Three Eight-Chapter 49: 18+

"Heh."

Srrrrk—the sound of the string loosening. Mu-gyeong let out a scoff that sounded almost amused. Hongju glanced down at his pathetic, bony body now visible through the opened gown and recalled memories he’d rather have forgotten. The rough, ragged breaths pressing down on him. The merciless, violent thrusts that scraped him raw. The semen that spilled out in excess, leaving him unable to close up, and the searing sting on his skin. The grip that held him tight enough to bruise.

It was something he was definitely afraid to face again, but Hongju had nothing else to offer. Just like Guppping had brainwashed into him all this time—Gu Hongju's role was to sell his body to repay the debt. The only thing he had to present was his frail, emaciated body.

"I undid it."

He shrugged off the gown completely and stood in front of Mu-gyeong. Maybe it was because this was the first time he’d ever exposed himself so openly before someone else, but a wave of unbearable shame washed over him. His entire body burned under Mu-gyeong’s sharp, scrutinizing gaze, but there /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ was no stepping back now.

"Coming at me without even getting hard. Not even trying, huh."

His gaze lingered for a long moment below Hongju’s flat belly. Hongju flicked the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, swallowing back a surge of emotion that suddenly rose.

When he was younger, he’d earned money begging in the streets. As he got older, he threw his body around like a brute to collect debts. And now, as an adult, he was trading his body to strike a deal. It was pathetic how his life kept spiraling further down.

Plop. The gown fell to his feet, and a faint breeze followed.

"......"

Hongju cast a glance toward Mu-gyeong to gauge his reaction. There was no groping like before, no sign of arousal. Looking hesitant, Hongju slowly climbed onto Mu-gyeong’s thigh. He spread his knees, bracing himself against the couch, and sat down, pressing his weight onto Mu-gyeong’s leg. Mu-gyeong remained reclined against the backrest, eyes unmoving as he stared at Hongju.

"......Can I keep going?"

He lightly tugged at the waistband of Mu-gyeong’s sweatpants. Watching his face for any hint of a reaction, he asked quietly. Mu-gyeong slowly blinked, an expression of vague interest crossing his features. Taking that as permission, Hongju slid his hand into the gap in the pants. Tentatively, awkwardly, he touched beneath the underwear. His fingertips skimmed along the thick shaft pressed against Mu-gyeong’s thigh, down to the mound of flesh beneath it.

"You gonna spend all day like this?"

Hongju clenched his molars at the sight of Mu-gyeong’s smirking mouth, the curve of it tilted mockingly near his jawline. He pulled the underwear down and took out the hardened cock. As he slid his hand downward along the shaft, the thin skin bunched and the slick tip emerged. When he stroked back up, the flared glans disappeared under his palm.

He kept watching Mu-gyeong's face while clumsily stroking the shaft.

"......"

Mu-gyeong leaned even deeper into the back of the couch. Then, his hands lightly wrapped around Hongju’s knees where they touched the insides of his own thighs. His thumbs brushed over Hongju’s knees in a ticklish motion, and Hongju’s toes curled reflexively.

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"Try harder, yeah?"

"......"

"You trying to find Gu Hyun-geun, or are you just horny?"

Even with the mocking tone, Hongju only continued stroking Mu-gyeong’s cock. He remembered that once there was an ejaculation, the actual penetration hurt less. He fumbled, stroking the length and cradling the balls beneath, then picked up the pace.

Whether it was effort, or simply that it was Hongju’s hand doing it—the shaft steadily thickened and stiffened under his touch.

"Mmh."

Mu-gyeong tilted his head and closed his eyes. A deep moan vibrated from his throat, and his grip on Hongju’s knees tightened. The way his brow occasionally furrowed suggested it wasn’t entirely ineffective.

Hongju reached for Mu-gyeong’s shoulder with the hand that had been clutching the waistband awkwardly. The moment he touched him, Mu-gyeong’s eyes snapped open. The monolid that wrinkled only on the left side of his face was now folded deeper than usual.

"......"

"......"

Their eyes met in silence. Hongju couldn’t bear the searing, wild intensity in that gaze and lowered his head. He focused on stimulating the dark, swollen tip with his thumb. Clear fluid slowly seeped out, soaking his fingers.

Then, the hand that had been gripping Hongju’s knee slid upward along his thigh. The warmth of that touch met Hongju’s own genitals—ones that, despite the heat, showed no signs of arousal.

"Ah!"

Mu-gyeong grabbed Hongju’s limp cock and started moving his hand quickly. Hongju bent forward, curling over him. His fingers dug into Mu-gyeong’s bare shoulder, turning pale with pressure.

"You can’t even get hard on your own? You need me to do it for you?"

There was laughter buried in the low voice. Even as a sharp jolt of pleasure radiated through his lower half, Hongju didn’t stop moving his hand over Mu-gyeong’s cock. He cupped the glans with his palm and rubbed with pressing fingertips.

"Kh..."

Mu-gyeong narrowed one eye and let out a guttural moan like scratching his throat. Their hands gripped each other’s cocks, moving in sync. The leather of the couch creaked softly beneath them as it shifted. Mu-gyeong came first.

"Mmgh."

Silent moans and hot breaths spilled from his parted lips, and soon, Hongju’s palm was drenched. The sticky fluid soaked through the sweatpants that hadn’t been fully removed.

"Ah, ahh."

Even as he came, Mu-gyeong didn’t stop jerking Hongju off. His semen-slicked hand kept stroking. Hongju grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him away, but Mu-gyeong wouldn’t let go easily.

"Mm, ah, I’ll... I’ll do it."

"You couldn’t even get hard by yourself—what are you gonna do, exactly?"

His grip and movement were on a completely different level than Hongju’s earlier awkward attempts. Mu-gyeong’s large hand squeezed the shaft tightly, rubbed the glans, circled the split tip, pressing in as if digging into the skin. Hongju’s pale, skinny thighs quivered.

"Ah!"

Unable to withstand the sensation, Hongju ended up leaning his forehead against Mu-gyeong’s shoulder. His soft hair brushed against Mu-gyeong’s neck and collarbone. Mu-gyeong licked his lower lip with a vivid red tongue.

"Gu Hongju. Look at me."

"Nngh..."

"I said look up."

Mu-gyeong growled sharply at Hongju, who was barely stifling a faint whimper. Trembling, Hongju slowly raised his body. Mu-gyeong studied the pale face sitting across from him with close scrutiny. Flushed cheeks, damp eyes. The cleanly defined eyelids and white skin. The parted lips were just the right amount of plump. Maybe it was because the usual cuts on his lips had healed—he looked even more lewd than usual.

"You really must’ve been born for this."

Even after coming, he could feel the heat returning down below. Mu-gyeong drew his dry lower lip inward and bit it. Then, as he stared at the crimson tongue between Hongju’s parted lips, he swallowed hard.

"Agh..."

Hongju let out a short moan and furrowed his brows. Then a spurt of semen splashed up onto his flat stomach. As Hongju collapsed forward into him, Mu-gyeong gripped his cock and jerked it more forcefully. Hongju's frail body squirmed, but Mu-gyeong gripped his thighs tight, keeping him from pulling away.

"Haah."

Hongju’s short, ragged breath swept across Mu-gyeong’s chest.

"I got you off, so now try it. On your own."

The dripping semen trickled back down, wetting Mu-gyeong’s hand. Hongju leaned against him for a while, panting hard. Only after his frantic heartbeat settled a bit did he straighten his upper body. He looked down at his crimson, sticky, semen-smeared cock. Just seeing it stirred memories of the time it had been forced inside—memories of how overwhelming and painful it had been.

"......"

Resting a hand on Mu-gyeong’s shoulder, Hongju pushed himself up using the strength in his knees. To have the stiff shaft reach under him, he had to stay crouched with his knees fully bent. As he lowered his gaze, his throat bobbed with a heavy gulp.

"What are you afraid of? You’re not a virgin anymore."

A large hand gripped his skinny thigh. The firm squeeze pushed into his flesh, leaving indentations where the fingers pressed. Hongju didn’t even register the dull pain radiating through his thigh; all his attention was on the curved cock pressing against Mu-gyeong’s lower belly. He wondered if he could really get that inside with just his hand. But if it was a step he had to take to ask for something, he would endure it. He’d lived through worse—being beaten day in and day out.

"Hoo."

Letting out a soft breath, Hongju barely managed to grasp the swollen shaft with one hand and guided it between his legs. The hot, wet sensation brushing against his perineum made his thighs twitch. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly reached back with his hand. The glans pressed insistently against the spot where his thigh and butt met. Each time it prodded, his frail body jerked. He was tensing so hard his back already ached.

"This is boring."

Mu-gyeong tilted his head against the backrest and drawled the words out in irritation. Hongju flinched at the sound. He closed his eyes tightly and began rubbing the glans around his entrance. He wanted to relax, but it was hard to do so when he was bracing for the pain he knew would follow.

"Fuuh..."

He exhaled again, trying to release the tension. The damp tip slid over the folds and finally nudged stiffly at the opening.

"Ngk."

With a short groan, Hongju slowly lowered himself. He moved as slowly as he could, but the thick intrusion spreading him open made every movement drag. Mu-gyeong grabbed the backs of his thighs again, squeezing tight. Only when the grip loosened did Hongju’s body relax slightly. That moment of release let the shaft push further inside. His fingers trembled as they held the base, unable to press in the rest.

"You planning to take all day putting it in?"

Mu-gyeong lowered his gaze with a smirk and spoke mockingly. The pale, skinny body trembling with barely half of it inside was almost laughable. That he was doing all this over some pitiful request made it all the more absurd.

Annoyance flared. Mu-gyeong grabbed Hongju’s waist and pulled him straight down. The sudden thrust buried the shaft inside. As if it had been waiting for it, the inner walls clenched tight around him. Hongju’s chest swelled and he held his breath, mouth open in a soundless scream.

"Haha."

Each time Mu-gyeong let out a soft laugh, the vibrations traveled deep inside. Hongju’s toes curled inward, and the muscles in his thighs went taut.

"You’ve got the body for it but no skill. This is why it's a damn hassle."

Ignoring the way Hongju clung to his shoulders, trembling violently, Mu-gyeong held onto his waist and began to move him up and down.