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Before he could voice his rejection, something hot burst out of him first.
“Mm.”
Beom Sinje let out a thick, sticky groan as his brow furrowed.
The heated sensation made Doyoung shiver instinctively.
His thighs trembled, and his hips jerked slightly.
Unable to believe what was happening inside him, Doyoung’s mouth hung open in shock.
Even in that moment, Beom Sinje, who had reached another climax, locked eyes with him again.
“Looks like you’re not there yet, hyung.”
“What are you…”
Doyoung glared at him as if to demand he stop making absurd claims, but his gaze dropped downward.
What he saw made him incapable of finishing his sentence.
There it was—his own arousal, stiffly standing tall, undeniable even to his own eyes.
“Ah! What are you—mmph!”
Doyoung tried to protest, but his words were cut off when Beom Sinje’s teeth grazed his neck, followed by lips sealing over his.
At the same time, that overwhelming presence began to move again.
Shaking his head, Doyoung tried desperately to pull away, but Beom Sinje was both persistent and cunning.
Not only did he pinpoint and exploit every sensitive spot with only a few probing movements, but he also sucked on Doyoung’s tongue, skillfully robbing him of any resistance.
Before long, Doyoung realized his own arousal was now dripping with slick fluid.
Simultaneously, Beom Sinje drove deeper and began moving even faster.
“Ah! Mm, ah—!”
Soft, sensual moans escaped through their locked lips.
It felt as if his entire head had been plunged into boiling water.
Every sensation converged below, erasing all else from his mind.
“!?”
When Beom Sinje struck his most sensitive spot with relentless precision, his vision went white.
Heat surged from the crown of his head while electric thrills shot up his spine.
“Ah, ahh…”
Even as he climaxed, Beom Sinje didn’t stop.
On the contrary, he gripped Doyoung’s hips even tighter and started moving at an intensity incomparable to before.
“Ah, ah! Slow, ah, slow down…!”
With his lips momentarily freed, Doyoung pleaded in a hoarse voice.
But it seemed his words failed to register—or worse, served as some kind of signal for Beom Sinje to move even more ferociously.
“Ah! Ah, ahh!”
Doyoung squeezed his eyes shut as his head spun from the violent rhythm.
All he could do was hope that Beom Sinje would finish this ordeal soon.
“Haah…!”
His wish was granted shortly after.
Beom Sinje buried himself deep into the most intimate part of Doyoung, releasing his second climax.
Feeling the warm liquid spill inside him, Doyoung’s body trembled uncontrollably.
His slightly parted lips let out faint, ragged breaths.
“Haah, haah… ngh…”
It felt like he had run a marathon. His mouth was dry, and his tongue throbbed from the relentless torment.
But what bothered him more was the weight pinning him down and the erratic breathing in his ear.
“Get… off…”
Even uttering those words was an immense struggle.
Panting, Doyoung shifted his body slightly, but he knew even that feeble resistance posed no threat to the other.
No, the truly absurd thing was how heavy his eyelids felt.
His utterly worn-out body seemed to have reached its limit.
“Rest easy, hyung.”
No. How could he possibly sleep, trusting someone like him?
The thought lingered in his mind for a moment, but before he could voice it, Doyoung’s consciousness slipped away entirely.
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The phone vibrated.
Vrrrrr.
The sound caused Doyoung’s eyelids to twitch.
His eyes felt glued shut, as if weighted down, making it a struggle to even crack them open.
“Ah…”
Even rolling his eyeballs was exhausting.
He longed to close his eyes again and drift back to sleep.
However, the incessant vibration of the phone by his bedside was difficult to ignore.
He stretched his hand toward the sound, fumbling for the source.
Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t grasp it.
Just as he furrowed his brow in annoyance—
“Hyung, are you awake?”
A familiar yet not entirely welcome voice reached his ears.
He turned toward the voice and realized the room was darker than he’d initially thought.
Thanks to the faint light from a lamp on a nearby shelf, he could barely make out the face of the speaker.
“I brought some water. Drink it first.”
Feeling utterly drained, Doyoung didn’t bother moving.
Then, the bed dipped on one side, and a long arm slid under his nape.
His upper body was lifted, and a cup was pressed to his lips in almost the same motion.
Unconsciously, he parted his lips and swallowed the water in gulps.
“Haa…”
It wasn’t until he emptied the cup that he realized just how parched he had been.
“What time is it?” His voice, rough and hoarse even to his own ears, grated as he asked.
“It’s 9 o’clock,” came the reply from Beom Sinje.
“What?”
Doyoung recalled the events leading up to this—riding in the car and engaging in something unspeakable.
It couldn’t have been later than 1 a.m.
How could he have slept for so long, no matter how intense the activity had been?
“Rest here for a bit. I’ll grab something to eat.”
As Beom Sinje stood, cup in hand, intending to leave, Doyoung grabbed his shirt sleeve.
“Hyung?”
At Sinje’s questioning look, Doyoung opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t form the words.
“Ah, while you were asleep earlier, the doctor came by. He said your condition was stable. Thankfully, everything was under control.”
Realizing the potential misunderstanding, Sinje added a brief explanation of what had transpired while Doyoung was unconscious.
“The doctor came and went? Then… about what happened between us—”
Doyoung couldn’t bring himself to ask outright if the doctor knew.
“I didn’t show him anything. I just explained your condition and what was done. Don’t worry about that.”
“Hah…”
Even though Sinje offered reassurance, Doyoung could feel his face heating up.
He was sure his cheeks, neck, and ears were flushed red.
The mere thought of the doctor piecing together what had transpired between them made his skin crawl.
“You acted without consulting me?”
“You weren’t waking up, and I needed to confirm your condition. Calling a doctor was the only logical step.”
Sinje’s reply was annoyingly reasonable, leaving Doyoung without a retort.
He knew Sinje had done the right thing.
“Then how did we even get back to the apartment?”
“I drove.”
“And what about Hunter Park Chanoh—”
“Don’t worry about him. I told him to return to the guild right away.”
So Park Chanoh wasn’t privy to the full extent of the situation.
Even so, he must have had a general idea.
Doyoung closed his eyes tightly.
“Damn it. How am I supposed to face the guild now?”
The mere thought filled him with shame.
All the events of the past few days—no, even just today—had spiraled out of control, starting with his decision to take on the boss mob himself.
He didn’t regret that choice, but there was one thing he wished he’d handled differently.
“Ah… ngh. Stop—”
His spiraling thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sharp sensation of being pushed to his limits.
He gasped, turning his head to look behind him.
Sinje’s grip on his waist tightened as he pressed forward, a blurry figure in Doyoung’s shaking vision.
How could he still have such stamina, reaching his peak for the third time and showing no signs of stopping?
“You… damn bastard…”
Too exhausted to even turn his head properly, Doyoung eventually let his forehead rest against the seat.
His entire body trembled, wracked with aftershocks.
From the waist down, he felt nothing, his arms limp and thrown haphazardly on the floor.
All he could do was endure the overwhelming presence behind him, leaving him feeling humiliated and exposed.
Yet, utterly drained, Doyoung lacked the strength to escape the predator holding him captive.
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