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“Ugh…!”
Siwoo flinched at the soft sensation invading his mouth, responding a beat too late. The sudden series of events kept making his body tense up.
“Hey, Kang…!”
He tried to call Geonho to stop, but each time his lips were swallowed. Geonho didn’t give Siwoo a chance to speak.
He wrapped his hand around Siwoo’s neck and blocked the way back. The tension in his hand felt like a determination not to let Siwoo go.
Siwoo was helplessly caught by Geonho, who persistently wrapped his tongue around him and stimulated the roof of his mouth. With his whole body restrained, he couldn’t push back.
If he pushed with his arms, his legs would be wrapped around, and if he kicked with his legs, Geonho would press down on his lower body with his weight. This was what he hated the most.
What on earth should he do?
His head throbbed from trying to think of a way to escape while his mouth felt numb from the rapid pace. It was uncomfortable to meet Geonho’s heated gaze, so he squeezed his eyes shut. Then, the tip of Geonho’s tongue, which had been tracing his teeth, burrowed even deeper.
“Ugh—huh!”
Siwoo’s body squirmed at the sensation pressing and poking against his mucous membranes, and he opened his eyes wide again. It seemed like he had to give Geonho what he wanted to calm him down. He had to do something to get out of this situation.
“I’ll do it…! I’ll guide you! Just let me!”
He desperately pulled his lips away and shouted loudly to reach Geonho.
Siwoo thought Geonho just wanted guidance. He believed that the reason Geonho was touching him and showering him with kisses was all for guidance.
“Guiding…?”
“Yeah! Guiding! I’ll do it!”
Just as he felt relieved that they were finally communicating, his mouth was blocked again.
“Huh!”
Geonho crashed his lips against Siwoo’s roughly, seeming uninterested in any guiding. With a face tormented by a terrible thirst, he sucked up all of Siwoo’s saliva and caressed his dry body. Only Siwoo filled his red eyes.
As if it wasn’t enough to take in with his eyes, he endlessly explored with his lips and embraced Siwoo’s thin body. The thirst in his gaze glistened hotly.
“Damn it, ah…!”
Geonho released Siwoo’s reddened lips and instead began to suck on his jaw and long neck in turn. Siwoo gasped for breath, desperately trying to inhale.
In the meantime, Geonho was sucking as if he would tear apart the cloud-like skin in his mouth.
“Stop it! You bastard, huh!”
Siwoo was anxious that Geonho might really bite his neck. He had no time to care about the strange sounds escaping his mouth anymore.
Geonho licked Siwoo’s neck like a dog and nibbled with his sharp teeth. Even if he was cursed as a bastard, he had no words to refute it.
The sweet scent emanating from Siwoo’s white skin further clouded his reason. No matter how much he touched and collided with him, his desires were not satisfied. This was far from enough.
“Hey!”
Siwoo’s body, which had been cursing, suddenly lifted into the air. It was Geonho, not telekinesis, who had picked him up.
“You’re really dead, ugh!”
Geonho knocked Siwoo down onto the bed, stealing his consciousness with a kiss. Siwoo, shocked by the changed position, thrashed around like a freshly caught fish.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
With his mouth blocked, he tried to make sounds through his throat and resisted with all his might. He had never experienced a situation like this, so he had no idea how to cope.
Would it calm down if he just guided him as he wanted? What if it made him even more excited?
For now, he pushed Geonho’s body away and threw punches with all his might. If he were an ordinary person, he would have stopped from the pain, but Geonho was an esper. An SS-class esper who wouldn’t easily be affected even by a monster’s attack.
No matter how hard Siwoo tried, he was an opponent he could never win against. Geonho didn’t even stop Siwoo’s arms as he threw fierce punches. The feeling of being hit was so faint that there was no reason to dodge.
Siwoo felt the stark difference in strength deeply while continuing to struggle. He even tried to bite Geonho’s tongue, but this guy’s tongue was also extraordinary. Siwoo’s teeth almost got hurt.
“Ugh…!”
At that moment, Geonho’s excited hand slipped inside Siwoo’s clothes. The hot hand caressed his flat stomach and then veered down below his belly button.
“Damn it!”
As Geonho reached into his pants, Siwoo, with his mouth blocked, dug his nails into Geonho’s neck. But once again, the pain only remained with Siwoo.
Does this bastard have no weak points?
No matter how much he hit and scratched, Geonho’s large body showed no signs of retreating. His heavy breaths only grew more ragged.
All of Geonho’s hot breaths flowed down Siwoo’s throat. Siwoo gasped as he forced himself to swallow Geonho’s exhalations.
Finally, the moment Geonho pulled down his pants, tears welled up uncontrollably. His hands and feet trembled faintly in fear.
“Ugh…”
The cold air rushing in between his legs sent shivers down his spine. Even though Geonho was holding his thigh with a hot hand, the air felt cold. He was on the verge of tears.
“Are you crying?”
At that moment, Geonho, who had removed his hands from Siwoo’s legs, wrapped his arms around Siwoo’s stiff body. He questioned while caressing Siwoo’s pale, terrified face.
“Why are you crying? Does it hurt…?”
Siwoo, choked up, furrowed his brows fiercely. He had a mountain of curses to throw at Geonho, who continued to ignore his pleas and pushed forward.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
But Geonho’s slurred pronunciation and blurry focus kept softening Siwoo’s heart. The moment he saw Geonho’s half-closed eyelids, the anger he had felt about wanting to hit him faded away again.
How long would it take for this drowsiness to pass? No, was he really intoxicated with sleep?
Siwoo squeezed his eyes shut to swallow his tears and let out a sigh. Geonho, watching this, sniffed and leaned in closer.
He sniffed like a dog and then licked Siwoo’s round cheeks. Even though tears hadn’t fallen yet, he diligently licked Siwoo’s face as if to wipe them away.
It felt like an apology. Siwoo understood Geonho’s body language as he rubbed his cheek against him.
Siwoo, being a beastkin, could understand. If Yoo Jihan had done this, he would have slapped him and told him not to mess around, but since Geonho was a real dog, he accepted it.
“Don’t do that again.”
Siwoo quietly stared at the dejected Geonho. With his body relaxed from tension, he could no longer push him away.
“Okay.”
As the heat gathered around his eyes cooled, his anger also disappeared. He couldn’t say anything because he knew Geonho hadn’t acted with malice.
“If I say stop, then stop. Got it?”
“Okay.”
He glared at Geonho with his blurry eyes, trying to look fierce. It felt a bit lacking, so he clenched his fist and pretended to hit him.
“Do it again, and I’ll really—”
He didn’t actually intend to hit him. It was more of a habitual gesture that came out when he was trying to act tough.
“…”
But the moment he raised his hand, Geonho squeezed his eyes shut. He even scrunched up his nose and lowered his face.
Geonho was genuinely scared. Although his face was hidden, Siwoo sensed his emotions through the energy transmitted from their touching skin.
Moreover, a thick black tail had sprung out from beside Geonho’s thick thigh.
It was a tail more than twice the size of Siwoo’s. The lush fur was as black as Geonho’s hair. Everything was in stark contrast to Siwoo’s pure white.
Siwoo, mesmerized by Geonho’s tail, reached out his arm. Even though he knew it wasn’t proper manners, he touched the tail.
The fur was stiff, and the tip was sharp. The texture was completely opposite to Siwoo’s.
Curious if ears were out too, he looked at Geonho’s head, but nothing particularly stood out. It seemed only the tail had emerged.
Seeing Geonho’s tail, which was larger than he had imagined, made Siwoo even more curious about his true form. Geonho’s tail was large enough to cover his body, which was 190cm tall.
Did a higher rank mean a larger true form? Or had he always been this big?
Lost in his thoughts, he sighed as he watched Geonho rubbing his head against his shoulder. He had been so captivated by the tail that he hadn’t paid attention to the frightened Geonho.
“I wasn’t really going to hit you.”
Siwoo, with his lips twitching, awkwardly patted Geonho’s head. Very carefully.
Then Geonho slightly lifted his head to look at Siwoo. He seemed to be sniffing again.
“I’m not angry.”
Even though his lips, which had been sucked on, still felt numb, he wasn’t angry. Seeing Geonho’s frightened face made the urge to curse at him fade away.
“Straighten up, you. And move a bit.”
He patted Geonho’s hunched shoulders and gestured with his chin. He couldn’t get up because Geonho was on top of him.
“I said move.”
When he pushed his still unmoving shoulders with force, a heavy breath fell onto his neck.
Geonho let out a deep sigh as if the bed would sink, tightening his body. He looked somewhat uncomfortable.
“Hey… what’s wrong?”
Noticing something strange, Siwoo grabbed Geonho by the collar. He wanted to check his complexion.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
The moment he placed his hand on Geonho’s cheek, the large body lost its balance and tilted. At the same time, an unknown heavy weight pressed against Siwoo’s lower abdomen.
The moment Siwoo recognized the thick object pressing against his thigh, his mouth dropped open. If he hadn’t seen Geonho naked, he would have wondered what it was.
He might have thought that this strange guy carried a water bottle in his pocket. It wasn’t a size that could be mistaken for a phone or a remote control.
“Hey, hey… calm down.”
The heavy weight pressing against Siwoo’s thigh slipped and slid between his legs.
“No! Not that!”
Siwoo, in a panic, reached out his arms and grabbed Geonho’s shoulders. With only his underwear on, Siwoo’s lower body shrank in fear. It was understandable.
“Hey! I’m scared! I’m scared!”
Geonho’s dick, which had been jaw-droppingly large when he came out of the shower, was now twice as thick. The heat rising from it was about to burst, and it was trying to breach Siwoo’s backside. It was undoubtedly a situation to be terrified of.
“I’m scared!”
Convinced that his body would split in half, he burst into tears.
The moment the tears pooled in his eyes and fell onto the pillow, someone grabbed Siwoo’s wrist and lifted him up.
