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Donghyuck threw his head back.
"F-Faster," he moaned. "Please!"
Hearing Donghyuck begging to increase the speed and destroy him, Mr. Lee fulfilled his wish. He pushed the younger onto his desk but gathered his arms into his and thrusted into him harder and harsher. Their bodies collided each second of how fast the older was thrusting. The louder moans came deep from the young man's throat, he kept tugging his arms behind his back, feeling excited and at the same time conflicted by the limited actions he could do.
How? How come Mr. Lee, Donghyuck's friendliest professor, could be a literal monster in sex? Mr. Lee was always nice to his students, cracking jokes in his lectures, bringing snacks, and taking care of the twenty-something-year-olds as if they were kids. And yet, when Donghyuck came to his place, Mr. Lee never failed to surprise him with new positions and ways to seek pleasure. The young man couldn't stop questioning this even when he and his beloved professor had been doing that for two years.
"So fucking good," the man said, a bit breathless. He let go of Donghyuck's arms and instead grabbed a handful of his hair. Pulling on the younger man's brown hair, he lifted half of his body from the desk and gave him a decent round of thrusts that Donghyuck's thighs couldn't stop shaking.
"You like that, sweetheart?"
Donghyuck liked it even when he loathed how Mr. Lee handled him sometimes. In society, he was a normal person, but behind closed doors, he was a complete freak. His sexual desires and fantasies were ones that his wife would certainly never fulfill. Mr. Lee enjoyed being rude, disrespecting his partners, and sometimes even inflicting pain. To be honest, such fantasies are rarely fulfilled by anyone at all. Mr. Lee needed the right person for that, and Donghyuck was just that person.
Donghyuck liked the variety in his sex life. New ways to feel pleasure, new positions, toys, or simply a much older partner—this was Donghyuck's way to spice up his boring life. Although he was reluctant to let such old people touch his body, Mr. Lee was attractive and energetic, and more than that, he repaid. Donghyuck would let him use his body and his professor would buy him fancy stuff.
"You like that, bitch?" Mr. Lee slapped Donghyuck's butt, then wrapped his arm around his waist to increase the speed.
Donghyuck didn't think this man could go even faster, but he could. Mr. Lee always had this animalistic energy when he called Donghyuck to come and fuck. He was so energized that sometimes his student thought it wasn't normal. Maybe this man was addicted to sex, control, and roughness. It wasn't healthy...
But Donghyuck didn't care. He just needed nice things his other friends couldn't have.
"Fuck," Mr. Lee hissed.
Donghyuck didn't know what annoyed him. He didn't hear anything just his own moans, and constant skin noises. But as Mr. Lee slowed down, the young man heard the professor's phone ringing.
"Maybe you should answer—"
"Don't tell me what to do, baby," Mr. Lee slid his hand down Donghyuck's neck and clasped it. "Just be my bitch and the tickets to the festival will be yours."
While Mr. Lee liked obedience and order, he also liked Donghyuck's willingness to go against and do the opposite. Like this, this young guy sometimes seemed unapproachable, which drove the professor crazy. The man didn't stop texting him and wasn't ashamed of nice words and various promises, just to get to play with his hole. So, it couldn't be said that only Mr. Lee was in control. He was, but only during the intercourse. The rest, Donghyuck was in charge of the rest.
But when Donghyuck wanted less mess, he was passive.
"Yes, please," the younger purred and held his breath, aware Professor Lee would put pressure on his neck.
Donghyuck quite liked this process. He liked it when he ran out of air. The only downside was that Mr. Lee didn't always respond when the guy tapped him on the shoulder to stop. Donghyuck felt like he had been close to death at least five times. When he was short of air, he often got scared, and all his muscles tensed—and that was what Mr. Lee liked because each time he got tighter. It scared Donghyuck sometimes, but he quickly lost such anguish and desperate thoughts as soon as Mr. Lee loosened his grip and allowed him to breathe. The taste of the air, if you could call it that, was so sweet that it sent chills down Donghyuck's body, and then he enjoyed sex to the fullest.
That time wasn't an exception. Mr. Lee also constricted his student's airflow, while roughly destroying his lower body and constantly slapping his butt, leaving red marks. But then he let go and Donghyuck hungrily gasped for air, bliss flooded his body and he once again enjoyed this way of pleasure-seeking.
Mr. Lee harshly dragged the student to a chair and pushed into it. Donghyuck didn't get the time to adjust the position when Mr. Lee bent over him and did him again. Legs in the air, neck bent against a hard chair slat, arms on the armrests, clenching them tightly and slowly closing his eyes, aware that soon this would end.
One thing clarified that Donghyuck was superior to the perverted professor trying to dominate him. It was the time they ejaculated. Mr. Lee always finished first. No matter how many times he changed positions or tried to stop himself, or edge himself, it didn't change anything. He came first. It took Donghyuck a few more touches to finish. He was young and although his prostate was stimulated well enough, there was still something missing.
"Someone's very persevered," Donghyuck said, staring at how Mr. Lee stroked his penis. "They keep calling."
"Could be my wife," the professor said, then looked up at the student's daring eyes. "She's getting annoying."
"I think she can say the same about you," Donghyuck laughed and raised his leg, mockingly placing it on the man's shoulder. "All older people get annoying at times."
"When you're bratty like this," Professor Lee glanced down at the younger's body. "I want to teach you a lesson."
"You know that I like your lessons. Fucking me hard in your office is so damn a lesson-like."
"I'm starting to think of a punishment, sweetheart."
"What kind of?" Donghyuck got intrigued.
"It's a secret."
The student came into his professor's hand and the man drew back, looking for tissues. Donghyuck stood up, his legs shaky, but since it had become his routine, he ignored them and looked for his underwear and shorts. Spotting them near the door and recalling the pervert stripped him just as they entered the office, Donghyuck scoffed and went to pick them up. Wearing his underwear, he glanced at Mr. Lee, then looked away, pretending he didn't see the man counting cash in his hands. Although Donghyuck loved money in his bank account more, Mr. Lee feared his wife finding out, so he only gave the student cash. Still better than free sex.
"Here," Professor Lee walked to him and handed the money. "Buy the festival tickets for yourself and..." he paused, questionably looking at Donghyuck.
"Hwan."
"Yes," the man smiled. "Hwan."
Hwan was also involved in this. She was Donghyuck's roommate. A nice girl acing double major but at the same struggling at times. She slept with Professor Lee to get better grades and pass, but also to get money if she needed it. Donghyuck introduced her to this idea and they kept this their funny little secret to themselves, calling the professor a rich pervert.
"So, I'm free?" Donghyuck smiled, taking the money and innocently looking up at the man.
"Yes, you're free. I'll give you a call when I need you again."
"As always."
"You can go now."
Donghyuck knew where to go. He knew a bit about Mr. Lee's house since he had often been coming there. Once the professor got scared they might get caught at university buildings, their place to meet was the professor's house. He knew the man had an office upstairs as there they did it the most, and that his bedroom was three rooms away from it. How? Donghyuck was in the master's bedroom at least three times. The professor seemingly liked doing him in the same bed that he shared with his wife. The wife whom he liked to take pictures of. The whole house was full of her face. Even in Mr. Lee's office! Did he look at those pictures when he fucked Donghyuck?
Donghyuck had a feeling that one time Mr. Lee, out of an uncontrollable desire to fuck, would invite him to his office not minding his wife's presence at home. He seemed to be that kind of person, really. Always horny and sometimes acting risky. That day, the wife wasn't home, thankfully. Mr. Lee mentioned something about her being abroad, so the student could calmly go downstairs, go to the kitchen to get a cold glass of water, and think of leaving the residence. The main point of leaving the house had to be having a huge backpack on his back as well as holding books to his chest so as not to make the neighbors think of something wrong going there.
"If the neighbors ask you why you keep coming, tell them you need me for your research or thesis," Mr. Lee said.
He taught Donghyuck to do it so their secret would be safe. But no one cared. The student never met anyone on his way out. No one looked at him out the windows and no one ever asked Mr. Lee himself why this brown-haired boy kept coming and leaving.
Mr. Lee's way of lying sounded valid, however. He used to be Donghyuck's supervisor in his second and third years when they first started hooking up. And the student knew he would choose him for the final thesis too as there was no way he'd miss the chance to milk the man in his last year. So, if he needed to lie to random people that he came there for his thesis, it would be so easy. Because it was reality. They did talk about academic stuff after fucking sometimes.
That day was a bright morning in July. So, summer. Many students usually worked summer jobs and were on vacation, so coming to one's professor seemed weird. But Donghyuck was so convinced no one looked at them that he didn't care. All he thought about were the tickets to the festival.
Pushing random books under his arm and fishing the phone out of his backpack's pocket, Donghyuck found Hwan's number and called her. Since it was morning, she must've been asleep but she was well-aware of Donghyuck's rendezvous that she answered the call even when her brain didn't cooperate.
"Speak."
"I have what we need," Donghyuck whispered, rapidly leaving the kitchen and going to the door. "We're seeing DoJaeJung tomorrow!"
"God, and I thought you were stupid for asking for a reservation," Hwan quickly woke up from her sleep. "Get home and buy them!"
"But, like, I have cash," he said, opening the door and suddenly flinching.
There he saw another male. Sitting on a porch and looking down at his feet, appearing bored. However, the same boredom left his body as he saw Donghyuck in the doorway. He stood up, his palms brushing his shorts and they stared at each other.
Donghyuck freaked out as it was the first time he met someone while leaving Mr. Lee's house. Unaware of who the other guy was, Donghyuck shut his mouth, hearing Hwan calling for him, but he didn't answer and just bowed. The latter bowed back, curiously looking at him. Their rather awkward stares were beneficial. It gave Donghyuck enough time to look at the random and analyze him. Young, handsome, dressed in comfortable clothes, and looking oddly interested in him.
Could it be another student with the same call?
Donghyuck bowed again, smiled, and walked past the person. He didn't turn around as he opened the fancy gates. He did only when he was on the other side of the street, looking over his shoulder and noticing no sign of that young man.
"Hwan," he laughed as he turned around and headed his way. "Rich Pervert has another male student coming in! I just met him on the porch!"
"What? So, he's fucking us three?" Hwan gasped, ready for gossip.
"Yeah! What a fucking pervert," he cackled. "How hard is his sex drive?"
"I don't know but I'm pretty sure all of this would repay him someday," the girl scoffed, having sexually transmitted infections in her head. "Anyway, do you know that guy? Should we be worried?"
"Nope. His face seemed unfamiliar. Around my height, black virgin hair, funny eyebrows... But damn, he's handsome. Maybe he's a second or even first-year. Or maybe he's double majoring like you. Anyway, Mr. Rich Pervert fucks one guy after another."
"How does he even have that much money?" Hwan wondered and this thought bothered Donghyuck too.
He knew Mr. Lee had more students he slept with, but the sums he gave to Donghyuck were huge and Hwan had the same. What others were getting? And where did he get all that?