By Zephyria 
He couldn’t understand why his chest felt ticklish, yet the strength was gathering below. Ho-yeon quickly snapped his head back to its original position.
However, the man’s face kept flickering in his vision. It was because Cheon Mu-gyeong’s smile had been etched so deeply into his mind.
If Cheon Mu-gyeong had a lover, would he smile like that at them? Such absurdly soft thoughts were beginning to encroach upon his brain.
A tickling sensation reached his hands as well, and Ho-yeon tightly gripped the snow leopard’s fur with both hands.
“Wi Ho-yeon.”
Even though he was called from behind, Ho-yeon did not look back. Then, the man traced the rim of the hole that was gripping his cock. As the sensitive flesh was touched, Ho-yeon trembled violently.
“What exactly does ‘treating someone so well that they envy nothing in the world’ look like?”
It was spoken in a casual, offhand tone, but it struck Ho-yeon with great force. Come to think of it, he had simply thought that way without deciding on any specific process or method.
“Ju… just as long as you don’t do things that cause qi deviation,” Ho-yeon muttered, a hint of lingering resentment in his voice. However, it wasn’t even enough to be called a snap; the words simply vanished, as if soaking into the snow leopard’s fur.
“And I’m the one who saved someone like you.”
How could he be so confident? Ho-yeon tried to snap back firmly this time, but in the end, only a moan escaped him. Cheon Mu-gyeong had begun to thrust, gripping both of his buttocks tightly.
Ho-yeon felt as if his brain were sizzling. As the massive cock scraped and pounded the empty interior, saliva dripped from his parted lips.
To think he was a person so fond of erotic affairs…
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed right in his ears as the man moved powerfully, crushing Ho-yeon’s buttocks. Before the indentation could spring back, he was thrust in again rapidly. Because he was lying face down, Ho-yeon, who was leaking saliva from his mouth, could not support his entwined legs and lowered them back down.
He felt as if his head would go completely empty at this rate. He tried to crawl away on his toes to avoid the deep penetration, but the man wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled. In a position that felt like being strangled, his struggles were nothing more than frantic twitching.
Stop, stop it… The only things coming from his fluttering lips were moans that didn’t form words. As the vaginal walls swelled, the peak was also fully engorged, rubbing frantically against Cheon Mu-gyeong’s penis. The glans pierced the peak, drilling through the lower dantian and stabbing deep into the colon; inside, heat flared as if being tempered by a pillar of fire.
For Ho-yeon, who always harbored only frost energy, it was a truly unfamiliar and seductive sensation. The body of Cheon Mu-gyeong that had overwhelmed him was equally hot, and the strength in the hands gripping his forearms gradually faded.
“Think carefully. I don’t do ‘playtime.’”
“Understand that this isn’t just a one-time thing.”
Cheon Mu-gyeong’s voice echoed in his muffled ears and head. It was definitely his voice, but he couldn’t remember exactly when he had heard it.
When had the man breathing heavily behind him said such things? Did the meaning of ‘no playtime’ and ‘not a one-time thing’ mean what he thought it meant? However, Ho-yeon could not think more deeply, overwhelmed by the act.
Cheon Mu-gyeong explored Ho-yeon’s interior in a trance. Since his thirst would not subside, he wanted to plunder all the energy of the lower dantian inside, yet conversely, he surrendered his cock entirely to the frost energy that seemed ready to devour him. Hee, hieuk! Perhaps because he inserted himself shortly and powerfully without once pulling out the angry pillar, the sounds leaking from Ho-yeon’s mouth were quite pitiful.
Even the sensation of unswallowed saliva wetting his right arm made him anxious, making his waist movements even more cruel. He wanted to pour everything of himself into Wi Ho-yeon just like this.
Mu, Mu-gyeong. Cheon Mu-gyeong… It’s hard, I’m struggling.
Ho-yeon sobbed at the powerful waist movements that didn’t just stir the inside of his belly but were strong enough to bruise his buttocks.
“Huu, is it just hard?”
Now, one hand was not enough, so he hugged Ho-yeon from behind with both arms, crushing him.
“No, no, but it’s too, too… intense. Huaat…!”
At the word ‘no,’ Cheon Mu-gyeong straightened his waist while still holding Ho-yeon. Ho-yeon’s upper body, trapped in the crossed arms, also bent and was pulled up by Cheon Mu-gyeong.
Kneeling, he bit the nape of Ho-yeon’s neck and thrust upward violently with a loud thud. Due to the posture, the penis clearly pushed up against the abdominal skin, which had become incredibly taut.
Mu-gyeong’s neck tingled at the sound of Ho-yeon’s erotic cries. Ho-yeon, who had been gripping only Cheon Mu-gyeong’s forearms while his body was bent backward, suddenly tightened his grip and shot water from his penis.
Ho-yeon, who had been frozen stiff without even being able to pant, dropped his hands to the floor at some point. After bursting forth with such momentum, now only a thin liquid, not seed, flowed intermittently and lengthily from his penis.
Soon, Ho-yeon’s body, held up only by Cheon Mu-gyeong’s arm strength, slumped downward. He, too, was unable to escape from Ho-yeon’s interior, which was squeezing him, and was reaching his limit. Having driven himself to the deepest part, he consciously controlled his body, which wanted to dig in even further.
If he hugged him any tighter here, this lean body might break in several places. He relaxed his jaw and left only a deep love bite instead of tooth marks on the nape.
Haa, exhaling a long breath, Mu-gyeong slowly laid Ho-yeon down on the animal pelt. Even so, his ejaculation had not yet ended. It was an amount that would have horrified Ho-yeon had he been awake.
As he pulled out his cock, which showed no sign of subsiding, semen bubbled and leaked out with a squelching sound. Mu-gyeong tightened the strength in his legs, this time for the opposite reason. The muscles in his thighs were strained to the limit to control himself from thrusting back into Ho-yeon.
Once he withdrew the penis, which took as long to remove as it did to insert, semen surged back from the slightly open red hole. Even though he was lying face down, it seemed as if his belly was filled to the point of overflowing. He gently lifted and hugged Ho-yeon’s body, brushing back the messy hair.
“You’re a complete phoenix head wild hair.”
Beneath eyes that held a fierce hue, his lips formed a faint arc.
Chapter 3. Ties
Before his death, Ho-yeon received a great grace from the ice dragon.
The ice dragon was destined to go berserk upon the death of its other half, the fire dragon. Therefore, to ensure it would not harm Ho-yeon even if it were swept away by madness, it offered its heart as a price to seal itself.
“Since my other half is dead, I cannot exist separately. I will soon be seized by madness. However, by the time you, child, absorb all of my energy, this body will have crumbled away.”
It was a sulgub spell that put the ice dragon into a long sleep, just as it had for Ho-yeon. In truth, the ice dragon was as good as dead from the moment it carved the spell into its heart. After seeing Ho-yeon fall into a long sleep, the ice dragon closed its eyelids, which it had never closed since birth. Eyes shaped like white snow crystals vanished into the darkness.
Since then, the underground cave of the eternal snow mountains was a perfectly sealed place, separated into a space untouched by human hands. However, there was something the ice dragon had overlooked. A man caught in its barrier, a being who had emerged from the lava after devouring the fire dragon’s inner core.
The ice dragon was certain that Cheon Mu-gyeong could never withstand the fire dragon’s inner core in a human body. However, he was a man with martial prowess so powerful that he was called the reincarnation of the first heavenly demon. And the first heavenly demon was the demonic practitioner who had sealed the fire dragon, who had headed for the hundred thousand great mountains, so that it could not leave the Flame Mountain.
He had turned the oral formula of the heavenly demon divine art, which he created, into a sulgub spell to bind the fire dragon to the Flame Mountain. Because of this, the fire dragon could not covet the ice dragon of the eternal snow mountains until the power of the seal weakened. Just when it finally became possible to escape the Flame Mountain, the fire dragon ended up being subjugated by a descendant of the first heavenly demon.
Crack, crunch. Ho-yeon, who had been sleeping curled up, frowned at the sound of something breaking and tearing. Because he had been in a state of suspended animation within the ice dragon’s space, where external interference was blocked, he could not easily open his heavy eyes. However, it was not the sound that woke Ho-yeon.
Heat flowing in fiercely from somewhere. The heat of the flames, which Ho-yeon had desperately longed for since being trapped in the underground cave, woke him from his weary sleep.
What on earth was happening? Ho-yeon forced his eyes open. Then, instinctively raising his stiff body, he shifted his gaze toward where the heat was flowing. At the same time, a red energy filled his blue eyes. With a dazed look, Ho-yeon stared at the torn space.
Was what he saw before not an illusion?
Before falling asleep, Ho-yeon had once seen the back of a man with the lava behind him. At the time, he thought he might have misseen it because his desire for warmth was too great, but the man crossing over the torn barrier now was real.
Splash, splash. In the hand of the man with disheveled long hair was a long sword, and wherever he walked, the ice melted, leaving the ground soaked.
Eyes of red that felt almost manic, paired with hair that cast a darkness as deep as pitch, slowly looked around the underground cave. Ho-yeon, whose body was still frozen, was merely pressing the snow leopard’s pelt with both arms. The man, whose gaze dropped to Ho-yeon, began to walk again, step by step.
Before, he thought he had seen a red fire dragon in that torn space, but now, beyond the barrier that was tattered like a piece of paper, only lava was visible. As the man with the lava behind him walked toward him, Ho-yeon momentarily looked for the ice dragon. However, the ice dragon was sleeping in a distant, invisible place to avoid freezing Ho-yeon to death.
As soon as he saw the man with the sword, Ho-yeon raised his frozen hands to cover his head. However, with a sharp clang, the sword fell to the floor. Then, Ho-yeon saw a shadow casting over him, as dark as the man’s hair.
The man had lost consciousness and collapsed onto Ho-yeon.
…It’s warm.
Even while being helplessly crushed by the weight of the collapsing man, Ho-yeon barely managed to have that one thought.