IOS Ch 5

 

The bride’s taste is worth noting, he thought.

Anyway, it’s said that knowing both yourself and the enemy guarantees victory in any battle. This means that if you understand yourself and your opponent, you’re sure to win.

Kwon Yi-hyun would have to walk a tightrope between the god of disaster and the world. For that reason, analyzing the god of disaster’s tendencies and personality was a must.

And Kwon Yi-hyun had gotten fairly close to the correct answer.

‘It seems like he really enjoys someone who’s funny and cheeky… Is he the type who gets bored easily?’

If that was the case, there was no need to completely suppress his own personality. He decided it would be best to control his temper as though walking a tightrope. He’d throw away his pride and anything else when he had to kneel, but for now, it seemed okay to act a bit bold. Kwon Yi-hyun simply made this judgment, and while the fox yokai was eyeing him from top to bottom, he stood still with his arms spread wide.

He wasn’t doing it with any particular thought. He simply allowed the yokai to look at him as much as it wanted.

But then, something strange started creeping into the fox yokai’s gaze.

“You’re beautiful. You.”

“The bride is much more beautiful.”

“What did you say?”

“Since you called me the groom, aren’t you my bride, divine spirit?”

Kwon Yi-hyun said boldly, even though his cheeks were flushed with red makeup, wearing the wedding dress his aunt had made for him.

The god of disaster, unbothered by the gender, even shed a tear and laughed joyously.

“You’re teaching me a rare fact, that I can enjoy teasing you. But still, I’m not satisfied yet. So come here. The bride must see what her new groom is like.”

“Please play with me as much as you want, but return me to my place afterward.”

Kwon Yi-hyun said this boldly and awkwardly plopped himself down on the bed, sitting down in a way that didn’t match his words.

It was a timid action compared to his bold words. Another loud laugh broke out.

Then, when the laughter stopped, an awkward silence fell.

The fox yokai was looking at him without any concern, but as it goes with someone in a lower position when the superior remains silent, you can’t help but feel pressured. He had to say something.

“Hm. This is the marriage wine, right?”

“Yeah.”

“I heard it’s the wine the groom and bride drink together during the wedding.”

“Do you want a sip?”

“If you offer, I’d be happy to drink. But before that, there’s something I’d like to ask you, divine one.”

“Speak.”

“How should I address you?”

Kwon Yi-hyun asked this because he didn’t want to just call him ‘that person’ or ‘bride,’ and the god of disaster smiled, narrowing his eyes.

“Cha-cha.”

“Pardon?”

“Call me Cha-cha.”

Cha-cha…

That name was far too cute to belong to a god of disaster who could destroy the world.

Kwon Yi-hyun, for a moment, thought that the god was cute and hated himself for it, so he almost smacked his own head. But before he could do that, his wrist was firmly grabbed.

Was it time for a kiss? He thought this, but then something unexpected happened. Cha-cha, with eyes glowing like foxfire, glared at him.

“What are you…”

“Hmm?”

A brief, eerie silence passed. But then, Cha-cha closed his eyes as if suppressing his emotions, opened them again, and sweetly whispered, his face exhausted but still very, very sweet,

“Not even you are allowed to harm yourself. Understand? I’ll let it pass since it’s the first time. There won’t be a next time.”

At that, Kwon Yi-hyun became quite uneasy.

But Cha-cha seemed to be serious.

‘I shouldn’t push my luck on this.’

Kwon Yi-hyun nodded, acknowledging this.

And as soon as he did, Cha-cha’s attitude shifted instantly, and he smiled widely.

Kwon Yi-hyun found it hard to follow Cha-cha’s lead.

‘But what if this guy is difficult?’

What was truly hard to accept was the fact that there were real shamans in this world. So Kwon Yi-hyun didn’t care if the god’s name was Cha-cha, Bibi, or whatever. He was more concerned with matching the newly acquired bride’s taste.

‘Anyway, I was planning to get married eventually.’

It just came a little sooner than expected.

The mild-mannered Kwon Yi-hyun casually tossed aside the weighty matter of marriage with a remark like that and grabbed the gourd bottle containing the wedding wine, partly to cool off his frustration. He was about to tilt it and pour the drink into a cup when, all of a sudden, his chin was tugged and something soft bumped against his lips.

Something warm, damp, and velvety glided over his dry, rough skin—skin he’d never bothered to care for.

‘Oh, fuck.’

He got hard.

 

***

 

It all happened in an instant.

“……”

His chin had been yanked forward by the disaster god’s whim. Then, soft lips met his, and the honeymoon wine slowly trickled into his mouth. The alcohol content was higher than he’d expected. The burning sensation instantly scorched his throat. That alone was overstimulating, but the tongue that had delivered the wine immediately tangled with his before slipping out—only to drag him into another mouth.

In other words, into the disaster god’s mouth.

Smooch, schlurp…

As fingers that had been toying with his earlobe crept deeper, all external noise faded away, and every sound inside his body grew unbearably loud. The wet, sticky noises of their tongues and the dizzying sensation of being devoured made him lightheaded. Had he made a sound? A low, rough moan escaped, dissolving into the distance….

The fox yokai’s body was cold, but his mouth was scorching and wet enough to make Kwon Yihyun’s head throb. So Kwon Yihyun let it happen. Places he hadn’t even known were sensitive were rubbed and licked until his spine tingled. The soft, sweet mucous membrane squeezed and released like a lewd whisper, mercilessly stimulating every erogenous zone reachable through a kiss.

So… Kwon Yihyun got hard. Properly hard. His head spun from the heat, his cock swelling thickly against his pants. And this was just a kiss.

‘…Seriously, I got hard from just this?’

Goddamn it… Kwon Yi-hyun suddenly felt the urgent need to keep his knees neatly together. Not because he wanted to act like a demure groom. Still, getting a boner from a kiss because the bride was too good at it—didn’t that make him seem like some clueless virgin?

‘I don’t care if I’m the one topping or bottoming, but at least don’t treat me like I’ll cum in two seconds…’’

It was surprising to realize that even someone as generally laid-back as himself had his pride—especially when it came to things like this.

What drove him mad was that the one reaching out with sparkling eyes to thoroughly trample that one sliver of pride—was his bride…

“Ngh!”

“You’re already hard…”

Goddamn Cha-Cha didn’t even try to overlook the physiological reaction Kwon Yi-hyun was desperately trying to hide. Cha-Cha exhaled a hot breath and, with a sly smile and touch, gently stroked Kwon Yi-hyun’s thigh. His erection, already straining against the snug jeans, was now throbbing with discomfort. And when a hand roughly traced the ridge beneath the head—

No joke, he nearly came on the spot…

‘Fuck.’

No amount of excuses about being inexperienced with other people touching him could justify this.

Gritting his teeth and holding back his climax, Kwon Yi-hyun thought he couldn’t let Cha-Cha keep toying with him like this. He didn’t have time to come up with a plan. As his sensitive glans was being softly teased like a marble, instead of regaining his reason, Kwon Yi-hyun gave in to instinct and threw himself into it. And then a wave of overwhelming desire swept over him.

No, maybe it was more accurate to say he’d already been addicted. Right now, Kwon Yi-hyun was lusting after Cha-Cha. That’s why he wanted to see that smug, composed face flushed and panting, that infuriatingly relaxed expression shattered. For that, he reached out.

—Snap.

He grabbed Cha-cha’s fine white hair—not too roughly—then dug his fingers into his scalp like he was playing piano.

He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but he adjusted the angle of Cha-cha’s chin as if to kiss him—

Only to stop just before closing the distance.

Because Cha-cha was looking at him like he was saying, ‘Go on, try to play cute.’

‘…Annoying.’

His pride prickled, and his calculating nature reared its head. Even if he went in for the kiss now, would that really let him take the lead? Wouldn’t it just prove how inexperienced he was at kissing, like some damn virgin? For the first time, his pride took a hit. Kwon Yi-hyun, who never cared whether he was the one topping or bottoming, who was known for his bad temper, selfishness, and emotional detachment—was now fuming, not knowing what to do with his bruised ego.

He wanted to see this high-and-mighty yokai cry.

Kwon Yi-hyun laced his fingers through Cha-Cha’s hand that had been stroking him and pushed him down. Cha-Cha fell back onto the bed. It was a soft but firm, high-quality mattress, and Cha-Cha murmured, “Times really have changed. No risk of throwing out your back while having sex anymore,” casually revealing that, unlike Kwon Yi-hyun, he had quite a bit of experience. The guy really didn’t waver easily.

But what came next was different.

“Pick one. Am I the one getting fucked, or are you?”

Kwon Yi-hyun said as he lifted up the many layers of his red wedding robe. As he raised his arms, his upper body came into view. Though he’d lost weight recently from sleepless nights plagued by nightmares, Kwon Yi-hyun had always enjoyed working out. With the weight loss, the well-maintained, actor-like muscles stood out even more.

Up to that point, Cha-Cha just looked on with interest. But when Kwon Yi-hyun pulled a condom from the back pocket of his jeans under the wedding robe, for the first time, the fox-like eyes went wide with surprise.

“Oh, how modern.”

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. Anyway, shall I put it on for you? Or should I use it?”

“That was praise for your thorough preparation.”

“Sure. What can I say? My bride is just that pretty.”

“……”

Saying that, as if to explain that he couldn’t help but come prepared, intending to roll around all night because his bride was just that beautiful…

“So, what will it be? Shall I take you? Or…”

Kwon Yi-hyun tore open the condom wrapper.

“Shall I fuck you?”

For someone with such a composed face, he had plenty of obscene talent.