By Zephyria 
HF 63
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Was he really saying that he had rubbed his member all over Mu-gyeong’s body? Ho-yeon’s eyes were filled with confusion.
“Then you should have beaten me awake.”
Shameless as it was, Ho-yeon did not back down.
“Ah!”
With a ripping sound, the lower garments Ho-yeon was clutching were torn away by Mu-gyeong’s hand. The thin fabric, which he had regarded as nothing less than armor until now, vanished, leaving him completely naked. Clear handprints from Mu-gyeong were already visible on both of his thighs.
On his testicles, which were a pale pink due to a lack of pigment, there was a single, distinct mole. Mu-gyeong let out a short laugh, finding it amusing that a mole was hidden in such an erotic spot, in addition to the one under his chin.
As Mu-gyeong reached for his thighs again, Ho-yeon struggled more violently.
“I have muscle pain from training, it hurts just to be touched…!”
Mu-gyeong pinned the thrashing body down with his own weight and thrust his hips upward. Not only was he striking Ho-yeon’s testicles, wetting the perineum, but it seemed Ho-yeon’s lower opening was becoming wet as well.
“You dare speak of giving this seat lessons with such pathetic stamina?”
At Mu-gyeong’s unusually rough breath, Ho-yeon instinctively hunched his shoulders. In a situation where it would have been fitting for him to bite sharply or tear at him with his hands, he felt as if he were melting away under the heat Mu-gyeong radiated. The craving of yin energy for yang energy was an irresistible force. Below, they rubbed against each other with a raw intensity that felt as if it would wear them down, and at the tip, their two members ground together.
Twitch by twitch, as his erect penis was subjected to countless frictions, Ho-yeon’s body stiffened beneath Mu-gyeong. Having been gripped firmly from the start and continuously stimulated by the massive member, he could no longer endure it.
“Haa-ut…!”
Whitish semen poured from the trembling, peach-colored penis. Without giving the ejaculating Ho-yeon any respite, Mu-gyeong slammed the head of his cock hard against the testicles.
“Agh!” Ho-yeon groaned in agony, unable to even properly tell him to stop. Having his testicles tormented during ejaculation sent a tingling sensation through his entire body, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Semen stained Mu-gyeong’s chest and Ho-yeon’s abdomen. Moreover, due to the rough movements, everything from the testicles to the perineum was thoroughly drenched in Mu-gyeong’s pre-cum and Ho-yeon’s semen.
“Haa-uk, uuuugh…!”
Ho-yeon tried to push Mu-gyeong’s shoulders away, putting all his strength into his hands, but it was merely a pitiful scratching against the skin. As his testicles were repeatedly struck by the cock, sparks flew before his eyes once more. Though the ejaculation had long since ended, the remaining fluids continued to leak from the urethra.
Mu-gyeong tightened his grip on Ho-yeon, who was writhing in a shuddering heap of pleasure beneath him. He was like a piece of ice. A strong impulse arose within Mu-gyeong to put him in his mouth and crunch him down. It was fascinating how appetite and lust could coexist, even when the other seven emotions and desires had faded.
Despite babbling about affection with his mouth, Ho-yeon had flushed red in the cheeks and spilled his seed. The Ice Palace had done a fine job of hiding such a rare treasure—one so innocent that he had no tolerance for pleasure. No, since Wi Ho-yeon had suddenly appeared and stayed at the Ice Palace, perhaps he had hidden himself away.
“I… I am not the Palace Master’s child, but we are of the same bloodline…!”
Knowing how Wi Yeon-gang had seized the position of Palace Master, Cheon Mu-gyeong could guess Ho-yeon’s situation. Wi Ho-yeon was likely a very close relative of the previous Palace Master. While everyone up to the fourth cousins of the previous master had been purged, Ho-yeon seemed to have survived for some reason.
As if unwilling to reveal the variable that had appeared once in a hundred years to anyone else, Mu-gyeong covered him entirely with his own body. With a slurp, he licked Ho-yeon’s jaw as if tasting a piece of ice in his hand, causing the grip on Ho-yeon’s shoulders to tighten further.
Ho-yeon’s softened penis was tossed around by Mu-gyeong’s movements. Mu-gyeong seemed to have no intention of ejaculating, as his member only grew harder.
“Ugh, you did it more. I’ve paid you back. So, stop right there… Ah!”
Ho-yeon pleaded his case, arguing that no matter how much he had moved his hips, it could never have been as much as Mu-gyeong. But wait, was the place where one “communed” not the hole at the bottom?
Contrary to Ho-yeon’s assumption, Mu-gyeong had not pushed his cock up into the perineum. However, as if to shatter that thought, Mu-gyeong pressed the glans firmly against the opening.
The tightly closed hole constricted further, as if to block the intrusion. Ho-yeon’s lips trembled, fearing that Cheon Mu-gyeong might roughly force his way in.
“Agh, ah, if you do that, I won’t leave you alone.”
“And then what?”
“If you put it in, I won’t just stand by…!”
Tuk. Mu-gyeong flicked Ho-yeon’s forehead with his middle finger. It didn’t hurt, but the startled Ho-yeon covered his forehead with both hands with a loud chap sound.
“Wi Ho-yeon, what exactly is someone like you going to do?”
Though the words were dismissive, a clear smile played on Cheon Mu-gyeong’s lips.
“Hmm? Is the Ice Palace going to declare war on this cult?”
What a terrifying thing to say.
“It’s not the Demon Sect versus the Ice Palace… this is a personal battle.”
Haha. Mu-gyeong laughed out loud at how quickly he tucked his tail. Fortunately, Cheon Mu-gyeong’s penis was resting with a heavy weight against Ho-yeon’s abdomen.
His laughter was brief, but the sound seemed to linger in Ho-yeon’s ears. He grasped his own member and Ho-yeon’s, which had become half-hard again, together.
Before Ho-yeon could ask him to loosen his grip, which was so tight it was almost throbbing, Mu-gyeong began to rub the two members together with a rough sound. The sound of the hand slapping against Mu-gyeong’s abdomen was excessively violent.
If his lower abdomen had been hit by that hand, it felt as though it wouldn’t just be bruised, but the insides would have been damaged. Perhaps because he was a man like a great mountain, he was utterly ferocious.
Ho-yeon let out another moan, helplessly surrendering his lower half. With the addition of the pre-cum bursting from Mu-gyeong’s urethra, the squelching sound was indescribable.
Their lips were positioned so close that it wouldn’t have been strange if their tongues entwined at any moment. However, only cold and hot breaths crossed paths.
Ho-yeon complained again in the meantime, but Mu-gyeong would not let go of his penis. The sound of the friction below was almost deafening. Ah, no, no—having already ejaculated, Ho-yeon’s member had become extremely sensitive.
White hair was scattered everywhere, as if occupying the entire gold-embroidered bed. The ticklish sensation hitting the glans was a feeling he had never experienced in his life. Mu-gyeong even rubbed the urethra vigorously, as if intentionally stimulating him further. Ho-yeon could only let out incoherent moans, like a man who had lost his language.
“Auuugh…!”
At the same moment Ho-yeon finally gave in and released clear fluid, semen erupted from Mu-gyeong’s penis. It was a larger amount than the two times Ho-yeon had ejaculated. It splashed not only on Ho-yeon’s chest but up to his chin, covering two spots in white liquid.
Panting heavily, Ho-yeon’s blue eyes were drenched in bewilderment.
Just now… because his cock was tormented, he had made a mistake.
Mu-gyeong, stroking the penis down with his hand, inhaled deeply against the nape of Ho-yeon’s neck. Despite the fact that everything was damp due to the mistake, Mu-gyeong pressed his body close, and Ho-yeon became a literal block of ice.
Contrary to his frozen body, his skin, covered in semen, felt scorching hot. He felt that if he could consume it somewhere deep inside his body, he might even be able to soothe the vicious yin energy wandering through his blood paths…
Ugh…! At that moment, Ho-yeon let out a shallow moan. Cheon Mu-gyeong had begun to extort the yin energy from him. However, perhaps because his middle dantian had stabilized, there was no longer only pain as before.
In place of the yin energy leaving through the dantian, it felt as if his yang energy was caressing his body. Ho-yeon’s gaze blurred for a moment at the sweet warmth.
If this yang energy didn’t just linger on the surface but entered his body… Ho-yeon entertained an impossible hypothesis. He might have even stuck out his tongue to lick the semen clinging to the corners of his mouth.
As his yin energy was sucked away while held by Mu-gyeong, the strength gradually left Ho-yeon’s body. His eyes opened and closed slowly, unable to think deeply, and he fell into a deep slumber, it being a miracle that he had lasted this long without sleep.
* * *
Ho-yeon, with his white hair tied up tightly, let out a deep sigh.
He was sitting in a table chair in the yard outside the Shadowless Pavilion residence, leaning his chin on his hand. This was also a spot where Cheon Mu-gyeong often drank.
“Young Master, is something troubling you? You have been sighing frequently for a while now.”
Abok, who had brought out warm Longjing tea, stood beside Ho-yeon and asked worriedly. Yesterday, before falling asleep, Ho-yeon had heard Mu-gyeong’s words, though they were hazy.
“Not only did we press our cocks together, but he did his business on my body; to prevent a sword fight, I’ll have to change the regulations first.”
Ho-yeon’s face flushed violently. Since there was no way to make an excuse, it was a great relief that Cheon Mu-gyeong was not by his side the moment he opened his eyes.
However, there was another problem. What if Cheon Mu-gyeong was serious? If he ordered the cultists from now on to rub their lower bodies together as men, everyone would obey. That was how consumed the cultists were by their mad reverence for the Heavenly Demon. Ho-yeon had already encountered that terrible madness during his birthday celebration.
“Abok.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
“By any chance, are there any new regulations or guidelines issued in the Demon Sect?”
Naturally, he asked lightly, hoping it was just a passing thought.
“…How did you know?”
However, Abok tilted his head, looking surprised.
“Huh?”
When Ho-yeon asked back in surprise, Abok nodded.
“There are.”
Ho-yeon’s heart sank.