With just this one sentence, you could see Yeon Dogyeong’s condom-wrapped dick. Really, an easy man.
“If he says no, Team Leader Yeon won’t touch him either, so it’ll be fine.”
Han Jaejun said while tossing and turning. Kang Hyeonjoo, who had been recalling Yeon Dogyeong’s promiscuous sex life, turned over and spoke lightly.
“Surprisingly, Joo Seonghan-ssi might be the one to seduce him.”
“Wow, that’s seriously ridiculous.”
Han Jaejun said caustically. Kang Hyeonjoo, once again, offered no particular rebuttal and simply replied, “That’s true.” Having spent several days with Joo Seonghan while crossing the line between life and death, they had evaluated Joo Seonghan thusly: an excessively sincere person who was smart and quick to judge but awkward with human relationships. Not just sincere, but excessively sincere—there was no way he would seduce Yeon Dogyeong, a fellow man and comrade-in-arms, in an urgent situation where they were being chased by semi-humans.
“Then it should really be fine. Even if Team Leader makes a move, Joo Seonghan-ssi will reject him.”
“Yeah. I guess so… It should be fine…”
Han Jaejun’s voice slowed. That ability to sleep the moment his head touched anything, anywhere—it was truly enviable no matter when you saw it. *Snore*. Kang Hyeonjoo fell into a late sleep listening to Han Jaejun’s now-familiar snoring. Not knowing that their speculation had regrettably missed the mark.
(3)
Sex. Of course he enjoyed it. In reality, Yeon Dogyeong had a strong sex drive and was someone whose semen accumulated quickly. However, creating a promiscuous image within the Semi-Human Department and the research institute was deliberate. In order to move around freely.
Whatever his intentions, Yeon Dogyeong was remarkably good at selecting partners who wouldn’t cause trouble. People who had appropriate self-respect and wouldn’t cling, who were smart enough to recognize it wasn’t a deep relationship, who were faithful to their sexual desires and enjoyed the moment before moving on. He lured them in, and later, such people came to Yeon Dogyeong on their own. Those who approached him were the ones who needed no caution. Since they already knew how Yeon Dogyeong played and came anyway, they could spend even cleaner nights without any aftermath.
He kept his distance from partners who could become complicated from the start. Workplace superiors who might bring last night’s bed activities into official business and issue strange orders, direct subordinates and colleagues working nearby whom he’d inevitably have to see frequently, people with rock-bottom pride and self-esteem who had room to become obsessed, and so on. He could always tell at a glance. This one’s okay, that one’s not. But Joo Seonghan was somewhat confusing. Even understanding him wasn’t easy.
He had no interest in others, and of course, none in himself either. No, he *pretended* not to. He was suppressing something. He acted as if he would sink beneath the water and release his breath without regret, forcibly closed his ears while stealing glances, and resolutely showed none of the basic desires like the fact that it hurts so you should get treatment, that you need to rest and eat. And yet he was curious about useless things like Yeon Dogyeong’s sleep, and while trapped in nightmares, sweating coldly, he whispered to be saved.
It bothered him. But while testing the waters might be one thing, he had no intention of openly asking why he was like that. But when he came to his senses, he had already revealed all his curiosity about him. Asking why he didn’t believe Yeon Dogyeong would keep him safe, why he didn’t ask despite having many questions. Why on earth he put on that useless tough act.
After speaking, he thought *oops*. Looking down at Joo Seonghan’s face that was nothing but white under the light, he made the absurd self-rationalization that perhaps he felt reassured because this was a person who would lose his memories anyway. To such Yeon Dogyeong, Joo Seonghan hesitantly answered. That they had no obligation to protect him, and what was the point of asking when he’d forget everything anyway. That he’d never put on a tough act. Wondering if he was lying, Yeon Dogyeong looked into his eyes. He was sincere. He was sincerely saying such things.
What kind of life must one live to suppress oneself without awareness? Yes, he had no awareness. Not knowing what he wanted, not knowing what he hoped for, giving up before expecting anything, his eyes just rolling around blankly. An impulse arose. He wanted to break down the walls Joo Seonghan had unknowingly built and look inside, wanted to annoyingly poke at him and draw out his true nature. It was curiosity that went beyond observation. So he told him to do as he pleased. That the current reality was just a dream he’d forget anyway, so do as his heart desired. Then he abruptly asked. How old are you?
Was that all he was curious about? It felt like his emotions were twisting. And yet, it was interesting. It had been exceedingly long since he’d met an unpredictable person. Somehow his blood boiled, and every time he showed unexpected behavior, Yeon Dogyeong no longer wanted to pretend not to notice his hardening member.
Should I devour him or not? It wasn’t because he needed promiscuous rumors. It was a desire to glimpse his true feelings through raw sexual acts, an instinct to put him—the cause of his erection—in his mouth. But Joo Seonghan didn’t seem accustomed to men, and Yeon Dogyeong wasn’t an idiot who couldn’t control his sexual urges. So he was going to observe for now, but the situation once again flowed differently from Yeon Dogyeong’s expectations.
*Swish*. The hem of clothing swept the ground. As if startled by the sound, he stopped briefly before creeping closer. The black smell of the completely extinguished campfire brushed past his nose. When the smell grew thick, a shadow fell across his face. What touched his lips was probably fingers. An awkward trembling that didn’t know how careful to be or how much strength to apply tickled his lips.
How, should I do this? The fingers became two. The two spread fingers flowed from one end of Yeon Dogyeong’s lips to the other. And then, he felt breath. The deliberation continued. He couldn’t find a reason to hold back. *Tap*. He grabbed Joo Seonghan’s wrist. Yeon Dogyeong opened his closed eyes and grasped Joo Seonghan’s neck.
“…Gh, ngh…”
Joo Seonghan’s anxiously trembling eyes opened wide.
He suddenly woke from sleep. Whether he’d had a nightmare, Joo Seonghan let out rapid breaths, raised his body, and discovered Yeon Dogyeong sitting with his back against the solid rock wall, eyes closed. In the quiet, dark cave, he unknowingly gazed at him receiving faint light on one side of his face. Continuously, and then continuously again.
He merely looked at him, yet his complexly beating heart slowly found its own pace. His shoulders that had been heaving soundlessly without pause settled down, and the cold sweat on his forehead calmly evaporated, clearing his mind. Why was that? Joo Seonghan quietly raised his body.
He still didn’t know the reason. Moving his steps, Joo Seonghan added numbers to the reasons he’d previously counted for wanting to make a good impression on him and not wanting to be disliked—because he admired him, because he was his savior, because he seemed like a good person as a human being. Because he was a strong person Joo Seonghan could rely on in an unfamiliar place, because looking at him brought reassurance, because he showed interest in Joo Seonghan whom many others had abandoned.
‘……’
Because that person told him to do as his heart desired.
He was right there. Joo Seonghan, who had pressed his fingernail firmly into the flesh of his finger, knelt down beside him. It wasn’t that he crept up to do something bad to him. He just wanted to see him a little closer, wanted to feel a little more reassured beside him, so he came to him. But Joo Seonghan’s hand was already extending toward Yeon Dogyeong’s prettily closed lips. …Perhaps it wasn’t admiration. Joo Seonghan’s heart made a sound.
He thought he wanted to touch a man’s lips. He had never thought such a thing before. Even if he had, in the original world, he absolutely would not have touched them. But this wasn’t a place where the common sense Joo Seonghan knew applied, and this was a dream. And because he had said to do what he wanted to do…. Postponing the question of why he wanted to touch them, Joo Seonghan recited words of excuse while touching Yeon Dogyeong’s face, far too carefully to call it an impulse.
His reddish lips were soft and tender. It felt good. He wanted to keep touching them. When he came to his senses, he was leaning forward, toying with his lips with his fingers. Stop, he should stop now. The moment he thought that while looking at his lips placed right before his nose, he was caught by him. How many minutes had it taken to get from there to here?
“Does it feel bad?”
“Ngh…”
He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Yeon Dogyeong swallowed Joo Seonghan’s lips. Behind was the stone wall, in front was Yeon Dogyeong. Joo Seonghan squirmed his legs while presenting his member to Yeon Dogyeong, who sat facing him. Yeon Dogyeong, who had thrust his tongue deep inside his mouth and mixed their saliva wetly, raised his head with a *slurp*. The sound echoed in the cave, making his ears hot.
“I’m asking if it feels bad.”
He asked while shaking the member he was holding a bit faster. Joo Seonghan could do nothing but shake his head. Then Yeon Dogyeong tapped Joo Seonghan’s hand. Joo Seonghan’s hand, which had been gripping Yeon Dogyeong’s member with difficulty, *flinched*.
“If it doesn’t feel bad, you should say it feels good. I feel good when Joo Seonghan-ssi strokes me, so don’t stop your hand.”
“Yeon, Team…”
“Quickly.”
His eyes grew moist. Joo Seonghan rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrist and gripped Yeon Dogyeong’s member to shake it. That’s right. Leaving words of praise, he rubbed the tip of Joo Seonghan’s member with his fingers. *Haa*, he let out a moan and hung his head deeply.
“This won’t do. Come first.”
The image of Yeon Dogyeong using polite speech and plainly calling Joo Seonghan seemed like a dream. No, right now was the dream. It had to be a dream. Joo Seonghan gripped Yeon Dogyeong’s member tightly and buried his face in his shoulder. His body trembled so much he couldn’t put strength in his waist. *Thwap, thwap, thwap*. With the hand shaking Joo Seonghan’s member, his testicles that had emerged outside his pants swayed, and his toes curled roundly. As he writhed his body as if shuddering, Yeon Dogyeong wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled Joo Seonghan close.
“Come, quickly. Come and touch mine.”
Goosebumps rose up his spine at the breath that touched his ear. He shrank his neck and made a groaning sound. His urethral opening convulsed, followed by the thick smell of semen. *Haa, haa*… As he let out breaths after ejaculating, Yeon Dogyeong put his tongue in Joo Seonghan’s left ear.
“Nngh…!”
The neck he pulled back to escape was caught in an instant. Sticky semen was rubbed on his cheek. Yeon Dogyeong gripped Joo Seonghan’s face with both hands and licked and sucked his ear.
“Ha…! Team, Leader-nim…”
Semen leaked out *dribble* once more from his member that hadn’t even been touched. He gripped his wrist and shook his head. The tongue that had been making wet sounds slowly withdrew, and *whoosh*, cool air blew by his ear. Strength entered his waist.
