Chapter 152
“Huh…!”
“Kugh!”
Tae-geon’s head twisted back, revealing a neck with blue veins standing out. Hyeon-woo felt just as crazy. The direct stimulation to his buttocks sent a thrilling shiver through his entire body, making him tremble as if he had been electrocuted.
Hyeon-woo’s forehead was already drenched in cold sweat. He couldn’t even take out the suppressants he had put in his pocket because he was holding onto Tae-geon’s arms.
I need to finish this quickly, as fast as possible.
That was the only escape route from this situation.
Looking down at the groaning Tae-geon, Hyeon-woo gritted his teeth.
…What a mess this is because of you…!
Hyeon-woo’s face flushed red as he internally cursed, slowly moving his waist. Sitting on the hot, hard object that throbbed beneath him, he began to rub back and forth slowly, like riding a wave, causing Tae-geon’s muscles to contract to their limits and shake violently.
A wet sound emerged from the area of friction. It was because Hyeon-woo’s backside was starting to get wet.
“Ugh, uhh…!”
The back-and-forth motion of his waist, drawing circles, quickened. Hyeon-woo’s eyes, moving instinctively rather than voluntarily, became clouded.
As he slid his waist up and down with the pillar wedged between his split buttocks, Hyeon-woo suddenly froze, shivering. When he slightly lifted his lower body into the air, Tae-geon’s dick stood up straight, as if magnetically attracted to Hyeon-woo’s backside.
Tae-geon’s tip, now fully exposed through the gap in his robe, was aiming at Hyeon-woo’s hole like a gun. Hyeon-woo’s waist fluttered above it like a butterfly.
Unable to endure the teasing touch on the tip, Tae-geon thrust his waist up forcefully. Each time he did, Hyeon-woo’s waist would escape higher, leaving Tae-geon’s dick hanging in the air, and finally, Tae-geon’s unruly thrusts began to subside.
Perhaps feeling that the more he tried to possess, the further away it got, Tae-geon clenched his fists, desperately suppressing his impulses, his muscles trembling with tension.
Watching Tae-geon, who was panting and reacting to each stimulation he received, Hyeon-woo felt a surge of conquest in his belly. His lower abdomen tightened, and his head spun.
After staring down at Tae-geon for a while with hazy eyes, Hyeon-woo slowly lowered his waist. Then, he rubbed hard against the solid tip.
“Ugh…!”
“Huh!”
He rubbed shallowly but forcefully. The tip of his dick slipped slightly into the hole that had been left helplessly open. Each time the tip made contact, a viscous silver thread stretched and broke.
Tae-geon’s chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath. The red protrusion revealed through the loosened robe caught Hyeon-woo’s gaze. With his pupils completely lost, Hyeon-woo slowly lowered his head toward Tae-geon’s chest. Then, at the moment he took the solid red tip into his mouth and sucked hard.
“…Kugh!”
Tae-geon’s head snapped back, and something hot erupted near Hyeon-woo’s perineum. At the same time, a thick, heavy sensation surged into Hyeon-woo’s lungs and throat, sharply scraping his nerve points.
“Hah…!”
At that stimulation, a hot climax burst forth from Hyeon-woo’s front.
His body, completely relaxed, collapsed onto Tae-geon. He couldn’t tell if the frantic heartbeat pounding in his chest was his own or Tae-geon’s.
Hyeon-woo’s hot breath poured onto Tae-geon’s cheek. Tae-geon’s head instinctively burrowed toward the source of warmth, Hyeon-woo’s neck. Even though the hot flesh invaded his mouth without permission, Hyeon-woo’s mind was too clouded to recognize or react to the situation.
Just as Hyeon-woo felt something recklessly stirring in his mouth, he tried to pull his head back, but the tongue that had been licking his mucous membranes suddenly went limp and withdrew without warning. Tae-geon’s head, having completely lost consciousness, slumped to one side.
Hyeon-woo, panting, wiped his saliva-soaked lips. His mind, which had begun to clear as the heat dissipated, was gradually becoming clearer.
“…Hah!”
Finally regaining his senses, Hyeon-woo shot up, alternating glances between the mess of bodily fluids on Tae-geon and himself, his face turning pale.
His whole body was sticky.
This wasn’t what he had planned. He had only intended to calm Tae-geon’s arousal, never expecting to end up in this state himself. His pants were soaked and unpleasantly clinging to him, both inside and out.
…What the hell happened? What on earth…!
Hyeon-woo hurriedly began to clean up. Compared to his lower body, which was soiled with various fluids, Tae-geon’s robe was relatively intact. He wiped down Tae-geon’s glistening pubic area and abdomen with a towel he had soaked in the bathroom.
At the sight of the object that quickly became erect again from that stimulation, Hyeon-woo frowned, as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have. It was shameless beyond belief.
Just as he was carefully finishing up Tae-geon’s appearance, a sudden hand shot out and gripped Hyeon-woo’s wrist tightly.
“Huh…!!”
Hyeon-woo jumped in surprise, flinching his shoulders.
Has he woken up? …Has he caught me?
Frozen in place, he heightened his senses to assess the situation. Fortunately, Tae-geon’s eyes were still closed, and his heart was beating at a steady pace, neither fast nor slow. It seemed he had merely grabbed him in his sleep.
Hyeon-woo calmly shook off Tae-geon’s grip and quickly returned to the room.
*
Kwon Hak-kyu, who entered, instinctively cast his gaze toward the cylinder. Then he examined Tae-geon’s complexion. It had improved to the point of being unrecognizable.
It must have been the effects of the medication. It seemed Hyeon-woo had visited again last night. Hak-kyu asked, pretending not to know.
“How is your condition?”
“Good. How many days have passed?”
“You fell asleep early last night, and now it’s morning.”
Tae-geon’s expression became strange at that. As if he sensed something, Kwon Hak-kyu swallowed hard. At that moment, he felt incredibly relieved that Tae-geon couldn’t see him. If Tae-geon had seen him like this, he would have surely noticed that something was being hidden. Hak-kyu hurriedly interrupted Tae-geon’s thoughts.
“I was worried since you refused the restraints, but it seems we won’t need them now. You look perfectly fine.”
Tae-geon, who had been silent as if lost in deep thought, suddenly sniffled, causing Hak-kyu to frown and check his temperature.
“You don’t have a fever, but it seems you have a cold.”
“…It seems so.”
A faint laugh of disbelief lingered at the corner of Tae-geon’s mouth as he spoke.
“I’ll bring you some cold medicine after your meal. I’ll stay at the mansion for a few days to monitor your progress.”
After leaving those words, Hak-kyu exited the room. Tae-geon rubbed his face with one hand.
The mansion was like a warm greenhouse, with humidity and temperature consistently managed throughout the year. How could he catch a cold in a place like this, where they hardly opened the windows since it got cold?
What on earth had he done? Had he somehow caught something just from that brief contact while scribbling a few characters on his palm?
Other than a stuffy nose, he didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable. Tae-geon felt around his body. There were no wounds left, which usually appeared after a rut. As Hak-kyu said, he was perfectly fine. Too perfectly fine. Tae-geon’s heart began to race uncontrollably.
Recently, he had felt the symptoms of the marking disease improving significantly. To confirm that it wasn’t just his imagination, he had deliberately instructed to leave out the restraints last night.
Confirming his body was clean without a single wound, a heat resembling joy rose on Tae-geon’s face.
The hallucination of Hyeon-woo, who had always sought him out during ruts, lingered particularly vividly today. The touch of the hand that stroked his forehead, the sensation of fingers intertwining, was too vivid. Even the sensation of desperately reaching out to grasp the fading warmth was still fresh.
…What if… that wasn’t a dream…?
What if that sensation was not a dream or a hallucination, but real?
What if Hyeon-woo had truly come to his room last night?
Tae-geon’s eyes trembled slightly. As he reached for the bed to rise, something hard brushed against his palm on the sheet. With a puzzled expression, Tae-geon picked it up.
It was something small, hard, and round. It had a loop on the back to thread a string through…
…A button.
Since his eyes had become like this, he hadn’t worn any buttoned clothes, so it wasn’t his.
Someone’s button had fallen onto the bed.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
