Chapter 246

Chasing after a rabbit with a pocket watch, Alice tumbled down a rabbit hole and arrived in a strange land. In the forest, she discovered a blue caterpillar sitting on top of a large mushroom. The caterpillar, puffing indifferently on a hookah as if no one but Alice herself could possibly matter less, spoke to her in a drowsy, languid tone.

“Who are you?”

Alice answered in a trembling voice.

“I’m not sure myself. I was certain I knew who I was, but the me I am now doesn’t feel like me anymore.”

When Siron was around fourteen years old, he was neither an outstanding student nor especially talented at sports. Yet at the very least, he participated diligently in literature class, earning his teacher’s interest and affection. During that short but intense golden period of reading, Siron devoured everything from classics like Around the World in Eighty Days and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer to various children’s literature award winners such as The Giver and The Golden Compass.

Siron especially loved stories like Gulliver’s Travels or Robinson Crusoe, where an ordinary day abruptly broke apart and the protagonist found himself in an unfamiliar world. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland was one of those. To young Siron, there was an indescribable pull in the bizarre experiences of a character stepping beyond reality into the unknown. Books& Literature

For a literature class presentation, Siron even wrote an essay on the scene between the caterpillar and Alice, under the theme of how one’s size influences one’s emotions. Crushed by the rapid growth of other boys and girls around him, he had wanted to capture his own bruised feelings with at least a touch of wit.

It was just his bad luck that the teacher who had enjoyed reading Siron’s essay made him present it in class, forcing him to expose his own complex in front of his peers. For a while after, he was treated as a laughingstock.

Only the shame he had felt at the time remained vivid in his memory. He thought he had nearly forgotten the novel itself. But suddenly, a forgotten line came back to him.

“I’m not sure myself. I was certain I knew who I was, but the me I am now doesn’t feel like me anymore.”

Just like Alice, who grew and shrank and lost sight of herself in the process, Siron too was losing himself through opposite, contradictory experiences. He desired sex and then came to loathe it; he desperately needed an alpha and then found them unbearably hateful. He saw himself as something as lowly as a crumpled tissue used to wipe away semen, and at other times he felt like the sole god reigning above all alphas.

Right now, he felt like that lowly, discarded tissue—pathetically desperate for sex with an alpha.

“Mmnhh, huuuhp, nnh, hhhn, hah—!”

Siron cupped the back of Baekgyeong’s head, pulling him closer, and sucked at his lips with loud, wet smacks. From their mouths came the sordid taste of Siron’s own slick and indistinguishable semen, of skin and sweat and saliva all mingled together.

Isaac devoured whatever was mixed in without hesitation. Siron twitched but didn’t care. Baekgyeong, at least, was somewhat cleaner about it. But after nearly twelve hours of nonstop sex, no one could bother with which fluids had gotten mixed with which.

“Hhnnh, nghh, huuhh...”

Siron was straddling Baekgyeong, slamming down on his own. It was a position that spared him the burden of deep penetration, letting him grind against exactly where he wanted. Whenever he felt like he might collapse, too weak even to roll his hips any longer, he would pretend to focus on kissing instead, seeking out Isaac’s or Baekgyeong’s lips so as not to lose the initiative.

Baekgyeong’s thick, long tongue licked at the roof of his mouth, pressing provocatively against the base of his own tongue as it squirmed and rubbed. The sensation of their tongues grinding together was unbearably good. And when Baekgyeong rubbed teasingly beneath his tongue, the shivers that crawled up from his toes shot all the way up to his tailbone in an icy rush.

Catching his breath at ease through the kiss, Siron braced himself against Baekgyeong’s shoulders with both hands and slowly raised his hips. The cock buried close against his prostate withdrew until only the glans hovered precariously inside, and then he lowered himself down again. Guiding the angle with care, he shifted his passage just enough to keep it from stabbing into his colon, directing it instead toward the space between his prostate and bladder.

He ground his own slick passage down hard. Even after daring to take nearly a whole hand’s breadth inside, there was still a long way to go before the base. But he didn’t have the courage to take more. Already, the head of Baekgyeong’s cock was pressing insistently against the deepest end of his passage. Just that—just the sticky touch of the glans against his blood-swollen, tender inner walls—sent thrills racing through him.

“Ah, ...uhhh, nghh, ahh, haaah.”

A breathless moan slipped faintly through Siron’s clenched teeth. He lifted his quivering hips, then lowered himself again until the cock brushed against his cervix, repeating the shallow thrusts over and over.

Each time the glans grazed him and withdrew, the fragile inner lining clung sticky and slow against the cock’s skin before peeling away. The stimulation alone was so intense that his strength was quickly draining, yet it still didn’t seem enough for Baekgyeong.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I—I am, I’m doing it, haah, aahh—ack!”

Baekgyeong smacked his ass hard and growled fiercely.

“Yoon Siron. Cutting corners again.”

“I—I’m not—!”

“Take it to the root.”

“Ahhk! W–wait, hhh, nngh, I—I’m, haaah, I am—ahhh!”

Baekgyeong tugged down on Siron’s nipples, urging him into taking him deeper. There was no time for Siron to even feel shame at having his nipples toyed with and forced into guiding his body. Once no bigger than cherries, his nipples had swollen from being sucked and bitten all night, puffed up like small cranberries, so sensitive that the faintest brush of a tongue sent lightning bursts through him. Helpless, Siron bounced down, swallowing Baekgyeong’s cock to the root.

Siron screamed in delirium. His cervix flattened, and through the loosened gap, the ridged tip of the cock ground into him like interlocking grooves. When the shock hit him like a thunderbolt, his body seized, and Baekgyeong clamped his hands around Siron’s hips. Trapped in those massive hands, his body was shaken up and down against his will.

Baekgyeong thrust upward in time with the way he slammed Siron’s body down. The innermost flesh was torn open, pain and pleasure erupting together. Every nerve in Siron’s body shrieked. His cervix, his passage, his prostate, his bladder—everything was struck at once, leaving the whole lower half of his body taut with tension.

He clamped down on Baekgyeong’s cock as if in seizure. Baekgyeong huffed short, heavy breaths, jerking his hips harder. Muscles bulged across his torso, veins rising thick along his frame. With thrusts gone wild, without rhythm or pause, he rammed into him mercilessly. Siron wept, shaking his head.

“Stop, nghhh, stooop! Aahh, ahhhnghh! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhhk!”

The endless thrusting cut off the instant Baekgyeong climaxed, as if a switch had been flipped. The surge of pheromones pouring freshly into him made his insides ache with a deep, numbing throb. Clutching Baekgyeong tight, Siron convulsed, and a beat late, he came as well, clenching hard around him.

The gush of slick poured out with him, while from Siron’s cock dribbled a thin stream of cloudy semen. But though the ejaculation was weak, the pleasure was sharp, leaving his body trembling for long moments afterward.

His rest didn’t last. Suddenly, there was a presence beside him, and the bed dipped down to the left.

“Made quite the mess, haven’t you.”

Isaac smeared his fingers through the sticky mix of slick and semen leaking out from Siron’s stretched opening. He smelled clean and cold, as though he’d just finished showering in cold water. Rubbing his thumb and forefinger together as if testing its viscosity, he pressed the damp touch against Siron’s lower lip.

“Ugh.”

Siron turned away in disgust, but Isaac’s lips followed immediately. He licked and sucked at Siron’s parted mouth, savoring the taste, while slowly stroking his own half-hard cock.

“Didn’t you just shower—haahhk!”

“What of it. Once more. Together.”

“Nnhh!”

He lowered his lips to Siron’s reddened nipple, sucking softly. Like licking the delicate skin of a cherry, his tongue circled with care, teasing. Then he set the nipple between his teeth and tongue, giving it a strange, delicate blend of softness and sharpness.

“Haahh, tight.”

Baekgyeong let out a languid sigh. Isaac furrowed his brow as though displeased.

“As if I did it for your sake. Still, looks like you enjoyed it.”

Isaac rose, moving behind Siron. He pressed a kiss to Siron’s tense back before gripping his flank and hauling him upward. Baekgyeong’s cock slid out along a long, scraping path inside him, like a snake drawing out of a burrow.

“Ahh!”

The stimulation of Baekgyeong’s cock dragging against his soft inner walls was too much—Siron’s rump dented tight with tension, trembling violently. Isaac kneaded his sweat-slick, flushed ass like dough, twisting as he looked down at Baekgyeong’s cock. It was still stiff, wet white from the inside, the repeated friction of slick and semen whipped into a creamy froth that clung to his inner walls. In contrast, Isaac’s cock was clean and dry, its obscene size somehow making it look all the more pristine.

“Hands on the wall.”

Driven forward by Isaac, Siron crawled on his knees. Straddling Baekgyeong where he lay, he spread his thighs, crouching awkwardly. His cock dangled over Baekgyeong’s face.

“Want me to suck you off?”

“Why? Don’t want to?”

Siron asked hoarsely, his voice warped with bitterness. It wasn’t just from moaning and screaming that his throat was raw. His neck ached as though from a brutal case of strep, carved out by both Baekgyeong’s and Isaac’s cocks thrusting down his throat one after another.

“As if. Have you forgotten? What my favorite pastime was?”

Baekgyeong smirked faintly, wrapping his hand gently around Siron’s cock. The smooth glide of those slender fingers stroking him made Siron’s hips twitch, his breath hitching raggedly.

He would never forget, not for the rest of his life—that Baekgyeong’s perverse taste was to shove a urethral plug inside him and suck him off like that. Siron pressed his lips tight, unable to say a word.