A trash game where the entire world seems hell-bent on screwing over the protagonist. I ended up trapped inside a game where the protagonist dies easier than a sunfish.
The problem is, I’m not inside the body of a supporting character or even an extra, but a terminally ill NPC. Forget reaching the ending—just to survive, I have to stick close by the protagonist’s side.
As a four-year veteran player of this game, humoring the protagonist is a piece of cake. To gain the sympathy of this righteous young master from an orthodox sect, I was more than willing to put on a weak, delicate act as much as it took.
But… did I act too well…?
‘Open your mouth. We must maintain skin-to-skin contact for the medicinal force to be transferred.’
The treatment method seems to have become… a bit too extreme.
A story of mutual misunderstanding between Dang Seo-gyeom, who unintentionally became a sickly bottom (soo), and Namgung Yoon, who is exhausted from endless regressions.
“You had better keep your eyes closed.”
A hand with thick, sturdy knuckles cupped the back of Seo-gyeom’s neck. Thinking that it was finally starting, Seo-gyeom consciously relaxed his body.
However, his body, which had been facing forward, was spun completely around. The moment his face was gently pulled in, something descended upon his lips.
What is this?
As he flinched and froze, a low voice seeped into his mind.
‘Open your mouth. We must maintain skin-to-skin contact for the medicinal force to be transferred.’
Although he hadn’t heard it through his ears, the precise meaning came through clearly. It was sound transmission—a technique only high-level masters could use. His lips parted on their own at the unfamiliar sensation.
At that, Namgung Yoon patted Seo-gyeom’s waist as if praising him for doing well. Above, a firm yet soft tip of a tongue was gently stroking the roof of his mouth.
Only then did Seo-gyeom understand what that “other method” actually was.
Fuck…
In trying to avoid sucking his fingers, he had stepped on a much bigger landmine.
‘No, wait. This is just treatment. It’s nothing more than treatment.’
He felt so wronged he could jump out of his skin, but Seo-gyeom desperately tried to soothe himself. If it was going to be equally embarrassing either way, it was better to go with the option that took less time.