TGHD Ch 51

His insides kept itching. Having experienced consecutive pleasures for the first time, he couldn’t tell if this was a normal reaction. His stomach churned, making his whole body tremble. Was this the residual heat after release, or was his body heating up again…? Confused, Ryubeom glanced at Yeohwi.

Yeohwi, having taken the towel, was wiping his face nonchalantly. Then, meeting Ryubeom’s eyes, he reached out his hand as if to say it was okay. Ryubeom couldn’t take his eyes off the approaching hand, filled with some strange anticipation.

Flinching at the light flick on his nose, a habit Yeohwi often did when playing around, Ryubeom was startled.

“It’s really okay, so don’t worry.”

“Huh? No, I…”

“If the young master is satisfied, then that’s fortunate. Shouldn’t I keep that as an honor?”

“Don’t keep that as an honor…”

At Yeohwi’s exaggerated expression, Ryubeom recoiled. To consider that mess an honor? Given how much white fluid was splattered all over his face…

As Ryubeom unconsciously recalled that sight, he stiffened, and Yeohwi stood up.

“Anyway, shall we head back? It’s getting late.”

“…Huh?”

“Come on, take my hand.”

Thinking Ryubeom couldn’t stand up on his own, Yeohwi took his hand and led him. And indeed, when Ryubeom took a step, he staggered, confirming Yeohwi’s assumption as he carefully supported him. Yeohwi also naturally adjusted Ryubeom’s disheveled clothes.

After escorting him to the villa’s door, Yeohwi peacefully said goodbye.

“You’ll sleep well.”

“…”

“You worked hard today. See you tomorrow.”

With a peck on his forehead, Ryubeom, almost in a trance, followed Yeohwi’s words, heading towards the Cheon family while rubbing his forehead.

Although he habitually followed Yeohwi’s words, there was a strange sense of injustice. But then, he quickly suppressed his thoughts when he remembered what he had done to Yeohwi’s face at the end.

A subtle heat lingered in his stomach, feeling like a residue.

Ryubeom tried to ignore it.

The next day.

The Cheon family was as busy as ever. The clan members were bustling around to perfect the mansion that was in its final stages of completion, and Ryubeom had to check the numerous reports coming in. The collateral relatives were submitting dozens of business proposals to impress the new head. Ryubeom, also needing to win their favor, couldn’t skim through them casually.

Over the past few days, Ryubeom had learned to manage the clan at a rapid pace under Cheon Hoyeon’s guidance. Since she had practically managed the clan as the second in command, she was the perfect teacher. Thanks to her, Ryubeom’s skills grew quickly, but…

Today, Cheon Ryubeom couldn’t concentrate properly.

He seemed to be reading documents, but he was holding the papers upside down, and even bumped into a pillar while heading to the banquet table. His actions seemed a bit off.

“You don’t seem well today. You must be very tired.”

Cheon Hoyeon knew Ryubeom had been pushing himself too hard. She felt proud of how well he had kept up so far and decided he should take a rest for about three days. She even felt sorry seeing his dazed expression.

After lunch, during the free time given, Ryubeom headed to the villa. Whether he considered the villa a place of rest or if he was there to meet someone, it wasn’t clear.

Arriving early at the villa, Ryubeom waited anxiously. Before he knew it, evening arrived, and Yeohwi showed up.

Seeing Ryubeom there first, Yeohwi greeted him with surprise.

“You look exhausted today. Even worse than yesterday…”

Cheon Ryubeom looked unwell. His face was somewhat blank, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Yeohwi, concerned, placed a hand on Ryubeom’s forehead to check for fever.

“You really have a slight fever.”

“… Huh?”

“Did you catch a cold? No, a tiger being wouldn’t get sick from something like that. Hmm, then maybe it’s because you’ve been overworking…”

Overwork can lead to flu-like symptoms, so Yeohwi worried based on that assumption. Only after hearing Yeohwi’s words did Ryubeom realize he had a fever, touching his own forehead in disbelief. But he was certain this wasn’t the fever or cold Yeohwi was talking about.

Last night, Cheon Ryubeom couldn’t sleep.

Every time he closed his eyes, memories from the villa kept surfacing. He tossed and turned, feeling the sensations left in his body. By the time dawn broke, he was even more puzzled about how Yeohwi could casually say goodbye.

Even now, Yeohwi was checking his condition with a very calm expression. He didn’t look like someone who hadn’t slept, nor did he seem tired. As if what happened yesterday was nothing.

Yet, he had seemed annoyed when Ryubeom asked if he should forget yesterday’s events…!

In the end, Ryubeom brought it up with a grumpy face.

“I couldn’t sleep after you left yesterday.”

“Hmm? Usually, you sleep well after satisfying your desires.”

But Yeohwi responded very calmly. He didn’t look particularly flustered.

“Were you that shocked at the end? It wasn’t really that surprising…”

Moreover, he even speculated that the reason for Ryubeom’s insomnia might be the moment he was most shocked the previous day. Ryubeom was left speechless. He had thought Yeohwi was intentionally acting as if nothing had happened, but it seemed that wasn’t the case, which he should consider good news.

Suddenly, the memory of that moment came back, and Ryubeom quickly averted his gaze, focusing on the documents as if to escape the itchy feeling in his stomach. In reality, there was no more work to be done today, and despite having been granted a three-day break, he tried to change the subject by pretending to be busy.

However, the problem was that the documents in Ryubeom’s hand were the same ones from yesterday. Normally, after Cheon Hoyeon reviewed the proposals Yeohwi prepared, Ryubeom would discuss the next steps, but this time, with the given rest, that part was naturally omitted.

Yeohwi glanced at the documents and tilted his head in confusion.

“Are you putting off the alliance matters because of busy clan affairs?”

“Oh, no, it’s not that… My aunt told me to think about it again.”

“Is that so? Hmm, I prepared these considering the tiger clan’s business trends. Are you trying to make some changes this time?”

Since the Cheon family was pursuing overall innovation, Yeohwi nodded, assuming they were rethinking the strategy. Without questioning the awkward excuse, he smoothly suggested various other directions.

Meanwhile, Ryubeom’s eyes kept wandering to odd places. Despite Yeohwi being seriously engaged in work, Ryubeom could only focus on one thing.

He couldn’t take his eyes off Yeohwi’s red lips as they moved. The way they pressed together when choosing words, and the glimpse of the tongue between them when they parted.

Ryubeom felt his mouth go dry. He grew increasingly nervous. Then, at one moment, the red lips in his sight slowly curved into a smile.

“Young master, you’ve been staring at my lips all day.”

“Huh, what?”

“From the moment I opened the door and entered until now. You can’t take your eyes off them.”

Startled by Yeohwi’s words, Ryubeom cautiously asked while trying to gauge his reaction.

“…Did you know?”

“It would be harder not to notice.”

Yeohwi was surprised that Ryubeom tried to hide it, thinking the obvious staring was a signal for attention.

Ryubeom didn’t know how to explain himself. Or rather, there was no explanation for this situation. He had indeed been staring at Yeohwi’s lips since the moment they met.

Even usually, Ryubeom sometimes thought Yeohwi’s lips were beautiful, but today, he was captivated, engraving every movement of those lips in his mind. How the corners of the mouth lift when he smiles, how the wrinkles of the lips stretch when they relax…

Then, he recalled how Yeohwi’s lips had moved yesterday, right beneath him.

“…”

Seeing Ryubeom’s face turn bright red, Yeohwi smiled his usual smile. Ah, that smile when he’s in a good mood. The corners of his mouth slightly lifting as his lips relaxed. Even after being pointed out, Ryubeom couldn’t take his eyes off those lips.

Yeohwi gently bumped his forehead against Ryubeom’s.

“Instead of just looking at my lips, could you look at my eyes too?”

“Huh?”

“Seems like now is the moment I should take care of you…”

Yeohwi kissed him, reflecting on his shortcomings from the day before. With a playful whisper, he promised not to let such an awkward feeling happen again since Ryubeom had to hold him first. Ah, with a sigh, Yeohwi’s tongue slipped into Ryubeom’s parted mouth.

His hand gently cupped Ryubeom’s cheek, deepening the kiss. The sensation of their lips rubbing together sent shivers through his entire body. Unconsciously, Ryubeom wrapped his arms around Yeohwi’s neck, leaning closer.

Their breaths mingled as their tongues intertwined. Warm, wet… Reflexively, the sensations from yesterday came back to Ryubeom, making him move his hips.

Just from a kiss, his excitement seemed to have been waiting, blood rushing downwards. His trousers bulged instantly. As he inhaled sharply, Yeohwi pulled back to check below.

Before Ryubeom could decide how to react, Yeohwi kissed his eyelids. His vision was filled with those red lips.

“There must be a reason you kept looking at my lips, right?”

The curved lips soon disappeared from his sight. Seeing Yeohwi lower his head, Ryubeom flinched and tried to back away, but Yeohwi grabbed his thigh. Then, he lowered his body and pressed his lips gently against Ryubeom’s waistband.

Even before removing his clothes, the touch alone made Ryubeom’s spine tingle with tension. “Hngh,” Yeohwi noted Ryubeom’s stiff reaction, chuckling softly as he unbuckled with his teeth. He took out Ryubeom’s erection, which was already leaking fluid at the tip, and took it into his mouth.

Aware of Ryubeom’s gaze, Yeohwi kissed the tip repeatedly, then slowly took it in, his lips sliding obliquely along the shaft.

“Ah…”

The moan that escaped Ryubeom was wet with pleasure. His thighs trembled with tension, but he didn’t move much beyond that. Despite the situation being easy to escape since there was no wall behind him like yesterday, he blankly watched Yeohwi’s actions.

In this sitting position, with Yeohwi kneeling before him, lowering himself to lick his erection, it was shockingly lewd. The sensation of hot mucous wrapping around him was chilling. A tingling satisfaction spread from his lower back to the back of his head.

Perhaps he had been longing for this all day, the realization clear and undeniable, despite how embarrassing it was.

“Ha, uh, uh…”

Accepting that desire, pleasure flooded him like a reward. It felt like his lower part was swelling even more tightly. Even though it was an embarrassing situation, because Yeohwi handled it so nonchalantly, Ryubeom became more and more honest. His hand gripping Yeohwi’s hair moved with urgency.

In response, Yeohwi sucked him deeply, making strong suction sounds. Slurp, suck… The liquid sounds from beneath his tongue were obscenely loud. The heat in his stomach, which had been building since last night, suddenly intensified, and Ryubeom could no longer hold back his impulses.

“Ah, huh…!”

Instinctively, his hips moved. Whether reacting to the stimulation or seeking even deeper sensations, he couldn’t tell. His once restrained reason had crumbled by now.

The sensation of Yeohwi’s nose rubbing against his stomach was chillingly good. “Mmm, uh…” Yeohwi’s low sighs from below made his head spin. After a brief pause, Yeohwi gripped his thighs more firmly, lowering his head deeper. Ryubeom’s hips bucked again.

“Ha, ah, wait, this, this isn’t what I, ah…!”

His broken reason screamed from the corner of his mind, but he had no attention to spare. His heated body was blindly chasing after the stimulation.

Before he knew it, Ryubeom was half-leaning back, his lower body lifted off the ground, with Yeohwi supporting his hips. Despite the unfamiliarity of entrusting his body to another, Ryubeom only chased the dizzying sensation, thrusting into the wet, tight space, causing sparks in his vision.

Moans soaked with pleasure kept escaping from his mouth. He wished Yeohwi would either stop him or hold his thighs more firmly. The tighter Yeohwi’s grip, the more his throat constricted around him. It felt like he would melt. His panting breaths turned into cries of pleasure.

Soon, with his whole body heating up, Ryubeom reached his climax much faster than the day before. Urgently, he tried to push Yeohwi away.

“Hah, ah, I, I’m going to come. Take it out of your mouth. Huh! I, I’m coming…!”

Clutching at the fragments of his sanity, he shouted. But Yeohwi didn’t pull away; instead, he buried his head deeper, sucking harder. The overly sensitive part couldn’t withstand the stimulation. Ryubeom thrashed about before trembling violently.

The feeling of the throat tightening around the tip and the sensation of swallowing something was vividly transmitted. Each gulp made the end of his erection twitch.

“Why would you swallow that…”

With a bright red face, Ryubeom whimpered, covering his eyes with his hands, wanting to deny what had just happened, feeling too embarrassed. He could only reflect on what he had done now.

Slowly, Yeohwi lowered Ryubeom’s lower body back down. Ryubeom shot him a look of unjustified resentment, turning his head away when he saw Yeohwi wipe his glistening lips with the back of his hand. It was too erotic a sight.

“I said I’d take good care of you. It’s less hassle to release inside than outside.”

Last night, when Ryubeom was embarrassed while wiping off the semen, Yeohwi casually continued, saying he ensured such an event wouldn’t happen again. With this shocking explanation, Ryubeom’s mouth hung open as Yeohwi smiled with his eyes, gently reaching out his hand.

The touch that smoothed Ryubeom’s disheveled hair on his forehead was gentle. As Yeohwi’s hand touched him, Ryubeom reflexively felt good, intoxicated by the languid pounding of his heart. Unconsciously, he rubbed his cheek against Yeohwi’s palm. Yeohwi’s low laughter seemed to fall onto Ryubeom’s chest, thumping, thumping, like it was beating throughout his body.

Strangely, his stomach ached. Ryubeom could now somewhat guess the sensation he felt last night. Yes, this was something close to excitement or anticipation…

But then, Yeohwi’s hand pulled away.

“Get some rest now. You look too tired today.”

“…?”

“Even with the stamina of a tiger being, you shouldn’t overdo it. You must have been busy every day lately.”

His voice was very kind, emphasizing that mental stress shouldn’t be overlooked and that rest was important. Ryubeom blinked in a daze as Yeohwi casually helped him put his trousers back on.

Why does that sound come out now? While he was glad that Yeohwi was concerned about him, the fact that it was in this situation made something bubble up inside him.

And above all, this dry, retreating attitude now…

With a sudden move, Ryubeom sat up, grabbing Yeohwi’s collar. His knuckles turned white from how tightly he was holding on. Despite the intensity of his grip, he only managed to move his lips several times before finally, with difficulty, asking a question. His amber eyes trembled.

“…Doesn’t Yeohwi get excited?”

It was a feeling of dissonance he’d noticed since yesterday. When Yeohwi was helping him with his arousal by hand, and even when he took it into his mouth to resolve it, Yeohwi showed no reaction. He just accepted everything calmly as if it was something that needed to be done, part of his service.

While that reaction made Ryubeom more honest, he was now frustrated, and he even felt a sense of grievance because he couldn’t sense the same heat from Yeohwi. It felt like only he was reacting to Yeohwi.

He hadn’t been able to sleep last night because he was thinking about him!

Though Cheon Ryubeom wouldn’t feel physically strained from missing one night’s sleep, right now, he felt as if he had suffered a great loss.

Ryubeom’s feelings were clearly written on his face, making Yeohwi sigh softly.

“Hmm, how should I explain this…”

“…Am I not exciting enough because I’m too young? Not even in your eyes?”

“…What?”

As soon as Ryubeom asked that question, he seemed to accept it as truth and drooped his head. Yeohwi, looking flustered, lifted his face with both hands.

The emotions swirling in those amber eyes were like tears, shimmering. His eyes were already red from the aftermath of his arousal moments ago.

Yeohwi sighed and pulled Ryubeom into an embrace. To soothe Ryubeom, who was riding the waves of emotion, he gently patted his back.

“Haah. I can’t say I don’t notice your youth, but to be exact, I’m careful because of it. And…”

This explanation, which he didn’t expect to give, came out in a self-deprecating murmur. He chose his words carefully before finally revealing the honest truth to Ryubeom.

“To explain in detail… um, due to racial reasons, I don’t get excited easily.”

“…Fox beings don’t get excited?”

“Should I say we don’t react much because we are born with instinctive knowledge about such matters? To illustrate, consider the combat abilities of tiger beings. A human who has just learned to fight might be full of bravado, eager to prove their strength, but you’re not like that, right? Because you already know you’re strong, you become more cautious.”

He used an example to help understand. It wasn’t that he was deliberately acting indifferent to push Ryubeom away, but rather, due to his race, he could remain calm.

“Since I know everything, my threshold for excitement is higher, and my patience is strong.”

“…”

“More importantly, once a fox being goes into heat, it doesn’t subside easily. There are individuals who enjoy casual sex, but even that is more like entertainment than a deep reaction.”

Yeohwi’s explanation continued calmly. Ryubeom slowly blinked, showing that he understood.

If Yeohwi were to challenge him to a fight, Ryubeom would never try to get excited. When tiger beings fully engage in combat, they lose their reason and can devastate an area. So, to prevent such a disaster, he would try to take Yeohwi’s attacks as lightly as possible.

But as they say, the mind and emotions, the head and heart, operate separately. Even though Ryubeom understood, he remained dissatisfied and felt a rebellion rising within him. He couldn’t shake the thought that Yeohwi was calm because he didn’t meet his ‘standard.’

He wished Yeohwi would react to him. He wanted him to be flustered, to yearn for him desperately, for that calm and serene face to distort… His thoughts were heading in an extreme direction. Normally, he would be shocked at himself and regain his composure, but now, his stubbornness surged.

To break that reason…

Cheon Ryubeom had always shown a consistent attitude when solving problems. He didn’t know how to retreat.

Ryubeom’s silence continued, and Yeohwi leaned back to look at his face, concerned that he might really be crying from sadness.

“Did you understand what I said?”

He gently asked while wiping Ryubeom’s eyes, remembering how Ryubeom had enjoyed this touch earlier, so he stroked under his eyes more tenderly.

Without a word, Ryubeom extended both arms, seeking an embrace. Yeohwi chuckled softly and willingly hugged him back. When Cheon Ryubeom acted like this, he found him very cute. He held Ryubeom tightly, almost trapping him in his embrace, and kissed his head. From within the robe, Ryubeom looked peacefully buried, but…

Crunch, a sharp sound came from his neck.

Startled, Yeohwi pushed Ryubeom away from his embrace. Blood trickled down his neck. But he was more shocked by the blood on Ryubeom’s lips than by the fact that he had been attacked.

“What, what is this…”

Yeohwi quickly inserted his finger into Ryubeom’s mouth to prevent him from swallowing. Fox blood contains the fox’s energy, which could induce lust, so he had to stop it at all costs. Without even thinking about his own wound, Yeohwi opened Ryubeom’s mouth first.

He tried to block with his index finger while prying Ryubeom’s mouth open with his middle finger, but… gulp, as Ryubeom swallowed, Yeohwi sighed at the feeling of his finger being gripped by the throat.

Ryubeom’s tongue soon wrapped around Yeohwi’s stiffened finger. The way he licked the finger with his lips looked like he was sucking on it.

Cheon Ryubeom’s face was now relaxed with a flush on his cheeks.

“Ha, this…”

A sigh escaped from Yeohwi. Had he overlooked Cheon Ryubeom’s determination to achieve something by going straight for it? But even so, for this to happen…

Ryubeom tilted his head towards Yeohwi, who was sighing again. Seeing Yeohwi’s serious expression, he rolled his eyes back and forth before suddenly kissing him. Yeohwi let out a hollow laugh at the surprise kiss, and in that brief moment, Ryubeom thrust his tongue between Yeohwi’s lips.

So eager was he that he thrust his tongue out first before even closing the distance, then licked Yeohwi’s closed lips in frustration. It was an action akin to an animal’s courtship. Despite trying to push his way in, knocking on Yeohwi’s teeth, he ended up only sucking on the lips.

“Huh? Yeohwi, why…”

Looking up with eyes full of grievance, Yeohwi sighed again. Seeing this, it seemed like he was the one doing something wrong, but in reality, he was the one who was suddenly attacked. Yeohwi checked his neck belatedly. The wound wasn’t deep, so the bleeding stopped quickly, but his palm was wet.

Before he could examine it properly, Ryubeom pressed his head against Yeohwi’s palm. With a firm grip on Yeohwi’s wrist, he licked the palm, looking quite urgent.

“I want more energy…”

Even after licking all the blood, Ryubeom wasn’t satisfied. He was intoxicated by the warmth, in a dazed state. This was an unfamiliar state, different from usual, but the feeling was definitely good. With just one layer of restraint gone, he felt an immense sense of liberation. Especially, seeing Yeohwi’s troubled expression with each word he uttered was amusing to him.

It felt like swimming in a warm sea. Since the water wasn’t deep enough to fully immerse his body, he wanted to enjoy it even deeper. For that, he needed more energy, and to get that from Yeohwi… Instinctively, Ryubeom lowered his head.

“Ha.”

Right before his nose touched Yeohwi’s waistband, Yeohwi blocked Ryubeom’s forehead. All he could do in this situation was laugh. It was the first time he had seen someone act so fawning under the influence of fox energy. It was like a voluntary descent into heat.

To expel the energy coursing through his body, the only way was to satisfy Cheon Ryubeom’s lust, just as Yeohwi had done for him in Jeju. Or rather, in his current state, even more than that.

The most absurd thing about the current situation was that Cheon Ryubeom could push this energy away. A tiger being’s mental strength is exceptional, making them hard to be enchanted, and he had just become the head, filled with sacred energy. He could regain his senses at any time.

Yet, Cheon Ryubeom didn’t do that. He was lowering his defenses, willingly absorbing the energy, pushing himself further into intoxication. Yeohwi wondered if he should respect Ryubeom’s astonishing will. The first step of this consideration was a deep sigh. Ignorance is indeed courage…

With his forehead held back, preventing his advance, Ryubeom moved subtly. He rubbed his face against Yeohwi’s hand, pleading with him.

“I want to make you feel good too. Okay…?”

“Haah…”

“You said this wasn’t a bad thing. Was that a lie? Are you deceiving me again…?”

Even now, Ryubeom was pressing against Yeohwi’s most vulnerable spot, inching closer. To this question, Yeohwi could only lower his guard, eventually covering his eyes with his hand. Rubbing his forehead as if it ached, he answered.

“…I can’t let you do something like that. That’s why, my mouth hurts, why…”

“But you did it, twice…”

“I have to take care of you, so it’s only natural.”

Peck, peck, Ryubeom kissed Yeohwi’s fingers. It was an action to urge him to uncover his face, but before Yeohwi could react, Ryubeom grabbed and moved his wrist away in a nearly forceful manner. Ryubeom was becoming increasingly unable to suppress his impulses.

“I want to take in Yeohwi’s energy…”

Ryubeom mumbled with his face flushed. He thought Yeohwi was stopping him because he believed Ryubeom couldn’t do it, which made him feel down. Slowly, he grabbed Yeohwi’s shoulders and climbed onto his thighs. Ryubeom decided to assert his strengths.

“I can do it well. Right? I’m good at using my body…”

“…Ha.”

For a moment, Yeohwi’s lips twisted, and a heavy breath escaped him. Whether it was due to Ryubeom’s subtle movements below or his expression, Yeohwi felt quite at a loss. Cheon Ryubeom was always unpredictable, but he hadn’t expected him to try and pounce like this.

Before he knew it, Ryubeom’s hand was slyly moving into Yeohwi’s collar. As he tried to unbutton the shirt, his impatient hands ended up ripping a button off with a snap.

Startled for a moment, Ryubeom cautiously touched Yeohwi’s collarbone, then let his hand slide down to his chest. His clumsy touch was clear, but the desire within it was unmistakable.

Yeohwi sighed deeply.

“What exactly are you trying to do…”

How could he not react when looked at like that? Feeling at a loss, Yeohwi let out a long sigh before finally cupping Ryubeom’s chin, making sure to meet his eyes, as if to confirm his intentions one last time.

“This was started by you, my lord.”

The answer came in the form of Ryubeom kissing him. “Our young master is truly surprising.” Yeohwi mused with newfound appreciation as he tilted his head. Soon, moist breaths were exchanged between their lips.

Ryubeom squirmed. Just kissing was enough to make waves of pleasure boil up from within. With the satisfaction of finally getting what he wanted, a purring sound escaped between his lips.

He wanted to kiss deeper, tangling his tongue, pushing further inside with each effort. Slurp, suck. He was too eager to control his saliva, and his breathing became chaotic. Yeohwi tried to give him space to catch his breath, but Ryubeom paid no attention to that. Instead, when their lips seemed to part, an irritated sound came from his throat.

Yeohwi slowly bent over, causing Ryubeom to lean back. Whether they ended up on the floor or not, Ryubeom was focused on clinging to him, chasing his tongue. The hand that had been holding Yeohwi’s shoulder slyly moved to his back, slipping under the shirt collar, tracing down his neck and back, naturally peeling off the shirt.

Feeling the pleasant sensation under his hand, Ryubeom let out a satisfied moan, but Yeohwi pulled away. He lightly bit Ryubeom’s advancing lips and pointed out,

“Where did you learn this? Since last time, your hands have developed quite the bad habit.”

“I learned everything from Yeohwi…”

“I never taught you this; are you absorbing even racial knowledge?”

“I learned the basics from Yeohwi and then applied them…”

He explained shamelessly that he had only followed Yeohwi’s natural way of removing pants the last time. Yeohwi burst into a hollow laugh.

“You learned from me to attack me?”

“Uh-huh, ah, kiss me…”

Ryubeom reached out, pleading desperately. Yeohwi seemed to comply by lowering his head, but instead of kissing his lips, he pecked at his chin, moving down as if giving a punishment.

“No, on the lips… uh, ngh…”

Ryubeom, who was about to protest, trembled at the sensation on his neck. Yeohwi’s wet lips from the fierce kissing traced his neck. Warm, ticklish… It felt like his heartbeat was echoing loudly wherever Yeohwi kissed. His hair brushed against Ryubeom’s chin.

Ryubeom, who had been trembling lightly, soon felt his shirt being pushed up. The hand that had touched his abdomen moved up to his collarbone, making Ryubeom inhale sharply. The sensation of Yeohwi’s hand on his bare skin was chilling.

Tapping Yeohwi touched something with the tip of his index finger.

“It’s already up without even touching…”

The ticklish stimulation shot up to his head. His nipples were barely brushed, yet his back stiffened, his hands curled, and he scratched the floor. He was experiencing in real-time how sensitive the fox’s energy made his body.

Seeing Ryubeom’s reaction, Yeohwi smiled and lowered his head. It was only natural for the erect nipple to enter his mouth next.

“Ah…!”

The moment Yeohwi lightly sucked, Ryubeom jolted. Yeohwi pressed his tongue against the entire areola, then flicked the erect nipple with the tip of his tongue. The sharp sensation hit his head, like sparks in front of his eyes. Meanwhile, Yeohwi was gently circling the other nipple with his hand.

“Ha, ah, wait, I don’t like that, eek…!”

Ryubeom struggled, but Yeohwi didn’t listen. It seemed like he was trying to overwhelm him to the point where he couldn’t resist, sucking harder and biting gently, then pressing with his hand, pulling with his thumb and index finger. A high-pitched sound escaped from Ryubeom. His chest swelled quickly.

He couldn’t understand why Yeohwi was sucking so hard on his flat chest. Ryubeom shook his head, whining, but the more he did, the more intense Yeohwi’s actions became. The unexpected stimulation was both painful and itchy, yet his clouded judgment accepted it as pleasure.

Before he knew it, Ryubeom’s hips were bucking. His already erect member was twitching, rubbing against Yeohwi’s clothes. Knowing he shouldn’t, Ryubeom couldn’t help but move his hips, chasing that peculiar stimulation. It hurt, it was itchy, it felt good; all raw sensations mixed together.

Yeohwi tried to hold Ryubeom’s trembling waist but, upon seeing the situation below, smirked. He moved closer without a word, taking the other nipple into his mouth. It was already red and swollen from earlier stimulation.

He soothed it with his tongue before sucking hard. As the moans from above grew louder, the moment he kissed deeper, Ryubeom’s hips lifted high.

“Hng, ah…!”

A sharp moan burst out. As Yeohwi sucked hard on his chest, the sensation pushed him over the edge. Splurt, white liquid splattered all over Yeohwi’s robe. Ryubeom blinked slowly, dazed by the situation he couldn’t understand.

Yeohwi whispered with a small laugh,

“You came just from having your chest sucked a little?”

“Ah, no, I…”

It was because his clothes kept rubbing down there, or maybe because he had been rubbing himself against Yeohwi… Ryubeom couldn’t explain, just gnawing on his lips in embarrassment. The playful tone made his shame surge, especially since the dark robe made the stains more noticeable.

“What should I do with our young master being this sensitive?”

Yeohwi kissed Ryubeom’s bright red ears, then slowly licked his neck. This was an action to maintain the pleasure for Ryubeom to savor, but that gentle care only fueled the fire within him. That fire completely burned away the sense of embarrassment in his mind. The heat that had been building since yesterday seemed like it would never subside.

Although he momentarily forgot in the throes of climax, he still hadn’t absorbed Yeohwi’s energy. Remembering his initial purpose, Ryubeom clumsily wrapped his arms around Yeohwi.

“Quickly, let’s do the next thing…”

He sensed that Yeohwi was deliberately taking his time, which only made Ryubeom more impatient. Being intoxicated by the fox’s energy, he couldn’t contain his excitement.

This state of arousal wasn’t solely because he drank Yeohwi’s blood; it was also due to the desire that had accumulated in Ryubeom’s body from kissing him every day.

Ryubeom had learned all about sexual knowledge from his clan. When learning, he had only taken it as part of his studies, without any particular emotion. To him, the clan’s rules or the sexual practices of beings were all of the same weight. Or rather, the former was much more important.

However, now just recalling that information made his stomach churn. The anticipation of soon doing those things with Yeohwi made his lower abdomen tremble.

“Quickly… okay? Yeohwi, quickly…”

“…Ha.”

Yeohwi, who had been silent for a while in response to the urging voice, finally laughed. It was almost unfair how he, who was supposedly the one burning inside, was provoking him like this.

But Yeohwi didn’t act hastily. Instead, he moved even slower, taking his time with each step. He removed Ryubeom’s shirt, soothing him as he tried to cling desperately, laying him down to kiss various parts of his body.

The nape of his neck, his throat, collarbone, chest, abdomen… He gently licked each spot. This meticulous caress somewhat felt like a punishment for Ryubeom’s recklessness.

“Hngh, uh…”

Ryubeom was impatient, but he didn’t urge Yeohwi further. The fact that Yeohwi was paying so much attention to him was deeply satisfying. As Yeohwi gently caressed his waist and kissed his chest, Ryubeom felt his body melting. It was like when you lick ice cream all over, making it melt faster.

Even as his pants were removed, Ryubeom was immersed in a dazed satisfaction. With each layer of clothing removed, the air felt different on his skin. His erection, standing once again, twitched in the air. His insides were excited with anticipation.

But even this time, Yeohwi didn’t move immediately; he just placed Ryubeom’s pelvis on his knees, gently stroking his legs. Ryubeom, completely relaxed, felt the stimulation Yeohwi gave him, until he suddenly realized the faint scent of grass tickling his nose.

Though the villa was in the mountains, did grass scent reach inside? As he was pondering in a daze, a finger slipped between his buttocks. With the slick liquid on the finger, Ryubeom inhaled sharply. Yeohwi had even used some kind of lubricant, though where it came from was a mystery. His body tensed reflexively.

It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation. Was it painful? Slightly uncomfortable? He was prepared to endure anything since he was accustomed to pain, but this was different from pain. Twisting his hips involuntarily due to the sensation he’d never felt before.

“Huh…!”

A strange moan escaped his lips. At the moment Ryubeom flinched, Yeohwi’s finger pushed deeper, giving him a peculiar stimulation. What is this? What feeling is this? Yeohwi soothed Ryubeom’s waist, moving his hand as Ryubeom grappled with confusion.

“Let me know if it’s too uncomfortable.”

Slowly, he pushed his index finger all the way in and gently rotated it. At first, the inner walls were tight, but as they gradually relaxed, he introduced his middle finger. “Hngh, ah.” A slight groan came from above. Yeohwi, noticing the heat in that moan, moved his hand a bit faster.

He pressed against the inside in a circular motion, scraping gently to get him accustomed to the stimulation. As he spread his fingers like scissors, Ryubeom squirmed.

Ryubeom still felt an unfamiliar resistance to this sensation but was confused by the tingling in his stomach. He knew about it in theory but had never experienced it, making everything new.

So, while this clear sense of foreignness was uncomfortable, his lower abdomen kept tingling. Why was his navel tense when someone was touching him from behind? His abdomen seemed to be trembling and stiffening until Yeohwi’s hand brushed against a spot, and an “Ah!” sharp sound escaped his lips. It was like he was choking on his breath.

Ryubeom looked up at Yeohwi with surprised eyes and murmured. Thanks to his focus on the sensation, he knew exactly what he had just felt.

” Just now, when you touched there… it felt good…”

“…Sometimes, you’re too honest for your own good, my lord.”

Once Cheon Ryubeom accepted something, even if it took time, he became frighteningly honest. After realizing he liked Yeohwi, he often showed his emotions. What was surprising was that he had tried to hide them because Yeohwi had told him to.

Even now, Ryubeom reacted honestly to the stimuli. Should he consider this fortunate? Yeohwi chuckled as he moved his hand. He found the spot that had made Ryubeom react, gently scraping it before firmly pressing down. As his movements quickened, wet, squelching sounds echoed.

“Ha, ah, slowly, eek, ah…!”

Ryubeom shivered violently. The stimulation was vastly different from the light touch before, hitting him in waves. His mind went blank from the sudden dizziness. This unfamiliar state where he couldn’t think properly sparked a reflexive resistance. Although he had said it felt good, he felt a sense of injustice that it was pressed so insistently, but even that melted away before the overwhelming stimulation.

Before long, three fingers were inside, and the thrusting became stronger. As he gradually stretched the inner walls, Ryubeom’s hips bucked, the heat from his stomach spreading to the extremities of his body. His head tilted back, and his fingers and toes clenched.

“You’ll hurt your hand.”

Yeohwi whispered gently, catching Ryubeom’s hand. He relaxed Ryubeom’s fingers that were digging into his palm, almost drawing blood. Then, he guided his hand down to grasp Ryubeom’s swollen erection together. Pressing his lips gently against Ryubeom’s cheek, he moved his hand again.

Stimuli came from all directions. Just kissing Yeohwi was enough to excite Ryubeom, and the act of moving their fingers together, stirring below, quickly escalated his heat. At some point, he couldn’t tell if Yeohwi was moving or if he was moving his hand himself. The clear liquid at the tip dripped down, wetting both their fingers.

The sound of wet, invasive movements from behind shattered his mind. His reason crumbled, and he was carried away by waves of pleasure.

“Hng, uh, uh…!”

With a splat, a pale liquid scattered across his abdomen. Ryubeom trembled, completely forgetting to breathe, his mouth agape.

Yeohwi, biting Ryubeom’s lower lip lightly, exhaled softly. It seemed like he was trying to give breath to Ryubeom, but it also looked like he was letting out his own sigh.

Slowly pulling away, Yeohwi looked down at Ryubeom. He gently caressed his still-trembling, red body. Even this small touch made Ryubeom’s hips buck. Yeohwi’s movements became even slower.

Is it right to do this to Cheon Ryubeom, who is intoxicated by fox energy and has clouded judgment? Although they had already gone this far, doubts about the final step gripped him tightly. Even if Cheon Ryubeom willingly got intoxicated by the energy and his long-held desires had triggered this heat… Was this right?

His own desires were unimportant. He wondered if satisfying Cheon Ryubeom would be enough. He looked exhausted even now, and he must have felt all the sensations he wanted. Yeohwi slowly withdrew his hand from behind.

“Ah, Yeohwi…”

At that moment, Ryubeom called out to Yeohwi with a trembling voice that sounded almost desperate. Yeohwi immediately responded, checking his expression, looking for any signs of discomfort. Wrapping his arms around the grunting Ryubeom, he patted his arm.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain somewhere…?”

“Quickly… you promised…”

Ryubeom whispered into Yeohwi’s ear, bucking his hips. Their lower parts touched. Instinctively rubbing against the spot, Ryubeom urged again. His arm around Yeohwi’s neck held tight, as if he would never let go.

Yeohwi was trapped by this cunning move, like a trap set for the moment prey tries to escape. From his lips came something that could be either a sigh or a laugh.

When Yeohwi kissed him again, Ryubeom felt this kiss was different from all the others they had shared. It was like a parched person desperately stealing breath, and Ryubeom’s breathing quickly became disordered. Even while panting, he managed to pull down Yeohwi’s shirt.

As the kiss ended, Ryubeom felt something blunt, hard, and hot touch his buttocks. Sensing each sensation clearly, he looked up at Yeohwi. Their eyes met in the air.

Ah, he realized he had wanted to see that look in his eyes. The eyes that burned with desire, as if they would ignite if not touched, and the desperate, almost destructive yearning that seemed to choke him the closer they got. Ryubeom was intoxicated by the thrill of finally eliciting the same heat from Yeohwi.

His whole body felt like a balloon, floating in the air. Ryubeom exhaled languidly, then…

“Huh.”

He tensed as if the balloon had burst. The shock came as Yeohwi finally pressed against him, something entering from behind. His body, which had been relaxed, stiffened instantly, and the sharp pain from below shot up to his head, shattering his mind. It felt like his body was being split in two.

The heat that had been clouding his reason disappeared in an instant. The fog from the inner fire that had clouded his thoughts cleared, and Ryubeom felt suddenly thrown back into reality. The consciousness he had deliberately submerged under the surface awakened.

Ryubeom managed to lift his head to look down and inhaled sharply again. Despite being well-prepared with fingers, why was there such shock? Upon seeing the size, he was stunned. His lower part was stretched so tight, it seemed on the verge of tearing apart, turning red.

He had learned in his clan that fox beings have the greatest talent for sex. The clan members would scoff, saying that foxes only made their partners lose their rational judgment through enchantment and that, in reality, they were insignificant, but… Ryubeom faced the truth that there was no mistake in that knowledge. Information known as common sense always had its reasons.

He felt the exceptional talent during the foreplay, and now he thought this exceptional might refer specifically to this. Ryubeom stuttered.

“No, no… You can’t put all of that in…”

“It will fit.”

Yeohwi responded calmly, speaking firmly as if to instill trust. Ryubeom felt a surge of emotion. He knew about the body from his studies, but still… However, sensing Yeohwi’s hesitation as he checked Ryubeom’s expression, Ryubeom grabbed his shoulders and exhaled, deciding to endure.

Understanding his intention, Yeohwi moved slowly. But even with just a little penetration, Ryubeom scratched at his back. “Huh, oh.” The sound of him gasping for breath was like being impaled by a spear. The immense pain made his whole body tense up instinctively.

Yeohwi placed his forearm beside Ryubeom’s face, letting out a quiet sigh. From a distance where their noses almost touched, he asked,

“Huff, does it hurt a lot? If so… you can do it to me instead.”

Since he had promised not to hurt him, if Cheon Ryubeom was in too much pain, it was right to stop. If he wanted to continue, they could switch roles, or if he just didn’t like this part, Yeohwi could make up for it with other acts. Yeohwi was ready to suppress his own desires and withdraw, but Ryubeom shook his head.

With his wrist hooked around Yeohwi’s neck, Ryubeom exhaled slowly. The penetration was tough, but the stimulation he felt from the fingers earlier was there. Moreover, his desire to take in Yeohwi’s energy was still clear. Even if his mind had partly cleared, he wasn’t ready to abandon his purpose.

Furthermore, Ryubeom was pleased to see that Yeohwi wanted him. Yeohwi had always kept one step back until now.

This wasn’t just about sex but about everything that lay ahead. Cheon Ryubeom wanted to bind their relationship more tightly, and having Yeohwi merely beside him wasn’t enough. Their emotions touching wasn’t enough.

He knew Yeohwi had come to his side after crossing a long, arduous path, which made Ryubeom anxious. Because Yeohwi had once tried to disappear forever. So, he wanted Yeohwi to be so tightly bound to him that he wouldn’t even dream of leaving.

Whether it pricked his conscience or stirred his lust didn’t matter. Both were emotions, after all.

And above all… honestly, he liked seeing Yeohwi feel a strange sense of guilt throughout this process. He was displeased that Yeohwi still saw him as a young being, but that was an unchangeable fact. So, if anything, he wanted to burden him with even more guilt.

Since guilt was a part of responsibility, the more he felt it, the less likely he would dare to leave him. This was akin to Ryubeom branding Yeohwi.

Ryubeom hugged Yeohwi, rubbing his forehead against his neck, pushing his consciousness back into the warm sea of desire.

“No, Yeohwi, you do it…”