SANN | Chapter 11.2

Ultimately, he decided to go for it, clumsily jumping forward. The slippery ground sent him tumbling into holes repeatedly, and if Sieon’s snowballs hit, climbing out would become impossible. Gureum carefully watched the situation, trying to climb back up—but no snowballs came his way.

[Battle][Yangyangyang] Miss Cutie Her: That insane ahjussi—
[Battle][Yangyangyang] Miss Cutie Her: He’s only targeting everyone except Heize. What the hell is this favoritism?!
[Battle][Yangyangyang] Hong Jalla: But Heize’s already fallen into a hole?
[Battle][Parallax] 1st Base 2nd Frame: Looks like he just fell on his own… I saw it.
[Battle][Yangyangyang] Hong Jalla: See? Total favoritism.

Gureum began to notice it too. Not once had Sieon thrown a snowball at him. Embarrassed, he somehow became the only member of Yangyangyang to clear the antlion pit. Cheered on by his guildmates, Gureum pressed forward.

[Battle][Yangyangyang] SlurpSlurp: Heize, at least you run!ㅠㅠㅠ
[Battle][Yangyangyang] FluffyFluff: Kekeke, run, Heize! We’ve already screwed up this week’s guild points, but at least Heize can finish~~
[Battle][Yangyangyang] Hong Jalla: You’re the youngest, so it’s your job to make up for your husband’s failure, kekeke.
[Battle][Yangyangyang] hazeee: I’m sorryㅠㅠ….

Feeling the weight of his guild’s expectations, Gureum kept trying. He finally made it past the snowy area, where the ground was no longer slippery. He might actually make it to the goal if he stayed focused. Determined, Gureum gritted his teeth and charged forward.

Sieon, watching him from the side, smirked and muttered, “Wow, our Gureum is so dedicated to his noonas….”

“T-That’s not it…” Gureum stammered.

“How much are you planning to cry later?” Sieon teased.

Gureum, at a loss for words, pressed his lips tightly together like a mute who’d swallowed honey. He couldn’t help but regret joining a guild in the first place. He had never imagined things would turn out like this.

The countdown dropped below three minutes, but Yangyangyang’s goal count remained at zero. It was utterly disastrous.

[Battle][Parallax] Chaesyongsyong: Seems like you’re not backing down. Guess we’ll see each other again next week. ^^
[Battle][Yangyangyang] SlurpSlurp: Keep this up, and we’ll target Parallax for terror attacks too. ㅡㅡ
[Battle][Parallax] Chaesyongsyong: Feel free to try~ ^^

Sieon, with nothing to lose and even less to care about, responded with brazen nonchalance. He was completely indifferent to the potential damage his actions might cause his guildmates.

Feeling torn as he glanced nervously between both sides, Gureum finally mustered the courage to speak. He realized that if he didn’t act, nothing would change.

[Battle][Yangyangyang] hazeee: After this battle, please just kick me out, Miss Cutie Her…ㅠㅠ I’m really sorry….
[Battle][Yangyangyang] Miss Cutie Her: Sigh…ㅇㅅㅇ
[Battle][Yangyangyang] Miss Cutie Her: Ugh, I really don’t want to let go of my sweet Heizzy… •︿• Sigh~….
[Battle][Yangyangyang] hazeee: ㅠㅠ….

Perhaps moved by Gureum’s pitiful position in the middle, Miss Cutie Her continued to sigh.

[Battle][Yangyangyang] Miss Cutie Her: Ugh, fine… Since Hazeee is struggling, I’ll be the bigger person. Sigh. Unlike that ahjussi, I’m an adult.
[Battle][Yangyangyang] Miss Cutie Her: I’ll kick out one of my alt accounts to make room for you. ㄱㅇㅅㅇr
[Battle][Parallax] Pmoss: Oh.
[Battle][Yangyangyang] SlurpSlurp: Normally, we don’t accept guys ranked top 3 or higher, but fine. Consider it a favor. ㅡㅡ
[Battle][Yangyangyang] Meowmeowmeowmeowmeow: Kekekeke, for real.
[Battle][Parallax] 1st Base 2nd Frame: (Breaking news) All male Parallax members fail to qualify for Yangyangyang recruitment.
[Battle][Yangyangyang] FluffyFluff: LOL, I was joking when I called Parallax a trash guild, but turns out it’s true.

Just as Gureum finally reached the goal, the match timer ran out with only a minute left. Unfortunately, the battle ended before he could score. The moment the match concluded, Sieon opened the guild menu and hit the Leave Guild button without hesitation. There wasn’t the slightest hint of reluctance as he left the guild he’d been part of for so long.

[General Chat] Pmoss: Farewell, Cha hyung….
[General Chat] Chaesyongsyong: It’s been fun. ^^

Reluctantly, Miss Cutie Her removed her alt character from the guild and sent Sieon an invitation. Moments later, the Yangyangyang tag appeared beneath Chaesyongsyong’s character.

Introducing the new guild member was clearly not a joyous occasion for Miss Cutie Her, whose mood had hit rock bottom.

[Guild Chat] Miss Cutie Her: Everyone.
[Guild Chat] Miss Cutie Her: We’ve been defeated….

Sieon grinned victoriously, his mouth stretching wide with satisfaction.

[Guild Chat] Juingjju: ??? What’s this? Suddenly Chaesyongsyong-nim??
[Guild Chat] KoyaIsMisunderstood: Wait, did you follow Heize-nim here? Nice to meet you~
[Guild Chat] Miss Cutie Her: Ahjussi, it’s mandatory to join our That’s Code group chat and group chatroom. I’ve sent you the link.

“That’s Code? Group chat…?”

The smug grin plastered on Sieon’s face faltered as he turned abruptly to Gureum.

“Gureum, hand me your phone.”

“Yes, yes…!”

Gureum hurriedly fetched his phone and handed it over. Sieon, whose fingerprint was already registered, unlocked it easily. He hadn’t checked Gureum’s phone before because he trusted he wouldn’t be up to anything suspicious. But now, seeing this cheeky behavior, Sieon wondered if this was why kids couldn’t be left unsupervised.

Sieon tapped into what appeared to be the guild’s group chatroom. His sharp gaze swept over the messages, from the initial greetings to the present. Gureum hadn’t said much in the chat, but it still irritated Sieon.

“So, our little Gureum… secretly joined a group chat full of noonas and didn’t tell me? How impressive.”

“T-That’s… I’m sorry, really…”

“You were so jealous, worried I might meet someone else. And yet here’s our Gureum… Haaah.”

Letting out a deep sigh, Sieon pressed his fingers to his forehead. Gureum fidgeted nervously, unsure where to look.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t think it through. I never had bad intentions, hyung…”

“…….”

When Sieon stayed silent, Gureum grabbed onto the hem of his shirt desperately.

“…Please… punish me.”

“…What?”

“Until your anger goes away… please punish me….”

Sieon let out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. Standing stiff as a board, Gureum fiddled nervously with his fingers. Sieon wrapped a firm arm around Gureum’s waist, pulling him onto his lap. Leaning in close, he whispered softly yet firmly in Gureum’s ear.

“I’m not angry, Gureum. I’m jealous.”

“…But still, you’re upset…”

“Do you want to be punished, Gureum? Should hyung punish you, hmm?”

Sieon brushed back the soft hair covering Gureum’s forehead, planting a light kiss there before locking eyes with him. Gureum’s gaze wavered for a moment before he nodded ever so slightly.

“Yes… please punish me….”

His lowered lashes quivered with tension. Seeing Gureum’s flushed cheeks, Sieon’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. Perhaps realizing the unwavering affection Sieon held for him, Gureum seemed less fearful of punishment and more… expectant.

Ah, how much would he need to cry to feel satisfied? Sieon chuckled, lifting Gureum gently into his arms.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

The command was forceful, but Gureum’s fingers unbuttoning his pajama top were tender. Yet, the hand pushing his back to the bed was relentless.

Leaning against the bed’s headboard, Gureum awkwardly spread his legs. The position exposed his genitals and perineum blatantly, making his shoulders involuntarily shrink.

“Seon Gureum. Spread your legs properly.”

“…Yes…”

Sieon, who had brought the gel, casually tapped the inside of Gureum’s thighs. Gureum squinted his eyes and spread his legs as far as he could.

“If you close them, you’ll get it worse. Just hold your legs like that.”

“Yes, yes…”

Gureum firmly held his legs in place. Sieon promptly began to squirt the gel into his palm. As the gel melted a bit, Sieon’s fingers mercilessly sliced through Gureum’s hole.

“Aah…!”

Suddenly, two of Sieon’s thick fingers invaded at once. Gureum gritted his teeth and clung to his spreading legs.

The fingers relentlessly widened the hole, and sloppy sounds emanated from below. Tears started to seep from Gureum’s eyes. Seeing this, Sieon clicked his tongue and scolded him.

“Why are you crying already? What did you even do?”

“Sorry, sorry… uh-huh…”

Gureum quickly tried to wipe his tears. Sieon grabbed his wrist and forced him to hold his legs again.

“Does wiping away the tears mean it never happened? Just leave it.”

Sieon smirked askew, stuck out his tongue, and licked up Gureum’s tears. Biting into his soft cheek was a bonus.

“Uh, uhng… ah…”

It wasn’t the pain that brought the tears; it was the overwhelming shame from his exposed position, as if he was begging for the act.

Fingers filled the hole, increasing to three. Gureum’s hands clutching his thighs trembled. Sieon’s thick fingers plunged deep and ruthlessly mashed his apex, forcing strength into his buttocks.

Sieon quickly grabbed Gureum by the lower back and yanked him downward. Gureum’s upper body helplessly followed Sieon’s strength downward. Sieon slapped Gureum’s cheeks hard; a slapping noise echoed.

“Ah…! Ahhh…”

“Relax.”

“Uh… Yes…”

Gureum obediently nodded and relaxed. Inside, the fingers became four. The tight sensation made Gureum cry more tears. Sieon savored the sight of the crying Gureum, a wicked thirst growing within him.

“Face down.”

Instead of tasting something else, Sieon briefly commanded. Gureum clumsily turned around. His position was awkward.

“Can’t you understand what I’m saying? Lift your waist and spread your buttocks.”

“Uhuhuk… Sorry, sorry… Uh-huh…”

Sieon guided him to spread his buttocks, revealing the quivering hole, which made Gureum’s chest heave. As if the demanding attitude of Sieon was overwhelming him, a wave of sorrow seemed to rush in.

He really was like a child. Sieon, holding back a laugh, reached out and pinched Gureum’s cheek, shaking it—a frequent action when Gureum looked cute, though it felt oddly out of place before sex. But unexpectedly pinched, Gureum seemed rather relieved.

“Stop being so cute.”

“Um…”

Gureum, momentarily feeling pathetic, buried his head deep into the pillow. His ears peeking out from behind were flushing.

Sieon grabbed Gureum’s wrists that were holding his buttocks and pulled his pelvis closer to himself. Gureum, rubbing his face against the pillow and unaware of Sieon’s intentions, just sniffled. Sieon then buried his nose between Gureum’s buttocks.

“Uh, huak…! Hyung…?”

“Stay still.”

Chup chup, the explicit sounds filled the air. He chewed on the tender perineum and swept through the split with his tongue. Then naturally, his tongue pushed into the hole. The soft flesh clung to Sieon’s tongue. It was a fantasy.

“Uh-huk, hyung… there…”

“Quiet. Adults are eating.”

Sieon forced Gureum’s chattering mouth shut as he greedily lapped inside with his tongue. The sensation of the tongue inside was vividly felt. Gureum shivered; it was chilling. Clenched fists and tears that had just stopped began to pour again.

“Hu-up, eung… eut…”

“Look at the hole twitching. What’s so tasty, huh?”

“Uh, ahh… it’s ticklish…”

“Ha. Ticklish? Is my tongue too small to satisfy?”

Sieon chuckled and pulled back his head. He smeared the remaining gel on his dick. The slightly opened hole also received a pour of gel as Sieon tapped Gureum’s buttocks. The sniffing Gureum turned to look at Sieon.

“Then put it in yourself.”

“…Yes?”

“It’s ticklish, right? Shouldn’t you be scraping it with hyung’s dick?”

“How, how…”

Flustered, Gureum sat beside Sieon, who was leaning against the bed head and casually tapping his pelvis.

“Come up.”

Gureum cautiously positioned himself above Sieon. Gureum’s soft buttocks rubbed against Sieon’s erect dick. However, that was all. The heavy glans couldn’t enter and merely split the wet buttocks apart. Sieon immediately frowned.

“Baby. Are you playing? Grab the dick shaft and swallow it.”

“Ah… sorry…”

As Sieon watched his clumsy movements and scolded him, shame surged over him. Biting his lip, Gureum carefully grabbed Sieon’s dick shaft and aimed it below the hole. The thick shaft, slippery from the gel, kept sliding out of his hand.

After several failed entry attempts, a disheartened Gureum drooped his eyebrows and spoke to Sieon.

“Uh-huk… it won’t go in, hyung…”

With Sieon’s silent response, fearing another scolding, Gureum desperately tried to force the dick inside. Without relaxing, he awkwardly lowered his buttocks onto the glans tip. Watching the clumsy attempt, Sieon eventually raised his hand. Slap! A harsh touch once again flew over Gureum’s buttocks.

“Uh…! Hup… uh-huh…”

“Would you get hurt if you put it in like that?”

“I’d, I’d get hurt…”

“Knowing that, why do it? Huh?”

With the friction heating Gureum’s buttocks, Sieon gripped and kneaded them briefly. At this rate, it seemed it would take all day just to insert the dick.