IBS - Chapter 79

I'll just be wrong until today. Since Han Jinheon won't believe me anyway, I should say I like him as much as I want and stop tomorrow.

“Wasn't it Secretary Jeong? You two could have had private conversations while going to and from the hospital alone.”

“If you want to think that, go ahead…. Haah.”

With an indifferent face, Han Jinheon grabbed and spread the ass he was kneading, spat saliva above the crease, and then swept the area with his thumb. The gel was within my arm's reach, so I thought about giving it to him, but a person's heart is so fickle. It wasn't half bad, so I found myself feigning ignorance.

I'm not a pervert, am I? At this rate, I'll end up liking it even if he spits on my face….

While I was having wild thoughts, Han Jinheon didn't stop his fingering. He put one knuckle in and pulled it out, then this time, he put his middle finger in deep and pulled it out. Now he was thrusting with two fingers, inserting and pulling them out. I could clearly feel the bare fingers and the entrance gripping them.

“That's two now. You've loosened up enough that two don't hurt, but you know it too. That you could tear when hyung's goes in.”

“Then how many…. how many do you have to put in?”

“How many did you let others put in?"

“……”

“Why, suddenly silent? Did you take a fist or something?”

He must be crazy. He's lost his mind. What is he saying? My heart is pounding at words he clearly said without thinking. A fist would do more than just tear me. The reason I can't speak is because I have no such experience.

“Whether it's fingers or a fist, you need to be looser than you are now. If you were an omega, you'd be dripping with slick and lubricating yourself, but you're still a beta. You have to put in the effort if you don't want it to hurt.”

I rolled my eyes from the empty air to look at the front of Han Jinheon's pants. Even without taking it out, I could imagine its enlarged size, and I swallowed involuntarily.

To put it simply, this is all a process for putting that inside me. But, putting that aside, is it really okay for us to go as far as penetration? It was a belated worry. To be frank, it was just for show.

“Looks like everything you eat goes here.”

Saying this part is plump, he pats and shakes my ass.

It's absurd. Someone is seriously contemplating our relationship, and the other is just shaking my ass. It's as if Han Jinheon and Han Sol's positions have been reversed. Is it right for hyung to act so childishly? If it's going to be like this, I'd rather be the hyung.

“Or maybe you don't like being prepped? If you enjoy the pain of tearing, just say so. It's not hard to just shove it in, so if you want, I can let you enjoy it all you want.”

“Who enjoys that kind of pain? I don't have that kind of weird fetish….”

“Just chasing after alpha d*cks was a weird enough fetish.”

“What, what are you saying…. Ah!”

Han Jinheon lightly bit my b*ttock. At the unexpected skinship, my face turned white rather than red. I thought he was sucking on it and was startled. His teasing tone made me even hotter.

“Maybe because it's fleshy. The feeling of biting it isn't bad.”

“Th-that's weird. Don't.”

“What's weird about it?”

Han Jinheon, who replied calmly, bit my b*ttock again. This time, there was more force in his teeth than before. I couldn't see it, but I was sure a bite mark was left behind.

“Tell me. Am I the first one to bite here? Did the other bastards bite you too?”

“Do you, by any chance, get more excited by firsts? Do you have a fetish for that kind of thing?”

“It's a plausible theory, since I'm about to develop one because of someone. Han Sol, you should have slept around more. The thought of other bastards having done it isn't exactly pleasant.”

“You can just think of everything as a first….”

There's no need to distinguish what's a first and what isn't. Because for me, Han Jinheon is the first. I just had to accept it that way.

Han Jinheon didn't show much of a reaction to my words and brushed them aside. Although he gave me a reproachful look as if to say, 'How can I consider it a first when it's not,' he didn't add any other comments.

When I say I like him, he dismisses it as nonsense. When I tell him to think of it as a first, he ignores me. Even knowing it's an inevitable reaction, it's still despairing and sad. To him, I can never be fully myself. I can't convey my true feelings. My situation hit me squarely.

Unfitting for the situation, my heart sinks and a profound sadness settled over me. Just as I worried my excitement might cool down, Han Jinheon spanked me. Every time my ass was hit, I was surprised, but it was strange that it didn't hurt that much.

“We went to the trouble of getting into this position, and you're just going to watch? Even if you have no skill with your hands, you can at least try.”

“Huh? Ah….”

“And I'm saying this just in case, but if it's your preference to just get yourself off in front of your partner, tell me. I can totally respect your tastes.”

“Just what kind of weirdo do you think I am? I-I wasn't touching it because I didn't know if I was allowed to! I’ll... I’ll touch it?!”

“Go on, touch it well. It's going to go inside you, so you should cherish it.”

Ignoring his glib words, I quietly swallowed. It's going to come inside me. This solid thing is going to come into a place that feels full with just fingers.

Since I said I'd touch it, I had to. I moistened my lips with my tongue and then bit them, carefully unfastening the front of Han Jinheon's pants. I even lifted the waistband of his underwear and took out what was stored inside.

“Ah…. Cough.”

It was so insane it made me cough. I didn't realize when looking down from above, but seeing it at eye level gives me goosebumps and makes me gasp in admiration. How can a person's d*ck be this big?

If a p*nis had an ego, it would surely be proud of itself. It would be busy showing off day in and day out. Having these funny thoughts helped reduce my aversion to the Alpha's p*nis.

I placed one hand on the sheet next to Han Jinheon's thigh to support my upper body, and grabbed his p*nis with the other. Before I started stroking the hot, hard thing, I suddenly became aware of the current situation and my mind went blank.

The situation where I'm touching his thing while shoving my ass in Han Jinheon's face.

Is this right? Even as I kept asking myself, I didn't refuse or give up on the current situation. Not wanting to do so was the true answer of my heart.

I was someone who had longed for the days of crossing the line with Han Jinheon. I've come this far, I can't back out now. I wanted to seize the opportunity so badly that if Han Jinheon suddenly came to his senses and said let's stop, I might have even clung to his pant leg.

It sounds really perverted, but I sincerely want to do it with this alpha. Not as Han Sol, but as Lee Jiho. Setting aside being his brother, as a beta who likes this alpha, I'm dying to do it. The cunning suggestion he made to me was very effective.

Lost in distracting thoughts, my actions were lukewarm. Han Jinheon, perhaps dissatisfied with the way I was gripping and stroking him, pressed a sensitive spot hard with the fingers he had inside me.

“Hnghh….”

He was using that place like some kind of bell. When I glared at him, he confidently quirked an eyebrow and scraped the spot with his nail.

“Aheuk!”

From the strong stimulation that hit just right, my back arched inwards like a stretching cat. I even felt an absurd urge to pee, and when I clenched my hole, Han Jinheon scoffed that his fingers would break.

“It's good that you're sensitive, but try to make hyung feel something too. Is it okay to be this unskilled with your hands?”

“Wait…. I'm trying….”

“Relax here. That's right.”

My muscles relaxed to his patting touch on my ass. It wasn't something I intended; my body followed on its own. My face turned red with a sense of shame. The air around me definitely felt hot.

“I'm going to concentrate, so don't press like before. It feels so much it hurts…. Ah, I told you, not to! Heuu!”

He's so mean. Han Jinheon, as if he didn't want to hear my retort, pressed the sensitive spot repeatedly. I endured the renewed urge to pee and shook my head. I won't say anything, so please stop pressing it. Please.

This isn't good. This could be dangerous.

With a frozen face, I grabbed the pillar where veins stood out roughly. If I had my way, I would have ripped out all his thick pubic hair, but I set a goal to make this hot thing wet first and stroked diligently. Just really, stupidly, diligently. I figured he'd get excited one way or another.

Han Jinheon was fiercely focused on his fingering. Rather than maliciously pressing the sensitive spot, he was absorbed in just stretching me by putting his fingers in and out. Perhaps because I was being touched constantly, there was no pain at all now. My bottom had become numb, to the point it didn't tingle or sting.

Silence flowed as we each focused on the other. The only thing accompanying the quiet atmosphere was the squelching sound of slick. And not from the alpha's, but only from my hole.

The damn piece of flesh didn't acknowledge my efforts. It just turned red from the friction and got angry, not getting wet easily. This was unfair. From the moment I barely held back the urge to pee, my own d*ck had gotten hard again and was dripping with prec*m.

I turned back slightly to check his face. On his usual calm face, the only things moving were his eyebrows and pupils. His eyebrows were twitching, but it seemed to be because of his own concentration rather than because of me.

Isn't he holding back his excitement? This is weird.

This alpha, does he actually have delayed ej*culation?

Am I that bad at this?

“You know what?”

A low voice echoed. I was slightly surprised but didn't stop and listened intently.

“You're already gripping three of my fingers.”

“How, how many? How many did you say?”

This time, I had no choice but to stop. I tried to turn my head back to check my hole, but it wasn't easy. This body was not just dry as firewood, but also stiff.

Now that he said three, I could feel all three distinctly, and I even felt my hole stretching flexibly, which made me anxious. Because the fact that my rear had already stretched that much meant I was ready to receive the alpha's thing.

Honestly, I had a premonition to some extent. Han Jinheon would lay me on the bed and fuck me at any moment. Even though he could, he was indulging my pathetic hand-play.

Ah, just by being conscious of it, I feel the urge to pee again. When I clenched to hold it in, I ended up fluttering my hole, and Han Jinheon let out a laugh and lightly patted my b*ttock. This is getting really dangerous.

“If you're fluttering because you're ready to take it, then the message is received. I'm at my limit too.”

“No. I can still touch hyung's more.”

“Yeah right, when your front is dripping all over.”

“I'm telling you again, this is a physiological phenomenon. It just comes out when you touch it….”

“I get it, so you can stop.”

“Ugh.”

Han Jinheon pushed my body with the hand he had on my waist. I was caught off guard, so I fell limply onto my back.

“The more I learn, the more fascinating it is. How have you been doing it all this time? How well must your followers have treated you for you to be this clumsy? You're quite honest when you're receiving, though.”

I couldn't hear whatever he was saying sarcastically.

The touch on my waist was ticklish, of course, but on top of that, falling onto the bed made the urge to pee so strong that I was busy trying to hold it in. I was also at my limit. I've held it in this much, that's enough.

I was going to let it pass without saying anything if I could.

“Hyung. I'm asking you seriously….”

I started to speak while shuffling my feet and backing away. Han Jinheon, with an indifferent look, was busy putting a condom on himself and applying gel, not paying any attention to my serious request.​