How Does Brother Namgung Know About Nightclubs…?
"Haaah……
Open your mouth and show me the cum."
"Nn…… ebeaahhh……♡"
Im Seowol obeyed the waiter's words without resistance, parting his lips to display the milky fluid he had gathered on his tongue.
This is a lie…… Why am I even listening to this guy……?
Even Im Seowol himself could not understand why he was following the orders of some mere restaurant waiter. His mind knew full well that something was wrong, yet his body submitted to the male first, and he found himself utterly unable to stop the behavior by his own will.
"Good boy. Now swallow."
"……Gulp……♡"
At the waiter's command he swallowed the semen. The thick, sticky fluid slid down his throat; some of it clung to the back of his mouth, leaving behind an obscenely lingering aftertaste.
"……Ooook……♡♡"
Bzzzt—
The moment he swallowed, residual spasms rippled out from deep in his perineum as if rewarding him for taking in a male's yang energy. Moments later, milky white semen soaked through Im Seowol's undergarments.
"What the hell? This one cums just from swallowing too?
Guess there's a reason he hangs around with that Chaehyang."
Speaking in a tone that openly looked down on him, the waiter rubbed his still-slick cock—coated in the semen and saliva Im Seowol had failed to clean completely—between Im Seowol's cleavage, wiping it dry with slow strokes.
"Eut……?!"
Startled by the sudden act, Im Seowol let out a cry. The waiter only scolded him further.
"What's with you? If you came, you say you came.
And once the service is over, you're supposed to finish by cleaning it with your mouth.
You couldn't even properly pay for your meal with your body, so don't go getting all offended."
"Ugh………."
He was being treated not even as a courtesan, but as something lower—a common whore—yet Im Seowol felt almost no anger, which he himself found hard to believe. Instead, hearing the waiter lecture him so sincerely left him with a strange sense of guilt……
As if fawning over the man, Im Seowol looked up at him, the corners of his mouth lifting into a hazy, half-lidded smile.
"Hehe……."
With that excellent brain of his, Im Seowol fully recognized what he was doing. Behind the vacant grin, he was in complete inner panic.
I must be out of my mind. Why the hell am I acting like this……?!
Im Seowol was a student at the prestigious higher academy of Taehak, someone who had always earned top marks. Yet here he was, squatting in front of a man who was nothing more than a restaurant waiter, voluntarily sucking his cock.
And that was not all. After diligently servicing the man, he had shown the cum-filled mouth on command, swallowed it, and even climaxed from the act. Despite such humiliating behavior, he still was not satisfied—he was fawning over the very waiter who had used his breasts as a towel, wearing that same stupid smile.
At this rate, how was he any different from an empty-headed, easy woman like Chaehyang?
"I'm only letting it slide because it's me. Next time, say when you cum, and clean that mouth-pussy all the way to the end."
"Nehe…… thank youuu……♡"
Stop…… I have to stop…….
His body, overflowing with carnal lust that had already surrendered to males, refused to obey reason. Even the internal conflict itself twisted into perverse excitement. The wider the gap grew between Im Seowol's reason and his instincts, the greater the arousal became—until he would suddenly find himself behaving even more vulgarly.
"Nngh…… the taste of cum…… so filthy……♡"
No…… stop already…….
The cause of this phenomenon lay in the carnal desire that had only accumulated for more than a full month since he began learning the Femboy Divine Art, combined with the ever-worsening deficiency of yang energy. Last night's events had finally burst the dam of his reason. Freed from that restraint, Im Seowol's instincts now moved his body of their own accord—submitting to cocks in order to obtain yang energy.
Until the lust and yang deficiency were resolved, the current Im Seowol had become a body that would fawn over cocks regardless of his own thoughts. Of course, Im Seowol himself had no way of knowing that.
When Im Seowol looked over at Chaehyang, she had already finished "servicing" one waiter and was now eagerly sucking off a second.
"Chububub…… chuuup…… churururup……♡"
"Gulp……."
Watching the cock slide in and out of Chaehyang's pretty mouth made Im Seowol's own saliva flood forth. From a short distance away, he observed her devoted service.
"Tzzbyuuuup— chuuuuuuup—♡"
Chaehyang was going all-out, clearly intent on milking every drop; she was deep-throating so thoroughly that the outline of the cock bulged visibly in her neck.
"Ugh……!"
The waiter receiving her oral service suddenly shuddered. Chaehyang buried her face all the way into his crotch.
"Jjoooook…… jjoook……♡"
Shudder—
After the man finished cumming, Chaehyang's body gave a few small spasms of its own.
"Haaah…… I came……♡
Waiter-oppa's cock was fucking delicious—"
The cock that slipped free of her mouth was completely clean except for a faint sheen of spit. As if proudly showing off that she had finished the cleaning in one go, Chaehyang opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out long and lewdly, and flaunted it. The waiter who had just been serviced by Im Seowol walked over to her.
"Hey, what's with your friend?
Didn't even say she came, and couldn't clean properly either."
"Eut……."
When the waiter pointed at Im Seowol and complained to Chaehyang, the other waiters quickly piled on.
"What, for real?"
"You didn't even teach her right, huh?
Think we're pushovers just 'cause we're restaurant staff?"
"Ehehe, sorryyy— she's still short on experience.
We'll do better next time—"
Chaehyang laughed awkwardly and apologized, but the two of them were still grabbed and thrown out of the restaurant.
"Do better from now on! Next time this happens, don't even expect the broth."
"…………."
Feeling as though he had committed some grave offense, Im Seowol shrank in on himself, watching Chaehyang's reaction carefully.
That it was that important…… I can't believe it…….
Im Seowol had been scolded for failing to clean the cock and for not announcing his climax. The words were wildly divorced from ordinary common sense. Yet this was Im Seowol's first time experiencing anything like paying for a meal by sucking cock, and with three waiters plus Chaehyang all acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world, it somehow began to feel like the truth.
"Ehehe— we're in a bit of trouble."
"……S-sorry……."
Seeing Chaehyang look at him with that slightly troubled little smile, Im Seowol ended up apologizing to her. The act of apologizing meant he was acknowledging that his own behavior—failing to clean the cock and announce his climax—had been wrong. That admission would heavily influence how he acted from now on.
"……Ahaha, it's fine. I just forgot to tell you.
Around the red-light district there are quite a few places that let you pay with your body.
Some places won't take it, but if you push through the embarrassment and force your way in once, it gets easy after that—
I'll take you around and show you."
"Ah, yeah……."
Startled by how casually Chaehyang was mixing in vulgar slang, yet already guilty of a mistake, Im Seowol simply accepted her words.
"What, still feeling bad?
Then today don't go back to the dorm—hang out with me. I've still got money left—"
Chaehyang pulled a pouch of silver from her pocket; the coins clinked together.
"W-what the hell? You said you didn't have money?!"
They had sucked cock because they supposedly could not pay for the meal—yet she had money all along. Im Seowol raised his voice in shock, but Chaehyang only shrugged once.
"Feels good and saves money—total win, right?
You enjoyed it too— who was it that swallowed the cock-juice and came again?"
"Eut……!"
Struck right in the heart by both the truth and Chaehyang's crude words, Im Seowol was left speechless. Chaehyang leaned in and whispered.
"Today instead of an inn or the red-light district, there's a night spot I hang out at a lot—
It's the You hour right now (5 to 7 p.m.), so it'll open soon. Let's go play."
"A night spot……?!"
He had heard of places where young people gathered at night to drink, but more alcohol? Im Seowol showed clear reluctance. Chaehyang's tone cooled a fraction.
"Didn't you just say you were sorry?
Because of you that restaurant might not let us in next time, you know?
I'm not even asking you to treat me—you can't even hang out together?"
"That's not what I meant…… haah, fine. Let's go."
A certain nightclub in Cheonju.
As a fresh face, Im Seowol was an absolute hit.
"I don't just buy drinks for anyone, you know? I like you.
Hmm? Just play with me once~ Don't act so expensive."
A group of rather successful-looking men with healthy, copper-tanned skin—the local punks—surrounded Im Seowol. One of them approached him where he stood by a chest-high table and casually looped an arm around his waist. In the man's free hand was a glass filled to the brim with liquor.
"No, that's……."
To Im Seowol's eyes they seemed at first glance to be frivolous yet sociable types, but the attention was still overwhelming. He offered an awkward smile toward the punk, yet the sight of a handsome man clinging to him gradually began to lift his mood.
"You're from around here, right?
I've never seen a cutie like you before~"
"Haha……."
At some point Im Seowol had started finding compliments on his prettiness—despite being a man—surprisingly not unpleasant. Praise for his appearance, or the way hostesses and these punks in front of him begged for his attention and clung to him…… those were things that had never once belonged to the old Im Seowol.
Hearing that he was pretty made a smile bloom on his face before he could stop it. He tried to deny the feeling inside, yet in the end he could not reject the simple fact that it felt rather good. For someone who had buried himself in studies solely to meet his father's expectations, this kind of praise for his looks—even if it was praise for femininity rather than masculinity—filled his need for recognition far more than he had ever imagined.
"You're not from Cheonju, are you? Where'd you come from?
Anyway, just one drink with me, just one~"
Unable to keep refusing the punk who pressed right up against him and kept thrusting the glass forward, Im Seowol accepted the rising cup with a show of reluctance.
"……Th-then…… just one……?"