RB 95

“Huh! Ah!”

The loud moans never ceased. They seemed to be mixed with sobs at times. The sound of slurping added to the mix, intensifying the auditory assault.

“Ch-Chairman, hmm, not there… Ah, please, ugh!”

Eunho gasped, barely managing to plead between ragged breaths. But it couldn’t stop Yeorok. The man, usually impeccably neat, had buried his face between Eunho’s legs, greedily sucking at his rear.

The two legs draped over Yeorok’s shoulders trembled. A soft tongue moistened his folds. Each time plump lips pressed against his skin and sucked, Eunho’s toes curled and straightened repeatedly. All ten white toes glistened, soaked in saliva. That too was because Yeorok had sucked them.

“……”

Instead of answering, Yeorok continued sucking. Eunho’s flushed face was bright red. How could this possibly be the reaction of someone telling him to stop? He couldn’t even swallow his saliva, he was drooling and on the verge of fainting.

Yeorok never imagined he’d end up sucking a man’s asshole in his lifetime. Instinctive greed crushed any repulsion. The urge to devour Sim Eunho whole was no joke. He wanted to swallow every inch of Eunho—flesh, blood, bones—and keep it inside him forever.

Yeorok briefly pulled away, examining Eunho’s rear entrance, now soaked through with his own saliva. The bright pink opening quivered like a gasping mouth, begging for more kisses, reluctant to let the caress end.

“……”

Yeorok silently watched, then used both thumbs to spread the flesh around the hole. The tight opening stretched horizontally. Without hesitation, he pushed his tongue inside.

“Huh, ah! Don’t put it in! Ah! Please don’t!”

As the soft flesh invaded him, Eunho’s trembling grew more violent. Finally, covering his face, tears streamed down his face.

Had that been a negative reaction, Yeorok might have reconsidered. Regrettably, Eunho’s body betrayed his owner’s intentions, responding with fervor. His trembling thighs and taut scrotum were proof of arousal. His crimson-hot member seemed poised to erupt at any moment.

Tormenting Sim Eunho was pleasurable. He seemed unaware that the more he writhed with a pitiful expression, the more it fueled one’s sadistic urges. Yeorok gripped his fleshy cheeks tightly while swirling his tongue inside. Not only did he lick the hot inner walls thoroughly, but he also forced saliva deep within.

The mucous membrane, which had felt slightly dry, was soon saturated with sticky fluid. As he thrust his tongue in and out, a squelching sound echoed.

“Ah! Huh! Ugh!”

Eunho’s hips trembled in sync. His moans grew louder until he finally couldn’t hold back, spilling thin semen. Reaching climax, his thighs instinctively clenched together. Eunho’s legs clamped tightly around Yeorok’s head. It was something he could never have done sober.

Trapped inside, Yeorok waited for Eunho’s release to end. Only when the thighs pressed against his cheeks and temples relaxed and fell away did he slowly lift his face.

“You really love your ass getting eaten, don’t you?”

Yeorok, saying those words, looked the one basking in pleasure. His lips glistened, drenched in saliva, but he wore an irresistibly charming smile. Eunho, drained of life, lacked the energy to respond. All he could manage was to pant, his gaze fixed solely on Yeorok’s face.

Yeorok gathered the semen pooled on Eunho’s belly and smeared it onto his own fingers. He spread Eunho’s limp knees wider, then pushed his middle and index fingers, coated in semen, deep inside his hole.

“Ah… Huh! Mm!”

As his fingers thrust deep into his stretched walls, Eunho’s head jerked back again. His body was hypersensitive, barely recovered from his recent climax.

Yeorok’s fingers relentlessly kneaded his sensitive spot. His thoroughly loosened inner walls eagerly clenched and squeezed his fingers. From below, a wet, slurping sound persisted, as if he were squirting out love juice.

“……”

Yeorok lowered his eyes. The more he watched Eunho melt endlessly under his touch, the more an inexplicable heat spread through his mind.

Wasn’t this too obscene? Enough to make even a passing dog go into heat and drool. Pretty and pure Sim Eunho—he was the madman who shoved him into a drug den to be devoured. Even now, thinking back on that day made his head spin.

The mere thought of someone else being with Eunho made his head spin. His possessive obsession sparked a vicious thirst. Water couldn’t quench it. Only Sim Eunho could fill it.

Yeorok abruptly pulled his finger out. With his wet hand, he grabbed Eunho’s legs and spread them wide, pressing his groin tightly against him. Though he’d barely touched him, Yeorok’s cock was already straining up to his navel. Contrasting with his refined face, the enraged head dripped copious amounts of pre-cum.

Yeorok pressed his rigid shaft down, aligning the tip with Eunho’s hole. The fully dilated hole sucked down the cockhead. As half the shaft slid in, Eunho jerked his head back in terror.

“Chairman, no condom, ah!”

Before he could finish, Yeolok rammed his cock all the way in to the hilt.

As their groins slammed together, Yeorok let out a short “Ah.” The sensation of raw flesh was spine-tingling. Eunho’s hot flesh clung to him with a sticky wetness. The pleasure was so vivid it felt like he could stay buried inside him forever, melting his very mind.

Yeorok bent his upper body forward. He pulled Eunho, pinned beneath him, tightly against his chest and began thrusting with fierce intensity.

“Ugh, uhh, hh!”

Eunho moaned as if he were being beaten. His limp arms wrapped around Yeorok’s shoulders. Burying his forehead against You really love your ass getting eaten, don’t you?”‘s straight shoulder blades, he surrendered to the pleasure Yeorok was feeding him.

“Haah, uhh.”

Yeorok moaned, which he rarely did. The member filling his insides felt scorching hot, as if forged in fire. Through their pressed chests, Eunho felt Yeorok’s rapid heartbeat and sweat-drenched skin with brutal clarity. It all pushed Eunho over the edge.

“Come, hmm, come.”

Eunho trembled violently, pressing his thighs tightly against Yeorok’s torso. His rigid member offered no release, merely a few dew-like droplets clinging to its tip. Yet the sensation of ecstasy stretched on endlessly. Eunho experienced a dry climax.

Yeorok’s back stung. Eunho’s fingers had curled into claws, scratching his skin. As a result, crimson lines crisscrossed the once-flawless skin. It was truly a nasty habit.

“You deserve a scolding.”

Yeorok grabbed Eunho’s jaw and pressed their lips together. Even in the frenzy, Eunho instinctively pushed out his limp tongue. He couldn’t tell if this deserved scolding or praise.

He relentlessly thrust his hips while clinging to those lips. The repeated jolts caused their tongues to tangle and separate. Yet like magnets, they clung back together, lips sucking evenly. Sweat poured like rain with each thud of their groins colliding.

“Eunho.”

“Mm, hmm, uhh.”

“Too tight. Relax a little.”

“Huh, uh, I can’t, ahh.”

Eunho was barely conscious. He couldn’t even register how sweetly Choi Yeorok called his name, or how intensely aroused Yeorok’s face looked right now.

Yeorok braced himself on the bed with both hands and thrust fiercely. Fetermined to push Eunho to his absolute limit, he plunged his member deep inside again and again.

“Hah! Huh! Ah!”

The relentless thrusting made Eunho’s nipples stand erect. His already lean body strained as he held his breath, ribs protruding. His skin was flushed crimson. Not a single spot around his eyes, lips, or tip remained dry.

Yeorok exhaled, gazing down below. Between Eunho’s spread legs, he could see his own member buried to the hilt. They were perfectly joined, but his thirst remained unquenched. He burned with frustration, unable to pinpoint the problem.

“Eunho.”

He spoke slowly, rocking his hips. Eunho barely opened his eyes. Yeorok continued thrusting, never breaking eye contact.

“Say you like it.”

Eunho’s eyelids fluttered. His lashes, clumped together with moisture, slowly closed and then fluttered open again.

“I like it, Chairman.”

“Keep going.”

“I like it, hmm, I like it. It feels good, hmm!”

Yeorok clenched his molars. His jaw joint tensed. Eunho’s confession ignited a fire in his lower abdomen like tinder. The cockhead embedded deep inside his guts erupted without warning, shooting semen relentlessly.

Eunho froze, staring only at Yeorok’s face. He was the one who always fucked him until he collapsed from exhaustion before coming.

This sudden release was unbelievable. A shiver, akin to pleasure, ran through him as heat began to spread within his belly. The unfamiliar sensation caused his waist to tremble in a slight spasm.

“It’s okay, don’t tremble.”

Yeorok gently stroked his quivering belly. Whether it was his imagination or not, Eunho felt his stomach seemed more rounded than before. Could he already be pregnant? The silly thought made him chuckle.

Yeorok pressed his groin against his. As their pubic hair rubbed together, the hard cock buried inside churned through Eunho’s belly. What had seemed like gentle caressing gradually took on the rhythm of thrusting. The hand that had been stroking his belly now gripped his waist tightly.

As his member inside him grew firm once more, Eunho’s eyes brimmed with tears.

“Why? Why… You just came.”

His sobs sounded pitiful. Instead of comforting him, Yeolok lowered his head and pulled his head tightly against his chest.

He can barely handle this himself—how much worse must it be for Eunho?

“You said you liked it. You have to take it.”

He felt nothing but pity for Sim Eunho, who had ended up embracing this madman.