Substitute
Chapter 69

He thought it was a hallucination.

But the moment the cock filled his mouth, he realized it was real.

This was a real cock.

Why? How?

He knew something was wrong—but he didn’t pull it out.

Even though it overflowed and filled his mouth completely, he just couldn’t. He liked it too much.

Slurp, he sucked greedily. Devoured it ravenously.

Good god, can a cock really taste this good?

He must’ve been too high on the drugs.

He had to stop this immediately.

No matter how loud the alarms blared, Jiwon didn’t listen. No—he couldn’t.

Lost in a trance, he just kept sucking cock.

And then suddenly, he got curious. Too curious to hold back.

He didn’t want to take it out of his mouth, but he had to—if he was going to speak.

“Why are you here?”

When he looked up and asked,

“Is it so bad you had to stop what you were doing?”

Number 3 asked in an amused voice.

Jiwon shook his head hard.

“I was just curious. Is this a hallucination?”

He asked, even though he knew it wasn’t.

“You know just by sucking, don’t you? It’s real.”

Number 3 shoved his cock back into Jiwon’s mouth.

This time, Jiwon held it with both hands like a lollipop and sucked.

Slurp. It was sweet.

So sweet it made his head spin.

Like hell it would just taste good.

Jiwon liked the way Number 3 moaned every time he tightened his lips.

Even his moans were unfairly attractive.

What a goddamn unfair world.

Grinning inside, he kept sucking and sucking.

Number 3 gently grabbed a handful of Jiwon’s hair. Just enough to help him find a rhythm.

He didn’t shove it roughly down his throat or jerk his hips like a punk. He just let Jiwon do as he pleased.

Jiwon had been sucking for a while when he pulled the cock out again. Drool streamed down his chin.

He held Number 3’s cock, now soaked with his own spit, and asked again.

“Why are you here? You’re not supposed to be.”

“Don’t you remember the mission? Ejaculate without touching your dick.”

He answered brightly.

“They said you can only cum with a dildo.”

“I’m a dildo. A human dildo.”

At Number 3’s joke, Jiwon giggled.

“Aren’t you gonna suck?”

Number 3 gently tugged on his hair.

Jiwon looked up at him and opened his mouth wide. As if to show off, he began wrapping his lips around the head, bit by bit. Slowly, gradually, he swallowed that huge thing into his mouth.

Number 3 chuckled and furrowed his brows.

How long had he been sucking?

With a loud moan, Number 3 came, and Jiwon’s mouth filled with semen.

Almost at the same time, Jiwon came for the second time. Just like the mission—without touching his dick, simply from the act of sucking someone else’s cock.

Jiwon trembled, overwhelmed with pleasure to the point he forgot how to breathe.

Number 3 grabbed his hair again.

Pressed his cock back between Jiwon’s lips.

“This time, don’t spit it out. Swallow.”

He whispered softly.

Jiwon nodded furiously.

Fuck. Why does it taste so good?

I’m gonna lose my mind.

Jiwon was practically crying. It was already hard enough to breathe with that massive cock in his mouth, but it felt too good to let go.

Every time his tongue, his teeth, his lips touched or teased the shaft, Number 3 responded faithfully.

Jiwon liked how responsive he was.

So he kept sucking, even more earnestly.

Who knew when he'd get another chance like this?

Even in the middle of this, he understood the situation.

It wasn’t fair if only he felt good, so he did his best to take it in even deeper than he thought he could.

Every time he did, Number 3 stroked his hair like he was proud of him.

For such a young guy, he sure had good manners.

“Is it really that good?”

He’d occasionally ask in that giddy tone.

Jiwon responded by sucking harder.

Ah. Every one of his senses was satisfied.

As he lost himself in it, more cum suddenly filled his mouth.

There was so much it nearly spilled into his throat.

Gulp, gulp.

He swallowed it all without hesitation.

Then looked up at Number 3, who still had his hand in his hair.

Number 3, flushed and panting, stared down at Jiwon.

His slightly parted lips were so irresistible that Jiwon unconsciously licked his own.

A man carrying something this delicious shouldn’t be allowed to have a face this beautiful.

And that body, too...

“Do me.”

He said it without thinking.

Number 3 raised his eyebrows at Jiwon’s words.

“Suck me. Anything.”

He was out of his mind.

Did Number 3 laugh?

Or was it Jiwon?

Maybe they both did.

“Alright.”

Number 3 laid Jiwon down flat on the bed, who’d been bent over at the edge.

He climbed up onto the mattress and spread Jiwon’s legs, pressing his torso forward. He moved slowly, crawling over Jiwon.

The moment Number 3’s cock touched the inside of his thighs, Jiwon snapped back to his senses.

He grabbed his shoulders to push him away.

“Don’t put it in.”

He warned.

Number 3 snorted and dipped his face down instead.

Jiwon tensed, not knowing what was coming—but then his nipple was sucked.

Number 3 latched on with strong pressure.

Ack!

The moment his tongue brushed Jiwon’s nipple, Jiwon’s hips jerked.

That was the beginning.

Number 3 sucked his chest with loud, wet sounds, and Jiwon was swept into euphoria. The moans that poured out of his mouth were unreal, humiliating.

Every time his nipple was sucked, he trembled in bliss. It was unbearable—he had to hug Number 3’s head.

But he was so worked up his arms kept going limp, falling back to the bed. He wanted to wrap his legs around Number 3’s waist but couldn’t. All he could do °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° was lie there, wide open.

When Jiwon kept twisting, Number 3 wrapped him tightly in his arms. His upper body practically lifted as Number 3 kept sucking.

“Why are you so sensitive?”

Number 3 stuck out his tongue and whispered in a low voice. He almost sounded annoyed.

Jiwon shook his head.

He stopped himself just in time from blaming the drugs.

Number 3 traced his tongue along Jiwon’s areola.

A moan escaped Jiwon’s lips that even he found humiliating.

“This is insane.”

Number 3 sighed and buried his whole face into Jiwon’s chest.

Every time his nipples and areolas were pulled into Number 3’s mouth and teased with his tongue, Jiwon convulsed. It almost felt like Number 3 was sucking a cock instead of a chest.

Even while locked in Number 3’s arms, Jiwon writhed and soon came—again—spraying cum all over Number 3’s torso.

Even knowing Jiwon had just come, Number 3 didn’t stop.

Jiwon trembled, sobbing almost like a beast.

Just say it. Tell him to stop. That’s all it would take.

But it felt too good—he couldn’t say it. No, he didn’t want to.

He wanted to be sucked forever.

When Jiwon arched his back and convulsed again, that’s when Number 3 finally pulled away from his chest.

Looking down at Jiwon’s cum-covered torso, he said, “You sure came a lot.”

“Why’s the color so pretty?”

He asked with a bright smile.

Jiwon didn’t know whether he was talking about his chest or the cum.

He just looked up at Number 3, panting.

Number 3 lowered his lips to his chest again.

Jiwon didn’t even know how many times he came.

He just knew not everything covering Number 3’s chest and stomach was cum.

“Do I still need to take Developer Class? I mean, I’m this sensitive already.”

Standing beside the bed, Number 3 wiped his wet body with a towel and asked like it was a joke.

Jiwon could barely smile, too exhausted to respond.

“Don’t smile. Makes me wanna put my cock back in your mouth.”

At that, Jiwon playfully opened his mouth.

The corners of Number 3’s lips lifted.

“You’re fucking my type.”

That’s what I wanted to say,

Jiwon thought to himself.

You’re fucking my type.

Number 3 looked down toward the foot of the bed and said, “This it?”

Jiwon blinked, not knowing what he meant—then Number 3 lifted his foot and whack, brought it down on something.

Ah. The dildo I was fucking like crazy earlier.

He let out a breathy laugh.

“Jealous of an inanimate object now?”

When Jiwon teased him, Number 3 said, “How could I not be? It went in before my cock did.”

Jiwon, still lying on the bed, looked up at him.

His cock, thick and beautiful in shape, swayed right in front of his eyes.

“But that felt even better. A real cock.”

He made a show of licking around his lips.

The taste of Number 3’s cum still lingered in his mouth.

Number 3 leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips.

“Me too.”

He whispered, tracing Jiwon’s lips with his fingers.

Smiled with those charming, curled lips.

Jiwon opened his mouth and bit down on his fingers.

Hard. Like a maniac, without holding back.

Just like Number 3 had bitten his chest earlier.

“Ow.”

He grimaced dramatically, then broke into a grin.

“I have no choice. I have to win now.”

Jiwon raised his eyebrows, confused.

“Manito.”

He said.

“Ah.”

“Who is it?”

Number 3 asked bluntly.

“If I tell you?”

“I’ll help you win.”

“Isn’t that cheating?”

“So what if it is? Don’t you want to win?”

Number 3 coaxed him.

“Why do you want to win?”

Jiwon asked, even though he already had a hunch.

“Because now, I really want to fuck you.”

Number 3’s expression was surprisingly serious.

So it’s real.

“It wasn’t real earlier?”

Jiwon asked, mocking him.

“I mean... maybe I just wanted to fuck you then. But now, I need to.”

Number 3’s eyes sparkled as he stared at Jiwon.

Can people really have stars in their eyes?

Jiwon thought, amused by himself, but he didn’t look away.

He wanted to win, too. From the moment the Manito Game started, that’s all he thought about.

Sex wasn’t even on his radar. He just wanted to win, move to the location he chose. And skip the punishment.

But now, another reason had been added.

Sex.

“Have sex with me.”

Number 3 said again.

“I’ll help you win.”

He tempted him.

“Gwak Chan.”

Jiwon said the name, as if hypnotized.

He realized too late—but it was already out.

“The mission?”

Fuck. Please. Just shut up already.

“To uncover his worst secret.”

He spilled everything.

Now that it was out, he figured he had nothing left to lose. Rationalized the damage like an idiot.

“How are you going to find out?”

“Just gonna ask him.”

Jiwon laughed at the simplicity.

“Would be even better if he finds out I’m his Manito.”

Number 3 added.

Ah. I didn’t think of that.

Pretty clever guy.

“What about you?”

This time Jiwon asked.

“Wild Dog.”

“I know that. What number?”

“A secret.”

“You must think you’ll win.”

“Of course.”

In the end, only Jiwon revealed his Manito.

And yet, he didn’t even feel worried. He just thought: screw it. Let it happen.

He rubbed his sore jaw and grinned.