By Zephyria 
His gallant shoulders and part of his back were exposed, and his loose hair was drenched. Two mountain birds had settled on one of his shoulders, and another on his finger, singing away. Young-pa forgot how to breathe.
“You are quite brave, after being dealt with so severely last time.”
Biryoo murmured, remaining with his back to Young-pa. How did he know? Young-pa hadn’t even made a sound. Left with no choice, Young-pa stepped forward.
As he reached the water’s edge, he could see Biryoo’s profile and the flat expanse of his upper chest. It was a pity that his nipples were submerged in the water. Wondering what kind of celestial maiden could be so breathtaking, Young-pa felt like the woodcutter who had fallen head-over-heels after seeing a bathing woman.
“I swear, this time I did not follow you to peek.”
Biryoo glanced at Young-pa and then looked away.
“Then why?”
“I heard the birds. They sounded so joyful that I was curious as to what they were doing…”
Biryoo looked at the bird perched on his finger. His gaze was so incredibly tender that Young-pa would have believed it even if he were the Vermilion Bird instead of the Azure Dragon.
“Azure Dragon.”
Young-pa summoned his courage to call out, but Biryoo acted as if he hadn’t heard.
“May I take off my clothes and enter?”
Seeing Biryoo’s brow furrow, Young-pa added,
“It is not to harass you, but because it has been a long time since I last bathed. I thought you would not appreciate the smell of a servant…”
Biryoo rolled his eyes as if displeased and paused for a while.
“You were just starting to smell like a beast.”
“I thought so, too.”
“Yet, of all the waters available, you insist on this place…”
“Thank you for allowing me!”
Young-pa shouted loudly. He quickly threw off his jacket and lowered his trousers and undergarments in one go. He leaped high and plunged into the pool with a splash, sending water flying in all directions. The flock of mountain birds resting on Biryoo’s shoulder flew away in surprise.
“The water is colder than I expected.”
Judging by Biryoo’s displeased expression, Young-pa was in a position where he could be kicked out at any moment. Deciding that it was better to enjoy himself than to walk on eggshells, Young-pa brazenly swam around and splashed about under the waterfall.
“Azure Dragon, it’s here!”
“What is?”
“That weed. The flower you showed me before.”
Even as Young-pa happily waved the wind flower he had plucked, Biryoo merely turned his head with indifference. Though the reaction was lukewarm, Young-pa was satisfied simply by not being kicked out.
Even as he enjoyed playing in the water alone and washed his body under the waterfall, Biryoo remained still, like a stake driven into the ground where he first stood.
“I am finished washing. Please smell if I still smell like a beast.”
“Do not come close.”
Ignoring those words, Young-pa swam toward Biryoo with wide strokes.
“I told you not to come.”
“I don’t smell anymore. Truly.”
For some reason, Biryoo looked troubled. As Young-pa approached right in front of him, Biryoo extended a finger and pushed Young-pa’s forehead. Unbothered, Young-pa looked up at Biryoo with a bright smile.
“Please smell!”
As Biryoo’s expression twisted strangely, Young-pa wondered if some scent still remained on his body. However, he was not one to be intimidated.
Bursting into laughter, Young-pa splashed water onto Biryoo’s face. Biryoo seemed quite surprised by such an impudent act, but Young-pa laughed loudly and swung his arms even wider.
“Hahahaha! Hahaha!”
“Has this human lost his mind… Stop it!”
“Hahahahaha! I won’t! You’re just jealous!”
Biryoo began to retaliate in the same manner. As befitting the Dragon God, his skill in manipulating water was extraordinary. A torrent of water poured down, enough to drown him if he weren’t careful, but Young-pa laughed like a madman, clutching his stomach. While fleeing, he managed to throw a few water-slaps at Biryoo.
“What do you think you are doing!”
As an irritated Biryoo tried to grab him, Young-pa quickly dove. After diving frantically for a while to avoid Biryoo’s hands, he grew curious about the outside and poked his head above the surface. Then, he saw that his vision was filled with water-soaked skin.
“Haha, ha…”
Biryoo grabbed Young-pa’s wrist. The water’s surface, which had been churning from their splashing, settled calmly. The sound of the waterfall, which had faded from his ears, returned.
Young-pa looked up. And he met Biryoo’s eyes, which were opened slightly wider than usual. A scent of pine and water moss mingled from the wet hair. Young-pa licked his lips as he looked at the earlobe from which water was dripping.
‘I remember biting and sucking that ear while performing the dragon-head act.’
It was one of the greatest memories of Young-pa’s life.
His breathing was ragged. An emotion that felt as if it would explode surged from the depths of his heart. Young-pa knew well what that impulse was, but he did not know how to control it.
No matter how decently he behaved, no matter how much he drained the yin water, as long as Biryoo was by his side, lust revived and revived again. Like a sprout pushing through the soil every spring. Like waves throwing themselves against a cliff without tiring.
“Azure Dragon.”
Biryoo did not answer.
“Do you hate me?”
Young-pa asked a question to which he already knew the answer.
Biryoo’s brow furrowed, and his lips slowly parted. Before he could utter a word of refusal, Young-pa stood on his tiptoes with all his might.
Just then, a mountain breeze blew. It was a gentle breeze that shook the willow branches and swept through the wild grass by the lakeside. Small white petals fluttered like snowfall. Young-pa’s eyes closed, and their lips met. It was the moment the greatest memory of his life was being rewritten.
Biryoo’s lips were very warm, and through them, Young-pa could feel a lingering hesitation. As the brief kiss ended, his wrist was slowly released.
Feeling a sense of longing, Young-pa licked his lips and looked at Biryoo. He wore his usual inscrutable expression.
“My apologies. My heel suddenly suffered a cramp.”
Young-pa quickly moved away to a place where Biryoo’s hand could not reach. He did not want to die at the happiest moment of his life.
“Nothing happened, Azure Dragon. A kiss like that absolutely did not occur.”
He hurriedly scrambled out of the water. Feeling the glare on his back, he stuffed his wet body into his clothes and bolted.
≋ ≋ ≋
Biryoo returned two shijin later than Young-pa. As he entered the cave with his tied hair swaying, as if nothing had happened, the dog wagged its tail and performed a dance of worship.
While moving the table, Young-pa suddenly realized something. There was no food in the cave. On the way back from the water, his head had been spinning and his heart pounding so hard that he hadn’t thought to pick any wild greens or fruit.
“The mulberry berries have ripened as the weather grew warmer.”
Biryoo placed a bowl on the table. It was filled with pitch-black mulberries.
Young-pa doubted his eyes. He could not believe that a man who seemed only accustomed to being served had picked and washed the berries himself. Though he knew Biryoo would have no reason to poison him, he instinctively smelled the mulberries.
“Do you doubt me?”
“It’s just… that is my job… it’s strange for you to suddenly do it.”
“I simply picked them because they were on the way.”
Biryoo spoke curtly and then took a handful of lilac flowers from his robe and placed them on an empty plate. A deep fragrance immediately filled the cave.
‘I stole a kiss, yet instead of being angry, he’s become kinder… Something is strange. Could it be that Biryoo didn’t dislike it?’
Young-pa sank into thought while chewing on the sweet and sour mulberries. Sitting before the small table with Biryoo, it felt as if the events of the morning had never happened. In fact, it had been so nonsensical that he had wondered if it were a dream.
Biryoo’s lips drew his gaze. Young-pa narrowed his eyes, wondering if they had always been that seductive.
‘Since I already kissed him, I should have tried sucking them.’
No, if he had, he might not be here right now. Young-pa shook his head.
“Beating your own drum and playing your own gong…”
Biryoo muttered to himself, barely audible.
“Azure Dragon.”
“What.”
“About the kiss earlier.”
Biryoo began to cough. Perhaps a berry had caught in his throat, as he could not stop coughing for a while.
Only after Young-pa brought him a glass of water did he quiet down. Biryoo murmured without looking at Young-pa.
“You said it was something that didn’t happen.”
“I tried to think of it that way… but what can I do when it keeps coming back to me?”
Biryoo pretended not to hear.
“I request that I be allowed to do it one more time. I can do it much better. I was quite flustered earlier. Besides, it’s been three hundred years since I last did it…”
As Biryoo’s gaze sharpened, Young-pa regretted bringing it up. Even though half the mulberries remained, Biryoo pushed the table away and stood up.
“This is absurd. That a man would lust after another man is one thing…”
Biryoo sighed.
“How dare a mere creature presume to covet a deity.”
His voice sounded exceptionally cold. Young-pa had nothing to say.
“I warn you. Do not cross the line.”
Young-pa recalled the line Biryoo had drawn on the floor.
“Of course, Azure Dragon.”
“It will be more than you can handle.”
Even after Biryoo left behind those ambiguous words and departed, Young-pa’s conflict continued. It was maddening; when he closed his eyes, he remembered the shape of those lips, and when he opened them, the soft sensation returned.
Biryoo did not return until the sun dipped below the mountain ridge and the moon rose. Young-pa waited for him, curled up in front of the cave.
Biryoo appeared near midnight. The dog ran to him, acting cute and sniffing his clothes. Young-pa envied the dog, which could approach Biryoo without hesitation.
Biryoo affectionately stroked the dog’s head, but he didn’t even acknowledge Young-pa. He simply passed him and went to his bed.
Clouds drifted around the moon. Young-pa stared blankly at the lunar halo as it dimmed and brightened. The moon looked like Biryoo’s face, and the fragments of clouds looked like his sleeves; it was a state of utter madness.
‘Is he asleep…?’
Two shijin had passed since he went to bed; for an ordinary person, it would be time to be in a deep sleep.
‘He wandered around longer than usual today, so he must be tired.’
Young-pa tried calling, “Azure Dragon.” When there was no answer, he called once more. Since Biryoo seemed to be in a deep sleep, Young-pa’s self-control flew away as light as a butterfly.
He rose quietly. Even as he crept forward, he thought he didn’t know what he truly wanted. Would it be resolved if he thrust his tongue between Biryoo’s lips? Was it a desire that would vanish only if he sucked his chest and heels? Or would he only be satisfied if he stripped him naked and ravished him?
‘It’s all impossible.’
Young-pa was a servant who had temporarily joined hands with the Azure Dragon. He had come this far for the sole reason that he knew the location of the treasure. If not for that pretext, he wouldn’t have been able to see him from a distance, let alone kiss him. Once the Azure Dragon regained his divine power, once the somyeonghwan was returned, there would be no reason for him to associate with Young-pa.
Furthermore, he was the one who had saved his life several times. He was a man, and moreover, a noble divine beast. Young-pa knew he must not covet him. But that was all.
‘I tried to endure it somehow.’
Young-pa licked his lips in the darkness and glared at the line Biryoo had drawn.
Did Biryoo know that the very existence of that line made his body burn even more? Young-pa was the vulgar shadow of a man who had killed his teacher for blocking his path and had sought the exorcism of the gods. He wore lawlessness like a second skin and impiety flowed through his veins, so it was only natural that he wanted to break a taboo upon seeing one.
‘It will be more than you can handle.’
He would handle it. He had experienced every kind of flogging and torture, every form of violence and insult until he was sick of it, so he was not afraid. He held his breath and took a step.
Biryoo was asleep on his side on a mat of wild grass. He was dressed in a jacket and trousers, with his long hair loose. The neatly folded robe lay beside his long, elegantly curved foot.
Since Biryoo had regained consciousness, Young-pa had never entered this deep into the cave. It was a miracle that a light sleeper had not yet woken up.
As he knelt, the man’s profile came close. His eyes were lightly closed beneath thick brows, and the lips that Young-pa had been unable to shake off all day were slightly parted. His heart hammered violently, and his phallus threatened to tear through his trousers. Young-pa lowered his clothes slightly and pulled out his stiffened member.
‘How dare a mere creature presume to covet a deity.’
‘Why must you be such a noble being?’
Young-pa curled his fingers, imagining thrusting his penis between Biryoo’s lips.
‘If you were a human like me, if you had a life that bloomed and withered like a wild flower, what would it matter if we toyed with each other?’
He remembered leaning his cheek against Biryoo’s back, the unforgettable warmth. His engorged phallus throbbed at the slightest touch of his fingertips.
‘Must I not even long for you simply because I am vulgar?’
Young-pa closed his eyes and raced toward the climax. Though his longing was stronger than ever, it was painful because he didn’t even know what he wanted.
He gripped his manhood tightly and his hips trembled. As he ejaculated, thinking of the moment he touched those drenched lips, a tingling pleasure spread from head to toe like a lightning strike. His lips trembled over his tightly clenched teeth to keep from making a sound.
Young-pa let out the breath he had been holding. When he opened his eyes, he thought his heart would stop. Biryoo’s black pupils were staring at him. White fluid flowed down from his cheek to the side of his lips.
“My apologies, Azure Dragon… it is not what you think…”
Young-pa quickly reached out to wipe his cheek.
“If it is not?”
His arm stopped in mid-air. Biryoo grabbed his wrist and glared at Young-pa. In that gaze, which was like frost and a blizzard, there was nowhere for Young-pa to hide. He bowed his head, his shrunken phallus still exposed.
“Actually… you are right. This insignificant wretch dared to harbor filthy lust for you. But I intended to release it just this once and then try to endure it somehow from now on. Truly.”
It was a lie he could not guarantee. Since coming to Asadal Mountain, Young-pa had been helplessly drawn to Biryoo like a bee lured by the scent of flowers. If given the chance, he would reveal his desire for him time and time again.
As Biryoo closed his eyes, a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
In the next moment, Young-pa’s arm was yanked, and the ceiling flipped. The mat touched his back. Then, the man’s upper body cast a shadow over his face.
“Fearlessness is one thing, but this is too much.”
The whispering voice sounded like a growl. Young-pa blinked, not understanding.
“What happens when you disturb a sleeping dragon?”
“Pardon?”
“What does a dragon who knows nothing of men intend to do, constantly poking and prodding like this?”
Biryoo’s voice was soft yet fierce. Young-pa tried to remain composed, but his responding voice trembled and cracked miserably.
“I… I heard that you loathe lewdness and dislike men… so I intended to just masturbate in secret and leave.”
“How do you know if I loathe lewdness?”
“What?”
Young-pa reflexively looked up, but Biryoo still wore an inscrutable expression. He muttered as he wiped the semen from his cheek with the back of his hand.
“Moreover, you say you’ll leave, yet you leave this on my face and act so coquettishly.”
“I wasn’t acting coquettishly.”
The grip on Young-pa’s arm tightened. A face, half-swallowed by the cave’s shadows, drew closer. It was only natural that Young-pa’s heart began to race wildly.
“What should I do with this insolent creature…”
He stopped a palm’s breadth away from Young-pa’s lips. Even the sound of him clicking his tongue was no different from torture, so Young-pa squeezed his eyes shut.
The atmosphere was unusual. If it were the Biryoo Young-pa knew, he would have blown him out of the cave and fed him to Jeolgon. Yet, he was hovering over Young-pa, teasing him with a growl. As if he actually had an interest in erotic affairs with men.
‘Is there… a chance?’
Was this truly a change that occurred after losing his divine power? Or had he developed a taste for it after living so close in the cave? As long as there was a gap, it didn’t matter which it was.
Young-pa swallowed hard and spoke.
“I am a lost cause. I cannot suppress my spring lust, so this disgrace will not end until I ravish you.”
A low chuckle tickled his ear. Young-pa opened his eyes slightly and met Biryoo’s face, which looked as if he had seen something amusing. His already rapidly beating heart leaped violently.
“Why are you mocking me? Despite how I look, I am a man of exceptional stamina. I’ve always been quite skilled in the bedroom, and above all, I’ve done it with you in my head a hundred—no, a thousand times, so I know exactly what I’m doing.”
Biryoo was still smiling, and that was the opportunity. An opportunity that would never come again.
Young-pa pushed himself up and wrapped his arms around the other’s shoulders. He felt the man’s body stiffen.
“If you only let me, I shall show you the heavenly realm.”
Panting, Young-pa brushed the back of his hand against Biryoo’s cheek. Seeing that he didn’t reject the touch, Young-pa felt as if his heart might burst. He tried to kiss him in the heat of the moment, but the irritating man primly turned his head away.
‘He should have just accepted it while I was being nice; now he’s forcing me to use strength.’
Flaring up in anger, Young-pa pushed Biryoo’s shoulders, knocking him back onto the mat. He quickly climbed astride the man’s waist and yanked at the ties he had coveted countless times. As he frantically tore open the jacket, the scar on the man’s chest was revealed.
“It’s better when you’re quiet and compliant.”
Since Biryoo didn’t resist, everything proceeded smoothly. Young-pa stroked his hair, then leaned in to press his lips against the nape of his neck.
“I told you not to cross the line, yet you’ve crossed over to the opposite side entirely to dance.”
Biryoo’s lips curled into a sneer, a vile expression uncharacteristic of him.
“You are already a lost cause.”
“What?”
“Does anyone in this world ask for permission before committing a rape?”
It was then that a hand slid down to his waist. Contrary to the cool voice, Biryoo’s palm was as hot as a flame. Long fingers traced up Young-pa’s spine before gripping the back of his neck firmly.
“Ugh!”
Young-pa’s body was flipped over and slammed face-down onto the mat. Biryoo was still pinning his neck down. Young-pa writhed, but this time his hair was seized.
“Stay far away until this is over.”
At the dry threat, Young-pa left the room like a whimpering dog. In an instant, his trousers were yanked down, exposing his buttocks completely.
“Wh-what are you trying to do?”
Why would someone as noble as Biryoo strip another person’s pants? He had shuddered at the thought of lewd harassment and claimed to have no interest in men; Young-pa was bewildered. He tried to look back, but his cheek was pressed hard into the mat.
“You think it is fine for you to do it, but not fine for you to suffer it?”
As his buttocks were suddenly pried open, Young-pa collapsed in sheer bewilderment. Biryoo hauled Young-pa’s waist back up.
“You brought this upon yourself.”
Before the words even finished, something touched his backside. Unable to see behind him, Young-pa could only guess what it was.
Young-pa had always imagined Biryoo’s penis to be smooth, elegant, and moderately large. However, the thing digging into him was as thick as a fist and as hot as a fireball. Above all, it was slippery yet hard as stone.
“You… you got hard looking at me?”
More than the fact that he was about to be raped, it was far more shocking that Biryoo felt lust for a man’s body—and specifically for him.
Images of Biryoo shuddering whenever their bodies almost touched flashed through his mind. The way he had followed silently during their outings. Finally, he remembered the Azure Dragon who had been furiously angry.
Biryoo did not answer the question. His wet member was awkwardly pushing against the area around the perineum.
“It seems you don’t even know how to rape a man… shall we switch roles?”
A sigh escaped from behind him, and Biryoo’s fingers touched his buttocks. Those fingers parted the intimate area as if hesitating.
‘He was acting like that because he hated touching it.’
Just as Young-pa began to find Biryoo’s actions amusing, the phallus pushed into the opened space. His waist buckled at the sudden intrusion of a foreign object.
“Ugh, ugh!”
Young-pa shook his head. Though only the tip had forced its way in, he felt it was an impossible feat. Yet, the man’s genital pushed in relentlessly.
“Aaaah! Ugh, wait… wait a moment!”
If this wasn’t torture, what was it? Young-pa felt as if he had returned to the snake cave. Every time he curled up, Biryoo forcibly pulled his waist back. Even as he struggled and screamed, it did not stop.
Every time he thought it was over, that it had reached the end, the pillar tore through his skin and pushed deeper. Only when Biryoo lowered his upper body did Young-pa realize he had entered completely.
“It hurts, Bi-Biryoo….”
“Quiet.”
“Stop… it hurts, it hurts too much… Aaaah!”
That was a misconception. Biryoo let out a low groan after burying himself to the root. Young-pa lay frozen, face-down, unable to do anything. The strange sensation dominating his lower dantian felt alien, as if it belonged to someone else’s body.
He slammed his fist against the cave floor.
“You said… you weren’t interested!”
Biryoo’s hot breath hit his ear. Since his rock-hard cock was tearing through his insides, Young-pa wondered if this was a dream.
“I wasn’t… interested. No, I tried my best not to be.”
Hot fingertips traced down from Young-pa’s ear along his neckline before gripping the back of his neck.
“You provoke me every chance you get; how long did you expect me to endure?”
“Ugh, ugh, it hurts….”
“If you don’t want to get hurt, relax.”
As Biryoo gripped and pulled his hair, Young-pa’s neck snapped back. Young-pa vaguely realized what was coming and braced himself, but once it began, that resolve crumbled like autumn leaves.
“Hngh, ugh, ugh! Hngh….”
Despite clamping his mouth shut, unwanted moans leaked out. They were weak and pitiful sounds, unbecoming of him.
Unlike a typical rapist, Biryoo moved his hips slowly. Yet, every time that club-like penis slid out and back in, Young-pa felt as if he were fainting and waking up repeatedly.
“How did someone so fragile endure the torture of the underground?”
Biryoo clicked his tongue and pressed his upper body close. His palm overlapped Young-pa’s trembling fist.
Biryoo’s lips were beside Young-pa’s cheek. Even in his agony and delirium, Young-pa tried to kiss him, but Biryoo did not allow it.
“Know your place. You are being punished.”
“Ugh, uuuugh, hngh….”
“And yet… it feels as though I am the one being punished.”
As Biryoo began to thrust his lower body, it felt as if Young-pa’s body were being split in half. No matter how much he screamed, Biryoo did not stop; instead, he pushed deeper and deeper.
Though it had been his wish to mingle bodies with him, in his fantasies, he had always been the one ravishing Biryoo, so he had not anticipated this pain. Young-pa bit his lip in frustration. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and tears began to flow.
When he burst into loud sobbing, Biryoo stopped his hip movements. Biryoo’s fingertips slid along the tear stains on his cheek. Young-pa contemplated biting that finger hard, but he missed the opportunity.
When Biryoo silently withdrew from his body, Young-pa gasped for air in relief. However, his waist was immediately lifted, and his body was flipped over again.
This time, he saw the ceiling. The exquisite face he had longed for in his dreams was looking down at him. With a touch, his trousers were pulled down to his ankles. Then, the ties were undone, and his jacket was stripped off.
He had been wailing in pain just moments ago, yet at the touch of a hand stroking the inside of his thigh, his phallus rose like a serpent. Young-pa looked at Biryoo’s face while tears streamed down. Even in this situation, he looked at the man whose inner thoughts remained inscrutable.
“Why… why on earth?”
Biryoo ignored the question and leaned over. His legs were spread, and Biryoo’s fingertips fumbled to open his lower dantian. Then, the blunt object touched him once more.
The erect phallus forced its way in again, tearing through the skin. As Biryoo gripped his arms and thrust upward, Young-pa squeezed his eyes shut. The second time was not any easier. Ugh, ugh, moans escaped his throat. The pierced junction was painful, and the man’s skin was hot enough to burn.
Biryoo’s jade-like face drew close. Young-pa read pleasure in his restrained expression. In the gaze looking down at him, a vulgar desire, unbecoming of him, blazed. The man who claimed he didn’t want this—the divine beast who had so disregarded lowly creatures—was now exploring Young-pa’s body with a stiff cock.
To feel glad about this even in such a situation—how wicked is the emotion of lust? Though it wasn’t the form he had imagined, it was the first night spent with the one he had desperately desired. Young-pa knew this moment would be etched eternally in his memory.
He felt as if all his spiritual energy had been drained, but he barely managed to reach out and cup Biryoo’s cheeks. Pulled by that force, Biryoo leaned in as if unable to resist.
If the first kiss had been like a wind flower fluttering in a mountain breeze, the second kiss was like boiling, raging lava. The inside of Biryoo’s mouth was far hotter than expected. As his tongue forced open Young-pa’s mouth and entered deep, their lips scrambled against each other. Teeth clashed, saliva flowed down their chins, and their breathing grew ragged.
“You… said you hated men. You liar.”
Young-pa barely managed to gasp out. Biryoo ignored the words and devoured Young-pa’s lips again. At that sensation, even the pain drifted away. When Biryoo’s hand stroked his cheek and dove into his hair, Young-pa forgot that he was currently taking the man’s phallus in his rear.
The sweet moment was brief; as their lips parted, fear surged back. Trembling, Young-pa clung tightly to Biryoo’s neck.
Leaving Young-pa clinging to him, Biryoo began to grind his pelvis. As pain rushed back, Young-pa wept and bit the ear in front of him.
“When I lost consciousness… did you ever bite my ear like this?”
“Yes… you son of a bitch.”
Biryoo let out a hollow laugh and wrapped his arms around Young-pa’s waist. The two pressed their bodies close, bellies touching. It was still terribly painful, but seeing Biryoo’s face distorted by immersion in lewd acts made it worth enduring.
“Ah, aaah, ngh….”
In the silent night, the cave was filled with the heat and breathing of two people. Perhaps Biryoo had grown accustomed to this strange radiant energy, as his thrusting became considerably smoother than at first. Still, the act of the phallus entering his body was overwhelming, and Young-pa had to take deep, heavy breaths every time the act repeated.
As the speed increased, Biryoo’s arms tightened. Sweat dripping from the tip of his chin fell in droplets onto Young-pa’s chest. Only now did their act become somewhat similar to the erotic affairs between men and women that Young-pa knew. As their bodies shook with repetitive motion, the sensation that had only been painful gradually became distant.
Every time the taut cock crushed his insides, a strange stimulation followed. It was a new feeling Young-pa had never experienced. As Biryoo repeatedly pierced the deepest part, nasal moans burst from his throat.
“Ah, augh! Ngh!”
Biryoo seemed to realize that Young-pa liked that spot. As the stimulation intensified, Young-pa’s eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted.
He remembered the day they had cast a spell together on the cave wall. At the sensation that pierced through him like a lightning strike, Young-pa burst into tears. As Biryoo thrust even more strongly into his lower dantian, Young-pa spread his legs and let himself be led by the man’s movements.
The eyes of the man facing him were unfocused. He couldn’t believe that the male, clinging like a wild beast, was the noble King of the heavenly realm. It felt more like pounding a mortar with the strongest laborer in the village.
“Biryoo… hngh, Biryoo….”
The man’s skin was hot as a fireball. Their junction, sticky with sweat and bodily fluids, made embarrassing sounds every time the phallus entered and exited.
Young-pa clung to Biryoo’s shoulders as if he were fighting the monster of baeknokdam. Every time Biryoo invaded, he choked his neck and bit his skin.
“Haa, haa, Biryoo, Biryoo!”
Biryoo buried his forehead in the nape of Young-pa’s neck and drove his waist down. Crushed by his weight, Young-pa became intoxicated by the sensation of flesh. Where they were, where his limbs ended, who he was—everything was a blur. Everything faded except for the longing for the one he was joined with.
The long sexual encounter ended only when Biryoo ejaculated inside Young-pa’s body.
“Haa, haa….”
As the iron-like penis withdrew, Young-pa slumped onto the mat. The hand that had been stroking his cheek throughout the radiant energy finally let go.
Young-pa was drenched in sweat, as if he had dived into a lake. The bodily fluids that should have been inside his body were smeared all over the other’s belly, chest, face, and arms.
“Are you alright?”
The man, who until a moment ago had been pounding away as if to kill Young-pa, whispered. Young-pa glared at him in disbelief.
“Is there actually a crazy person who asks if someone is alright after raping them?”
“You’re perfectly fine.”
Biryoo clicked his tongue and walked out of the cave. Young-pa widened his eyes to see his penis, but he only saw his back. Before he could try anything, his eyes closed, and he lost consciousness.
≋ ≋ ≋
One could talk for a hundred days and still not finish listing the wickedness of a man like Young-pa. Biryoo had seen every inch of the bottom of that human’s character, enough to make anyone recoil.
Yet, the world is a strange place; the first impression filled with contempt evolved into curiosity, and as wonder and bewilderment were added, it unexpectedly became rich. Even in situations that should have led to hatred, Biryoo found it difficult to explain why he had come to see Young-pa as admirable and pitiful, as well as interesting and fascinating.
It had been a long time since Biryoo felt any emotion toward humans other than scorn. Greedy beings who didn’t know their place, servile before the strong and trampling the weak—that was how Biryoo saw humans. To him, despising humans was as natural as a dragon riding the clouds.
And yet, Biryoo found it difficult to hate Young-pa. No matter what Young-pa did, it was impossible. No matter how disgusting his actions, no matter how many times he stabbed him in the back, Biryoo could not hate him.
Of course, Young-pa was no different from other humans in that he didn’t know his place, acted out, and was greedy every chance he got. No, he was worse than the average human. He was trash composed only of the traits the White Tiger had discarded; he lacked shame or conscience and did not know how to exercise restraint.
He was driven by defiance, impulse, greed, and lust. His behavior was eccentric and vulgar, and he performed filthy, nauseating tasks as if it were a daily meal. Above all, he resorted to tricks and lies, betraying trust as easily as flipping a palm.
But Young-pa was not servile. He risked his life to oppose Black Tortoise and White Tiger. Moreover, he had a soft side and did not despise the weak. He was emotionally rich, cheerful, and possessed an unconventional freedom. He was refreshing because his actions were unpredictable, and he had an innate wit.
The way Young-pa treated the child who was the incarnation of the Vermilion Bird, the way he helped a maiden in distress, the kindness he showed to a dog with a distorted face, and the scene where he revived the mountain god of hanul mountain nested in Biryoo’s heart, making it impossible to hate him.
Furthermore, Young-pa gradually improved. He was naturally clever and talented; if taught one thing, he grasped ten. His skill in handling thunderbolts improved daily, and once taught etiquette, most of his grating habits disappeared. He served as a servant and attended to Biryoo quite well. The only problem Biryoo couldn’t solve was his lust.
That lecher was terribly obscene and didn’t even try to hide it. “Azure Dragon, oh Azure Dragon,” he would say with polite words, but every chance he got, he would smack his lips and scan Biryoo with a sticky gaze. He would sneak into the lakeside while Biryoo bathed to peep, and he would masturbate anywhere without a shred of shame.
Of course, Biryoo also had sexual desire. However, he was the type to control his impulses well, and as a divine beast, he could freely embrace or discard vulgar desires.
But now, having lost his divine power, he had become as vulnerable as any commoner. In front of such a Biryoo, Young-pa deliberately drifted about, leaking charm as if to seduce him.
For example, Young-pa would sleep sprawled out haphazardly, often failing to fasten his jacket properly, leaving his chest or belly exposed. There were times his trousers were pushed up, revealing his thighs. He stripped so carelessly that he practically exhibited his slender waist to the whole world. When he crawled around claiming to clean the cave, he seemed oblivious to how his buttocks looked.
Biryoo had already seen Young-pa masturbating outdoors three times. Each time he had passed by pretending not to see, but the face intoxicated by pleasure with eyes closed was not easily forgotten. To the point where even the phallus twitching between his legs was no longer a barrier, Biryoo was leaning toward Young-pa.