Every Meal - Extra 3: Starring in a Short Film (Part 2)

Translator: Deyonna

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Bang—

Clang—

The baskets and cardboard boxes on the counter were knocked to the ground by a thick arm.

And that arm easily scooped up the young customer, who was smaller and fairer, and placed him on the counter.

"Mmm!"

Then the young man's slightly opened little mouth, due to surprise, was blocked by the dry, thick lips. The butcher took advantage of the customer's lack of reaction and parted his soft lips with his tongue, roughly and savagely stirring it around in the young man's mouth.

"Chup... Mmnng…"

In the empty and quiet shop, the only sound was the sound of water and their lips and tongues entwining.

"Mn...you…"

After the young customer had been kissed for a while, he seemed to finally react and weakly pushed the man's chest with his small hands.

"Why... why did you kiss me!"

He covered his mouth in panic, but his little face had turned red, which made the butcher's eyes sparkle with desire, wanting to kiss him again.

"Didn't you say earlier that you didn't have any money to pay?"

At least the butcher restrained his inner desire and said in a hoarse voice.

"One kiss, for the vegetable's bill."

The young customer didn't seem to notice the loophole in the butcher's words. A moment ago, he obviously said he was going to give him the vegetables. Why does he need to pay for it now?

He was embarrassed and flustered at the moment and just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. He pushed the man away and tried to jump off the counter.

"After... after the kiss, can I leave?"

He wasn't very tall, but he could still reach the ground with his toes.

However, the man in front of him was too tall and strong, like a wall that couldn't be pushed away.

He tried to push again, but the chest under his palm was hard and flexible, reminding him of the touch of his favorite toy figurine in his house. After the young man's few pushes, he felt like his fingers were stuck in it and he was reluctant to leave.

"The vegetable bill has been paid…"

The little hands on his chest were like feathers, scratching and tickling him. The butcher lifted his big palm and pressed the young man's small hand against his chest, his body still firmly blocking him.

"But the meat bill hasn't been paid yet."

The young man's eyes widened.

"Y-you still want more?"

His lips, already reddened and moistened by the previous kiss, slightly parted in surprise and embarrassment, making him look so adorable that it was almost illegal.

The man couldn't resist his desire any longer and attacked him again, biting the young man's soft and tender lips and exploring his mouth with his tongue, recklessly licking and sucking, making him moan repeatedly.

At the same time, the butcher's hand didn't stop either.

He consciously rubbed his hand on the pants seam, feeling with his hand the young man's slender and soft waist.

His fingers eagerly slipped into the waistband of the young man's pants, pulling down the layer of peach pink shirt around his waist, just like peeling off the soft and thin skin of a juicy peach, effortlessly touching the smooth and slippery flesh.

"Mmm!"

The rough touch made the customer's body tremble, and while kissing, soft moans escaped his little lips.

The butcher quickly deepened the kiss, entangling his little tongue even deeper, making the young customer unable to realize the changes in his body. The butcher also easily slipped his hand into the shirt, tracing every inch of his skin until he reached the soft and cute peach tips on his chest.

Each one on one side stood upright under his gentle but firm kneading and poked into his palm.

"Ya ah...no…"

The tingling sensation on the young man's chest made him unable to ignore it anymore. Similarly, the hard object against his leg made him panic and want to close his legs.

"Don't be afraid."

The butcher gently shushed and coaxed the little bunny into his arms.

"Look, you're also hard. How nice."

The man reluctantly withdrew one hand from the attractive peach tips and temporarily left it, unfastening the buckle on the peach stem and sticking it onto the trembling little peach branch that had stood up.

"You like it too, don't you?"

The young customer couldn't control his natural physical reaction and could only shake his head in panic. "I-I don't!"

His eyes were moist, as if he didn't know how he ended up like this, feeling flustered and helpless.

"Okay, okay, okay, if you don't like it, it's me that likes it."

The butcher didn't dare to say much, afraid of scaring the man away. He could only gently stroke the little peach branch with his hand while comforting the treasure in his arms.

"Good boy, don't be afraid. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Wu, can you let me go?"

The young man didn't know how things had escalated to this point. He pitifully grabbed the man's leather apron, trying to beg for mercy and escape from him.

But maybe the previous movements were too intense. The knot around the man's neck gradually loosened as the young man struggled until there was a soft "thump" sound.

The whole thing fell down.

Revealing a honey-colored bare chest.

"Now...do you still want to leave?"

The butcher looked down at his torn apron with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"There are more things to pay for."

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