Profane Service

Hang-a, a forgotten island at the southernmost tip of South Korea. An island where people leave, but no one stays. Born frail and sickly, Han-seo intended to remain stagnant in Hang-a. Together with his childhood friend, Seong-chan. As long as he was by his side, it was fine even if he could never leave this island. “Right, then let me ask you something. Are you going to Seoul?” “…….” “You never once told me anything about that.” Until he heard the rumor that Seong-chan was leaving for Seoul. ---PREVIEW--- Even though he had only entered a tiny bit, the hot, narrow inner walls squeezed as if they were about to snap Han-seo's cock right off. At that dizzying sensation, Han-seo grit his te...