Kang Biso’s fingers, which had been moving without hesitation, suddenly stopped. The sharp, overwhelming sensation came to an abrupt halt, leaving me aching with restlessness. I turned to look at his face—his cheeks were flushed a deep red.
“Together… I want to do it together. Hurry…”
“…”
“Put it in… Let’s do it together…”
I mumbled again, coaxing him. His touch had been warm and intoxicating, but I didn’t want to be the only one caught up in this pleasure. I wanted us to feel it together—equally, completely.
Kang Biso, his ears now burning crimson, looked like he was already teetering on the edge. With a voice trembling slightly, he said,
“Say it again.”
“Please… put it in me. Now.”
His request made me flush with embarrassment, but I repeated myself. As soon as the words left my lips, he hastily pulled his fingers out. Even that small motion sent another jolt of sensation through me, and I bit down softly on my lower lip.
Kang Biso tugged down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. Just as I expected, his cock—rock hard and straining—sprang into view, pulsing with need.
“Ah…”
The sheer size of it made a flicker of anxiety twist inside me. I briefly wondered if I’d been too hasty, recalling the painful aftermath from last time. But I still wanted him—badly. I wanted to feel all of him.
I turned my head slightly and spread my thighs wider. It was humiliating and awkward, but I had already told him to hurry. There was no room left for shame.
Kang Biso let out a shaky breath.
“Damn it… You’re driving me crazy. Where the hell did you learn to say stuff like that, huh?”
Then, biting his lip, he growled low, like a beast barely holding back.
“I’m already doing my best not to lose it…”
Gripping my ankles roughly, Kang Biso lifted them onto his shoulders. My hips were pushed up higher, and though the angle felt a little uncomfortable, it wasn’t long before I felt the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance.
“…Ngh.”
Just the touch alone was enough to make my whole body tense. It was overwhelming—but underneath it, there was anticipation, a desperate craving for what was to come. I gave him a faint smile and whispered,
“Don’t hold back.”
The moment I said it, Kang Biso began pushing in. His urgency was palpable—he was so worked up he didn’t even take time to ease me open, just drove himself forward. It was too much, too sudden, but somehow, I accepted it.
Still, the pain of being stretched and split apart was unmistakable, and a strangled moan escaped from my lips.
“Ugh…”
That pressure—no matter how many times—I could never get used to it. As his shaft gradually buried itself deeper inside me, my vision flickered, edges turning white.
Hearing my groan, Kang Biso froze.
“Hyung, are you okay?”
“I’m… fine…”
“Do you want something to bite? I’m sorry. I can’t stop now.”
Saying that, he brought a finger to my lips and resumed moving. As he pulled out just slightly, then thrust back in harder, my mouth opened from the pain—and his finger slipped in.
“Hng!”
I bit down instinctively, hard. His brow furrowed in response, but I couldn’t worry about that right now. Desperate to escape the pressure, I latched onto the only distraction I had—I kissed and sucked his finger, wrapping my tongue around it like it was something precious.
His finger gently pressed down on my tongue, brushing along it as if trying to soothe me.
“Ah… haah…”
“Just a little more. Relax. You can take it, right? Huh?”
Kang Biso’s cock kept pushing in deeper and deeper, stretching me until I felt like I’d reached my limit. I couldn’t answer—I just bit his finger harder and forced my body to relax. As I continued to lick and suck at his finger, it suddenly grazed the roof of my mouth.
The strange, ticklish sensation made my body jolt involuntarily—and in that moment of release, Kang Biso didn’t hesitate.
— Thud!
“Ugh!”
He slammed in all the way to the base, driving himself deep. The pain was like being skewered from the inside out—but amidst the agony, a sliver of pleasure shimmered, making my eyes well up.
He withdrew his finger from my mouth and began to move in earnest. With every slow, deliberate thrust, I could feel every inch of him, thick and hot, dragging against my walls.
Whatever restraint he’d been clinging to was gone now. He kept thrusting, again and again, his hips pounding into me without pause. By the time the pain began to fade, gradually replaced by surging pleasure, Kang Biso leaned forward—and with that, he pushed even deeper inside me.
“Hah… yes!”
As his cock drove in deeper and pressed against that hypersensitive spot, I couldn’t hold back my moans. My eyes, already glistening, brimmed with fresh tears that spilled down my cheeks, and Kang Biso kissed me deeply, swallowing every sound I made.
Our tongues tangled with gentle desperation as his hips moved in a steady rhythm that left me dizzy. He wasn’t moving wildly, but each precise thrust hit that spot again and again, making my thighs tremble uncontrollably.
“Haah… Hwang Seol-bin…!”
He moved with a kind of intensity that felt like he’d been holding himself back for far too long. Every push went deeper than anyone had ever reached, and with each one, sob-like moans slipped from my lips.
“Haah! Hng, ah! K-Kang Biso…!”
Our voices blended, the wet sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the room, only adding fuel to the fire inside me.
Shaking with overstimulation, I clung to him for support, gasping for breath—but just then, Kang Biso began to slowly pull back.
“Hah… Kang Bi—hng!”
As the pleasure suddenly ebbed, I looked up at him in confusion. His entire body was flushed red, his eyes blazing with desire as he stared down at me. That look—hungry, wild, completely taken with me—was more arousing than anything else.
Just as I caught my breath, his cock slammed back into me—fast and hard—driving straight into that sensitive spot. My whole body jerked violently, overtaken by an explosion of pleasure so intense I couldn’t even cry out. I came right then and there.
But Kang Biso didn’t stop.
Even as I came around him, trembling and breathless, he kept moving—burying himself deeper and thrusting a few more times, drawing out the aftershocks into something raw and overwhelming.
Then, with a low groan, he drove in deep and came inside me.
“Hng…”
His release sent another wave of warmth surging through me, and when he finally pulled out, I collapsed with a shaky exhale. Our ragged breaths filled the room, and after a few moments, I finally managed to speak the words that had been lodged in my throat.
“…Kang Biso, I love you.”
My voice was rough and broken, but when he looked at me with that radiant smile, everything inside me softened.
“I love you too, Dae-heon.”
I blinked in surprise. He’d called me by my real name. My eyes widened, and before I could say anything, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then, licking his lips, he shifted my hips.
Huh? Wait—what?
Before I realized it, I was on my stomach, face down. I turned my head to glance at him, but Kang Biso ignored my gaze. He lifted my hips, raising my ass, and pressed his chest to my back. I flinched when I felt his cock again.
“Kang Biso… What are you—”
“Just one more time. Just once more.”
He muttered under his breath, “This guy wouldn’t be able to die if my hyung keeps tempting him like this,” and pushed himself back inside. My body, already softened and receptive, accepted him easily. I opened my mouth wide, unable to hold back the cry that surged from deep within me.
***
Kang Biso looked down tenderly at Hwang Seol-bin—no, Hwang Dae-heon—now fast asleep, as if completely spent. He hadn’t stirred even once during the cleanup, clearly worn out.
“So beautiful…”
Just thinking about how he had called his name while trembling in pleasure made Kang Biso’s body flush all over again. It didn’t matter how many times they’d done it—he wanted him every time he looked at him. But he didn’t want to wake Dae-heon up just for that. That would only earn him a glare.
Besides, there would be plenty of time in the future. For now, he was content just watching him sleep.
As he sat, watching the gentle rise and fall of Dae-heon’s chest, Kang Biso suddenly recalled something.
“Hwang Dae-heon…”
He had told him—Hwang Seol-bin wasn’t really Hwang Seol-bin.
At first, Kang Biso thought he might be mentally unstable. But the more he listened, the more it made sense. He was undeniably different from the Seol-bin Kang Biso had researched beforehand. And more than anything, the way he looked at him… That gaze wasn’t something a liar could fake.
It was a look filled with longing, affection… and fear—fear that he wouldn’t be believed. It was the gaze of someone telling the truth.
The name “Hwang Dae-heon” still felt foreign, a bit stiff on his tongue. But it was his real name. Saying it aloud filled Kang Biso with an odd sweetness. No one else knew that name—only he did. That made it even more precious.
But there was one thing he couldn’t accept.
The Book of Wishes… The wish he wants to make…
He wants to go back. Hwang Dae-heon might disappear from in front of him—forever.
No way in hell.
Kang Biso’s eyes drifted to the Book of Wishes, resting quietly on the chair.
If only that book didn’t exist…
If it were gone, Hwang Dae-heon—who said he loved him—would never even think about leaving. He’d stay. They could be together, always. Should he just burn it and be done with it?
No. Kang Biso shook his head.
If he did that, Dae-heon would be disappointed in him. He’d only opened up because Kang Biso hadn’t touched the Book of Wishes. If he found out Kang Biso had destroyed it… he’d hate him.
He couldn’t risk that.
There had to be another way—a way to keep Dae-heon by his side, without forcing him, without breaking the fragile trust between them.
There were a hundred ways to get rid of the book. But none that wouldn’t earn him Seol-bin’s hatred.
Only one path remained:
Dae-heon had to give it up himself.
He didn’t know how he’d make that happen yet. But if he could, if he could make Dae-heon choose to stay… then he’d never leave.
Kang Biso smiled gently and brushed aside the strands of hair sticking to Dae-heon’s damp forehead.
