He came almost immediately.

Jiwon had already been at the brink since sucking Number 3’s cock, and with just a couple of strokes from Number 3, he surrendered. Without a shred of pride, he raised the white flag.

Then he suddenly realized he had come in Number 3’s mouth—and flinched in shock.

What if Number 3 was disgusted?

That was his first thought.

Back when he was learning to do this, those worthless bastards had looked at his cock and recoiled. Not a single one had even considered sucking it. Some wouldn’t even touch it, afraid they might graze it by accident.

But Number 3—when Jiwon propped himself up in panic to look—was still sucking his cock. He was licking up the cum, slurping it down like it was delicious. Not missing a single drop. Staring up at Jiwon, savoring him.

He even licked his lips and the inside of his mouth with his tongue, as if to show off.

Jiwon’s lower stomach convulsed.

His whole body trembled in overwhelming pleasure.

“How much did you cum for it to be this watery?”

Number 3 teased him.

But his smile was dazzling.

Jiwon reached out his left arm. With no hair to grab, he simply opened his palm and gently stroked Number 3’s head.

“Doesn’t it disgust you?”

He asked between heavy breaths.

“What does?”

Feigning ignorance, even though he clearly knew.

“My cock.”

“So what about it?”

He looked up at Jiwon with innocent eyes, as if genuinely puzzled.

That hit Jiwon hard. The past two years flashed before his eyes.

After his cock was cut off, Jiwon had been convinced his life was over. Once he recovered enough to piss on his own instead of using a catheter, it actually felt worse.

He cried every time he peed. Not just from pain—but because the mutilated thing left behind was grotesque. Horrifying.

Even after multiple reconstructive surgeries restored some function, it hadn’t made him happy. Just bitter. What was the point? It was still only good for pissing.

The first time he exposed himself to someone—seeking vengeance for his brother—he didn’t even want to remember. The way that person had reacted in horror, rejected him violently... It had left a deep wound. Even though he’d mentally prepared himself, it remained one of his worst memories.

But now, Number 3 had taken that cock into his mouth. Had sucked it. Had made him come. Had swallowed everything.

Every last drop.

Fuck. What the hell is this—why am I like this, all of a sudden?

Jiwon collapsed back onto the bed. He didn’t want to cry in front of Number 3, so he covered his face with both hands and swallowed the sobs.

Number 3 straightened up and climbed on top of him.

He supported his weight on his knees and arms to avoid pressing down.

“What’s wrong?”

Number 3 asked, puzzled.

“Are you in pain?”

Jiwon shook his head.

“Then?”

He exhaled deeply. Wiped the tears away with his palms.

He felt ridiculous, crying like this at his age. But he couldn’t help it.

The past two years had been hell.

No matter how much he tried, he could never get past the issue of his genitals.

He was still a man.

When he closed his eyes, those leather gloves came back. The black gloves dripping with blood, the clenched fists, the demonic smile on that man’s face, and the boy curled up beside him.

Fucking hell.

Jiwon opened his eyes again.

Still covering his face, he opened them to drive away the nightmare.

Number 3 didn’t try to forcibly remove Jiwon’s hands or ask again what was wrong. He just stayed there, hovering over Jiwon with his body supported by both arms and legs.

He waited.

Until Jiwon removed his hands himself.

When Jiwon finally did, Number 3’s beautiful face greeted him.

“Your eyes are red. Your nose, too.”

He said this softly, and brought his face closer. Then—smooch—he kissed under Jiwon’s eye.

Smooch—on the tip of his nose.

And gently pressed his lips to Jiwon’s.

Jiwon reached out and wrapped his arms around Number 3’s neck. He pulled him closer with urgency.

He opened his mouth wide and bit at Number 3’s lips. Then nipped the tip of his nose.

“Ow,” Number 3 whimpered, playing along.

Then he opened his own mouth and bit Jiwon’s lips back, his nose, and finally the tip of his chin. After biting everywhere, he stuck out his tongue and began licking.

Slrp, slrp. Loud, wet licking sounds.

Not to be outdone, Jiwon stuck out his own tongue and licked Number 3’s face the same way.

Then their tongues intertwined again.

They kissed.

Deep and wet, they explored each other’s mouths. Tangled tongues, sucking each other. Licking the roof, the gums, the teeth. Sharing breath, exhaling into one another.

Their breath grew hot, then cooled. Wet, then dry.

And then they tangled their tongues again. Drinking saliva like water, soaking each other.

At some point, Jiwon had become fully naked too.

He spread his legs wide and pulled Number 3’s naked body against him.

Kissing soon turned to groping. They scrambled to touch each other first, their bodies a chaotic tangle.

They giggled—then panted again.

Number 3’s erection, fully hardened, kept pressing into Jiwon’s lower belly, brushing his groin as if on purpose. It bumped against Jiwon’s mutilated cock without hesitation.

All the while, they kept kissing and fondling. Sucking each other’s lips until they swelled.

Then Number 3 urgently searched for lube.

He opened the drawer in the wardrobe like it was his own room, pulling out a bottle of oil.

“Should I use a condom?”

He asked, breathing heavily.

“Just come in me. You already swallowed my cum, what’s the point?”

At that, Number 3 lit up and came running.

“Smart guy.”

He bent his large body down and kissed Jiwon all over.

Jiwon spread his legs, locking Number 3 between them. He wrapped his legs tightly around Number 3’s waist, full of greed—as if to stop him from ever escaping.

To be honest, he was the more desperate one.

Jiwon snatched the bottle from Number 3’s hand, poured oil into his palm, and slathered it on Number 3’s cock.

Only then did Number 3 coat his fingers in lube and begin rubbing Jiwon’s perineum and hole. He poured oil generously, massaging the entrance and the folds.

Once Jiwon’s hole opened enough for two fingers, Number 3 straightened up. He grabbed Jiwon’s ankles and spread them wide, pushing his legs up to his chest.

Then he pressed the head of his cock against Jiwon’s entrance.

Jiwon lifted his head on purpose to watch.

He had to see it go in.

Only then would he finally be free of that nightmare. He had to remember that what entered him wasn’t a leather glove dripping blood, not Gwak Chan’s serpent-hand hallucination—but Number 3’s cock.

And Number 3’s size made that substitution possible.

It was his only way to survive. If he wanted to stay sane long enough to get revenge, he had to overwrite the past.

That was Jiwon’s thought.

And Number 3’s cock wasn’t just big—it had perfect firmness. Not rough or brutal like a fist, but solid, resilient, and smooth.

As he rubbed the head against Jiwon’s entrance, Number 3 wore a focused expression. Flushed cheeks, a concentrated face—it was almost cute. The way he worked to enter Jiwon, the cock itself—it was all so goddamn lovable.

But eventually, he must’ve realized it wasn’t going to work yet. So he poured more lube on his cock and Jiwon’s hole. He went back to fingering him, increasing to three fingers, then finally four.

You little shit.

The pain made Jiwon curse aloud.

“Is it too much?”

Number 3 glanced at him and asked halfheartedly.

But he had no intention of pulling out those fingers.

He generally had good sex manners, but that didn’t mean he was considerate. He was probably too young and inexperienced to factor in things like that.

Though tight, Jiwon managed to take all four fingers. And then Number 3 hurriedly positioned his cock at the entrance.

He pushed in with all his strength.

Finally, the head breached him—dragging the massive shaft in behind it.

Stars exploded in Jiwon’s vision from the pain.

Were the drugs really that strong?

He reeled from the pain—so intense it made his earlier fist-fucking climax seem meaningless.

Why the hell is it so fucking big?

He cursed internally and grimaced. Groaned in agony.

But Number 3 didn’t care.

“It’s hard for me too.”

He had the nerve to say.

“Harder than for me?”

Jiwon snapped, annoyed.

Number 3 winced and smiled at the same time.

“It’s hard.”

He whined.

The two of them groaned, like they were competing over who hurt more.

“Aren’t you gonna ask if I’m okay?”

Jiwon gritted out.

“That’s my line.”

Number 3 shot back.

So much for his earlier gentleness—he wasn’t giving an inch now. It was like he was enjoying Jiwon’s pain. Bastard.

“Ugh!”

Jiwon moaned as Number 3 thrust into him without pause.

It hurt like hell. The earlier rough play had clearly taken its toll. He seriously worried that he wouldn’t survive the real thing, let alone finish it.

Screw sex—he had to survive first.

His survival instinct was starting to outrun his libido. He tried twisting his hips to push Number 3’s cock out. But that just seemed to excite him—he began thrusting faster.

The pain blurred his vision. Jiwon clenched his teeth. He unwound his legs from Number 3’s waist and placed them on his chest, pushing with all his strength. But thud, thud—Number 3 just fucked him harder.

Crazy fucker.

The moment he opened his mouth to tell him to stop—Jiwon tasted heaven.

“Ahng!”

A moan slipped out.

That was the beginning.

Recognizing Jiwon’s shift, Number 3 finally slowed down. He began pushing in and pulling out slowly—deliberately—as if trying to etch his cock into Jiwon’s memory.

“Haaah...” Jiwon gasped, overwhelmed.

It still hurt. Of course it did. But the strange new sensation that followed the pain—it drove him insane.

If there was something higher than orgasm, this might be it.

Before he realized it, Jiwon was soaking in bliss every time Number 3 thrust into him. The feel of that cock dragging against his insides—it was intoxicating. Every push that filled him up made him moan in ecstasy.

The pain had become sharp, addictive pleasure.

Jiwon was stunned by how deeply fulfilling this penetrative sex was.

He had tried to push Number 3 away—now he clamped down hard, afraid to let him go. He wanted to savor this. He rolled his hips.

Number 3 moaned in return. He grimaced but smiled.

Then he stilled deliberately—waited for Jiwon to squirm—and only then started moving again. The little brat had him wrapped around his finger.

But that smugness didn’t last long.

Number 3 was just as turned on as Jiwon.

They stared at each other like they were about to devour one another. One thrust in—one clenched tight. Sometimes Jiwon took it, sometimes Number 3 got caught in it.

They were a perfect match.

Together, they sped up.

The room filled with loud, obscene noises.

The sex they’d had on drugs didn’t even compare.

Thwack, thwack, thwack—with every slam, Jiwon let out the filthiest moans, begging for more.

He watched the cock going in and out of him like he was possessed.

Every time he blinked, the image of bloody leather gloves faded—replaced by Number 3’s cock. The sharp blade that had severed his manhood was replaced in memory by Number 3’s beautiful mouth—sucking and licking that grotesque thing.

He rewrote the nightmare into a fantasy.

By sheer will alone.

He was glad he was a sex-crazed bastard—for once, he praised himself.

Jiwon held on tight, doing his best to keep from being overwhelmed—to savor every bit of ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) Number 3’s cock. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he threw his arms around Number 3’s neck. Practically choked him, clinging hard.

That gorgeous face was right in front of him.

Number 3 didn’t care he was being choked. If anything, he got more aroused.

“Trying to kill me?” he gasped.

“Would be a waste,” Jiwon replied.

And meant it.

You only see a man this beautiful once in your life. Why kill him?

Number 3 chuckled.

They laughed into each other’s mouths—and kissed.

This time, it wasn’t even a kiss. It was another penetration.

Number 3 fucked every hole Jiwon had.

His tongue penetrated his mouth. His cock, his hole.

He never stopped staring. His eyes devoured Jiwon. Watched every expression, every twitch.

Usually so mild-mannered, Number 3 burned with passion in bed. He moaned as loudly as Jiwon. Shameless.

Jiwon’s hole made constant noise from being filled.

Squish, thwack, slurp.

Every meeting of cock and hole made nasty, dirty sounds—perfectly harmonized with their moans.

They didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.

They were consumed with fucking and being fucked.

“Hold tight,” Number 3 said—

—and before Jiwon could respond, he sped up.

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

“Ah... ngh... ugh!”

He pounded like he was going to break him.

Jiwon’s body shook wildly. He clung to Number 3’s neck, and Number 3 hugged his back to thrust even deeper.

They were one.

Not just joined by cock—but fused as a single being.

Jiwon’s holes now belonged to Number 3.

He saw stars—not from pain, but pleasure. The pleasure hit so hard he sobbed.

“Ahhghhh!!!”

Jiwon came first. As he did, he clenched down hard on Number 3’s cock. Every muscle in his ass and perineum gripped like a vice.

His hole tightened and released uncontrollably.

Soon, Number 3 groaned loud—

—and came inside Jiwon.

So this is what it feels like.

Jiwon felt the cum spreading inside him. And let go of Number 3’s neck.

He shivered violently.

Every muscle, every cell buzzed with electricity.

Even after orgasm, his hole kept gripping and relaxing around Number 3’s cock.

Number 3 winced and groaned.

But didn’t pull out.

He enjoyed it.

More than anyone—he enjoyed Jiwon’s hole.

Even after cumming, his cock remained hard, and he pressed it deep into Jiwon again. Shot every last drop into him.

Only then did he finally pull out.

From one—they became two again.