FSA 45

“Whoa!”

The moment he was held by a strong force, Yohan was instantly pulled into a firm, warm embrace. Lying on the soft mattress with his back against Lee Hyun-muk, he jumped.

“You weren’t asleep!”

“…I never said I was.”

Lee Hyun-muk replied in a voice tinged with a faint smile. Having spent time together, Yohan had realized he seemed quite playful, more so than he’d expected.

“Of course, I wouldn’t be able to talk if I were asleep!”

“Yohan, don’t be so absolute. Nothing is impossible in the Abyss.”

Oh. Is that so? Can one talk even while sleeping… Yohan, who had been thinking seriously, soon realized he was being teased. As he blushed and couldn’t retort, Lee Hyun-muk lightly patted his body. It was clearly treating him like a child.

“You were scared because of Ho-young.”

“Um, Seungryong Hyung and everyone else seem to forget, but I’m twenty-three.”

Lee Hyun-muk and Yoon Seung-ryong not only ensured Yohan was never in danger but also took great care of him in many ways. It didn’t seem to be solely because he was a Purifier. Yohan often felt the two treated him as if he were much, much younger. Was it because, unlike them, Yohan himself had no experience in social life?

“Mm, right. Twenty-three.”

Even now, when he mentioned his age again, Hyun-mook looked at him with a peculiar gaze. Feeling like he was being interrogated, Yohan flinched.

“…Of course, it’s true that Joo Ho-young is scary, but…”

He answered hesitantly and sighed inwardly. Yes, it was natural for him to be treated like a child when he acted this way. Perhaps it was because he had spent three years in the Abyss, but Yohan felt a seasoned maturity from both Lee Hyun-muk and Yoon Seung-ryong.

…If I somehow rescue Joo Ho-young and join them, I might be able to escape being treated as the youngest!

“Yes. It’s okay to be scared. I’ll keep watching over you, so go to sleep now.”

“Good night…”

Saying goodnight for the second time, Yohan closed his eyes. Unlike before, there was no sinister gaze or chilling voice, so he felt much more at ease.

…However, as his body relaxed, something else began to bother him.

Instead of relaxing comfortably, Yohan’s body stiffened. He was acutely aware of the person lying right behind him. Lee Hyun-muk always had a warm body temperature whenever they made contact, and perhaps because of that, he could feel the warmth radiating from behind him. Yohan repeated to himself diligently.

‘This is fan love. This is fan love. It’s fan love… …But, actually… am I also… capable of both women and men?’

Come to think of it, it hadn’t felt bad whenever they kissed, had it? No, not only was it not bad, it felt good. He suspected it would be similar even if they did more than that. More than that… Yohan, knowing it was rude, found himself having suggestive thoughts about the person so close to him. It felt entirely possible. No, not just possible…!

Yohan, who had tried hard to ignore Lee Hyun-muk and ended up discovering his new identity, squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to sleep again, but the other person’s steady breathing tickling his ears and neck became extremely bothersome. Contrary to his frozen body, a hot flush spread to his ears. His trembling gaze suddenly flickered downwards, and he squeezed his eyes shut again.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t masturbated even once since falling into the Abyss. Yohan decided to assume he was going mad with lust.

“Lee Hyun-muk-ssi. Um, I’m not scared anymore. I’m going back to my place to sleep, so please sleep well…”

Pretending to be calm, Yohan got up. As he hurried to return to his spot, Lee Hyun-muk’s words struck him like a blow to the back of his head.

“Yohan… Should I pretend not to know from now on?”

Yohan’s heart leaped and then plummeted. He knew! He knew! I want to die, really! As he screamed internally, about to nod vigorously, another statement struck his crown with the impact of a low resonance.

“Or, should I pretend to know.”

And with this statement, he could no longer think straight. Was he having a lewd dream? How could someone like Lee Hyun-muk say such a thing to him? Yet, everything felt too real.

Yohan, half-sitting up awkwardly, remained silent for a long time, sweating profusely. His face slowly turned red.

Naturally, he should have asked him to pretend not to know. But a maddening desire surged intensely. He could no longer deceive himself by calling it mere fan love. Biting his lips, Yohan finally managed to speak in a trembling voice.

“If you pretend to know, then… what happens…?”

“You just lie down again.”

It was a very low, gentle voice. With hands damp with sweat, Yohan merely clutched the mattress before slowly lying back down. He couldn’t bring himself to look Lee Hyun-muk in the eye. He mumbled in a voice he could barely muster.

“Then, then, please… pretend to know.”

Just saying that made his breath catch in his throat. Should he have asked him to pretend not to know? Already regretting it and savoring his bewildered feelings, Lee Hyun-muk’s hand came to rest on his stomach. Lightly covering him, he said softly.

“If you don’t like it, tell me right away.”

“Yes…”

Answering with a voice trembling like a goat’s, Lee Hyun-muk pulled Yohan closer. As he was held tightly in his embrace, stiffening, Hyun-mook’s hand slowly began to stroke his lower abdomen. It was a gentle, soothing touch, like a healing hand when one had a stomach ache. As he relaxed slightly, the hand slowly delved between his legs.

“Ah…!”

He let out a surprised sound without realizing it, and Yohan clamped his mouth shut. The sensation of the hand entering his training pants felt utterly unreal. It was a part of his body that had never been touched by another’s hand, and his heart pounded so loudly in his ears from tension.

The touch caressing his pubic area was intensely sensual. When the hand moved deeper, gently stroking his semi-erect penis, a shiver ran through him. While he fumbled helplessly, he was completely enveloped in Lee Hyun-muk’s large, firm grasp.

It was strange, hot, and his heart felt like it would burst. Heat rose to his eyes, and his lips felt dry, so Yohan unconsciously licked them. Just being touched once made him feel like he was dying. Hyun-mook paused, as if waiting for him to say he disliked it or wanted him to stop. Yohan barely managed to suppress the urge to lift his hips. Then, Lee Hyun-muk praised him as if he had done well.

“Yes, good boy. I’ll continue.”

…Is a soothing voice supposed to feel this good? Soon after, Lee Hyun-muk’s hand moved, and Yohan could no longer think coherently.

Applying just the right amount of pressure, his hand moved up and down. The sensation was so, so good it gave him goosebumps. It was sweeter than any fruit shaved ice he had eaten that day, making his mouth water. Swallowing reflexively, Yohan instinctively drew his legs together. His waist twisted involuntarily, trying to push into the hot palm.

“Hh, ugh…”

Unable to do such a rude thing, Yohan moaned and endured. Swish, swish, swish… The sound of fabric and skin friction was loud. But as pre-ejaculate trickled out, wetting his palm, the sounds gradually turned into louder, more lewd friction.

He kept trying to suppress his moans, so Yohan covered his mouth. His ragged, panting breaths escaped between his fingers. His entire body felt like it was melting from the heat. He felt ashamed and embarrassed, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

His glans and shaft moved in and out between his fingers, adding to the pleasant pressure. As the speed gradually increased, Yohan’s hips twitched. In the midst of stimulation that felt like a journey between heaven and hell, his reason shattered. His thighs and buttocks tensed. Ascending endlessly, he soon collapsed into a distant climax.

“Hah, huff…!”

The breath he had been holding back was exhaled in ragged gasps. His body, which had been stiff with tension, slowly relaxed into a languid afterglow. Only when Lee Hyun-muk wiped his hand, soiled with ejaculate, did Yohan finally regain his senses. Flustered, he sat up abruptly.

“Lee Hyun-muk-ssi! I’m sorry. Where did I put something to… to wipe with?”

“It’s okay. I already wiped it.”

Yohan, his face flushed crimson, immediately purified his hands, which had already been wiped clean. He was so flustered that he only later realized bodily fluid might not be something to purify. Lee Hyun-muk, showing no sign of surprise, gently pushed the flustered Yohan back down.

“It didn’t feel bad, did it?”

“How could it have felt bad…”

Rather, it was the best thing he had ever experienced. No, it was more than good. He still felt a sense of unreality, as if he had experienced a short, sweet illusion, and his legs felt weak.

Curling up in the blanket, Yohan glanced at Lee Hyun-muk. His gaze drifted to Hyun-mook’s legs, which were returning after wiping his hands with a slightly damp cloth, and he was shocked. Unlike himself, who had felt like he was dying of pleasure, Lee Hyun-mook didn’t seem excited at all…

Thinking he had been the only one panting like a rutting animal, his embarrassment doubled. Yohan hesitated, then cautiously opened his mouth.

“Um, should I… do it for you too…?”

“No.”

The immediate reply caught Yohan completely off guard. Being rejected was more shocking than he’d expected, and he stammered incoherently.

“Oh, I see. It would be unfair if only I did it. So….”

“Yohan, you don’t have to worry about me at all. It’s really okay.”

Lee Hyun-muk put pressure on his hand and gently pushed Yohan back down. He parted his lips as if to say something, then Yohan buried himself deep in the blanket. He spoke to Lee Hyun-muk in a voice barely audible.

“Then, I’ll be going to sleep now.”

“Yes. I’m really fine, so don’t worry about it.”

His voice was calm and steady, as usual. Even though he had heard Hyun-mook say he was fine three times, he didn’t feel fine at all. …But why wasn’t he fine? Perhaps because he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason, or perhaps because his excitement hadn’t subsided, sleep wouldn’t come easily.

Only as sleep began to creep in did Yohan finally realize that the assumption that Lee Hyun-muk had simply provided him with one-sided service because he was a precious Purifier was tormenting him. Hyun-mook’s lack of excitement and his outright refusal of his offer seemed like direct proof.

…I should have asked him to pretend not to know. Deeply regretting it, Yohan sighed inwardly, trying to soothe his dejected heart.