TSOTI – Chapter 1.3

Late at night.

Doyoung was alone in the bathroom. It was his second day on the island. He’d spent the day so idly that it was almost embarrassing to claim he’d done anything at all. Aside from having lunch and taking a short walk, he’d stayed cooped up in his room. Since the school retreat back in high school, he hadn’t taken anything that could be called a proper trip, and he didn’t really know what one was supposed to do on a vacation.

He’d drifted through the hours until evening, then came out at Seungbin’s call. Thanks to Seungbin fussing over him and chatting warmly, dinner ended in a surprisingly unawkward atmosphere.

When night fell, Doyoung headed to the bathroom before going to bed.

“……”

Fresh out of the shower, he stood at the sink without drying himself. Reaching into the cabinet for a towel to dry his wet hair, the events of dawn suddenly came back to him.

Early this morning… Seungwoo had masturbated here. Standing face-to-face with the mirror, jerking his cock against the sink. Splat. Splat. The white fluid splashing over the basin was still vivid in his mind—along with the way that cock had throbbed and shaken its head violently.

“Haah……”

Just thinking about it made his body heat up. Seungwoo’s face as he shook that huge piece of flesh overlapped with Doyoung’s own reflection in the mirror, sending his desire soaring.

He bit down on his lip. Once his lust swelled, it dragged him into indecent motion. As if possessed, Doyoung lowered his hand. He lifted his cock, which was steadily swelling and growing firm, then brought his hand down to the place beneath it.

Where his fingers touched was a pussy. An organ rarely seen on a man drooled between his thighs. It was the single disgrace—the shackle—that had driven him into the shadows his entire life.

As if by habit, Doyoung spread the split flesh, exposing the tender inner skin. Just recalling Seungwoo masturbating the night before was enough to make the engorged flesh wet, glistening with a vivid color.

His middle finger pressed down on his clit and began to push in. The long finger sank into the plump folds, quickly pinning down the small, swollen nub hidden inside. “Ah…!” A low moan slipped from his lips. Just pressing on his clit was enough to make him shudder with pleasure.

He brought his other hand down as well, spreading his outer lips. He opened himself so his vaginal entrance was visible and rubbed his clit in that state. Each time the small nub was crushed and ground, sharp pleasure surged through him. His reddened cockhead bobbed once in response, eager.

Doyoung lifted his gaze and looked at himself in the mirror. A man, born with a woman’s sex. Cock fully erect, split flesh spread wide, fingers rubbing himself. Perhaps enjoying the touch, his pussy kept fluttering open and shut.

Fluid spilling from his pussy pooled at the lower end of the split, filling the narrow opening before overflowing and running down over his perineum toward his anus. Watching himself masturbate in the mirror only made Doyoung more aroused. His eyes were caught by the motion of the hand rubbing his pussy.

“Mm… rubbing my pussy feels so good…”

He murmured softly, savoring the sensation as he lowered his gaze. Chap, chap, chap. Against the obscene sounds of wet flesh rubbing together, he looked down at the pristine white sink. Seeing it spotless reminded him of the semen Seungwoo’s cock had sprayed there yesterday.

‘That man’s cock… I want to suck it….’

Desire gushed up relentlessly. Thinking of Seungwoo’s cock again made him feel like he’d go insane if he couldn’t taste it. What would the juice it spat out taste like? Salty? Or sweet? Just smelling it might drive him mad. If he caught it on his tongue and swallowed it down his throat, he might really pass out…

As his desire surged, Doyoung’s hand moved faster. Unable to contain his excitement, he bent forward.

He stuck his tongue out toward the sink. Imagining the semen Seungwoo had spilled, he licked its surface. There was no taste at all on the spotless basin. Even so, Doyoung licked it greedily, as if he were actually tasting Seungwoo’s semen.

Each time his tongue swept over the cold surface, his cock snapped fully upright, and his pussy twitched. Fluid poured out of him, soaking his inner thighs.

Soon his vagina clenched, generating a sharp, electric pleasure. Doyoung threw his head back from the sink and cried out without restraint.

“Ahh…! Ahnngh, ah…! Ahnngh, ngh…!”

Even as he came, he kept rubbing his pussy. He buried both hands between his thighs, pressing hard on his clit as he rocked his hips.

Liquid streamed from his slender fingertips. As if he’d pissed from his pussy, fluid spilled all over the bathroom floor. He was far more aroused than usual. He’d often rubbed himself alone in his sunless studio apartment, but never like this.

It was probably because of Seungwoo. Doyoung knew his filthy body wanted that man’s cock. From the very first moment—when Seungwoo had stood in the yard holding a hose, wet body facing him—Doyoung had wanted to be fucked by him. He wanted to be toyed with by that huge thing until his lower half was ruined.

He knew how obscene it was, hiding alone in the bathroom and rubbing his pussy while thinking these thoughts. Every time someone caught his interest, he’d had to soothe himself by rubbing his pussy, and he hated that miserable reality enough to grind his teeth.

And yet, he couldn’t stop. Thinking of Seungwoo while rubbing himself and coming felt unbearably good. Every cell in his body felt alive. An indescribable pleasure seized him completely.

“Haah… ha… ngh, ngh…”

When his climax subsided, Doyoung let out a long breath. Looking down, he saw the mess he’d made—his cock-juice and pussy-juice smeared everywhere. His pussy was slick and filthy, the floor a disaster. The salty smell of semen mixed with the sour scent of pussy, made his stomach churn.

Even then, the sensations hadn’t fully faded. His pussy kept fluttering, begging to be fed.

“Ngh… I’m going crazy. I want more… I want to feel more…”

He lifted his head and pressed his crotch against the edge of the sink. Gripping the basin with both hands, he set his clit against the rounded corner and began to grind it. “Ahhh…” A long moan poured out. Crushing his clit again after the climax brought an almost brutal pleasure.

“Ahh, it’s so good… ngh!”

He rocked his body, grinding his clit hard against the sink’s edge. Each time he rubbed himself intensely, his cock—dulled slightly after coming—rose again and shook its head.

“Ahh, ah! Nnngh, ngh! Ah! Ah!”

Just like he always did back in his apartment, Doyoung cried out as he kept rubbing himself. Fluid poured endlessly from his hole, his aroused vagina repeatedly contracting and relaxing, tightening around nothing.

His ears burned red, his cheeks flushed deeply. He stuck his tongue out and licked the mirror as if he were licking a man’s cock. One hand left the sink and moved up to his chest. Used to touching his breasts while masturbating, he pinched and twisted one nipple—already stiff from arousal—while continuing to rub his pussy.

“Ah…!”

His body, craving a man, surged toward another climax. Coming from both pussy and cock, Doyoung trembled violently, crying out. The pleasure was electrifying, shooting straight up his spine into his brain.

Still imagining the afterglow with Seungwoo, he rubbed his overstimulated pussy against the sink. Unsatisfied with touching just one nipple, he brought both hands to his chest, pinching each nipple between thumb and forefinger as he kneaded his breasts.

The corners of his lips curved faintly upward. His pleasure-soaked body felt like it was melting away. Slowly rocking, he began to masturbate yet again. Masturbation was good no matter how many times he did it—especially now, when he was imagining the man he desired.

So Doyoung’s secret indulgence began again. Oblivious to the fact that the bathroom door was slightly ajar. Unaware of the eyes watching him through that narrow gap…

***

It was after finishing his shower and masturbation that Doyoung returned to the lodging. Unexpectedly, he found Seungbin waiting for him on the veranda.

“Hyung. You’re back now?”

Seungbin stood up with a smile. Having masturbated several times thinking of Seungwoo, Doyoung greeted him with a flushed, guilty face.

“What’s going on all of a sudden, this late…?”

“We were drinking and thought we’d ask you to join us if you were okay with it. But you weren’t in your room, so I figured you were showering and waited.”

“Ah… yeah…”

Doyoung awkwardly fidgeted with his wet hair. His fingertips trembled slightly. After spilling pussy-juice nonstop while masturbating, he had no strength left in his body.

“So, what do you say? Want to have a drink with us?”

He hesitated. While masturbating, he’d felt nothing but pleasure—but now that it was over, he wondered what on earth he’d been doing. Worse, since it was a shared bathroom, the worry that he might’ve been caught came rushing in late. That guilt made it hard to accept Seungbin’s invitation.

“I-I’m kind of tired tonight…”

And being around Seungwoo still made him uncomfortable. He had no idea how to face him.

“Just one drink.”

“……”

“Just one beer. Still no?”

Seungbin asked with a warm smile. Doyoung’s face flushed instantly. Looking at Seungbin—handsome in his own right—his heart began to race.

“Well…”

“Come on, just one can. I won’t stop you after that, okay?”

Seungbin grabbed his hand and tugged. In the end, Doyoung couldn’t resist and let himself be led across the backyard. As they headed toward the main house, his heart pounded uncontrollably. The anxiety of seeing Seungwoo again mixed with the embarrassment of being dragged along by Seungbin made it hard to bear.

“This way.”

Arriving at the main house, Seungbin climbed up onto the wooden floor, pulling Doyoung along. Doyoung hesitated briefly at the edge, then sighed and slipped off his shoes to step up.

“Hyung! Doyoung-hyung’s here!”

Seungbin called out to Seungwoo. True to his word, a table was spread out in the center of the floor with simple snacks and empty beer cans scattered across it.

There were four empty cans—enough to tell they’d already been drinking for a while. Or maybe they’d just drunk that much quickly, given they said they liked alcohol.

Either way, Doyoung awkwardly took a seat opposite Seungwoo. He’d expected Seungbin to sit beside Seungwoo, but instead he chose the spot next to Doyoung.

“Cheers!”

Seungbin looked genuinely happy. To Doyoung, it wasn’t unpleasant to see. He was at exactly that age—just twenty—when that kind of energy made sense.

It was a sight Doyoung had never known himself, and he even envied it. If only he’d been born with a normal body like that kid… would he be living differently now? No—maybe someone as innately twisted as him wouldn’t have.

His mouth tasted bitter.

“Wow, hyung. You said you were tired, but you’re really drinking.”

Trying to wash away the bitterness, he gulped down his beer and ended up draining half the can at once. Startled at himself, Doyoung widened his eyes and looked at Seungbin beside him. Seungbin chuckled, then picked up a snack and handed it over, saying it was fine. Doyoung fidgeted with it before finally stuffing it into his mouth.

“So, hyung—you’re still a student, right?”

It was Seungbin’s first question of the night. Doyoung nodded silently.

“If you’ve done the military, you’d be a third-year now?”

“No… I was exempt…”

“Whoa. Hyung, how come? That’s like winning the genetic lottery.”

“No, it’s not like that…”

He couldn’t bring himself to say it was because of his body.

“Then you’re graduating soon?”

“Yeah. Next semester.”

“Wow… lucky. You’ll be a working adult.”

“I guess.”

“What’s your major? What kind of work are you planning to do?”

Doyoung had never really shared such mundane talk with anyone before. It felt unfamiliar, but nice. Still, Seungwoo’s presence weighed on him. Having masturbated thinking about him, Doyoung’s heart raced every time he looked his way. When their eyes happened to meet, his lower half tingled. He even worried his underwear was getting damp again.

“Oh? Hyung, you already finished that. Want me to grab you another?”

Drinking on the open wooden floor overlooking the yard was more atmospheric than he’d expected. The house was close enough to the shore that he thought he could smell the sea. With no streetlights, only the yard lights glowed in the darkness. Somewhere, insects chirped warmly.

“Cheers.”

Maybe that was why.

Without realizing it, Doyoung drank past his limit. Drunk on the mood, drunk on kindness he’d never known before, he grew intoxicated without a plan. He even exchanged a few words with Seungwoo. Though Seungwoo wasn’t very talkative, he occasionally chimed in as if listening carefully.

Doyoung liked being with them. Maybe because they were strangers he’d met in an unfamiliar place, it was easier to talk about himself than usual. Perhaps precisely because they didn’t know him.

Light flickered between raised cans. In the night air filled with laughter and voices, Doyoung briefly gazed off toward the sea.

It was a night that was neither too hot nor too cool. A breeze carrying the salt of the ocean drifted in from the yard, cooling his cheeks flushed from alcohol.

His heart pounding madly wasn’t just because of the beer. The sea-scented wind probably stirred him even more.

“Hyung. Have you dated a lot?”

When the table was crowded with empty cans, Seungbin asked with curious eyes. Clearly tipsy himself, he leaned closer, draping an arm over Doyoung’s far shoulder and pulling him in.

With Seungbin so close, Doyoung’s face burned. Already quite drunk, he felt he might be able to talk about himself—just a little.