Climax Trainer, Mansion X!

#4. Mansion X, A Fiery First Night♡

“Uh, h-huk, ugh…”

Yeonwoo, who had fallen asleep with his mouth carelessly open, shifted his body.  *Tsup, tchup*, the sounds of wetness, like the slurping of a drunkard, roused him from his hazy stupor.

“Ugh, mm, mm…!”

The initial, small spark of stimulation quickly grew into something too intense to ignore. Yeonwoo groaned, his back arched. Something soft and yielding licked widely at his rear, probing deeply. A thick mass teased his hole, leisurely swirling inside.

*Hahuk, ha-eung…* Yeonwoo pressed the back of his head against the soft pillow. His toes curled.  The thing that had been ravaging his backside withdrew, offering a brief moment of respite, only to be replaced by a forceful suction that enveloped his entire anus and perineum. *Tsup, tchup, tchak…* The sounds were all the more obscene thanks to the copious lubrication.

“Ugh, mm! Mm, h-huuugh!”

*Tsup*, his perineum was sucked so hard it left a mark.  Yeonwoo, his private parts repeatedly rubbed, finally awoke from his honeyed sleep, jolting upright.

“Ugh! U-ah, wh-what, what is it?!”

Yeonwoo couldn’t help but cry out. Someone had their face buried in his crotch. He kicked wildly, trying to throw them off, but his flailing legs were instantly seized, rendering him completely immobile.

“Mm. Awake?”

Sian lifted his head. Yeonwoo, terrified, relaxed his expression upon seeing Sian’s face.

“You kept leaking from your hole even while you were asleep.”

Sian smirked, slowly licking the cum from the corner of his mouth. Yeonwoo could only stare with a dumbfounded expression.

“Why the shyness? We’re not strangers.”

Sian, who had been kneeling at the foot of the bed, sucking his hole, rose to his feet. His lean, muscular upper body was bare, only a comfortable-looking pair of joggers covering his lower half. He approached Yeonwoo’s bedside.

“Uh, h-huu, h…”

Yeonwoo began to tremble slightly, his head bowed. A natural response to the potent pheromones of a predator and ingrained fear.

Sian sat down heavily on the bed and gently stroked Yeonwoo’s sweat-dampened hair.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect…”

Muttering to himself, Sian patted Yeonwoo’s cheek. A sharp face, like an untamed cat. But his expression was docile, devoid of any rebellious thoughts.

“So cute and pretty, what to do.”

“S-Sir Master…”

Yeonwoo mumbled, mesmerized. He hesitated, seemingly awkward addressing him as ‘Master’ in person.

“Yes, honey, I’m your Master.”

Sian smirked, lightly kissing Yeonwoo’s forehead. Yeonwoo, who had endured nothing but coercive and painful training since entering the mansion, burst into tears at Master’s tender demeanor.

“H-huk, ugh, ugh…”

Tears streamed down his blurred eyes, tracing a path down Sian’s hand. Sian wiped away the tears from Yeonwoo’s eyes with a pained expression. Then, he gently moved his hand, pulling Yeonwoo’s nape.

Their lips met, then intertwined naturally. Sian soothingly kissed Yeonwoo’s trembling lips, still wet with tears. Yeonwoo placed his hands on Sian’s chest as if to push him away, but soon succumbed to the scent of the alpha he craved, tilting his head slightly and clinging fervently to Master’s body.

“Hup, up, haa…”

It was a sweet union, like lovers, like husband and wife. The tender kiss, where they slowly and softly sucked each other’s lips, ended with a light peck from Sian. Yeonwoo unconsciously chased after Sian’s retreating lips before his shoulders were grasped.

“We’re husband and wife now, you know.”

‘Take your time.’ Sian whispered, his voice laced with amusement, before sighing deeply, sounding upset.

“But, there’s something I really want to ask of you, honey.”

As if he truly didn’t want to say it, Sian spoke with difficulty.  A sense of urgency began to build in Yeonwoo. He didn’t want to disappoint the man who seemed to be the only one who would comfort him. Yeonwoo’s eyes widened as he looked at Sian.

“Honey, will you lie down on top of me here?”

Sian patted his thigh, sitting on the bed. Yeonwoo, naked, hesitated, his body curled up. Sian chuckled and lifted Yeonwoo onto his lap.

“Uh, ah…!”

He struggled slightly, but Yeonwoo lay down neatly on Sian’s thighs.  He fidgeted, his buttocks slightly raised, anxious that his dick might touch Sian’s body.

“When I enter you, always stay like this.”

Sian reached under Yeonwoo’s stomach and lifted him sharply. His buttocks rose sharply, exposing his pink, soft hole and dick, his face buried in the bed.

“Uh, ugh…”

“I want to fuck you the moment I get here, but if you’re lazy, I’ll get annoyed.”

Sian chuckled and shoved a finger into Yeonwoo’s back hole.

“Uwak, ak, ah!”

He hooked his fingers, thrusting them rapidly towards Yeonwoo’s bladder. Yeonwoo’s buttocks rose even higher. Sian’s cum-laced saliva dripped down his fingers. *Heung, ang, ang,* Yeonwoo cried, his tears flowing again at the violent touch, pushing the bed with his feet.

“Damn it, you’re leaking again. I could smell it from outside the door.”

*Tchak!*  Waiting for the cum to soak his fingers and palm, Sian slapped Yeonwoo’s groin hard. The blow was so strong it felt like his balls would burst, a sharp pain shooting up to his stomach.  And the wet hand made the sensitive area sting, making him want to stomp his feet.

“Uik, hiik, ak…! Aak…!”

Yeonwoo left deep scratches on Master’s precious thighs. But the generous man seemed unfazed, continuing his training stoically.

“Act like cheap trash, honey.  Huh? When I come, you have to always be ready to receive my dick with your plump ass raised. Got it?”

*Tchak! Tchaak!*  With sharp slaps, he continued to hit him.  It felt like his perineum would burst. *Aak, aaak…* Yeonwoo’s posture had completely collapsed. He rubbed his pathetic dick against Master’s thighs, desperately trying to escape the harsh touch.

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

His attempts to crawl forward, grabbing the blanket, were futile. Sian held Yeonwoo’s waist firmly, swinging his shoulder widely and continuing to strike his obscene area.

“Huu, ak, hiik!”

*Cheol-sseok!* This time, he slapped his white, plump buttocks. The blow was so powerful it made him momentarily black out.  The pain was blinding, his buttocks quickly turning from red to purple.

“U, hiik, hiik, hee!”

His throat widened, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. *Tchak! Tchak!* The slaps continued relentlessly. Yeonwoo, drooling and his eyes rolling back as if he were losing consciousness, endured the pain until Sian counted to twenty.

“H, uh, k-k-ugh…”

His buttocks, numbed to the point of feeling nothing, began to regain sensation. It hurt so much, he wondered if he was bleeding.  His skin was definitely torn and ripped.

“It hurts, it hurts, uh-uh-ung…”

“Haa, honey…”

Yeonwoo, his voice hoarse from crying, belatedly rubbed his lower body rapidly. The heat and pain were unbearable. He curled up like a maggot, crying like a child, *Heueung, heueung*. Sian bit his lower lip, suppressing a laugh.

“Honey, I’m sorry. Does it hurt a lot?”

Sian removed Yeonwoo’s hand and covered the perineum he had mercilessly beaten. Yeonwoo rapidly nodded, muttering, “It hurts, it hurts,” over and over.

“But, it’s because you did wrong, so there’s nothing I can do.  In return, you absolutely have to grant my request from now on, okay?”

Yeonwoo, gasping for breath, was now consumed by despair. He was slowly realizing that this man, the kindest and gentlest he had ever met, was in fact the most violent and dangerous.

“H, uh-ung, Master, husband, sir…”

Yeonwoo was helpless. He couldn’t defy his seemingly insane husband. He could only cry, avoiding answering, like a child forced to do something he didn’t want to.

“You have to answer, huh? I’ll have many requests for you in the future, honey. You better watch your ass.”

“H, ak! Ak, yes, yes! I understand, I understand!”

Sian’s gentle pinch to Yeonwoo’s swollen buttocks elicited a quick response.  ‘So cute. Such a child.’ Sian chuckled, patting his buttocks before setting Yeonwoo down and spreading his legs.

“Now, suck my dick.”

Yeonwoo was now able to move swiftly at Sian’s request, or rather, command.  He barely managed to suppress a scream as his buttocks touched the floor and quickly positioned himself between Sian’s legs.

Facing Sian’s thick gray joggers, Yeonwoo raised his hand to carefully pull them down. But a large hand descended from above, making him flinch and instinctively withdraw his hand.

“Ah, I don’t really like using hands.  Take it off with your mouth.”

Sian languidly leaned back, gently stroking Yeonwoo’s soft hair. Yeonwoo lowered his hands, supporting himself on the floor, and began to pull down the pants with his teeth. The unfamiliar method caused the fabric to keep slipping from his teeth. But Sian waited patiently, as it was something he would have to get used to.

“Uh, mm, ugh… Ak!”

Yeonwoo, focused on removing the pants, lowered his head and was hit in the chin by Sian’s dick as he pulled.

Yeonwoo instinctively tried to put the dick in his mouth, then widened his eyes and stared blankly at Master’s dick.

An uncircumcised dick, a black dick, it looked cheap and smelled fishy.  He would use this to fuck his ass? No way. His ass would tear. His hole would stretch so wide the inside would be completely visible. Yeonwoo panicked, staring blankly at the dark red flesh.

But, still. Saliva began to gather in Yeonwoo’s mouth. The intense pheromones of an unprecedentedly dominant alpha stimulated his animalistic instincts, a scent so obscene and mind-shattering it was intoxicating. He swallowed his saliva.  As if he couldn’t bear it, he desperately craved that disgusting thing.

“Uh, ha-eu, up…”

Yeonwoo spread his tongue wide, wrapping it around the glans. His eyes closed involuntarily, like a bitch obsessed with a dick. The smell intensified on his tongue. His stomach tingled.  He opened his mouth wide enough to dislocate his jaw, taking the entire shaft into his mouth. It took effort to keep his teeth from touching it.

“Ek, hee, uh…, eok…”

He naturally tilted his head slightly, opening his throat completely.  Yeonwoo, who had learned deepthroat as if it were second nature, took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and tore his own mouth open.

“U, keak, hek, heak…!”

“Ah, ha. That’s your husband’s scent. Remember it well, and open your mouth wider.”

His head was grabbed. *Puk, puk, puk!* The thrusting was relentless. Yeonwoo’s mouth was praised as a divine hole, continuing to stretch open. *Uwe, ek, geok!* The ugly sounds were strangely pleasing.  Saliva and cum mixed, creating white foam.

“Swallow it all, h, it’s a waste. Ugh…”

As her husband said. Yeonwoo couldn’t bear to waste the sticky liquid that flowed down his chin. Delicious, delicious! Master’s scent was smeared all over his face.  *Kulkulk*, he finally managed to swallow the cum, and an orgasm like fireworks exploding through his body overwhelmed him.

“U, geuk, gu-ek, ek, kek…”

He couldn’t breathe, his head swimming. The smooth, pleasant flesh poked at his uvula, lifting his thin skin. The gagging didn’t stop. Sian enjoyed the feeling of his throat constricting with each gag. *Heu, heu*. Good. He tilted his head back and chewed on the omega’s head like he was masturbating.

“Ugh, uh, haa…”

His runny nose blocked his nostrils. *Keoung, heoung*, Yeonwoo made a pig-slaughtering sound, and when he kept rolling his eyes as if he were about to faint, Sian slapped his cheek, saying his sensitivity was dropping. Like a machine, like a slave, Yeonwoo shook his head, desperately begging for Master’s cum.

“Damn, uh, good. Huh? It’s good.”