CHAPTER 30: CHAPTER 30: NEVER PROVOKE MEICAL

The humiliation burned, but it was fuel, stoking a fire deep in Min-jae’s gut. He hated it. He loved it. He tried again, forcing more of the length into his mouth, gagging instantly as the head hit the back of his throat.

He pulled off, coughing, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Meical’s glistening cock.

"Pathetic.." Meical murmured, his voice dripping with a condescending pleasure that made Min-jae’s own cock twitch in his pants. "You don’t know how to open up for me at all, do you? You’re just a beautiful, bratty little wife who can’t even take a cock properly."

He fisted a hand in Min-jae’s hair, not yanking, just holding him firmly in place. "I’m going to have to teach you. I’m going to rearrange that pretty fucking throat until it knows exactly what shape it needs to be for me. My shape. You understand? You’re going to open up like a good little boy."

The words were a promise and a threat, and Min-jae felt a dizzying rush of submission. He nodded, his eyes wide, his lips parted.

"Good.." Meical purred. "Now, relax that pretty mouth and let me in."

This time, when Meical guided himself forward, he didn’t let Min-jae control the pace. He pushed past his lips, the thick head pressing insistently against the tight ring of his throat. Min-jae gagged, his eyes watering, a muffled mmmph! escaping him.

"Shhh, just breathe through your nose," Meical coached, his tone shockingly gentle for the brutal invasion. "Your throat will give. It wants to give. It wants to be fucking used."

He pushed deeper, a slow, relentless invasion. Min-jae felt the impossible stretch, the burning sensation of his throat being forced to accommodate the massive intrusion. There was a wet, grotesque glrk sound as Meical’s cock slid past the barrier, burying itself deep. Meical groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Fuck, yes. There it is. Took my whole fucking head. You feel that, Kaizar? That’s me in your throat."

He held himself there for a moment, letting Min-jae feel the full, suffocating weight of him. Min-jae’s body was trembling, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he didn’t fight it.

He focused on the feeling, the incredible fullness, the absolute power this man held over him. He was completely and utterly claimed.

Meical pulled back until just the tip remained, slick with spit, then plunged forward again, setting a brutal, jaw-breaking rhythm.

Glrk.

Schlllp.

Glrk.

The obscene, wet sounds of the face-filling filled the study, a symphony of filth that sent sparks of heat straight to Min-jae’s core. Each thrust was a lesson, a punishment, a reward.

"That’s it, take it.." Meical grunted, his hips pistoning. "You love this, don’t you? You love being fucked. You love having your throat ruined. Your eyes are so fucking wet. You’re a mess for me."

Min-jae could only make choked, gurgling sounds of agreement, his hands coming up to grip Meical’s thighs for balance.

The world narrowed to this: the slap of skin, the ragged sound of his own breathing through his nose, the overwhelming scent of sex, and the building pressure in his own groin.

He was painfully hard, his cock straining against the confines of his clothing, leaking onto the fine fabric.

Meical noticed. His pace faltered for a second, a dark, possessive smile gracing his features. "Are you getting off on this? Are you fucking jerking yourself off just from me using your throat?"

He didn’t wait for an answer. He fucked into his mouth with renewed vigor, his movements becoming less controlled, more frantic.

Slurp.

Gurgle.

Splurt.

Spit was flying, dripping from Min-jae’s chin, coating Meical’s length.

"I’m gonna come.." Meical warned, his voice strained and guttural. "I’m gonna flood that pretty fucking throat. You’re going to swallow every last fucking drop. You’re going to drink me down like you’re dying of thirst."

The words were the final trigger. Min-jae felt the orgasm rip through Meical before he even registered the hot, salty pulse against the back of his throat.

Splurt.

The first jet hit deep, and Min-jae swallowed on instinct, the muscles of his throat milking the cock buried inside him.

Spurt.

Splurt.

Another volley, and another, and he kept swallowing, the taste of Meical’s release flooding his senses, a bitter, musky proof of his own submission.

Meical held himself there, pulsing, until he was completely spent. He finally pulled out with a wet, slick pop, his cock glistening and spent.

Min-jae collapsed forward, coughing, gasping for air, his face a slick mess of tears, spit, and cum.

Meical looked down at him, his chest heaving. He used his thumb to wipe a stray droplet from the corner of Min-jae’s mouth, then pushed his thumb past his lips.

"Clean it.." he ordered, his voice rough with satisfaction. "You don’t waste a single fucking drop." As Min-jae obediently sucked his thumb clean, Meical’s eyes darkened with a new, possessive intensity. "Now get your fucking pants off. I’m nowhere near done with you.."

The next morning, Min-jae opened his eyes tiredly, they didn’t even go all the way but his body felt like mush.

Note to self: Never provoke Meical.

He turned to the other side of the bed, Meical was still fast asleep. Usually he was up and out of bed before he woke up, so he rarely got to see Meical’s sleeping face.

He’s so handsome. Min-jae chuckled, as he traced Meical’s lips absentmindedly. No wonder the girls back at home went crazy when the manhwa was released, he was the type of man to make you swoon and sigh just by breathing and the fact that he’s a green flag made women amd even men like him more.

Thinking back to his conversation with Saar, a grin appeared on his face, he sincerely hoped Seraphine would enjoy his little gift.

As he lifted his hand away from Meical’s face, another hand caught it.

He looked up to see Meical staring at him. "Good morning wife, seems like you’ve gotten tired of playing with my face.."

-_-

Min-jae’s face reddened, so he was awake the whole time?!

"I—I wasn’t playing, I was...." Meical didn’t let him finish as he trapped him.