Exotic Love (Novel)

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But what? What? Who hugs who?

  "Fuck!"

  I was angry, but I was dumbfounded. Dumbfounded was an expression to use at times like this. Am I right to be angry? Is it true that this overwhelming wave of emotion that is difficult to handle is anger? I felt dizzy in front of me.

  I was a predator.  I was a male who had never been used for a moment and had never been beaten by anyone.  The only males who could stand on me were rulers.  Even such rulers respected their young heirs.  And among the males of the same age as me, none of them dared to attempt touching me.  Whatever it was, I had more and there was no doubt that I was stronger.  There was no need to crush the unsightly males who is pretending to be strong.

   But to say the fact that I was used really was more than a shock.  It was unimaginable.  Not only in relationships with women, but also in relationships with men, I have always been the one who fuck them.  When I hit a man, I thought it was interesting to see the person who got hard and moaned with excitement, but I never wondered about the mystery of the prostate. There's no way I can tolerate someone putting a cock in my back and shaking my back to satisfy their greed.  It was something I had never even imagined.  Sex is meant to satisfy my lust, I'm not asking someone else to fill my lust through my body.  Some bastard dares to use me for their sex drive...  !!

When I turned around again, Yoon Hee-gyeom was barely sitting on the floor.  His left cheek, which had been hit by my fist, was starting to swell and was reddened, not to mention the cheek and ear.  There was a long scar on his neck as if the nape of his neck had rubbed against nails.  He wiped the drips of his nosebleed with the back of his hand, and his throat were tainted with blood.  His lips were parted and blood was dripping out.  His hand wrapped around his stomach trembled.

   At that moment, a ferocious madness exploded within me.  As I spent days in which no stimulation could satisfy my sexual desires, sadistic acts excites me.  Rather than the groan that was cutely wrapped around my ear, I preferred the sound of his stifled breath in pain.  Still, I've never had a blood-stained face, but seeing those ripped and bleeding lips made me want to put a cock in those blood-red lips.

   Any pride damaged by that situation can be recovered by crushing him under me again. I don't remember being laid down anyway, so if I mess up with the back hole of that huge body and spray semen, that memory will remain.

  It was fortunate that the body was not my taste, but the face was my taste. I vowed to be at the top of the male again by messing with Yoon Hee-gyeom.

   “Yoon Hee-gyeom ssi. The past is the past.”

   I approached Yoon Hee-gyeom, who was barely sitting on the floor, in front of his nose.  I shook my trembling hand and smiled softly.  After I decide what I want to do, I feel like I'm the original me, even if i'm boiling mad, I could laugh. The bloody smell stimulated my nerve cord and the aftermath of the violence that I poured out made my hands move sloppily and I couldn't even untie my belt, so the click and clack sound rang. I roughly unbuckled the belt and pulled the hook of my pants.