The humiliation burned, but it was fuel, stoking a fire deep in Min-jae's gut. He hated it. He loved it. He tried again, forcing more of the length into his mouth, gagging instantly as the head hit the back of his throat.
He pulled off, coughing, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Meical's glistening cock.
"Pathetic.." Meical murmured, his voice dripping with a condescending pleasure that made Min-jae's own cock twitch in his pants. "You don't know how to open up for me at all, do you? You're just a beautiful, bratty little wife who can't even take a cock properly."
He fisted a hand in Min-jae's hair, not yanking, just holding him firmly in place. "I'm going to have to teach you. I'm going to rearrange that pretty fucking throat until it knows exactly what shape it needs to be for me. My shape. You understand? You're going to open up like a good little boy."
