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The sound of tearing flesh echoed relentlessly. Sticky saliva splattered everywhere, but not a single drop landed on Geonho’s body.
Screech! Scree-eech―!
Geonho deliberately stood far from the monsters, handling them with his telekinesis alone. Normally, he would have crushed their skulls and ripped out their hearts with his bare hands, but he held back, knowing he had to meet Siwoo soon.
Despite his red eyes burning with the heat of the battlefield, his actions were relatively calm. Geonho’s mind was entirely focused on Siwoo, who would be waiting in the barracks with wide eyes.
He wanted to hurry back and sit close to that soft, trembling skin. Geonho needed Siwoo’s warmth now more than ever.
Screech…
The last centipede writhed with its body split in half. Geonho casually waved his hand, unleashing his telekinesis to burst the centipede’s head.
Having used his power freely after a long time, his body felt somewhat lighter. Although he was reluctant to send Siwoo to the barracks with Jihan, it had been the right choice.
Geonho stretched his muscles and signaled to the Espers who were staring at him intently. It meant they should handle the cleanup.
With a single gesture, dozens of Espers moved immediately. They had to completely remove the monsters before more poured out of the cracked gate.
Screech.
Just as Geonho turned around, a faint sound came from the body of the centipede he had last killed.
Scree-eech… Screech, screech.
A small baby crawled out from the bisected body of the centipede.
The baby centipede, smaller than a forearm, wriggled like a larva, instinctively searching for a way to survive. As it quickly crawled towards the nearby gate, an Esper moved to kill it with their weapon.
“Leave it be.”
Just before the sharp trident was about to pierce the baby centipede’s head, Geonho spoke indifferently. The sight of it struggling to survive was quite pitiful. Letting one of them live wouldn’t cause any problems.
Anyway, a baby monster that lost its group would become prey for others. Although he didn’t know how the ecosystem inside the gate worked, there had been sightings of monsters filling their stomachs with the offspring of other groups.
“Get lost quickly.”
Geonho approached the trembling baby centipede and kicked its finger-sized tail. The baby centipede raised its head towards Geonho and stared at him without flinching. Perhaps it was frozen in fear.
But soon it shivered and quickly entered the gate. As it entered, the surface of the gate, which had been dimming, rippled momentarily.
This too was a common occurrence, so Geonho dismissed it without concern.
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Seojun’s large hand boldly delved into Siwoo’s top. Siwoo flinched and lowered his head. He pressed his chin firmly against one shoulder and just nibbled on his lips.
“Can I take off your clothes?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Seojun immediately backed down and moved his hand inside the clothes. He stared intently at the chest hidden by the clothes, as if he had x-ray vision. His touch on the chest was even more persistent.
What’s so great about a flat male chest?
Siwoo tried to ignore Seojun’s heavy breathing and held back his voice. He pressed his tongue hard against the roof of his mouth, forcefully suppressing the moans trying to escape his throat.
“Guide… why is everything about you so small?”
Seojun whispered softly as he stroked Siwoo’s chest area with his fingertips, touching the protruding nub. The only big thing on the guide’s body was his round eyes. Everything else was small enough to fit in a pocket.
His nose was small, his lips were small, his hands and feet were small, and even his nipples were small. These were typically small areas on anyone, but on Siwoo’s body, they felt especially small and delicate.
Siwoo released some guiding energy, keeping his eyes tightly shut as if to say ‘shut up’. He was irritated by how his shoulders kept twitching at the stimulation on his chest.
“Don’t close your eyes.”
Seojun gave a bird kiss to Siwoo’s tightly pressed lips and made him raise his head, touching their noses together. As if asking Siwoo to look at him. This time too, Siwoo didn’t push Seojun away and faced him.
His lips parted naturally at the caressing touch on his chest, and their wet tongues intertwined. Seojun’s body temperature rose at the moan that escaped involuntarily.
Siwoo’s top had somehow rolled up and caught on Seojun’s wrist. After spending a long time sucking on Siwoo’s lips, Seojun finally couldn’t hold back and bent down.
“Hey, ugh…”
Seojun stuck out his tongue, taking in the sight of the area hidden under the clothes. As he took the slightly swollen pink nipple into his mouth, which had been persistently touched, he tasted sweetness. It was a taste that could stimulate an appetite even where there was none.
“You crazy… bastard… you said you’d just touch… hah.”
“Just a little bit.”
Seojun wrapped his arms around Siwoo’s waist and leaned against him, almost pleading. Just a little, just a tiny bit. His words were muffled as he buried his lips in Siwoo’s chest.
“Hah…”
Siwoo grabbed Seojun’s shoulders and repeatedly let out sighs mixed with moans. The stimulation intensified as a different sensation from hands tormented his chest. Yet, he still didn’t push Seojun away completely.
How much time had passed like this? Siwoo, who had been staring blankly at the slowly moving silver hair, reached out his hand.
The sound like sucking on candy no longer bothered him. There was something else that concerned him more.
The snow-white hand gently touched Seojun’s hair, which seemed to be bathed in moonlight. It was a color reminiscent of the silver scales on his true form. The texture was completely different, but the color was similar.
“Ha Seojun.”
Even at this small call, Seojun immediately raised his head. A transparent thread connecting to Siwoo’s chest dangled from his lips. Seojun broke it with his tongue and waited for Siwoo to speak.
“Do you want everyone to like you?”
It was an abrupt question. A question that didn’t fit the situation at all.
Seojun blinked his heated eyes a few times, then calmly shook his head. What he wanted from people wasn’t that grand.
“No.”
They don’t have to genuinely like me. I don’t even hope for such feelings.
“I just wish they wouldn’t hate me.”
He hoped that the gazes directed at him wouldn’t be filled with disgust and fear. He had already received more than enough of those. Seojun no longer wanted to be rejected by the world. He just wanted to blend in with people.
“Let them hate you.”
Siwoo, who had read the meaning implied in Seojun’s brief answer, patted his broad shoulders. This made his hunched shoulders straighten a bit.
He often had his shoulders rolled forward like this when he wasn’t conscious of it. In places with many eyes watching, he never maintained a slouched posture.
He forcibly corrected his posture and always moved his eyes left and right as if surveying his surroundings. He also tried to maintain a bright, smiling expression at all times.
Despite being rotten to the core. Even though he would clearly be hurt by the criticism directed at him, the fact that he only smiled made Siwoo even angrier.
He was obsessed with the need to be confident and kind anywhere, anytime. Whenever Siwoo saw him trying hard not to tarnish the reputation of the Baekya Guild, he felt suffocated. His chest felt heavy, as if he had choked on rice cake.
“And you should hate them back just as much. If they curse at you, curse back. If they hit you, hit back harder.”
In truth, Siwoo, who was saying this, had far more times when he couldn’t fight back against the criticism and violence directed at him. It was because he was small and weak. Those who cursed and hit Siwoo were all bigger and stronger than him.
But Seojun was different. Unlike Siwoo.
“You’re strong.”
He could win if he fought, and he had many hyungs who could clean up after him if he caused trouble. Moreover, they weren’t just ordinary hyungs, but the pride of the nation leading the Baekya Guild. So there was no need to be afraid anymore. Because now I’m here too.
“People who are going to hate you will hate you no matter what you do. So just take care of those who like you. Tell the rest to fuck off.”
Siwoo pinched Seojun’s cheeks with both hands and shook his face lightly, asking if he understood. Seojun’s eyes were moist as he bit his lips and chuckled. Siwoo poked the corner of his long eyes and continued calmly.
“That’s what I’m going to do from now on. I’ll only care about those who treat me well, and I’ll take care of them really hard.”
The touch on the wet eyes was gentle. Siwoo caressed Seojun slowly and gently, just as they touched him.
Seojun leaned into Siwoo’s palm and closed his eyes for a moment. The hand that had felt small now seemed much larger than all the Espers combined.
As he kissed that hand, Siwoo cupped one of Seojun’s cheeks and pulled him closer.
The moment the heavy body leaned towards the thin one, their lips collided. In an instant, their intertwined tongues pressed against each other’s pleasurable spots, and their bodies embraced.
Siwoo continued to comfort the hurt Seojun. In the way he knew best.
Seojun leaned into Siwoo’s embrace, pressing the sheets with his knees and putting pressure on the thin body. His breathing was even more ragged than Siwoo’s. The force with which he sucked on Siwoo’s lips and tongue grew stronger.
“Haa…”
The large hand found Siwoo’s flat chest again and began to move. He panted as he hugged Siwoo and lay down together on the soft sheets.
The moment he raised his knees and spread them between the thin thighs, the tightly closed door of the barracks also opened.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
