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The last thing Kim Dokja remembered was feeling smug as his personal skill nullified the perverted skill of the demons they fought.
Yoo Joonghyuk, Jung Heewon and himself had met up to fight some demons just outside of paradise. He went as a favor (and maybe an apology too) for the Judge of Evil, and of course the grumpy protagonist tagged along without a word. The reader suspected he was only in for the rewards.
Eranox and Voxovan, they were minor lust demons. Usually such demons were under the rule of the demon king Asmodeus, but it seems that they've been cast out for some reason or another. Either way, they were quite obnoxious, with their 5th and 6th level ratings in Dark Castle they were causing quite the ruckus.
Going into the fight, he vaguely knew what kind of skills the demons would have. His thoughts were proven right when Eranox had prepared to use a skill against Jung Heewon, and he jumped in the way to take the hit.
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' has completely nullified the effects of the skill 'Wave of Lust Lv. 8'!]
For just a brief moment before his skill activated, Kim Dokja felt a heat pass over him. It tried to stir up his arousal, but was stopped short by the wall protecting him. Upon realizing the skill was ineffective against him, the demons had both become aggravated. He deflected the skill a few more times, relishing the frustration of his opponents.
And then things went wrong somehow.
Voxovan had given up on targeting Jung Heewon, instead leaping past the swordswoman and aiming straight for the smug reader. Kim Dokja didn't flinch at all, feeling confident.
[5th level minor lust demon, Voxovan, has used the skill 'Soma Erotica Lv. 7'!]
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' trembles under the pressure!]
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' has failed to block the skill 'Soma Erotica Lv. 7'!]
And that was when Kim Dokja blacked out. The next thing he knew, there were rough hands on his shoulders trying to roll him over.
"A-ah," he winced at the contact, shrugging it off as he flopped onto the grass. What happened..?
[6th level minor lust demon, Eranox, has been defeated.]
[Main contributors: Yoo Joonghyuk, Jung Heewon, Kim Dokja.]
[5th level minor lust demon, Voxovan, has been defeated.]
[Main contributors: Kim Dokja, Jung Heewon.]
The battle seemed to wrap up smoothly, but something was wrong. Kim Dokja felt suffocated in his clothes, every individual blade of grass scratching against the bare skin of his face. He remembered the brief feeling of the 'Wave of Lust' skill, and a bad taste settled in his mouth.
"Kim Dokja." He finally opened his eyes, meeting the dark gaze of Yoo Joonghyuk. What was his problem?
[Personal skill 'Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Lv. 2' is unable to be activated.]
Damn. Behind the protagonist, Jung Heewon rushed over with a worried look.
"Dokja-ssi, are you okay?!" She knelt down and reached out her hand. Surprisingly, she was grabbed before she could touch him. Yoo Joonghyuk frowned.
"Something's wrong. What were you hit by?"
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' is shaking due to the effects of 'Soma Erotica Lv 7'.]
"Uhh.." He groaned, the system messages making no sense to him. He could smell the blood of the battlefield penetrating his senses, the warmth emanating off the two people that knelt beside him started to make him overheated. He swallowed thickly as he squeezed his eyes shut, a pathetic whimper leaving him.
The other two shared a few words, and then strong arms slipped under his body and lifted him with ease. Kim Dokja instinctively reached out, gripping the rough fabric of a coat as he was carried away. This position did nothing to help him, causing an unwanted desire to flare up and burn his body.
"Joonghyuk," he breathed, hiding his face with an arm. The protagonist tried his best to not jostle him, Jung Heewon speaking up somewhere beside him.
"It's okay, Dokja-ssi. We'll take you back to paradise.." Her voice was quite comforting.
Kim Dokja spent the rest of his composure on not making things awkward.
An agonizing hour later, Yoo Joonghyuk was pushing open the door of an empty cabin close to the outskirts of town. The tap of his boots on the floorboards snapped Kim Dokja out of his concentration, the sudden realization of being alone with the protagonist slamming into his consciousness.
He shivered as all the overwhelming sensations came back in full, the strong arms holding him up feeling both constrictive and impossibly good. The arousal building up inside was not helped when the regressor placed him onto a bed.
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' keens.]
Oh, shut up. Instead of voicing his annoyance, Kim Dokja let out an embarrassing moan.
Yoo Joonghyuk froze, hands raised over his body in uncertainty. The reader slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes going wide as he stared up at the confused man.
"Kim Dokja..?" Scarred hands dropped from where they hovered, brushing minimally against Kim Dokja. Even such a light touch sent electricity through his body, and he suppressed the urge to moan again.
"Joonghyuk," he gasped, the subconscious squeeze of his thighs feeding the tightness in his lower half. He pointedly tried to ignore his erection, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see the reactions of the protagonist.
The bed creaked and the heat beside him disappeared, heavy steps leading out of the room. Kim Dokja choked back his voice when a hand made its way lower, massaging the painful bulge trapped by his pants. He breathed out lightly, a quiet hum of pleasure escaping as he rocked his hips gently.
"A-ah," Kim Dokja arched his back, thighs squeezing as he palmed himself through the fabric. A shaky moan escaped him when he came, wet heat soaking through.
Without warning, a cold cloth was thrown over his face. "Ack..!"
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' has recovered slightly.]
"Get a hold of yourself," Yoo Joonghyuk growled. Kim Dokja whimpered at the dampness seeping into his skin and cooling him down. There was shuffling in the room, and something light was dropped onto his chest.
"Change your clothes and clean up," Yoo Joonghyuk muttered. "I'm going to find Lee Seolhwa."
The door slammed shut and the regressor fled the cabin. He laid there for while, wondering if he should just suffocate himself with the wet rag.
[Constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' is embarrassed for you.]
Thanks, not enough to sponsor coins? Kim Dokja groaned as he sat up, snatching the cloth with his dirtied hand and wiping it off. He undressed immediately, tossing his soiled bottoms towards the corner of the room, glaring at the pile of cloth like it personally offended him. Quickly cleaning himself up, he dragged on the simple cotton pants that had been thrown at him, struggling with the pleasant texture of the clothes.
He shed his jacket as he heard movement downstairs, unbuttoning his shirt as the door was opened. Lee Seolhwa's critical gaze looked him up and down, and her beautiful face morphed into a frown.
"He looks fine," she turned to Yoo Joonghyuk, who stared at the reader with a frown of his own.
"I am fine," Kim Dokja's voice wavered. As he pulled the cotton shirt over his head, the system decided to prove him wrong.
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' flinches under the effects of the skill 'Soma Erotica Lv. 7'!]
Just his luck. He groaned at the soft feeling of the fabric dragging over his skin, arousal trying to creep its way back through his body.
Lee Seolhwa raised an eyebrow at him and stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
[Character Lee Seolhwa has used the skill 'Status Detection' on you.]
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' has given limited access to the skill 'Status Detection' due to your current state.]
Well, that makes things easier for him. It'd be a shame if it zapped someone trying to help him again.
[Skill 'Status Detection' searches your being.]
[The effects of the skill 'Soma Erotica Lv. 7' have been detected!]
Kim Dokja looked away at that, the doctor's eyes widening as she removed her hand from him immediately.
"Well.." She seemed at a loss for words, and the tired man groaned as he lifted the blanket off the bed.
"I just need to sleep it off," He muttered, burrowing under the covers and trying to hide his embarrassment.
"What is it?" Yoo Joonghyuk spoke, ignoring the lump of reader and turning to the doctor. Lee Seolhwa looked between the men before sighing.
"He has been affected by 'Soma Erotica'," She started, continuing as the regressor's brow furrowed. "What I can tell is that it heightens the affected person's senses to raise their arousal. It is likely used to weaken the user's victim.." Her expression darkened, firm voice carrying the part she left out. Kim Dokja thinks he should be lucky he wasn't fighting alone.
Yoo Joonghyuk hummed in thought. "It'll go away on its own, then?"
"About that," Lee Seolhwa hesitated. "I.. can't tell. It is possible, but it isn't guaranteed." The protagonist frowned.
"Is there a cure, then?" The doctor cleared her throat, maintaining her professional composure impressively well.
"There is. The effect of the skill is perverse, so the way to resolve it is to feed it." Kim Dokja twitched, sitting up immediately and staring at the pale woman with a look of disbelief.
"In other words, he should achieve an orgasm multiple times to relieve it." She concluded. He should've suffocated himself earlier. "It is lucky your lover is here..." She murmured.
"..Lover?" Yoo Joonghyuk interjected, his frown deepening and an unknown look in his eyes.
Lee Seolhwa looked between the two men, realization dawning on her face.
"Oh. I'm so sorry," she bowed apologetically. "Was I mistaken about your relationship? Aren't you companions?"
"We are." The regressor said in a matter-of-fact way, not helping her misunderstanding at all. His expression seemed to say the opposite.
"We aren't-" They were cut off by loud clattering downstairs, the sound of many people rushing through the cabin. Kim Dokja suppressed a groan when his group pushed through the open doorway.
"Hyung!" "Ahjussi!" The kids cried as they pounced at his bedside, struggling between fighting each other and worrying over their guardian.
"Dokja-ssi, is everything okay?!" Yoo Sangah squeezed her hands in worry, the rest of his companions crowding into the room.
"Don't worry, he is fine." Lee Seolhwa saved his skin with her smooth voice commanding the group to relax.
Lee Gilyoung looked him up and down, frowning with concern. "You don't look fine."
He smiled gently at the child, patting his head reassuringly. "I am just tired, please don't worry."
"That's a relief," Lee Jihye sighed. "Unnie made it sound like you were dying."
Jung Heewon blushed slightly. She didn't get to refute the teenager as Lee Hyunsung bowed deeply.
"I am so sorry, I should've gone with you!" He sobbed apologetically, and Kim Dokja couldn't help the laugh that escaped him.
"It isn't your fault, Hyunsung-ssi. It's okay," he ignored the itchy feeling squirming under his skin, trying his best to keep to himself. It didn't help his companions were very touchy-feely people.
The concern of his companions was interrupted by the voice of Yoo Mia. "Oppa, are you taking care of him?"
Kim Dokja looked to his side when he noticed Yoo Joonghyuk was no longer standing near the doctor. He had his arms folded over his chest as he sat on a chair at the bedside. Where did that come from?!
"Yes. Please stay with the others for now," his gruff voice forced the reader to hold back a shiver. Yoo Sangah relaxed immediately.
"I'll watch over her for you," she spoked softly to the regressor. "I trust you to take care of Dokja-ssi." Her bright expression helped to calm the others who still had doubts.
Lee Jihye snickered, and Kim Dokja felt cold. "Master will take very good care of ahjussi."
Heads turned to Lee Seolhwa when she clapped her hands together. "Everyone, he needs his rest. He is in good hands."
The doctor hushed the various protests as she ushered them out of the room, all of them giving well wishes to their "sick" leader. She gave one last glance to the men inside, lips quivering with a question she ultimately didn't voice as she left the room.
The door closed with a gentle click as Lee Seolhwa left them alone. The two companions sat in silence listening as the doctor's footsteps grew distant before disappearing completely with the sound of the downstairs door shutting. Kim Dokja could feel his heart pounding, and he pushed the oppressive blanket off his heated body.
"You.. you can leave," he mumbled, not looking at the regressor who watched his lightly-clothed body move. It had only been a few minutes since everyone left and he was already covered in a layer of sweat. Yoo Joonghyuk took one glance lower, and he was sure of his choice.
"You are my companion." He stated, Kim Dokja's head shooting up as he stared in bewilderment. "I won't let you suffer."
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' trembles!]
Kim Dokja's head felt like it was going to explode, all his senses working overtime and reminding him of when he used Shin Yoosung's skills. Yoo Joonghyuk climbed onto the bed at his silence, nudging between his legs as he hovered over the flustered man.
"Kim Dokja, what do you want me to do?" His voice was impossibly smooth, calming Kim Dokja enough to think. The temperamental regressor was being gentle and offering his help, in a moment such as this the best course of action would be to accept it.
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' is weakened by the effects of the skill 'Soma Erotica Lv. 7'!]
Kim Dokja used the last of his coherence to glare at the blue screen shaking in his peripheral, shivering as a wave of pleasure rushed through his body at the sensations around him. The sheets of the bed rubbed along his exposed skin, combining with the warmth emanating from the body inches above his own. He shifted slightly and his feet tangled in the soft blanket, amplifying the pleasure already coursing through him.
"Touch me," Kim Dokja breathed, shamelessly looking Yoo Joonghyuk up and down. This damn protagonist just gets to look so good, it was quite infuriating. A scarred hand reached up to touch his face, curling around his cheek and thumbing at his bottom lip. Boldly, Kim Dokja sucked the digit into his mouth, relishing the feeling of his tongue sliding across the rough pad and grazing the blunt nail.
Yoo Joonghyuk pressed down on the wet muscle, watching as Kim Dokja opened his mouth, tongue hanging out in a lewd manner. A Mischievous smirk appeared on the regressor's face and his eyes darkened with lust. He removed his thumb and instead leaned down, grabbing the other man's tongue between his teeth and tugging.
"Juh-huh," his tongue wiggled as he tried to say something, his half-lidded eyes speaking for him instead. Yoo Joonghyuk let go, plunging his own tongue into Kim Dokja's mouth, licking at his palate and feeling the vibrations of a moan. His heavy body pressed down against the smaller man's own, the pressure dragging more moans out of him.
Kim Dokja continuously let out perverted noises, encouraging every touch that was made. Rough hands roamed down his body, stroking his waist before sliding up his loose cotton shirt. They parted briefly to pull off his shirt, and the reader eagerly connected their lips once more. Yoo Joonghyuk ran his hands across his companion's torso, tracing the shape of muscles as he felt up the flat chest. He moaned blissfully at the touch rubbing over his perky nipples, teasing them with skill. His hips twitched upwards, begging for more.
Yoo Joonghyuk shoved his hand into the prophet's pants while they kissed sloppily, tongues sliding together delightfully. Kim Dokja mouthed against him, moaning at the contact on his dick. He was given a few rough pumps, and then the hand trailed lower and rubbed against his wet entrance.
"Already excited?" The regressor growled as he thrust one finger in, marveling at the ease with which it slid. Kim Dokja moaned and raised his hips, grinding against the man above him and giving more ragged breaths.
The kiss broke with a wet pop and a string of saliva stretched from Yoo Joonghyuk's tongue, the reader watching it with a lustful haze. He smirked at the whine when his finger slipped out of his wetness, Kim Dokja gasping as he was stripped completely. Without warning, Yoo Joonghyuk plunged two fingers into his hole, watching the slick squirt out onto his hand. He admired the flushed body that writhed at his tightness suddenly getting stretched, moans spilling out. Kim Dokja squirmed against the sheets, pleasuring himself on the fabric and the digits inside. Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down to kiss him again as he slowly pressed his fingers in, massaging the tense muscles so they relaxed enough for him to spread his fingers.
He picked up the pace, stretching them with every thrust in. He had added three fingers, sliding them against the wet warmth as he thought about adding a fourth. Before he could fully decide, he pressed in deep and caused Kim Dokja to jolt.
"Mmm-agh!" He moaned out, turning his head from the sloppy make-out, grinding his hips against the fingers inside him. Yoo Joonghyuk pressed down, his bulge rubbing against the neglected cock twitching below him. He pressed his lips against Kim Dokja's exposed neck, licking and biting the bare skin and enjoying himself with the resulting whimpers and moans.
A lewd cry came from Kim Dokja as his hips stilled, slick spurting from him as he squeezed around the fingers thrusting into him, his cum seeping into the regressor's clothes. He pulled away completely, ignoring the whine that tried to chase his fingers. Looking down at the white stains on his front made him grimace, but he was pulled quickly out of his thoughts at the legs that rubbed against him. Kim Dokja was still shifting about, feeling the sheets as he continued to ride his high... The one that didn't seem willing to disappear.
Yoo Joonghyuk realized now that there was no going back, Kim Dokja fully in the throes of lust as he looked up dazedly with only pleasure on his mind. He licked his lips as he leaned back, hands sliding to his belt. He slowly undid the buckle, keeping his eyes on the man who watched him hungrily. He had barely pushed his pants down before Kim Dokja pounced, springing up and shoving the regressor onto the bed.
"How eager," his eyes flashed as the reader looked down at him with an excitingly hot gaze. He leaned forward, one hand guiding the huge dick and his other splayed on the firm chest. Kim Dokja gave him a few sloppy jerks before pressing his slick-coated entrance against the leaking tip. There was no further warning for him slamming his hips down, a strangled gasp escaping him as he was filled to the brim with the thick length.
"Hey, easy.." Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes widened with concern, but he was silenced immediately with the look he was given.
"S'okay," Kim Dokja slurred with pleasure as he began rocking his hips.
['Soma Erotica lv. 7' has increased your physical durability.]
He grinned down drunkenly as he picked up the pace, the pain from the building pleasure easing away with each slide. Kim Dokja licked his lips as he leaned back, bracing himself on the sturdy body below him as he repeatedly slammed his hips down.
Yoo Joonghyuk couldn't help the moan that escaped himself at the rough bouncing. Each rise pulled him nearly fully out, and every drop pushed him deep inside. He watched the shape in his stomach that appeared and disappeared with every movement, and Kim Dokja leaned back when he noticed, causing the bulge to exaggerate. He seemed to really enjoy the deep thrusts, obscene moans escaping him with each bounce.
The regressor gripped the thighs squeezing his body, causing more lewd sounds to escape his companion. Kim Dokja's hips stuttered as he bent down, slowing to a lazy humping as they sloppily kissed once more. They muffled moans with each other's mouths, hips grinding roughly together and neither sure who was the one moving.
Yoo Joonghyuk licked his lips as the other man sat back up, starting up his pace again as there was a knock at the door.
"Dokja-ssi, Mr. Yoo?" Kim Dokja's head snapped up as the door was opened, the hunched body of Lee Hyunsung entering the room worriedly.
He rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped in, gaze on the ground and oblivious to the situation he's just interrupted. "Sorry to intrude, I was just..." His voice disappeared immediately when he looked up. Their eyes met, and Kim Dokja was cursed with mental clarity.
[Personal skill 'The Fourth Wall' has lifted some of the haze caused by the skill 'Soma Erotica Lv. 7'!]
Of all times to 'help', why was it NOW?
Yoo Joonghyuk tilted his head back to get a look at the army man, raising a brow nonchalantly. "Yes, Lee Hyunsung?"
He flinched, seeming to be more bothered by the casual tone than he was by the regressor's typical strong one. His mouth opened and closed like he was a fish out of water, nothing but silence coming from him.
Kim Dokja gained some sort of composure, shifting to squeeze his thighs together in some futile attempt at modesty. "Is everything okay, Hyunsung-ssi?" He tried to sound normal, but the slight shake in his voice was a little rough.
"Y-yes, everything is fine.." He stammered as he averted his gaze, a hand cupping the bottom of his face to try and hide his embarrassment. "I guess you aren't sick..?"
He could feel his own face getting warm at the awkwardness. "Not.. entirely." He swallowed when Yoo Joonghyuk shifted his hips, fingers stroking his inner thighs. This guy, what was he plotting?! "It is an unsavory skill that has affected me," he glared down at the regressor, who stared back with a concerningly blank expression.
Lee Hyunsung dropped his gaze, clearly giving all his attention to not looking at the two of them. "A-ah, yes, I see.. And he is helping you.." Kim Dokja felt himself flush at that, flinching as the dick inside him twitched with the implications. What was he excited about, wasn't he just upset about Lee Seolhwa's misunderstanding?
"N-not that I think there's anything wrong with you two..!" He suddenly gasped, throwing his hands up as he raised his head. "I, um. I was just surprised by your.. lewdness." He swallowed thickly, going redder.
Kim Dokja suddenly became very acutely aware of just how his hips were moving. He'd been so focused on the conversation that he failed to notice that he was still grinding against his companion, humping him like some kind of degenerate. He yelped when he was flipped over, Yoo Joonghyuk pressing him into the bed without warning.
"Are you still worried about him?" The regressor practically growled, a dangerous look pinning Lee Hyunsung. He stood in the doorway, mouth wordlessly hanging open.
"Hnng, perverted bastard...!" Kim Dokja gasped, trapped between the feeling of the sheets and blanket rubbing against his heated skin and the firm body holding him down. Yoo Joonghyuk shifted, pushing the reader's thighs up.
"Ah? Aren't you the one squeezing me like a bitch in heat?" He huffed, nearly folding him in half. The new position allowed him to slide in the deepest, and he hit the spot that had Kim Dokja seeing constellations.
[Personal Skill 'The Fourth Wall' is confused!]
[Personal Skill 'The Fourth Wall' has broken under the situation caused by the character 'Yoo Joonghyuk'!]
He doesn't blame it. After all, who else could say they were getting fucked by their favorite protagonist?
Kim Dokja forgot all about Lee Hyunsung, throwing his head back and gripping at the sheets as Yoo Joonghyuk bent over him, hips slamming against him and creating some lewd sounds of wet squelches and the slapping of skin on skin.
"T-there! Aah, Joonghy-ack!" His mind was a mush of pleasure, all his senses being overwhelmed at once as he was pounded into relentlessly, just the right angle to stimulate him over and over.
Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed his hips roughly, no doubt leaving marks, and harshly pulled him back onto his dick. Kim Dokja could only lie there, arms stretched above him and groping at the air, voice a moaning mess as he was tipped over the edge and then some.
[Your stamina has been replenished due to the effects of 'Soma Erotica Lv. 7'!]
He bit his tongue as he looked at the protagonist thrusting into him, surprised to see he wasn't looking back. Kim Dokja didn't find any energy to worry about Lee Hyunsung being stared down by the man fucking him like a feral animal, instead humming in bliss as he rocked his hips with each harsh rut.
"Jooh-ngh, hyuk," He moaned, head falling onto the bed once more as he drowned in lust, legs wrapping around his companion and begging with need. He thinks Yoo Joonghyuk already came once, but he wanted more.
"Haahh, ah!" Kim Dokja's fingers were scrabbling against the regressor's disheveled jacket, leaning into the orgasmic joy as he giggled slightly. "Good, so good."
Yoo Joonghyuk looked down, meeting the lust-filled, hearty eyes gazing up at him. His dick twitched and he gave a good, harsh thrust, dragging a lewd scream from the ravished man as he continued to hit deep. He paid no mind to the clattered sound of Lee Hyunsung stumbling out of the room and closing the door, the lascivious anguish of the man he looked up to seeming to snap him out of the daze he was in.
He wondered if Kim Dokja was right, that he was a perverted bastard. But the man who said those words didn't seem to mean them anymore as he moaned and cried in pleasure below him.
Kim Dokja wasn't sure how much time had passed as he was pinned by Yoo Joonghyuk's rough body. The damn protagonist was strong, his beastly endurance keeping him going even as he hunched over the reader. Kim Dokja swallowed, his dry throat aching despite the drool that was dripping from his mouth.
[The effects of 'Soma Erotica Lv. 7' have resolved.]
All at once a painful fatigue hit him, and he sobbed at the relentless thrusts shaking him to his core. Kim Dokja felt like he was going to die.
Yoo Joonghyuk stopped deep with a groan, hot cum spilling inside his companion's stomach. They both laid there, catching their breaths. The regressor started pressing gentle kisses to every bit of exposed skin he could reach.
"Ah, ah.. Too muhh," Kim Dokja slurred, going limp from the exhaustion. The lingering pleasure helped to relieve some of the overstimulated pain, and his vision started to dim from the comfortable bliss.
"Are you alright..?" Yoo Joonghyuk murmured as he went to sit up, stopping short at the pained whimper that came with his movements. Kim Dokja nodded wordlessly, eyes struggling open.
"Please.. Stay."
He nodded, settling himself back down carefully. With how sensitive his companion was, he didn't dare to pull out now. The regressor listened silently as the breathing next to him steadied, and he could feel himself go lax with the content sighs that seeped through. He can't recall the last time he felt this safe, but being wrapped around Kim Dokja's warmth was enough to lull him to sleep.
Breathing heavily, Lee Hyunsung rushed out of the room. The lewd cries followed him down the stairs and he stumbled on the bottom step at a particularly loud one.
"Hahh! Joonghyuh..!" Kim Dokja's voice echoed through the cabin, and the soldier was ashamed of the tightness in his pants as he staggered towards the bathroom. To think he would betray his leader like this...
[Your constellation sympathizes with you.]
[100 coins have been sponsored.]
Lee Hyunsung swallowed and sat heavily on the closed toilet as he met his own gaze in the mirror. He looked a mess, his face hot and dripping sweat. The inappropriate sounds were muffled yet unmistakable, the aggressive creaking of wooden beams mixing with the obscene moans of two lovers in the heat of passion.
"I'm sorry, Kim Dokja," he breathed as he undid his pants, taking out his thick manhood and pumping it. He groaned quietly as he thrust into his hand, listening to the ongoing action upstairs. He shivered as he remembered the way Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him, the downright possessive look instilling a sense of danger in him. He felt like he stumbled into the den of a bear, protective over its winter food supply. He was embarrassed how much it turned him on, the intense gaze daring him to so much as look at the man's lover.
"Hahh," Lee Hyunsung gasped, his mind wandering from the pleasure as he jerked himself. What would've happened if he got closer? If he tried to stop Yoo Joonghyuk? An image flashed in his head of Kim Dokja being held up, pulled back and in full view as he was fucked slowly, being shown off like a prize.
He recalled catching a glimpse of Kim Dokja's distended stomach. The bump in his belly had shown a clear approximation of Yoo Joonghyuk's size, one befitting of a strong man like him. Lee Hyunsung felt dirty with his perverted mind, imagining the ways that he'd be witness to his leader getting thoroughly wrecked fueling the pace of his hand.
It didn't take long for him to come undone, jerking unevenly as he bit back a moan. Reaching his climax, he gripped the head of his cock and made sure not to make a mess. As he caught his breath, the post-nut clarity started to settle in and he felt deep shame coat his being.
His dwelling was interrupted by a pained cry, and he froze. The creaking continued as heated moans mixed with sobs, and he considered going back upstairs. Before he could make up his mind, the sounds stopped and the whole cabin went silent.
Lee Hyunsung held his breath, listening intently. He could just barely make out the sound of quiet talking, though he couldn't understand the words; for the best, he reasoned. He already interrupted such a sacred moment, to intrude on the words between lovers would be beyond unforgivable.
After an agonizing while of sitting there, he breathed out at the calm air blanketing the building. He cringed at the mess coating his hand, quietly moving to the sink to clean up. He took the extra care to freshen up as much as he could, double and triple checking that he was decent enough to go out in public.
He wandered a while outside, mind purposely left blank. Unintentionally, he ended up bumping into some of his friends.
"Hyunsung-ssi, is everything okay?" Yoo Sangah asked with concern, Lee Jihye lightening the mood as she cackled. "You look like you've seen a ghost!"
He cleared his throat, trying to remember how to be normal. "Everything's alright."
The teenager cocked her head in brief thought. "Ah, you went to check on Ahjussi and Master, yes?"
"Is Dokja-ssi..?" Jung Heewon voiced the concerns seeping through her confident mask.
Lee Hyunsung looked away, trying to find anything to focus on that wasn't the lewd memories eating at his mind. "He is doing fine, Yoo Joonghyuk is taking good care of him.." He internally commended himself for not sounding weird.
"Ahh, that unnie said he would," Lee Jihye nodded. "There's nothing Master can't do! And, with Ahjussi.." She smirked like she knew something nobody else did. Except he knew.
He glanced over a mother with her daughter and turned back to the group. "Where did the children go?"
"Seolhwa-ssi went with them to the market," Yoo Sangah kindly helped him change the topic. "She offered to buy them a treat, shall we go find them?" He gratefully accepted her proposal, setting out with the group.
Yoo Joonghyuk blinked awake at the gentle knock on the door. It was much more polite than their earlier visitor, and he sat up as the door was opened slowly, Kim Dokja muttering in his sleep at the movement.
Lee Seolhwa entered the room gracefully, giving him a soft smile. His heart hurt at the expression, remembering a time long gone when she used to give him that look daily. She turned to look at the reader sleeping peacefully beside him.
"You helped him?" She asked quietly so as to not disturb the cozy air. She moved over to the bed, pressing the back of her delicate hand to his forehead. Yoo Joonghyuk's body confused himself, feeling his protective urge pop up even after the wistful pain she brought.
"Yeah, he was very needy," his husky voice seemed to make the doctor smile more, and he cleared his throat as she finished checking over Kim Dokja.
"He should be all fine now," she said, her voice taking on a more professional tone. "Make sure he eats something when he wakes up, and keep him hydrated." Yoo Joonghyuk nodded along, turning to look at the sleeping man. He brushed aside his sleek fringe, the twitching of soft features causing long lashes to flutter slightly.
"He needs rest," Lee Seolhwa interrupted his thoughts, and he realized he was staring for a while. He looked back and was surprised by the frown she had on. "He is not in the best condition, I fear he may have neglected his health too much."
The regressor's body went cold. He knew Kim Dokja had a lack of self-preservation, often putting himself in danger without any care of his wellbeing. His strong body was enough to trick him, and Yoo Joonghyuk realized just how strong the stat system was. A soft hand pat his shoulder gently, and he met the woman's kind gaze.
"He'll be alright," She reassured, "Some extra sleep will do wonders, so keep him comfortable, alright?" He nodded, watching the doctor turn to leave. Her long, snowy locks were once captivating for him to see, and now they just seemed normal to him.
He turned to Kim Dokja snoring softly beside him, and he laid back down. The reader took no time to snuggle up to him, his heart skipping a beat at the tired body rested against him.
Wrapping his arms around his companion, Yoo Joonghyuk thinks he's in love again.