By Zephyria 
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“Do you want to lie down too, Jin Mu-hae?”
He asks as if he’s offering a bite of something delicious. I let out a hollow laugh at the absurdity of it, and he follows suit, thinking I’m enjoying myself—what a piece of work.
I want to tell him to stop messing around and get up, but I don’t want to distort that face that looks so genuinely happy.
Come to think of it, didn’t he wait quietly in his own way when everyone went into the study? He drove me crazy by leaving the room in that state, but in his own way, he did make an effort.
…Or did he? Maybe my expectations for him are just too low. The more I chew on it, the more these trivial things start to seem commendable.
Mu-hae tried to organize the scattered thoughts floating through his mind and lay down beside him.
Joo-oh’s curled-up body unraveled slowly, and as if he had been waiting for this, he wrapped his arms around Mu-hae’s waist and clung to him.
“Let go.”
“Haha. No.”
For a pile of laundry, it didn’t smell particularly strange. Part of it was because someone had picked out only the clothes that weren’t dirty, but since he washed and changed often, there was no time for a foul odor to linger or soak in.
Perhaps that’s why there was no particular feeling of repulsion. Mu-hae used his fingertip to press down on the beaming face, whose eyes were now almost closed.
The soft cheek sank in, and Joo-oh burst into laughter again. “Hahaha!”
“Jin Mu-hae. You’re playing with my face again.”
“You do it too.”
When he replied indifferently, a spark seemed to glimmer in those red eyes. Then, a sweet scent drifted close.
Something damp and soft brushed ticklishly against his lower lip. This damn brat was sticking out his tongue to lick and taste him.
“You call this playing?”
“I like Jin Mu-hae.”
“You’re doing this knowing exactly what you’re doing, aren’t you?”
“Mmm.”
Even though it was nothing special, the area above his neck grew hot. It felt as if electricity were coursing down his waist.
Feeling hands fidgeting behind his back, Mu-hae lightly bumped his forehead against the other’s.
It didn’t hurt, but the other party didn’t seem to feel the impact at all. Then again, considering his true form, even if he were hit with a rock instead of a human skull, he’d probably just rub it and say, ‘Oh, you hit me.’
He’s too arrogant; this won’t do. Mu-hae cupped the irritating face in his hand and bit the flickering tongue.
Joo-oh blinked, then melted into a goofy smile, his lips parting slightly.
Soft, slippery, damp, and warm mucous membranes. The sensation, felt for the first time in a long while, tickled his ears.
Opening his eyes slightly, he saw thick eyelashes trembling. The eyes, neither fully closed nor open, looked long and elegant, as if drawn.
“I missed you.”
The moment he heard those murmured words, Mu-hae’s heart thudded as if it had been pierced, and he unconsciously stroked the other’s hair.
Teacher Jung, CEO Gil, the public disgrace, the West Wind—everything else melted away from his mind like snow.
He remembered the black shadow crouching among the thick bushes. The pointed animal ears that twitched, trying to catch his voice, and the sound of him crying like he was hiccuping.
The feeling of wandering aimlessly, being called a madman, just to find him…
“Then you shouldn’t have run away.”
Though he scolded him with a harsh tone, he couldn’t bring himself to push further. He thought it was natural for Joo-oh to act defensively when suddenly faced with an Aberrant, but the memory of those red eyes staring at the cold blade still lingered.
Joo-oh mumbled something dissatisfied and nudged his head, as if asking for more petting.
The soft ears and the eyebrows, which had turned redder than before, were utterly delightful. Mu-hae embraced him, inhaling the scent he hadn’t smelled for a long time deep into his lungs.
Come to think of it, was this the first time since that day that he had lifted his clothes and touched him like this? It wasn’t so much for a specific purpose, but the smooth, warm skin felt so good that he found himself touching it.
Joo-oh groaned and buried his face in Mu-hae’s chest. The sound of slightly labored breathing felt ticklish against his neck.
When he first picked him up, he never imagined he’d be petting such a strange guy, let alone living with him for this long.
He hadn’t known he’d learn about things like Return flights, or that Joo-oh would step foot into a formal residential area and get this bold. Thinking back, what he had considered a cool-headed judgment was merely the complacency of someone who didn’t know his own fate or the path ahead.
“Jin Mu-hae.”
Joo-oh peeked his head up and spoke again.
“Are you not working now?”
“I am. Do you think the defense force goes there to play?”
You’re the one who actually plays. He swallowed the words that almost escaped and looked away.
Joo-oh was asking about the Return flight. Since he had returned, Mu-hae hadn’t visited the hideout, let alone the Jaegang District.
Despite always having a vacant expression, he grasped the situation quite well. He should just pick one: either be quick-witted or slow.
Jin Mu-hae rubbed the soft hair, quickly diverting Joo-oh’s attention elsewhere.
“Hng.”
Every time his fingertips touched the scalp, the not-so-small body flinched noticeably. Seeming to like the way he was being touched, Joo-oh immediately forgot the question he had asked and let out a panting sound.
“My neck too. Hmm? My stomach and waist too.”
“Do you think I have three hands?”
When Mu-hae grabbed the nape of his neck and stroked down, he started purring loudly. Suddenly, he began flailing his legs, and when Mu-hae looked to see what he was doing, he was shaking off his pants in an instant.
Bare legs without a single scratch wrapped tightly around him. Only then did Joo-oh giggle, as if he were finally comfortable.
“What. You want me to touch your legs too?”
“Everything. Do it all.”
He was the type of creature who loved to cling anywhere if he was being touched. Even if it wasn’t specifically for ‘mating,’ Joo-oh would unconsciously rub his body against others.
Knowing that, Mu-hae had pushed him away whenever he tried to cuddle. But perhaps because it had been so long, his lower abdomen felt tight and hard.
It was strange. After seeing Joo-oh’s mutated form, he had inevitably become a different entity in Mu-hae’s mind compared to the past.
And yet, as if his body refused to believe he was the slaughterer of that day, the mere contact of skin caused heat to surge.
His heart pounded relentlessly. His insides felt hot and churning, as if he had swallowed some chemical agent.
His vision narrowed until he could only see what was right in front of him, and there was only that handsome face, melting with pleasure.
“Ah, nng.”
When Mu-hae pulled up the loose top and bit into the skin, the body clinging to him trembled instantly. Mu-hae nibbled several times around the prominent ribs before moving his hand to the chest.
As he lightly pinched and twisted the protruding nipple, the area between the legs touching him became hard without any intention of hiding it.
“I like it…”
Why did an expression he’d heard so often feel so sweet now? It felt as if all the blood heating the tips of his ears was rushing downward.
Though he had never said it aloud, even in his dreams, Jin Mu-hae had some dark thoughts over the past few weeks.
Instead of waiting for Joo-oh to return, should he set a trap and catch him with a Taser? Or, since the guy seemed to trust and eat whatever he was given, should he throw a handful of sleeping pills or a paralytic agent his way?
He had even imagined that once he returned, he would soak him in all sorts of dopamine so he’d never think of running away again. He’d leave the TV on 24 hours a day, provide all sorts of cheap food, and rub his head whenever he had a chance, just to engrave in him that he couldn’t enjoy such luxuries if he left the house.
Even if Mu-hae made another mistake and he tried to flee, he wanted Joo-oh to find sleeping and drinking water and playing idly in the forest so boring that he’d come crawling back.
He had discarded the capture methods, thinking they were too much, but keeping Joo-oh tied down didn’t seem like such a wicked thing, no matter how much he considered it.
As he kneaded the inner thigh with all his might, the touching body trembled violently. The feeling of damp underwear against his arm filled him with a very visceral sense of satisfaction from within.
“You said you like my scent.”
“Nng… yes.”
“Then you should come and sniff me. Why are you stealing someone else’s clothes like you’re hiding emergency funds? Where were you planning to carry them off to?”
Truly, he obeyed readily when told to do such things. Joo-oh’s chest rose and fell repeatedly as he took deep breaths.
He had never been told he smelled bad anywhere, yet Joo-oh was so intoxicated by the faint scent that his eyes grew unfocused.
“Aa, hng.”
As Mu-hae moved his hand sliding toward the buttocks, a firm forearm pressed heavily against his own member.
It didn’t seem like he had come yet, but his front was becoming wet with slippery fluid. Joo-oh let out a moan, overwhelmed by the heat.
“More. Harder.”
“Kh… haa.”
He was thrashing and rubbing his crotch against Mu-hae’s leg. Mu-hae scratched his neck and breathed heavily, the stimulation making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“Stay… still.”
Clink. The pants he had worn relatively neatly in case someone came were ruthlessly undone, spilling their contents. His own underwear was equally damp.
Joo-oh’s thighs rubbed tightly against the member that looked as if it would burst through the thin fabric at any moment.
Ah, fuck. A curse escaped his lips involuntarily. Mu-hae narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth, barely suppressing a groan.
He gripped the soft buttocks as if to crush them and pulled down Joo-oh’s underwear with all his strength.
Perhaps he had been too rough. With a rip, the feeling of stitching snapping occurred, and the piece of fabric he had bought not long ago tore.
“I could have just taken them off. You tore them.”
“Wear mine then.”
He said it, but he had no intention of lending them. It wasn’t that sharing underwear with him was dirty, but rather he felt a sudden surge of irritation, wondering if the other would walk around in loose underwear and have them slip off somewhere.
Believing this, Joo-oh stopped grumbling and returned to panting. As Mu-hae pulled out the swollen member, the indented waistline twitched.
“Ah, ugh…”
Just because he’d touched him for the first time in a while, he came the moment their skin met. Slippery fluid drenched Mu-hae’s hand.
“Relax your legs.”
“Nng, hng…”
Despite trembling, Joo-oh eventually spread his legs. Mu-hae fumbled around the perineum with his wet hand until he found the softly relaxed hole.
Compared to before, when it had been tightly closed, it was so soft that his fingertip felt as if it were being swallowed just by pressing in.
“Did you touch here?”
“No… just Jin Mu-hae… fuuu…”
For someone who always clung to him saying he liked it, he was a guy who never even showed signs of playing with himself.
For a moment, Mu-hae’s eyebrows arched, but the other had been an Aberrant for over a month and had been stuck to him ever since returning to this form.
“Because I wanted to mate with Jin Mu-hae… quickly…”
Joo-oh cautiously checked his reaction and pushed off the remaining scrap of underwear from his ankle.
The reddish, flushed tip and the twitching hole were visible in his sight with dizzying clarity.
While realizing once again that he was not a normal human, the excitement refused to subside.
The guy who had just thrown on any random clothes happened to be wearing socks, and the sight of the white fabric covering the ankle bones filled Mu-hae with a damp, heavy desire.
“Touch me inside too.”
Before the inner flesh could even speak, Jin Mu-hae pressed down on the flat stomach and climbed on top of him.
193 – Became a monstrous entity in a dead game