TSOTI – Chapter 1.9

Doyoung, who had been sunk deep in sleep, rose late. Only after he came to his senses did he realize he’d been sleeping in an unfamiliar room, not the lodging he’d been staying in. The air had gotten quite warm during the day, leaving his whole body damp with sweat. Maybe because he’d drunk too much yesterday, his stomach burned, and his throat was dry.

Thinking he should go out and grab something to eat, he pushed himself up. He was just about to finally get up in this sun-filled room when—

“Heuut!”

A pain like his entire body was being crushed surged over him, and he let out a scream. It truly felt like his body was about to break apart. His belly twisted as an indescribable agony rushed in. The two holes beneath him stung and ached as if they’d been torn. So miserable he could barely stand it, Doyoung clutched his stomach, trembling hard as he curled up. Tears brimmed in his big eyes, hanging there pitifully as if they were about to fall.

“Hh—hng, hhk. Hh—huhk, hhk…….”

Doyoung held his abdomen and breathed harshly until the pain dulled. How had his body ended up like this? His mind traced backward, back to last night—back to the drinking session with Seungbin and Seungwoo.

And then Doyoung remembered everything.

Last night… in front of them, he’d shown his pussy, gotten it sucked, even gotten fucked. Heat flared up his face in an instant. No matter how drunk he’d been, hadn’t he gone insane?

“I’m crazy. I’m crazy……. I really did it…….”

Beating himself up, Doyoung clawed at his hair. How much had he drunk to the point he’d even told them he had a pussy? It was impossible without being out of his mind. A shameful secret he’d never told anyone in his life—why the hell had he gone and exposed it himself?

And on top of that, he’d had sex with both of them. Not just with his pussy, but with his anus too, taking their cocks.

He couldn’t believe he’d even had his first time—let alone with two men, taking turns, and using an anus he’d never even thought about.

“……!”

As that fact hit him fully, Doyoung’s breath almost stopped. He hadn’t come to this island for this, yet somehow he’d ended up having sex—something he’d thought he’d never do in his life. What would they think of him? Were they cursing him right now, saying he spread his legs so easily with a body like this? No—no. They’d seemed to enjoy it too, so they probably wouldn’t condemn him that harshly. They had been turned on too, clearly…….

Trying to steady his confusion, Doyoung suddenly recalled Seungwoo’s face from last night—excited beneath him, rocking his hips.

The space between his brows over that high nose bridge had been deeply furrowed. His sweat-cooled body had been cold and slick. Doyoung had reached out to that broad back and kept hugging Seungwoo close. Every time Seungwoo moved his hips, Doyoung felt the erector muscles wrapped around his spine flexing.

Being held by him had made him happy. Not just Seungwoo—what he’d done with Seungbin too.

For the first time, he’d tangled bodies with someone, and he’d even felt happiness swallowing the semen they gave him. When he struggled, they spoke to him gently, soothed him with careful hands—and ironically, Doyoung felt as if his life up to now was being comforted. It was a sensation he’d never received from anyone. A feeling like someone truly cared about him…….

“…….”

Doyoung bit his lip slowly. What he’d done was certainly insane, but he didn’t want to forget how good it had felt. It was embarrassing, yet he didn’t regret what he’d done last night. Even if he could go back to yesterday, he knew he’d spread his legs for them again.

Because the time in their arms had been that happy. Because he’d experienced, for the first time, something like being comforted.

“Haa…….”

At the end of those long thoughts, Doyoung let out a sigh. Even if it had felt good, he still didn’t know how he was supposed to face them. What should he do from now on? Could he just act like nothing happened? Wouldn’t they want that too? Yesterday had been a drunken lapse, sure—but with a body like this, they wouldn’t want to fuck him again, would they?

Still, he had to keep seeing their faces for a whole month. He couldn’t stay awkward like this forever. If he acted awkwardly, they would obviously feel uncomfortable too—so how could he live like that?

Since it was a night he didn’t regret, don’t be awkward. Act as naturally as possible. That was the resolve Doyoung made.

Having reached a conclusion, Doyoung pushed himself up again. This time, he really was going to get up and leave the room when—

knock. knock. knock.

A knocking came from outside. Startled, Doyoung’s eyes went wide as he turned toward the sound.

“Hyung. Are you up?”

It was Seungbin. The moment he heard him, Doyoung’s resolve to act normal became laughable—he answered in a fluster.

“Uh—uh. I’m up.”

“Can I come in?”

“Ah…… come in.”

The door opened, and Seungbin peeked his face in. The moment their eyes met, Doyoung flushed like a boy.

“Hyung. I made you some porridge.”

Holding a tray with both hands, Seungbin stepped into the room. Seeing him speak with that bright smile, Doyoung sat awkwardly in place. At the sight of Doyoung blushing shyly, unable to meet his eyes, fidgeting restlessly, Seungbin smiled.

‘Why is he being cute again? If he’s like this, my cock’s gonna get hard again.’

“How’s your body, hyung? You okay?”

Setting the tray down on the floor, Seungbin sat beside Doyoung. Doyoung couldn’t even lift his face—head bowed low, he answered in a small voice.

“Mmm…….”

“Really?”

“…….”

“Weird. If you got fucked that hard by me and hyung yesterday, you shouldn’t be intact.”

gulp.

Hearing that, Doyoung swallowed dryly. Honestly, Seungbin was right. His whole body was a wreck. Not only his pussy and anus that had been opened for the first time—but his throat hurt too, probably from all the screaming. His waist felt like it might snap, and even the muscles in his thighs were aching.

“Hyung. Just in case… can I take a look?”

‘What?’

Startled, Doyoung looked up at Seungbin. ‘Look where?’ He blinked at him with wide eyes, and Seungbin gave a sly grin.

“If you get inflammation or something, that’s a big problem. Lie down. I even brought medicine.”

“Uh—uh? Wait.”

Ignoring Doyoung’s protest, Seungbin lay him down and pulled back the blanket.

“I’m just going to look, so don’t tense up.”

“N-no. I’m fine.”

“I’m not fine. I’m worried about you, hyung.”

Seungbin moved fast, stripping Doyoung’s pants off in one smooth sequence. When he pulled down the underwear too, the pussy—swollen from being abused all day—was exposed.

“Hh—ah!”

Doyoung jerked in shock, twisting. Sure, they’d seen everything last night—everything he could and couldn’t show—but being made to expose himself like this while sober made him resist instinctively. He reached toward Seungbin, struggling desperately to stop him from grabbing and spreading his thighs.

“N-no! If you spread me like that…!”

Seungbin lightly controlled the hand Doyoung reached out with and successfully spread the thighs that were thrashing in panic. From the start, Seungbin was someone Doyoung couldn’t overpower.

As if he would never let go, he gripped Doyoung’s thighs and pressed down hard. Doyoung’s legs fell open wide, his pussy displayed fully. Shame surged thickly. Doyoung wished he could just black out on the spot.

“See? You’re ‘fine.’ It’s this swollen.”

Seungbin’s face crumpled. Looking deeply worried, he examined Doyoung’s pussy this way and that. Under his gaze, Doyoung’s lower half felt like it was stinging. He was so embarrassed, so humiliated, he didn’t even know what to do.

“Spread your legs more. I have to check inside, too.”

This position alone was unbearable, yet Seungbin went further—telling him to spread himself even more.

“N-no, I… I’m really fine.”

“Tsk. Hyung—are you going to keep not listening?”

When Doyoung kept refusing, Seungbin rolled up his sleeves. He grabbed both legs, propped Doyoung’s knees up, and forced them apart hard. In an instant, the “wings” of his pussy opened, revealing raw, crimson inner flesh. Before yesterday’s opening, it had been smooth and neat without a single crease—yet now it had stretched, wrinkles forming.

Perhaps because it was swollen, the color was darker than it had been yesterday. Crinkled and vivid red, it was enough to make your mouth water just looking at it. Seungbin clicked his tongue lightly, savoring it. Even the sight of it—more obscene than yesterday—was already sending signals downstairs.

“I’m going to put a finger in here.”

“Do you have to go that far?”

“I have to touch inside. You can’t tell anything just by looking.”

Saying that, Seungbin moved in between Doyoung’s legs. He positioned his hand palm-up and pushed it toward Doyoung’s pussy. He’d definitely said he’d only look… but things had escalated in the blink of an eye, and Doyoung couldn’t even resist as he ended up taking him.

“Heuup!”

Seungbin’s middle finger slid into Doyoung’s pussy. Doyoung’s cunt was narrow to begin with, and the inner flesh was so swollen that even one finger fit snugly, wrapped tight around it. Inside Doyoung, Seungbin began moving his finger slowly—rotating it as if checking every corner, sweeping along the vaginal walls.

The feel of the wrinkled inner wall was transmitted clearly to his fingertip. The smooth yet tender sensation of soft flesh pleased Seungbin. That vulgar pussy—after being impaled so thoroughly yesterday—grew excited again the moment a finger entered, starting to spill fluid. As the inside grew wetter and wetter, Seungbin’s finger moved as if swimming.

While Seungbin worked his finger inside him, Doyoung had to fight the pleasure rising again. His pussy, oversensitized from being churned up all night, reacted easily even to a single finger.

“Hhng, th-there…… heuuung. Isn’t it… done yet?”

Clutching the bedding, Doyoung asked. Every time Seungbin scraped inside him, it tickled unbearably. On top of that, his cock was hard too. Anyone could see he was turned on—he moaned obscenely, hips lifting and twitching.

“Hyung. You’re already getting excited? I only put one finger in.”

“N-no, it’s not that…… heuuung. You keep rubbing inside…… heuuung.”

“Don’t act like a rag. Hold on a little. I think I need to touch more to know for sure.”

Doyoung’s face twisted as he nodded that he understood. Like the pleasure was extreme, his ears flushed red, and he kept squirming.

Watching him, Seungbin’s mouth curled slightly.

‘This hyung is really hopeless. I was seriously just going to put medicine on him. But if he starts feeling this much, that’s a problem.’

“Okay. I’m done.”

The middle finger that had been rummaging inside Doyoung slipped out. Doyoung exhaled hard like he’d just survived something major, his body finally loosening.

But only for a moment—Seungbin lifted one of Doyoung’s legs. Startled, Doyoung cried out.

“Why there…!”

“I have to check your anus too. We used that yesterday, too.”

Doyoung’s face burned hot. He already knew he’d given them his anus too—but hearing Seungbin say it so bluntly made it hit all over again, enough to make him want to die of embarrassment.

“Relax. My finger’s going in.”

After the pussy, Seungbin brought his middle finger to Doyoung’s anus. Doyoung’s anus, tense from nerves, was tightly shut, refusing entry. When Seungbin calmly rubbed the outside, slowly loosening him, the sphincter began to relax little by little.

“Heuut……!”

Seungbin didn’t miss the moment—he slid the finger right in. The inner walls of the anus clenched far harder than his pussy ever had. It wasn’t an organ that could wet itself, but with plenty of pussy fluid smeared on, Seungbin’s finger moved freely inside. Just like he’d done in Doyoung’s pussy, he felt around every corner.

“How is it? Does it hurt?”

Doyoung was gripping the bedding with both hands, trembling hard.

“Mmm… i-it doesn’t hurt…… heuuung.”

“Then why are you shaking like this? Like some dog that needs to piss.”

“Th-that…… it feels so weird… weird.”

“Weird? Hyung, your back pussy isn’t a virgin pussy anymore. After you chewed so happily on a man’s cock yesterday, you want to act like a virgin now?”

“No. It’s not that…… heuuung.”

Hearing obscene talk while sober made Doyoung’s mind go blank. His face flushed so red it looked ready to burst.

“You know you’re squeezing like crazy right now? My finger’s gonna snap.”

Seungbin probed deeper again. He bent his finger, scraping gently, then pushed in again and dragged from deep inside to the outside with a slow stroke.

“Haa, mmm. Mm.”

Doyoung moaned, unable to endure surging pleasure. It felt so good when Seungbin’s finger touched him inside; he couldn’t keep his head clear. Even though it was just a finger. Even though he’d woken up feeling like he was going to die from the pain.

“Wow. Here. It’s really swollen.”

After feeling around for a long time and finding something, Seungbin pressed down hard with his fingertip.

“Heup!”

Stimulated at a coin-sized organ buried near the perineum, Doyoung arched his waist helplessly, letting out a short scream.

“No wonder. Even yesterday, you’d cum right away just from me putting my cock in.”

Seungbin kept stimulating the same spot. When he rubbed while pressing down, like poking insistently, Doyoung couldn’t endure it—he twisted in agony.

“S-stop there! Stop! Hhuuung, it’s weird. It’s weird.”

“You look like you’re liking it, hyung. Aren’t you?”

“No. Don’t. Don’t. If you keep touching there…”

“Just hold on a little. I need to check how swollen it is.”

Using “treatment” as an excuse, Seungbin continued to stimulate Doyoung’s prostate. Even the slightest brush of Seungbin’s touch against the swollen gland made Doyoung convulse, struggling. Having his prostate touched directly was on another level entirely compared to being simply churned up inside. Along with a sensation like his belly was burning, a powerful pleasure struck his brain like thunder.

“Aahng, mmm, mm! Seungbin, stop. Stop. Uuung.”

“Hyung, you don’t have to get this desperate—I already know your pussy’s a rag. So just hold on for a second.”

“No, no.Heuuung. I can’t. I can’t take it.”

“Our hyung really feels too much.”

With his cock standing rigid, Doyoung bucked his hips wildly. For someone with such a filthy, lewd body, his face was so cute—like he was about to cry at any second—that Seungbin couldn’t endure it.