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Doyoung peered over Beom Sinje’s shoulder to check.

This dungeon’s bosses wouldn’t die unless their heads were severed.

Even if critically wounded, they would eventually regenerate and attack again.

As Doyoung inspected the monster, his eyes widened.

“…!”

His body moved on instinct. His eyes flashed violet as he grabbed a dagger, lunging toward the boss monster to finish it off before it could fully recover.

Screech!

However, the monster healed faster than expected.

It swung its arm as Doyoung plunged the dagger into its mouth, piercing its throat.

Thud!

The monster’s head snapped back, but not before its fangs grazed Doyoung’s shoulder.

A searing pain spread through the wound.

Thwack!

Beom Sinje’s sword struck, severing the monster’s head cleanly.

Doyoung stared at the now-headless monster, his vision growing hazy.

A fever began rising in his body.

‘No… not now…’

The toxic venom lingering in the boss mob’s fangs surfaced in his mind.

“Hyung!”

Beom Sinje hurriedly grabbed Doyoung’s other arm to check on his condition.

The moment someone else’s hand touched him—

“Ha-ah!”

A heated gasp spilled from Doyoung’s lips.

It felt as though a current surged through his body.

A tingling sensation climbed over him in waves.

“Hyung?”

Beom Sinje called out with concern, but Doyoung, startled, tried to shake off his hand.

“Hold still! I need to see how bad it is.”

“A-ah, ugh, don’t… don’t… ha-ah, hh…”

He wanted to say no.

To tell him to step away.

To demand he stop touching him.

But every time he opened his mouth, nothing coherent came out.

Instead, the sounds that escaped were embarrassing moans that even he couldn’t bear to hear.

“…Hyung?”

Finally, Beom Sinje seemed to realize that something was wrong with Doyoung’s condition.

“S-stop, hh, don’t touch…”

Doyoung staggered back, clutching his bloodied shoulder tightly, trembling as he tried to maintain distance.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stay still, okay? Calm down,” Beom Sinje reassured, freezing in place so as not to agitate him further.

Doyoung, his bloodshot eyes filled with desperation, clenched his teeth.

The priority was to get away from here. But before he could even turn around—

Rumble.

The ground quaked, the earth beneath them trembling violently.

“Ah!”

With his body already weakened, he couldn’t stop himself from toppling over.

And in an instant, the situation spiraled into the last thing he wanted.

“Hyung!”

He fell into Beom Sinje’s arms, and as their bodies connected, something he had been desperately suppressing erupted, flooding his senses.

“Ha-ah, hhn, ah…”

It felt like searing-hot insects crawling all over him.

The unbearable itch and heat were everywhere, consuming him.

It wasn’t just one spot; it was every nerve in his body screaming for relief.

No—what he really craved wasn’t even that.

It was something deeper, rawer, something that could extinguish this maddening fire within him.

“P-please, ah… I…”

Doyoung barely managed to clench his teeth before any more shameful words could spill out.

But whether or not he successfully stifled them was unclear.

Was he really about to beg?

Plead for help?

Could such humiliating words truly have come from his own lips?

“Hyung… are you… okay? What’s… going on…?”

Someone was speaking, but his half-deafened ears barely registered it.

The scorching heat crawled lower, invading his most sensitive and private places.

“Please… someone… It’s unbearable… it’s… so hot down there…”

Instinct urged him to seek help, to cling to the person worried about him, to beg them to resolve this unrelenting need.

As if possessed, Doyoung grabbed at the figure in front of him.

“Hey, Guild Leader? What’s going on? Why’s hyung acting like this?”

Yeo Giwon, who had rushed over after clearing out the remaining weakened monsters, stopped abruptly, his gaze locking onto the peculiar scene before him—Doyoung clinging to Beom Sinje with a desperation that was hard to overlook.

“It’s nothing. What’s the status?” Beom Sinje replied curtly, trying to deflect attention.

“Hm…”

Yeo Giwon’s gaze flicked between the two, a strange smirk forming at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, fine. I’ll leave him to you.”

With a dry chuckle, Yeo Giwon shifted back into his role as the leader of the Chunho Guild team.

“All monsters have been cleared. This dungeon is expected to collapse in approximately 96 hours. I’ve already contacted the guild to dispatch a recovery team.”

Beom Sinje nodded, still holding onto Doyoung. “Understood. Have everyone retreat.”

“Yes, Guild Leader!” Yeo Giwon saluted, then turned to shout orders to the guild members.

As they began their retreat, his curiosity lingered, but a sharp glance from Beom Sinje silenced any further questions.

“Take care of him!” Yeo Giwon added with a sly grin before disappearing with the others.

Now left alone, Beom Sinje focused on Doyoung, who was trembling and clinging to him more tightly than ever.

“Hyung, just hold on a little longer.”

“Hnngh…”

As if waiting for permission, another moan escaped Doyoung’s lips.

The sound was so suggestive it made Beom Sinje’s eyes widen, his composure faltering.

“…Hyung?”

To make matters worse, Doyoung, who had earlier been trying to push him away, now gripped his arm tightly, pressing their bodies even closer together.

“Doyoung hyung, are you okay? Stay with me.”

Beom Sinje decided to assess him more thoroughly, leaning down to check his face.

But before he could get closer—

“…!”

Doyoung abruptly tilted his head up, and in the blink of an eye, their lips collided.

Beom Sinje froze, his mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

Doyoung’s lips moved insistently against his, pressing harder as if trying to communicate his desperation.

Beom Sinje instinctively tried to pull away, but Doyoung wouldn’t let him.

The kiss deepened, a warm tongue slipping into his mouth, tangling with his own.

The vivid sensation made Beom Sinje’s spine tingle.

His arms moved involuntarily, not to push Doyoung away, but to pull him closer, pressing their bodies together even more tightly.

“Ah… ahh… mm…”

Perhaps taking it as an affirmation, the fleshy heat pressing inward entwined itself with Beom Sinje’s tongue, capturing it completely.

The vivid sensation of their movements tangling and rolling together sent a sharp shiver down his spine.

Beom Sinje, panting for breath, moved his arms.

Instead of pushing the other away, his long arms wrapped tightly around their back, pulling them even closer.

“Mm, ah, ah… mmph!”

The haze in his mind felt as if a fuse had blown.

All that remained was the raw, unrestrained desire to lick, suck, and rub the fiery flesh that had invaded his mouth.

Beom Sinje’s thoughts, ensnared by instinct, ran wild.

He moved his tongue more aggressively than Doyoung had, greedily exploring every corner of his mouth.

He kissed with such fervor it felt as if he were devouring him, occasionally nibbling with a pressure that bordered on pain.

Deeper. More explicit. More intense.

The first kiss was unbearably sweet, like a flame spreading through his entire body, leaving it damp and heated.

Before he realized it, Beom Sinje became aware of the weight building in his lower body.

[Guildmaster, where are you? The cleanup team has arrived.]

At that moment, a businesslike voice pierced through the haze, snapping his senses back to reality.

His eyes widened, and the previously clouded gaze quickly regained focus.

“Haah… Hah… Hah… Huuuh…”

Doyoung looked up at him with tearful eyes, his lips and the surrounding area glistening with moisture.

He no longer had that usual languid yet dignified air; instead, he looked utterly disheveled.

And yet, even this side of him was captivating.

[Guildmaster!]

Ignoring the urgent voice calling him, Beom Sinje traced his thumb over Doyoung’s damp lips.

“More… More…”

Doyoung’s pleading, almost childlike insistence was dangerous.

The urge to touch him again surged uncontrollably.

But Beom Sinje clenched his eyes shut for a moment and forced himself to refocus.

This was a dungeon, surrounded by the corpses of fallen monsters.

The guild members were still calling out, awaiting his orders.

“Move in.”

He issued a curt command, looking down at the man he was still holding tightly.

Doyoung, in turn, peppered kisses along his jaw and the corners of his mouth.

“Again.”

Their eyes met, and Doyoung’s expression, as he begged for more, resembled that of a child.

But the intensity in his gaze and the wet, swollen state of his lips made it clear that his desires were far from innocent.

“Hyung, snap out of it. Doyoung hyung!”

Beom Sinje couldn’t hide his confusion.

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