“Is this… good for you?”
“I don’t… I don’t really know—ah!”
Even as he answered uncertainly, goosebumps broke out across his skin. Cha Eui-sung’s stomach tightened as fingers probed the narrow, forbidden entrance.
“Try to relax a little.”
“How am I supposed to relax that?!”
No one had ever told him to relax down there before. How was he supposed to willfully open a hole that wasn’t meant to open in the first place?
But contrary to his thoughts, as Moon Tae-young’s fingers scratched along the inner walls, a helpless groan slipped from his lips. His stomach fluttered, and a restless heat began to stir inside him.
Moon Tae-young, seeming to find his rhythm, began pushing deeper again. The slickness that had once coated the passage had mostly dried up, and now the tight, sticky inner walls clung stubbornly to his hand.
Realizing the need for more lubrication, he looked around and grabbed a bottle of body lotion.
“Hurry…”
Cha Eui-sung urged him with no regard for pride. At this point, he felt like he could chug oil straight from the bottle if it meant getting more of that sensation—he just wanted him to keep going.
Cool lotion trickled down as the tight entrance slowly loosened again. Moon Tae-young planted soft kisses here and there, gradually increasing the number of fingers.
With each obscene squelch, a sharp, tingling sensation raced through him. His reddened cock jerked against his belly, twitching uncontrollably.
This is driving me insane.
His breathing quickened. Each time Moon Tae-young pressed or rubbed against his inner walls, his thighs jolted with involuntary spasms.
It was a pleasure beyond words. His gut twisted, and a strange electric sensation crawled up his spine.
Cha Eui-sung furrowed his brows and finally let out the groan he’d been stifling.
“If it hurts—”
“It doesn’t hurt. Ah—just put it in already.”
Would he really stop if it hurt? After they’d come this far? Cha Eui-sung shoved the thought aside. Moon Tae-young’s eyes were already showing the strain of restraint.
And yet… that apologetic look on his face made Cha Eui-sung pause—and made his already-intimidating size look even more daunting.
Crazy. Cha Eui-sung swallowed hard. He couldn’t help but wonder how Moon Tae-young managed to fit something that big into pants every day.
He’d touched it a few times before, so he knew the size well. But imagining that thing entering him made his body instinctively tense.
“You know it won’t hurt.”
Maybe it was the thrill talking. His stomach was already burning, even before anything had happened.
Anticipation flared, hazy and hot, like a mirage shimmering on the horizon.
Cha Eui-sung furrowed his brows just slightly and gazed up at Moon Tae-young—a look that always had a strangely powerful effect.
Sure enough, Moon Tae-young couldn’t resist. He kissed the corner of his eye, and the fingers inside slowly slid out. Then, the thick cock aligned with his loosened entrance.
Cha Eui-sung flinched as the head pressed forward and began forcing its way in.
“Ah, ugh…!”
His chest rose and fell in gasping breaths. His mouth hung open, eyes glazed with shock.
The sensation was heavier—far heavier—than anything he’d felt from those fingers. This wasn’t just foreign. It was overwhelming.
But maybe because of that, the shock numbed the pain. The warm press of their bodies, Moon Tae-young’s face flushed with arousal—it all dulled the discomfort.
More than anything, the raw, primal sensation of being spread open by the Demon King’s obscene cock sparked something deep inside him.
Panting, tongue lolling, Cha Eui-sung wrapped his arms around him.
Thank god.
It didn’t hurt nearly as much as he’d feared.
This wasn’t like forcing a hole into solid flesh. It was more like working through something already there, albeit tight. Compared to being stabbed, it was nothing.
In fact, the searing pressure that didn’t leave a visible wound only added to the excitement. His heart pounded, and his nape tensed with anticipation.
When the bulbous tip brushed a particular spot inside him, his body instinctively panted in response.
The heat in his core was unbearable.
He trembled and twitched, biting down on Moon Tae-young’s shoulder with a crunch, and—
Thud!
A muted, sticky sound echoed as their bodies finally pressed flush together.
“Hik…!”
His vision pulsed white. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat.
It felt like Moon Tae-young had thrust in the remaining half all at once.
That feeling—of being split open by something that didn’t belong there—was surreal. A pleasure sharp enough to rival pain shot straight to the top of his skull.
“Hiiik…”
The thick, fully embedded cock writhed inside him, grinding against his inner walls. As Cha Eui-sung’s trembling brown eyes rolled halfway back, Moon Tae-young furrowed his brow and pressed his face against Cha Eui-sung’s flushed cheek.
This crazy bastard. He’d said to speak up if it hurt—but even now, hearing his strained moans, he had no intention of pulling out.
He didn’t move a muscle until the trembling body beneath him slowly adapted to the pressure and stretch of being filled.
“Ugh…”
Only when Cha Eui-sung’s rigid back began to loosen slightly did Moon Tae-young finally draw his hips back and stroke his cock with care.
As that gentle motion rolled through him, Cha Eui-sung caught his breath for the first time.
“Phew… Sorry. I thought dragging it out would make it worse.”
His husky voice was unexpectedly soft, almost apologetic, enough to make Cha Eui-sung’s eyes sting for a moment.
Looking up into those half-lidded eyes, he no longer cared about pain or who was on top.
“Haah… Hold me.”
At his quiet murmur, warm arms wrapped around him. Moon Tae-young pulled him close, embracing his limp body, and began to move his hips in slow, steady thrusts.
Thud. Each time the scorching cock pushed deeper, Cha Eui-sung’s hips twitched reflexively.
With his head resting against Moon Tae-young’s solid chest, the initial sting gradually faded—replaced by a heat that bloomed and spread through his core.
“Ah, ugh…”
“Phew… Phew…”
Only their gasps and staggered breaths echoed through the disheveled room. As Moon Tae-young pounded into that spot deep inside, forcing him open, Cha Eui-sung’s body jolted with each stroke.
That thick, burning cock moved like a weapon, grinding against the inner walls with relentless force. Pressed tightly against his abdomen, his own cock glistened, wet and obscene.
By now, the once-tight entrance had grown slick, relaxed—no longer resisting, only receiving. Every motion sent waves of pleasure up his spine, making his eyes mist over.
The overwhelming sensation of being filled, of taking Moon Tae-young in completely, brought a twisted kind of satisfaction.
Haaah…
Pleasure surged, cresting. As Cha Eui-sung’s walls clutched at the twitching cock, Moon Tae-young let out a desperate moan, the arms around Eui-sung shook violently.
Moon Tae-young’s normally straight brows contorted, and the cock buried deep inside him pulsed as if pouring something out.
The raw, broken cry that escaped was unmistakably his own. His vision blurred, and a thick rush of cum spilled over his stomach.
His heartbeat thundered. His belly throbbed. His entire body went limp.
“Haah… Haah…”
What… what is this? He couldn’t think clearly. Couldn’t grasp a single coherent thought.
“Ugh, haah…”
When he finally came back to his senses, he realized his hand was absently touching the sticky mess on his stomach.
Moon Tae-young was watching him, gaze hazy with heat. His eyes looked faintly red.
Then, suddenly, he smiled—an expression blurred like an old memory. It twisted something inside Cha Eui-sung’s chest, like he was going to be sick.
A wave of inexplicable tenderness seeped into him. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Damn it.
That feeling again—the same one that always crept in after he glimpsed Moon Tae-young’s memories.
At least when his skill activated, the blood coughing distracted him. But trying to feel what Moon Tae-young felt… that just tore him up inside.
Even the smallest sliver—no, a finger’s width of this cunning demon king felt real. Felt good.
Disgusting, but… Jeong Seong-hyu had been right.
When he opened his eyes after that bitter realization, Moon Tae-young’s face came into full view.
No white hair. No blood-red eyes like the moment of death. Just a face more beautiful than he’d imagined, bathed in soft, golden light.
“…Moon Tae-young.”
As he whispered his name, a fresh pulse tightened in his lower abdomen. The rigid shaft, still buried inside, twitched with renewed arousal.
Maybe Moon Tae-young felt it too, because it began to swell again without withdrawing.
But perhaps his reason returned—just a little too late. Unlike the desperate thrusts from earlier, he slowly pulled out the thick shaft from Cha Eui-sung’s body.
“Ugh…”
A lewd sensation rose in his gut, and a sticky warmth dripped from the slightly gaping entrance.
Shivering faintly, Cha Eui-sung whispered in a quiet, composed tone.
“Moon Tae-young…”
“Yes.”
“…Go back to your original position. Or I will get on top and start thrusting.”
What the hell is he even considering now? The softness in Moon Tae-young’s brown eyes sharpened in an instant.
Without answering, he crushed their mouths together in a suffocating kiss—and drove his hips forward again.
The hardened cock sank back in, thick and heavy. Moments later, a squelching foam began to build.
***
“Ah, you could’ve just taken it off—why’d you have to rip it? Seriously… There’s nowhere open to buy clothes this early in the morning.”
“It smelled bad. Didn’t think you’d be able to wear it again.”
“…What?”
“Just wear mine. For pants… there’s a pair of pajamas, perfect timing.”
Not a star in sight in the predawn sky. On the way back to Cheongseri, Cha Eui-sung had drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.
He lay completely limp, and whenever he stirred awake, he simply stared into the void with hazy eyes.
[SAVIOR GAUGE]
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70%
A number he hadn’t expected. Even in his half-asleep state, he couldn’t help but smile every time he brought up the gauge.
It had shot up so dramatically, it was like all his stress had vanished in one clean blow.
How strange…
He didn’t know exactly what caused it, but it clearly wasn’t just because it had been his first time.
He hadn’t had the presence of mind to check during the chaos, but he had heard the gauge steadily ticking upward the whole time Moon Tae-young had been ravishing him.
If he really took the time to reflect on that, maybe he’d find the answer again this time…
“Ugh…”
Right now, though, he was worn out and sore. They’d left immediately after their fevered session, without a moment’s rest.
He wasn’t even sure how long it had lasted, but his lower half was still aching.
Still, once he was back, time was something he’d have plenty of—no need to overthink it now.
Cha Eui-sung roughly gathered up his tangled thoughts and closed his eyes.
Floating in the hazy space between consciousness and dreams, he could feel Moon Tae-young’s gaze gently brushing against him like a ticklish whisper.
❤️❤️❤️