By Zephyria 
The clumsy movement of his hips soon lost its balance. He shook frantically as he was thrust upward, sobbing and moaning. Every time a finger slipped from his sweat-drenched body, he clung to Jeil Heon desperately, as if he were a lifeline.
“Ah! Hng, nng! It’s, too, too good… hah!”
As the thing that forced its way through the interlocking inner walls stirred deep inside and rubbed against his sensitive spot, it felt as if his brain were turning into mush. It had been a long time since he was able to form a coherent thought. Everything around them was filled with the sound of their sticky, intertwined heavy breathing, the wet slapping of buttocks and thighs colliding, the constant creaking of the bed, and the squelching sounds from where they were joined.
It felt as if the part of him accepting the man was no longer just below, but every single part of his body; there was no sensation that didn’t register his presence. Despite his consciousness being a complete mess due to a vicious pleasure that far exceeded his imagination, everything was vividly etched into him—from the man’s ragged breath and kisses against his forehead to every single drop of sweat falling onto his skin.
Jeil Heon, who had been supporting himself with both arms on either side, lifted his body and pushed Yoo Jiha’s thighs upward. Reflexively, Jiha’s back arched and his legs spread wide. Looking down at the point of union that heaved repeatedly while swallowing him whole, Jeil Heon whispered ecstatically.
“How can our Jiha be so cute and pretty, even down to this hole?”
“D-don’t say things like… hng!”
A sudden wave of shame rushed over him, and his face turned red in a different sense than before. When he tried to cover himself with a clumsy gesture, Jeil Heon chuckled softly, hooked Jiha’s leg over his shoulder, and pushed in with all his might.
As the legs that had been shaking frantically lost their strength and fell, the man’s hand immediately gripped his thigh with one hand and thrust his hips upward. His lower abdomen, which had been creaking as if it were already too much to hold the tight fit, melted luxuriously, and he could feel himself clinging tightly to the phallus stirring inside. Even the strong, hurried movements that relentlessly drove him forward, scraping against the sensitively heated and swollen inner walls, brought him joy.
Flailing amidst the sounds of storm-like pleasure, he barely managed to open his eyes to find the man’s gaze, dark and sunken. Even the left eye, which had glowed brilliantly in the lightless darkness, was now glistening with unrefined desire—a man’s longing so fierce it was almost chilling.
The man’s longing was relentlessly licking and chasing after him as he flailed and sobbed. If that gaze had possessed a physical form rather than an intangible energy, he would have already been worn down and eroded by it.
This man must only be in heat for him. Once that conviction took hold, his body, which had been shaking helplessly, clamped tightly around the phallus that was roughly ravaging and piercing his insides.
“Ugh…!”
The man’s hips jerked violently as if he were about to pull back, but soon, searingly hot fluids sprayed, pounding against the inner walls. A strange sense of fullness crushed his brain with intense pleasure. His consciousness flickered and melted into white.
“It’ll be hard, but let’s wash up and go to sleep.”
The voice coaxing him while stroking his hair was quite tender, but he had absolutely no strength left to move. As he nodded off, he barely managed to lift an arm, and Jeil Heon laughed lowly and scooped him up in his arms. His exhaustion outweighed the embarrassment of being carried bridal-style.
Warm water was brimming in the large spa tub. As he sank into the warm water, his muscles relaxed, and a groan escaped him involuntarily. Yoo Jiha leaned his body against the curved edge of the tub to rest comfortably.
“You’re really a beast, Mister…”
“Did you hate it?”
“Keep being a beast. You prefer the current me over that fluffy, dainty, and adorably cute four-year-old in your head, right?”
Instead of pointing out that he had never described the four-year-old Yoo Jiha in such terms, Jeil Heon made a wise choice. Yoo Jiha moaned pleasantly at the sweet kiss that brushed against his swollen lips.
As he gently poured water over him to wash him, Jeil Heon spoke in an awkward tone.
“Jiha. I think I need to scoop some things out from down there.”
“What?”
“Sorry. I tried to pull out before ejaculating, but I was too excited and made a mistake.”
After thinking for a moment about what that meant, Yoo Jiha’s cheeks turned bright red. He didn’t know exactly, but he felt it wouldn’t be good if that stayed inside…
However, with the lights so bright, it was incredibly embarrassing to entrust his body to Jeil Heon.
“C-could you do it with your eyes closed?”
Of course, he complied readily, but Jiha soon realized that even with eyes closed, there was a problem. Because he couldn’t see, the sensation of Jeil Heon’s fingertips fumbling through the water across his thighs and moving toward his buttocks was incredibly ticklish.
Yoo Jiha, who had been clamping his mouth shut to keep the moans from escaping, shrugged his shoulders the moment the long fingers wandering around his gluteal cleft entered him. He almost let out a moan.
As the fingers pushed deep and scraped the inner wall, clumps of soft mucus spread into the water. That sight felt like proof that he had had sex with him, and even in the situation where he was trapping Jeil Heon between his legs while having the semen removed, heat rushed to his face. Perhaps because he was submerged in warm water, or because the mucous membranes had become sensitive from countless frictions until just now, the sensation of the fingers moving below was excessively vivid.
While trying his best to suppress his moans and hoping it would end quickly, a change caught Yoo Jiha’s eye.
“…Is it, is it up?”
A heavy groan escaped Jeil Heon, who had been bowing his head with his eyes closed. Looking again, his earlobes were also flushed red.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll make it go down soon.”
“H-how can I not worry about it?”
It wasn’t as if the lights were off; it was a bright bathroom. It was impossible to ignore the sight of the phallus, which he had felt so vividly with his own body, regaining its menacing strength. Yoo Jiha swallowed hard several times, then reached into the water and carefully wrapped his hand around it.
“…Ngh.”
Jeil Heon’s fingers, which had been probing the inner wall, suddenly scraped the inside deeply. It grew even larger. He was handsome even down to his genitals. The color of the slender, straight shaft was not a dark red, but pretty. He had never looked closely at another man’s cock in his life, but this would probably rank first on a Forbes list of pretty cocks. Truly, there wasn’t a single part of this man that wasn’t beautiful.
“I, I don’t mind doing it…”
“You had a hard time earlier.”
“A-after doing it, it wasn’t that bad?”
Only then did Jeil Heon open his eyes and caress the corners of Yoo Jiha’s eyes, which were red and swollen from crying. Feeling embarrassed by his bluff, Jiha toyed with the phallus he was holding. As he quickly stroked the shaft as if masturbating, the reaction was immediate.
Trapped by the man’s lips as he tried to swallow him with a rough gesture, he thought: I must have been momentarily insane to have considered sterilization.
* * *
The Girl gave a bright smile toward Mae-gu.
“Fox.”
「Princess. You have arrived.」
“Do you call me that again? The primary palace of the young King is vacant, so there is no reason for me to be brought in as a concubine. Above all, am I not the one to be wed next month?”
Mae-gu unfolded a folding fan with an intentionally exaggerated expression.
「Oh dear, I have made a mistake again. Please forgive me, for I am not accustomed to the customs of humans.」
The two shared a conversation as they walked side by side along a secluded forest path.
“Something strange happened yesterday. An anomaly that I intended to ask you about was exorcised by some traveler, and as soon as the anomaly vanished, they disappeared as well.”
「Ho, what a marvelous thing.」
“That was not all. From the older one among them, I felt an energy similar to your poor sister, who was found burned. Perhaps they were an Aberration who showed kindness to humans, just like you.”
「It seems the traveler was not alone.」
“There was another person whose age was not so different from mine. However, that person was the strangest of all.”
The Girl stopped walking and frowned her delicate brows slightly, as if trying to recall the event.
“I felt a strange intimacy that is difficult to describe. Even though they were someone who looked nothing like me.”
Mae-gu looked down silently at her, who wore a lingering expression of uncertainty. He knew. He knew the entire process: how the hair let down like a maiden’s changed into a high bun, how she wore a jade hairpin decorated with jewels and tied with red silk, and how she eventually shaved her head completely. He had not forgotten for a single moment.
Therefore, he whispered softly, adding a gentle smile.
「It must be because they share the same fate as you.」
“What is my fate that would cause such a thing?”
「A very blessed fate—to grow old with a husband until white snow falls upon hair as black as ebony and deep wrinkles form on soft skin, and to have many children happily by your side.」
“Huhu. I truly like you, Fox, for you are as kind and amusing as my fifth older brother, who cherishes me most. Please remain my friend even when I become a grandmother.」
The Spirit, unaware that she had died young before even reaching forty without a single child, and that she had been repeating only the happy periods of her past life with Mae-gu for hundreds of years, burst into a fresh, dreamlike laugh.