Chapter 108

“…!”

Shock paralyzed Nam Shin-hoo’s vocal cords, stifling the scream in his throat as his upper body violently jolted. Pinning one of Nam Shin-hoo’s thighs, Kwon Haeju forcefully parted his legs. Startled by the sudden exposure of his most vulnerable flesh to the open air, Nam Shin-hoo scrambled wildly to cover himself, but the unyielding grip binding him to the mattress refused to budge a single millimeter.

“You…”

Crushing Nam Shin-hoo beneath his massive frame, Kwon Haeju ground his teeth together and growled out a low, ragged breath. It was a voice suffocatingly thick with violently suppressed desire and raw, desperate anger.

“You have absolutely no idea what kind of agony I endure to hold myself back…”

While the fundamental mechanics of flesh invading flesh remained the same, the sheer, visceral shock of his body being violently rocked against his own will was an entirely different universe of sensation.

“Hah…”

The deeply buried intrusion ruthlessly scraped against Nam Shin-hoo’s inner walls as it withdrew, only to brutally slam back into the tender flesh before he could even snatch a breath. Having previously maintained his composure through sheer tolerance for pain, Nam Shin-hoo now found himself completely and mindlessly swept away by the sheer savagery of the younger man’s movements, twisting his torso in helpless surrender.

The thick root of Kwon Haeju’s length—the portion Nam Shin-hoo hadn’t been able to fully accommodate earlier—now invaded him mercilessly. Driving his hips upward with devastating force, Kwon Haeju buried himself so deeply that the coarse hair of his lower abdomen ground friction into Nam Shin-hoo’s trembling thighs.

“…!”

Shoving desperately at Kwon Haeju’s broad chest, Nam Shin-hoo bit down hard on his bruised lips as his entire body went rigid.

A completely foreign sensation suddenly bloomed within his core, completely overwriting the agonizing pain. Whenever that impossibly hard length scraped against a specific, yielding point deep inside his soft flesh, his toes curled violently and tremors wracked his inner thighs.

Sensing that microscopic shift, Kwon Haeju froze. Panting heavily like a starved beast, he sucked in a ragged breath before hooking his arms beneath Nam Shin-hoo’s waist, dragging their bodies flush together. With terrifying precision, the deeply buried intrusion smoothly angled itself directly toward the very spot it had just unearthed.

“Uhh…”

A slick thread of saliva spilled from Nam Shin-hoo’s parted lips. This was entirely different from the brutal, forceful thrusts. Kwon Haeju persistently hunted down the exact cluster of nerves Nam Shin-hoo reacted to, methodically crushing it from the inside out. Whenever that crushing weight softly pressed into him, Nam Shin-hoo’s legs practically floated into the air.

As the relentless, targeted grinding pushed dangerously deep, Nam Shin-hoo’s entire body locked up, overwhelmed by a maddening, tickling electricity flooding his internal wiring.

Kwon Haeju didn’t let that microscopic vulnerability escape. Pinning Nam Shin-hoo’s suspended knees, he wedged his upper body flush between them, utilizing his entire body weight to ruthlessly pin his prey.

“Ah! Haa…”

That maddening tickle rapidly exploded into an overwhelming, blinding stimulation. Nam Shin-hoo’s previously unresponsive, flaccid length gave a violent twitch. It was a sensation he had never experienced in his entire life—an agonizingly heavy ache pooling in his lower abdomen, exactly like the desperate urgency of holding back his bladder, while his inner walls involuntarily contracted and clamped down hard.

Sparks ignited in Kwon Haeju’s eyes. Savagely burying himself even deeper into the contracting heat, he used his free hand to brutally stretch and massage the desperately clenching entrance. Watching Nam Shin-hoo thrash wildly as if trying to escape, Kwon Haeju slowly swept his tongue across his own bottom lip.

Tracing his palm over Nam Shin-hoo’s sweat-slicked, flawless chest, he clamped down on the older man’s hips and violently hammered into him. The sight of Nam Shin-hoo’s thighs convulsing against his own torso, his entire body shuddering mercilessly beneath him, was infinitely sweeter than any hallucination he had ever conjured.

Tears and sweat soaked Nam Shin-hoo’s nape and the corners of his eyes. With every brutal thrust, the air vanished from his lungs and his toes splayed wide. His rigidly arched spine was forcibly shattered by the relentless impacts. The sheer violence of his own internal muscles convulsing and squeezing the invading flesh was so intense that Nam Shin-hoo could physically feel his own body betraying him.

Even clamping his hand viciously over his mouth couldn’t stop the broken moans from spilling out. White-hot stars exploded behind his tightly squeezed eyelids. The cataclysmic stimulation rampaging through his brain made their previous, clumsy attempts at intimacy feel like a pathetic child’s game.

Bearing down heavily, Kwon Haeju forcibly pried away the hand Nam Shin-hoo was using to muffle his own screams. Pressing it firmly against the mattress, the younger man ruthlessly intertwined their fingers.

The two silver rings violently collided.

In that exact millisecond, reality fractured.

“Haa, hah—w-wait…!”

Nam Shin-hoo violently arched his spine, throwing his head back as an impossible sensation seized him. His untouched length, completely devoid of direct stimulation, was suddenly being crushed by a phantom, melting friction. His jaw trembled uncontrollably as he gasped for air.

Through his blinding, static-filled vision, a torrential flood of alien emotions pulverized his consciousness: crippling anxiety, ravenous satisfaction, blinding pleasure, and an agonizingly profound happiness. Instinctively, he knew. These were Kwon Haeju’s emotions.

But the terrifying artifact wasn’t just transmitting feelings.

This was entirely distinct from the excruciating pleasure blooming in his own lower abdomen. His untouched front was currently experiencing the devastating, wet friction of being swallowed alive. It was an embarrassingly squirming, scorching sensation of absolute climax.

This utterly foreign ecstasy violently collided with his own rapidly compounding pleasure, striking Nam Shin-hoo’s brain with the overwhelming, combined sensory weight of two different bodies simultaneously experiencing orgasm.

Snapping his eyes wide open, Nam Shin-hoo thrashed wildly, his hands desperately clawing for purchase. Finding absolutely nothing to anchor him on the ruined bed, he locked both arms around Kwon Haeju’s thick forearms—the very restraints binding him—and shook uncontrollably.

“Haaah…”

Tears streamed freely down his face, utterly broken by the cataclysmic stimulation annihilating him from both the front and the back. As he sobbed and gasped frantically for oxygen, Kwon Haeju’s impossibly gentle lips brushed tenderly against his tear-soaked cheek.

Yet, in stark contrast to that affectionate touch, Kwon Haeju’s movements turned utterly barbaric. Hooking both of Nam Shin-hoo’s legs, he hauled them high into the air. The massive length, having slipped out to the very tip of the glans, brushed against the elevated flesh before violently slamming into the absolute deepest, most secret depths of Nam Shin-hoo’s body before he could even register the movement.

“…!”

His heart literally stopped beating. Jaw dropping open in a silent scream, Nam Shin-hoo’s spine bowed like a drawn bowstring as his entire body turned to stone.

I can’t survive this. 

The apocalyptic sensory overload completely obliterated the absolute limits of human endurance. Desperately thrashing to shake off the hand pinning him down, Nam Shin-hoo clawed frantically at the bedsheets, attempting to crawl away. His futile, panicked resistance was effortlessly crushed by the younger man’s overwhelming strength.

“Do not run away from me,” Kwon Haeju commanded darkly.

“W-Wait. It’s different… Hic, it’s differ—”

As the rings crashed together once more, Nam Shin-hoo’s vision went entirely white. The sensation of his inner walls violently clamping down synchronized perfectly with a phantom grip threatening to snap his front in half. Horrified by the terrifying sensation swallowing him whole, Nam Shin-hoo convulsed, his entire body violently whipping across the mattress.

“Keuh-euk.”

A guttural, animalistic groan tore from Kwon Haeju’s throat. Simultaneously, the deeply buried intrusion crushed against the absolute deepest point, mercilessly grinding against the hyper-sensitive walls. Nam Shin-hoo couldn’t even form a sound. Tipping his chin back in a violent full-body tremor, he swallowed a broken sob as the thick, scorching sensation of liquid erupting deep within his core flooded his senses.

His own front was already slick with the messy evidence of his ruined climax.

“Hah, heuh, hah…”

His chest heaving violently, Nam Shin-hoo choked out wet, ragged breaths. Completely incapable of comprehending the absolute physiological devastation his body had just endured, he weakly rubbed his tear-streaked face. His fingertips trembled so violently he could barely lift his own arm.

Gathering Nam Shin-hoo into a careful, tender embrace, Kwon Haeju finally withdrew. Even after reducing its volume post-climax, the thick flesh still scraped ruthlessly against Nam Shin-hoo’s hypersensitive insides as it slid free.

Even that microscopic friction sent a fresh tremor wracking through his exhausted frame. Clutching a hand over his wildly erratic heart, Nam Shin-hoo went completely limp, allowing Kwon Haeju to haul his ruined body upright.

“Are you alright?” the younger man asked softly.

“…Yeah.”

A pathetically weak croak barely escaped his lips. It was the voice of a man utterly drained of his life force. Bereft of the energy required to twitch a single finger, Nam Shin-hoo merely blinked sluggishly.

What the hell just happened to me? 

In stark contrast to his own mind-numbing confusion, the face entering his blurry vision looked remarkably unburdened. The pitch-black, suffocating abyss that had consumed Kwon Haeju’s eyes before he fell asleep had vanished, replaced by genuine, lucid concern rather than crippling paranoia.

Nam Shin-hoo glanced between the silver band on his own trembling finger and the matching one on Kwon Haeju’s hand. The demonic artifact responsible for completely short-circuiting his nervous system sat perfectly dormant, looking as innocent as if it had never activated at all.

“I’d like to… wash up a bit,” Nam Shin-hoo rasped.

“Understood.”

“And…”

As Kwon Haeju carefully wrapped him in a thick blanket and effortlessly scooped him into his arms without a second of hesitation, Nam Shin-hoo weakly twitched his index finger.

Being utterly blindsided and physically devastated by the unexpected sensory overload was one thing, but he still had a mission to complete. Plastering a bewitchingly cheeky smile across his thoroughly exhausted face, Nam Shin-hoo forced the corners of his lips upward.

“Will you kiss me now?”

“…”

Kwon Haeju froze dead in his tracks. Looking down at the man in his arms, a profound hesitation flickered across his features.

“Hurry up,” Nam Shin-hoo urged softly.

“Haa…”

It was a heavy sigh of absolute disbelief. As the realization finally dawned on him—understanding exactly why Nam Shin-hoo had deliberately orchestrated this extreme, violent physical confrontation—a faint, genuine laugh finally broke through the younger man’s stiff facade.

“Was it all just because of that?”

Shaking his head as if utterly defeated, Kwon Haeju lowered his face. He gently brushed his lips against Nam Shin-hoo’s bruised, swollen mouth, naturally sliding his tongue into the willingly parted gap. When his tongue inevitably grazed the molars that had been forced to crush the Return Stone, his broad shoulders instantly went rigid, but he quickly re-centered himself, deliberately moving in tandem with Nam Shin-hoo’s gentle coaxing.

A slow, incredibly deep kiss stretched into eternity. It was profoundly reverent, yet possessed a desperate, starving persistence that perfectly reflected four years of agonizing suppression. By the time the kiss finally broke as they reached the first-floor bathroom, Nam Shin-hoo weakly rested his heavy head against Kwon Haeju’s chest.

“Let’s have a proper meal together tomorrow,” Nam Shin-hoo murmured.

“…Yes.”

“Let’s eat something actually delicious. Meat would be fantastic after so long, or maybe some fresh sashimi.”

Kwon Haeju offered a small, tentative nod. The lingering stiffness in his features betrayed his lack of absolute certainty. Naturally, successfully swallowing solid food wouldn’t happen miraculously overnight. No matter how violently Nam Shin-hoo tried to overwrite the psychological scarring with sensory shock therapy, four agonizing years of accumulated trauma couldn’t be instantly erased.

Still, it was a monumental breakthrough.

Groaning as he stretched his aching joints, Nam Shin-hoo dipped his toes into the steaming bathtub. The moment the hot water brushed his lower half, a searing burn flared up. Despite the copious amounts of oil used, his thoroughly abused flesh remained hot and uncomfortably swollen, radiating a lingering, heavy phantom friction. Having done the deed completely raw without a condom, he still had a rather messy cleanup ahead of him…

Ah, I’m so damn tired. 

Sinking his exhausted body deep into the water, Nam Shin-hoo stared blankly at Kwon Haeju. The man who had acted like a ravenous, uncontrollable beast on the mattress was currently shrinking into himself, looking exactly like a scolded puppy walking on eggshells.

“I don’t even have the strength left to wash myself,” Nam Shin-hoo complained mildly.

“…I deeply apologize.”

Kwon Haeju’s guilt-ridden head bowed even lower. Scooping up a handful of warm water, Nam Shin-hoo deliberately splashed it directly over the younger man’s dark hair. Startled by the sudden wetness clinging to his bangs, Kwon Haeju snapped his head up in wide-eyed surprise.