By Zephyria 
HF 55
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“No…, it’s okay. You don’t have to bring them.”
The Palace Master was not one to make empty promises, so the children of the eumbyeol hall were likely doing well. Bringing them here out of his own greed would only end up making them suffer. As Mu-gyeong had said, there was no guarantee that the children of the ice palace could survive intact within the demon sect.
Only then did Ho-yeon feel awkward continuing to be held in his arms and tried to step back. Since the arm gripping his waist didn’t loosen, Ho-yeon was about to open his mouth to ask to be let go when—
“Strange, though.”
Ho-yeon looked at him, wondering what on earth he was talking about. The distance between their touching bodies was far too close, but because of the other’s vastly superior height, their meeting gazes maintained a certain distance.
“You should have fainted by now.”
Ho-yeon’s eyelids trembled slightly. He wished he had just lost consciousness when he fell earlier; he lacked the confidence in his acting to pretend to faint now. However, he did not want to let Cheon Mu-gyeong know that there were no side effects even though the seal on his dantian had partially opened.
At first, he thought it had opened by about twenty to thirty percent, but through daily meditative breathing, he realized the truth. Thirty percent was merely his wish; he had barely reached twenty.
“That’s true…, it still hurts a lot right now.”
Ho-yeon deliberately furrowed his brows as if in pain. If Cheon Mu-gyeong discovered there were no side effects, he might become extremely wary of him. Since the man had likely reached a realm where he could read another’s martial prowess, he wouldn’t stop at merely locking him in the sky prison if he discovered the inner power of the ice dragon within him. He would bind him even more meticulously to prevent escape. Or, he might try to take the dantian altogether.
Ho-yeon blinked slowly, mimicking a loss of energy. Cheon Mu-gyeong’s red gaze upon him was burdensome, but by intentionally relaxing his body, he was actually able to avoid the gaze.
Let’s just think of it as sleeping, not fainting. Of course, no matter how much he loved to sleep, he wasn’t so oblivious that he could actually fall asleep in Cheon Mu-gyeong’s arms.
Since he had never acted before, he wasn’t sure if he could make it convincing, but Ho-yeon let all the strength drain from his body. He gave a performance of his life, even letting his eyes roll back like someone completely exhausted.
As soon as Ho-yeon’s body went limp in his arms, Mu-gyeong hoisted him over his shoulder. It wasn’t the first or second time he had carried him like a piece of luggage, but Ho-yeon kept his lips tightly shut, fearing some stray sound might escape.
He was curious about where they were heading, but he didn’t make the mistake of opening his eyes. Even though his face was pressed against the man’s back, he did this to ensure perfection. Yet, absurdly, the man was climbing back up the cliff peak they had just descended.
The moment his toes hit the ground, dust billowed violently, and a booming sound echoed. His form was so light it was hard to even call it a leap, yet he soared several zhang in a single bound. Every minute crack in the wall and every current of wind served as his foothold. The long robe he wore fluttered in the fierce headwind, but it didn’t seem to be any obstacle at all, as his ascending trajectory drew a straight line that never wavered.
He had seen countless people use lightfoot techniques in the ice palace and the demon sect, but the lightfoot technique Cheon Mu-gyeong employed was incomparable to them. It would be nice if he just taught me the basics. But Cheon Mu-gyeong likely had as much intention of becoming his teacher as there were stone fragments falling from this cliff to the bottom.
Before long, a mist resembling a sea of clouds spread beneath his feet. Ho-yeon had forgotten that he was even keeping his eyes open. The moment he lightly landed at the peak of the cliff, the fluttering robe settled downward as if it had stopped. Ho-yeon squeezed his eyes shut. Because they had ascended as quickly as they had fallen, his head felt dizzy.
Mu-gyeong walked toward the thatched hut where the fasting pills were piled. He had clearly said it was a very lonely place to be alone, but it seemed he had no intention of listening to any circumstances.
While there was no reason for the cult leader to listen to his plight, he still felt it was too much, considering the affection that had built up over time. Not affection built with the cult leader, but with the young master of the demonic shadow martial house.
Ho-yeon continued to pretend to be unconscious, grumbling incessantly in his mind. As Mu-gyeong set down his sword and attempted to lay him on the bed, Ho-yeon consciously relaxed his body even further. However, contrary to his expectation that he would be tossed aside, the touch was not rough. That didn’t mean it was affectionate, though.
After pulling back the blanket, the man laid Ho-yeon down, but instead of leaving, he pulled him into an embrace and entwined his fingers in his white hair. The heat felt from the hand touching the skin inside his scalp was immense. It was so warm that his head felt as if it were melting, and his mouth almost opened instinctively.
Embracing Ho-yeon’s slender body so as to hide it from view, he breathed deeply as always. Normally, he was a man so quiet that one couldn’t tell if he was even breathing. But only when holding him, his muscles swelled and his pulse could be felt, as if his entire body were breathing.
Though he was pretending to be unconscious, Ho-yeon soon became languid from the warmth the man provided. His grand ambition to take the man’s fire energy to open his dantian further remained. However, since he hadn’t learned the essence absorption art, he didn’t know how to suck out the fire energy. He could, however, clearly feel the man’s energy permeating his body.
“Are you not going to do your pathetic waist-work today?”
To avoid flinching even for a moment, Ho-yeon brainwashed himself, telling himself he was asleep. But pathetic waist-work? Before he could even wonder, Cheon Mu-gyeong’s hand, which had been sliding down his waist, moved forward. Surprisingly, the place he placed his hand was Ho-yeon’s member.
Ho-yeon was so shocked he almost screamed internally, but he couldn’t stop pretending to be unconscious now. If he did, he might be accused of having faked every single fainting spell up until now.
What was even more flustering was that his member was gradually gaining strength. Ho-yeon had no idea why Cheon Mu-gyeong was gripping him. Could he know I’m pretending and is playing a prank on me?
But as the large hand rubbed his member, a heated breath escaped him—haah… It was a place that had never been touched by another person. Because of that, the sensation pouring into his member was violent.
Unlike his own hands, which were always cold, his member, held by the hot body temperature, began to leak pre-cum like a glacier helplessly melting in lava.
His thoughts stopped to the point where he couldn’t distinguish whether it felt good or bad, and his member, being frictioned by the large hand, felt as if it were streaming out despite its hardness.
Then, suddenly, Cheon Mu-gyeong withdrew his hand. Without realizing it, Ho-yeon pushed his hips forward following the hand, and the man let out a hollow laugh. With a brusque movement, Mu-gyeong grabbed Ho-yeon’s arm and pulled him on top of him. Then, he cupped the back of Ho-yeon’s white head with his hand.
With his cheek pressed against Mu-gyeong’s shoulder, Ho-yeon was appalled by the thick, hard thing touching his own member. His member and the other’s were pressed against each other. With the added weight of his own body, the sensation was even more vivid. If there was any saving grace, it was that their light clothing acted as a barrier between their bodies. But that relief was short-lived; Mu-gyeong abruptly pulled down Ho-yeon’s lower garments.
As the undergarments were pulled down with them, his pale buttocks were fully exposed. Even if he was largely ignorant due to having few opportunities to learn about sex, Ho-yeon knew that Mu-gyeong’s behavior was not normal. Since the back of his head was also fixed in the man’s grip, he couldn’t even pretend to toss and turn to escape.
Why… why on earth is he doing this?
With not only his buttocks but also his cock exposed, Ho-yeon’s closed eyes trembled. Finally, Mu-gyeong’s hand touched his bare member. A current of electricity, incomparable to before, zinged through his head.
Not stopping there, Cheon Mu-gyeong’s member also revealed itself. As the two cocks were held together, a shock hit him as if he had been directly struck by a lightning bolt hitting the demonic cult headquarters.
He had seen Cheon Mu-gyeong’s genitals several times, but this was the first time it had touched his body. But was it really the first time? He recalled that his member had been tingling occasionally recently. He wondered, but Ho-yeon couldn’t pursue the thought further. As his erect member was crushed against the other’s meat-rod, his breath became ragged.
The difference in size was so great that Ho-yeon felt as if his own were being swallowed by the other’s. While cupping the back of his head, Cheon Mu-gyeong pressed his face against the crown of Ho-yeon’s head and used his other hand to friction the two members. Between the hot breath pouring down from above and the heat pressing from below, Ho-yeon felt as if he might actually faint.
Two men rubbing their cocks together…
Could this be a culture that only existed in the demon sect? He knew that was unlikely, but he wondered just in case. Or perhaps this act allowed yin and yang energy to be shared more effectively. It seemed like a plausible deduction. Ho-yeon felt more heat rising in his body now than when they were simply hugging.
A heat that could not normally exist enveloped his body, as if he were submerged in a hot bath. Forgetting to pretend to be unconscious, Ho-yeon groaned and subtly moved his hips. When his urethral opening was pressed by a thumb, a sharp breath burst from his throat. Still, he did not open his eyes. Now, even the soreness of his cheek pressed against the firm chest was welcome.
“The wife must have been quite satisfied.”
For some reason, the voice sounded close to mockery. Holding the two members together, he applied more strength to his hand. Ah, it hurts! Because the brutal grip made it feel as if his member would burst, Ho-yeon could no longer endure it and snapped his head up. The back of his head was still held, but since the man wasn’t applying pressure, he was able to meet his eyes.
It was a reflexive reaction caused by the pain, so he couldn’t take the action back. Supporting himself with both hands on the man’s chest, Ho-yeon’s gaze was trapped by Mu-gyeong.
“Are you done pretending to be unconscious now?”
As Mu-gyeong smirked, Ho-yeon’s blue-grey eyes wavered violently.