Swallow Hunting Chapter 47

In this position, he could pull it off. Watching Lee Kangjoo approach, Haejun swallowed nervously.

He’d been the one to puff himself up and volunteer, but once a dusk-like shadow fell over his body, fear rushed in all at once. I’m not actually going to die, he told himself, trying to steady his mind—but entrusting his one and only breathing hole entirely to Lee Kangjoo was still chilling.

Maybe it wasn’t fear so much as another sensation altogether. Haejun squeezed his thighs tight.

“You’re braver than I expected, Cha Haejun.”

“If I feel like I’m dying, I’ll scratch your thigh.”

“Just endure it. Breaking the flow is fucking annoying. I won’t kill you.”

Lee Kangjoo grabbed Haejun’s cheek and pressed down hard. Forcing his small mouth open, he slid the head of his dick inside.

When Haejun flicked his tongue, the glans and the thick neck beneath it swelled right away. He wrapped his tongue around the shallow groove, and the head slowly carved a path, sliding along his tongue and sinking deeper inside.

Lee Kangjoo didn’t rush. He wandered leisurely in and out of Haejun’s mouth-cave. He pressed down on his lips, scraped along his teeth, pushed the head against the inner walls—then, brazen as if he’d taken a wrong turn, angled straight toward his throat. The tip hit his uvula and Haejun flinched with a muffled hk. Lee Kangjoo slowly pulled back.

He didn’t pull out completely. Leaving just the head inside, he teased Haejun’s tongue lightly, like splashing in shallow water. Then, like a snake, he crept back in—toward the root of the tongue, deep.

“Ghk...!”

Haejun grabbed Lee Kangjoo’s thigh in a panic. He didn’t scratch yet. He could still endure it.

His jaw, cheeks, and ears—stretched tight—were pink. His brows were knotted, lashes beaded with tiny droplets.

Breathing was hard. He knew he should exhale through his nose, but his body wouldn’t obey. It felt like his head was subrged all the way under deep water.

Lee Kangjoo stopped going easy on him. Even when Haejun’s body jolted and his grip tightened on his thigh, he pushed all the way in. Coarse pubic hair brushed his reddened lips, and soft balls pressed down on the bridge of his nose.

A low hum slipped out—thick with satisfaction. The soft tongue and narrow throat worked together, wrapping tightly around his dick.

Haejun, on the other hand, was barely breathing. Tears stread down his face. He wanted to dig his nails in. He wanted to break free and gulp down air—but rembering the order to endure, he clenched his fists instead.

This was only preparation. Having claid his throat, Lee Kangjoo tempered him slowly, like he was about to invade even deeper.

The head forced through the cramped throat, the shaft stretching his esophagus and crushing his airway. When it was pulled out and shoved back in, Haejun’s body flailed like a fish dragged onto land. He kicked, then pulled his legs together, pressed his toes hard to shove the table away, then straightened his knees.

His stretched neck burned red, veins standing out sharply. Everywhere you could see—hands, face, nape, even his ankles and the bones peeking between socks and pants—was flushed.

Tears ran in streams, choking sounds bursting out again and again. With his bangs swept aside, a bluish vein stood out vertically on his exposed forehead.

He was going to die. He really might die like this. His head went fuzzy, pressure spiking until the whites of his eyes reddened. He struggled, but couldn’t escape, and with the brutal thrusting, he couldn’t even bite down.

Unable to take it anymore, Haejun dug his nails into Lee Kangjoo’s pants—his signal to stop—but Lee Kangjoo grabbed his trembling wrist and yanked it back.

Haejun’s waist arched up. His ass lifted, then slapped back down onto the table. As his head was dragged down, the dick ramd in savagely. Each hard plunge sent white, foamy spit spilling from Haejun’s mouth.

It was agony. His consciousness flickered like a dying lightbulb. Pitch-black night, ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ then sudden broad daylight. Death felt right there.

The strength slowly drained from the arms he’d been clinging with. His dark pupils dulled, his focus slipping.

Then suddenly he jerked, snapping his thighs shut. A lightning-bolt shiver stabbed up his spine. As if his body was trying to breed one last ti before death, blood rushed to his groin and his dick sprang up. Just like the veins bulging at his neck, veins stood out on his cock, so hard it felt like it’d burst if touched.

Lee Kangjoo looked down at the swollen column of Haejun’s neck, raised by his own dick. Tendons and veins throbbed violently; his whole body was flushed, breath caught high in his chest.

That sight stirred his cruelty. He grabbed both of Haejun’s wrists in one hand and placed his free hand on that stretched neck. Under his palm, the pulse hamred.

He applied steady pressure. As his grip tightened, Haejun’s toes curled and the inside of his throat quivered. The constricted esophagus clenched down like it was going to sever the dick inside. Overwheld by the pressure, Lee Kangjoo surrendered and spilled his sen into him.

“Hah.”

Gathering his breath, Lee Kangjoo slowly pulled out. Haejun’s shoulders shook as he coughed. Each rasping cough sent pale, viscous fluid spilling from between his swollen lips.

Haejun couldn’t speak. All he could do was gape like a baby bird, ribs spreading as he dragged air in and spat it back out.

With every breath, a thick grassy sll stabbed at his nose. He barely managed to gulp down the sen pooled in his mouth.

His body twitched and trembled. Between his legs was wet too. He realized later that he’d co as well. The fact that he’d gotten hard and climaxed while being choked and nearly suffocated was impossible to believe.

From sothing so destructive, sadistic, and irrational, he’d felt pleasure—like a fucking lunatic.

Coming from sucking dick was nothing new. He’d lost count. But this ti, his life had truly been on the line. He’d dipped a toe into the river of the dead and co back—and his body had taken even that as stimulation.

Overwhelming self-loathing welled up, tears gathering again. Of all the normal bodies he could’ve been given, why had the creator saddled him with a defective lump that turned pain and fear into pleasure. He wanted to demand an answer.

Lee Kangjoo sat down and t Haejun at eye level. His hair was ssy, cheeks flushed like he’d just sprinted full-speed, life brimming in him. A languid, satisfied smile rested on his lips.

Haejun, by contrast, looked like soone dunked in and out of water dozens of tis—sared with tears, snot, cloudy sen, and spit. The corners of his mouth were split, pale blood streaking across his cheeks.

Lee Kangjoo didn’t seem to find that face dirty at all as he gently stroked it.

“Are you okay?”

“I thought I was going to die.”

Each word burned his throat. Coming back to himself, Haejun tried to sit up—but even that failed. Lee Kangjoo cupped Haejun’s cheeks between his palms.

With his thumb, he sared over the lips caked with sen, rubbing his cheek. Using his finger as a brush, sen as ink, and Haejun’s face as a canvas, he painted him like he was marking territory—confirming that everything his hand touched belonged to him.

“You’ve been staring at my lips this whole ti.”

Caught for the sneaking glances he thought he’d hidden, Haejun’s face went bright red. He tried to shake Lee Kangjoo off, but only his cheeks were pressed harder. Lee Kangjoo looked down at the carp-like lips jutting out, eyes smiling.

“.......”

Smack. Lips touched and pulled away. It was instant. Haejun’s eyes flew open.

For a second, he couldn’t process what had just touched his lips. When he sat there with his mouth open, Lee Kangjoo leaned in again, as if to confirm it, and pressed their lips together once more.

This ti it went deep. A soft tongue swept through the mouth that had just been ravaged by dick. It wrapped the crushed tongue warmly, soothed the palate that felt like it’d been skinned raw.

Each ti lips were consud and the thick tongue rubbed his numb mouth-cave, Haejun’s body and shoulders jolted. Earlier, he’d only been dizzy from lack of air—now his whole body crackled, fireworks bursting in his vision. Not long ago he couldn’t even move his fingers; now strength surged all the way to his toes.

It felt like he’d been waiting for this mont. To taste Lee Kangjoo’s lips. He’d only gotten it after enduring pain close to death, but it was worth far more than that.

If this was the reward, he felt like he could step onto death’s threshold one more ti.

Haejun’s eyes slid shut. Luxury brands, cars, watches, docunts—he didn’t need any of it. Lips were the ultimate gift, sothing only Lee Kangjoo could give.