Camellia 102

Even though the sensation was unfamiliar, his cock responded faithfully. The once-soft glans gradually stiffened. Already monstrous in size, the thick shaft darkened to a deep red-black.

As blood rushed in and made it twitch, Seolyeong whimpered, unable to watch.

“S-stop… please stop…”

There wasn’t a hint of his usual defiance. A clear drop of precum beaded at the tip.

His slickened urethra twitched faintly , and Sahyeol Amje stared down at it with curiosity. Right then, the thing – obscene as a horse cock– swelled into a full erection. He slowly stuck out his tongue.

“Haaak…!”

The glans slipped smoothly into another person’s mouth. A warm tongue carefully traced the sensitive ridge.

Seolyeong’s thighs’ muscles tightened. His legs, now firm with tension, wrapped around the sect leader’s shoulders and began to pull with insistent strength, as if urging him to keep going.

Sahyeol Amje fondled his balls, lowering his head to take it even deeper.

“Ah, ah… no, fuck, aah…”

This was sex under complete submission, with resistance forbidden. Seolyeong, pinned down by his husband’s qi, hated him so bitterly that tears filled his eyes. And yet, his hard cock rammed at the back of the sect leader’s throat like it had a mind of its own.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it felt insanely good. The lewd, wet sucking sounds made his lower back burn. His vision turned stark white.

“You bastard… aah…! Ngh!”

Distorted moans spilled out nonstop. Tang Yujae, now facing a cock that had swelled so large it looked ready to burst, devoted himself to licking it thoroughly.

When his tongue traced along the pulsing veins on the shaft, Seolyeong’s thighs clenched hard around his ribcage.

“Ugh…! D-don’t suck so… deep…”

He meant to protest, but the words fell apart in his throat.

Seolyeong stared blankly at the ceiling. His flushed face was a mess, drenched in sweat.

Squelch, smack. The obscene sounds made his head spin. A sharp ache sparked in his groin, followed by a sudden, unbearable urge to pee.

The wet warmth of that mouth made his legs tremble as he let out a long moan.

“Haa… huuh!”

Soaked in saliva, his cock had hardened like stone. It filled the sect leader’s mouth to the limit and threatened to punch straight into his throat, forcing Tang Yujae to finally pull it out. Strings of sticky fluid clung between his lips and the tip, stretching like spider silk.

Yujae asked calmly, “Still don’t feel like coming?”

Seolyeong’s crimson eyes, searching the air, rolled toward him. He saw his husband’s face, lips torn at the edges, and eyes out of focus. The man who had just licked up the entire side of his cock whispered again in a low voice.

“I’m sucking you off so you can come. If you keep holding back, your husband’s going to be in trouble, don’t you think?”

That whisper was maddeningly sweet. The dark energy he gave off stirred up thirst again and again. It tickled up to Seolyeong’s chest, and he kicked at the man’s broad shoulder with his heel.

“You bastard…”

But he had no strength left. His ankle fell limply.

Tang Yujae took it as permission and lowered his head again.

“Ah! Ngh, huuuh…!”

His nose brushed through pubic hair as he swallowed the cock whole. Seolyeong thrashed like he was going mad.

To be honest, the damp breath fanning over his skin made him lose it. Every time it happened, it felt like his sanity was melting away into mush. That dizzying sensation made him forget everything.

A delicate pink-tinged hand slowly rose and clutched the back of Sahyeol Amje’s head. He moved without thinking. So lost in the pleasure, Seolyeong didn’t even realize what he was about to do.

“All of it… ngh… swallow all of it, you bastard…”

His strength was pathetic, but Tang Yujae obediently did as asked. Even as the feral cock stabbed into his throat and made him furrow his brow, he never pulled back.

“Haahk, ngh…!”

Seolyeong’s hips bucked uncontrollably. Just then, Yujae’s hand slipped beneath him, supporting his waist. That large hand held him up so Seolyeong could thrust into his husband’s throat however he wanted.

The tip rammed past the roof of his mouth, striking the softest spot again and again with reckless force.

“Mmph…”

A choked moan came from deep in Yujae’s throat, but Seolyeong didn’t care. Right now, all that mattered was plunging in as far as he could so the sect leader could drink down his cum.

It was probably some blood fiend instinct, sadistic by nature. He wanted to punish his husband’s soft, sucking mouth by shooting his load right into it.

“Ah…”

The moment their eyes met, his fingers twisted in the other’s hair, Seolyeong had no choice but to pull out. That submissive face and posture, those eyes blazing with lust… The sect leader looked like he’d been born just to swallow his seed. The same man who had always humiliated him with brute force.

Splurt, splash. The cock slipped free and spurted white semen from the tip. It was thick and sticky, the kind that clung hard.

A sour scent spread over Tang Yujae’s face. And of course, that wasn’t the end.

“Huuuh… hahh…”

Seolyeong let out three more spurts as he groaned, staring at his husband’s ruined expression.

Yujae blinked and wiped the semen off his lashes with a finger. He’d just lectured him about drinking every drop, yet here he was, still a clueless rookie.

“How am I supposed to swallow it if you come all over the place?”

There was even a glob that had landed on his collarbone. Seolyeong had clearly been the one forced into this, yet somehow he felt guilty.

“A-alright… just pick it up and eat it yourself…”

Why the hell am I groveling? The question hovered in his head, but he didn’t have the energy to snap. His eyes flicked to his husband’s lips, still tinged with blood.

“Cool off a bit and return to Yeohwa Hall. We’re heading out tomorrow night, so get a light travel pack ready.”

With that, Tang Yujae calmly stood and straightened his clothes like nothing had happened. Seolyeong stared, flustered.

“…Why… why aren’t you drinking it?”

“What.”

“My… my cum. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? You forced me just to get that.”

After all that sucking and coaxing for yang energy, the man now looked completely uninterested in the actual semen.

Tang Yujae looked down at the still-dripping mess and said lightly, “Too strong.”

“…What?”

“Try jerking off once in a while, Ahyeong. It’s so raw I just can’t stomach it.”

At that disgraceful line, Seolyeong’s whole face flushed bright red again. Tang Yujae gave his hair a shake to fling off the stuck globs, then placed his clothes neatly on the table.

“Your clothes are clean. You can put them on right away.”

With a face as kind as any husband’s, he left without another word.

Left alone, Seolyeong stared down at his own groin. His cock, red and bruised from the intense sucking, looked thoroughly violated.

What did he mean, too strong to eat?

“Is he insane?”

Fury welled up, but his cock had already taken the full brunt of it. As the memory of that scorching pleasure stirred again, Seolyeong shook his head hard.

“Now it just looks like… I’m the one who violated him again…”

That was the most humiliating part.

He kept seeing those blood-streaked lips, and he couldn’t make sense of himself. If only the sect leader had shoved it into his mouth, he could’ve bitten down. But no, it had been Yujae who willingly opened his throat.

“What the hell is going through his head?”

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t guess. All Seolyeong could do was frown down at his still hard cock.

Fucking hell… this disloyal cock was the real problem. He should’ve just cut it off.

It was a confusing afternoon.