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For Doyoung, once the leader of a former villain syndicate, his pride couldn’t allow it.
Although, considering he had already blurted out such things to Beom Sinje yesterday, perhaps he should revisit his own logic.
But Doyoung, in his current state, didn’t have the mental capacity to dwell on that.
“That’s why I said I’ll do it. I did it yesterday too, didn’t I? Just stay still. I’ll take care of everything, every last bit.”
It felt like déjà vu—as if yesterday’s events were repeating. Even the hand digging into his thigh sparked an eerie familiarity.
He’d thought it then, too. Was Beom Sinje always this brazen? This audacious?
“Ha…”
Yesterday, he’d spoken out of defiance. Being dragged along like that had rubbed him the wrong way, something uncharacteristic of him. But who could have predicted it would lead to this situation?
The gaze directed at him was clear and unwavering, yet carried a strange heat.
For a fleeting moment, curiosity flickered in Doyoung’s mind.
“Why are you doing this?”
Beom Sinje opened his mouth as if to answer, but no words came out.
He clamped it shut again.
“Speak. Why are you going this far?”
Yesterday, he had been too caught up in the mood to think deeply.
But now, face-to-face like this, questions began surfacing.
Why would this accomplished Hunter need to go to such lengths?
‘This wasn’t in the original story, was it?’
Since when do Hunter narratives involve two men baring themselves and arousing each other?
Of course, being poisoned by a boss monster and obsessing over his favorite character wasn’t part of the original plot either.
As he waited and agonized over his thoughts, Beom Sinje’s lips remained sealed.
Instead, his gaze seemed to sink even lower, as if lost in contemplation.
‘What’s this? Don’t tell me… he acted purely on impulse?’
Given Beom Sinje’s age, it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility.
But the thought that it could all be driven by mere whims stirred a faint sense of disappointment in Doyoung.
‘What the hell? Why would I even feel disappointed?’
He was startled by his own emotions.
“You’ve helped me so much, hyung. This is the least I can do, don’t you think?”
But his thoughts were cut short by Beom Sinje’s sudden remark.
“Helped you?”
What was he suddenly talking about?
“You came to my crumbling house and moved me into a proper officetel. You made sure I got into a training school after my Awakening and looked after me even while I was there.”
Beom Sinje’s hand was now inching lower, but Doyoung hadn’t noticed.
“You even gifted me an amazing sword and ensured my mother got the best care at a good hospital.”
He paused to take a breath, clearly not finished.
“And you dealt with those senior students who were giving me trouble. Not to mention, the building the Antithesis group used to occupy was conveniently filled with valuable weapons for me. Thanks to your meddling with the government, I was able to easily start my private guild.”
His tone was calm, but the implications struck a nerve with Doyoung.
Especially the latter part.
“…Uh.”
For a moment, Doyoung felt a pang of doubt.
‘Did I overdo it a bit?’
Back then, he had simply wanted to save himself while smoothing the path for his favorite character.
He hadn’t given it too much thought beyond that.
But now wasn’t the time for admiration.
Shaking himself out of it, Doyoung snapped to attention, glaring.
“What nonsense are you spouting? Me? Senior students? Government? Weapons? What ridiculous claims are you making?”
He had moved in secret all this time.
How had Beom Sinje figured it out?
“None of that matters, hyung. What I’m most grateful for is what you did in this dungeon. If you hadn’t noticed the boss monster was alive and attacked first…”
Beom Sinje trailed off, his tone oddly nonchalant, as his hand moved further down Doyoung’s thigh, venturing deeper.
Doyoung instinctively looked down.
Even with just a palm grazing over him, an unsettling, tingling sensation shot through his body.
The subtle arousal sparked by that minimal contact was enough to fan the flames.
“Then it would’ve been me in this state, wouldn’t it?”
Before he could finish speaking, Beom Sinje grasped Doyoung’s half-erect length.
With his pants already down to his knees, there was no hesitation in his actions.
“Ugh!”
Doyoung bent forward, trying to pull back, but the door behind him left no room to retreat.
Instead, his legs parted further, unintentionally exposing himself entirely.
“That’s why, hyung, let me handle this. Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it all.”
Beom Sinje’s eyes gleamed with intensity, a flicker of heat more fervent than usual, as though declaring that no one else should ever come to Doyoung’s mind—no, that no one else could.
The atmosphere in the car quickly grew heated.
The windows fogged up with condensation, and the seats bore signs of dampness.
“Ah, mm, ngh, mm…”
Doyoung let out low moans, his hips rubbing against the seat.
He was fully aware of where he was, yet suppressing the sounds escaping him was an impossible feat.
Whenever he tried biting his lip to stifle his voice, Beom Sinje would immediately pry his lips apart or tug at his lower lip as if he could sense the attempt.
“Ah, mm, faster… more.”
As if one encounter had been enough to read him completely, Beom Sinje teased him relentlessly.
This was different from yesterday—less restrained.
Back then, it was merely a matter of rubbing up and down or grazing the sensitive tip occasionally, only enough to create heat from the friction.
But today, Beom Sinje seemed determined, caressing his balls, stroking his shaft, and meticulously observing Doyoung’s every reaction.
When the movements slowed to a crawl, it left him unbearably frustrated, prompting him to unconsciously urge for quicker action.
“Like this? Does it feel good when I do this?”
Beom Sinje’s thick thumb pressed down on the trembling glans he’d been teasing, making Doyoung’s body jolt sharply.
His inner thighs trembled, and his toes curled as if in reflex.
“Ngh…”
A tingling sensation pooled in his lower abdomen, and heat rushed up his nape.
Just a little more, and he felt like he would reach a blissful peak.
“Not there…! Ah—nngh…”
That’s when Beom Sinje’s long middle finger pressed down behind his balls, gliding over the soft, sensitive skin of his perineum.
Doyoung’s knees snapped together as his body quivered.
An unfamiliar pleasure, akin to the urge to relieve himself, surged through him.
“Is this the spot you like best, hyung?”
He couldn’t bring himself to answer, but the tremors in his hips gave him away.
On top of that, he realized with dismay that the precum he’d been struggling to hold back had finally leaked out, dampening both his member and Beom Sinje’s hand.
“Don’t bite your lips.”
The sharp, musky scent hit his nose, prompting Doyoung to clamp down on his lip with his teeth again.
Beom Sinje, of course, immediately intervened, his thumb brushing it away.
There was something Doyoung had come to learn about himself while doing things like this with Beom Sinje—his habit of tormenting his lips when flustered.
He bit them hard enough to draw blood or gnawed at them until a dull ache settled in afterward.
Of course, there was still something Beom Sinje didn’t know.
Doyoung didn’t just abuse his lips—he gnawed on the inside of his mouth, too.
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Sad it would’ve been Sinje who what to take it up the ass
Why isn’t he biting his arms instead? Or smth else
🫣🤭