RVHF chapter chapter 87

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“Ah…!”

Doyoung muffled cries filled the air as he buried his head against the seat.

He could feel something hot and wet spreading inside him again.

A shudder ran through his back, and his thighs instinctively tensed.

Incredibly, at that very moment, his own body twitched and responded, as though mocking his loss of control.

Having already released so many times, there wasn’t much left, but the mere sight of it—its diminished volume and lighter color—was enough to chip away at his pride.

“Haa…”

Finally, as Sinje pulled away, it seemed like this grueling marathon was over.

Or so he thought.

“W-wait, Sinje! What are you doing?!”

Without warning, his softened member was grabbed, squeezed, and played with like a toy.

“Let go! I mean it!”

His broken, hoarse voice lacked any real authority, but he still kicked weakly in protest.

Sinje released him, only to lift his limp body into his arms.

“Hey!”

Doyoung yelled, demanding to be put down, but Sinje ignored him, carrying him into the bathroom instead.

“What the…”

As Sinje placed him gently in the bathtub, Doyoung looked up at him incredulously.

Sinje adjusted the shower temperature before setting it at his feet.

“Stay here. I’ll clean up the bed.”

“Like hell you will! I’ll wash myself, so get out!”

“Don’t move around and risk falling. Just stay put.”

The lack of a promise not to return clearly meant Sinje intended to have his way.

Doyoung glared at Sinje’s retreating figure before sighing deeply.

He lowered his head, his eyes landing on the evidence of their earlier activities.

‘Seriously… how does he have so much energy?’

Sinje had acted like an unleashed beast ever since their encounter in the car.

Was it just the vigor of youth, or was this his way of showing gratitude for being saved?

Doyoung didn’t know.

What he did know, however, was that his body was changing in ways he wasn’t comfortable with.

Moments that once felt overwhelming and painful were becoming… shorter, fleeting, replaced by a heat that left him trembling.

“Damn it…”

Even the smallest thought seemed to stir his body now.

He glared at his lower half, which was already showing signs of waking up again.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

Had the boss mob’s toxins messed him up, or was it just his body betraying him after all these endless encounters?

Regardless of his own state, one thing was clear.

‘That guy… I have no idea what’s going on in his head.’
Contrary to the humiliation, embarrassment, and utter confusion he felt, it was undeniable that ever since this relationship with Beom Sinje began, the strange dreams and sudden bursts of uncontrollable excitement had disappeared.

‘No, that’s not it. It’s more accurate to say I don’t even have the energy for such things anymore.’

For days, he had spent his nights dealing with Beom Sinje after work and collapsed from exhaustion during the day.

It seemed that his body simply no longer had the strength to react oddly to the remaining toxicity inside.

“What the hell did you do to someone who hasn’t even properly dated before?”

Doyoung clutched his head and sighed.

The longer his time with Beom Sinje stretched on, the more his concerns grew.

At first, it was a situation he had fallen into by chance, but seeing how Beom Sinje continued to explore his body left Doyoung feeling both bewildered and worried.

He couldn’t help but fear that this unconventional relationship might cause him to lose sight of what was normal.

“I think I’ve recovered enough now. Shouldn’t I tell him to stop?”

Even as he thought about calling a doctor, Doyoung’s body began to slacken into the bathtub.

While his mind insisted that he was still in good shape, his exhausted body betrayed him, begging for rest.

“Hah…”

With a sigh, he leaned his head against the water.

The hot bath seemed to ease his tense muscles, which gradually started to relax.

He stayed like that for a while until he faintly felt his body floating.

Forcing his heavy eyelids open, Doyoung blinked blearily.

“Huh?”

He felt as though he was leaning against something firm yet smooth.

Moreover, there was a subtle sensation of something rough but soft grazing his skin.

What could this be?

His curiosity was short-lived because, as soon as he looked down, his hazy gaze sharpened.

“What are you doing?!”

His voice, laced with panic and a metallic edge, rang out before he could stop himself.

“It’s fine. Just sleep some more, hyung,” came the nonchalant reply.

Unlike Doyoung, the voice sounded completely composed. But there was no way Doyoung could comply.

“Hey! Put me down! And get your hands off me right now!”

How had he ended up dozing off in such a position?

Doyoung doubted his own mental state as he realized where he was sitting: between Beom Sinje’s legs.

More specifically, he was perched on Beom Sinje’s crossed thighs.

But what shocked Doyoung even more was the sight of Beom Sinje casually scrubbing his body with a shower sponge.

“Just a little more. I’m almost done.”

Who was this man beside him?

Was he really the protagonist of the hunter stories Doyoung knew?

Could he be someone else in disguise?

Doyoung’s confused eyes darted around before suddenly flinching as he noticed the shower sponge grazing the inside of his thigh.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

He quickly reached out and grabbed the thicker wrist holding the sponge.

“This part’s all that’s left.”

Apparently, Doyoung was the only one flustered.

How could Beom Sinje’s voice remain so steady?

Was that part of what made him the protagonist?

“Enough. Give it to me.”

Snatching the sponge out of Beom Sinje’s hand with his free hand, Doyoung tried to stand up.

“Ah…”

However, his shaky legs failed him, and he sank back down.

He struggled to muster strength, his knees trembling, but he couldn’t manage to get up.

While awkwardly shifting his body, Doyoung suddenly froze, his eyes widening as he glanced down.

Of course, he would notice something that shouldn’t be there.

“You… You…!”

Doyoung was too appalled to form coherent words, while Beom Sinje sighed.

“Sorry, but you kept squirming and rubbing against me. I couldn’t help it.”

“What the—!”

Doyoung barely swallowed the expletive that nearly escaped him.

Beom Sinje ran a hand through his damp hair, looking troubled.

“Hyung, just stay still for now.”

“How does that make sense in this situation?!”

Shouting in frustration, Doyoung twisted his body again, only to freeze at the ominous sensation pressing against him.

This was the very definition of being caught between a rock and a hard place.

With no strength in his legs and a threatening presence too close for comfort, how was he supposed to get out of this situation?

Just as he agonized over his options—

Shhhhhh—

Warm water poured down on him from above.

“What the—?!”

Startled, Doyoung flinched and turned, only to see Beom Sinje stepping out of the tub.

“Rinse off for now. I’ll come back later.”

His tone sounded oddly hurried as he left the bathroom, his posture slightly awkward this time.

Left drenched and sitting in the tub, Doyoung stared blankly at the spot where Beom Sinje had disappeared.

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