SANN | Chapter 3.3

Sieon’s constant teasing left Gureum feeling overwhelmed and flustered. He wasn’t used to being called cute—or any kind of compliment, really—and it left him defenseless.

“Gureum-ssi is an adult too now, though.”

“Ah… I guess so…”

“But?”

“…I still don’t feel like I’ve really grown up…”

“That’s common at your age. I felt the same when I was just 20.”

“You did…?”

“Yeah. Even now, people tell me I’m immature, haha.”

How could someone this cool be called immature? Gureum couldn’t believe it.

“Why? You’re so cool… I’m sure they’re just joking.”

“Oh? What’s so cool about me?”

“…Huh? Um, well…”

Every time Sieon pressed him, Gureum floundered. Sieon’s mischievous streak only grew.

“Are you trying to flirt with me, Gureum-ssi?”

“…Huh? No, I mean… that’s not…”

“So, saying I’m cool was a lie?”

“No…! I’m sorry…! I really meant it, but I wasn’t trying to…”

Hearing Gureum’s near-tearful stammering, Sieon finally let him off the hook. His voice, tinged with warmth, reassured him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop teasing you. Let’s get back to hunting.”

“…Oh…”

“I’ll leave all the items and money I collect for you.”

“You don’t have to…”

“Of course, I do. I barged in and interrupted your hunting.”

Sieon seemed to focus on hunting after that. Gureum, still flustered, crept closer to his character and cast another XP buff.

“Thanks.”

“…You’re welcome…”

In the eerie silence of That’s Code, the sporadic clacking of a keyboard was the only sound filling the decibels. Gureum swallowed dryly, wondering why everything had suddenly gone quiet and if he had done something wrong.

He was closely observing Chaesyongsyong’s character’s movements when he noticed something odd about them. It was a method Gureum sometimes resorted to after a long hunting session when he was too tired: setting all the key bindings to favor the right hand and using just one hand to hunt by assigning skills to the directional key and the support toggle above it. This setup would sometimes result in slightly unnatural movements.

“Could it be that you’re hunting with one hand? Are you that tired to have come in?” Gureum gathered his courage to speak when suddenly, a faint squelching noise came from somewhere. It was too soft to be certain, but it seemed like the sound of something wet making contact. Gureum thought nothing of it and opened his mouth again.

“Um… are you by any chance hunting with one hand…?”

“Hmm, how did you know? Yes, I am.”

“It looked like you were using a right-hand setting….”

“Sharp as always. Sigh….”

Gureum decided to ask one more thing, concerned he might be overexerting himself.

“Are you very tired…?”

“Ha, no. I’m actually so energized I could burst, really.”

“Then… did you hurt your left hand?”

“Um… you could say that.”

“Yikes! What should we do…? You should stop hunting….”

Gureum was startled and implored Sieon to stop, as it was terrible that he was still hunting despite the injury.

“Ah, it’s fine. It’ll probably heal by tomorrow.”

His voice was unusually subdued, and he took deep breaths between sentences, clearly in distress, yet Sieon kept denying it. Gureum, shaking his head though he couldn’t see, tried to persuade him again.

“Oh no… What if it gets worse later…?”

“Are you that worried about me?”

“…Yes.”

Gureum’s voice trembled with sincerity.

Damn it, fuck.

Sieon tried to maintain his composure. From the moment Gureum first spoke up, his brain had already gone haywire. As evidence, his erection throbbed vigorously.

Yeah. Sieon had to painfully admit one thing.

Honestly, his voice was fucking hot. The hottest damn voice he had heard from any guy. As ridiculous as it was for him to stand it from some nerd he hadn’t even met. Once, twice, maybe it was three times.

Sieon looked down at his left hand, where the melted gel had mixed. Even in his large hand, his erection was boiling hot. It was laughably pathetic.

He had been satiating his sexual desires like handling a job in a restroom, grabbing anyone attractive, for years now. And here he was, jerking off to the voice of a faceless guy cooped up in his room. What an utterly disgraceful act.

Fuck, should have recorded it. With a short regret, Sieon calmly smoothed over his erection.

“It’s okay. Just a slight burn.”

It wasn’t a lie. He had indeed been burning up just then. Unaware of the current situation, Gureum continued to express his concern.

“Yikes! Did you hurt yourself badly?”

“Yes. Uh… just a little on the finger. Don’t worry.”

“Oh… still, make sure to apply the ointment thoroughly….”

“How thoughtful of you. Will do, thoroughly.”

Something white and creamy was indeed dripping down his hand. It looked like he would need a few more sessions to cool off.

Gureum, from beyond the screen, could never have dreamed that the person on the other end was vigorously shaking his dick to his voice. Sieon found his innocent worry over his finger utterly arousing. Thus, he couldn’t possibly turn off That’s Code. Sieon then asked Gureum for a favor.

“Gureum-ssi, may I ask you for a favor?”

“Oh, yes…!”

“I’m going to step away to the restroom for a bit. Could you keep my character from dying?”

“Yes…! Go ahead…”

“Thank you.”

Sieon used the excuse of going to the restroom to turn off his microphone and leaned back in his chair. He turned up the volume to its maximum, fearing he might catch a hint of Gureum’s breathing. Of course, going to the restroom was a blatant lie. Sieon then opened a tube of gel lying on the desk and squeezed it into his left hand. He was about to masturbate seriously.

Despite the numerous men he could easily have, the intensity of his sexual urge was rare. To Sieon, sexual desire was one of the most bothersome urges.

If only he could have been a body capable of celibacy. Sieon’s libido made him irritable when it built up. He would have felt relieved to just get it over with anywhere, but such experiences were rare for him.

His acquaintances often joked that his dick was as fussy as its owner. Whenever they did, Sieon scoffed. Surely he was better than those who’d eat anything they picked up, he sincerely thought so.

He’d be the laughing stock if anyone saw him now. Of course, he had nothing to say. Sieon couldn’t understand his own condition either.

Gureum was probably still hunting in the field, guarding his character out of a sense of duty, even if he didn’t return for hours. That, in itself, was arousing. Sieon clenched his teeth. His brain and dick had definitely gone insane.

“Phew…….”

Next to Chaesyongsyong, planted in the middle of the field, Gureum’s character periodically approached to fill up HP. Although it wasn’t necessary since the auto-potion setting was on, he diligently used the skill anyway. It was incredibly cute.

“Haah….”

His heated breath softly exhaled.

As time passed, he felt the climax approaching. Sieon bit his lip and threw his head back. Hot semen burst forth into his hand. After a few repetitions, the seed soaked his pants and underwear, making everything damp. There was a lot of it, and his erection was still rigid.

Normally, he would have to suppress the intense irritation of a persistent erection. He would have continued with reluctant sex, maintaining the discomfort. The sensation in his lower body still felt heavy. But….

Sieon let out a hollow laugh.

“Ha, really me…”

Despite everything, it felt embarrassingly light.

It just wouldn’t do to leave it like this. Sieon bit his lip hard again. Soon, he firmly resolved to see this young man with his own two eyes.