#65
“Can’t even stand properly?”
“You suddenly! …What if you pull out?”
Choi Do-jun slightly furrowed his brow. Seo Yi-young raised his voice but, realizing how it echoed, quickly lowered it.
“Weren’t you the one who said it was uncomfortable?”
“I said uncomfortable, but if you suddenly do that… forget it.”
Seo Yi-young, who had been complaining, closed his mouth. As his nape turned red, he hesitated and fell silent. Choi Do-jun knew what he had seen to make him react that way. He had turned away after seeing Choi Do-jun’s cock, which hadn’t yet climaxed. He must have realized the act wasn’t going to stop.
“Turn around.”
“Why again.”
Though he spoke like that, he still turned his body, and Choi Do-jun stared at him.
Despite being an S-Class hunter, he had a pale, frail-looking body. He seemed afraid when touched, as if Choi Do-jun might break his bones, but he wasn’t merely fearful—he maintained a facade of nonchalance while snapping back at Choi Do-jun. He never showed signs of backing down.
Even now.
Choi Do-jun quietly looked down at Seo Yi-young.
[Forget it, where are you hurt?]
[When you’re bleeding like this, you should ask to be healed. Let me see.]
[Where else hurts? Nowhere? Tell me.]
He recalled Seo Yi-young chattering away as he treated Choi Do-jun’s wounds after a dungeon conquest, stopping him from going home. At first, he wanted to ask if he was joking. But that attitude—it wasn’t fabricated. He was genuinely concerned.
Does it hurt?
Seo Yi-young was the first person to ask such a question after seeing how Choi Do-jun slaughtered mobs in the dungeon.
Of course, it wasn’t the first time he’d received that question itself.
Since his awakening, older adults occasionally asked such questions when he entered dungeons. But rather than genuinely inquiring about his well-being, they were expressing concern like, “Are you okay, being so young?”
However, even those questions completely disappeared after they saw how Choi Do-jun massacred mobs in the dungeon.
Instead, they avoided him if anything.
Even if Choi Do-jun was injured, they assumed he would be fine since he was an S-Class hunter. Since Choi Do-jun never showed signs of pain, such prejudices became increasingly firm. He didn’t feel the need to correct them.
After becoming a combat hunter, Choi Do-jun gradually solidified his thoughts about his own value.
To them, to those who weren’t hunters, and to other non-combat hunters, Choi Do-jun was merely a useful weapon for killing mobs and conquering dungeons with ease.
Choi Do-jun also became increasingly desensitized to such perspectives. Had he been hurt by such attitudes at first? Perhaps he had. But as one lives, calluses inevitably form. Now he believed it didn’t bother him. And it truly didn’t.
Yet Seo Yi-young…
Choi Do-jun’s eyes narrowed.
“Wait, leg, don’t put the leg like, mm, ugh… Ah! Ahhh.”
As he lifted one of Seo Yi-young’s legs and entered him, Seo Yi-young immediately grabbed Choi Do-jun, seemingly afraid of falling. His arms, tightly wrapped around as if afraid of letting go, were quite satisfying.
As far as Choi Do-jun knew, Seo Yi-young wasn’t a naive person. He knew that Seo Yi-young had harbored resentment toward him from before. But when they met, he’d smile with his eyes and pretend to be polite. Having a different face and heart was common. Since Choi Do-jun was surrounded by such people, he wasn’t curious about Seo Yi-young’s true feelings.
Previously, Seo Yi-young had even blatantly tried to seduce him, but he had ignored it. There were many such people besides Seo Yi-young. There was too much associated with the name “S-Class Hunter Choi Do-jun,” and everyone who approached him coveted those things. There were so many of them, it was nauseating. It was even tiresome how they all approached in such similar ways.
But one day, Seo Yi-young’s attitude suddenly changed. His open display of dislike was refreshing. Most people, because of Choi Do-jun’s influence and utility, somehow concealed their true feelings and maintained an outwardly friendly attitude.
But Seo Yi-young didn’t.
He rattled on quite boldly.
It became interesting.
“Ugh, uahh, ah, ah! Aah! Ahh!”
The soft yet tight insides clung to his cock with each movement. The undulating interior gripped his cock like it was chewing on it, and the pressure was so intense that it wouldn’t be strange to climax immediately. He should have been gentler, but it was hard to control.
Does it hurt?
He hadn’t expected to be asked such a question by Seo Yi-young.
And he hadn’t known he would be so moved by that question. So that day, he grabbed Seo Yi-young and dragged him into the car. It was an unplanned, unconsidered action. Purely impulsive.
After all, Seo Yi-young had been completely off Choi Do-jun’s radar. If this was an act—even if it was an act, it was intriguing.
Seo Yi-young was afraid of it being inserted too deep. Choi Do-jun knew how deep that was.
As he pulled his hips back and quickly thrust upward, Seo Yi-young moaned, shaking his head. The sloshing sounds of insertion and withdrawal echoed in the bathroom.
“Wait, ack, haah! No, stop, too, ah, ahk, ah! Too strong, ah! Ahh! Deep, dee, hic, ungh…!”
Seo Yi-young treated him like a normal person. Next to him, Choi Do-jun felt like he had become an ordinary person. He could be a regular person. Not a weapon, but finally a human being.
Seo Yi-young was the only one who treated him that way. That reason was enough.
He had exercised good self-control until now, but this time, he wasn’t confident.
Seo Yi-young had always reacted ecstatically when his prostate was stimulated, and this time was no exception. The mucous membrane began to ripple like waves. From experience, Choi Do-jun knew this was how Seo Yi-young reacted just before reaching climax.
No, it was slightly different from usual.
The hole gripping Choi Do-jun’s cock began to twitch violently. The pressure inside where his cock was inserted rapidly increased. Choi Do-jun’s brow furrowed at the movement that felt like being kneaded by a hand.
“Ah, ah! Ah! Huaaah…! Sto, stop. Ah, wait, wai, ugh!”
The strength of Seo Yi-young’s arms around his neck increased. Due to Choi Do-jun thrusting his hips up so forcefully, Seo Yi-young’s body seemed to be pushed upward, barely supporting himself on his toes. Choi Do-jun moved Seo Yi-young’s leg from his arm to wrap around his waist, and instead encircled Seo Yi-young’s slender waist with his arm. He placed his other hand on Seo Yi-young’s buttocks.
On Seo Yi-young’s lean body, his buttocks were one of the few parts with some flesh. When he squeezed, flesh bulged between his fingers. Choi Do-jun enjoyed that sensation as he continued to move his hips.
“Ah, hic, ugh, hic, inside, in, inside, ah, stop! Ah, ah!”
The sensation against his glans became increasingly soft. At first it was firm, but it clearly became more yielding with each thrust. The wall that had been tightly closed, seeming like it would never open, was gradually spreading.
“Do, Doju, hu, ah, ack! Hiik, ah! Huah!”
Seo Yi-young shook his head and clung desperately.
As Choi Do-jun continued to push his cock inside, forcing it open, the wall clung to it with a chewy sensation. It was such an exquisite feeling that he involuntarily exclaimed. Swoosh. He could feel it with the sensitive sensation of his glans. That he had opened another part deep inside Seo Yi-young’s body.
“Ah! Ah, ah! Ahh! Ah, ahhh!”
Seo Yi-young tilted his head back and stiffened every muscle in his body.
“…Mm.”
The soft mucous membrane convulsed violently. The inner walls undulated as if sucking him in deeper. Seo Yi-young’s inner walls clung to his shaft so tightly that it almost made him dizzy. It was an incredible body. The more he embraced it, the more addictive it seemed.
“Hu, uhuu… ah.”
Even amidst this, Choi Do-jun, concerned that Seo Yi-young might hit his head against the wall, quickly cradled the back of his head. A stream of water from Seo Yi-young’s cock wet Choi Do-jun’s face. That water was as hot as the body temperature he felt from his cock inserted inside Seo Yi-young.
Choi Do-jun licked the water that wet his face and dripped down to his lips. He had no particular thoughts about it. It wasn’t to tease Seo Yi-young, nor did he have any particularly deviant tastes. But it must have appeared differently to Seo Yi-young. He stared blankly, blinking slowly, before immediately turning bright red and pounding Choi Do-jun’s shoulder with his fist.
“You, that, th-that, eat, are you crazy?”
“It doesn’t taste strange.”
“…You, this, you call that a response.”
Not just his face, but his earlobes and neck turned red too. It was quite a dramatic change. Finding it impressive, he stared quietly, but Seo Yi-young seemed displeased with his attitude. As he slowly pulled out his hips and then gently pushed upward, Seo Yi-young’s eyes widened.
“Wait, you, don’t tell me all in, in… mmm.”
He seemed to have just noticed.
Seo Yi-young felt Choi Do-jun’s testicles against his buttocks, which hadn’t touched before, and seemed confused. His pupils moved busily from side to side as if he couldn’t believe it. He reached out to feel where they were connected. He sometimes checked like this, apparently unaware of how intensely stimulating it was. Seo Yi-young’s slender fingers touched the connected parts. After confirming they were tightly joined without gaps, his eyes seemed to fill with moisture before he glared at Choi Do-jun.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
