Lily Kiss and the Prostate
Did it really have to go this far?
The thought drifted through me as I lay naked on the table, bound in chains.
Two beautiful women in their twenties — both slender — had laid me out and were working my cock with devoted tongues. What man on earth would have fought them off?
And they weren't merely going through the motions. Fluids were already streaming endlessly from me, and the two of them were licking every inch of it for my sake, in every way they knew how.
Even while sucking me, they would heat up mid-stroke, share spit between their mouths, then return to lapping at the shaft and my balls until their eyes went soft and wet.
From the moment their lewd switches flipped on, both of them had the eyes of women overflowing with hunger.
"Mmhh… mmmph…"
While one of them took my cock into her mouth — so deep she nearly gagged — and licked, the other tended the surface of my balls as if the two of them were a grateful couple who'd come solely to fill every last scrap of my lust.
Their coordination needed nothing added and nothing taken away.
It was perfect teamwork.
Without a word of discussion, the moment one of them left a space open, the other filled it and kept the stimulation going.
Their skill with a man's body and cock was one thing. But whenever I lifted my head because I wanted to watch, they thoughtfully swept their hair aside so I could see exactly what they were doing.
Two tongues. Two sets of soft hair tickling my groin.
Whether they simply took excellent care of it or were just blessed with healthy hair, I couldn't say — but those silk-smooth strands worked almost as hard as their tongues, brushing and stroking my skin as a perfect secondary touch.
Every so often, while they used their tongues, one woman's hair would brush against the other's mouth, so that some places were wet strands and others glossy dry ones, layering the sensation into something three-dimensional.
Ah… so that's why some girls are so obsessed with long straight hair…
If I hadn't filled Yebin's body with eight months' worth of my cum last week…
If I hadn't jerked off thinking of her on Wednesday…
I would already have lost control in front of Chaewon and Subin and painted both their faces.
That was how intense their collaboration was.
In the middle of Chaewon burying her face against my balls, inhaling the scent of them and licking hard at the root of my shaft, Subin — looking down at me from above, since the chains left me able only to tip my head — stared straight into my eyes.
A filthy, knowing smile curved her lips.
"Your heart had better hold out, oppa…"
She perched for a moment on the edge of the table and tapped the left side of my chest with her right hand — right over my heart.
"Tonight… I'm counting on you."
Then the black-haired woman slipped some kind of pill into my mouth.
It looked roughly like a yellow teardrop.
"You can swallow it without water… go on, oppa."
Fortunately it wasn't large, so even lying flat I managed to get it down.
Immediately she put a second pill into my mouth.
A familiar brand flashed past my eyes.
A cross-shaped manufacturer's mark stamped on the tablet — a pharmaceutical company I'd seen plenty of times.
The company that makes Asp… something… yeah, that has to be it…
If it was from that company, at least I could be sure it wasn't something illegal.
Still, the two pills were similar in color but different in shape. And I'd already swallowed the first one without knowing what it was — the one that might have been the more dangerous of the two. How was I supposed to refuse the second?
So once again, without resistance, I swallowed whatever she pushed into my mouth with her fingers.
Not that fighting back at this point would have changed anything.
She watched me obediently take both pills, then stroked my hair and pressed a light kiss to my forehead and my lips.
"Oppa, seriously… how are you this considerate?"
Hearing that, Chaewon — who had been frantically sucking my cock down below — lifted her head, pre-cum and spit smeared around her mouth.
"Subin unnie, did he take them both?"
"Yeah. He didn't even question it. No complaints, just swallowed."
Chaewon smiled at me.
Subin's expression turned a little frightening.
"If you'd tried to refuse, I was going to pry your mouth open and force them down."
So that was why they'd bound my throat with the choke collar and chain.
"Oppa… there's a reason women always flock to you. Unlike other guys, you don't come in with a bunch of assumptions. You really do make people expect more than just the reputation."
I hadn't actually done anything.
Their praise left me flustered.
If I'd taken some kind of action toward them, maybe — but all I'd done was stay passive, following their demands and being led around without resistance.
Up to this point, Chaewon and Subin still hadn't properly undressed themselves.
Only I had had my jeans stripped off, my top shoved up and peeled away by their hands. They'd even removed my socks and shoes for me, with the careful touch of nurses handling an elderly patient.
Chaewon stood beside me and slipped out of her black dress.
That single layer was all she'd been wearing.
Her black panties had already been gone from the moment she first walked into the workshop.
She hadn't been wearing a bra either.
So peeling off the ribbed dress took only a second.
Even bound and lying flat in that awkward position, I twisted my neck as hard as I could, desperate to see her naked body.
I was the kind of man who would still steal a glance at a woman's body even if bullets were flying on a battlefield.
She watched me crane my neck like a turtle straining for a better view and burst out laughing — a sweet, affectionate sound.
"Did you want to see that badly?"
Then, completely naked, she struck a playful, sexy pose right in front of my eyes.
"How's a body this skinny? Is it your type, oppa?"
Compared to Daeun from earlier, Chaewon had a bit more volume, a bit more curve.
She was on the slim side, but the shape of her breasts was lovely and firm.
Even through the limited view of being tied down, her body was every bit as beautiful as I'd imagined when she still had clothes on.
But because of the height of the table, I couldn't see the neat inverted-triangle of pubic hair I'd glimpsed before, or the modest wings of her inner lips.
While my eyes were still tracking Chaewon's body, Subin started undressing beside her.
The moment she peeled off her white lace top, the cleavage I'd only half-seen before gave way to the full reveal of her chest — a size that was pure magnetism.
My gaze snapped to Subin's movements. That was the power of a big pair of breasts no man could ignore.
She unhooked her bra next.
A size any man would love.
Maybe a cup smaller than Hayoon's, but the elastic bounce of them made it clear that in the hand they would feel every bit as good.
Subin had been rough with me all day since we met — pure dominant energy — and yet her nipples and the small areolas around them were more delicately feminine than almost any woman's I'd seen.
Tiny, pretty, almost dainty in a way that clashed with her tall frame. Unexpected.
Then she bent to push down her jeans, but from my angle — laid out on the table like a sacrificial offering — I couldn't see everything.
Still, the sound of denim sliding down beautiful skin in that blind spot was enough for my imagination to fill in every blank.
Subin delivered a new gospel to me.
"You always look first before you eat."
She dragged a chair over beside the table.
Then she climbed up onto the table where I lay, bringing her long, naked body with her.
Unlike Chaewon, Subin was fully Brazilian-waxed.
The red of her entrance, the dark crimson of her inner lips, the light brown of her clit.
Just like her areolas and nipples, her sex was somehow even more feminine in shape than Chaewon's.
A woman's private artwork, partitioned into different tones of the same color family, hung right above my eyes.
Even from below, the outline of her full breasts was sharp and clear, and her entire beautiful naked body — everything but her feet — was laid out in perfect detail for me.
Even her navel, seen from underneath, was overflowing with charm.
"It's only once tonight… so take a good look."
She looked down at me, her voice full of triumphant pride.
Chaewon climbed onto the table after her, bringing her own bare body up.
One slightly slimmer nude figure and one richly curved one stood side by side above me, looking down.
"Oppa, unnie's body is seriously gorgeous, right?"
Chaewon praised Subin while resting a hand beneath her breast.
I nodded before I could stop myself.
"You're both so beautiful…"
They were slender women of a beauty no one could dismiss. Both of them so lovely I had no desire to weigh one against the other and praise one more.
Right in front of my eyes, Chaewon locked her gaze with mine and licked Subin's breast for a moment.
As if the stimulation had hit her, Subin pulled Chaewon's mouth to hers, and the two of them thrust out clean tongues and tangled them together like a pair of drills.
They mixed their tongues with fierce intensity, as if I weren't even there.
A thick, melting lily kiss began to play out right in front of me. A rare and expensive sight.
Living, breathing tongues intertwining with vivid life — a real lily kiss. Today was the first time I had ever seen one.
Then they broke apart with a burst of laughter, linked their arms behind each other's backs, and looked down at me again.
"We'll see if you live up to the reputation, oppa."
Tall Subin squatted down first on her knees, close against my body.
"I'm counting on you till the end too."
Chaewon knelt on the table right after her.
As always, they were about to open a chapter I hadn't seen coming.
Fear and anticipation flooded through me. And with that anticipation, my cock swelled until it felt ready to burst.
"Hmm… for a patient in his twenties, your prostate is quite swollen."
The doctor tilted his head as he spoke.
"If you were middle-aged, I wouldn't be surprised… but at your age, inflammation and swelling this significant is an unusual case…"
He frowned at the ultrasound monitor for a moment, then looked back at me with a serious expression.
"You need to be honest with me if I'm going to treat you properly…"
The urologist continued as if patients hiding things was nothing out of the ordinary.
"…Have you recently engaged in any pressure masturbation, or holding back ejaculation even when you're close, or squeezing and blocking the urethra, or…"
Or… what's next on the list…
"…any other practices that are hard to talk about out loud — anything special that might affect ejaculation?"
I shook my head. Nothing. Nothing special.
"I finish every time, and I have sex often enough. Often enough that I don't even need to masturbate."
"Hmm…"
A look of genuine puzzlement crossed the doctor's face. The kind that said this wasn't a normal situation.
"For now, let's try medication and see if there's improvement. You're young, and it's likely temporary, so it probably won't be a problem, but—"
"—I'll write you a prescription. Come back in two weeks. I don't usually say this to patients, but…"
"…since you're in your twenties, if the pain eases significantly in the meantime, you don't necessarily have to come back…"
Then, casually, he offered the most likely conclusion as comfort.
"Generally speaking, nothing serious happens to people in their twenties."
"Yes, thank you."
I thanked the doctor, took the prescription, and headed out toward the pharmacy.
Trouble with my genitals in my twenties… I'd told myself it wouldn't be anything serious even before I came in.
But every time I urinated, the pain stabbing through my lower abdomen had gotten so bad I couldn't stand it anymore.
And something serious had happened to me. The low-probability outcome.
Ding!
A notification flashed briefly on Siyeon's phone and vanished.
Sender… Gay… Oppa?
Siyeon has a gay guy around her?
I asked her straight out, no dancing around it — more like an interrogation.
"Do you know any gay men?"
Siyeon brushed it off as if it were nothing.
"Yeah. Gay guys tend to get along better with women than regular guys do, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to know one. Someone introduced us."
Introduced? What kind of weird woman gets introduced to a gay guy?
I couldn't make sense of it at all.
"If a gay person needed someone to hang out with and got introduced to another gay person, I'd understand—"
"But you're straight, you don't need a man, and you're telling me you got introduced to a gay guy because you needed a gay guy…"
"I don't understand a word of what you're saying. Am I wrong?"
I was angrier than I usually got.
Ordinarily I almost never raised my voice at her over anything. She was the person I loved too much for that.
But she hadn't discussed this with me. She hadn't been introduced through me either.
If that notification hadn't popped up, I never would have asked — and if I hadn't asked, she would have just kept hiding it.
She looked flustered and tried to laugh it off.
"Oppa, I wasn't introduced to a man. He's gay. The kind of gay I could go to a motel with and it wouldn't be a problem."
She even got a little defensive, insisting that because he was gay I had nothing to worry about.
This feels incredibly wrong… Should I just demand to see the message history right now?
I looked at her face and seriously considered asking her to show me the conversation, even if it soured the mood.
Then another thought followed.
If I start suspecting, the suspicions never end… She's this confident because he really is a gay guy, right?
She fussed and cooed in front of me, trying to soothe my mood however she could.
I was irritated, but I didn't want to fight with her. I sighed and asked,
"So what's this gay oppa's name?"
"Seonggyu oppa. You don't need to worry. Compared to you, he's nowhere near as attractive."
She cupped my cheeks as if my jealousy and suspicion were adorable.
"Why would I get into anything with Seonggyu oppa when I have my handsome Jinwoo oppa? He's gay — we just chat. The conversation clicks, that's all."
Then she held her phone out in front of me with a completely confident look.
"I don't have anything to hide from you, so if you want to see everything I exchanged with gay oppa, go ahead and look right now."
I took her phone. I did want to see the messages.
But with her acting like that, looking felt like a betrayal of the trust between us.
"No. If you're that confident, you must have nothing to hide."
I handed the phone back. Then I gave her the gentlest warning I could manage.
"Still, since your boyfriend clearly isn't comfortable with it, maybe cut back on the contact with this Seonggyu oppa—"
"—If we broke up and you were single, I wouldn't care if you met gay friends or gay oppas or whoever…"
I let out a heavy breath without meaning to, and my tone grew weightier.
"But at least while you're with me, don't make me feel this uneasy because of him."
My words came out sharper than I intended in places.
Even years later, I can still remember the foul, queasy feeling that crawled up the back of my neck in that moment.
Siyeon was someone I trusted — someone who never normally did anything that would make me suspicious. We were young, but we were the kind of couple who sometimes let the word marriage slip into conversation.
If I was going to marry someone, I wanted it to be a woman like her. I wanted to start a family early.
That was how much I loved her.
I didn't want to become the uncomfortable kind of man who doubted and cornered the person he loved, so I stopped there.
I stopped because I believed that the more I suspected and fought, the worse it would be for us.
But…
A man's ugly intuition is every bit as sharp as a woman's.
The claim that Seonggyu was "gay" was a blatant, blood-red lie.
Siyeon and Seonggyu had both been in relationships, and they'd cooked up a plan together so neither of their partners would suspect them.
Siyeon was saved in his phone as "Lesbian dongsaeng."
They kept their long-term partners — the ones whose spark was fading — instead of dumping them, so that if the fun between the two of them ever cooled off, they could always fall back into their stable relationships.
Inside that safe little frame of thrills, Seonggyu and my girlfriend were enjoying themselves behind our backs — exciting, electric time we knew nothing about.
The things you shouldn't do are always more fun. The forbidden is the thrilling. Maybe that's just human nature.
And in the face of their pleasure, it wasn't only my heart that collapsed. My body as a man collapsed too — into years of pain.
When six months passed and my prostate was still badly swollen with no real improvement, the urology clinic recommended an STD PCR test.
It was rare, but they wanted to account even for the uncommon possibility that the prostatitis was connected to urethritis.
"Doctor, I just got tested for STDs not that long ago. And I've only been with my one girlfriend."
A possibility was a possibility, but I didn't want to bet on a low one.
In reality, I was the type who got a 7-panel PCR test once a year without fail.
The second woman I'd ever been with had contacted me once to say she'd caught something and was worried she might have given it to me.
It turned out she'd actually gotten it — badly — from a guy she met after me.
Young and badly shaken, I'd paid out of pocket for a full STD panel right away, and thankfully everything came back negative.
After that scare, I'd kept getting the cheapest annual 7-panel PCR as a habit.
"The probability isn't high, but some STDs have incubation periods. There are cases where it takes time for an STD PCR to turn positive."
It was frustrating to have a doctor push a test on me when he wasn't the one paying for it.
I wasn't exactly flush with cash…
But there had been less improvement than expected — the pain was getting worse, if anything — so even a statistically rare case had to be considered.
At the doctor's "just trust me this once," I swiped my card for the expensive 12-panel version.
I couldn't bring myself to believe it, and yet the world was full of people telling you to trust them.
The results are obviously going to be clean… what a waste of my money…
And then, just as that doctor's rare prediction had suggested… the results came back.
I laughed because it was so absurd. It felt like the axe I'd trusted had chopped off both my arms and legs.
In my twenties, I lost the woman I loved — and, rarely enough, I lost my health as a man too.
And the pain from that time stretched across years, tormenting me without end.
I genuinely wanted to die from how miserable it was. Back then, I did.
But it was thanks to that. Life truly vaulted far beyond anything I could have predicted.
As someone once said, everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face — but even after taking that many hits, I never dreamed I'd end up grateful to the people who hit me.
You can't see even an inch ahead. That was life.