“Hngh!”
Ryu Taeha’s firm knee stimulated Dawoon’s lower body. Dawoon crawled upward to escape Ryu Taeha’s knee moving heavily between his legs.
“Dawoon-ah.”
Ryu Taeha lowered his head toward Dawoon, who was desperately trying to avoid him. He planted both hands on Dawoon’s shoulders as he wriggled toward the headboard and forcibly made eye contact.
“Do you really hate it?”
The low voice gradually drew closer. Ryu Taeha approached Dawoon’s panting face and touched their noses together precariously.
“Should I stop?”
He asked while pressing his knee firmly. Dawoon, who moaned from the excessive stimulation, had no room to answer. Instead, he grabbed Ryu Taeha’s shoulders and desperately struggled to push him away with all his might.
“Haah….”
But what on earth was happening? Contrary to Dawoon’s will, his body reacted.
His hand touching Ryu Taeha’s shoulder slid toward his firm nape as if drawn there. So naturally, as if it was something he’d always done.
When Dawoon wrapped his arms around his neck as if craving an embrace, Ryu Taeha immediately wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Mmm….”
Dawoon became even more flustered when only strange sounds came out of his mouth instead of curses. As if his tongue was paralyzed, he couldn’t even properly swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth, let alone speak.
Ryu Taeha skillfully licked up the saliva that dripped from the corner of Dawoon’s mouth. The bastard’s unhesitating tongue invaded Dawoon’s mouth without permission.
Dawoon tried to bite his tongue clean off right then and there. He planned to chomp down hard with his sturdy front teeth on the tongue licking up his palate. His mind certainly intended that, but….
“Haah….”
His tongue pressed against Ryu Taeha’s moved of its own accord. Beyond being dragged along as he pleased, it even went so far as to lick Ryu Taeha’s teeth first.
Has this body gone crazy?
Dawoon turned his head and clung to Ryu Taeha’s body, whimpering like a frantic animal. Even though they were already pressed together without gaps, unsatisfied, he gripped his hair and thrust his lower body forward.
It felt exactly like being a truck with the steering wheel ripped out, accelerating. Even though he wanted to stop, he absolutely couldn’t.
The corners of Ryu Taeha’s mouth, who hugged Dawoon as if to crush him, reached his ears. He seemed very excited at the thought of doing it with Jeong Dawoon after such a long time. That perverted bastard.
“Ha, hngh…!”
Dawoon’s pants slid down as he glared at Ryu Taeha. Dawoon couldn’t stop it and only panted. The deepening stimulation and the heavy pheromone scent surrounding his nose were enough to make even his mind hazy.
“Pretty Dawoon-ah.”
Ryu Taeha spread Dawoon’s thighs, positioned himself at their center, and smiled.
“If you’re upset, tell me. Don’t do things you don’t normally do.”
He lowered his upper body and whispered while burying his head in Dawoon’s perineum, which was rising with moist heat.
“I worry.”
“Ah, don’t, hnngh…!”
Before Dawoon could refuse, his fully exposed genitals entered the bastard’s mouth. After that, no more words to push him away came to mind.
Ryu Taeha buried his face between Dawoon’s thighs and skillfully sucked his cock. He rolled the testicles, already wet with the slick flowing from below, in his mouth like candy and sucked until his cheeks hollowed.
Dawoon, his mind gone blank, only let out strangely sobbing moans. The deeper Ryu Taeha’s head burrowed, the more Dawoon’s legs and waist twitched as if convulsing. Fine tremors even ran through his limp arms.
“Hnngh…!”
Honestly, it felt too good. His body, shocked by the excessive stimulation he was experiencing for the first time in his life, began to tremble.
What is this, what is this? Why is this happening? What the hell is this, what?!
Similar words endlessly circled inside him. Slurp, slurp, the explicit sounds of him sucking his wet lower parts made Dawoon even more dazed.
Though he wasn’t a virgin well past thirty, it was the first time his lower parts had been sucked.
He’d never wanted a lover to suck him either. He’d only thought it was one of those scenes that came out in porn. No, he hadn’t even thought about it.
“Ngh, ah…! Hngh!”
Dawoon had lived his whole life calmly, and because he was focused on work, romance was always secondary. Because of that, even in his mid-thirties, the relationships that had passed by could be counted on one hand. Even that number included romances from when he was called the Casanova of kindergarten’s Rose Class.
Having a dangerous job that dealt with life and death, he pursued peace rather than stimulation in his daily life. Though he had as much sexual desire as anyone, he was on the bland side.
“Hnngh, ah…!”
For Dawoon, who had lived a plain life like Pyongyang cold noodles, the stimulation Ryu Taeha gave was too excessive. So much so that even his rejection of him was pushed to the back of his consciousness.
Ryu Taeha, who gulped down the semen that gushed into his mouth, stretched out his long arm. While still holding the genitals in his mouth, he grabbed Dawoon’s hand, which had gone pale.
Why is his hand shaking? Is something else wrong? It was the moment he felt puzzled and intertwined his fingers with Dawoon’s trembling hand.
“Kugh….”
Red blood suddenly burst from Ryu Taeha’s mouth and nose.
Dawoon, who had been sprawled out half out of his mind from the afterglow of orgasm, jumped up in surprise.
“Why, what’s wrong?!”
He grabbed Ryu Taeha’s blood-stained face in panic. At the same time, thick clots of blood came pouring out of Ryu Taeha’s mouth.
Only then did Dawoon realize he wasn’t wearing gloves. He’d definitely been wearing them until he received Guiding, but he must have taken them off in his sleep.
“Ha….”
While Ryu Taeha spat out the blood remaining in his mouth and took short breaths, Dawoon immediately hid his hands and hurriedly searched for gloves. Watching this, Ryu Taeha chuckled.
“My goal is to die from excessive sex. But I didn’t know I’d achieve it today.”
“Wait a moment. I’ll quickly heal you.”
Dawoon hurriedly picked up the gloves that had fallen beside the pillow and put them on. Though he’d accidentally caused small wounds or bruises to others, this was the first time he’d caused pain severe enough to make someone vomit blood.
“Why are you so surprised? It can happen.”
Ryu Taeha, who had actually vomited blood, just smiled calmly. Still, seeing him rambling about dying from excessive sex, he didn’t seem completely out of it. Since he wasn’t a normal person to begin with.
“Let me see. Are you hurt anywhere else?”
Dawoon, with a worried expression, grabbed Ryu Taeha’s chin with his gloved hand. After turning his face this way and that to check for external injuries, he also examined his arms and legs.
“Did you only vomit blood? Can you see properly? How many is this?”
He thrust his index finger in front of Ryu Taeha’s eyes, where blood vessels had burst. Then Ryu Taeha tilted his head with a mischievous face and said, “Two?”
“Don’t joke around.”
Dawoon grabbed Ryu Taeha’s collar as a warning and calmly caught his breath. To heal him, he had to take off the gloves again. His fingertips trembled slightly with nervousness, worried he might hurt him again.
“Our Dawoon.”
Ryu Taeha, who grabbed Dawoon’s trembling hand, chuckled sincerely.
“You didn’t forget who I am, did you?”
“What?”
“I’m Ryu Taeha. The number 1 ranked Esper in the country.”
Dawoon frowned at the sudden childish self-boasting. Ryu Taeha didn’t back down and smiled even more deeply. He seemed to find Dawoon’s reaction amusing.
“Our Dawoon is B-rank with just one rare ability, so how much harm could you do to me? Right?”
It was a teasing tone, as if saying at most he’d just vomit a little blood. Dawoon felt offended by his cocky mockery, while also being somewhat persuaded.
Well, yeah. Since he was beyond S-rank, vomiting blood probably wouldn’t be a big deal. Still, it must have hurt….
Ryu Taeha lightly brushed off Dawoon’s worried gaze. Then he gently patted Dawoon’s still-trembling hand and naturally guided it to his lower body.
“Stop trembling and let’s finish what we were doing.”
Dawoon, who flinched at the feel of the bulge rising prominently in his pants, didn’t shake off his hand. Taking this as permission, Ryu Taeha tilted his head and tried to continue kissing again.
Until his lower body was firmly grabbed by Dawoon’s hand.
“Da, woon…?”
Dawoon gripped Ryu Taeha’s impressive lower parts as if to crush them and lowered his eyes. Thankfully, the bastard’s statement brought his escaped mind back to where it belonged.
“First of all, I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“Ugh, let’s talk with less strength. Hm? If it bursts, you’re the only one who loses.”
Ignoring Ryu Taeha’s words, he gripped his hard cock even tighter. Anyway, as the bastard said, since his body wouldn’t easily break, he felt less guilty.
“Don’t release your pheromones from now on. I’ll adapt to the medicine, so you don’t need to help.”
To take issue with him releasing pheromones on his own would be letting it go since he’d benefited from the side effects of the suppressants disappearing. Certainly, the moment Ryu Taeha backed off, the heat vanished.
Though he didn’t want to admit it… his pheromones had been helpful.
“Let’s both forget about today. And take care of this yourself.”
He finally drew the line and released the bastard’s lower parts he’d been gripping fiercely. Since he’d sucked his, he at least grabbed it once. This was being quite generous.
Dawoon roughly thought that and waved his hand dismissively. In a world overflowing with people obsessed with Ryu Taeha’s lower body, if he walked around like that, anyone would cling to him.
“How can you start and stop like this?”
“It’s happening right here. This won’t happen again.”
He pushed the dumbfounded Ryu Taeha’s back to drive him out of the bed. It was also embarrassing to keep facing the bastard, so he deliberately showed strong signs of fatigue.
“Let me sleep. I need to rest properly to work tomorrow.”
He first straightened his pants and rolled up the blanket stained with blood and semen, pushing it to the corner of the bed. Thinking he’d clean it up tomorrow since he was tired, he waited for Ryu Taeha to leave.
However, Ryu Taeha stubbornly wouldn’t leave the front of the bed. Only after Dawoon pointed at the door with his eyes did he tap his pants front, still viciously erect, and step away.
“Ah, then I should make a new partner too and roll around all night.”
It was welcome news to hear. Even more relieved, Dawoon stretched out both legs and lay down, preparing to sleep. Thanks to pouring out his energy, it seemed he’d fall asleep the moment he closed his eyes.
Ryu Taeha, who had been walking toward the door, turned around briefly. Faint irritation appeared in Dawoon’s eyes as he followed that figure. Just leave already, why are you stopping again?
“I was just saying. You know, right?”
Dawoon pretended not to hear and closed his eyes, turning to lie on his side to cut off conversation. As expected, the moment he closed his eyes, drowsiness swept over him.
If I sleep now, I’ll sleep like the dead. As he welcomed sleep happily and relaxed, a heavy jacket gently descended onto his body.
“Cover yourself. You’ll catch a cold.”
Dawoon opened just one eye slightly and glanced at his jacket that Ryu Taeha had covered him with using telekinesis. Since the bastard’s body ran cold, there was no warmth lingering on the clothes, but it was still better than nothing.
Just as Dawoon was about to close his eyes again, he belatedly discovered a doll sneakily tucked into the jacket sleeve and froze.
“…What’s this?”
A small doll had its round face completely sticking out from the end of the sleeve.
“It looked like you.”
Ryu Taeha, who had reached the door, answered slowly. Dawoon picked up the doll to look at it closely.
This looks like me?
The hair color was similar, but the face was completely different. It was closer to a pretty woman than a man, so he couldn’t relate to it even more.
“Take off its pants. It’s not wearing underwear.”
“……”
“You don’t wear it much either.”
Dawoon grabbed the doll like a baseball and returned it to Ryu Taeha just like that. Ryu Taeha caught the doll Dawoon threw with a smile and docilely sat it down on the floor.
“Throw it away if you don’t like it.”
Without a response, he looked at Dawoon’s back as he turned to lie down, then sluggishly left the room. Before closing the door, he told him to rest from work for a while, but there was no reaction.
I thought he’d be happy. Feeling puzzled, he glanced back to see Dawoon had already fallen asleep. Instead of the expected answer, all that came back was the steady breathing sounds.
Ryu Taeha listened to this carefully while leaning against the door for a moment.
