RVHF chapter chapter 82

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“Come to think of it, hyung… you don’t have much body hair, do you?”

“I do have them!”

Doyoung immediately denied it, swallowing a sigh as he tried to maintain his composure.

But keeping his cool wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

“Really? Look at this—there’s not even a single fine hair on your face. You look like you could pass as my age.”

Beom Sinje swept his hand through Doyoung’s hair, his fingers brushing his cheek with a tenderness that felt oddly affectionate.

But that wasn’t the point right now!

Doyoung glared at Beom Sinje with all his might.

“You look so youthful. That could be a problem.”

“What are you even saying all of a sudden? Why bring that up here?”

From body hair to a baby face—what was next? And what exactly was supposed to be the issue?

“It doesn’t matter, does it? Not right now.”

The sensation of his member being rolled in Sinje’s hand wasn’t half bad.

The lack of direct visibility, relying solely on touch, brought its own kind of satisfaction.

Sinje’s lips curved into a faint smile.

“So the drug wasn’t completely ineffective, was it?”

The way Sinje asked, with a subtle undertone, kept Doyoung entirely preoccupied.

Yet, he couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind the words.

“Ugh, stop… stop it.”

If Doyoung had put up his usual stubborn front, Sinje wouldn’t have been this forward.

But in recent days, Doyoung seemed to be allowing everything, almost as if inviting it.

And he didn’t even realize how much that stoked another’s desires.

“You’re already so wet. Well, considering how aroused you were, it’s no surprise.”

“Stop saying that, you… your mouth…!”

At home, there had been no words—just actions.

But hearing Sinje speak so boldly now was overwhelming.

Not long ago, Doyoung had thought of him as mature and dependable.

That sentiment had completely vanished.

Ziiiiip.

The zipper came all the way down, and the tightly fastened belt was undone.

Naturally, the pants, which had been precariously hanging from his hips, slid down to his thighs.

Doyoung looked down at himself, caught in Sinje’s grip, his body being caressed.

You’re hopeless, Na Doyoung.

How could he still react like this, even in such a ridiculous situation?

Still, he couldn’t just let things progress without resistance.

Especially not here—outside, in a car, in an underground parking lot, with Park Chanoh nearby.

For all his confidence and boldness as a former villain, he couldn’t bring himself to be so audacious.

What do I do?

The bigger issue was that it was nearly impossible to free himself from Sinje’s grip.

As Doyoung debated his options, his gaze fell on the bulge clearly outlined in Sinje’s crouched position.

…Sorry, Beom Sinje.

With no other choice, Doyoung made up his mind. His eyes gleamed.

Thud.

He drove his foot into Sinje’s most sensitive area.

Sinje’s eyebrows furrowed, his lips twitched, and his whole face tightened.

Yet the reaction wasn’t quite what Doyoung had expected. It didn’t seem to have the desired effect.

The awkward angle must have diminished the impact.

Even so, the fact that Sinje had paused was what mattered.

“Move!”

Taking advantage of the moment, Doyoung shoved Sinje’s large frame off him.

But in the limited space of the car, Sinje only ended up hitting the seatback with a loud thud.

Still, it was enough for Doyoung to attempt an escape.

Twisting his body, he grabbed the handle of the door opposite the one he’d entered through.

But instead of opening, it gave a hollow click.

“Let go of me!”

As if that weren’t enough, Sinje’s hand reached out and grabbed Doyoung’s arm.

Twisting violently, Doyoung managed to shake him off.

“Where are you planning to go like this, hyung? Back to the studio?”

“That’s not…!”

Doyoung needed to get out of this predicament first.

But before he could finish his retort, Sinje’s hand slid along his member, pressing gently at the tip with his thumb.

Even that small motion made Doyoung’s body betray him further.

His shaft released a slick wetness, and it grew even harder in Sinje’s grip.

Any attempt to deny his state at this point would lack credibility.

“From where I’m standing, it looks impossible to stop now.”

“If you’d just stop touching me—ah…!”

Sinje pressed harder with his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make his intentions clear.

At this point, Doyoung couldn’t deny that Sinje was deliberately provoking him.

“You bastard!”

Doyoung yelled, glaring at Sinje, but the look in Sinje’s eyes was anything but ordinary.

I’m the one affected by the poison, but it’s like he’s the one who wants to devour me whole.

“I’m not doing this. Not here. I’ll hold out, so let go. I said let go!”

Doyoung squirmed, trying to free himself, but it wasn’t easy.

Just a bit of struggling left him breathless.

“Haah, haah… haah…”

As the car filled with his heavy breathing, Doyoung flushed.

To anyone listening, it might sound like something intense was happening.

That thought only made his face burn hotter.

Unaware of Doyoung’s spiraling thoughts, Sinje tried to reason with him.

“You can’t fight this. It’s because of the poison. If you wait too long, someone might notice, and that would be even worse for you. Handling it now is the best option.”

Doyoung knew Sinje was right.

But the location was all wrong, and there was something else—something Sinje didn’t know.

The doctor said penetration is the only way to resolve this.

Absolutely not.

If it couldn’t end with just touching, going further was out of the question.

But he couldn’t exactly explain this to Sinje.

‘I still have my pride.’

Doyoung hated being dragged around like this, especially by someone so much younger.

He needed to take control.

“So what? Are you just going to keep doing whatever you want without my consent?”

Doyoung glared at Sinje, eyes sharp with determination.

“You already gave your consent.”

“What?”

Where did that come from?

Doyoung’s glare intensified, but Sinje looked genuinely confused by his reaction.

“You said it yesterday.”

“…Huh?”

Apparently, Sinje was referring to Doyoung’s offhand challenge from the day before.

He was claiming that those words still applied.

Doyoung was dumbfounded.

“When I said I’d help, you told me to go ahead. Do whatever I wanted.”

“Well, that was—”

He had said it, sure.

But wasn’t that supposed to be limited to the situation at hand?

“Wasn’t it?”

But the way Sinje framed it made Doyoung second-guess himself.

Technically, he hadn’t specified a time limit.

Still, it wasn’t meant to be a blanket free pass.

“Or do you have another solution? Are you planning to show this side of you to someone else?”

“Are you crazy?”

‘Absolutely not. No matter what, showing myself in this state to someone else?’

Unthinkable.

‘Who in their right mind would let someone see them panting and aroused after being poisoned by a boss monster?’

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