112 – Farewell Party (2)

“Ugh, ah, aah…”

The creaking of the bed and a languid moan echoed weakly. With the rocking motion, Hayoon frowned and slowly opened his eyes. Mr. Park, who was on top of him, sweating, smiled and said,

“Oh, you’re awake?”

“Mr. Park…? Augh!”

He was about to ask what was going on, but a sudden piercing sensation inside him caused an involuntary moan to erupt. Only then did Hayoon realize that Mr. Park was thrusting his dick into him, and he asked in a languid voice,

“Hng, what are you, haah, doing…?”

“What do you think? Having sex. Did you really forget everything after drinking just a little?”

“Drinking, what…? Hng…!”

Throb- He felt his dick thrusting deep inside him, ejaculating. Hayoon gripped the bedsheets, enduring the peak of pleasure as the hotness poured out, filling his belly, then collapsed, exhaling.

“Huu, hu, huuu…”

“Hoo… Your pussy is truly something else.”

“Haaah…♡”

Mr. Park muttered, slowly pulling out his dick. As the protruding glans dragged against his inner flesh, his back arched involuntarily. Regardless, Mr. Park pulled out his dick and immediately shoved the fluid-soaked thing into Hayoon’s mouth.

“Mmph?!”

“Clean it up nicely, like you always do.”

Even as he told him to clean it, he began to fuck his mouth, subtly moving his hips. Hayoon glared at Mr. Park with annoyed eyes, then moved his tongue to lick the dick in his mouth, while also trying to recall his memories.

He had heard that Mr. Park had prepared alcohol and cigarettes for a farewell party, and he had immediately headed to his room. And after sharing drinks and cigarettes, and talking for a bit… he must have passed out from the alcohol.

He had felt it before, but his body was incredibly weak to alcohol. Just three cans of beer were enough to cause a blackout. So, why was Mr. Park fucking him while he was unconscious?

Actually, even thinking about it was a ridiculous question. A teacher fucking a trainee who had passed out in front of him was as natural as the sun rising in the east.

But how many loads had he shot? It didn’t seem like just one. He felt his belly with his hand, and it felt bulging with something inside.

“Looks like you’re wondering how many loads I shot. How many do you think?”

Mr. Park noticed his actions and asked, but he couldn’t answer with his dick in his mouth. Instead, he held up three fingers.

“Correct! You can feel it, huh?”

No way. Not that much time had passed, so he had just guessed a reasonable number. Hayoon thought to himself and sucked harder on the dick. As his cheeks slightly caved in, Mr. Park made a silly noise, “Ooh!”

He knew that it wouldn’t end with just cleaning the dick. If he really meant to end it there, he would have pulled back, but instead, he was pushing his hips forward, pressing his dick against his cheeks.

As he continued to suck, bobbing his head, Mr. Park, unable to bear it any longer, climbed completely on top of his face and began to fuck him. As his throat was directly pounded instead of his pussy, he quickly ran out of breath.

“Mmph!”

Hayoon frantically pounded on his thighs, but Mr. Park grabbed his hair and moved him around wildly. With the violent movements, as if using a sex toy, the hand that had been pounding on his thighs fell limply. His vision blurred, his ears rang, and the sounds faded away.

It was a familiar state of suffocation. If it continued like this for just one more minute, he would surely die. But even on the border between life and death, Hayoon felt no fear. Rather, a floating sensation numbed his brain, making him feel only pleasure.

I want to stay like this a little longer. Just as Hayoon was about to lose consciousness with a dazed expression,

Throb- The burst of cum filled his mouth. As if that wasn’t enough, it gushed out of his nose and mouth. Hayoon felt his mind snap back as he felt the stinging pain of the cum coming out of his nose. At the same time, so did the fear that he would die.

“Kuup! Cough, cough!!!”

He flailed his arms and legs wildly, trying to push away Mr. Park, who was pressing down on his collarbone and shoulders. There was probably more than twice the difference in weight, but Hayoon had no thoughts about such things, with death right in front of him.

With the single-minded desire to live, he unleashed a superhuman strength that could not have come from his body. Even so, he couldn’t get Mr. Park off him. He only got off Hayoon after he had poured out every last drop.

“Hoo, you know, the tightness is amazing when I fuck your mouth while you’re slightly dazed.”

“Cough, heuk, cough, cough, huu…!”

While Mr. Park calmly said such things, Hayoon spat out the cum that remained in his mouth and gasped for breath. His pounding heart hurt, and the rapidly incoming oxygen barely revived his numbed brain. At the same time, the pain he had forgotten rushed in all at once.

“Ugh, kyaaah!”

The weight pressing on his collarbone, the hand shaking his neck wildly, the dick stabbing his throat mercilessly, etc. Pain came from all the stimulated areas to the point where tears came out. Hayoon curled up and trembled. But even that pain didn’t last long.

The pain, like being stabbed with a knife, soon turned into a dull pleasure, crawling up his back. Fluid flowed from his pussy, which had already been fucked several times, and his face loosened hazily. It was as if he had taken drugs.

No, he probably had. The drugs flowing from his brain were making Hayoon drunk. The pain that had turned into pleasure poured out dopamine. Hayoon now let out sweet moans instead of screams.

“Hng, hng…”

But as if that wasn’t enough, he put both hands between his legs and began to stimulate his pussy. He stimulated his clit with his right hand and inserted his fingers into his vagina with his left hand, squelching.

Stimulating both inside and out, the climax came quickly. Hayoon curled up even more and reached a silent climax.

Seeing him spew out his fluids, Mr. Park let out a hollow laugh. He had been in pain all alone, then suddenly made a face as if he wanted a dick, and now he was openly masturbating and climaxing.

It was a truly unsightly sight, but it stimulated a man’s lust. He opened a beer, quenched his thirst, and approached Hayoon again with his dick, which had risen again.

“Ugh…?”

“I’m putting it in.”

Mr. Park whispered as he hugged Hayoon, who was lost in the afterglow of his climax. But she tilted her head, not knowing what he meant.

Well, she’ll know when I put it in. Mr. Park shoved his dick into her pussy, where her fingers were still inserted.

“Hng♡♡”

Hayoon groaned and threw back her head, startled by the sudden insertion. As a result, her fingers also came out, but thanks to that, it was easy to move his dick.

Her pussy, curled up and hugging his knees tightly, tightened around his dick more than ever. Mr. Park forcefully parted the resistant inner flesh and thrust all the way to the innermost part.

“Huu♡ Ah♡ Aah♡ Hng♡”

Now, without even trying to hold back, he used the voice that was screaming moans as fuel to further spur on his piston movements. It hadn’t even been a few minutes since he started fucking, but he was already feeling the urge to ejaculate.

That was how fuckable Hayoon was. Mr. Park hugged Hayoon tightly and lifted him up. Hayoon, who was lifted up in a curled position, let out a short scream, but as he was impaled on his dick with his own weight, he writhed and spewed out his fluids.

“Hiiiik♡”

Splash splash splash splash- The sound of water splashing continued to be heard. Hayoon was already not in his right mind due to frequent climaxes. Mr. Park thought it was the last time and thrust his dick in with all his might.

“Hup!”

“Haaaaah♡♡♡”

Throb- An ejaculation, which he didn’t even know how many times it was today, poured into his pussy. Hayoon, rolling his eyes and trembling, slumped down, and at the same time, Mr. Park’s dick came out of his pussy with a limp “pop” sound.

And the cum that had been poured out dripped down to the floor. I’ll have to clean it up again. Mr. Park lamented inwardly as he looked at the scene.

“Huu, ugh…”

After a round of sex, Hayoon groaned, clutching his head as if it were about to break. It was a side effect of moving vigorously while drinking alcohol, and the hangover was starting to kick in late.

“Do you want some water?”

“Give it…”

Hayoon snatched the offered bottle of water and began to gulp it down. Thanks to drinking the water, he felt a little better, but his stomach was still bloated and his head hurt.

No, if I’m a masochist, shouldn’t I be able to feel even this headache as pleasure? Hayoon clutched his head and groaned for a long time, then took a deep breath and raised his head.

“In the end, the farewell party was just a lot of sex, and the last day is over.”

He had known it would turn out like this since Mr. Park had called him under the guise of a farewell party, but now that it had really happened, he felt a little empty.

Apart from that, his sexual desire seemed to be more than satisfied, to the point of being excessive. He had done it so much that he wouldn’t feel any sexual desire for a day or so without having sex.

As he muttered and stared blankly, Mr. Park, who was sitting next to him, said in a puzzled voice.

“The last day is over? What are you talking about?”

“You’re the one who’s talking nonsense, Mr. Park. You’ve already shot more than six loads into my body. Even if it’s you, you can’t handle that much…”

Hayoon looked at Mr. Park, who was swallowing something, and asked.

“Mr. Park, that…”

“Huh? Oh, this is an energy drink.”

“No, I know that, but…”

Why are you drinking five bottles of that? As he looked at him with that meaning, Mr. Park smiled and said.

“Well, the farewell party is just starting, so isn’t it natural?”

“Just starting… How much more are you going to do?”

“Of course, as much as I can. Besides, the guests haven’t even arrived yet, so I can’t end it already, can I?”

Hayoon’s eyes widened as he scolded Mr. Park with a dumbfounded look.

“Wait, what? Invited guests? Weren’t we just having a farewell party with the two of us?”

“Don’t tell me. There’s no way I’m the only one who wants to see you off, Hayoon, right?”

“That means…!”

Before Hayoon could shout anything, the sound of the door opening was heard. He hurriedly turned his head and saw Mr. Gan, who was smiling with a bag in one hand, and Mr. Choi, who still had a stern expression.

I’m screwed. As he made a sour face, Mr. Park put his hand on his shoulder and said.

“Mr. Choi and Mr. Gan were also colleagues, right? Those two can’t be left out of the farewell party.”

“That’s right, Hayoon. You wouldn’t be disappointed if we were missing, would you? We’ll give you the best send-off.”

“Me too, Hayoon.”

I don’t need that kind of thing. Hayoon sighed as he looked at the teachers approaching him.

It wasn’t long before a deathly moan erupted from Mr. Park’s room.

Author’s words (Author’s note)

The farewell party part is over.

The main story will be completed in the next chapter.