Why is Hyung XX mine?

“Haa, ngh, hng….” The hand stroking back and forth gradually picked up speed. The faster the hand moved, the more it felt as if it were tightening. The friction between the palm, slick with pre-cum, and the skin created a squelching sound. “Ah, hng, hu-eut!” The hot breaths escaping through the gaps of his lips grew increasingly ragged. Yet, the member that felt as though it would ejaculate at any moment remained stubbornly stiff. Swollen and tauter than ever, his penis throbbed with a pain that felt as if it might burst. Go-young’s resentful gaze landed on the name written upon it. The name, which had once appeared as a faint, pale apricot color, had turned into a bold grey atop the ere...