“Ha… hhh… Hyung?”
Se-min’s eyelids went slack as he looked up at his Hyung with drowsy eyes. Just then, Cha-hyeon seized Se-min’s hips from behind. The tips of his right-hand fingers were pruned and wrinkled from the gel.
Because he’d been so roughly pried open, Se-min’s loosened entrance still wouldn’t close and was laid bare to the air. Without a hint of hesitation, Cha-hyeon shoved his slick, rock-hard tip into the opening.
“Augh!”
They hadn’t even used that much gel, yet the cock slid in to the hilt in one smooth plunge. Se-min’s eyes flew wide. In a heartbeat, his belly felt so full it was almost queasy. Skewered in a single stroke, his waist shook in brittle tremors.
“Ah… hh, ha… haah….”
Inevitably, his gaze met the Hyung positioned in front of him. Hyung gave him that tender smile he loved most—the kind that seemed practically programmed to pop up the moment their eyes touched.
No ordinary person would be smiling so sweetly right now. Yet Se-min still didn’t notice anything off. His heart only started to tingle and pound again.
“Se-min. Are you having fun?”
Hyung asked gently. Precisely because the voice was so mild, the question felt even more dangerous.
“Hhh… uh…?”
Tears pooled as Se-min’s pupils quivered. Whether he said yes or no, he sensed that no matter how he answered, one of the two Hyungs was bound to take offense.
But contrary to the worry, a prickling tightness kept cinching around his solar plexus. His erratic pulse whipped the sensation on.
“Haa… At least I am.”
Behind him, Cha-hyeon let out a long breath and answered for him—a naked reaction that broadcast a satisfied rush of conquest. Gulping, Se-min glanced at the Hyung sitting in front to read his face.
It wasn’t hard to imagine what expression Cha-hyeon wore behind his back—especially when he saw how the Hyung who’d just looked away from him was now looking at that other man.
“Ugh… hhh… hmp…!”
As if to show off, the Cha-hyeon behind him started a slow, rolling grind. Hyung’s eyes, damp with defeat, gleamed with jealousy. Strangely, with Hyung filling his whole field of view, Se-min’s wild heartbeat only surged harder.
Then the slowly thrusting Cha-hyeon drew almost all the way out, stretching him long. When the glans caught at the rim, he slammed back in hard enough to make a loud slap. Se-min pitched forward.
“Ahk! Ngh… hhhp….”
“Why are you killing your voice? Don’t. You’re not gonna let Hyung hear your moans?”
Catching, instantly, that he was stifling his sounds, Cha-hyeon drove him even rougher. A thick, hard length jabbed deep in his gut, and in the end, Se-min couldn’t hold out; the cries he’d been suppressing burst free.
“Aaah! Ugh—nnngh—Hyung—haah!”
In his wobbling vision, he caught Hyung’s cock looming, weighty and obvious, over those crisply pressed uniform slacks. Each time it came so close it might brush his nose and then drew away again, he could feel the heat radiating off it.
“Hhht… aaah… nnngh…!”
A shiver chased up his spine at a bizarre emotion he couldn’t even name. It had to be that the overstimulation had flipped his brain into chasing nothing but abnormal jolts of pleasure.
From behind, Sung Cha-hyeon plunged in deep; right in front, Hyung watched him, drunk on arousal. Wet skin smacked wetly, and warmed gel spattered. The reality—that Sung Cha-hyeon, no, the Sung Cha-hyeons, wanted him—was so insanely electrifying he could hardly bear it.
…Sung Cha-hyeon—or no, the Sung Cha-hyeons…. Why are there two Hyungs? Ah, right—Hyung Cha-hyeon suddenly appeared. The Hyung with the memory loss and the original Hyung. But did Hyung ever lose his memory? He didn’t… or did he? What…?
Just as the stacked-up stimulation glazed his eyes and he thought something felt off, there was the briefest instant—ku-gu-goong… the room rattled again.
Then Hyung reached out a big hand. He cupped Se-min’s flushed cheeks and tipped his face up, looking down with a pitying expression, like, what are we going to do with you when this is so hard on you?
“Hyung’s supposed to just leave you like this?”
“Ah… hhhk….”
“Watching you make that blissed-out face is plenty fun, but Hyung’s in a rush too.”
With smooth, fluid motion, he tugged the arm Se-min had braced on the bed. In a blink, with Cha-hyeon still buried inside, Se-min’s arms ended up looped around Hyung’s neck, his chest heaving. The slick, shiny uniform fabric against bare skin—and the many metal badges—felt shockingly cold.
“Hh—mmph… Hyung… Hyung Cha-hyeon….”
In a voice trembling as much as his wavering pupils, Se-min called for Cha-hyeon. He flicked a glance over his shoulder as if begging for help, wondering what he was supposed to do, but maybe because of the angle, he couldn’t see clearly. The smile on the Hyung before him only deepened.
Hyung—no, the Hyung who’d suddenly appeared—was going to get mad. He’d get jealous….
Sure enough, just as he expected, Cha-hyeon warned in an icy tone:
“Hands off.”
But Hyung acted like he hadn’t heard a thing. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Se-min’s softly mussed hair. Smack—the moist little sound fell away and echoed through the room.
“Nope.”
A breezy refusal. Under the roll of Cha-hyeon’s disbelieving laugh, the whites flashed stark beneath his black eyes.
“Ahk!”
The hands clamped on Se-min’s hips tightened. Yanked down as if to seat him, the angle raked roughly across a spot that hadn’t been touched until now. Se-min rubbed the back of his head against Cha-hyeon’s chest with a broken moan.
“Hhnt—hhh—ah—too deep—hhhk!”
The position felt like being driven down from top to bottom. With his arms firm around Hyung’s neck, it pushed even deeper. But Cha-hyeon couldn’t stand the two of them touching, not even a little.
“I told you. Fuck off.”
Chewing each word, Cha-hyeon wrapped an arm around Se-min’s waist and dragged him toward himself. The hands clinging to that solid neck slipped down to Hyung’s shoulders.
Once he’d created space, Cha-hyeon’s hand snapped toward its target like lightning. It was so fast you could barely see it, but the killing intent was plain; even Se-min instantly grasped what he meant to do. A sound spilled out of him—half scream, half moan.
“……!”
But the target vanished in a brief flicker of black, neatly slipping the strike. Sliding back into view, Hyung smiled gently as if nothing had happened. He cocked his head.
“Why would I?”
“Ha. Why? You think I’ll sit still while my Guide is stuck together with some rando Esper who crawled out of God-knows-where?”
Thud! From below, Cha-hyeon pounded up. Even while the two Hyungs argued, Se-min felt every bit of it and squeezed his eyes shut. His face, lightly sheened with sweat, flushed scarlet.
“Beats me. We’re both Sung Cha-hyeon.”
Hyung only answered coolly, as if to say: what’s the problem if both he and the sudden intruder were Sung Cha-hyeon? Cha-hyeon snorted like he’d heard the most ridiculous thing.
“Ahh… So it’s fine because you’re both Sung Cha-hyeon?”
He sighed and stared up at the hotel ceiling. His hot breath grazed Se-min’s ear, and then, oddly, he asked Se-min:
“Do you really think that, Se-min? That it’s fine whether it’s me or that bastard, since we’re both Sung Cha-hyeon?”
“Uh…?”
Eyes screwed shut, Se-min slowly lifted his lids. He had no idea why the question had come back to him so suddenly. But Cha-hyeon didn’t stop.
“Or have you actually had a threesome fantasy?”
In an instant, heat flared across Se-min’s face. His mouth fell open as he stammered:
“W-what…!”
“A threesome”? Absurd. As if he’d ever nurture some romantic notion about mixing bodies with anyone who wasn’t Sung Cha-hyeon. Sure, he might imagine it, but anyone with a normal mindset wouldn’t actually go through with something like that…!
“Your Hyung gets pissed just imagining that bastard—no, any bastard in this world—so much as laying a finger on our Se-min. And you’re telling me you tucked away a deep desire to roll around as a threesome, hmm?”
With his teeth bared in a crooked smile, Cha-hyeon closed his eyes for a beat. A faint line formed between his brows; when he opened them again, his gaze still gleamed a dangerous hue.
At this rate, he was going to look like someone into threesomes. He didn’t have any perverted taste like that. There was no way he’d want to mix bodies in bed with anyone but Hyung. Frantic excuses welled up just below his throat. …But they were both Sung Cha-hyeon.
“Dunno. I’m fine with a threesome.”
While confusion kept him mute, the same voice that had been cornering him answered in his place. Se-min snapped his head around. Wearing that programmed gentle smile, Hyung met his eyes.
“If it’s what Se-min wants.”
“Hah. Se-min.”
The remark poured fuel on a mood that was already precarious. The air around Cha-hyeon sharpened so fiercely it set every nerve in Se-min’s body on edge.
Cha-hyeon smiled like he was splitting his mouth open—like a snake with its prey right there. Without meaning to, Se-min swallowed dry. Staring at him in silence, Cha-hyeon flicked out the words:
“Wanna know something fun?”
He cut a glance at the smoothly smiling Hyung, wet his lower lip, and then, like whispering a real secret, murmured:
“This is all a dream.”
“…Huh?”
“There’s no way two Sung Cha-hyeons exist. That bastard’s a fake who’ll vanish when you wake up.”
Ku-gu-goong… The room started to vibrate again. This time, even Se-min could sense it faintly. But he only stared up at Cha-hyeon, blank-faced. Cha-hyeon beamed.
“Since it’s a dream, I’ll let it slide just this once. But if you flirt with some other bastard outside, expect a spanking on that butt. Got it?”
Se-min still stared blankly at him. What on earth was he even saying? Nonsense… that this was all a dream? What ridiculous…?
※ WARNING ※
The hostage is experiencing severe dissonance.
The dungeon senses a risk of collapse.
Dungeon Type — Illusion-Type defense mechanism is being applied to the hostage.
“…Ugh.”
Suddenly, Se-min’s face twisted, and before long he looked up at Cha-hyeon with visible discomfort.
“……”
Se-min edged away by degrees. After clinging to him all this time, his body now flinched with rejection at so much as their skin touching.
Watching him jerk back, Cha-hyeon’s eyes showed a flash of white and glittered, feral.
