By Zephyria 
“Hieuk.”
Joo-oh had once asked if he was too big, but in Mu-hae’s eyes, he had a perfectly tailored physique.
He was small enough to be lifted and held, yet not so small or fragile that Mu-hae had to worry about breaking him regardless of what he did.
However, if he said this aloud, Joo-oh would likely become arrogant and start doing strange things. It was an intuition based purely on instinct.
Thump. Something hit his foot, and glancing sideways, he saw a bag. He had left it in plain sight intending to rummage through it after their meal, but perhaps Joo-oh had opened the zipper, as a snow globe rolled out from the gap.
“Heh, haha.”
As Mu-hae lowered him onto the bed and leaned over him, Joo-oh smiled so broadly that his red eyes narrowed, seemingly delighted by something.
His flushed cheeks felt like they were gouging into Mu-hae’s heart, leaving him no room for further thought.
Plump. Mu-hae drove his member, which had slipped out slightly during the movement, back in to the very root. Joo-oh’s body trembled finely as he clung on, squirming.
“You’re so horny… what are you going to do when I’m not around?”
“Nng, ah, I want to be with Jin Mu-hae.”
“Haa, ha… while you’re brazenly wandering around on your own just to buy snacks.”
“I’ll go with Jin Mu-hae. Heh, but I’ll buy them by myself.”
Thwack, thwack. The sound was almost like hitting something as his pubic bone relentlessly collided with those reddened buttocks.
The sensation of being tightly gripped every time he thrust began to eat away at his mind.
Mu-hae tried to engage in small talk to tease him, but he soon stopped speaking. Just taking in the sight of the guy panting beneath him was enough to overload his brain.
Furthermore, unfortunately, he only had one mouth, so while he was biting him and tangling their tongues, there was no room for something as trivial as human language.
Wet, squelching sounds echoed in his mouth several times. It felt as if he were hearing Joo-oh’s intermittent breaths and small moans not with his ears, but with his brain.
That was why it was damn satisfying. Because he was the only one who could hear the sounds of him whimpering and clinging.
Because he alone could see and lick those pupils, blurred and unfocused from the continuous pleasure, and that soft tip of a tongue panting for air.
“Hik… hieuk, u… .”
The hip movements grew more violent. From that point on, only groans began to scatter from the mouth of Joo-oh, who had been so chatty.
He mouthed something, then gave up and tilted his chin up. Jin, Mu-hae—the barely murmured name was the only human language he let slip.
While rubbing his chest with one hand, Mu-hae bit him. Hik, Joo-oh’s body shuddered as he gasped.
Against his lower abdomen, which had flattened as he lay facing the ceiling, a faint outline moved. The trace, which felt exceptionally thick beneath the skin, somehow reminded Mu-hae of the red dildo he had smashed to pieces.
At the time, he thought the guy was just a bit lacking, so he figured it was just something easy to play with and shake around.
Looking back now, Joo-oh’s mind had simply wandered; there was nothing wrong with his intelligence. Pondering Joo-oh’s identity, the sudden thought occurred to Mu-hae that perhaps he had known what it was all along.
‘…’
It was a stupid sentiment, but he felt glad that his own equipment was just as hideously large. It didn’t have thorns like a Monster Dildo, but the thickness and length seemed roughly similar.
Moreover, while Joo-oh had merely played with that thing by flicking it, he was now desperate to smell and lick Mu-hae’s.
…Seriously, he was feeling a sense of superiority over the most random things. Just as a wave of pathetic emotion washed over him, hearing the slurred voice say, “It feels good…” made him even harder.
“What feels good?”
“Heeu… th-this, nng, this.”
The hands that had been hugging him tightly fumbled to touch his white stomach.
The member thrusting deep inside and pressing down. Or, Jin Mu-hae, connected to him without a single gap.
Though he couldn’t voice it fully through his groans, he surely wanted to say that.
He smiled sheepishly again in his slumped posture. His eyes, which already couldn’t see much, seemed to roll back.
Mu-hae grabbed his legs, folding them open, and dug in even closer, very deeply.
Even as he bit him, kissed him, and pushed him hard, the thirst would not subside. In that sense, Joo-oh was an even more fitting existence for him.
A mercenary who wandered the dangerous exterior whenever he had the chance. A giant whose blood boiled from periodic battles with Beasts and Aberrants.
The only way a relationship where furniture frequently collapsed could be accepted gladly was with that level of durability.
“Haa, kh… is it hard?”
“No, heh, more… moreee.”
Joo-oh urged him again, twisting his waist. Fuck. The sight blurring his vision seemed to make his head burn.
Mu-hae had no choice but to be swept away by those movements, embracing the convulsing man. As he stabbed every inch of his interior, an indescribable sense of fulfillment filled his throat to the brim.
“Mmm. Haha. Mmm.”
“Stop sucking. We’re going to rest a bit, then wash up and go out.”
“Jin Mu-hae smells good.”
“I guess you smell things with your tongue too?”
Around the time the mattress made a strange spring sound, the pre-set alarm went off.
Only after wiping away the dripping sweat and checking the time did he realize they had been fucking for several hours.
Joo-oh squirmed in regret, but he couldn’t just skip a perfectly good job because he was exhausted.
Above all, they were scheduled to conduct training at the site early today. When he pulled out the member he had been thrusting until it foamed, whitish semen flowed from the reddened, swollen junction.
He thought he should wipe it quickly so it wouldn’t stain the sheets… but then Mu-hae just trapped him in his arms.
The bed was already damp from the fluids he had spilled anyway. A scent that could only be described as lewd wafted around them.
‘Should I be glad he didn’t break…’
He wondered how excited they had been that they forgot the new bed was from Starlight Road. It wasn’t entirely Mu-hae’s fault. It was Joo-oh who had chosen something similar to the bedding in the hideout.
Fortunately, the steel-frame bed, which was likely older than he was, handled the rough tossing and turning well.
He bumped his forehead against the guy who was now clinging to him and nibbling on his arm with his front teeth.
“You hit me.”
He pointed it out immediately, even though it didn’t hurt. Knowing it was just a request to be petted, Mu-hae kneaded his round earlobe a few times.
“When are we leaving?”
“After we rest a bit, we’ll wash up and go.”
A warm, sweet scent emanated from Joo-oh’s still-flushed body. With his nose buried in the crook of Joo-oh’s neck, Mu-hae quietly looked at the messy hideout.
The snow globe that had been kicked earlier was still abandoned in a corner of the floor. Right now, the flakes had settled, but as soon as Joo-oh grabbed it and shook it, white things would glow and float like snow, or like microorganisms in the deep sea.
‘Earth… world.’
His mind, finally freed from the intense stimulation, picked up random thoughts. The snow globe in his sight looked like a planet where humans lived, or like a giant Dome City covering the world.
The shape was a perfect sphere, but if he applied the Sigil of Return, it would mean something closer to a square.
Then, what kind of existence would the circle and the triangle remain as in that small world?
‘I think the triangle is the most important.’
‘Why.’
‘Because it’s in the middle.’
Even though he was holding Joo-oh, he felt as if he could hear his voice in his imagination.
Mu-hae cooled his overheated body and stared blankly at the snow globe.
If the glass of the snow globe was the frame, the engraving of the landmass could be the sector. The sector where humans live. This contaminated planet.
Then the triangle would be the most important human. No, the most important life. The only person who immediately came to mind was Joo-oh.
Then, his thoughts gradually expanded. Joo-oh. Himself, who was with Joo-oh. Director Gil, Teacher Jung.
Shin Dae-su, who helped him with the Return, or Olga and Gu-reum. Hwang-jae and Park Young-chan, with whom he had formed bonds during that journey.
If he set the range generously, everyone who belonged to his world was an important existence.
The snow globe lying still on the floor momentarily looked like a giant Spirit Stone. An object that would glow in his father’s study to mark a secret location.
As he recalled the map of Starlight Road adorning the desk, a sharp realization seemed to brush against his mind.
‘…Human. The most detailed direction. Friend. Guardian.’
“What did I say?”
“Nng?”
“In the rainwater tunnel, when you called the water a square.”
Hmm. Joo-oh tilted his head while being hugged, then recited the words he had heard a few hours ago without missing a single syllable.
“By that logic, everything would be a square, a triangle, or a circle.”
“….”
“If I’m right, hug me tighter.”
“…!”
The pleasant, melodic voice seeped into his head as if it were an oracle descended from heaven.
Forgetting that he was lying down hugging someone, Mu-hae bolted upright and climbed off the bed.
Joo-oh, whom he expected to whine about being pushed away, unexpectedly remained quiet and watched his back.
Roll… The snow globe, touched slightly, rolled forward. Mu-hae picked it up with his large hand and held it close to his eyes.
‘Everything…’
Everything is a square, a triangle, or a circle. These simple shapes can fit everything a human can imagine, depending on the need.
Land, sky, humans. Comfort zone, sector, neighborhood. The giant rainwater tunnel, the water, and Joo-oh standing there. And himself.
The Sigil of Return was everything. It was the world they lived in.
It was a simplified world map, holding the most precious thing in the center.
It felt as if electricity were running down his spine. Turning around quickly, he saw Joo-oh sitting on the bed with a silly grin.
Though his eyes were clear and sparkling, he seemed somehow calmer compared to when he used to take photos haphazardly.
238 – I Became an Aberration in a Dead Game