To get ready, I sneakily reached back and rubbed at my crack. When my wet fingers brushed it, a groan slipped out on its own. Since something was going to go in there anyway, I figured I might as well memorize the feeling, so I pushed a finger in.
“Ugh.”
The resistance made me want to pull it right back out, but I clenched my teeth and forced it deeper. I wriggled my finger, trying to remember which direction the old bastard had stabbed in. But I couldn’t find it in one shot the way a professional like him could. Whimpering from the discomfort, I pulled my finger out.
How the hell am I supposed to do this. My confidence got cut in half and I hung my head, and down below, the pitiful thing that had been getting splashed with water was awkwardly standing at attention.
Seeing that, I let out a hollow laugh. No matter how much people say your dick and your head think separately, it’s ridiculous that this body can turn even this kind of unpleasantness into pleasure.
Figuring it’d be better to just take care of it and go, I wrapped my hand around my dick. I pulled the skin down and tugged upward, searching for a familiar pleasure. I tried to use past experience or the porn I’d seen as side dishes, but out of nowhere, the face that popped into my head was Lee Kangjoo.
My breathing started to hitch. It felt like it wasn’t my own hand gripping my dick, but his, and I got impatient. Thick. Big. A hand generous enough to wrap my balls and dick all at once. Completely different from the soft, yielding palms of women—his was a veined hand, the back rough, calluses rising like knots across his palm.
The end felt close but stayed far away. I bit down hard on my lower lip and lifted my hand to grab my flat chest. The moment my index finger pressed down on my stiff nipple, the memory and sensation of Lee Kangjoo’s fingertips crushing me like popping soap bubbles crashed over me.
“Hng...!”
I shot a pale rope of cum across the bathroom wall, shoulders hunching as I shuddered. Lethargy washed over me at the end of the pleasure. I pressed my forehead to the wet wall and dragged in ragged breaths.
Does this even count as preparation.
I hadn’t even properly loosened the hole. I stared blankly at my palm, where the semen hadn’t fully washed away yet. ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Preparation of both mind and body—failed.
* * *
Sitting in the taxi, I took deep breaths over and over. I must have been inhaling and exhaling way too hard, because the driver in the front seat glanced back at me, puzzled. I didn’t care. Lee Kangjoo filled my head completely.
I’d looked over the audiovisual materials. I’d made thorough preparations. There was nothing to be nervous about. It was different from a woman, sure, but it was still the same human body. Rubbing, getting hard, thrusting, pounding, coming—none of that was any different.
...But could I really put that in?
No, wait. If I got lucky, maybe I wouldn’t even have to put it in today.
Then would that mean putting it in next time?
But is there even a “next” to begin with.
Before I could sort through the dizzying thoughts, the taxi arrived in front of the hotel. I got out with grim resolve and rode the hotel elevator up.
On the outside I probably looked calm, but peel back a layer and there was a fidgety child inside. It had to be because the memory of what happened last time, in that office, was so horrifying and overwhelmingly vivid.
Standing in front of the room Lee Kangjoo had told me about, I chanted “I’m fine” ten times and pressed the doorbell. Part of me desperately hoped no one would be there, but after the bell rang a couple of times, the door opened.
“.......”
Lee Kangjoo stood there blocking the doorway, wearing nothing but a robe. A body like a door itself, and a deep chest cleft carved by muscle took up my entire field of view. His skin was damp, like he’d just showered. The cool moisture brushing against me made it obvious he’d used cold water.
“Come in.”
Rubbing his wet hair with a towel, Lee Kangjoo stepped aside. I nodded awkwardly and went in. He’d used cold water, so why did I feel heat crawling up my back. It was like there was a huge beast behind me instead of a man.
To shake off the tension, I looked around the room. It was huge. I’d been to hotels before, but this was the first time I’d ever stepped into a place this spacious and comfortable, so I scanned my surroundings like some country bumpkin seeing Seoul for the first time.
The top-floor suite had a separate living room and bedroom. The bed visible through the doorway was especially enormous. Big enough for three grown men to lie down on.
I’d jacked off with my dick out in the sitting room, yet my mouth was bone-dry now. Was it because I was alone with Lee Kangjoo, or because of what was about to happen.
“Um... thank you. For the supplements last time. They were something I really wanted to try, so I was wondering how you knew. They were good.”
I started with a greeting. I wanted to break this stiff atmosphere. I bowed my head slightly as I spoke awkwardly, and Lee Kangjoo looked down at me.
For someone who’d called me over to sleep with him, his face was indifferent. Just looking at his expression, it felt like I should be pulling out business documents instead of taking off my clothes. My neck shrank back on its own. Making people shrink seemed to be Lee Kangjoo’s innate aura.
“Put on some weight?”
“Weight?”
Did he prefer skinny people. Even while drowning in worries, my appetite had come back and I’d been eating more than usual—was I a pig now? I hurriedly looked down at my wrist. There wasn’t much change.
“I don’t think so.”
“Let’s see.”
Lee Kangjoo’s hand grabbed my waist. I let out a startled yelp, but he carefully felt me up anyway, kneading and probing. He ran his hand along my side and across my stomach, then very slightly furrowed his brow. It was a change you’d miss if you weren’t paying close attention.
“Put on some weight.”
“You like people heavier?”
“It’ll be good for you, Cha Haejun. You need strength to endure.”
Wasn’t there a witch in some fairy tale who fattened up children to eat them. I hadn’t dropped crumbs of candy on the road, but it felt like I’d suddenly been kidnapped by a witch and told to gain weight. The man in front of me was impossibly handsome for a witch, and his build and body were nothing like an old woman’s, but the part where he intended to eat me was the same.
As if further conversation was a hassle, Lee Kangjoo shoved me down onto the bed. The mattress was so soft that it didn’t hurt at all. What was terrifying was the shadow covering my whole body. The way he looked down at me, the pot-lid-sized hand pinning my chest so I couldn’t run.
“Sir, may I ask just one question?”
“One.”
A generous permission that made it clear he wouldn’t allow more than that. I propped myself up on my elbow.
I was used to looking down from above, so being the one looking up felt unfamiliar and scary. I forced a smile to hide it. Like I did with other customers, I smiled with my eyes and tilted the corners of my lips up. Eight out of ten people used to snicker and call it cute. Looked at another way, it was pathetic.
“Didn’t you say you weren’t into sticking it in a man’s mouth?”
Coming from someone who’d enthusiastically shoved it into my mouth before. Lee Kangjoo didn’t look like someone who’d be interested in men at all, so I was curious why he wanted to fuck me.
“Ah.” Lee Kangjoo rolled his eyes briefly. It wasn’t a thinking look. It meant answering was a pain. Still, he opened his mouth properly.
“Life’s boring. Thought I’d try something new.”
So I was just a way to kill time.
Then again, had there ever been a customer who wasn’t. I decided to show my professionalism as a rag and started unbuttoning my shirt myself. Even so, I couldn’t stop my fingers from trembling slightly.
I’d steeled myself. I’d been breached before. I kept repeating and convincing myself that I could do it, but the moment Lee Kangjoo’s hand touched my body, everything collapsed like a sandcastle. As his hot hand grabbed my ass, the thought “I’m fucked” flashed through my head, and at the same time my lower abdomen throbbed and my dick sprang fully hard.
All this just from having my ass grabbed—thinking back on how I’d once gone to the hospital for erectile dysfunction was embarrassing.
I didn’t take my shirt off. Lee Kangjoo stopped my hand as I was unbuttoning it. Maybe he liked keeping clothes on. There were customers like that sometimes—guys who enjoyed rough play, who liked fucking with their suit on, zipper open.
Lee Kangjoo might be that type. Judging by how he’d rammed his dick into my mouth until the corners of my lips tore—most likely to punish me at the time—it was pretty convincing.
There was no kissing. No foreplay. Lee Kangjoo bent me over the bed and pulled my ass up. He tapped his huge dick against my plump, smooth ass—the only place on my skinny body with any real flesh. Just as he pressed the blunt tip against my tightly closed hole and started to push—
“W-wait a second!”
I twisted my body and hurriedly stopped him. My face had gone deathly pale. Even the old bastard who’d shoved a rod into me had at least used lube, but Lee Kangjoo was about to jam that monstrous thing in with no preparation at all. It was basically attempted murder. My heart was pounding like crazy.
