Seon-woo hastily pushed away Seung-hyeon’s hand, which had brushed against his belt. His vision blurred. He couldn’t recall a moment in his life that had ever felt this humiliating. If the system had been functioning as usual, his Gwanggong Score probably would’ve dropped by at least twenty points. Avoiding Seung-hyeon’s gaze, he muttered an excuse.
“This is just… I was drunk, that’s all…”
But even as he tried to blame the alcohol, it only made him feel like even more of a mess. With a groan, Seon-woo pressed his hand to his forehead, his words trailing off.
The alcohol might have sharpened his senses a little, sure—but he wasn’t so weak to stimulation that he’d get hard without any reason at all. No, this had to be because of Gwak Seung-hyeon’s touch while helping him change, those eyes, that expression. It was more accurate to say he’d been acutely aware of Seung-hyeon the whole time.
Seung-hyeon responded in a composed voice.
“You don’t have to explain. It happens. You’re drunk, and I touched you…”
His voice was still gentle, as if trying to soothe him. But the more Seung-hyeon tried to smooth things over, the deeper Seon-woo’s shame grew. He looked away, murmuring under his breath.
“That’s enough. Just stop and get up.”
Normally, when Seon-woo was genuinely uncomfortable, Seung-hyeon would quietly back off. He silently hoped that would be the case again—but the reply wasn’t what he’d expected.
“Your clothes.”
Seung-hyeon pointed it out in a matter-of-fact tone. He wasn’t wrong—there was no way Seon-woo could change clothes and get into bed properly on his own in this state. But even so, the thought of letting Seung-hyeon take it any further, to the point of changing his pants, was unbearable. He’d rather sleep uncomfortably like this.
“I’ll undo it for you.”
Without waiting for a response, Seung-hyeon made the first move. He didn’t bother explaining further, but it was clear this wasn’t just about unbuckling the belt.
Seon-woo quickly began, “No, that’s—”
But he wasn’t given the chance to finish.
Gwak Seung-hyeon didn’t hesitate as he reached for Seon-woo’s belt. He was faster at unfastening the buckle than Seon-woo was at stopping him with words. Then, with his other arm, he slipped his hand behind Seon-woo’s back. Creating just enough space, he yanked the belt free in one swift pull.
There wasn’t even time to gasp—his pants instantly loosened. He still wanted to resist, to tell him to stop right now. But his body wouldn’t listen. All he could manage was to slightly twist his hips where Seung-hyeon was supporting him, and even that only made the arm around his back tighten its hold.
Is he really not going to stop?
Just as that thought crossed his mind, he looked down—and caught Seung-hyeon’s gaze.
“I’ll undo it for you,” Seung-hyeon repeated.
Something about hearing it a second time sent a shiver down his spine. Not from fear—no, it was something far more unsettling, a sensation buzzing low in his belly. Seon-woo, like someone entranced, gave the faintest nod.
With that silent permission, Seung-hyeon pulled down his pants. The neatly worn underwear beneath was now completely exposed. The outline of his half-erect cock pressed visibly against the black briefs.
Seon-woo tried to close his legs out of embarrassment, but Seung-hyeon firmly pressed down on both of his thighs, making it impossible for him to move.
Gwak Seung-hyeon pulled down Seon-woo’s briefs, revealing his erect cock. The sight of it was something Seon-woo could not have imagined even a few hours, or even minutes, ago.
But here he was, experiencing it.
The mere fact made his face flush with heat. Worse still, a strange anticipation began to stir in his lower abdomen, beyond mere embarrassment. Seung-hyeon paused for a moment, observing Seon-woo’s state, before reaching out to grasp him.
Seon-woo instinctively jerked his hips, causing Seung-hyeon’s arm, which had been supporting his back, to slip away. With his free hand, Seung-hyeon gently placed it on Seon-woo’s thigh, attempting to soothe him. Of course, this did little to calm Seon-woo’s racing mind.
The touch of Seung-hyeon’s long, delicate fingers alone was enough to arouse him further. As Seung-hyeon slowly moved his hand, his fingers brushed against the sensitive tip, causing Seon-woo’s body to tremble involuntarily.
“Ah, huh……..”
A moan escaped Seon-woo’s lips, and he bit down hard to keep from making any more sounds. With his other hand, he gripped his inner thigh so tightly that it left a mark, yet the hand stroking his cock remained calm and steady.
It wasn’t anything extraordinary; he had masturbated before and had experienced the touch of others. Yet, the sensation now was almost unbearable. Since entering this body, he had been too busy to indulge in self-pleasure, and the idea of masturbating in someone else’s body had been unappealing. But now, the sensations were immediate and intense, leaving Seon-woo overwhelmed by the sudden reality of it all.
“Stop…….”
Seon-woo gasped, trying to push Seung-hyeon’s hand away. But Seung-hyeon, who had been watching him closely, reacted swiftly. He grabbed Seon-woo’s hand and guided it to his own erection, wrapping Seon-woo’s fingers around it. Seung-hyeon then moved Seon-woo’s hand rapidly, forcing him to stroke himself. The sensation of being masturbated by someone else’s hand was almost too much for Seon-woo, and he gritted his teeth as he felt himself grow painfully hard.
Seung-hyeon stopped when he saw that Seon-woo was fully erect. Seon-woo looked down, thinking it was over, but froze in shock.
Seung-hyeon leaned down and, without hesitation, took Seon-woo into his mouth.
Seon-woo had thought Seung-hyeon would only use his hand to help him release. This was too much. The sight of Gwak Seung-hyeon taking him into his mouth was beyond anything Seon-woo could have imagined. It seemed surreal, even as he watched it happen.
Seung-hyeon’s tongue flicked against the tip of Seon-woo’s cock. The sensation of being touched by someone else’s hand had been intense, but the feeling of Seung-hyeon’s tongue was overwhelming. The warm, wet tongue swirled around the head and then licked down the shaft. Seon-woo’s thighs were pressed down firmly, preventing him from squirming. He had no choice but to endure the intense pleasure.
Perhaps because of this, the urge to come was swift. Despite his last shred of rationality telling him he couldn’t come in Gwak Seung-hyeon’s mouth, the sensation was too powerful. Seon-woo desperately reached out and grasped the back of Seung-hyeon’s head, his fingers tangling in his hair.
As Seon-woo tried to pull Seung-hyeon away by his hair, Seung-hyeon lifted his head from between Seon-woo’s legs. His face was slightly flushed but remarkably calm, belying the fact that he had just been performing oral sex. The contrast was so stark that Seon-woo gasped involuntarily.
Seung-hyeon asked in a slightly husky voice, “Should I stop?”
Seon-woo nodded quickly without hesitation. Seung-hyeon let out a short laugh, a sound unlike his usual demeanor, with a hint of ferocity.
“Then you plan to sleep like this?” he said, flicking Seon-woo’s erection with his finger. The sight of his own arousal, glistening with pre-cum, made Seon-woo’s face flush with renewed embarrassment. He covered his eyes with one hand and muttered, “I might as well sleep like this…… huh!”
Without waiting for a response, Seung-hyeon took Seon-woo into his mouth again. He mumbled something that sounded like, “Just take it,” but his words were muffled by the movements of his tongue. Seon-woo was in no state to comprehend anything clearly.
Seung-hyeon, who had been teasing the tip, soon took Seon-woo deep into his throat, almost worryingly so. His hot tongue licked the underside of the shaft, causing Seon-woo to involuntarily buck his hips.
“Ah, uh…………….ha.”
Despite the apparent discomfort, Seung-hyeon merely furrowed his brow slightly and did not release Seon-woo. He removed one hand from Seon-woo’s thigh and moved it lower, gently cupping his testicles.
This was bearable, but when Seung-hyeon’s fingertip pressed firmly against his perineum, Seon-woo couldn’t help but gasp in shock.
As Seon-woo opened his mouth to protest, Seung-hyeon pressed closer, lifting one of Seon-woo’s legs over his shoulder to restrict his movement. He began to move his head vigorously, providing a level of stimulation far beyond what Seon-woo could achieve on his own. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Seon-woo bit his lip to keep from crying out.
“Ah…… huh, uh…….”
But the sounds escaped him nonetheless. Seon-woo covered his mouth with his hand, trying to endure the waves of pleasure. Seung-hyeon, instead of telling him to stop holding back, continued his relentless ministrations.
“Ah, ah…… huh!”
Unable to contain his moans, Seon-woo arched his back, his leg trembling on Seung-hyeon’s shoulder. His vision went white as an intense orgasm washed over him, the likes of which he had never experienced before.
Even as Seon-woo climaxed in his mouth, Seung-hyeon showed no sign of pulling away. Only after Seon-woo had finished did he finally release him, shrugging nonchalantly. He casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, leaving Seon-woo staring in disbelief.
Seung-hyeon casually opened his mouth, revealing it to be clean, and said, “See? Nothing to worry about…… I won’t kiss you.”
Seon-woo stared at him in disbelief, wondering who had even mentioned kissing. Seung-hyeon, seemingly unconcerned, stood up, casting a shadow over Seon-woo. As Seon-woo wondered what Seung-hyeon was planning next, he recalled the earlier touch on his backside and shivered, this time with a mix of fear.
Seung-hyeon ran a hand through his hair, as if annoyed, and leaned toward Seon-woo. Just as Seon-woo was about to speak, a sudden “ding” sound rang out.
Startled, Seon-woo looked around, but Seung-hyeon appeared unfazed. Then, a voice that only Seon-woo could hear continued:
<Welcome back to the world of the ‘Gwanggong Project’.>
