I Possessed The Villain In a Hunter Novel And It Fits Me Perfectly

I could feel my throat tightening around my cock. It was that cramped, too-tight sensation, like forcing my way through a narrow passage. My brow pinched on its own, and I let out a short breath.

“Ha....”

The hand gripping my thigh tensed hard. Do Yehyun’s breathing had been a broken mess for a while now, like he couldn’t properly catch a breath.

Planning to finish fast, I grabbed Do Yehyun by the head and slammed it in hard. A gag reflex kicked in—his throat clamped down around me and lurched.

In the eyes that had only been pooling with physiological tears until just now, tears were suddenly streaming down in several thick tracks.

“Mm, if you like this... ha, that’s a problem.”

I tossed it out like a joke. Not that it looked like he liked it.

I thrust shallowly, then at the timing when his throat tightened, I shoved all the way in at once.

“Haa....”

It felt like I was forcing my way into a cramped, humid tunnel. The mucous membrane wrapping around me was hot.

Even without doing anything special, the pleasure came on naturally, and hot breaths kept spilling out of me in rough bursts. When I looked down to check Do Yehyun’s face, the corners of the mouth stretched open in strain were split and torn.

After quickly checking how far his eyes had rolled back, I pushed in deep, then pulled back for a moment—an explosive cough burst out.

To give him a chance to breathe, I pulled out completely, waited just a moment, then grabbed his head again and pushed back in. And even though he’d just been coughing like he was about to die, he obediently opened his mouth again.

He’d even been dry-heaving like he was going to throw up, but maybe once a “path” had opened up, pushing through was a little easier than before.

‘Hard to get a feel for it.’

With fucking him, I could crank the intensity up to a certain point and still be confident he wouldn’t die. But with his throat, it was directly tied to breathing, so it was hard to get a sense of the line.

When I slowly stroked my thumb over Do Yehyun’s eyebrow, I could see the skin there twitching in tiny spasms. I patted his head, then grabbed the back again and dug into his throat.

“Ghk....”

Once I crossed his throat, it made a sound like his breath was being swallowed, and the area clamped around me started to spasm. But it wasn’t like he was trying to spit me out—when I forced it deeper, his mouth opened up for me on its own.

I pumped a few times like that, then at a decent timing I pulled out and put it back in again, repeating it.

“Phew....”

Obviously, it wasn’t a place made to be stuffed full from the start, so it was tighter than I’d expected. Just looking at the circumference of his neck, it didn’t exactly seem like it could “take” my cock easily.

The way he endured it—miserable, not even feeling anything, still grinding through it anyway—was weirdly stimulating.

No idea who the first bastard was to think of stuffing it into someone’s mouth, but I couldn’t help thinking their tastes were fucking disgusting.

I kept shoving it into his throat, over and over, then when his eyes were about to roll back, I yanked out roughly. Like he’d been waiting for it, a harsh cough burst out again.

Do Yehyun doubled over all the way at the waist, coughing it out.

I watched for a moment, then grabbed his head and tilted his face back. On that fully exposed face, his eyes—unusually red—pulled my attention.

I roughly wiped away the tears with my thumb and put it back into his mouth again. But this time, instead of stirring up his throat, I only rubbed lightly over his soft tongue.

Maybe it felt like he could finally breathe, because the eyes that had been wandering helplessly finally found mine.

I snickered, gave a few shallow thrusts against that narrow mouth, then pulled out.

“You’re a mess.”

I tossed out the quick verdict and let go of the hand that had been holding his head.

Then I lowered my gaze and looked at Do Yehyun’s crotch.

“Doesn’t look like you’re even hard, either.”

“.......”

“Why’d you say you’d do it?”

I was genuinely curious at this point. I’d never seriously thought about masochistic tendencies, but I could tell easily that Do Yehyun wasn’t a masochist.

I grabbed the silent Do Yehyun, hauled him up, and put him back on the bed.

“Was it good?”

“...Yes.”

“Liar.”

It was such an obvious lie it was ridiculous, so I laughed, tapping his cheek. Do Yehyun met my eyes directly and opened his mouth.

“It’s okay if you... do it to my throat like before.”

Is choking to death your dream?

Maybe from the aftermath of what I’d just done to his throat, Do Yehyun’s voice was already hoarse and cracked. I ignored the full load of bullshit coming out of his mouth, grabbed a bottle of water, and handed it to him.

“Drink.”

After confirming he’d downed about half, I put the bottle back down, bent forward, and kissed him. With our mouths pressed together, laughter leaked out of me on its own.

I couldn’t understand what he’d been thinking, volunteering to do it with his mouth when he couldn’t even kiss properly in the first place—and since he really wasn’t as good as he’d imagined, I couldn’t not laugh.

Maybe he felt the vibration while we were kissing, because the muscles in his face kept twitching.

“Why?”

“...I thought I could do it well.”

“I thought you couldn’t.”

Does that even make sense? Answering his ridiculously overconfident nonsense, I put strength into my body and pushed Do Yehyun down onto the bed. Do Yehyun, lying on his back and staring up at me, grabbed my shoulders hard.

When I lowered my hand and slowly stroked his knee, his thigh trembled slightly. I moved my hand to the outside of his thigh and stroked down gently, then slowly slid my hand toward the inside of his thigh.

“...Are you going to do it?”

“No.”

“.......”

“I’m gonna think about it.”

Do Yehyun’s expression stiffened in a strange way.

That was half true, too. Part of me wanted to, and part of me wanted to just keep teasing him like this and stop.

With that messy, ambiguous thought, I groped at the inside of Do Yehyun’s thigh through his pants. The cock that had been quiet from how hard it’d been on him earlier started to rise again, and I could feel it clearly through the layer of fabric. When I unfastened his belt buckle with one hand, Do Yehyun bit his lip hard.

With my other hand, I gently pulled his bitten lip free, then slid my hand into his underwear and pulled out the cock that was half-hard. Do Yehyun’s whole body shuddered the moment I wrapped my hand around it.

“......!”

Maybe it was a pretty unfamiliar kind of stimulation, because his reaction was vivid. I snickered, stroked him up, then rubbed in small circles with my thumb, like I was rounding it out.

“Ah, Jehyun....”

That rough, lowered voice called out to me like he was desperate. I tipped my head slightly and answered him lightly.

“Yeah.”

“Ah....”

Even when I answered, it didn’t seem like he was really hearing it. I shifted my gaze from my pinched brow and looked back into his eyes.

Do Yehyun got fully, faithfully hard the moment I grabbed him. The size filling my hand was bigger than I’d expected.

I jerked Do Yehyun off like I was grinding him, then grabbed my own—still half-hard—and held them together in the same hand.

“Hhk....”

Maybe the sensation of them touching felt alien, because Do Yehyun sucked in a sharp breath.

“Put your hands down and hold it. Both hands.”

It was annoying how he was moving his hips in that half-assed way, so when I demanded it, Do Yehyun obediently lowered his hands and wrapped them around it, palms full.

I swept a few fallen strands of hair back and rubbed like I was driving it into his hands. I could feel the smooth shaft—veins not particularly prominent—and those long, well-shaped fingers at the same time.

Maybe he was tense as hell, because from the bodies pressed close, I could hear his pulse thudding loud.

“Haa....”

It was a weird feeling, like I was jerking off with someone else’s hand. Every time I pulled my hips back and then thrust roughly, Do Yehyun’s whole body lifted slightly off the bed.

Even though it was just hands, it felt oddly like we were mixing bodies.

The harder the sound of flesh slapping got, the more a predictable excitement climbed, tight and sharp.

“Ugh....”

Then Do Yehyun’s hands suddenly clenched hard, gripping my cock painfully. A sudden pressure hit a sensitive spot, and without thinking, my hand gripping the blanket tensed up.

“Fuck, Yehyun.”

My hips buckled from the sudden pain. Maybe he realized too, because the strength drained out of Do Yehyun’s hands instantly.

Cold sweat slicked down my forehead.

“Trying to pop it?”

I asked with a bit of a joke mixed in, and when I lifted my gaze, I saw Do Yehyun’s face—obviously flustered. No... should I even call it flustered?

“Haha....”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

The apology burst out urgently, but it didn’t really feel like an ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) apology. And for good reason—because I could clearly feel the things pressed together climbing close to a peak.

“That apology doesn’t feel sincere.”

When I tossed it out, dumbfounded, Do Yehyun looked pretty at a loss, like he felt it too.

I shoved Do Yehyun’s hands away and started working myself with my own hand. The pain from a second ago had blocked the urge to come a little, but it wasn’t like I couldn’t come at all.

To finish fast, I ground the shaft and rubbed the tip, pushing the stimulation hard.

“Haa....”

I could feel Do Yehyun’s gaze stabbing into me, raw and blatant.

‘Ah... so it’s this kind of thing?’