#offihun

[ayrtoin]

😋😋

[pan33410]

Belly dancer gihun!

Extra!

(I apologize for the photo quality, my phone hasn't been working very well lately)

[headless-doe]

I’m becoming very Masked Officer X Gi-hun pilled.

I know we don’t know really anything about him but he deserves Gi-hun more than his boss.

[456x029]

How i think theyd react to him saying this

[misscandyla]

In the next part of Gihun the Laundress, you could write "gangbang" where everyone fucks Gihun's pussy

Well, maybe! If I write continuously, the flow would be slower, it would take a while for them to agree to share that cookie.

But that doesn't stop me from spoiling you a little, Anon!

Gi-hun held both edges of the tank. There were sets of wet clothes that he should be washing. He should. Not arching his back, moaning like a prostitute, and the sweat from the hot day dripping down his skin.

The salesman lifted his skirt shamelessly (why was he wearing a skirt?! They looked like the ones the other washerwomen wore), gathering it at the generous curve of his butt. Feet pushed his heels apart, exposing his hole to the three men. They inspected it with the same analytical gaze as before.

He felt fingers at his entrance, his clitoris, hidden for years without stimulation, was sensitive to so many fingers exploring, pulling, pushing, rubbing. But he knew it was part of the job. He couldn't move, it was an inspection.

"Keep washing." He heard one of the voices, probably the North Korean's. And so he did. He grabbed a piece with trembling fingers, rubbing weakly, unable to concentrate on anything but the two hands that separated his lips, and the third gently caressing his clitoris. Coarse murmurs he barely understood sounded. And for a second, it seemed like it was over.

Until he felt the first cock enter.

The scream was inevitable, but his mouth was covered. Another order to continue the work, followed by a stimulating slap on the hip. That cheerful voice of the salesman was a mockery to his ears. But what could he do?!

His body was pushed around as he washed. There was no one around, Ssangmun-dong was quieter than ever, and may it remain so. No one can see the inspection of his customers, can see him so helpless as they make their demands, when they see his ability to work, when...

He felt his entrance lubricated by hands. The salesman had come inside him.

He didn't have time to recover when the North Korean penetrated him at once, his forearm passing around his neck and strangling him. He could hear his rapid breathing, the long cock pounding his cervix. Gi-hun could barely stand, his legs trembling, when Haesso came.

He used his hands to support himself, so he wouldn't fall. One more. Just one more. And then they would leave. And he could... he could what? Masturbate? Wash his clothes?

His thoughts were interrupted by the next cock. It entered, stretching his walls like never before. This one didn't stop Gi-hun from screaming, but it grabbed his throat and licked the sweat from his neck, the weirdo. Anyway, Gi-hun couldn't think of anything, he could only hold his body so he wouldn't fall, while being pushed several times against the tank. The obscene smacking of testicles on his thighs brought tears back to his eyes. He was close. So close...

He screamed when the other large hand went to his clitoris, stimulating it constantly. It didn't take many seconds to cum, and at the height of his pleasure, he felt his skin sticky with semen. He didn't know how they managed to cum on his face, but he could barely open his eyes, his eyelashes stuck together.

In-ho stayed inside for a few more seconds, recovering from his own orgasm, before slowly withdrawing.

Haesso kicked a bucket between Gi-hun's legs. And the salesman spread his buttocks, letting the semen of three men drip from that hole.

Gi-hun woke up with a start, his shirt and underwear soaked, panting and confused. It took him a while to recover from this terrible nightmare, which involved showers, headache medicine, and tea.

He never wanted to see those weirdos' faces again.

[mr-stendahl]

OH MY GOD, I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING!

In-ho kept Gi-hun imprisoned after the rebellion, never revealing his face. He kept Gi-hun in jail, with trusted soldiers sending him rationed food, but he had no human contact, chained in a pitch-black cell.

In-ho, however, was in trouble. The VIPs did not like the execution of Player 456, the favorite of the edition. When the games ended, at the subsequent meeting, it was announced that the current Frontman was being removed from office for one or two editions. The VIPs were generous in giving him a vacation (and, if the Masked Officer proved to be a better Frontman, his retirement). Under threat, In-ho could do nothing but leave the island, with no time to take anything, not even Gi-hun.

MO was satisfied with the arrangement. He was delighted with his new quarters, the drinks, the armchair, it was unmatched. However, he was surprised when one of the soldiers asked if he should continue bringing food to player 456.

Confused but curious after hearing the explanation, he went down to the indicated cell. Something told him to take not his mask, but the Frontman's. When he opened it, he found Gi-hun, cowering in the corner, weak, sick, and fragile. The poor player covered his eyes from the "bright" light and just begged for death.

But MO wouldn't let it go like that. Putting the mask on his face, he approached Gi-hun, talking softly, asking if he would behave from now on.

Gi-hun became an unplanned but much-loved acquisition. Frontman was actually a North Korean man, a few years younger. Sexy, firm but respectful with the soldiers, sarcastic in a way that irritated and embarrassed Gi-hun, but he grew accustomed to it over the months they spent together, like Frontman's pet. Staying on his lap when he wasn't working, smoking the cigar he offered him, having sex on any surface they could find...

Of course, there were days when Gi-hun was stunned by the ghosts of the past: Saebyeok, Sangwoo, Jung Bae, Young Il... all who died in these games. But he felt a little better when the Frontman promised to donate part of his prize to the families of Jung Bae and Young Il, so their wives would be safe from any misfortune.

Ohhh!!!!!

Last one for the night ! More tomorrow!

Inho miscalculated how much the VIPs “love” of Gihun.

2 months after the end of the games and Inho was called into a meeting and told that he was on “mandatory” vacation for 1 to 2 years—which could turn into retirement if his second in command the masked officer, turns out to be a better frontman.

Inho asked if he could go back to the island and gather some things but the VIPs denied it, saying they really would rather he leave IMMEDIATELY. The only reason he wasn’t being killed was because he had done good work.

So with no other option Inho leaves and hopes he can go back somehow and take Gihun, hoping the guards will take care of him in the meantime.

Meanwhile the masked officer is having the time of his life being the new frontman. Sure, there’s more work to do but the new quarters, whiskey and power make up for it.

Two days after his promotion, a triangle guard asks him what he would like to do with player 456 who was still imprisoned.

Shocked, the masked officer goes to where Gihun is, surprised to see how thin and pale he looked. Gihun winced at the light and fell to his knees, begging for death.

Cocking his head, the masked officer knelt down and took off his frontman mask, revealing his face. Gihun was shocked because Youngil had revealed his face before—this was not the frontman that he knew which scared him.

But the masked officer just touched his cheek and asked if Gihun would behave for him. Gihun nodded frantically and when the masked officer took off his chains he wrapped his arms around the masked officers neck and sobbed in relief.

From then on, Gihun became the masked officer’s beloved pet. After a few months of eating well and being allowed to exercise, he’s filled out again and his hair is long and starting to curl at the end, which the masked officer loves.

Whenever the masked officer isn’t working, he’ll have Gihun sit on his lap, as they argue back and forth over stuff, usually ending on Gihun huffing and trying to leave but the masked officer just laughs and holds him tighter.

The masked officer loves smoking a cigar and sharing it with Gihun, sometimes taking a long drag before blowing the smoke in Gihun’s mouth before kissing him.

He also LOVES fucking Gihun in every room, in every surface available—the counters, chairs, the table, the floor—everywhere and everywhere and he so loves when Gihun gets on his knees for him and wears a pretty little collar and leash for him to tug.

Of course, Gihun had bad days where the death of his friends haunted him and he would spend the day crying but the masked officer showed him how he donated money to their families so that they wouldn’t suffer any misfortune.

And maybe the masked officer is so happy with his new pet that he takes a picture of Gihun, naked on the floor, collar and leash on, mouth wide open with cum all over his face, and sends it to Inho, saying how happy he was with his new companion.

[evemeli4]

I couldn't pick a Gi-hun's ship to draw for San Valentine's Day, so I drew 7/8 silly drawings that I'll post tomorrow^^

[lenorenevermore99]

The Hero and the Fallen Angel

Chapter 18 - A Union of blood and tears