Yi-an recalled the day he first arrived at the man’s house. The man had clearly handed him a phone when he was on the verge of tears, saying he was worried about his younger sibling, and thanks to that, he was able to talk on the phone once again.
Then, speaking in a much softer tone, the man added that he should see her face and verify it for himself. For that moment, at least, Yi-an was genuinely grateful to the man. It did not make sense to feel this way toward someone who had driven him into a corner, but that was how it was, anyway. He had warned that if he pulled any stunts involving words like “accomplice,” both Yiseo and him would face trouble… …and because of that, Yi-an thought he would not have to see his face again, at least not today.
“Well, then… … .”
“Time to go. We’ve had enough fun.”
The man, muttering languidly, reached his hand inside his jacket. Soon, a cigarette emerged from between his long fingers. Yi-an, holding his breath as he watched the scar on the man’s finger meet the cigarette, bit his lip nervously.
“Um, could I arrive at my usual work time? Uh, I won’t run away.”
At those words, the man let out a soft chuckle and placed a cigarette between his shapely lips. He tilted his head slightly, lit the cigarette, and immediately took a deep drag.
“Hoooooo. Then do I have to time my fucking?”
“Cough! Heut, no, that’s not what I meant…….”
A hazy cloud of smoke poured onto Yi-an’s face. The man showed no intention of untwisting his jaw, which he had tilted as if to deliberately blow cigarette smoke at Yi-an. He simply pulled his lips up slightly to form an arc. “Cough, cough!” Unable to even chase away the acrid smoke pouring down on him with his hand, Yi-an could only blink his stinging eyes rapidly.
“Then from what time do you want to keep your legs spread? You said you were going to work.”
“Aheut… … !”
Although it was a sparsely populated neighborhood, unlike a redevelopment zone, it was clearly a place where people lived. However, the man abruptly slipped his hand into Yi-an’s pants, pushed his fingers deep into the gap past his testicles, and thrust them deep into the opening. Grabbing Yi-an’s body, which was trembling unbalanced, with one hand, he violently thrust rapidly into the private hole. The sound of wet flesh rubbing together echoed through the silence.
“Fuck. Isn’t it around 11 o’clock now? It’s time to spread your legs, so why isn’t your pussy wet enough? Huh?”
“Ah, heuh, this place is……!”
The man continued to thrust into Yi-an’s vagina without even spitting out the cigarette stuck between his teeth. Squeak, squeak. Every time his forearm mercilessly moved back and forth, Yi-an trembled, unable to take his eyes off the cigarette butt even as he gasped for breath, fearing that the red ember at the tip might fall onto him.
“Is it because it’s time to wet the back pussy, not the front one?”
“Ah, ahheut……!”
The man dug deeper into Yi-an’s groin, gouging into the tightly closed folds. Unlike the tightly constricted exterior, the inside of his pussy, which had been pounded until morning, was swollen and soft. The more the fingers inside the hole recklessly poked around, the more the crushed inner walls stuck to it. Feeling his penis, which had been pressed against the underwear fabric, stiffen, Yi-an tensed his lower abdomen and closed his eyes.
The man repeatedly poked at the hole without even inhaling the filter stuck between his lips. Then, perhaps finding the dangling burnt cigarette uncomfortable, he squinted slightly and began moving his forearm. Not long after, he tilted his head back and spat out the cigarette from his mouth. The cigarette, which had fallen with a thud at his feet, quickly burned black.
The man crushed the cigarette butt with his shoe and pulled his hand out from between Yi-an’s legs. He glanced at the fingers, which were now smeared with a glistening fluid, and brought them to the gap between his teeth, which was not biting on anything now. He stuck out his red tongue and wickedly licked the fluid off his fingertips, then released his grip on Yi-an’s pelvis.
“I’ll give you five minutes to wrap this up.”
“Huh? That, that…….”
Yi-an could not understand it at first and asked again, but this time he couldn’t expect any further explanation. It was because the man immediately turned around and walked away.
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