By Zephyria The Inevitable (5)
“Does it hurt?”
“Haa… No…”
A bead of sweat that had formed on Baek Ryeo-il’s nose dripped onto Seong Mu-yeon’s cheek.
Neither cold nor hot, it was the same body temperature.
Baek Ryeo-il had now regained some composure.
Penetrating Seong Mu-yeon’s tight inner walls was satisfying enough. But he wanted to see Seong Mu-yeon cry out with unbearable moans. He wanted him to stiffen again and spill his seed.
He grasped and shook Seong Mu-yeon’s now hardened member.
Baek Ryeo-il tried several times, varying the angle of insertion. Eventually, he elicited a shrill scream from Seong Mu-yeon.
“Ugh…? Ah, ah! Wait… Ah!”
Just a little more.
The veins in Baek Ryeo-il’s forearm, which was bracing against the bed, bulged.
“Ugh… ! Ugh, ah!”
Seong Mu-yeon dug his fingernails into his firm forearm. But he couldn’t leave a scratch on the skin over the taut muscles.
The louder the cries became, the more Baek Ryeo-il had to endure. To keep from breaking the pale man crying beneath him. This man who would crumble and disappear like a cookie with just a little force.
He was constantly stimulated by hearing, sight, and touch. The soft, moist inner walls twitched and sucked him in. The slender legs hanging over his thighs wandered aimlessly, and the pale body rose and fell with his movements.
Everything returned to him as a striking stimulus.
Even his already swollen manhood throbbed as if it would burst without knowing its limits.
“Ah, aah! Ah, aah… !”
Soon Baek Ryeo-il began to thrust passionately.
His tightly closed jaw hardened. His fingertips, bracing against the bed to support his weight and the force of his thrusts, were pressed white.
At this moment, nothing else mattered.
Baek Ryeo-il gasped and swallowed Seong Mu-yeon’s breath. The two were connected above and below, pulling each other in.
Baek Ryeo-il could no longer catch his breath. He inhaled and exhaled short, raw breaths. At this moment, he was not a Taoist who always had to refine his inner and outer self. He was just a beast craving this sweet sensation.
The crimson, large, and hideous phallus penetrated rapidly.
It was a pleasure so intense it was frightening.
It was like a tremor.
“Ah, aaaaah…”
“Ugh…”
The two reached their climax simultaneously.
A thick, viscous stream of ejaculate filled Seong Mu-yeon’s depths.
“Haa… Haa…”
Seong Mu-yeon looked down with blurred vision. He, too, had spilled white fluid on his abdomen. It was still twitching and rubbing against Baek Ryeo-il’s abs.
As the heightened pleasure ebbed away like a tide, Seong Mu-yeon shuddered with a sense of exhaustion as if his body was sinking. For some reason, his chest felt cold.
He waited for Baek Ryeo-il to withdraw. But Baek Ryeo-il, as if not even trying to hide his rough breathing, pressed his forehead against Seong Mu-yeon’s forehead.
“Seong Mu-yeon…”
Passionate black eyes stared deeply into Seong Mu-yeon. Soon their lips met again.
It was different from the kiss they had shared in the middle of their encounter. If that was a meal to fill their bellies, this was closer to dessert. An act of savoring and enjoying.
Baek Ryeo-il slowly stirred inside him without withdrawing. The whitish fluid that had filled his interior slipped out.
Seong Mu-yeon had already forgotten the exhaustion that had made his chest feel cold. He clung to the lingering afterglow of the fading pleasure.
Finally, when all the breathing and heat had subsided.
“Your face is red.”
Baek Ryeo-il opened his mouth.
“So is yours.”
Seong Mu-yeon grumbled, feeling embarrassed for no reason. But Baek Ryeo-il, as if he didn’t know what shame was, calmly scrutinized his face. They were so close that their noses kept brushing. He didn’t seem like someone who had just passionately engaged in carnal relations.
‘…How can a man’s skin be so soft?’
Baek Ryeo-il was taking another look at Seong Mu-yeon’s features. His eyebrows and eyelashes were all so fine that they gave a lighter impression compared to charcoal.
The reddened corners of his eyes were moist.
“…You’re heavy. Get off me now.”
“Ah, just stay still.”
He stroked his wet eyelashes. Seong Mu-yeon flinched slightly. The touching cheeks were slightly ticklish. Now that he looked, he noticed fine white hairs. He felt those hairs with the sensitive surface of his lips.
“What are you doing?”
“You have peach fuzz. And you’re not even a child.”
“Whatever…”
Seong Mu-yeon snapped back irritably. But he didn’t seem to be in a bad mood. He looked stable and comfortable.
Baek Ryeo-il felt strangely proud.
‘Of course. What is there that I can’t do?’
“How’s your body?”
Seong Mu-yeon let out a grand sigh.
It had definitely gotten better. To the point where it was comparable to before. No, he hadn’t felt this light in recent years.
“I can tell just by looking at your face. It’s much better, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, well. It’s annoying, but it is.”
“I knew it. There’s nothing I can’t do.”
“Yes, yes. I received a lot of help.”
Baek Ryeo-il had heard a lot of lewd nonsense while drinking heavily at taverns in the marketplace. Things like, ‘After two people sleep together, they become closer than ten-year friends,’ and ‘It shows.’ He didn’t know what they meant then, but now he thought he did.
Seeing and touching each other’s naked bodies and spending the night together was not as simple as he had thought.
Baek Ryeo-il, who had thought it was just like applying medicine or wrapping a bandage, admitted his mistake.
Just sleeping together, with their vital spots exposed and their bodies pressed together, and all resistance completely disappeared.
He could understand why Seong Mu-yeon was so shocked to some extent.
A languid sense of satisfaction enveloped him.
At the same time, Seong Mu-yeon thought.
‘…Not bad?’
As time went by, his diseased body only gradually worsened. It felt like living with a bomb that could explode at any moment. It was the first time in years that he had tasted such a refreshing feeling.
If the pain of his buttocks splitting in two like the first time had continued, he didn’t know, but Baek Ryeo-il’s skills had definitely improved. It didn’t hurt, so wasn’t it the icing on the cake?
‘I should use him often in the future.’
The next day, the Seomun Head of Family and his wife prepared a grand banquet to treat Seong Mu-yeon and Baek Ryeo-il.
“Young Master Seomun. Don’t bother our benefactors and just greet them before quietly returning to your room. Do you understand?”
“Yes…”
Seomun Yuha was completely deflated. Madam Seomun was concerned that her immature son was subdued after being scolded so much, but she turned sharply and went to sit in her seat.
However, Seomun Yuha was not discouraged by such things. Ever since he learned that his family had almost been wiped out because of what he had done last night, the goosebumps on his arms had not gone away.
‘I was crazy.’
As soon as he returned, he threw away, smashed, and burned all of his collections.
As he sat slumped for a while, the door to the Blue Hall opened.
“Oh my, Young master! Taoist! Have you arrived! Please, sit down.”
Seomun Hak jumped up from his seat and greeted the guests. Behind the tall man with broad shoulders, Seong Mu-yeon appeared with a gaunt face.
“…Young master, are you not feeling well? Was the bed uncomfortable?”
“Ah, no. No.”
Seong Mu-yeon shook his head and went to sit down. Seomun Yuha’s eyes, watching him, became moist.
‘…He must have suffered because of the battle yesterday!’
He would never forget Seong Mu-yeon’s appearance last night for the rest of his life. Seong Mu-yeon, who showed such high-level martial arts despite his sickly body, left a deep impression.
‘So… Cool!’
Seomun Yuha couldn’t take his eyes off Seong Mu-yeon throughout the banquet.
In some ways, Seong Mu-yeon and he had a lot in common. They were both born with constitutions that made it difficult to learn martial arts.
As the atmosphere ripened, Seomun Yuha slyly picked up his chair and moved it next to Seong Mu-yeon.
“Young Master Seong, please accept a drink from me.”
“I can’t drink.”
Seong Mu-yeon politely refused, but he did not return to his seat. Instead, he rested his arm on the table and stared intently at Seong Mu-yeon with an overly burdensome gaze. His dense eyelashes fluttered incessantly.
“Come to think of it, Young Master Seong… You have really good skin.”
He was good at flattery.
Then, Seomun Yuha’s gaze suddenly reached the back of Seong Mu-yeon. His face, which had been constantly smiling, hardened.
“Huh?”
When Seong Mu-yeon turned around, Baek Ryeo-il was just chugging alcohol from a bottle.
“What’s wrong, Young Master Seomun?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
Seomun Yuha smiled awkwardly and changed the subject. Seong Mu-yeon, who had no idea that Baek Ryeo-il had threatened him last night that if he blabbed about what he had seen today, he would beat him so badly that his own parents wouldn’t recognize him, just tilted his head.
That’s right. Seomun Yuha had been silenced.