Elian reached out without hesitation. His warm fingertips landed on Calix’s firm chest. His hand traced over the shirt, undoing the buttons, slipping between them to caress bare skin.
“Ngh….”
A low groan escaped Calix’s lips. Emboldened by that reaction, Elian moved more boldly. He dragged his palm down over the well-defined pectorals, sliding his fingers along the grooves of the taut abdomen.
Wherever he touched, heat bloomed. Calix’s body was growing warmer by the moment. The agonizing cold from the Mana overload had faded entirely, and in its place, wherever Elian’s palm made contact, it was as though flowers of heat were blossoming.
Ding!
[Contact detected: +50 BP]
[+50 BP… +50 BP… +50 BP….]
The sound of points accumulating rang out. But something was strange. Normally he’d have been busy running calculations in his head — yet right now, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man in front of him.
Elian leaned in carefully and met Calix’s gaze. Those eyes looked like they wanted something more. Unable to hold back, he pressed his lips to Calix’s full mouth. A soft, wet kiss. Their lips parted, and for a brief moment they savored each other’s tongue tips gently — before their tongues tangled roughly and they shared each other’s breath.
“Ha, hng… Your Grace.”
The more breathless he became, the more a tingling pull tugged at his lower belly.
What is this… is he holding back?
Elian suddenly felt a sense of wrongness. Calix hadn’t moved at all. Even when Elian bit at his neck and pressed kisses to his skin, Calix did nothing but clench his fists and exhale in ragged breaths. Like a man being tortured. Like someone forcing themselves to surrender their body.
…He doesn’t really want this, but he’s enduring it for my sake.
Something stung in Elian’s chest. Calix was only lending his body because Elian needed it — he didn’t seem to be enjoying the situation at all. It was possible his feelings had shifted after being rejected at the hot spring. He had clearly been avoiding Elian ever since then.
But he couldn’t stop. The urge to touch this man’s body had paralyzed his reason far more than any obsession over filling his point quota.
Elian’s hand moved lower. The front of Calix’s trousers was straining like it was about to burst. An enormous outline pressed starkly against the taut fabric.
…He’s completely hard. So he doesn’t dislike it entirely….
Elian swallowed involuntarily. The System’s guidelines he had seen early on after possessing this body flickered through his mind.
[Semen ingestion: 10,000 BP]
Ten thousand points. The description had said direct ingestion of bodily fluids was the most efficient method. He felt a little sorry for Calix, but this was a golden opportunity to test it. Elian’s eyes gleamed with hunger and curiosity. He moved his hand toward the waistband.
At that moment, the System window floating in the air flickered.
[System: Currently recording the situation in ‘live streaming’ mode.]
…Wait.
Elian’s hand hesitated.
They’re watching all of this?
No matter how much of an attention-seeker he was, he couldn’t broadcast his man’s — no, his partner’s most intimate moments to the entire universe. This went beyond privacy. It was a matter of basic decency. Elian whispered quietly into the air.
“My apologies, ladies. What comes next is private. Got to protect Calix.”
[System: ??? Wait, my Lord?! Hold on! Why is the screen going dark!]
[System: Hey! Elian!!!]
Elian boldly switched the System’s ‘camera mode’ to OFF. But there was something Elian didn’t know. The screen had gone dark — but the ‘speaker’ was still on. While Elian sat back thinking he’d handled the settings properly, they were screaming with even greater outrage on the other end.
[System: (screaming) It’s even worse only being able to hear it!!!]
Unaware of the System’s anguished cries, Elian turned his attention back to Calix.
“Elian…?”
Calix called his name, sounding puzzled. Instead of answering, Elian simply smiled and undid Calix’s waistband. The moment he pulled down the front of the trousers and the underwear along with them —
Thwap—!
“Ugh!”
Calix’s freed length sprang up and smacked Elian across the cheek. Elian blinked at the stinging pain.
Before his eyes rose a massive column the size of a large water bottle. The deep-red, swollen head was the size of a large tangerine, and blue veins coiled and pulsed along the shaft. Already unable to contain his arousal, transparent pre-cum was dripping freely from the slit at the tip.
And that fluid had already smeared onto the corner of Elian’s mouth when it struck his cheek. A raw, thick scent. As if in a trance, Elian extended his tongue and licked the fluid from the corner of his lips.
[Ding! High-density Mana fluid ingested: +500 BP]
Five hundred points from a single drop. Elian’s eyes went wide. He stared at Calix’s length with both eyes open wide. Like a castaway who had just spotted an oasis in the middle of a desert.
Calix felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze. The look in Elian’s eyes as he stared at him was… wrong. Not adoration or embarrassment — but a kind of madness, as though he intended to devour something whole.
“You, you can’t possibly be—”
Calix instinctively tried to pull back. But Elian was faster. He snatched both of Calix’s wrists and shoved them firmly up above his head.
“Ngh!”
“Stay still.”
Elian straddled Calix and looked down at him with a low growl.
“Don’t lower these arms. Not once. I’m the one who bound them.”
“…Elian.”
“Listen carefully. If you resist or move, I’ll take it to mean you don’t want this — and I will never do anything like this again.”
What Elian meant was: move if you don’t want it. But Calix interpreted it differently. Never again. To him, that was the most terrifying threat imaginable. Calix bit his lip and gave a small nod. If Elian wanted it — even if his arms broke, he would not lower them.
Elian smiled in satisfaction and settled himself between Calix’s legs. He reached out and gripped the length radiating waves of heat. Despite having notably large hands, he couldn’t wrap one hand around it fully — the weight and girth were that substantial. Elian moved his hand up and down, stroking along the shaft.
“…Ngh!”
Calix’s hips lurched upward. Elian rubbed his thumb over the tip and squeezed the shaft firmly, delivering deliberate stimulation.
[+50 BP… +50 BP….]
The points were accumulating, but they were nothing more than basic contact points.
And more to the point — this man showed no sign of climaxing. Calix was biting his lip hard enough to split it, suppressing every sound. His length was hard enough to burst, yet he was clearly fighting to hold back his release.
His hands won’t do it.
Elian made his decision.
To hell with it.
He lowered his upper body and pressed his lips to the flushed, heated tip.
“Eli—!”
The moment hot breath touched that exquisitely sensitive spot, Calix’s body shuddered. Elian sharpened the tip of his tongue and pressed it into the slit, as though intent on working his way inside.
“Ngh! You can’t — not there—!”
Elian ignored Calix’s broken sounds and opened his mouth wide, taking the head inside. The size filled his mouth completely and his jaw ached with the strain. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard on the head with strong, steady pressure, while his tongue worked ceaselessly along the underside of the shaft.
Wet, slick sounds.
The obscene noise echoed through the greenhouse.
“Ngh, ugh…!”
A small surge. A gush of clear fluid erupted with a faint release. Elian swallowed it without hesitation.
[+1,000 BP]
It wasn’t a full climax, so the points were modest. When Elian lifted his lips away, Calix cried out with wide, horrified eyes.
“Wh-why did you — spit it out, spit it out right now! That’s disgusting, what are you—!”
Calix seemed genuinely shocked that Elian had swallowed his fluid. But Elian just wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth with a finger, sucked it clean, and let his eyes gleam.
“It tastes good.”
Bitter and raw. But the points taste wonderful. A thousand points. Why on earth would I spit out something this valuable?
“Your Grace, you haven’t finished properly yet, have you?”
Elian’s eyes were hazy and unfocused. Whether it was the points that had him intoxicated or the arousal, it was impossible to say. He licked his lips and looked up at Calix.
“Come in my mouth. All of it.”
“What…?”
Calix’s expression visibly stiffened, but Elian didn’t wait for an answer and buried his head back down again. This time, it wasn’t just the head — he seemed intent on taking the entire shaft.
“Ugh!”
“Ngh—!”
Tears pricked his eyes at the painful pressure against the back of his throat. But Elian didn’t stop, opening his throat to take the massive length deep inside. The sensation of being filled to the esophagus. His mouth felt like it might split — but he wanted to see this man come undone.
“Ngh…! Ugh, hnn…!”
The muscles of Calix’s thighs went taut, near to bursting. He kept his arms raised where Elian had pinned them, trembling violently, suppressing every urge to press down on Elian’s head.
It was too hot inside. The tight, slick throat gripped him and refused to let go. From Calix’s lips tore a suppressed moan unlike anything he had ever allowed himself before.
“Hah, ngh… ha…. E-Elian….”
Restrained, which made it all the more obscene and dangerous. Hearing that sound, Elian felt his own length twitch in response. The front of his trousers was growing damp. He truly could not stop. Deeper. More.
Wet, slick, deep sounds.
Every time Elian sucked with a deep, rolling pull of his throat, Calix’s hips bucked. The urge to release was welling up right to the brim. He wanted desperately to spend deep inside that mouth. But Calix held on with everything he had.
No. I can’t. Not inside this person’s mouth… not my filthy—
He bit into his lip until it nearly bled, holding back his release. His entire body was flushed red, and the veins in his neck stood out like they might rupture. He had reached his limit.
In that moment, Elian pulled away. A long, glistening thread of saliva and fluid stretched between them. Elian crawled back up to Calix, cheeks flushed deeply. With tear-wet eyes, he pressed a soft, brief kiss to Calix’s lips.
Then, breathless without even realizing it, he whispered against Calix’s ear.
“Hah… Calix.”
“…!”
“Hyung’s tired. My mouth is killing me.”
Elian whined — but his voice carried a strangely honeyed, sticky quality as he pleaded.
“Can’t you just let go for me?”
Snap.
Calix’s eyes went wide — then immediately scrunched hard, brows drawn together. The thread of reason in his mind was snapping. Arousal ready to detonate.
“Ngh…!”
Spurt — spurt, spurt—!
The pent-up release burst out in long, arcing streaks. It splattered up to Elian’s chest and the nape of his neck, hot and viscous fluid scattered across his skin.
“Ha, ngh…!”
Calix arched his head back and was swallowed by his climax. An intensity of pleasure he had never once known in his life. Elian dragged his finger through the release that had landed on his neck and licked it clean.
“Really… you never listen.”
The words were a grumble, but his lips were curved in a smile. Elian moved back down and lapped up the remaining fluid from Calix’s still-twitching length with his tongue. Every last drop from the shaft, not leaving a single trace.
Slick… hah. That was a fine meal.
[+10,000 BP]
Each time Elian licked up the hypersensitive, post-climax length, Calix’s hips snapped upward — but Elian paid it no mind. He simply looked at the now-clean length with a satisfied smile. His expression was bright and unbothered, as though the matter had been fully handled.
“Thank you, Your Grace. That wasn’t entirely unpleasant for you, was it?”
Elian straightened his clothes as though nothing had happened and turned away. It was because he didn’t want Calix to see his own fully erect length — hard and straining despite having received no direct stimulation while tending to Calix.
The look in Calix’s eyes as he watched that retreating figure was murky. He felt like he was losing his mind. He wanted to throw that man down on a bed right now and take him like a beast. He was going mad with the urge to devour those lips that smiled after swallowing his release, to bury himself inside that body and carve his mark there. But Calix pulled his collar closed with trembling hands.
I have to hold back.
Elian had simply been running an experiment using him. If Calix moved on him now, he might run away again. Calix clenched his fist. His nails dug into his palm, but he felt no pain.
I’ll wait. Until you give yourself to me completely. I want to touch you, taste you, bury myself inside you until I lose my mind — but I will never force you.
“…Yes.”
Calix answered in a fractured voice.
“Thanks to you… I think I’ll live.”
If it’s what you want — you can use me as much as you like.
Neither knowing the other’s true feelings, the night of misunderstandings deepened.
