“Why… hnnngh!”
With a heavy thwack, Ji Se-min’s question died as Sung Cha-hyeon rammed his massive cock between Se-min’s thighs.
The dark, blood-red shaft jutted out between the inner thighs that were paler than the rest of his skin where the sun never reached. The savage sight stunned him for only a heartbeat before Cha-hyeon drove himself between Se-min’s thighs again and again.
“Ah, ahk! Wait—hyung, hyung!”
The problem was the brutal friction against Se-min’s cock, hypersensitive right after he’d come. He was already on edge; with Cha-hyeon’s thick length grinding him from perineum to tip, it was so intense he felt a twitch of urgency near his bladder.
“Ah—hahp, hff, nnngh! No, don’t—!”
Se-min shook his head and reached out, a futile flail to stop the pleasure crashing over him. Pushed to the limit, he even forgot he wasn’t supposed to cry out.
The wet slap of flesh on flesh rang out. Trying to shield that overstimulated spot from Cha-hyeon’s relentless cock, his thighs tightened on their own.
A low groan brushed his ear. But Cha-hyeon only pistoned harder, as if sprinting toward his own climax alone. Se-min, who had never been worked over like this after already coming, twisted his hips—and spilled again, a thin, pale spurt he barely registered.
“Hahh… ngh, haaah…!”
“Tsk….”
Cha-hyeon finally stilled with his shaft buried to the hilt between Se-min’s thighs. Cum spattered up to Se-min’s chin and chest.
The ecstasy driving him mad cut off all at once. Panting, Se-min threw an arm over his eyes. Even the fine down on his skin, bristling from electric bliss, felt like stimulation.
Twice dragged under, his body had no strength left. He felt Cha-hyeon slowly release the calves he’d been gripping so hard.
Now he really couldn’t move a finger. He didn’t even have the strength to press his legs together; with his mons bared and smeared in the evidence of his climax, he had no space left in his head to feel embarrassed. With his vision covered, Se-min felt like he could fall asleep just like this.
If only Cha-hyeon’s hand hadn’t drifted lower.
“……!”
Se-min flinched. Fingers that had been idly toying with his plump balls slid down over his perineum. When they rubbed the slick skin in slow circles, his cock—still twitchy from how recently he’d come—gave a sharp tremor.
But after teasing his perineum for only a moment, Cha-hyeon’s fingers went even lower. Wet with semen, they pressed against the tightly closed entrance.
“…Hyung…?”
Only then did Se-min call to him, his voice guttering out. Cha-hyeon merely stroked there lazily, tracing the rim as if sketching over it.
The deliberate, almost forewarning touch made Se-min lower the arm covering his eyes. The contentment and limpness after climax on his face began to curdle into unease. Meeting his gaze, Cha-hyeon’s lips crooked up.
“Don’t worry. I told you I wouldn’t go all the way here.”
The groping fingers withdrew. Mouth rasping, Se-min kept his eyes on him. Even after coming, that thick cock still throbbed, veins ridged, gleaming under a cloudy sheen.
It looked almost violent. Caught staring, Se-min blinked up blankly when Cha-hyeon’s next instruction followed.
“Open your mouth?”
“…Huh?”
Without a word, Cha-hyeon parted his own lips slightly to prove Se-min had heard right.
The curve of his eyes shone with amusement, like a child who’d found a favorite toy.
“Mouth.”
Tapping his own lips as he repeated himself, Cha-hyeon made Se-min part his mouth before he realized it.
With his knees half-straightened, Cha-hyeon stepped in. From the angle, it looked like he was about to feed his cock into Se-min’s mouth where he lay.
Up close, it was even more intimidating. Se-min’s pupils trembled. Again he couldn’t understand why Hyung—the Hyung who would never do anything bad to him—was coming closer.
“Hyung…? Why… huh?”
“Se-min.”
Showing no intention of retreating, he gathered Se-min’s hair in a careful grip that wouldn’t hurt. The light tug sent a chill down Se-min’s spine.
“Hyung wants you to clean it with your tongue.”
“…Huh?”
“Mm?”
The words finally sank through the fog in his head. Even understanding, Se-min was still bewildered.
He could guess the kind of sex fantasy the man had. But that was one thing; having the hyung who was always kind to him make such a brazen request during their first close-contact guiding stirred a strange cognitive dissonance.
He looked at the vicious cock looming before his eyes, then at hyung’s smiling face. After glancing back and forth several times, Se-min swallowed hard.
“Ah….”
With that small sound, he opened his mouth and took the tip between his lips. Looking down at him from above as he fed him his cock, Cha-hyeon seemed born to dominate.
Careful not to scrape with his teeth, Se-min pursed his lips and began to suck slowly. As he meekly mouthed the shaft, a strange taste spread thick across his tongue.
Se-min’s brows pinched on reflex. And since he was essentially lying down despite tilting his head up, every time that huge thing reached his soft palate, his breath hitched.
“Mmph—hrrmph….”
“Haa….”
Looking down at flushed, breathless Se-min, a light sheen of sweat gathered at Cha-hyeon’s temples. He thrust into that hot, plush mouth a few times, then simply held himself there near his soft palate and watched. Studying the way Se-min’s expression kept changing, he wet his lower lip.
“Hoo….”
Wet, slippery sounds filled the air as saliva and mucosa slid against him. After slowly gliding in and out of Se-min’s mouth, Cha-hyeon wrapped his hand around the base of his cock.
With a soft pop, he pulled out completely, and a rope of spit stretched from the glans—long and glossy with Se-min’s saliva—before snapping. The silver strand was filthy and erotic.
He rubbed the head against Se-min’s still-parted lips. The feel of that soft flesh was peculiar. Hot, salty, musky…
“Maybe I should’ve finished on your face.”
Eyes damp at the corners, Se-min glanced up in alarm. As he traced smears over Se-min’s lips, cheek, and chin, Cha-hyeon tilted his head as if he truly regretted not doing it.
Se-min’s eyes fluttered. The languor after climax evaporated in an instant, replaced by fluster. Looking down at Se-min, who couldn’t do this or that, Cha-hyeon smiled.
“I’m kidding.”
And he really did pull back as if it had only been a joke. As that oppressive presence withdrew, Se-min slowly pushed himself upright, dazed.
Cha-hyeon pulled a few tissues from the side table and wiped off the remaining semen. Watching blankly, Se-min met his eyes as he set the soiled tissues aside. He flinched without meaning to.
Cha-hyeon’s smile was gentle—the same smile as the kind, familiar Hyung Se-min knew.
“That was really good. You did so well, Se-min.”
With deliberately tender words, Cha-hyeon drew him into a hug. His body heat—hotter than usual—wrapped around Se-min.
Skin to skin, the embrace felt different from usual. With his lips pressed to the crown of Se-min’s head, Cha-hyeon patted him slowly.
Burrowed against him, Se-min’s lashes trembled minutely. He rolled his lips inward to hide them, and his heart started to race.
Thump, thump, thump… his chest fluttered with an odd anxiety mixed in. Se-min couldn’t stop the thought he’d been trying so hard to suppress from rising.
But… the hyung who lost his memories and the original hyung are the same person… right?
***
Sung Cha-hyeon could say it with certainty.
He hadn’t felt this good since awakening.
The heaviness in his limbs—as if weighted with lead—was gone. The fog that had shrouded his head, the razor’s edge of constant tension that left no room to breathe—so much of it had eased now.
8:00 a.m. Dressed in black combat gear, Cha-hyeon stood before the mirror. Hair slicked back with pomade, pale skin stark against the dark uniform. Even his eyes, usually sharpened to a blade’s edge, had softened.
Just yesterday, he’d cleared the first-ever Special-Type Dungeon Gate and lost a considerable portion of his memory—yet the man in the mirror looked flawless, the last person you’d suspect of that.
Staring at his reflection, he slowly curled and uncurled his fists. Even the vitality tingling at his fingertips was different in kind.
Holes might’ve been punched through his brain, but he remembered vividly how fucked his body had felt until now.
Fifteen years. For a full fifteen years, his condition had only gone from bad to worse. Yeah—if he had to put it into words… it was like he’d been trapped in a brutal, never-ending hangover the whole time.
