#39
As the white outer shell shattered and fell to the ground, there was a booming sound as the earth shook. The boss mob’s tender inner skin was exposed. Choi Do-jun didn’t miss that moment and unleashed an attack stronger than before. It was such an excessive attack that it seemed unnecessary. Seo Yi-young could only vaguely guess that perhaps he wanted to end it with a single strike.
It didn’t take long for the boss mob to die. Its legs broke into pieces and fell to the ground, while its body was torn to shreds, making a heavy sound as it fell. The smell—both fishy and sour—seemed to come from the boss mob’s bodily fluids. Flames could be seen igniting and burning from the remnants of the fallen boss mob.
“…Huk…! Haah, huk, heok!”
Simultaneously, Seo Yi-young could breathe properly again. It seemed that until now, that helmet beetle had been truly sucking away his power. Damn bastard. How much power did Seo Yi-young have left for it to suck away?
Only now did he feel alive. Who knew being able to breathe could be so gratifying? The air entering his nostrils felt incredibly sweet. Seo Yi-young enjoyed the sensation while breathing freely.
Wait. That meant Choi Do-jun was in the same condition as Seo Yi-young. Had he launched those attacks while also having his power drained? Seo Yi-young knew because he had just experienced it himself. This wasn’t just talk—Choi Do-jun was truly tenacious. It was enough to make one’s tongue hang out.
Indeed, not just anyone could do something like that. Depending on the person, it would be different, but Seo Yi-young didn’t think he could do what Choi Do-jun was doing even if offered billions.
After forcing his flickering eyelids open to confirm that Choi Do-jun, who had defeated the boss mob, was planting his feet on the ground, Seo Yi-young closed his eyes. As his body started to return to its normal state, it seemed that sweat had begun to seep from every pore, making his clothes damp.
Now he truly had no strength left in his body. Due to exhaustion, he was too drained to use his ability. The saying about not even having the strength to blink wasn’t just an expression.
He heard the sound of Choi Do-jun’s footsteps quickly approaching him.
That was the last thing Seo Yi-young remembered.
*
His body ached terribly.
Groans escaped involuntarily from the dull pain as if he’d been beaten all over and the agony of his entire body feeling wrung out. It was enough to make him suspect someone had hit him. But that wasn’t all.
“Ugh… ungh…”
The reason he got up despite the pain was because his throat was parched. It felt like all the moisture in his body had evaporated.
Driven by survival instinct, Seo Yi-young rose and spotted a water cup nearby, which he drank desperately. One cup wasn’t enough. He needed more. More water. Seo Yi-young discovered a transparent water pitcher and tried to pick it up, but sadly couldn’t bear its weight and dropped it to the floor.
There was a loud noise, and the floor was completely soaked. What a waste. Overwhelmed by the singular thought that he needed to drink water, Seo Yi-young flattened himself against the floor as if about to lick up the spilled water. Just before he destroyed his human dignity, a hand restrained him.
“What!”
Reacting irritably, Seo Yi-young found Choi Do-jun in front of him.
“Drink.”
Without even the presence of mind to protest, Seo Yi-young took the water cup Choi Do-jun offered and gulped it down urgently. Only after emptying the entire cup, which was as thick as Seo Yi-young’s forearm, did his senses finally return. Only then did he notice that Choi Do-jun’s hair was wet as if he’d just taken a shower.
“…Why are you here? Where’s Butler Choi?”
After exhaling with satisfaction, he questioned Choi Do-jun, who answered while taking the water cup from Seo Yi-young’s hand.
“Not here.”
“Huh? Why? Where did he go?”
Butler Choi isn’t here? Had something happened? But that concern didn’t last long.
“Because this is my house.”
“…Eh? Why am I at your house?”
Confused by the answer, Seo Yi-young looked around, intending to tell him not to joke, but then froze.
The room was completely different. Apart from the bed and nearby nightstand, there wasn’t much furniture decorating the spacious room. It couldn’t be that he couldn’t afford it, but it looked not just sparse but desolate.
To think he couldn’t even see this properly. His thirst must have truly robbed him of his senses. As Seo Yi-young wiped the water from his mouth, Choi Do-jun asked:
“What’s your last memory?”
“Last memory?”
Only upon receiving that question did Seo Yi-young retrace his memories.
Right. They had gone to conquer a dungeon. So, after entering the dungeon, having his power absorbed by the boss mob, healing Choi Do-jun, and then waiting for him to defeat the boss mob. And then, after that, his last memory was hearing approaching footsteps.
“What about you? Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure who you’re worried about.”
Judging by his speech, he seemed fine. Looking at Choi Do-jun’s body, there were certainly no visible injuries.
“Why not just take me to my house instead of bringing me here?”
Why did Choi Do-jun bring him all the way to his house?
“I refuse anything bothersome.”
“Ah, ye-es. Of course.”
They could have just gone by car, but he found that troublesome? …Well, sure, it would be troublesome, but did he have to phrase it like that? After responding sarcastically, Seo Yi-young frowned at Choi Do-jun’s hand suddenly gripping his jaw.
“What?”
After turning his face left and right as if examining him, Choi Do-jun released Seo Yi-young’s face as if tossing it away, like he’d finished his business. Really, was there any need to be this rough? Seo Yi-young didn’t hide his displeasure.
“That hurts. Just use words! What are you doing to someone who was just unconscious?”
“If you use your ability, something like that would heal immediately.”
It was a genuinely contemptuous voice. …Well, that was certainly true. Seo Yi-young immediately agreed and healed his body. The various pains lingering in his body disappeared as if washed away. He caught his breath.
But Choi Do-jun was staring at Seo Yi-young’s face to an unsettling degree. It was enough to make him anxious, wondering if something was on his face. Why look at someone with such eyes? Was he trying to bore a hole in his face? …Surely he wasn’t actually trying to do that?
Recalling how Choi Do-jun had shot beams from his eyes when killing mobs, Seo Yi-young shuddered. He quickly surveyed the nearby terrain. Where could he hide? Wait, why does this guy live with so little in his room?
Though he knew that if Choi Do-jun truly wanted to harm him, all of that would be useless, shouldn’t he at least try to avoid it? But there wasn’t even furniture to attempt such evasion. He’d thought the guy lacked manners, but why did he also lack furniture?
As he inwardly sighed, “Keung,” he felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he’d seen Choi Do-jun’s eyes somewhere before. He thought it might be déjà vu, but it didn’t seem like it. He had definitely seen them somewhere.
“Huk…”
That’s when it happened.
From the hazy depths of his memory, what he had experienced in the dungeon suddenly came to the surface. He’d wondered where he’d seen those eyes, that gaze. He had kissed Choi Do-jun and reached climax by his hand. That was when Choi Do-jun had stared at Seo Yi-young’s face just like this.
Seo Yi-young’s mouth opened silently, and he backed away as if jumping up. Perhaps because his body moved suddenly and on its own, he couldn’t maintain his balance properly and fell on his behind.
What’s more, Seo Yi-young had found that kiss with Choi Do-jun pleasurable. The sensation from that time vividly came back to him. Heat rushed to his face.
“How, how long has it been since we left the dungeon?”
Choi Do-jun answered the question Seo Yi-young asked while looking elsewhere:
“Two hours.”
“Two hours?”
It hadn’t been as long as he thought.
But his body felt strange. It felt hot and tingling. No, more precisely…
Seo Yi-young glanced down at himself. …Good Lord. It was raising its head and pushing up his clothes. Seo Yi-young tried to cover it by fidgeting with his legs, but it was futile. If Choi Do-jun noticed this, what would he think? Just imagining it made him unable to lift his face.
Perhaps if he changed his sitting angle a bit, he could somehow disguise it. That hope was swept away when Choi Do-jun grabbed Seo Yi-young’s shoulder.
“Since leaving the dungeon, my excitement hasn’t subsided.”
“Wh-what?”
“No matter how much I showered with cold water, the heat in my body remains.”
With those words, Choi Do-jun pushed Seo Yi-young forcefully toward the bed while still holding his shoulder. When he regained his senses, he found himself beneath Choi Do-jun. After staring intently at Seo Yi-young’s face, who was looking up at him with wide eyes, he gripped his center with one hand.
“Aaack…!”
“Seems like you’re the same.”
After confirming this fact, the corner of Choi Do-jun’s mouth lifted slightly. Curiosity about that smile also rose, but the shock came first.
“What? No, wait, wait…”
“It seems that what the bug absorbed has returned as it died.”
“Eh? No, such a thing… is that possible?”
“It must be possible, otherwise we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
Well, that’s true. But why speak as if to say “don’t you even know that”? Seo Yi-young closed his mouth, at a loss for words at Choi Do-jun’s retort. Right after understanding and accepting this, he grasped the meaning of what Choi Do-jun had said. So, it didn’t mean that only Seo Yi-young was excited.
Perhaps Choi Do-jun too… Before he could move his head to check his center, Choi Do-jun first put his lips on Seo Yi-young’s neck and sucked. There was no need to visually confirm whether Choi Do-jun was erect. His hard cock was poking Seo Yi-young’s abdomen.
It was true. He wasn’t just saying it. Choi Do-jun was excited too.
“That’s fortunate. It would be equally troublesome for both of us to go out looking for partners.”
“Ah… ah-ut. Ak.”
Choi Do-jun strongly sucked on Seo Yi-young’s skin.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
