A shuddering jolt shoots through him, forcing his eyes shut. The hot breath that clings so greedily to his skin feels maddeningly satisfying.
The sheer absurdity of his reason crumbling over such a shallow wave of pleasure makes him scoff inwardly.
Maybe not meeting anyone during this second life was a divine stroke of luck—Cha Eui-sung thought with a foggy head.
If he’d known he had this kind of weakness, he wouldn’t have been able to live a life buried in work like before.
“Moon… Tae-young…”
He managed to call out the name between strained gasps, voice stuttering with effort—only for sharp, even teeth to bite down on his neck in response.
And this was how a so-called civilized man chose to show he was listening?
For someone who supposedly rushed here out of concern, the way he was drowning in lust was downright shameless. Still, even as Cha Eui-sung scoffed inwardly at the absurdity, he couldn’t stop the thrill building up inside him.
With a satisfied moan, he pulled the Demon King’s head closer, fingers clutching at the strands of hair brushing his collarbone.
That gaze—focused entirely and obsessively on him—was terrifyingly sweet.
For a brief moment, everything else—his anxieties, his frustration, the Savior Gauge, the mission—faded from his mind.
And the fact that Moon Tae-young, usually so calm and collected, seemed uncharacteristically desperate today—something about that sparked a fire he hadn’t even known was there.
“Let me see your face.”
Cha Eui-sung murmured the words against his lips. Slowly, Moon Tae-young raised his head.
Half-lidded black eyes, hazy with heat. The delicate lashes, as if painted with the finest brush, gave his expression a kind of antique elegance.
With the veil of perception interference now partially lifted, the sight of his face was so erotically vivid that even Eui-sung’s fingertips throbbed just from looking at him. It was frustrating, knowing the image would blur and fade again so soon.
Damn it. And he’d even taken his glasses off today.
Almost in a trance, Cha Eui-sung raised a hand and traced along the curve beneath his eye, the bridge of his nose, admiring every detail.
Moon Tae-young gave a slight crinkle around the eyes at the touch.
“So… did you spend a lot of time worrying, without me?”
Cha Eui-sung took a calming breath as he asked.
He’d brushed it off earlier with a casual “I like you,” but the truth was, he had been avoiding Moon Tae-young because of the dungeon issue. That much couldn’t be denied.
There was a flicker of disappointment across that handsome face—like he’d been hoping they could just kiss and gloss over it all.
That sly bastard…
Still, it was obvious from his expression that he wanted Cha Eui-sung to know. Moon Tae-young stared at him steadily with those deep, shadowed brown eyes, not a hint of guilt in sight.
“I was hoping… you wouldn’t know.”
“And that’s why you didn’t say a single word. About what you saw there.”
“You probably didn’t expect I’d find out.”
So he had known all about that day—and still stripped him bare and had his way with him like nothing happened.
Cha Eui-sung twisted his lips in response, and Moon Tae-young leaned in to press a kiss to the corner like sealing a stamp.
“You’re not going to ask about what happened that day?”
The question came out in a slightly muffled voice, lips brushing his own. The low tone made his mouth tingle.
Cha Eui-sung thought for a moment, wondering what answer would satisfy this damn Demon King—then just flicked his tongue between Moon Tae-young’s lips in reply.
“Haah…”
Moon Tae-young chuckled, more breath than sound, as he wrapped a hand around the back of Eui-sung’s neck and pulled him closer.
Once again, his mouth opened slightly, and that slick tongue slipped inside.
The wet muscle gently traced the inside of his lips, then pushed in deeper with teasing, dangerous intent.
The ticklish sensation made Cha Eui-sung tremble. His ears tingled with chills. The heat of the man’s scent pressed in close, making his hips tighten involuntarily.
“What have you been doing here, huu, all this time?”
The questions wouldn’t stop.
Now that the dungeon talk was behind them, Moon Tae-young was onto other topics.
Since when was he such a nosy bastard?
Well, sorry, but that’s a no comment.
Cha Eui-sung clamped his mouth shut.
He could’ve made up a lie if he wanted to, but he didn’t feel like dragging Go Yeong-won back into his thoughts—not now, not in this moment.
But then Moon Tae-young’s expression shifted strangely at his refusal.
“Do you… have a lot of friends?”
This, from the same guy who made it painfully obvious early on in the campaign that Cha Eui-sung had none.
Why ask such a loaded question now?
And coming from those glistening lips, it sounded more like seduction than anything else.
This wicked Demon King bastard.
If you want to win, fight fair, damn it—he narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
“What’s that supposed to… Ah, wait—!”
His shirt was lifted, and Moon Tae-young’s hand slid down toward his waist.
Cha Eui-sung let out an involuntary noise, then glared up at him in protest.
He knew this kind of thing made him weak—that’s exactly why he was doing it now.
Unforgivable.
“You’re gonna rip it again, dammit…”
“I’ll give you another shirt.”
“It was expensive, damn it…!”
No matter how much he protested, that hand only slithered up like a snake. That solid arm plunged carelessly into his shirt, and with a loud pop, the fabric split open.
Buttons went flying, but there was no time to care. Fingertips that had just been gliding across his flat chest found a bump and twisted.
“Ugh, seriously…”
A jolt shot through his legs, making them give way.
It wasn’t even a sensitive spot—never had been. Even when he touched it himself, it didn’t feel like anything special.
And yet, when Moon Tae-young touched him… it was different.
Ever since he’d sucked and played with that area, this had become the norm.
To think a rare S-rank Awakened’s body had been turned into this—how disgraceful.
But no matter how much Cha Eui-sung huffed and puffed, the torturously slow stimulation crept up again.
His ragged breathing turned nasal just as—snap!—the rest of the buttons came undone all at once.
Those veiny hands tore his shirt wide open without a shred of remorse.
Thick fingers grazed down his flat belly like they were tickling him, then slowly moved lower.
Every flick of his hand teased around the edges of pleasure, making Eui-sung frown without realizing.
“You’ve been gone quite a while this time.”
The words came with a slick whisper—and a bite to his collarbone.
“Who cares what other people… h-hnng…”
Despite the retort, his lower abdomen tightened.
Because he already knew exactly what was coming next.
“Haah…!”
As expected, Moon Tae-young took his left nipple into his mouth.
The soft, wet sensation locked onto the most sensitive part of him and sucked hard.
When the tip of his tongue circled the areola with deliberate pressure, Cha Eui-sung groaned and twisted his head away.
“Ah, mmngh…”
The bastard. Always going after a spot that wouldn’t even give him anything back, tormenting it whenever he got the chance.
The noises coming out of his own mouth were almost unrecognizable.
His mind, already teetering on the edge, began to drown in a hazy pleasure—but damn it, the stimulation never pushed him past a certain threshold.
Even Moon Tae-young’s hand, now down to his groin, did nothing more than trace over the bulge through the fabric, teasingly light.
Cowardly bastard.
He was doing this on purpose. Giving him just enough to burn, never enough to satisfy.
Thanks to the relentless foreplay, his body was fully lit—trembling and desperate for more.
Annoyed at being so easily led on, Cha Eui-sung furrowed his brow and grabbed at Moon Tae-young’s clothes—but—
Press.
Moon Tae-young pressed a firm finger down on the tip of his cock through the pants, and all the strength drained from him.
With a loud pop, he sucked the skin and pulled back, revealing a flushed face and eyes narrowed in an infuriating smirk.
“You… fuck—ugh!”
That face rode the perfect line—just annoying enough to rile him up, never enough to push him over.
The persistence was incomprehensible.
They’d both glossed over the dungeon topic like it was nothing—so why was he now obsessed with teasing him to the brink?
In the end, unable to bear the searing ache inside, Cha Eui-sung gave in.
He spoke, brushing away the image of silver hair from his mind, voice laced with reluctant resentment.
“Haah… Huu… I drank. Because of you, Moon Tae-young.”
“Because of me?”
“I was going to pack up and leave if you asked me to come back…”
It was half true—but even as he said it, the words sounded pathetically needy.
Shit.
He cursed under his breath.
Moon Tae-young’s eyes, which had been smiling so prettily, now shimmered with a faint sadness.
Only then did Moon Tae-young’s brows twitch slightly—like he’d just realized how out of character he’d been acting.
Yeah. He was definitely acting weird today.
As Cha Eui-sung sighed and leaned into him, the hands that had been tormenting him earlier now gently cradled his head.
“I didn’t call you… because I didn’t want to get in the way.”
“Get in the way of me?”
“Of both of you.”
For once, he was being honest.
When Cha Eui-sung glanced up, there was something strange glimmering in those eyes.
Did he like hearing that he’d been missed?
There was a quiet relief woven into that faint smile.
What a ridiculous bastard, he grumbled inwardly—but he didn’t really mind the reaction.
If anything, seeing Moon Tae-young—normally calm and in control—so swayed by him helped melt some of that stubborn resentment.
When Moon Tae-young leaned in for another kiss, Cha Eui-sung surrendered with an exasperated sigh, arms wrapping around him.
The cramped table gave a shaky jolt beneath them.
“Hngh…”
He let out a soft moan—and at once, Moon Tae-young’s arms wrapped around his waist.
Then suddenly—whoosh—Moon Tae-young stood up, lifting him like a doll.
Cha Eui-sung found himself suspended midair, lips still locked with the man.
With nowhere to plant his feet, his legs instinctively wrapped around Moon Tae-young’s waist.
What was this, monkey cosplay? The absurdity made him snort a laugh, and the kiss twitched in amusement.
Chup, chuu—
Sticky, wet sounds echoed with every clash and retreat of tongues.
The heat of Moon Tae-young’s palms against bare skin was rising steadily.
Their pounding heartbeats were almost deafening, and the way Moon Tae-young’s tongue ransacked his mouth had Cha Eui-sung’s skin tingling with electricity.
The swollen cock between his legs kept rubbing up against the other’s abdomen every time his thighs clenched, dragging delicious friction with every grind.
Cha Eui-sung gasped, mouth falling open on its own.
Maybe it was the way Moon Tae-young exhaled into his ear, maybe it was that whisper of breath—but the dark, still eyes suddenly ignited with heat.
His hands roamed down and clutched at Cha Eui-sung’s waist, hunger seeping into every movement.
“Haah, ngh… I can’t… take my pants off like this.”
Cha Eui-sung muttered nervously.
“Huuu… I can buy you a new pair.”
What a reckless Demon King, throwing around bravado like he had any place to spend money holed up in this rural backwater.
Then again, what did it matter now?
His body was already burning up, his hips twitching with a will of their own.
As if taking the hint, Moon Tae-young’s hot hands gripped the waistband of his pants and yanked.
The sturdy fabric tore like tissue in the hands of an Awakened.
Already strained from arousal, his cock was suddenly freed—smacking against his abdomen with a sting of intense pleasure.
“Hk—! Hngh…!”
His underwear shredded with it, and his slick, soaked shaft sprang free.
As he shuddered from the burst of sensation, there came a clack, a ziiip—the sound of a belt unfastening—
Thud!
Meanwhile, the pants of the clothing destroyer himself came off cleanly and were tossed against the nearest wall.
Thick arms adjusted their grip, pulling him into a more secure hold.
And Cha Eui-sung felt it—something solid and burning-hot pressing up behind him.
