By Zephyria 
I want to bite into that white, smooth skin. I never dreamed in my life that I would harbor such thoughts toward a man’s body.
I want to nibble on his fingertips and wrists one by one, then part those panting lips to taste his tongue. If I grope across his flat chest, I’ll surely find those hardened peaks.
I could already see him trembling and whimpering below as I pinched and pulled them. That’s why it’s even harder to endure. The image of his face, twisting his body and laughing languidly, overlaps my vision as if I’m peering into the future.
“Nng…!”
The squelching sounds and small moans flowed into my mouth, making it feel as though they were echoing in my head.
Mu-hae repeatedly bit and licked the soft lips, pulling the fluffy head toward him and holding it close.
“Hng, hng… I like it…”
“Your eyes are already glazing over.”
“More. Give me more…”
Just as expected, Joo-oh, intoxicated by the stimulation, panted and urged him on. He seemed so satisfied that his eyes and cheeks were already flushed, and he was making a fuss, shaking his legs.
Seeing him demand things by instinctively digging into his weaknesses, a streak of mischievous spite welled up.
He had lived his life hardly ever smiling, so Mu-hae himself didn’t know how he had ended up doing such childish things whenever a gap opened up.
“Haa… I don’t know.”
“Nng?”
“It’s difficult to proceed further without the user’s permission.”
At the refusal, Joo-oh’s eyes snapped open, but he soon realized it was a joke.
Thump. Thump. Thump. He could feel the rapidly accelerating heartbeat through their touching bodies. Jin Mu-hae arched an eyebrow and stared into the red eyes looking up at him blankly.
“Per… permission.”
The brat stammered, flustered in an unbecoming way. His chest heaved up and down with every breath, as if expecting something.
“I permit it. I’ll permit it.”
“Password.”
“I like Jin Mu-hae. Jin Mu-hae is the best?”
“…”
“Jin Mu-hae is cool? Handsome?”
Fuck. Could the sight of him desperately tacking on all sorts of flowery words be this ridiculous?
Mu-hae pressed his mouth down on the chattering boy again. He shuddered. His gaze showed he was already quite heated just from the kissing, not knowing what to do with himself.
He didn’t know he’d be stimulated by such strange phrasing. This bastard was in heat for half-brother Jin Mu-hae, cult priest Jin Mu-hae, researcher Sunbae Jin Mu-hae, cellmate Jin Mu-hae, and now even for the trivial game star Jin Mu-hae.
“Relax.”
As he slowly stroked the legs stiffened with tension, a low groan escaped.
Only after the boy went limp and soft again did Mu-hae slide his hand into the loose waistband of his pants.
He hated to admit it, but this kind of meddling gave him a perverted sense of satisfaction no matter when he did it.
“Hng…”
“Stay still. Don’t rip your pants again.”
“Jin Mu-hae, I really love this.”
He kneaded the soft buttocks under the underwear several times. Rough breaths wheezed in his ear.
Every time he tightened his grip, the embraced body trembled, and then—flick. As Joo-oh’s waist jerked, his lower half became hot and wet.
They hadn’t even properly started yet, but he was already drenched in pleasure, rubbing his head and making a scene.
Mu-hae kneaded the tight mounds of flesh to his heart’s content while slowly biting and licking the tender neck, the collarbones, and the chest. When he crushed the nipples, which stood round with excitement, with his tongue, the red eyes widened surprisingly.
“Hieuk.”
Seeing his lower back stiffen as if convulsing, it seemed he had come once again. The lips parting in a short afterglow were so terrifyingly lovely that Mu-hae felt like locking him away tightly in a narrow box or a closet again.
“Haha, Jin Mu-hae’s eyes. They’re scary.”
Sensing it instinctively, Joo-oh giggled. He can laugh? After he once ran out saying it was strange and gave Teacher Jung a terrible misunderstanding.
Thinking about it again made him feel resentful, so Mu-hae tightened his grip and whispered threateningly.
“Ah. Come to think of it, I touched you before hitting you.”
“Jin Mu-hae?”
“Someone already reported that they’d be hit and touched openly. Would that be a problem?”
“…Are you going to hit me?”
A cold face and broad shoulders. Strength enough to lift and throw a person with one arm. In front of a visual that would make anyone else call the security force immediately, Joo-oh’s eyes instead sparkled with vitality.
He realized it too late. To this insane fellow, that wasn’t a punishment, but a reward. The dilemma of what ratio of Fruit Tornado and bread to swallow during breakfast was likely a more serious and difficult problem for him to decide.
“I can’t do things like that without the user’s permission.”
Not wanting to lose, he brought out the same shield as before. Joo-oh quickly babbled, “Permission, permission!”
He felt his cheeks were stiff; he was smiling again without realizing it. Mu-hae forced the corners of his mouth down and bit the rim of the other’s ear.
“Nng…!”
While pressing against the skin that didn’t even have a single tooth mark, he thought of a stubborn argument that would make the other jump in annoyance if he heard it.
“I don’t think you ever said you were the user.”
“Hu, then who?”
Of course, it’s me. You said I was your protagonist once. Swallowing the answer that would be hard to utter in a sane state, no matter how excited, he smiled like a vile merchant.
He thought he must have made that kind of face, but for some reason, Joo-oh’s cheeks turned even redder, as if he liked that look too.
His eyes were blurred by now. As if possessed, he looked up at the figure lying on top of him and let out a funny, wheezing breath.
Lick. Then, he licked the other’s face and whimpered. Like a young beast that had been given fresh meat, Joo-oh kicked off his half-lowered pants.
“Please give me permission.”
The moment he whispered, Mu-hae’s lower abdomen tightened sharply. Blood rushed to the top of his head and then drained away all at once, leaving him feeling dizzy.
“Depending on how you do.”
“Jin Mu-hae is the best.”
Thump!
Both eyes were open and he was lying flat, but for a moment, it felt as if his consciousness had snapped.
With a loud noise, the mattress moved at a strange angle. Mu-hae quickly retracted the fist he had instinctively dropped, but he couldn’t erase the emotion remaining in his eyes.
How could he have ever thought of throwing away a fellow who acted like a tongue in his own mouth? With what nerve did he try to keep digging into the secret of the Return flight while keeping him attached to his heels, knowing the relationship between the Aberrant and Crystal Blue?
Of course, for a ‘tongue,’ Joo-oh listened only once in a blue moon, moved too willfully, and overflowed with arrogance.
Still, thinking about it carefully, he was a guy whose even those aspects were likable at times. He figured if he wasn’t just a tongue but something like an Exigua, there was nothing he couldn’t understand.
‘Have I gone crazy?’
Having let the rising heat simmer, it seemed his brain had cooked. Even after having such thoughts, his spine and lower half remained scorching hot.
The user could no longer endure. Mu-hae sucked and nibbled on the vividly red lips and grabbed Joo-oh’s ankle, pulling him straight toward him.
For some reason, he left the underwear hanging on the ankle. There was no particular intention; it just looked good.
“Jin Mu-hae… I want to smell you.”
He struggled pitifully because they had been apart for a moment. Mu-hae fiddled with the flat lower abdomen and slowly moved his hand downward.
As soon as he passed the wet and slippery perineum, the soft, relaxed hole pulsed and swallowed his index finger.
“Hng…”
And then, Joo-oh was making a fuss, biting and sucking on the other’s shoulder. Ripping off the shirt that was soaked up to the collar with one arm, Mu-hae hurriedly undid the front of his pants, which were now more than just stifling—they were tight.
As he thrust in the object that popped out without hesitation, a blunt outline was drawn against the lower abdomen he had been groping and pressing.
“Hek, hieuk…!”
The surprised boy’s eyes flew open, and his pupils dilated just as deeply. The hot and tight inner walls twitched and tightened around the shaft of the cock that had forced its way in.
It wasn’t as if it had been that long since they last mixed their bodies. A tingling, flashing pleasure struck his brain and spine hard.
The sweet and fragrant scent of skin seeped into his lungs, carrying a thick warmth. Strangely, he felt more dizzy and his head hotter now, smelling him, than when he first thrust his cock in.
“Haa… kkh.”
Squelch, slop—. Using the white fluid he had applied with his hand as lubricant, his waist moved on its own.
The simple reciprocating motion of withdrawing from the clinging inner walls and thrusting back in poured out a raw stimulation that was dizzying.
Joo-oh threw his head back as far as it would go and gasped. Clear saliva was flowing beneath his lips for the first time in a while.
“If you tighten too much, it’ll end quickly.”
That was the best his white-out brain could come up with. Seeing as the already burdensome pressure became rhythmically stronger as soon as he spoke, it seemed that damn talk worked quite well on the boy.
“You… haa… have to play the game more.”
“Ut, hng…”
With vacant eyes, Joo-oh waveringly raised both arms. Then, like a drowning person, he hugged Mu-hae very desperately.
Hehe, a laugh drenched in satisfaction echoed weakly near his head. Mu-hae had already kissed him there several times, mixing tongues and swallowing both the moans and laughter he made into himself.
Thud! Every time the thing buried to the root stirred and pressed the inside, the sucking sounds increased. Unable to breathe properly, Joo-oh, whose eyes were half-closed, attempted a communication that could no longer be called human speech: “Uuuu.”
This wasn’t right. No matter how much it was Joo-oh, pushing him this urgently wouldn’t be purely pleasant.
Even as that judgment occurred, his body, once attached, didn’t know how to stop, and he felt he had thrust his hips a dozen more times.
Uung, hu, he mumbled something again. He looked as if his eyes were about to roll back.
“Stop, kkh, haa… stop?”
When he barely managed to ask, the blurred light in the other’s eyes returned slightly, and the boy pushed off the underwear dangling from his ankle with his other foot.
“U, hng… no. I didn’t get permission.”
The way he whimpered, red to the tips of his ears, made Mu-hae want to swallow him whole.
255 – I Became an Anomaly in a Dead Game