Chapter 107

Even if Kwon Haeju ended up despising him for this, it couldn’t be helped. He had already braced himself for that much resentment the moment he initiated this desperate plan.

Popping the cap off the bottle of oil he had prepared beforehand, a cloying, sweet fragrance instantly permeated the room. He poured a generous amount into his palm, finding the slick, viscous texture far more unfamiliar than he had anticipated. Without hesitation, Nam Shin-hoo spread the pooled liquid generously across his own chest.

“It’s colder than I thought.” Having only ever used it on other people, he had never realized the chill it carried.

His lubricated hand glided smoothly downward, sliding over his abdomen. Droplets of oil dripped past his parted bathrobe, splattering against the thick thighs he used to pin Kwon Haeju down.

Beneath him, Kwon Haeju’s breathing gradually roughened. The massive torso trapped under Nam Shin-hoo’s weight began to heave erratically—a glaringly obvious sign of mounting arousal. A flush of heat spread across his fully exposed chest, beading with a thin sheen of sweat.

The oil sliding off Nam Shin-hoo’s skin dampened the younger man’s lower abdomen. The sensation of the warm, sticky liquid mingling with Kwon Haeju’s escalating gasps transmitted vividly between their pressed bodies.

Dragging his slick fingers down Kwon Haeju’s chest, Nam Shin-hoo traced the contours of his ribs. Savoring the violent flinch of muscles wherever his fingertips brushed, he dragged his hand lower toward the source of the frantic shifting. Confirming the visibly swollen bulge pressing against the fabric, he firmly gripped the waistband of his pants.

“…!”

For the first time, Kwon Haeju actively resisted. Surging upward from his paralyzed stupor, he viciously snatched Nam Shin-hoo’s wrist. His piercing blue eyes glared fiercely at the older man.

“What are you doing? So suddenly…” Desperately embarrassed by his own reacting body, Kwon Haeju frantically tried to squeeze his legs shut. However, straddling his hips, Nam Shin-hoo had absolutely no intention of letting that happen.

Seizing the brief opening when the younger man bent his knees, Nam Shin-hoo ruthlessly yanked the trousers down from his hips. Stripped of its restraint, a massive, fully engorged length sprang free, heavily slapping against Nam Shin-hoo’s thigh.

“…”

“…”

The sheer, absurd magnitude of it made even the relentlessly proactive Nam Shin-hoo freeze in momentary bewilderment. He had vaguely glimpsed it beneath a towel before, and certainly felt its silhouette through clothing, yet facing the actual reality of its size was entirely baffling.

“Get off me,” Kwon Haeju demanded tightly.

“Well, I’m a little surprised, but…” Stopping now was completely out of the question. Wrapping his thoroughly lubricated, warmed hand around the scorching flesh, Nam Shin-hoo squeezed firmly.

“Ugh…!”

An unprecedented, violent reaction tore from Kwon Haeju. Listening to the faint, ragged sound leaking from his lips, Nam Shin-hoo stroked downward from the impossibly rigid tip to the base. He firmly pressed down the heavy body as it bucked upward once more.

Kwon Haeju was now desperately covering his face with both hands, his jaw clenched tight. Completely forgetting to push Nam Shin-hoo away, he merely writhed against the mattress, his tense thighs twitching uncontrollably. The thick, pink veins trailing from his lower abdomen to the tip pulsed as if ready to burst.

“Is this your first time having someone else touch you?” Nam Shin-hoo asked playfully.

“…”

Through the gaps in his fingers, Nam Shin-hoo could clearly see the younger man gritting his teeth in humiliation. It was the very first glimpse of the ‘original’ Kwon Haeju he had seen since his return.

This is where the real problem begins… Despite his confident facade, Nam Shin-hoo’s own spine was rigidly locked with tension.

He rubbed the fingers of his free hand together. Sliding his oil-slicked digits beneath the half-discarded bathrobe still loosely secured by its sash, his wet fingertips made contact with the space between his own slightly parted legs.

Physical intimacy between men was hardly a novel concept. While he lacked firsthand experience, he certainly wasn’t naive enough to lack the requisite knowledge. Amidst a community of Hunters harboring every conceivable fetish, this was a profoundly trivial matter.

However, practical application was an entirely different beast. The exact second his finger pressed against his tightly sealed cleft, his heart hammered viciously against his ribs. He forced strength into his slippery digit. A violent shudder wracked his spine at the sensation of it sinking inside far smoother than he had anticipated.

A primal, instinctual rejection made his hand repeatedly stutter to a halt. Having barely managed to insert a single finger, he couldn’t even fathom moving it around. His face flushed a furious, scorching red. Forcing a second finger inside to stretch himself, the tight space remained suffocatingly restrictive. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead from the agonizing effort of wedging himself open. Consequently, the hand enthusiastically stroking Kwon Haeju slowed to a crawl.

His gaze suddenly snagged on Kwon Haeju, who had been desperately averting his violently blushing face.

“…”

The younger man’s pupils instantly dilated. Visibly horrified upon realizing exactly what Nam Shin-hoo was doing, he looked ready to vault upright and abort the entire encounter.

If it’s going to be like this, I might as well… Nam Shin-hoo abruptly extracted his clumsy fingers. Figuring he was sufficiently drenched in oil for it not to matter, he shifted his hips, positioning himself directly over Kwon Haeju’s rock-hard tip.

Merely grazing against the blunt head sent a scorching flare of heat radiating through his lower back. His hesitation lasted less than a second. Aligning himself perfectly over the rigid column, Nam Shin-hoo ruthlessly dropped his weight.

“Ghk!”

The thick crown brutally wedged itself through his impossibly tight entrance. An involuntary, agonizing groan tore from his throat. Just accommodating the very tip was enough to set his thighs violently trembling.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Nam Shin-hoo forced his hips down a second time. Aided by the slick oil, the monstrous pillar ruthlessly impaled a space that had struggled to accommodate a mere two fingers. The catastrophic shock rocketing up his spine blinded him in a flash of brilliant white before fading into a suffocating black. He was entirely paralyzed, feeling exactly as if he had been skewered alive by a blazing spear.

Taking shallow, ragged gasps, Nam Shin-hoo barely managed to peel his eyes open. Sprawled beneath him was a fiercely blushing, utterly flabbergasted Kwon Haeju. His expression was still violently contorted, yet his blue eyes gleamed with a razor-sharp intensity amidst his fierce scowl. It was a terrifyingly vibrant gaze, fundamentally divorced from his prior lifeless stupor. Glazed with raw arousal, those eyes explicitly projected the overwhelming pleasure surging through his body.

“Judging by your face… it doesn’t seem like you hate it,” Nam Shin-hoo panted.

“Dammit…”

Witnessing Kwon Haeju’s dramatic transformation firsthand was a far more intoxicating stimulant than the excruciating pain currently causing his own thighs to spasm.

Reaching down, Nam Shin-hoo lightly prodded the remaining, unburied base of the shaft. It was horrifyingly firm and radiating furnace-like heat. There is absolutely no way I can take the rest of this. Bracing his hands flat against Kwon Haeju’s rock-solid abdomen, he commanded his thighs to move. However, his lower back merely offered a pathetic tremble; fluid movement was entirely impossible.

He had literally survived having his flesh torn open and his bones shattered on multiple occasions; this level of pain should have been utterly trivial. Yet, the uniquely invasive agony inflicted upon his most delicate membrane was an entirely different breed of torture, one impossible to acclimatize to.

Forcing strength into the corners of his mouth, Nam Shin-hoo desperately feigned composure. He had his pride as the older man to uphold—he couldn’t exactly sit here crying like a pathetic child about the pain while in the middle of sex. Especially not against a ‘kid’ experiencing this for the very first time.

“Huu…”

Feeling Kwon Haeju’s breath hitch violently, Nam Shin-hoo finally forced his hips upward. He dragged himself high enough that the thick flesh scraped painfully against his inner walls until only the crown remained seated, before heavily dropping his weight back down. A muffled groan dissolved into the obscene, slick squelching of the lubricating oil.

“Keuk.”

The true, feral sound tore from Kwon Haeju’s throat instead. His eyes rimmed red with arousal, he finally snapped into action. Massive, scalding hands clamped like iron vices around Nam Shin-hoo’s wrists. The younger man’s frantic pulse hammered so violently against those palms it felt as though his very heart had relocated there.

“Just wait a second. It’ll feel… even better soon,” Nam Shin-hoo choked out.

Nam Shin-hoo was a master at compartmentalizing pain. As the brutalized passage finally began to yield and soften, the razor-sharp agony dulling into a manageable ache, he rapidly accelerated his pace. Drawing satisfaction from the ragged gasps leaking through Kwon Haeju’s clenched teeth, he bounced his hips with renewed vigor.

I honestly have no idea why people consider this enjoyable, he mused bitterly. His overstretched entrance and lower abdomen throbbed with nothing but raw, numb agony. The singular, redeeming source of satisfaction derived entirely from watching Kwon Haeju’s utterly ruined, desperately contorted expression, stripped of all its former composure.

Biting his lip bloody, Kwon Haeju’s gaze remained feverishly locked onto Nam Shin-hoo’s bouncing torso as his breathing turned frantic. Fine wrinkles creased the bridge of his nose, and harsh, broken curses spilled from his mangled lips. Thoroughly delighted by the flawless reaction, Nam Shin-hoo slammed his weight down even harder.

“Ugh…!”

“Kwon… Haeju.”

Cupping the groaning man’s flushed cheeks, Nam Shin-hoo leaned down to capture his lips. Exactly as anticipated, Kwon Haeju flinched away, violently scrubbing at his reddened eyes while attempting to shove Nam Shin-hoo’s chest. It was a pathetically weak, half-hearted resistance.

“Do you hate it that much?”

“…”

“Then why don’t you stick your tongue out for me?”

He slowly licked across the seam of Kwon Haeju’s stubbornly sealed lips. If inserting something into his mouth triggered a panic attack, coaxing something out should be a safer alternative. As Nam Shin-hoo’s tongue slipped inside to trace the desperately clenched gums, the younger man’s thighs locked into rigid stone. Ultimately unable to withstand the older man’s relentless, coaxing bites against his bottom lip, Kwon Haeju nervously pushed his flushed tongue past his teeth.

Nam Shin-hoo immediately devoured the soft muscle. Brushing the tips together reverently, he dragged his tongue across the hyper-sensitive underside before ruthlessly sucking it into his own mouth. Pulling at the muscle with enough force to rip it from its roots, he simultaneously wedged his fingers into the breached gap, forcefully prying Kwon Haeju’s jaw wider.

Immobilizing the man’s frantic attempts to twist his head away, Nam Shin-hoo ruthlessly invaded his oral cavity. He aggressively mapped the sensitive ridges behind his front teeth before delving deep to scrape against the very molars that had been forced to crush the Return Stone.

In that exact microsecond, the hands gripping Nam Shin-hoo’s arms shoved him away with absolute, terrifying, genuine force.

“Haa… Hah…”

The murderous glare boring into him was practically scorching. A sickening dread washed over Nam Shin-hoo, terrified that his clumsy, aggressive push had entirely backfired and only ignited the man’s volatile fury. Yet, before he could retreat…

“…!”

Iron-clad arms violently snatched Nam Shin-hoo into a crushing embrace. Struck by the overwhelming heat of the broad chest colliding with his own, Nam Shin-hoo frantically tried to shove him back, only to completely lose his balance. In a blur of motion, the world violently flipped upside down. His bare back slammed hard against the mattress, instantly reducing him to staring helplessly up at the hulking beast hovering over him.

“Huu.”

Bowing his head, Kwon Haeju exhaled a dark, guttural breath directly against Nam Shin-hoo’s ear. As if that sound were the starting gun, he ruthlessly slammed his hips into the trapped body beneath him. The massive length—which Nam Shin-hoo had only clumsily managed to accommodate halfway—violently tore through his clenched entrance and buried itself to the absolute hilt in a single, devastating thrust.