By Zephyria A Teasing Taste (2)
Their foreheads touched. Baek Ryeo-il lowered his thick eyelashes, closed his eyes, and furrowed his brow.
“……It feels like I’m being devoured.”
Even in the midst of it, his waist didn’t stop. Now, with considerable speed, each movement produced a wet, squelching sound of friction.
The sweetness he tasted for the first time paralyzed all his self-control and reason.
Seong Mu-yeon, pinned beneath him, felt like he was dying.
“Ugh, please. Just a moment…. Stop…… Augh!”
Seong Mu-yeon desperately tried to push him away, struggling to twist free. After writhing for a while, he finally escaped Baek Ryeo-il’s embrace and crawled upwards. The hard weapon that had filled him and caused him so much pain slid out.
‘This isn’t right!’
He would rather choose a dignified death, sitting nobly, than be pierced to death by Baek Ryeo-il like this.
But before he could even escape Baek Ryeo-il’s shadow, a large, hot hand grabbed his waist. He was dragged down, and Baek Ryeo-il’s chest pressed against his back.
“Just a moment!”
Seong Mu-yeon, turning back in haste, felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
“Haa…….”
He discovered that Baek Ryeo-il’s eyes, gripping his waist, were unfocused.
Baek Ryeo-il grabbed Seong Mu-yeon’s waist, who was lying prone, and thrust himself deeply into him in one go.
“Aaaagh!”
Almost instinctively, he slammed against Seong Mu-yeon’s deep inner walls and bit down on his white skin.
In Baek Ryeo-il’s mind, there was nothing left of the Art of the Bedchamber or anything else. Only a beastly desire to keep tasting this ecstatic sensation remained.
“Hey, you bastard! Stop it!”
Seong Mu-yeon’s screams couldn’t escape beyond the walls.
As the warm morning sunlight pierced his eyelids, Baek Ryeo-il opened his eyes. He quickly realized he had overslept and was startled to sit up, but stopped when he felt a heavy weight on his arm.
A pure white nude figure was sleeping with their back to him, using his arm as a pillow. Long, loose hair was spread out on the bed, making the white skin even more prominent. Red marks were visible on the back.
He laid his head back on the bed, recalling the previous night.
Seong Mu-yeon’s condition had worsened, so he had no choice but to perform the Art of the Bedchamber. That was why he had overslept.
‘It wasn’t bad.’
A satisfied smile hung on his lips.
It wasn’t just not bad.
The books made it seem like the act was sacred and reverent. The reality was very different. He had almost lost his mind from the middle onwards, so his memory was hazy, but the feeling was vivid.
‘Especially the sensation of grasping it in my hand.’
Baek Ryeo-il’s free hand clenched in the air.
The sensation remained vividly. The feeling of grabbing and suppressing the wildly bouncing waist, the way it twitched in his hand.
The whimpering moans that were suppressed but inevitably leaked out…….
The touch that scratched down his spine…….
Everything was so stimulating. It was a continuous series of thrills, like colorful fireworks exploding one after another.
Yesterday, Seong Mu-yeon, who had been pale like a freshly dead corpse, had regained his color.
Baek Ryeo-il unconsciously reached out and touched the white skin, causing the sleeping body to stir.
Seong Mu-yeon slowly turned around. His hazy eyes were full of sleepiness. His gaze naturally turned to Baek Ryeo-il, who was lying next to him.
“You’re awake?”
Baek Ryeo-il asked leisurely. His fingertips touched the nape of his neck, gently stroking the marks he had left the previous night.
The lingering effects of the passionate night were still present. He thought Seong Mu-yeon would be the same, but…….
Seong Mu-yeon’s eyes widened as he looked at him. His face was distorted in a fierce scowl, full of contempt.
“What’s wrong?”
“You ask me what’s wrong, now…….”
Seong Mu-yeon slowly raised his upper body. Long hair cascaded over his face. His gaze turned to one side. There, Baek Ryeo-il’s sword was leaning against the wall.
“Why the sword……?”
Seong Mu-yeon staggered to the wall and grabbed the sword.
“I’m going to kill you…….”
“Who?”
“Who else but you! Baek Ryeo-il, you!”
Seong Mu-yeon aggressively raised the sword and charged. But before he could even reach the bed, he collapsed to the floor like a puppet with severed strings. The sword slipped from his hand and fell near the bed.
“Wh-what! What’s wrong with you!”
Seong Mu-yeon, still lying face down, didn’t even think about getting up and muttered darkly.
“I’m an idiot for believing you were a Taoist family. How could you do this?”
He groaned and raised his body. He looked around with fierce eyes, searching for the sword. Baek Ryeo-il hurriedly kicked the sword at his feet under the bed.
“H-hey, hey……. C-calm down.”
Seong Mu-yeon roared savagely like a wild animal.
“Don’t you dare come near me! I’ll die, I swear!”
“Not kill me?”
“I would have gladly done it if I had the strength! But I don’t, so what can I do!”
Seong Mu-yeon shrieked and then fell back as if he had lost all his strength. Seong Mu-yeon’s eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, became moist.
“……How many times did I tell you to stop.”
Baek Ryeo-il flinched and stopped, unable to take a single step closer.
“D-did you?”
Last night, no matter how much he begged, Baek Ryeo-il didn’t listen. No, it was as if he couldn’t hear anything at all. Even if it was his first experience and he was out of his mind, there were limits. How could he violate someone like that?
“……Thank you for helping me. Yes……. Really.”
It was exactly like the saying, ‘Different minds when going to the bathroom and when coming back.’
Last night, Seong Mu-yeon had clearly welcomed Baek Ryeo-il’s presence. He had even felt a slight flutter in his heart because there was someone who would reach out to him without hesitation in a dangerous moment when his illness was worsening.
But that lifeline was a rotten rope.
No, it was strong enough for someone to climb, but it was coated with poison, causing the palms of his hands to be torn.
‘Damn it.’
He had clearly asked for help, so why did he feel so bad? A person shouldn’t be like this. He should be grateful for saving his life.
But Baek Ryeo-il shouldn’t have been like that either. He shouldn’t have put treatment aside and indulged his desires with someone who was sick. It was like rescuing him from drowning and then slapping him in the face without even asking for his belongings.
In addition to the subtle unpleasantness, there was something else that made him feel even worse.
‘My body feels better, damn it!’
His body felt much lighter. The body, which had been so precarious yesterday that he felt like he was about to die, had regained some stability. Muscle pain was a separate issue, though.
Seong Mu-yeon seemed to understand the principle roughly. It seemed to be a similar effect to a kind of marrow cleansing. Marrow cleansing was a great technique that involved injecting inner force into the opponent’s body to wash away the impurities accumulated in the body. However, not just anyone could do it carelessly. If the compatibility was even slightly off, it could distort the qi and blood and make the body even worse.
Instead of directly injecting inner force, physical intimacy was an act that reduced the risk by exchanging energy in a roundabout way, mixing breaths and touching bodies. Thanks to this, he was getting a similar effect, albeit slightly.
‘If there hadn’t been any effect, I would have pulled out his hair…….’
Considering the pain he had endured last night, shouldn’t it have been normal for there to be no effect?
How could his body feel so light as if he was flying!
He felt even dirtier, but he couldn’t get angry.
Tears streamed down Seong Mu-yeon’s eyes. Baek Ryeo-il flinched and glanced at him.
“D-does it hurt a lot?”
“If you’re curious, there’s a way to find out. You can experience it yourself.”
Baek Ryeo-il closed his mouth.
He seemed to realize his mistake. He whined like a dog that needed to pee and only looked at him.
“No, well……. I really did wrong, but there’s also a somewhat unfair side to it.”
Seong Mu-yeon snorted.
“What’s unfair? Let’s hear it. If it’s nonsense, I’ll immediately call the Mazincheon Headmaster and tell them everything you’ve done and throw you into the Repentance Cave.”
“No, well……. I mean…….”
Baek Ryeo-il drooped his eyebrows, awkwardly shrugging his shoulders.
“To be honest, it felt so good that I lost control.”
“……What did you say?”
Seong Mu-yeon doubted his ears.
“It’s because you were too lewd. Why were you making lewd noises during sacred water lily fragrance?”
In an instant, the expression disappeared from Seong Mu-yeon’s face.
Who was he blaming right now?
He had overlooked the fact that Baek Ryeo-il was a virgin. He hadn’t considered the possibility that he would act like a hormonal teenager at the slightest stimulation.
‘Right…….’
Seong Mu-yeon decided to feel sorry for him.
“It’s a relief, though. There won’t be a next time.”
Seong Mu-yeon vowed never to make the same mistake as yesterday again. This time, Jang Han-soo had suddenly suffered from Qi deviation, so he had no choice, but how often would that happen? Haha!
Baek Ryeo-il hesitated and asked at his tone that seemed to have reached enlightenment.
“But……. Was I that bad?”
Seong Mu-yeon answered immediately.
“Yes.”
“How bad was I?”
“So bad that I wouldn’t want to dream about it even after dying and being reborn.”
“…….”
Baek Ryeo-il’s eyes twitched.