a furnace, and it wasn’t unpleasant.

Hoeun felt the drowsiness scattering away, but he kept his eyes firmly shut. Almost as if he wanted to show Taemuk that he was already asleep. But he could not keep that pretense for long. Taemuk’s hand slipped straight into his trousers.

“……”

Hoeun’s eyes flew open wide.

For a moment, he thought he was dreaming. Otherwise, such a situation made no sense. But Taemuk’s hand felt far too vivid. The heft and weight of it were undeniable. The waistband of his usually loose trousers suddenly pulled tight, the presence of that hand making itself even more distinct.

“Gen…eral?”

Hoeun’s voice creaked as he looked at Taemuk, but the man’s hand only reached deeper.

“General! Gen—general…”

Hoeun cried out in alarm, almost screaming his name. But he couldn’t finish the word twice in a row, for Taemuk had tightly seized his genitals. Not only the shaft but even the testicles were held in one hand.

“Your—your hand, please take your hand away. Please…”

Hoeun pleaded, his face blanched pale. Terror surged in him. He feared not only what Taemuk might do to his sex, but also the unspeakable acts that could follow.

“……”

But Taemuk gave no reply. Hoeun clutched at his arm with one hand, his wrist with the other, trying desperately to pry him off. At that moment, Taemuk pulled his genitals downward in one long motion. Almost as though he were milking a cow.

“Ugh…ah…”

A bizarre sensation made Hoeun’s shoulders hunch. Something sharp and tingling sparked through him. It felt as if countless fine bolts of lightning were striking down his spine.

While Hoeun was momentarily frozen, Taemuk kept moving his hand. His rough, calloused fingers pressed, kneaded, and rubbed across sensitive, tender flesh without care.

Hoeun shook his head from side to side.

“Hhh, ah, G-general… this… this is not… hhh…”

“……”

“General, please… stop, stop…”

Hoeun still clutched at his arm, trying to lift it away, but it didn’t budge. It was as if someone had driven a stake between his legs to hold that hand there.

“General, p-please take your hand away. I beg you…”

At his tear-choked plea, Taemuk lowered his head and said:

“Be quiet. Do you want all the others to hear you whining?”

In the darkness, Taemuk’s voice sounded even lower than usual. The chill of that deep tone froze Hoeun’s ear.

Hoeun stiffened in shock.

Hear… my voice?

He glanced at the sagging entrance of the tent. The cloth was thick, revealing nothing of the outside. Yet fear clamped down on him. What if someone heard his voice? What if someone looked inside?

“……”

Hoeun clamped his hands over his lips. Absurdly enough, preventing his shame from spilling out mattered more to him than stopping Taemuk’s hand. Face was as precious as life itself. That was the world Hoeun had lived in.

He thought he heard Taemuk snicker softly. At the same time, the man’s hand grew even more reckless. The fabric of Hoeun’s trousers rose and fell, bulging out, then sinking back, only to swell again. At times it stretched so much that it seemed it might tear.

“Mmph, hhn, mmh, uhh…”

Hoeun felt every hair on his body stand on end. However frail his health might be, he was still a man, and he had pleasured himself before. Yet never had he felt anything like this.

Was this how it was supposed to feel? For his groin to tickle so unbearably, his lower belly to spark so sharply? What if he lost control and urinated disgracefully?

Overwhelmed by this unfamiliar storm of sensation, tears welled up. He was frightened, humiliated, and confused.

His large eyes filled with shimmering tears. The world around him was dark, yet his damp pupils glittered brightly.

“……”

Taemuk stared at him intently. Each time Hoeun’s neat, clean face twisted, Taemuk swallowed—whether dry saliva or drool, even he could not tell.

“Hh, ngh, hhnngh!”

The faster Taemuk’s hand moved, the fiercer the sensations became. Pleasure that stung and throbbed made Hoeun’s dry knees press tightly together. It didn’t hide the organ in front, but his body couldn’t help drawing in.

With his other hand, Taemuk pulled Hoeun against him. Their distance shrank until Taemuk’s breath seeped into Hoeun’s ear canal. Hoeun squirmed like a little snake, trying to escape, when Taemuk commanded:

“Let go.”

Hoeun shook his head wildly, pressing his lips tighter beneath his hands. His cheeks bulged where his palms pushed in. The sight was pitifully cute, but Taemuk’s tone was resolute.

“Let go.”

“……”

Hoeun blinked rapidly. Each time, a bead of tear rolled down. After a moment of hesitation, he lowered his hands unwillingly. He bit down hard on his plump lower lip, as if to vow that not a shred of breath would escape.

But Taemuk’s command did not stop there.

“Open your mouth.”

“……”

Hoeun looked up at him pitifully. His eyes said No, I don’t want to, please don’t make me. But Taemuk cut down his silent pleas with a single word:

“Mouth.”

Reluctantly, Hoeun parted his lips slightly. His reddened lips quivered, as did his long lashes. From between his teeth spilled soft puffs of breath, rich with his scent.

That sight was… indecently alluring.

Taemuk swallowed Hoeun’s lips in one bite. Before Hoeun could close his mouth in surprise, Taemuk shoved his tongue inside.

“Mphhh…”

Hoeun squeezed his eyes shut. Their lips pressed so tightly that they flattened, and their tongues tangled wetly. Taemuk sucked his tongue with such force it was dragged straight out, then sometimes stirred every corner of Hoeun’s mouth. His cheeks puffed and hollowed as if he were sucking on candy.

At the same time, Taemuk’s hand around his sex grew faster. He pulled long, as if to rip it off, then smacked down so hard even the testicles ached.

“Mmm, hhh, hh, ahh… uhh…”

Hoeun’s waist jerked up and down irregularly. His grip on Taemuk’s arm grew tight. The folds of his robe crumpled under his clutch, then in one desperate tug even slipped off one of Taemuk’s broad shoulders.

But Taemuk did not stop. He continued to torment Hoeun’s sex—rolling his balls in his palm, then rubbing the slickened tip harshly with his thumb.

With the pleasure growing heavier, Hoeun grew more and more helpless. He had no immunity to this. He would rather suffer fever, rather fall sick, than endure this. It felt as if he were no longer himself. His toes curled, his breath grew hotter, his vision spun—he wanted to die.

Then Taemuk finally pulled his lips away.

“Hhhuhhh…”

Hoeun buried himself in Taemuk’s chest. He rubbed his face frantically against the firm muscles. Tears, mucus, and spit dampened Taemuk’s chest.

It should have been disgusting, yet a faint smile played at Taemuk’s lips. He buried his nose in Hoeun’s damp hair and began shaking his wrist in short, sharp strokes.

“Mm, ahh, hh, ngh…”

Crushed under the weight of pleasure, Hoeun trembled in jerks, still biting down on his lips. Even then, like a true noble, he hated letting moans escape.

As Taemuk’s hand quickened, climax drew near. Hoeun’s back bent deeper, his grip on Taemuk’s arm tightened. He was about to reach his peak when—

Taemuk stopped.

“Ahh…”

Hoeun snapped his eyes open, looking up. His face was pitiful, stupidly blank. The corners of his eyes flushed red, his pupils dazed, like a puppy whose food bowl had just been kicked away.

A crooked smile spread over Taemuk’s lips. He bent closer and whispered:

“Say it. Beg me to touch your cock.”

“……”

“Hurry.”

“……”

Even at his urging, Hoeun refused to speak. Instead, he bit down on his lower lip, a fragile defiance. In response, Taemuk dragged his nail from the base of Hoeun’s cock all the way up beneath the tip.

“Uhhhnn…”

The sensation made his hair stand on end, his neck thrown back. Unwittingly, his hips thrust toward Taemuk’s hand. But Taemuk only withdrew.

At that instant, Hoeun realized. Until he gave Taemuk what he wanted, this torment would not end. His tear-soaked eyes glistened again. A drop fell as he whispered in a crushed voice:

“P-please… touch… my cock…”