When I opened my eyes again, I was met by Kessler’s gaze, which stared down at me as intensely as sunlight.
First, I removed his hand, which had been cupping and gently pinching my cheeks. After regaining some clarity, I lifted my head, which had been resting on his lap.
“Wow, I almost ended up sleeping on the streets.”
I rubbed my eyes and checked the time. I hadn’t expected to sleep this long…but it was already 10:20 PM.
“I’ve got nowhere to go.”
Kessler spoke as if he had been waiting for me to wake up. The intention behind his words was obvious, making me feel mischievous and inclined to tease him a bit by playing dumb.
“So?”
“I came to Korea to see you.”
“That was a good call.”
“This neighborhood’s nice to live in.”
“It is a good place to live.”
“In a place this nice, I ought to bring in a good guardian to live with. This world’s way too dangerous for you to live alone.”
I’d planned on letting him stay overnight, naturally, but… somehow the conversation was taking a strange turn.
“So, what—you’re saying we should live together?”
He stared at me and nodded vigorously.
Of course, if his situation wasn’t great, I was prepared to take responsibility for him, or rather honestly raise him to eventually devour him myself—but this guy had a silver spoon in his mouth.
“Can’t I?”
What was this? He was too adorable. When a guy as big as a mountain acts cute like this, I can’t do anything about it.
“Then try calling me ‘hyung.’ You do know I’m older than you, right?”
“Baby Fox Hyung.”
…Why was his choice of title like this? It felt like I was being teased instead.
As I hesitated, momentarily lost in thought, Kessler playfully bit my cheek.
“It’s a bit much out here.”
“Then should we go inside?”
“Inside?”
I was wide awake now thanks to my earlier nap, but Kessler’s eyes were clearly heavy with sleep. Besides, I had plenty of empty rooms in my house—three on the second floor, and one on the first floor.
‘Still… would we have to share the same room?’
My head spun briefly. I usually lived on the first floor, and having the burly Kessler in the room next to mine would make the first floor feel way too cramped.
Well, if he wanted, I could just tell him to pick any of the available rooms upstairs. Since my gaming strategy room was up there, we’d still end up spending a lot of time together even if we slept on separate floors.
“So, when are you moving in?”
“I wanna go now.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Are you drunk or something?”
He nuzzled his nose back into my neck.
“I’m so drunk. Take responsibility—quick.”
What nonsense. He only took a few sips of beer—how could he possibly be drunk? Even though it was night and there weren’t many people around, two guys acting like this in an open space wasn’t exactly appropriate. I got up and pulled him along, despite him persistently acting cute to get inside my house.
“Let’s go. You can walk, can’t you?”
“I think I can manage if I hold your hand.”
Well, if he insisted, I might as well hold his hand.
“It’s just a fifteen-minute walk.”
My house wasn’t far from here.
Holding hands, we began walking slowly. Despite his own claims about being drunk, his steps were perfectly steady, making me laugh. Right, with his size, there was no way he’d get wasted from just a bit of beer.
Underneath the wide pedestrian overpass, cars zoomed by. The gentle breeze carried along the stale scent of exhaust fumes mixed with fine dust.
The streetlamps sparsely lit the dark sky, and groups of people smoked and chatted loudly in the food alley.
It was strangely novel to realize Kessler was now part of this newly adapted daily life. Only now, belatedly, did it begin to feel real.
“I missed you.”
“How many times are you going to say that?”
“No matter how many times I say it, it’s not enough. Don’t you feel the same, Baby Fox?”
Kessler, who had been following my lead obediently, suddenly halted, hugging my shoulders tightly from behind. His action caused my awkward steps to stop abruptly. Then he sniffed carefully behind my ear.
“Even though I can’t go back to being a baby fox… am I still your Baby Fox?”
“You’re still baby-sized.”
When I thought about it, I wasn’t really as tiny as a baby. It’s just that he was so big. I was actually average height for a Korean guy. Suddenly suspicious, I loosened his arms around me and turned to face him.
“…Are you seriously saying I’ve got a dick the size of a pinky?”
“Have I ever called you ‘Dick Fox’? Besides, mine’s huge, so hearing that kind of thing is basically a compliment.”
Weirdly, his logic was solid, leaving me speechless. While I stood frozen, he hammered the point home:
“Don’t shake at my nickname.”
“Got it.”
A sudden curiosity struck me. Kessler’s face was exactly the same as it had been in the game—no discrepancies at all, even though we’d just met for the first time today. So, would his body also match his in-game avatar?
I clearly remembered the shape of his cock under bright lights in the game. I couldn’t help wondering how it looked in reality.
…No, what am I even expecting?
‘But… he’s gotta have an asshole, right?’
The in-game Kessler didn’t have an asshole, so I had no choice but to be the one receiving. But real-life Kessler was different.
Since our ages had reversed, perhaps our positions would too.
“I’ll be good to you.”
Lost in various thoughts as we walked, Kessler spoke decisively. For a moment, even the sound of crickets accompanying each of our steps seemed to halt, as if frozen by his words.
“How exactly will you be good to me?”
“I’ll spoil you every day, play with you, buy you anything you want.”
“Kessler, I get that you’re amazing. But this is reality, and as you know, I have responsibilities. So maybe…”
It wouldn’t be the same as before, when simply being together was happiness itself, when we’d been each other’s entire world. Unlike the baby fox whose sole goal was survival, the real me now carried more complex goals and responsibilities as the leader of a team.
“Would you really be okay with that?”
“If I’m with you, everything’s okay. I’ll make you happy, Baby Fox.”
His words as he pulled my waist closer only made me smile.
“Okay. I’ll take good care of you too.”
We finally turned the corner to my house.
“This is our place.”
We stood at the front door. I couldn’t quite recall what state the inside was in.
Beep beep beep beep. I keyed in the passcode. Our neighborhood was so quiet that even the door keypad sounded loud. I whispered to him:
“Did you see? The password’s 8111.”
“What’s it mean?”
“Quarterfinals, first place, first place, first place—my World Championship results.”
It made me sound like a total gamer nerd, but whatever.
“Explained like that, it sticks in your head.”
“Right? Come in.”
When I stepped inside first and glanced back, Kessler looked almost as big as the door itself. The long shadow trailing behind him made it feel even more real.
He stood at the entrance for a moment, seemingly shy, before slowly entering and looking around. He wasn’t the neat type anyway, so hopefully it wouldn’t look too messy to him.
While I randomly opened the fridge, wondering if I had anything to offer, I suddenly felt eyes on me. Turning slowly, I saw he’d already finished his house tour, his gaze locked onto mine. At the same moment, the slightly open front door shut with a loud thud.
Amid the sudden silence, his footsteps approaching me sounded particularly loud. Instinctively backing away, I realized too late—he had already pressed his lips against mine. It was a wet and sticky kiss.
And then I understood clearly: whatever playful kisses he’d given outside were the family-friendly, public-safe versions. He could’ve at least given me some warning, though.
As I twisted my head away slightly to breathe, he gently guided my chin back into position.
Beep beep beep—
At last, the fridge—which had been left open too long during their… activities—began to beep in protest. Kessler reached out and slammed it shut.
His moist lips repeatedly teased my upper and lower lips with gentle, ticklish touches. Noticing my struggle, he paused to press his cheek against mine, letting me catch my breath.
“…Why are you so good at kissing?”
“Am I?”
Yes, his skills were exceptional. Seriously, who taught him these tricks—like letting someone rest while gently pressing cheeks?
“Where’d you get that good, huh?”
Chuckling, Kessler turned and quickly kissed the corner of my lips.
“Guess we just have great kissing chemistry.”
“There’s kissing chemistry too?”
“When you live off a fox’s snout morning and night, yeah, you get a feel for it.”
“For real? Like a skill?”
As we chatted, I noticed I was gradually getting pushed backward. Before I realized it, my back was pressed against the refrigerator.
“Of course it’s real, you innocent little fox.”
One of his hands held my waist tightly, while the other gently brushed my bangs aside, then slowly slid down to touch my eyelids, cheeks…
“Kessler, I have a question.”
“What, sexual compatibility?”
Crazy bastard… But, thinking about it, ultimately that was related to my question anyway.
“Can I look at your butt?”
“Why my butt?”
Even as he asked, he easily lifted me into his arms and began wandering around the house.
“This is where I work out. That’s the bathroom…”
If he was looking for the bed, it was in the room over there. But clearly running out of patience, he laid me down on the sofa in the living room instead, quickly climbing on top of me.
“Hehe.”
“Don’t just laugh. Take off your underwear.”
“Yes, baby fox hyung.”
Without hesitation, Kessler pulled off his pants and underwear in one move, releasing a cock so massive it felt surreal to see it in real life—an existence that couldn’t be called by the innocent term ‘wee-wee,’ completely mismatched with his cute, pale face.
“Why are you already hard?”
“I thought my pants were going to burst.”
“Your pants or your cock?”
“Both.”
“One favor, Kessler. Turn around for me.”
He immediately stood up at my request without hesitation.
Thump, thump. Gulp.
Finally, the moment of truth had arrived—revealing the secret of Kessler’s ass. But just as I lifted myself to get a good look, he swiftly turned around again and flipped me onto my back.
“?”
No, I meant you should turn around, not me.
Before I could clarify, he quickly yanked down my pants. My frantic kicking might have encouraged him instead.
Seeing my underwear eventually fly off and land far away, I stopped flailing.
“Kessler? Okay, okay. I just wanted to see your butt for a moment. Just for a moment.”
Kessler briefly flashed his ass toward me before spinning back around. The quick motion caused his cock to swing heavily between his legs.
“No, not like that. I want to see it in detail-“
As I tried to sit up again, he firmly grasped my cock in his hand.
