Little Pink Starfish

This time, Ishar didn’t resist.

The look in Veloan’s eyes, already filled with desire, made it clear—he had absolutely no intention of backing down.

Since persuasion had failed, Ishar came to a decision: it would be better to just get this over with quickly.

So even as he trembled at the sensation of fingers slipping between his tightly closed buttocks, he didn’t resist.

Just think of him as a one-night partner.

Ishar tried to think positively, but as he felt Veloan’s fingers increasing one by one, probing deeper into his inner walls, he couldn’t help but feel a rising sense of fear.

Ishar had survived countless brushes with death over the years. He was no stranger to pain. Even the discomfort he felt as the number of fingers inside him slowly increased—he could endure that.

But then—

Glance.

As their lips briefly parted, Ishar took the chance to glance downward—and saw exactly what he didn’t want to see.

No matter how he looked at it, the size was simply unacceptable, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

How is that even supposed to go in? It already hurts with just fingers!

In the past, Ishar had honestly thought it was something Yujin would have to deal with—he only needed to support them from the sidelines. He’d deliberately avoided paying attention to Veloan’s size.

Which made it all the more surreal now, facing the reality that he might be the one to take it in. It almost felt like a bad dream.

“It’s all right, Ishar. I won’t hurt you anymore,” Veloan said gently.

Sensing Ishar’s anxiety, Veloan whispered in an unexpectedly gentle voice,

“But still, if it’s too—hngh…?!”

Ishar jolted, his whole body trembling. When Veloan’s fingers, moving inside him, pressed against a particular spot, a strange, unfamiliar sensation spread through him—something he had never felt before.

At first, he thought it might be a fluke. But as Veloan continued thrusting with four fingers now, moving them in and out in a piston-like rhythm, Ishar realized it was no illusion.

“Ah… hhng, Veloan, this is…”

“It’s something you taught me, Master. Don’t you remember?”

“I… hngh, I remember.”

He had gone through countless books to teach Veloan about safe sex—for Yujin’s sake, of course—so he knew exactly what Veloan was stimulating now.

Heat quickly rushed back into places that had just begun to cool. A dull, tightening pressure built in his lower abdomen, making Ishar’s body tremble faintly.

Before he realized it, every time Veloan’s fingers brushed against that specific spot deep inside, soft moans escaped Ishar’s lips on their own.

Even though he had already climaxed twice, Ishar bit down on his lip as he looked at his own member, still dripping with clear fluid.

Just a little more… if only he’d thrust a bit harder…

But contrary to his desire, after confirming the spot that made Ishar react, Veloan deliberately slowed his movements—either avoiding it entirely or brushing over it ever so lightly, as if teasing.

“Veloan, a little more…”

The words slipped out before he realized, and with them came a wave of self-reproach.

He’d known for a while now that he was weak to pleasure, but facing it so clearly again left no room for denial.

Because it was unfamiliar, every sensation hit harder, drew out softer reactions—and he had already realized this back when he took Veloan under his wing.

So why had he failed to apply that obvious truth to this situation?

“I’ll give you exactly what you want,” Veloan replied.

Contrary to his words, Veloan withdrew his fingers. Ishar, puzzled, looked at him with a flushed, longing expression—only to realize Veloan’s intent as he saw him pour the perfumed oil into his palm and begin coating his own erection.

He was going to put it in now.

That weapon.

“It won’t hurt,” Veloan said softly. “And even if it does… it’ll soon start to feel good.”

Of course, Ishar didn’t believe a word of it. The human anus wasn’t designed to take things in—it was meant to push things out.

And now Veloan was planning to put that in him? Not some small rod, but something as thick as an adult’s forearm? There was no doubt in his mind—it would tear him apart.

Veloan, now fully slicked with oil and lightly stroking his own member, gazed down at Ishar with eyes glazed over from heat.

Their eyes met—those red irises, darker than usual, burned with an intensity so fierce it felt like he might be devoured alive. Ishar’s heart pounded wildly.

“Ah…!”

As the glistening, precum-slicked tip began to press into his entrance, Ishar’s abdomen tensed tightly in response to the sensation.

“Ishar. Relax. If you tense up, it’ll only hurt more.”

Despite all the prep work Veloan had done with his fingers, even just the tip entering was enough to knock the breath from Ishar’s lungs, a wave of pain crashing down on him.

“No, it won’t go in, it can’t go in…”

“It can. It’s all right—just relax, slowly.”

Though his voice was thick with restraint, Veloan gently soothed Ishar as he pushed his length further in, forcing it past the stretched entrance to the limit.

It hurt. It hurt like hell. Being stabbed with a blade might have felt less painful than this.

The deeper that hot, thick mass of flesh forced its way into him, the more his instincts screamed in protest, making his lower body tense up involuntarily.

“Ugh…” Veloan let out a low moan, and the sound snapped Ishar back to his senses. He tried to relax the tension in his lower body, but he had no idea if he was doing it right.

“Ishar. You’re doing well. Hoo… slowly now. Don’t hold your breath—breathe properly.”

“Hah… is it… is it really going in—ugh?”

“Yes. So keep breathing.”

Leaning deep over him, Veloan kept pressing gentle kisses to Ishar’s lips, pulling back and returning again and again in a rhythm both tender and steady.

Relying on those light kisses—whether meant as encouragement or to soothe his trembling nerves—Ishar forced himself to accept the rest of Veloan inside.

It felt like his body was being torn in two, but he endured the pain and clung to the warmth.

“Your mouth,” Veloan whispered.

As Ishar instinctively parted his lips, a hot tongue slipped between them. It was the gentlest kiss they had shared so far.

More than pleasure, it was a tender motion meant to ease Ishar’s pain. As his rigid body began to loosen from the comfort it offered, Veloan didn’t miss the chance.

“Ah!”

As the shaft, not even halfway in before, suddenly drove deep into his inner walls, a cry tore from Ishar’s throat.

Did it tear? It tore—I’m sure of it!

Tears welled up and slipped out as pain surged from below. The pleasure he’d felt earlier from stimulation had completely vanished—only the raw pain remained.

What made it even more unbearable was the horrifying realization that Veloan’s member, now fully inside him, filled him completely—like it was blocking everything from the inside.

As Ishar bit his lip to steady his breath, trying to swallow the unfamiliar sensation and pain, a soft tongue gently licked at his own—almost as if telling him not to bite down.

Does he still think he’s a puppy or something?

Even as Ishar struggled to stay conscious under the overwhelming heat and presence now inside him, Veloan’s dog-like licking of his lips made it impossible not to relax his mouth.

As if pleased by that, Veloan gently sucked on his lower lip with a soft smooch, pressing another kiss to his lips. The action somehow made Ishar chuckle faintly—and the moment he did, Veloan leaned in and kissed him again.

“All of it… is it in?”

“May I answer honestly?”

Why was he even asking that?

Ishar already felt like his lower belly was completely filled—Veloan’s length was buried so deep inside, it felt impossible there could be more. But the way he spoke, as if there was still a long way to go, only made Ishar more anxious.

Veloan gently kissed the corner of Ishar’s eye with a soft smooch and said,

“Not all of it, but most of it is in—so it’s fine now.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

It’s not even all in yet? Stunned beyond words, Ishar muttered a curse before he could stop himself. Veloan’s eyes widened in surprise—then he burst into laughter.

Ishar, on the other hand, was flustered—not because he had broken his own rule about always watching his language in front of his student.

“Why… are you getting more aroused?”

It seemed that the act of penetration wasn’t just painful for the one receiving—it had taken a toll on the one entering as well, as Veloan’s arousal had dulled slightly. But now Ishar could feel it—his shaft growing harder again, regaining its strength.

And the fact that he felt that not with his eyes, but through his body, left Ishar utterly embarrassed.

“Even your swearing is lovable,” Veloan said.

As expected. Ishar squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation—only to feel a tender kiss land softly on his eyelid.

While waiting for Ishar to adjust to his size, Veloan gently kissed his face, ears, and lips, caressing him with affection as he held him close.

Whether it was thanks to Veloan’s efforts or because Ishar was finally starting to adjust to his size, the pain—surprisingly—began to ease little by little.

Just as Ishar let out a small sigh of relief, Veloan slowly began to move his hips.

“Ugh…”

As Veloan began to move inside him, Ishar instinctively held his breath at the unfamiliar sensation—his inner walls being pulled along with every motion, making him wonder if all that prior preparation had even mattered.

Veloan moved slowly. Whether it was to help Ishar adjust further, or to train a body that would from now on accept only his own, he thrust his hips with deliberate, steady care.

Even as he moved, Veloan’s gaze never left Ishar.

He took in everything—the flush on Ishar’s cheeks, the way his silvery-blue hair spilled across the pillow and shifted with every motion, the subtle tremble of his violet eyes each time Veloan moved inside him, and the slight quiver of his tightly pressed lips.

He had longed to see Ishar like this for so long. As if determined not to forget a single detail, Veloan etched every part of him into memory.

“Hnngh…!”

Meanwhile, Ishar was bewildered by the heat rising in his body. At first, it had undoubtedly been pain.

No matter how much he tried to adjust to the size through the slow in-and-out motions, the entrance—already stretched to its limit—felt like it would tear the moment the movements became even slightly rougher.

But each time that thick shaft scraped along his inner walls, a tingling heat pooled low in his abdomen—and with every repetition, that heat only deepened and grew.

And then, when the tip buried deep inside him struck a certain spot—everything sharpened into clarity.

“Ahh—!”

Ishar’s violet eyes flew wide open. Veloan’s lips curled into a satisfied arc. When their eyes met—one filled with confusion and fear—Veloan, as if to show off, drove his hips in deeper with renewed force.

“Ugh… hngh… mmph…”

Ishar was caught off guard—by the moans slipping uncontrollably through his lips, and by the waves of pleasure that spread through him every time that thick shaft pounded into him. He was confused.

Somehow, the pain had completely vanished without a trace.