What seemed unlikely turned out to be real. Kessler pressed his lips against the tip of my nose, then gently shook his head. As a result, our lips brushed and collided. It was a kind of kiss I had never seen or heard of before.
He lifted me up onto the table. The part-timer working at the café instinctively covered his eyes and quietly exited.
“Since it’s our 50th day, I’m gonna put it in 50 times.”
“Excuse me—”
Kessler’s hand had already slipped between my pants. I flinched, my rear clenching reflexively. I grabbed at his wrist in protest, but it was no use.
My pants were pulled down in one swift motion and hung loosely around my ankles before being tossed aside like nothing.
“What if someone comes in?”
“Good point.”
My earnest concern was resolved just like that—Kessler stationed his shadows at each door like sentries. Then he stared intently at the bulge beneath my white cotton briefs, as if studying it. It was mortifying.
It wasn’t the first time—but in a way, it was. Our last encounter had happened when he’d only been half in his right mind…
I held my breath, watching his movements quietly. He laid his palm flat over the top of my briefs and murmured,
“Warm.”
Then, he brought his cheek to it. The heat of his skin made a dull ache swell in my balls.
Meanwhile, his hand slipped beneath the briefs and started groping my buttocks. A bit of precum had already leaked from the tip and dampened the cotton.
Since the fabric was thin and cheap—clearly beginner-grade—the wet area now revealed a faint pink outline.
Sniff sniff. He brought his nose to that spot and inhaled deeply. Instinctively, I reached out to stop him, my fingers closing around his.
“Your hands are really small.”
“Please stop smelling me…”
“I want to bury my face here forever.”
As he rubbed his cheek even more fervently against the damp fabric, the wet patch spread wider.
I wanted to snap at him to just take them off already, but I knew exactly what would happen if he did. I wasn’t ready for that yet…
And then, he pulled my briefs to the side.
“Jesus, where the hell did you learn to do that?!”
“Hehe. Learning right now.”
My breathing stumbled from the sheer shock, and my lower abdomen trembled.
He cupped my cock, which had popped free to the side, and pulled out my heavy, stiff balls as well. It felt like some odd form of courtesy.
Gulp. I clearly heard him swallow.
“Can you… not to the left—can you move it the other way instead?”
“The other way?”
I preferred it to the right anyway, so if it was going to be out, I figured I might as well ask. But Kessler was the kind of progressive bastard who gave you more than you asked for.
Instead of adjusting, he just pulled the briefs off completely. The discomfort of the wet fabric dragging along my skin vanished, and my legs instinctively drew in.
“I said I’m embarrassed.”
“Me too.”
He grinned like a kid on Christmas morning and readily agreed. With zero hesitation, his hand grabbed my cock again—and then he shimmied off his own pants entirely.
If he was about to go in raw, I was planning to whip out the bottle of lube I’d received as a reward after our first time.
And then it appeared—his erect, elephant-like cock, pointing straight up. He nudged it forward until it aligned beside mine. The two stood parallel, tip to tip, against my stomach.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Measuring.”
Strangely curious, I propped myself up to get a look at the comparison.
“The baby fox’s baby cock is ripening nicely.”
“Let’s… please not phrase it like that.”
My pride took a hit. I had never once considered myself small—but standing next to his, my proud manhood suddenly looked painfully delicate.
“I’ll protect it.”
“How?”
Our shafts rubbed together in slow, smooth friction. Almost as if shielding mine from his own burning heat, Kessler wrapped his hand around my cock.
Then he started to pump. Protect it, protect it, my ass!!
Milky-white precum seeped from the tip, coating his hand as a wave of pleasure made my inner thighs twitch uncontrollably. My breath came out hot and thick.
“Ugh…”
I clenched my teeth to hold in any moans.
“Cute.”
Soon, cum spurted freely from the tip. The sticky, runny fluid streamed down over his hand.
“Ha… Haa…”
As I panted, catching the breath I’d held back, Kessler suddenly brought his semen-coated hand up to my lips.
“What are you—”
And then he smeared it onto my lips. A faintly fishy scent curled up into my nose, making me instinctively try to wipe it off—but his sticky hand blocked me.
“Do you think this is some kind of toy?”
“I’m being serious right now.”
“What kind of taste even is this… mmph—”
Kessler suddenly leaned in and sucked on my lips like sipping honey. The sticky sensation of lips against lips was vivid. From this close, I could see the long, elegant lashes draped over his closed eyes.
Blood rushed back to my cock, which had just finished climaxing. Why… why did he look so pretty?
As saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth, he carefully licked it up. His hand, persistent as ever, burrowed between my buttocks.
From that point on, I was simply swept along by his hand.
“Gotta eat your cock and meow-meow, right?”
Like someone staking a claim to a library seat, Kessler’s finger slid inside first, calmly coaxing me. With my legs splayed in an M-shape, I watched as his finger slipped in and out of my hole. It still felt tight—so he licked his finger and smeared the saliva onto it to help widen the entrance.
“Ugh… I do have lube, though…”
I muttered that out of embarrassment, but it clearly wasn’t an appealing suggestion to him.
The finger that had been moving in and out of my narrow entrance teasingly scraped along the inner walls. My thigh trembled in response.
“It’s even redder than your cock. Think I can get in?”
“…”
“If it hurts, tell me.”
He brought his cock close and started rubbing it everywhere like he was marking territory. My swollen balls ached uncomfortably, but I bore it in silence, refusing to let pride crumble under the pressure of our size difference.
My inner thighs were glistening all over. More precum dribbled from my cock, which he scooped up with his fingers and rubbed against my entrance.
“Ah…!”
I instinctively tried to back away, but he followed, grabbed my upper body, and pushed me down. And then, in one slow stroke, his cock slipped inside.
“Wait—wait a second—”
“What is it, baby fox?”
Since he’d told me to speak up if it hurt, I raised one hand and cried out. I meant to ask him to take it slow—it felt so unfamiliar—but the moment I saw the soft, blissful expression on his face as he looked down with his cock buried to the hilt, all my resolve just vanished.
A burning heat bloomed inside me. I couldn’t tell whether it was from his cock or the waves of pleasure building up again.
“Happy 50th. Let’s stay like this forever, even five trillion years from now. I’ll make you happy. Got it?”
“Ugh… got it… but didn’t you say to tell you if it hurts?”
His fingers, which had been teasing my nipples, suddenly slipped between my lips.
“Bite this.”
Fuck, is this his idea of a solution? Talking like he’d do anything I asked…
My thoughts cut off. His cock, which had slid out slightly, rammed back in without mercy. The sticky walls of my insides gradually softened and relaxed.
Sensing the change, he now focused entirely on thrusting. Each deep push pounded my pleasure spots with brutal precision.
At some point, I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. I couldn’t hold back the sounds either. My thoughts turned as cloudy as the semen we’d just spilled.
“Ughh…!”
My stiff cock finally let loose a water-gun-like burst. It spattered across his chest, stomach, under his neck—even near his lips—but he didn’t care. He was still completely focused on pounding me.
The schlick-schlick, slap-slap of wet thrusts rang loudly in my ears. Our disheveled fox tails twitched aimlessly across the floor.
“That was… more than fifty times…!”
The words came out broken, each syllable separate. And just as his increasingly rapid thrusts came to a sticky halt, I felt a spreading heat fill my lower belly.
Even after finishing inside me, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he held my waist, collapsed on top of me, and suckled my earlobe like he was claiming it.
“It’s so warm and nice. Let’s go for a hundred. We’ll count this as our early 100-day celebration.”
“There’s no such thing!”
“There is now.”
After finally pulling out, he grabbed my now-softened cock—slack from multiple orgasms—and kissed it like he was trying to soothe it.
***
Among the players, Jung Da-hoon stood out alone.
While everyone was riding the wave of the Arctic Fox cosplay trend, he alone held his ground, sticking to his own face.
“Jung Da-hoon, why don’t you dress up? Weren’t you a Yeo Woo-rim fan?”
“I like my own face.”
“Whoa… max-level confidence.”
While the tall, pale guy was glancing around looking for other players to chat with, someone radiating with unnatural glow approached from the path between the castle and the plaza.
“Gasp—is that the real Woo-rim?”
“No, look at the tails. It could be Kessler.”
“Watch what you say.”
Players were divided on the figure with nine swaying tails. With so many Arctic Fox cosplayers running rampant, even the real Yeo Woo-rim had started to be mistaken for a knock-off.
But Jung Da-hoon knew for sure. He alone could tell who that truly was.
