Because of a physical secret he cannot share with anyone, Doyoung has lived his entire life in a shrunken, constricted state.

He feels a deep, festering loathing toward the days he spent curled in on himself, and for the sake of a new life, he heads to Banwol Island¹.

“Mr. Choi Doyoung, is that you?”

“Yes……. that’s me.”

At the guesthouse, he meets two men who look to be around his own age,

and late at night, after witnessing Seungwoo masturbating alone in the bathroom,

Doyoung can’t suppress the desire swelling inside him and ends up touching himself while thinking of him.

Seungbin comes to find Doyoung, who has fallen into a state of guilt, and invites him to join a drinking session. As they get to know each other, the questions gradually become more personal.

“There’s……. something I’ve never been able to tell anyone.”

As the atmosphere ripens, Doyoung feels an unfamiliar sense of liberation,and he confesses the secret he has hidden his entire life.

Without realizing what kind of eyes the two men are looking at him with.

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“Hyung. Your pussy is really beautiful. So beautiful I can’t even find the words…….”

Seungbin whispered into Doyoung’s ear. Then he pressed a brief kiss to Doyoung’s flushed cheek.

At this very moment, Doyoung’s body felt strangely languid. The fact that he had spread his pussy open in front of a man for the first time was embarrassing and humiliating, yet at the same time, it subtly stoked his arousal.

It felt indescribably good. Knowing that they were looking at his pussy made Doyoung’s heart flutter. As his body heated up, moisture pooled in his pussy. Blood rushed into the cock that had only barely been peeking out, and the shaft slowly began to rise.

Doyoung didn’t hate his aroused body. If anything, he wanted to show them even more.

“I’ll just touch it for a second.”

Seungbin brought his hand to Doyoung’s spread pussy and stroked the tender flesh, soft like a shellfish pulled fresh from the sea. Between the parted outer and inner lips, his fingers pushed in, caressing the surface.

Slippery fluid soaked his fingertips. The way his hand rubbed over the soft flesh was incredibly gentle. Like touching a bar of soap soaked in warm water—the sensation of his hand sliding over Doyoung’s pussy was exquisite.

“Hyung, your pussy…… feels so good. I’m so fucking turned on right now. Can you feel it? My cock’s rock hard.”

Even without that, Doyoung could feel the movement of the thick mass twitching against his hip from Seungbin’s thigh. It was so hard and so big that for a moment it didn’t even feel like a human sex organ. Like a massive club stuffed into a pocket, the constant pressure of the flesh bearing down on him made even more pussy juice collect.

“Hyung, can I suck your pussy?”

Doyoung blinked slowly. His body, swollen with sensation, kept going slack.

“I’ll just taste it for a moment. That’s okay, right?”