I Picked Up the Greatest Villain in the Story

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A soft touch grazed the skin just below his ear.  He now knew exactly what it felt like to have flesh sucked and chewed.

He tried to push away, gripping Sehun’s shoulders, but the sensation rising from below made his fingertips tense repeatedly. Even when Sehun’s hard nails dug into his skin, Jian didn’t cry out in pain; instead, he laughed, almost gleefully.

A low chuckle tickled Jian’s ear, his mind slowly drifting into a hazy oblivion.  Now, his own body was also leaking moisture.

Sehun’s thumb rubbed the tip of his dick.  Jian’s hair stood on end, leaving him paralyzed. He could only press his forehead against Sehun’s firm shoulders, panting heavily.

Sehun lifted Jian’s chin with his hand, stealing a kiss. Their saliva mixed, their breaths mingling in a chaotic dance.

Unsatisfied with simply rubbing, Sehun grasped both their dicks at once.  Within the naturally formed circle, their flesh pressed and rubbed against each other.

“Mmm…”

The pleasure was intense as his dick was squeezed and mashed. The stimulation was fierce. The thought that the person currently entwined with him was his younger brother, instead of cooling the heat, only fueled the sensation.

His entire legs tensed. His vision flickered black, making it impossible to tell if his eyes were open or closed.

The more forceful Sehun’s movements became, the more Jian thrusted his hips. The muscles from his thighs to his calves stretched taut.

Driven by instinct, Jian moved in response to the overwhelming, yet somehow restrained, sensation.  The feeling was worlds apart from masturbating alone compared to sharing body heat with someone else.

As Sehun’s thrusts quickened, the amount of fluid dripping from both of them increased.

“Haah, hyung…”

A husky voice brushed against his ear. Simultaneously, all ten of his toes curled towards the soles of his feet.  A feeling like something bursting, a faint sense of release, washed over him.

The fluid that shot out from the tip of his dick splattered messily across Jian’s chest and Sehun’s stomach.  Sehun firmly grasped his now-limp dick.

“Ah, w-wait…”

Jian tried to speak, overwhelmed by the sensation, but it was futile. Every time Sehun stroked his shaft with his palm, the remaining fluid dripped down his reddened foreskin.

“Hyung, look at me.”

At Sehun’s soothing voice, Jian lifted his tear-filled eyes. Sehun was staring at him, his brow furrowed.

He bit his lip, clutching his own dick, which hadn’t yet climaxed, and frantically moved his arm.

His heart pounded wildly against his flushed face. He witnessed firsthand the expression of his carefully nurtured child—his younger brother—on the verge of orgasm.

His eyes, glazed over with a hazy stupor, scanned his face, before an enormous amount of semen erupted from the thick tip of Sehun’s dick.

The white fluid began to coat the already wet area. Jian gasped for breath, the hot liquid splashing up to his chin.

He had only been lying there, yet his breathing was ragged, as if he’d spent hours alone in a dungeon.

His head spun, and he closed his eyes. The soft feel of the bedding contrasted sharply with Sehun’s body pressing down on him.

The post-orgasm lethargy was stronger than he expected. The feeling he’d experienced even during solo masturbation now washed over him like a tidal wave after his petting session with Sehun.

The realization that he’d actually done it made his nose tingle. Unlike Jian, Sehun wore a satisfied smile, showering his flushed cheeks with tender kisses.

The shift from tender affection happened in an instant. Jian closed his eyes, then snapped back to reality as he felt his thighs lift.

With a sense of foreboding, he looked up at Sehun.  Their eyes met, and Sehun’s smile was both youthful and handsome.

Just as self-loathing threatened to overwhelm him, he felt something touch him below, a place he’d never even touched himself.

“Sehun…?”

He couldn’t believe what was about to happen, so he called out Sehun’s name.

“Yeah.”

Sehun, preoccupied with exploring the delicate area with his thumb, responded curtly.  His armpits, groin, and now this… everything was so smooth.

The outer skin was pale, while the hidden inner parts were a light pink, gradually turning red.  Jian’s ears burned at the sight of the barely visible, alluring flesh.

How could his hyung be so beautiful, even here?

As a child, every time they bathed together, he’d been captivated by his brother’s pale skin.

He’d prayed then, wishing he’d grow up faster.  He’d longed for the day he could freely kiss and lick his hyung’s body.

Now that the day had finally arrived, Sehun was beside himself. Jian had asked for time to prepare, but Sehun knew that would only prolong the agonizing wait, so he wanted to finish it immediately.

He knew he was weak towards Jian, and if Jian tried to soothe him, he’d be completely entranced, letting time slip away without accomplishing anything.

“What are you… what are you trying to…”

Sehun lightly kissed Jian’s swollen lips, cutting off his words.  Sehun chuckled at the wide eyes.

What did it matter that he was older? His hyung was just as cute and beautiful as ever.  Sehun slipped his tongue into the gap between Jian’s lips, parted in stunned silence.

Without breaking eye contact with Jian’s reddening eyes, he inserted a finger.

“Hmph…!”

Sehun swallowed Jian’s moan, savoring the sweet taste of his saliva as he circled the inside with his finger.

Jian’s thin thighs trembled before bumping against Sehun’s arm.  Sehun’s chest swelled at the sight of Jian struggling with just one finger.

He gently caressed Jian’s navel and chest to help him relax.  He pinched the sensitive area between his index and middle fingers, causing Jian’s body to jolt like a fish pulled from the water.

He licked the inside of Jian’s lips with his tongue, while his two hands relentlessly stimulated him above and below.  The lower area was still tight, making him realize it would be difficult as it was. He’d thought the semen on his hands would be enough, but he was wrong.

“This is strange…”

Jian gasped, his voice laced with a faint whimper as Sehun briefly parted his lips. Sehun’s gaze deepened.

“It’s okay. You’ll get used to it.”

This was his first time in practice, but his theoretical knowledge was encyclopedic, and he’d run countless simulations.

Though his expression was calm, his fingertips trembled with a mixture of tension and excitement, unseen by Jian.  Meanwhile, Sehun retrieved the items he’d prepared and placed them nearby.

Jian’s gaze fell upon the objects. Sehun pressed his lips to Jian’s frightened forehead and squeezed a generous amount of gel onto his finger.

“Just bear with it a little, hyung. You’ll feel good soon.”

Every time he watched videos of men grunting and having sex, he’d felt nauseous, but he’d persevered for this day.

He didn’t want to hurt Jian. He’d learned that if the penetrating dick was too large, it would only cause pain at first, so he’d studied how to gradually widen the opening.

His finger slipped inside much more easily than before. He inserted it deeply, until his knuckles touched the entrance, then carefully applied the gel.

“No, it’s strange…”

Jian moaned, his forehead pressed against Sehun’s nape.  He was clearly a fox cub, not a human, nurtured with such care for ten years.

He’d been swept away, losing himself in the moment, but an uncomfortable foreign sensation was irritating his insides.  Every time he felt the presence of the flesh pounding against the inside of his thighs, goosebumps erupted on his back.

The thought of experiencing the pain Hyun-su had felt in the novel made him break out in a cold sweat.  Just as he was about to suggest that he should be the one to penetrate, the discomfort intensified.

“Haaack…”

A dull ache spread as his lower body stretched open. Before he could even adjust to one finger, something else entered. It felt like at least four fingers.

The fear of tearing made Jian pound Sehun’s shoulders with his clenched fists.

“Take it out. It’s going to tear. I’m going to tear…”

His voice trembled with fear, his words a jumbled mess. He’d anticipated this, but the reality was far more intense than he’d imagined.

“Only two fingers have gone in so far.”

That’s impossible. Jian raised his head to verify. Sehun’s arm occupied the space between his widely spread legs.

The bones and veins on his wrist were clearly visible.  He squinted, his own limp dick obstructing his view, and peered below.  Only two fingers had indeed disappeared into his hole.

His dazed gaze fell upon Sehun’s dick, which was impressively large, despite his recent orgasm.  If two fingers were this difficult, inserting that… he’d die.

Even when he’d learned he’d died of overwork and woken up in the world of the novel, he hadn’t been this terrified.  In fact, he’d felt grateful for a new life.