Chapter 18
The sun had set over the town, and the sky gradually darkened as twilight fell. The two of them arrived at a quiet road where the flow of people had thinned, cars occasionally passing by, and a cliff loomed behind them. Across the street stood an old building, with a bookstore and café attached to its side.
“…….”
Harriet’s body suddenly floated into the air, as if weightless. Startled, he dropped his staff, but it, too, drifted upward with him.
Ender quickly grabbed Harriet’s hands. A discarded disposable drink cup rolled across the ground.
It was Ender’s ability. He, too, rose into the air with Harriet, ascending higher and higher until the buildings below shrank into tiny specks.
Harriet stared down at his body, now far from the ground, his eyes widening. Ender hovered slightly above him, tilting his head down to meet Harriet’s gaze.
“……Sunbae, I tried my best.”
“…….”
“I wanted you to praise me.”
Harriet smiled faintly as he watched Ender soaring high in the sky. He twisted his body slightly to reach for his floating staff. The moment he grabbed it, Ender wrapped his arms around Harriet from behind, gripping his waist and whispering into his ear.
“Sunbae.”
Harriet blinked in surprise at the clingy embrace, then glanced down awkwardly.
The view from above was breathtakingly brilliant, and Ender’s ability was beautiful. In such a moving moment, Harriet wondered how he could speak without embarrassing his easily flustered junior.
Ender was no longer a boy—he was a vigorous, sturdy young man. Calling it a cock would probably upset him. Harriet patted Ender’s head and whispered.
“Ender… that… your dick is hard. And it’s pressing against my waist.”
Harriet had once been inside a military helicopter. Not inside the cabin, but suspended in a test tube filled with water, dangling from the helicopter.
Below them, a fierce battle raged between a hundred warships and the last of the eastern merpeople. Harriet had to endure the sensation of floating in that sedative-filled test tube—just like now.
Ender tightened his grip on Harriet’s waist, his breath hot and ragged. His lower body had been rigid with arousal since earlier, showing no signs of calming.
Harriet squirmed slightly, uncomfortable from the heat and hardness pressing against his waist. But Ender’s hands clung stubbornly, as if suctioned to his skin.
As Harriet tried to pull away, Ender’s grip only tightened. He placed his hand over Harriet’s, which held the staff embedded with a red gem.
“Don’t run away… You’ll fall.”
“Mmm……”
“Say it again, Sunbae.”
“??”
Harriet was too distracted by Ender’s wandering hands to process his words. He wasn’t good at multitasking.
Seizing the moment, Ender slipped his hand under Harriet’s white shirt, tracing the smooth skin before slowly moving toward his chest, letting out a hot sigh.
The ticklish sensation along his lower back made Harriet lift his head. His expression was still one of discomfort, but his lips trembled slightly.
“What you said earlier.”
“Did it… touch?”
Ender’s erection pressed firmly against Harriet’s waist, making him stammer—something rare for him. Ender shook his head.
“The thing you said right before that.”
“Dick?”
“……Nnngh.”
Ender’s body shuddered as he buried his face in the nape of Harriet’s neck, licking the exposed skin where his shorter hair left it bare.
The sight of his usually stoic, revered senior uttering such vulgar words sent an indescribable thrill through him. Ender’s fingers traced Harriet’s abdomen and navel as he whispered.
“Sunbae… I want you to praise me.”
“Mmm……”
Since their reunion in the countryside, Ender had repeatedly emphasized how hard he’d worked for Harriet. Harriet hadn’t seen it himself, but if his adorable junior said he’d tried, then he must have. Unsure of what to say, he simply stroked Ender’s head as it teased beneath his clothes.
“Good… you did well.”
“Haa… Sunbae……”
The fact that Harriet remembered even a passing comment from the past was enough to make Ender’s heart swell. Harriet smiled faintly, rubbing his fingers through Ender’s silky black hair. It didn’t tangle—it only grew smoother with each touch.
“Say more.”
Ender’s eyes flickered. He spun Harriet around, gripping his waist. Harriet gasped as he lost hold of his staff, and in the same moment, Ender’s lips pressed against his stomach.
His tongue traced the firm abs beneath Harriet’s shirt, savoring the defined muscles that contrasted with his soft appearance. Ender’s excitement grew as he groped his own erection through his pants, his gaze locked onto Harriet’s eyes. He looked like a cat caught in the rain, and Harriet’s heart ached at the sight.
“Sunbae… give me a reward.”
“A reward?”
“Yes… Calm me down before I go wild. Give me a reward.”
Harriet didn’t understand why Ender felt like he might go wild, but he couldn’t ignore his junior’s distress. His voice softened, almost a whisper, though no one was around to hear.
A bead of sweat trickled down his face. The sky wasn’t fully dark yet, and the lack of shadows made it feel even hotter.
“Alright, Ender. I’ll give you a reward.”
Harriet’s words made Ender beam with pride. Mirroring his smile, Ender grinned as he pulled his erection from his pants. Harriet couldn’t help but admire it as it emerged into the open air.
“It’s big……”
“Thank you.”
He’d once seriously compared it to Angela’s forearm, wondering if it measured up. Ender’s was just as impressively shaped—smooth, flawless, and well-proportioned, much like Ender himself.
The unusually red glans pulsed, veins standing out as it twitched. Its length and girth explained why Harriet had felt it pressing against his waist.
How does something this big even fit in such small pants? Harriet marveled again. Ender groaned softly, wrapping his arm around Harriet’s waist and grinding his erection against his navel.
Harriet didn’t understand why Ender was doing that to his navel, but the sensation was strange—unlike when Ender had licked his feet, which had only tickled. Now, an unfamiliar tingling shot up his spine and tailbone.
“??”
“Haa… Haa, Sunbae… Sunbae……”
Ender panted like a runaway train, his hips thrusting against Harriet’s navel, his fingers roaming over his waist and nape. He slipped a hand under Harriet’s shirt, teasing his nipple and murmuring how badly he wanted to lick it. The way he nuzzled Harriet’s short hair with his nose and mouth, nibbling gently, made him look like a cat in heat.
Harriet gripped Ender’s waist with both hands, at a loss.
“Sunbae… Sunbae……”
“Mmm.”
“……Sunbae. If I put it in… would it reach here?”
Ender’s red eyes were flushed with arousal, but his voice was innocently curious. Judging by where he pointed, he seemed to be asking if his erection could reach Harriet’s navel.
Harriet frowned seriously, wondering if that would even be survivable. Ender continued rubbing his erection against Harriet’s abs, his gaze refusing to let go.
Harriet’s pale pupils seemed to redden—an illusion that made Ender flick his tongue over Harriet’s eyeball. Even Harriet couldn’t help but flinch at that.
At the same moment, Ender’s erection spurted a long stream of cum, and Harriet instinctively caught it in his hand. The wind grew erratic as Ender’s excitement disrupted the airflow, sending their floating bodies swaying.
Until now, the wind had been steady, but now its direction and strength shifted unpredictably. Ender caught his breath and stared intently at Harriet’s lower body.
“Sunbae’s hard too.”
“Because you’re stimulating my nipple……”
Harriet whispered softly, just as unashamed as Ender. Seizing the opportunity, Ender quickly undid Harriet’s pants.
Harriet stared blankly as his pants slid down, then jolted when Ender’s tongue dragged up his thigh. Yet his face remained eerily calm.
He looked like someone indulging a clingy kitten—amused, troubled, but ultimately helpless. Ender grew even more aroused and took Harriet’s erection into his mouth.
Harriet tried to pull back, but Ender’s hands gripped his ass, holding him in place. He didn’t just hold—he kneaded, spreading Harriet’s cheeks apart as he continued his oral ministrations.
“……Nnngh.”
Harriet’s moan made Ender pull back just long enough to retrieve a small bottle from his pocket. Harriet had no idea what else was stuffed in there—zippered bags, bottles…
Ender pressed the bottle’s opening to Harriet’s urethra, his expression deadly serious and respectful.
“Sunbae, cum in here for me.”
“……??”
Harriet had no idea what Ender planned to do with his cum in that bottle, but there wasn’t a trace of jest in his face.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
