By Zephyria 
“Jin Mu, hae, hng, hik…… it feels good, hah……!”
“Huu…… hu……!”
Always the same words, the same reaction. Yet, no matter how many times he heard them, he never grew tired of the sensation.
He was already weary of a daily routine where the same things repeated endlessly, so there was no reason to dislike a favor that was so clearly visible.
Perhaps that was why, suddenly, he hoped he was the same to Joo-oh. He couldn’t even imagine a Joo-oh who said he was bored of Jin Mu-hae, but still…
He was a fellow who loved new things. A fool who would jump around in excitement, eyes sparkling at things he had never seen, heard, or tasted.
Perhaps that was why he had played along and accepted Joo-oh, who would approach him eagerly whenever he wore unfamiliar clothes.
Even if it wounded his pride to admit it, he wanted to be the only person in the position of someone Joo-oh couldn’t help but love.
“Haa, ngh! Jin Mu-hae…… I want to see…….”
As Mu-hae trapped him in his arms and fucked him, Joo-oh squirmed for a long while. He kept his head buried deep enough to soak Mu-hae’s chest, only lifting his head shakily after some time.
Flushed with excitement, his ears, nose, and cheeks were all red and damp. The struggle in his unfocused eyes to somehow capture Mu-hae’s image was quite cute.
Mu-hae supported the nape of his neck and blocked his mumbling mouth with his tongue. The slightly plump lips yielded softly under the pressure.
“Mmph, hiek……!”
Squeeze. He pressed the blunt tip of his member as deep into the inner walls as possible. Sweet breaths flowed into his mouth.
No matter where he pressed or poked, Joo-oh always reacted with consistent, fluttering tremors, but he panted exceptionally harder when the cock was shoved to its limit.
The faint, strange growling sound he made unconsciously was also a reaction he showed when he felt good, wasn’t it?
“Come to think of it, huu, you.”
“Hik, haaa…….”
“I believe I told you not to follow people just because they offer you snacks, or, kkh, to stop grinning like an idiot.”
“I didn’t, nng, I didn’t.”
“You did. Haah…….”
He didn’t want to nitpick over a trivial matter, especially something Joo-oh had willingly acted out for the sake of infiltration.
Still, it kept sticking in his throat in a childish and petty way. The image of him rubbing faces and blinking seductively at a researcher who hadn’t even been told his name by the Experiments.
Mu-hae slapped the pressed buttocks with a loud smack. The hole twitched and tightened, and the elastic flesh bounced slightly upward.
The pleasure of the tight, pulling sensation caused deep creases to form between his brows. Unable to hold back, he thrust upward several times, and the soft buttocks pounded down like a pestle.
Eventually, he let out a low groan he had been suppressing. Goosebumps rose to the top of his head, and his vision seemed to flash.
“Hng! Uuu, u…….”
When Joo-oh lost human language and began to mumble, it was time to release the accumulated desire.
He slammed the member, which had partially withdrawn, back in hard. The sensation of forcing his way to the very end snapped his sanity.
Joo-oh, who could no longer call anyone’s name and could only pant with his head tossing, convulsed several times as if struck by lightning.
Simultaneously, the already narrow inner walls irregularly sucked and squeezed the base of the cock. A pleasure that pierced the brain, an intense stimulation that felt like searing his spine.
“Kkh! Hng……!”
The precarious pleasure finally crossed the threshold. Mu-hae inhaled sharply, his legs stiffening.
His eyes rolled back for a moment, and for a brief second, even his memory cut out.
Unable to withdraw from the inside, he ejaculated lavishly. Even then, the afterglow remained, leaving him trembling and groaning.
Beee——.
Only after the long ringing in his ears subsided could Mu-hae feel the body pressed tightly against him again.
“Nng, hng, hng…….”
Joo-oh had his eyes half-closed, his chest heaving. As if the stimulation hadn’t faded, he panted heavily with his tongue slightly poking out.
“Huk, hng, Jin, Jin Mu, h.”
The way he barely managed to mutter was so close to being completely mindless that Mu-hae almost wanted to wave a hand in front of his eyes.
Joo-oh trembled for a long time, like a hiccup, before finally sagging and spitting out his remaining words.
“Hold me.”
As if it weren’t enough, even though he was already being held. Mu-hae didn’t hesitate to hug him tightly, curling the large body into himself.
He wrapped around him as if shielding him from the outside world. In an environment entirely surrounded by Jin Mu-hae, Joo-oh gave a satisfied, silly smile.
White fluid leaked slowly from the red junction that had not yet separated.
“I’m going to live with Jin Mu-hae.”
“I never, haah, told you to go anywhere.”
“I want to stay with Jin Mu-hae forever.”
“I told you, I never kicked you out.”
While the fellow, still out of it, continued to mutter only what he wanted to say, Jin Mu-hae gave steady, meaningless replies.
He meant it. With strength that could snap trees with bare hands, senses more acute than a radar, and a mind that remembered almost everything perfectly—though how he used it was the problem—and an appearance that drew the eye.
No fool would let go of such a useful partner. And even if that weren’t the case, he could no longer imagine a daily life without him.
Since he likes me this much, is there any reason to dislike him? If some crazy bastard like Jackal had said they liked him, he would have pulled out a gun, but Mu-hae thought such things quite confidently.
Having thought so, the one in his arms became so precious that he wanted to lock him away, and he stroked the round back of the head several times.
Twitch. Before he knew it, his member swelled. At the increasing volume forcing its way inside, Joo-oh’s breathing, which had calmed slightly, began to quicken again.
“Why, should I stop?”
Joo-oh shook his head violently without a word.
“Do it slowly?”
“No.”
He had asked thinking Joo-oh might say no. The gaze that peeked up and answered hurriedly was desperate.
He was always grateful for his stamina, which others whispered was like a monster’s. Mu-hae gripped the damp waist with his large hand and began the rough movements once more.
“Hiek, hik, because it’s, ……new.”
“Haah, kkh…….”
“A new, nng, hng, ending, hah……!”
Joo-oh, who was saying more nonsense, was overwhelmed by the pleasure and broke.
Mu-hae adjusted his hold on him several times, pounding his waist until the sofa screamed.
Unstoppable stamina is a double-edged sword. Mu-hae let out a small sigh as he tossed the broken sofa armrest into a corner.
It hadn’t been long since he changed the bed, yet the sofa was already a mess. He felt like he hadn’t been that chaotic, but considering the height of the person who had been on top of him, he didn’t feel entirely wronged.
Thanks to that, the interior of the house on Starlight Road had unintentionally changed a bit. First, the study had become a state where he could never let anyone in again, and most of the furniture in the large living-room-cum-bedroom had been changed or was scheduled to be changed.
Moreover, the lingering scent was completely different. All because of the fellow currently lying there, purring while using someone’s arm as a pillow.
Mu-hae poked the one who was kicking his feet with a look of absolute happiness.
Why? Round eyes rolled as if asking. Mu-hae replied, gesturing toward his arm where sensation was slowly disappearing.
“We have to go to Sakdal.”
“Hng.”
A subtle reaction. He was reluctant to leave this moment, but at the same time, it would be a waste of an opportunity to see Sakdal if he just stayed lying down forever.
Sorry, but he wasn’t going there for pleasure; regardless of Joo-oh’s feelings, he had to meet the client.
As if he recognized that fact, Joo-oh sprang up without even using his hands to push off the floor.
The look as he briefly glanced down at his own wrist contained a small disappointment. When Mu-hae glanced to see if he was hurt, there wasn’t a scratch, let alone a red mark.
“Get dressed. And don’t grin like an idiot when we get there.”
“Can I talk?”
“What for?”
Seeing that no answer came, it seemed he was thinking deeply about the reason.
It was only natural that he wouldn’t understand. Because it was just meaningless spite.
Still, Joo-oh had improved slightly, whether he had tact now or not. His face showed that he quickly realized the words just thrown were not a definite command or warning.
“I want to eat, too.”
Eat ‘too’? That meant he intended to chatter, laugh, and eat heartily. Mu-hae didn’t bother to point it out and just packed his bag.
This time, he had the upper hand. There was no need to worry about being caught up in Cheong’s tricks.
“A bit faster than I expected?”
Beyond the door encountered after turning three times in the central corridor. In the middle of an office slightly smaller than usual, Cheong gave a light wave.
It had been nearly two weeks, and he was faster than expected. That meant Cheong already knew how troublesome the mission to find and bring back T-47 was.
The man who always sat at the office desk had, for some change of heart, taken a seat at the dining table.
A blue candle placed in the center burned with a soft light. It was almost laughable that he had dimmed the ceiling lights just for that.
“How was it? As promised, it didn’t become a hindrance, did it?”
Cheong spoke nonchalantly as he pulled out a dining chair to escort Joo-oh.
The foolish Joo-oh nodded as if agreeing, instead of resisting.
“Therefore, based on the sacred mercenary contract, I should properly receive the promised results.”
Sacred, my ass. A laugh almost escaped him at a modifier he had never heard in his life regarding mercenary work. Mu-hae took the seat next to Joo-oh with an expressionless face.
At Cheong’s gesture, a servant entered carrying food and drinks. Smelling the drink in the glass, it was the pungent scent of alcohol.
A faint scent of fruit lingered. He thought it was a quite pleasant aroma, but the moment he took a sip, his mood soured.
A liquid with almost no sweetness compared to the scent. A fragrant aftertaste. The lingering scent that hovered at the tip of his nose reminded him of Joo-oh’s body scent for a fleeting moment.
……He really is a bastard who scratches people’s nerves in every possible way. Mu-hae downed the remaining alcohol in one go and rested his hand on the bag he had brought.
Eyes curved with interest were staring intently at Mu-hae instead of Joo-oh.
“But I see you’ve brought an empty bag.”
“Do you monitor the luggage of visitors here as well?”
“Given the location, I do.”
As the atmosphere suddenly turned menacing, Joo-oh wrinkled his nose. Mu-hae leaned back in his chair with a faint smile, which was unusual for someone facing Cheong.
“Come to think of it, I remembered something about the contract.”
At the flat tone of his voice, a strange glint flickered in Cheong’s eyes.