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“Mm, hhh....”
Slurp... squelch... the messy wet sounds rang in Yohan’s ears, his face red hot. He wasn’t doing anything—just lying prone—but sweat beaded and dripped. His spread legs trembled, thighs quivering. Between his soft, round cheeks, a thick shaft was buried halfway.
Yohan clawed at the bed sheets. The awakened strength behind each thrust ripped several spots wide open, but he hardly noticed. No—he couldn’t.
“Ah, ah... hhhn...”
When Hyunmook pulled back, Yohan’s lower belly tensed hard; when he pushed back in, his rear shivered uncontrollably. Even though it was only the second time, the sensation of his insides being pried open by another man’s flesh would never become familiar.
Hyunmook pressed kisses against the flushed shell of his ear as he sank deeper. The head spread tender, slick walls, pushing endlessly forward. At least, that’s how it felt to Yohan.
“Too, too deep, ahhh...!”
Hyunmook had driven in past halfway when he froze at those words. Still kissing his ear, he slowly withdrew and asked,
“Deep, huh? ...Then should I stop at half?”
Whimpering, eyes squeezed shut with tears at the corners, Yohan hesitated. His lower belly was drenched—first he’d thought he’d leaked urine when pressure pressed against his bladder, but he knew better now. In the end he shook his head.
“No...”
“No, Yohan?”
“D-deep... I l-like it deep... ahh!”
The thick, weighty length drove back in, and Yohan cried out. Hyunmook’s lips grazed his ear as he murmured,
“Good. Truth is, I like going deep too.”
“...! Nghhh...!”
Again that lightning pleasure shot up his spine to the crown of his head. His loins melted, body overheating, mind turning hazy. Another sudden climax wracked him, his legs kicking as he shredded the sheets with his grip. His walls clenched down hard, wringing Hyunmook, who let slip a quiet groan.
“Hhhu, I-I...”
“You?”
This climax dragged long, leaving Yohan panting. It felt so good he wanted to run away. Sensing it, Hyunmook crushed him close, holding him tight.
“My... power, i-if I... use it... nghhh...”
Listening to his tearful mumbling, Hyunmook chuckled, swallowing down the urge to devour him completely, sucking gently on his ripened cheek instead. Yohan could only cry in helpless little sobs, baffled at how exhausted ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) he was despite doing nothing at all.
“My cheeky, cute little Yangyang.”
Eyes misty, Yohan glared half-heartedly. Hyunmook grinned.
“Want me to go faster?”
“Mm, hhh... yes....”
Yohan nodded. More than the difficulty, it was the drawn-out pace that left him aching with impatience. Hyunmook kissed his cheek once more, then drove harder, hips slapping audibly at last.
“Ah!”
Yohan’s legs kicked in the air before curling tight. Hyunmook pounded in with sharp thrusts, and Yohan’s moans rose sweetly.
“...Ahhh!”
After quick shallow movements, Hyunmook suddenly speared deep with one solid push. Thanks to careful preparation and an hour of slow rhythm, it didn’t hurt, but his muscles clenched tight around him. The huge length dragged back out with a wet squelch, making Yohan’s head snap up as sparks burst behind his eyes.
“Hhhhhnn, ahh...!”
Pressing him down, Hyunmook thrust back in, this time quick and deep, then slow pulling back. Over and over. Yohan’s body convulsed, unable to cope. Hyunmook’s gaze roamed over the line of his spine, the shifting muscles down to his trembling rear, full of lust. The realization that he was desiring like any human thrilled him.
“Ah, ah, ahhh...!”
Squelch, squelch—filthy sounds filled the room as he stirred his lover mercilessly, burying his veined cock again and again. Though yearning to sink in further, to take all of him completely, Hyunmook restrained himself, indulging instead in devouring his body patiently.
“...Feels good, Yohan?”
He asked with a grin, the broken sobs spilling from Yohan’s throat sweet to his ears. Everything was sweet—his faint purification aura leaking uncontrolled, his writhing body overwhelmed by pleasure, his untrained walls clenching desperately. Hyunmook forced himself deeper, stretching him regardless.
“I love you, Yohan....”
Turning his younger lover’s body onto its side, Hyunmook ravished him without a shred of guilt—such things had been abandoned in the Abyss. He kissed Yohan constantly, helping him breathe through the uneven gasps. He sucked away saliva and licked the tears streaking his cheeks.
“I love you....”
He repeated the words while grinding into the spots that made Yohan wail.
Those three simple syllables carried a heavy weight. Hyunmook cherished his lover more than anything—his only light, his salvation, his dearest. He could even accept falling into the Abyss again, so long as they were together. Of course, he would never allow that to happen.
It wasn’t a confession seeking a reply, so Hyunmook simply focused on wringing his lover until he sobbed out another climax, clinging desperately. At last Yohan managed to gasp through tears,
“Me... too....”
Hyunmook paused, smiling, and pressed a kiss to his precious lover’s lips.
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The next morning, awakened by the sounds from the kitchen, Yohan smiled drowsily.
‘Heheh... that was so good.’
The body of an Awakener had extraordinary regeneration—after a night of melted bones and flesh, all that remained in the morning was a pleasant afterglow. Lounging on the soft bed, recalling last night, he checked the clock and slowly got up, feet slipping into slippers as he padded out.
“Mmm, smells amazing.”
Drawn by the aroma, he peeked into the kitchen. On the stove, a pot of seafood sundubu jjigae bubbled, rich and steaming. Hyunmook cracked four eggs into it.
“You cooked this yourself?”
Puzzled, Yohan tried to recall if they’d bought seafood yesterday. Smiling, Hyunmook explained,
“I just reheated what Seungryong gave us. Last night’s dinner wasn’t so good—so breakfast should be hearty.”
“Looks delicious...”
Knowing Seungryong’s skill well, Yohan gulped at the spicy scent. Opening the fridge to set the table, he found containers of side dishes packed full. Kimchi, various banchan—he laid them out with utensils. When the eggs reached soft half-done, the stew was ready.
Yohan eagerly ate two full bowls of rice. After getting ready for work, with time to spare, he unpacked his survival bag and fiddled with the gear. Hyunmook came up beside him. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
“So diligent, my little sheep.”
Grinning, Yohan inspected the contents—wires, lamps, high-calorie rations, medicine. The bulk was bottled water. Unless accompanied by an Awakener who could control water or ice, it was indispensable, the most vital resource. Rift water, no matter how filtered, was useless.
“What’s this for...?”
From the emergency kit, Yohan pulled out a strip of sticky, elastic transparent tape. At first glance he’d mistaken it for bandages, but it was tacky, resilient, practically unbreakable. Flipping through the manual in confusion, Hyunmook explained.
