#63
“Choi Do-jun…?”
But this didn’t seem right. Choi Do-jun’s eyes narrowed.
At that moment, the fog that had hazed Seo Yi-young’s mind cleared. He recalled exactly what Choi Do-jun really wanted.
“Ah, no. Do-jun, Do-jun-ah.”
Yes. Previously, Choi Do-jun had responded to being called by his name.
When Seo Yi-young urgently called Choi Do-jun’s name, he paused. That seemed to be the right answer. But that thought was only momentary.
“Ah! Ah, ah, ack! Ack! Ah, ungh, ah, wait, ugh!”
He began thrusting into Seo Yi-young faster than ever before. The impact on his pubic bone from the forceful thrusts was considerable. Frightened by the rough pounding, Seo Yi-young let go of Choi Do-jun and flailed his legs, trying to escape. But Choi Do-jun wouldn’t allow it.
“Do, jun, ah, Do-jun, ahhhh, ah! Ah, too, ah! Ah!”
“Yes. You’re doing well. Say more.”
“No, that, ah! Ah, I feel strange, ah, I’m going to, ungh, ugh!”
The hot, fierce cock rapidly and violently stirred his insides, making his already soft inner walls collapse like they were being tanned. Even with just a little probing, fluid leaked continuously. The walls that were being pounded responded much more softly than at first. Like wobbly jelly, they received Choi Do-jun’s cock and then gently bounced it back.
As this repeated, a tingling sensation leaked from somewhere deep inside his body and spread to every corner. All the way to his fingertips and toes.
It was different from the climaxes he’d felt before. The intensity of pleasure was extraordinary. This was strange. It needed to stop. Filled with an inexplicable fear, Seo Yi-young tapped Choi Do-jun’s arm.
“Ugh, ungh, ah, I really, ah, wait, I’m strange, wait, ack, aack!”
Seo Yi-young’s entire body tensed up. His arms, stomach, thighs, buttocks. Even the inner walls gripping Choi Do-jun’s cock. Like squeezing it out, they tightly clenched around Choi Do-jun’s cock. His vision turned pure white.
Finding it hard to endure as light flashed before his eyes, Seo Yi-young squeezed his eyes shut. His mouth opened as if gasping for breath. Yet he couldn’t make any sound at all.
Like someone struck by lightning, his entire body stiffened.
His body trembled uncontrollably, as if his peripheral nerves were being scorched. It wasn’t like feeling pleasure—it was like being abandoned to pleasure.
His insides writhed wildly, clenching around Choi Do-jun’s cock.
They clung to his cock, sucking and craving it greedily. The mucous membrane adhered so tightly that he could feel even the veins on the surface of the cock. It was as if he was going to fuse with Choi Do-jun’s cock.
He wanted to relax his muscles, but it wasn’t happening willingly. It felt like his mind and body were operating independently.
At the same time, semen erupted from Seo Yi-young’s cock.
But something was strange. It was too much to be just semen. No, not only the quantity but also the consistency was odd. It was as thin as water. The gurgling sound of water suggested Seo Yi-young wasn’t hearing things. Both he and Choi Do-jun’s upper body seemed soaked. It was embarrassing.
Seo Yi-young tried to raise his upper body to check what had happened, but Choi Do-jun blocked him. Seo Yi-young was about to protest when he paused. He could feel Choi Do-jun clenching his teeth against his cheek, and the muscles under his palm, which was embracing him, tensed up tightly.
His momentary suspicion quickly turned into certainty.
Choi Do-jun had climaxed.
A sound like teeth grinding came from Choi Do-jun.
Seo Yi-young couldn’t understand why he was reacting this way.
“Hey, m-move aside.”
But urgent as Choi Do-jun was, so was Seo Yi-young.
Good heavens, to wet himself during sex. He’d obviously become a laughingstock for a hundred, a thousand years.
“You were so wet, and now you even do this.”
At this harsh mockery, heat rushed to Seo Yi-young’s face as if it were on fire. In the face of such an embarrassing and confusing situation, his mouth wouldn’t even open to counterattack.
People naturally become speechless when their true vulnerabilities are pointed out. That’s why even in jest, people don’t point out real flaws. Choi Do-jun seemed unaware of this basic courtesy.
Seo Yi-young’s mouth corners turned downward as his lips tensed.
“That’s why I told you something was strange. I said to stop.”
He felt genuinely wronged and resentful.
Who was it that pushed until he wet himself? Couldn’t he have spoken differently, at the very least? The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. Seo Yi-young glared at Choi Do-jun as his vision grew blurry. Though he couldn’t see clearly, Choi Do-jun seemed to be making a confused expression.
“You did it. I told you to stop, but you did it.”
Seo Yi-young tried to continue with momentum. He was determined to teach him a lesson.
“…Because of you, I…urinated…”
But his momentum subsided due to shame. Far from teaching a lesson, he couldn’t even finish his sentence properly.
“I get it, so let’s stop.”
“What do you mean stop, ah, ah…, ugh, ahhhh…”
All Choi Do-jun did was kiss Seo Yi-young’s exposed shoulder and pull his cock out from inside. As he did, Choi Do-jun’s hard glans rubbed against Seo Yi-young’s swollen prostate. With that simple action, Seo Yi-young reached a mild climax. It was a gentle pleasure, like climbing a shallow hill. In this situation, provoked by such an action. Seo Yi-young himself was so dumbfounded he couldn’t speak, and what about Choi Do-jun?
He was so embarrassed that even his tears seemed to retreat. He was in the middle of expressing his dissatisfaction, and now this?
Seo Yi-young bit his lip hard and glanced at Choi Do-jun. His lips were firmly closed, but was it too presumptuous to feel that he seemed bewildered? Choi Do-jun removed the cock ring and tied the used condom. The amount of semen was substantial. As he threw the condom in the trash, Choi Do-jun spoke.
“Since you don’t seem to know, I’ll tell you: that wasn’t urine.”
“…Huh? No, but… it’s, it’s water?”
Though they were alone, Seo Yi-young lowered his voice to ask. Choi Do-jun shrugged.
“That’s right. It’s water. Usually called squirting.”
“…Squi…?”
Seo Yi-young stared in disbelief at Choi Do-jun, who was saying something incomprehensible. He made a mental note to look it up online when he had time.
“Is this your first time experiencing it?”
“When would I have experienced this before? Really…!”
“Then it’s no wonder you were surprised.”
His tone was unexpectedly cheerful. It was unclear why he seemed pleased.
Unable to understand the reason, Seo Yi-young could only wonder, ‘Does he enjoy my surprise?’ Or perhaps Seo Yi-young had misread Choi Do-jun’s state.
Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, Choi Do-jun asked Seo Yi-young.
“If you’re okay with sleeping like this, go ahead.”
“No. I want to wash.”
“You must be tired.”
Choi Do-jun turned to look at Seo Yi-young, raising his eyebrows as if the answer was unexpected. Who was it that had spoken as if not washing was unacceptable? Seo Yi-young fidgeted with his fingers before speaking.
“I think I’ve mentioned this before, but why do you talk like that?”
“What’s wrong with the way I talk?”
“Are you unaware?”
Seo Yi-young slightly furrowed his brow.
“I don’t understand what you mean. Do you want me to talk like you?”
“…Ugh.”
It’s embarrassing.
Even with just a slight change in intonation and sentence endings, it became incredibly awkward.
It would be impossible to get used to if Choi Do-jun used such a speech pattern, regardless of who else might. There’s a reason people say you should live according to your nature. Seo Yi-young subtly changed the subject.
“Since when have you talked like that? Surely not since you were young.”
“Without this way of speaking, they wouldn’t follow a child’s instructions.”
Seo Yi-young closed his mouth again. Something clicked in his mind.
He naturally recalled the age when Choi Do-jun had awakened. That child was giving orders for dungeon conquests, but adults wouldn’t readily follow a child’s commands.
No matter how much ability he demonstrated, there are always people everywhere who won’t acknowledge it and look down on him. Had Choi Do-jun encountered such people?
…
The more he learned, the more Seo Yi-young realized that Choi Do-jun in this dimension had really lived a harsh life.
Not even an adult, but a child—how difficult must it have been in that situation? It was easy to imagine even without specific examples.
Whatever Choi Do-jun interpreted from Seo Yi-young’s momentary silence, he stood up and said:
“Then go ahead. I’ll change the sheets in the meantime.”
“You will? …What about you?”
Choi Do-jun rarely gave off a sense of domesticity. But Choi Do-jun changing bed sheets? That’s overflowing with domesticity. Certainly, there’s nothing particularly strange about a physically healthy Choi Do-jun doing this level of housework. But people have certain images, don’t they? It’s not a particularly fitting picture.
“There’s no one else to change them, so I have to do it myself. Why? Want to shower together?”
“No. I was just curious.”
Seo Yi-young answered immediately after Choi Do-jun finished speaking. Showering together? He hadn’t even imagined it.
He put his feet on the floor to get off the bed. It was more manageable than expected. Perhaps because Choi Do-jun hadn’t pounded as brutally as before? Fortunately, he wasn’t unable to walk properly to the point of needing to use his ability.
After walking quickly to the bathroom saying he would wash, Seo Yi-young reflected on whether his behavior had been somewhat inappropriate. He had come because Choi Do-jun offered to let him stay over, but now he was washing while Choi Do-jun changed the sheets soiled with his fluids—that didn’t seem quite right.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
