By Zephyria 
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“Even inside?”
Joo-oh’s eyes, filled with anticipation and excitement, were a sight to behold even after knowing their true nature.
A gaze reserved solely for one person provided a sense of fulfillment so immense it was hard to comprehend.
His heart thudded again. Was this a surge of fear, remaining like a trauma?
No, it wasn’t. He had been confused in the past, but this was clearly arousal. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be thinking about biting and licking that nape.
Mu-hae covered the rounded ear and cheek with one hand and subtly sucked on the plumped lower lip.
Though he hadn’t fed him any sweets, a fresh, sweet scent like unripe fruit wafted from his mouth.
Finally pushing down the underwear that tightened to the point of pain, he flicked out the member engorged with blood; with a thud, the tip of the penis touched the soft perineum as if it knew exactly where to go.
Thick veins stood out on his forehead. The impulse was so strong that it was a struggle just to enjoy this brief moment without pouncing.
“Nng, mm.”
Whether he knew Mu-hae was struggling to maintain his rationality or not, Joo-oh was busy peppering kisses on the approaching lips.
His eyes showed that he was already overwhelmed with joy just by the fact that Jin Mu-hae was lying over him, enveloping him.
The tip touched the twitching hole. Gasping, Joo-oh trembled and gripped the large hand tightly.
A soft, wet, and slightly tight pressure slowly swallowed the raging member. The sensation of being thrust in deep from the very edge was so intense it sent shivers down his spine.
“Hic! Hng…”
A raw, guttural sound almost escaped his throat. While it was better than losing his mind and screaming in pleasure, he wanted to appear more composed and cool-headed in front of this guy.
Of course, not everything went as planned. As the malignant member buried itself to the root, Joo-oh’s body convulsed briefly, like a hiccup.
His eyes glazed over for a moment at the feeling of the inner walls tightening hotly. Jin Mu-hae let out an unconscious groan and frantically fumbled around the mouth of the panting man.
“Jin, nng, Jin Mu-hae.”
“Open your eyes. Open… huu, keep them open.”
The feeling of those eyes barely managing to look at him while gasping made the hair on his neck stand up. As if possessed, he pulled his hips back and thrust deep inside again.
A slippery, tingling pleasure surged up his spine and seared his brain. The red, desperate, and hazy eyes, clouded by heat, were so alluring he wanted to lick them.
“Only I… huu, do this for you. Only me… remember that.”
“Uuu, ah.”
If he liked the feeling of having his hair stroked, his lips swallowed, his chest toyed with, and being roughly thrust into from the inside, he had to stay by his side.
This pleasure, making him tremble and breathe in such short gasps, had to be obtained only from him.
Because it’s Jin Mu-hae. Because it’s the Jin Mu-hae that Joo-oh loves to death. Because it’s the Jin Mu-hae that he looks for first and clings to wherever he goes.
Judging by his dazed state, he probably didn’t even fully understand what was being said, but even so, Joo-oh nodded obediently.
Responding with “Yes, nng,” sounds that were indistinguishable between answers and moans, he squirmed beautifully atop the other’s clothes.
The joints of his limbs had already turned red. “Jin Mu-hae, like it,” the fragmented mutterings seeped into the lungs like smoke and pierced the heart.
Pressing the inner walls as much as possible with the penis pushed to the limit, Joo-oh’s arms momentarily flailed in the air.
Mu-hae wrapped those arms around his shoulders and slowly raised his knees without withdrawing his buried cock.
“Hic.”
As his body was suddenly lifted, the hole gripping the root of the cock flinched and tightened.
“Don’t clamp down, haa, relax. Relax your strength.”
“Nng, u, Jin Mu-haee.”
Leaning his limp body against him, Joo-oh trembled his hips. Mu-hae almost let out a breath and buckled his legs.
Clenching his teeth so hard his jaw ached, he finally stood up. As his legs dangled in the air, Joo-oh clung to him desperately, panting.
Would it be a bad taste to find this sensation of total dependence so excessively pleasing? While relieved that his condition was gradually stabilizing, Mu-hae sometimes missed the way he used to follow orders blankly.
Come to think of it, he had thought several times before that if proper memories or common sense never returned, he could keep him by his side forever.
Though he judged that the dim-witted fellow gradually understanding words and becoming an equal was the right direction, both humanly and morally.
His dark and damp inner thoughts often gathered trashy words in his head.
Who cares if he’s not sane? He has no family or anyone to grieve for him anyway, so wouldn’t it be great to tame him to your taste and live with him in your arms?
Even if he fumbled with him whenever he wanted or pinned him down, as long as he told him not to tell anyone, no one would know.
Mu-hae pushed aside such thoughts—the kind that could make a cock swell just by thinking about them—without much struggle. It wasn’t solely because of an ethical code that was relatively well-instilled for his profession.
“He, hng… I like Jin Mu-hae.”
It was because he wanted to inhale the affection that the man spat out after thinking and judging for himself.
Whether he was sane or not, the sight of Joo-oh following him with the same gaze felt like splashing water into a strangely dry interior.
“More.”
“Hng?”
“Tell me more.”
It wasn’t exactly the time to make demands of someone busy panting while being impaled by a thick cock. Still, he commendably whimpered and opened his mouth.
“Jin, Mu-hae. Huu, I like you. I like you.”
“And?”
“The best. I like you. My protagonist.”
As Mu-hae poked the inside, Joo-oh twisted his body but managed to pour out the praise. Mu-hae pushed him against the wall and half-withdrew the member—which was now tingling beyond mere excitement—before slamming it back in.
Thwack, thwack. Driven by a pleasure that felt like it would make his head spin, he thrust his hips up like a madman. Joo-oh, who had been smiling faintly, suddenly shuddered with a “hic, kkuk,” his limbs trembling violently.
He chewed and licked every inch of skin his mouth touched, tasting it. He forced the face of the drooling man to stay within his sight and repeatedly kissed the lips that were busy breathing.
Below, above, the lungs—his entire body felt like it would burst from the heat. The stimulation piercing his brain made his eyes half-roll back.
Even so, Mu-hae held his breath and sucked on his tongue several times. Eventually, as his head grew dizzy and his body swayed slightly, he slammed Joo-oh onto the bed and lay over him, enveloping him.
Fuck. His hips wouldn’t stop. He felt less like a human and more like a beast. The pants, which had slid down to his legs, made friction noises in sync with his movements.
He couldn’t tell if the drenched liquid touching everywhere was sweat, saliva, or the semen Joo-oh had released.
One thing was certain: what was now splashing and pouring into the inner walls was the seed he had vomited out.
“Kuk…”
“Hic, hng…”
Joo-oh’s crumpled body trembled in fits. The silhouette of the malignant object could be felt bulging against his flat stomach.
When Mu-hae stroked his cheek, Joo-oh whimpered and rubbed his face against the hand even with his dazed eyes. Without even thinking to wipe away the dripping sweat, Mu-hae pressed his forehead against the other’s.
Everything became distant again. He felt as if the surrounding conflicts and uncomfortable truths were drifting away like a dream.
Something hot and swelling kept rising from within, so he kneaded the reddened earlobes several times. When he pulled out his member, a surge of whitish liquid flowed out from the plumply swollen hole.
It had accumulated for weeks, and it was so thick and plentiful that it felt as if lubricant had been poured in.
“Hng. Huuu…”
“Me too.”
I missed your pretty face quite a bit too. The words he couldn’t bring himself to say lingered achingly inside his chest.
Having never said such cringeworthy things in his life, his mouth shut automatically even in a moment where he had lost all sense of propriety.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around the body trembling slightly from the heat and hugged him tight again. Joo-oh’s member, touching his stomach damply, was standing erect once more.
Does he not get tired? Then again, he wasn’t the type to get tired.
Mu-hae found the slightly open hole and rubbed the tip of his penis against it. Despite having held something that large just a moment ago, the inside had already narrowed again.
Pushing through the clinging inner walls, he forced his way back in. The purring sound of breathing brought a chilling excitement.
“Ugh, hng… Jin Mu-hae. I like you…”
“….”
“I like you, hic, nng.”
“Me too.”
He moved his hips while muttering the same words. It felt as if a fire had started below. A bright red, hot blaze that seemed ready to swallow him and burn his very brain.
* * *
The sexual encounter between the tall man and the even larger man left considerable traces in the living room of the cleanly tidied house.
Clothes scattered here and there, a wet floor, bedding, and a mattress that had sunk—it was a complete mess with not a single spot left untouched.
Normally, he would have been disgusted and cleaned it up immediately, but Mu-hae lay there for a long time, holding the other in his arms.
By the time their body temperatures had cooled slightly, he went to the bathroom. He only now felt a vague regret for the cold showering environment that lacked even a bathtub.
“You have to let go so I can wash you.”
“Hng.”
Even under the pouring water, Joo-oh clung to him stubbornly. His round buttocks were plump and without a single scratch.
He felt like he had kneaded them hard enough to crush fruit unintentionally, but it seemed that most grip strength was simply pleasurable for the man.
“Jin Mu-hae, touch inside again.”
“I’m washing it out.”
No matter how out of it he was, he hadn’t expected to have come this much. Every time he opened the hole, which had miraculously returned to normal, slippery liquid flowed out endlessly.
If left alone, this guy would wander around letting his seed drip between his legs without any thought of wiping it. If he were sent in to wash alone, he might just spend a long time playing by rubbing his legs.
A startling thought crossed his mind that such a scenario wouldn’t be too bad, but he quickly regained his composure and brought him into the bathroom together.
Of course, it wasn’t that he hadn’t anticipated this situation at all.
“Here too, nng. Touch here too.”
“I’m not touching. I’m washing.”
“Wash it for me.”
Joo-oh arbitrarily pulled the other’s hand and placed it on his chest, where the pink nipples were prominent.
Could a man’s chest, lean without a shred of fat, be this erotic and arousing? Mu-hae felt himself harden again while fiddling with the soft skin.
He slid his arm under the other’s side, lifted him, and moved the man—who was clinging to him like a koala—on top of him.
It was warm and damnably pleasant. Fortunately, thanks to having spent some of his energy, he didn’t flip the bathroom upside down.
By the time he had washed Joo-oh clean, wrapped him in a towel, and come out, it was already past midnight.
Though his rationality had flown away, he hadn’t realized they had been entwined for so long. Mu-hae slowly looked around at the scene, including the ruined bed, and pressed his temples.
Perhaps sensing his troubled mood, Joo-oh pulled his wrist. He then led him to the study, diligently tidied the blankets, and then, with a “ta-da,” struck the same pose and smiled proudly.
“Sleep here.”
“With you?”
“Yes. I’ll lend it to you.”
The bedding imbued with his scent looked exceptionally plush. Right, he could just wake up early tomorrow and finish the cleaning in one go.
For once, Mu-hae didn’t snap and lay down on the mattress obediently. As Joo-oh burrowed into his arms, his nerves relaxed surprisingly, and he toyed with the other’s hair several times.
The sensation of him being in his hands again. That strange sense of stability brought peace.
Feeling the familiar presence, Jin Mu-hae soon fell into a short, deep sleep.
Vrrr-.
The Link Watch vibrated once in the middle, but he didn’t even notice.
A message from an unidentified number flashed, catching the eye of Joo-oh, who had not yet fallen asleep.
[Looks like you found your friend? I think it’s about time to settle the payment.]
“There’s no Quest yet.”
The muttering voice echoed in the quiet room.
194 – Became an anomaly in a dead game