Even though he knew it couldn’t be true, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Seon-woo was about to disappear. Seeing Seon-woo turn his head away from him, Seung-hyeon called out to him once more.
“Director.”
He couldn’t tell whether his voice was burning hot like it was boiling over, or cold and lifeless like it had frozen. Still, he didn’t force Seon-woo to turn his head back or try to push him with aggression. Of course, it wasn’t like Seung-hyeon would’ve just sat there helplessly if that had happened—but he was still relieved that Seon-woo hadn’t chosen to coldly and heartlessly push Gwak Seung-hyeon away with his own hands.
If Seung-hyeon had been that kind of person from the start, he probably wouldn’t have felt guilty. He wouldn’t be thinking, “I don’t want to reject him,” either. Seon-woo let out a quiet sigh.
He could completely understand how Seung-hyeon must be feeling. Just moments ago, he hadn’t resisted—he had accepted his touch—and now that he had climaxed, he was suddenly pushing him away like it didn’t mean anything. Of course it would feel absurd to Seung-hyeon. But with a brief sigh, Seung-hyeon seemed to tuck away his anger. His next words came out calm and composed.
“Do you not want to?”
His voice was so gentle, it sounded like he’d stop the moment Seon-woo said no. It was hard to believe, considering his arousal was still rigidly pressed against Seon-woo’s lower body. Seon-woo hesitated. He knew full well that saying no and watching Seung-hyeon step back without resistance was probably the right thing to do. But…
“If you really don’t want to, I won’t push it, but… why the sudden change?”
It was a completely reasonable question. After all, right before the system alert popped up, Seon-woo had practically been ready to give in and go along with him.
But as he listened to Seung-hyeon’s voice, a sudden impulse and curiosity rose to the surface. Do I really have to stop? What if I just ignore what the system said? If the abnormal status effect was something severe, then continuing wouldn’t be possible anyway. But if it was something minor, wouldn’t it be fine? Shouldn’t he at least confirm that much first?
Clinging to the excuse he’d just dressed up as logic, Seon-woo turned his head. Seung-hyeon, who had been staring intently at the back of his head the entire time, looked surprised when their eyes finally met. Instead of answering, Seon-woo cupped Seung-hyeon’s cheek and kissed him.
If it feels okay, we’ll keep going… If not, I’ll just use this as my excuse to stop.
He had already mapped out the plan in his head.
Of course, the system alert came right on cue.
<Gwanggong Score decreased by 2!>
Not exactly a huge drop for initiating a kiss. Seon-woo felt a bit more confident in the idea forming in his mind.
<Current Gwanggong Score: 49.>
<…….>
<Gwanggong Score has dropped below 50. “Abnormal Status: Silent Meditation” activated! Raise your Gwanggong Score to resolve the effect.>
I did it! Seon-woo inwardly cheered.
Silent Meditation was an abnormal status he’d experienced before. Back then, the timing had been terrible, and it put him in a tricky situation, but if you looked at the symptoms themselves, it was really nothing major—just temporary muteness. It wasn’t exactly a problematic debuff. And right now, he didn’t particularly need to talk anyway, so this was honestly the best-case scenario.
Maybe it was just his imagination, but the system seemed reluctant this time—like it wasn’t entirely satisfied. The fact that it only issued Silent Meditation as a penalty in this situation hinted that maybe the abnormal statuses were assigned at random.
Anyway, since the effect turned out lighter than expected, he could relax a little. But Seung-hyeon didn’t seem to have caught on to what Seon-woo was thinking. From the look of it, he interpreted Seon-woo’s kiss as a signal for their original plan—“I’m not going all the way, but here’s a kiss, so be satisfied with that.”
It was shameless and arrogant, and Seon-woo knew it. Fortunately, he didn’t actually have to say it out loud. Even more surprisingly, Seung-hyeon didn’t seem offended. In fact, his expression had softened compared to earlier.
“Did it hurt a lot back then?”
The tone was gentle, as if he were ready to back off if necessary—but the words themselves were far from considerate. Embarrassed, Seon-woo turned his head to avoid his gaze, staring straight ahead. He couldn’t answer, thanks to the status effect, and he definitely couldn’t physically show that he wanted to continue. That would just be way too humiliating. In the end, the only thing he could do was keep his mouth shut and quietly shake his head.
Seung-hyeon chuckled softly and asked again.
“Then… were you scared?”
Seon-woo instinctively snapped his head around and glared at him. Technically speaking, being scared because of the abnormal status wasn’t entirely wrong, but that didn’t stop the irrational surge of anger rising within him. He wasn’t even sure why it pissed him off so much. Seung-hyeon, unfazed by the sharp glare, continued lightly.
“Or was it your pride?”
The actual reason Seon-woo had pushed him away was slightly different, but from a Gwanggong’s perspective, that explanation probably made the most sense. This time, Seon-woo didn’t shake his head—he just turned his eyes away. That alone was enough for Seung-hyeon to read it as a yes. With a knowing hum, Seung-hyeon leaned in and murmured in a low whisper.
“For someone so prideful, you sure were feeling it… You even went for it from behind on your first time.”
Seon-woo’s jaw dropped in pure disbelief. Did he seriously just say that out loud? That kind of obscene remark wasn’t just inappropriate—it was something that would’ve made even the “Gentle Gong” Seo Eun-jae keel over clutching his neck.Â
He didn’t need a mirror to know his face had gone red. No matter how thick-skinned a Gwanggong might be, there was no immunity to that kind of talk. If his mouth wasn’t sealed shut right now, he probably would’ve screamed something like “Cut the crap and get the hell out of this room!”
Come to think of it, maybe it was a shame he couldn’t. On the other hand, thank god for the system—it might’ve just saved him from full-on humiliation.
Regardless, Seung-hyeon continued to push things forward at his own pace.
“Alright then. We’ll stop here for today. But… can I borrow your legs for a bit?”
Borrow his legs? It wasn’t immediately clear what he meant, but the part about stopping for today didn’t sound very convincing. Probably just meant he wouldn’t go all the way. Still, when Seon-woo kissed him back earlier, it had been impulsive—but also done with a bit of resolve. That didn’t mean he was entirely prepared for whatever came next.
Still, going all the way to full-on penetration made Seon-woo uneasy—both because of the system’s unpredictable reactions and because he himself felt emotionally overwhelmed. He didn’t know exactly what Seung-hyeon meant by “borrowing his legs,” but whatever it was, he was relieved it didn’t go further.
Perhaps mistaking Seon-woo’s silence for hesitation, Seung-hyeon leaned in close to his ear and whispered persuasively.
“Can’t I?”
And then, once again, he began to slowly roll his hips. As Seon-woo felt that hardness pressing and grinding against his lower half again, he let out a dry laugh. Honestly, no one in the world probably understood what softened Gwak Seon-woo’s resolve better than Gwak Seung-hyeon.
The fact that he could whisper such filthy innuendo into his ear and still act all innocent was infuriating. And yet, it was also true—this kind of voice did make his will waver.
In contrast to his calmly moving hips, Seung-hyeon’s voice sounded almost pitiful as he delivered the final blow.
“I mean, you couldn’t even sleep because of this, so I gave up on sleeping too… to help you out…”
As he said that, his hand wandered down and landed directly on Seon-woo’s cock, now spent and softened from earlier release. The moment Seung-hyeon touched him, Seon-woo could feel it twitch and begin to swell again. At this point, even he was irritated at how quickly his body reacted.
In the end, Seon-woo let out a sigh and nodded.
As if he’d been waiting for that, Seung-hyeon slipped his hand beneath Seon-woo’s knees and murmured,
“Just a second. I just need your legs… a little.”
When Seon-woo relaxed his muscles and allowed it, Seung-hyeon gently parted his legs and slipped himself into the narrow space between his thighs—right between his inner thighs and buttocks. So that’s what he meant by borrowing his legs…
The realization struck Seon-woo hard. The situation was so absurd he couldn’t even process it properly, let alone react.
<Gwanggong Score decreased by 2!>
Of course, the system kicked in again—but he didn’t even care anymore. It was only a minor drop again. Honestly, lying there with someone else’s cock sandwiched between his thighs should’ve triggered a much bigger penalty, yet it barely ticked the Gwanggong Score.
Which meant… whatever the reason was, the system simply couldn’t dock the score too harshly right now. That was the only clear conclusion.
All the more reason not to worry about it. The only thing making Seon-woo tense at this point was what Seung-hyeon was doing. He must’ve noticed how stiff Seon-woo’s body had gone—but didn’t seem to care one bit. With a soft chuckle, he placed both hands on Seon-woo’s waist and began to move.
It wasn’t much different from actual sex.
The initial shock didn’t last long. The sensation quickly turned into arousal. With each thrust, Seung-hyeon’s cock slid between Seon-woo’s thighs, brushing up against his own. He pretended it was all incidental, a natural movement without intention—but Seon-woo would bet money that this was exactly what he was aiming for.
And truthfully, it wasn’t fair to blame Seung-hyeon entirely. Not when even now, despite how outrageous and infuriating he was being… he somehow looked a little cute.
Seon-woo reached out and covered the hand that was resting on his waist. Then, slowly, he guided it down—bringing it to rest over his own now-hardening cock.
Seung-hyeon let out a whisper that sounded like a sigh.
“Director… you really shouldn’t be doing this.”
But there wasn’t a single person on that bed who didn’t understand what that actually meant.
