The searing pressure that had been riding him on the edge finally let up. His already tattered pants had slipped halfway down, and Moon Tae-young’s hand was now cupping his briefs.
Half-erect, his cock swelled in an instant. With just a thin layer of fabric between them, Tae-young’s fingers firmly traced the silhouette and rubbed it.
“Mm—mmph…!”
A sharp jolt of pleasure stabbed through Cha Eui-sung, making him shudder. His half-heated head flared up in an instant.
He bucked his hips instinctively, grabbing Tae-young’s arm tightly. His breath hitched, heart pounding like a war drum.
“It’s okay.”
Maybe Tae-young thought he was scared—his tone was unbelievably gentle as he spoke. At the same time, his thumb pressed down hard on the sensitive tip.
A fierce burst of pleasure tore through his mind, slicing through the last shreds of reason.
“……!!”
Truthfully, Cha Eui-sung had always known something like this would happen eventually. If it didn’t happen on its own, Moon Tae-young would’ve forced it into existence somehow.
He’d even occasionally imagined scenarios while stroking himself, wondering if someday it might be Tae-young’s hand doing the work.
He’d thought himself reasonably prepared—but the issue was that real pleasure far, far surpassed any fantasy a virgin could conjure.
“Mmph!”
His mouth was sealed, even his tongue held hostage, so the moans reverberated in his throat, buzzing against his lips. He tensed his back, fighting to withstand the waves of pleasure sparking down his spine.
Meanwhile, Moon Tae-young, who had been carefully teasing the tip, tugged down the soaked, darkened fabric.
Plop—his stiff, sticky cock sprang free.
Cool air kissed the flushed skin of his arousal.
“Hn…?”
And just like that, Cha Eui-sung’s brain checked out.
No thoughts. Just the sensation of a firm hand wrapping around him made his eyes flutter and his body tremble.
His wet, messy cock was slickly rubbed in Tae-young’s large hand, producing squelching noises with each stroke.
Wha… what…?
Overwhelming ecstasy fried his brain. He forgot about the Savior Gauge, the Demon King, the impending end of the world—none of it could pierce through the haze.
Each time Tae-young parted his damp lips, biting lightly at his lower one, only moans—presumably his own—echoed faintly in the room.
“Moon Tae—ah, ngh—Moon…!”
He couldn’t even finish the three syllables of Moon Tae-young’s name. His voice broke apart into gasps and fragments.
Amid those gasps, the wet sound of skin being stroked continued unabated—schlick, schlick—blending with his broken voice.
“Hah!”
Cha Eui-sung dropped his head to the floor. Moisture beaded on the soft rug beneath him.
Every time those slick hands glided along his now heavy and swollen shaft, his body jerked in disbelief.
What is this? I’m so fucked. Sparks are flying in front of my eyes.
Worse still, Tae-young pulled him back into his arms, pressing and brushing against his hyper-sensitive chest like it was nothing.
“Ugh…!”
When Cha Eui-sung twisted in protest, Tae-young only hugged him tighter.
“W-Wait!”
He slapped at Tae-young’s arm, forcing a reluctant release, Moon Tae-young loosened his hold with a pained expression.
“Haa… haa…”
Finally free, Cha Eui-sung gulped for air and met Tae-young’s eyes.
Tae-young stared back with smoldering intensity, his brown eyes burning like embers.
Just when he thought he could finally breathe again—squeeze—invisible hands clutched at him once more.
“Hah—hnngh!”
His spine arched with the moan, and Tae-young’s eyes flushed a deeper red. That dangerous, maddening smile played across his lips again, casting sharp shadows beneath his sculpted nose.
Just for a moment… he looked like him again.
“Ah!”
Cha Eui-sung was transfixed, staring at that face—and Tae-young’s pace quickened, rubbing harder and faster. He licked his lips and leaned in.
Uncontrollable pleasure clawed at Eui-sung’s nerves. His lower abdomen tensed, and damp breaths spilled from his lips.
Teetering on the edge, trembling with overstimulation, Eui-sung reached out. Letting out a ragged gasp, he grabbed whatever his hand landed on—and just in time, it latched onto Tae-young’s swollen, rock-hard length.
“Kh…”
Tae-young’s pupils contracted sharply.
The hand that had been teasing Eui-sung’s shaft froze mid-motion.
“Haa, haa…?”
The climax never came. It hovered, incomplete, and now an aching frustration twisted deep in his gut. But at least the pause gave him a brief chance to pull himself together.
Just now…
How had things escalated this fast?
Sure, it had all gone the way he’d planned, but… still…
His head was swimming. He’d lost all sense of thought and self in the blink of an eye.
Clearly, Tae-young had gotten swept up in the moment too, which had shaken him hard—but the real problem was that Eui-sung had gotten shaken right along with him. No, more than shaken—it was like a full-on earthquake in his brain.
Remembering how he’d flailed and whimpered like an idiot, embarrassment began to creep back in like a rising tide.
“Hnnngh…”
And yet, Tae-young’s hand moved again, and Eui-sung melted on the spot. Once more, that beautifully shaped mouth came into view—those devilishly curved lips.
Shit. This is bad. If this keeps going, I’ll lose control before the gauge even fills.
In a desperate move, Eui-sung gripped the cock he held even tighter. While Tae-young hesitated, he quickly undid the buckle and slipped his hand inside.
“……!”
It was hot—humid and feverish, like it was steaming. He gently stroked it with his thumb, and Tae-young’s body flinched.
The sheer weight and firmness of it made Eui-sung’s spine go cold.
“Kh… Cha Eui-sung…”
His voice trembled with arousal. Eui-sung traced the thick vein with his fingertips, dragging the impossibly hard, weapon-like thing out inch by inch.
“Haa… I can’t be the only one getting off, now can I?”
He murmured, pressing the slick, swollen head against his own. Pulling his hips back slightly, the two cocks aligned, the pressure intensifying as they touched.
Raw pleasure stabbed into his waist.
“Fuuuuh…”
Tae-young’s eyes slipped half-shut. The raspy breath he let out sounded like an animal’s growl.
When he finally backed off, Eui-sung wrapped both cocks together and began slowly rubbing.
“Nnngh…!”
The sensation of skin on skin was one thing—but the fact that he was touching Moon Tae-young’s cock made it a thousand times more stimulating. That cool, refined face carrying something so monstrous between his legs—it was surreal.
His hips jerked reflexively, toes curling tight. The sticky, slippery friction between their shafts produced obscene, wet sounds that only heightened his arousal.
I’m gonna lose it. My head’s gonna split.
This might’ve been insane to do sober, but at least now he was the one taking the lead. That made it a little better than just lying there moaning like before.
Their pace quickened. Their bodies rocked together. The rising heat stacked and surged, bringing Eui-sung right to the edge again.
His vision whitened as the orgasm tore through him.
“Ngh—haaah…!”
Eui-sung trembled violently as he came, thick spurts of cum splattering across Tae-young’s chest.
A cold shiver of lingering pleasure rippled from his groin up through his entire body. His belly still tingled.
He opened his eyes, panting—and saw that Tae-young’s monstrous erection was still standing tall.
With a shaky breath, Eui-sung trembled slightly and asked in a hoarse voice,
“Tae-young-ssi… Are you flexing your stamina right now?”
Dropping the honorific in frustration, he looked up—and Tae-young just grinned, that weird smile tugging at his lips.
Following his gaze downward, Eui-sung spotted the traitorous cock, rising again like it hadn’t just betrayed its own captain.
“Then what do we do about this?”
Goddamn it. As Tae-young reached for him again, Eui-sung swatted at the hand in protest, panting heavily. He had a bad feeling this wasn’t going to end anytime soon.
***
“Trying to sleep?”
“No. Just… resting.”
Leave me alone, basically.
Cha Eui-sung sprawled across the rug, blankly staring off to the side. His stamina wasn’t totally depleted, but mentally, he felt completely drained—like something had sucked the soul out of him.
[SAVIOR GAUGE]
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54%
He lay there for a while, just staring at the gauge.
After pulling every stunt in the book and even hearing about the Outer God, the gauge that used to crawl up in agonizing increments had shot straight to 54%.
So it takes something like that to get past the halfway mark? Just for 50-something percent, I had to do all that?
What the hell kind of twisted shit did he do with his ex to get it to 100%?
The memory of a lump under a blanket protesting that he’d be tormented the moment he left its safety flickered in his mind. Granted, that had probably been more about sulking over Moon Tae-young moving out…
Still… there was smoke coming out of that chimney, huh?
Fuck. Eui-sung squeezed his eyes shut.
“If you’re really tired, feel free to sleep here,” came Moon Tae-young’s voice again—steady, not a hint of strain.
Eui-sung peeked over and found him casually unwrapping a piece of chocolate like he hadn’t just acted like a complete lunatic minutes ago.
“I’m good. If I stay, you’ll probably just torment me more.”
He turned his head back and mumbled. A sheepish chuckle came from behind.
Pop!
[SAVIOR GAUGE]
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55%
Fucking hell… thanks, I guess.
He regretted opening his eyes and shut them again.
His soul might’ve half-ascended, but honestly, Cha Eui-sung hadn’t hated what just happened. No—if anything, it had been pretty damn good.
The image of Moon Tae-young blushing furiously while being held by the balls—that was a rare, once-in-a-lifetime visual.
And lying tangled together for a while afterward had been… surprisingly nice. No need to hold back or watch his words, just pressing close and breathing in that deepened scent of Tae-young’s skin.
What really got him, though, was how easily his rational mind had just flown out the damn window.
“Phew…”
Just remembering the way their bodies had rubbed together made his tailbone tense. Eui-sung exhaled deeply, tamping down the heat trying to flare up again.
Well, at least I learned something useful from this.
Beyond raising the gauge, he’d actually uncovered something significant regarding the Demon King. Moon Tae-young had let something slip about the Outer God.
Sure, he’d probably spoken in metaphor, thinking Eui-sung wouldn’t get it—but considering his personality, a guy who never said anything unnecessary, the fact that he’d said something even while uncomfortable meant he’d wanted to say it.
Maybe this was the beginning. From now on, Moon Tae-young might start telling him the truth—disguised as jokes, maybe, but truth nonetheless.
And he mentioned a secret base, didn’t he?
Secret base, huh. If that place was somehow tied to the Outer God, then… thinking back to Episode 4 and its mention of “the World’s Protective Shield,” maybe the so-called secret base was what the System referred to as “a kind of Gateway.”
Which would mean there’s a dungeon right near him—one that neither the Bureau of Regulation nor any locals knew about.
How do you even hide a dungeon? What is this, Alice in fucking Wonderland?
It bordered on the ridiculous.
Still, if that theory were right, then it even explained how Moon Tae-young had been able to dispose of the corpse.
Maybe it’s that clearing, he thought suddenly, feeling energy surge through him again.
Must be nice, being the Demon King. Gets a whole dungeon handed to him. Meanwhile, the Hero gets stuck with some janky gauge mechanic.
Grumbling internally, Cha Eui-sung rolled over with a lazy flop.
His Demon King, oblivious to all these thoughts, popped a chocolate into his mouth.
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