As he finished speaking, he snapped his hips sharply upward, perfectly matching Su Xunhao’s downward momentum, slamming hard into the deepest, most sensitive spot!

“Ah—!”
Su Xunhao screamed, his vision going black. The pleasure that had been building for so long finally shattered through the barrier of pain, bursting forth like a breached flood.

“Mm—hah…”
He bit down hard on his lower lip, trying to swallow the warped cry of lust, but his body was terrifyingly honest—his entrance clenched violently, crazily sucking in the thick, long intruder. The sensitive tip at the front completely lost control, and with a numbing shudder, a surge of thick, scalding semen shot out uncontrollably!

The milky-white fluid drew an obscene arc through the air before splattering across Joo Jihoon’s bare chest. Some of it slid down along the tight lines of his abs, eventually pooling at the filthy place where their bodies were joined, making the mess even worse.

“You… animal… ngh… why…?”
Su Xunhao felt so ashamed he wanted to die. He hated this filthy body of his—he was being raped, pinned down by his enemy, so why did it still feel good? Why did he still climax? He had betrayed Zhang Qi. He was dirty…

Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of flesh colliding grew louder and faster.

Su Xunhao’s legs, which had been braced wide apart for so long in that humiliating position, began to tremble and spasm violently. His pale thigh muscles were drawn taut, veins faintly visible beneath the skin.

The most unbearable part was the tender flesh on his inner thighs. Constantly rubbed and scraped by the coarse, stiff pubic hair between Joo Jihoon’s legs, the skin there had turned bright red. Some spots were even rubbed raw, beading with tiny drops of blood that burned with pain.

But the sensation inside him was the complete opposite.

Every thrust precisely brushed against that swollen point, which had already been worked until it was overly sensitive—so much so that it had begun to eagerly anticipate the next crushing impact. Su Xunhao’s gaze went unfocused, hating himself for still feeling another wave of climax gathering low in his abdomen at such a humiliating moment.

“Ngh… I can’t… ah… don’t… it’s too fast…”
Pleasure and pain intertwined, as if they were burning his very soul dry. He couldn’t tell whether he was crying out for mercy—or begging for more.

Finally, those trembling legs could no longer endure the brutal intensity.

Su Xunhao’s knees buckled. His entire body lost support and collapsed limply into Joo Jihoon’s arms. He gasped for air, sweat and tears mingling as they dripped from his chin, leaving Joo Jihoon’s chest slick and damp.

“Hm… already can’t take it?”
Holding the boneless body in his arms, Joo Jihoon looked down at the ruined sight before him—glassy eyes, lips bitten swollen and flushed, his whole body soaked as if dragged from water, radiating an overwhelming aura of lust.

There was not a trace of pity in Joo Jihoon’s eyes—only an even fiercer, sadistic desire.

He extended his tongue, licking Su Xunhao’s sweat-soaked neck wetly and roughly, like savoring a prey’s dying struggle, drawing uncontrollable shivers from the man in his arms.

“Since you’re so useless you can’t even move on your own…”
His voice was low and hoarse, dripping with malice.
“…then we’ll just have to change positions and let big brother take proper ‘care’ of you.”

Before Su Xunhao could react, those iron-like arms clamped around his waist. Like flipping a rag doll, Joo Jihoon turned him over completely.

He forcibly spread Su Xunhao’s knees, making him kneel and lean forward against the soft red bedding, facing the headboard.

The world spun. The ceiling vanished, replaced by a mess of crimson sheets. The position filled him with deep unease—his back fully exposed to that dangerous man, his hips forced high into the air, as if he were being offered up in sacrifice.

“No… no… please… don’t… stop…”
He felt that dangerous heat draw close again from behind. This dog-like, degrading posture filled him with unbearable shame. Instinctively, he tried to crawl forward. His fingers clenched the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white as he dragged his weak, trembling body, trying to escape the terrifying range of control.

“Where do you think you’re going?”
Joo Jihoon grabbed his slender ankle and easily dragged him back. His tall body followed, looming over him like an immovable mountain.

With that brutal pull, Su Xunhao was yanked back beneath the demon’s shadow. Joo Jihoon’s burning chest pressed against his sweat-soaked back. A rough palm slid down along his waist before landing heavily on his full, perky buttocks.

Smack!
The sharp sound cracked through the air, sending waves rippling through the flesh.

“With such a pretty ass, of course it’s meant to be fucked. Why run?”
Joo Jihoon chuckled lowly. One hand held his fully erect, throbbing shaft—slick with glistening fluid—as he lined it up with the still-spasming entrance that was leaking white froth.

Thrust—!
Without any warning, the monstrous length rammed in from behind! Because of the position, it went deeper than ever before, viciously forcing past the limits of that soft flesh, as if nailing itself straight into his soul.

“Ugh—AAAAH!!!”
Su Xunhao threw his head back. Veins bulged along his long neck from the sheer strain of endurance, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently, as though the last glimmer of light had been crushed between someone’s fingers.

Too deep…
This position forced his body completely open. That thing plunged straight in without obstruction, drilling through the winding passage like a red-hot iron rod, brutally skewering his insides.

“Ah—ah—ah!! It hurts… haah… so sore… don’t hit there…”
He sobbed as every thrust ground mercilessly over that most shameful spot inside him. Explosive pleasure shot up from his tailbone, forcing his front half to stiffen even more, rubbing a dark wet stain into the sheets.

He didn’t want to make such humiliating sounds. He didn’t want to show enjoyment. All he could do was clutch the bedsheets and bury his face in the bedding, letting out broken, muffled sobs. Yet the sensation of being completely filled, brutally claimed, gave his empty body a disgraceful sense of satisfaction.

Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sounds of bodies colliding grew faster and wetter. Each thrust dragged out copious white froth and clear fluid—juices squeezed free by relentless grinding and pounding.

From behind, Joo Jihoon had a perfect view of every obscene detail.

He stared at the entrance he had thoroughly ruined—swollen, flushed, decadent like a rose ravaged by a storm. It quivered around his shaft, spurting murky fluids with every movement, which traced their way down Su Xunhao’s pale inner thighs before dripping onto the scarlet sheets below. Utterly obscene.

“So beautiful…”
Joo Jihoon’s eyes gleamed with near-pathological obsession.
“You say no with your mouth, but this place grips me so tight. Xunhao—your body is far more honest than your mouth.”

He watched how that tight pink flesh struggled to swallow his thick length, how it clung desperately as he pulled out. The sheer visual stimulation drove the violence inside him into a frenzy.

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