RD | Chapter 60

The one who reacted most keenly to Ian’s condition was Keith, who had been pressing down on the same spot with his penis.

“Ah?!” An involuntary moan escaped Ian.

“Is it here?”

“Ah! Yes! Don’t!”

Ian’s whole body trembled in response, causing Keith’s member to tighten repeatedly.

‘This is the spot.’

Pressing down there seemed to make Ian feel ‘good’. His penis twitched, leaking fluid. Ian’s body was almost flush against Keith’s, so when he crouched, his member touched Keith’s stomach.

Keith hadn’t yet taken off his blood-soaked clothes and didn’t want to rub Ian’s body against such a filthy place, although it was already too late…. Keith stripped off his shirt, revealing a torso scarred and filled with muscles.

Ian tried to look away from the imposing figure, but Keith grabbed his chin and fixed his eyes on him.

And in that state, Keith pressed Ian’s inner walls with his penis again.

“Ah! Ahh!”

Ian was crying again. However, it was clear that it was not because he disliked it.

The hand that had been pushing Keith away was now gripping him tightly, and Ian’s cheeks flushed with pleasure were bright red.

Keith repeatedly brought his lips to Ian’s ripe, tempting cheeks and forehead. He wanted to bite and swallow him whole.

An endless hunger, a desire that seemed only to be satisfied by completely devouring him, writhed within Keith.

But on the other hand, he wanted to treat Ian with care, more precious than anything. This fragile yet strong person…

And so Keith did.

He moved his waist like a beast while gently kissing Ian. Ian was pushed to his limits.

“Mm! Yes!”

Ian couldn’t come to his senses. It felt good, but at the same time, it was unbearable.

It felt like his mind was going crazy. Every thrust made him feel it, and Keith was thoroughly shaking Ian’s body.

The inside felt like it was being kneaded. Ian couldn’t hold back his moans every time Keith pressed on a protruding part of the inner wall.

He opened his mouth as if a button had been pressed and could only make stupid noises. His mind was blank.

He had never felt this kind of pleasure before.

The next moment, Ian ejaculated.

Shaking all over, Ian lay motionless.

Even though he knew this would happen, it was still shocking. Desires to die and thoughts of ‘Why should I die, I should kill this bastard’ coexisted. But wasn’t this the method Ian had chosen? Should he really kill himself?

“Ah… if you tighten like that….”

‘I should really kill this bastard.’

Keith sighed. Ian knew that he was tightening around him. Did he always need to explain everything? Couldn’t he just keep some things to himself?

But then Keith’s movements abruptly stopped. His penis trembled. Ian thought it couldn’t be.

“Wait…!” Keith ejaculated inside Ian’s inner walls.

Ian closed his eyes and accepted it.

“……”

“Sigh…”

Only Keith’s sigh was heard above him.

‘I should really die.’

Ian thought. He couldn’t maintain his sanity as his vision began to flicker.

“Is it over?”

Ian checked. He wasn’t in a state to look at the system window. He felt like he could lose consciousness at any moment.

But Keith didn’t respond. Ian lifted his drooping eyelids. Keith bowed his head and kissed Ian again.

‘Uh…?’

The kiss was deep. Long and persistent. Ian couldn’t understand why such a young guy was so good at kissing.

Had he had a lot of experience?

But that couldn’t be. Keith was a Holy Knight. No one could match his vow of celibacy. The fact that he was acting so wantonly now was shocking to Ian.

He stared at Keith, whose expression was one of devout concentration.

“Your tongue is locked. Did you know that?”

‘Who are you?’

Ian thought. This bastard couldn’t possibly be the diligent and honest Holy Knight Keith…

Then Keith spread Ian’s legs again and penetrated him once more. This time, there was no resistance as the inner walls parted and accepted Keith.

“……!”

Ian wanted to say he couldn’t do it. It wasn’t a physical issue but a matter of stamina. Ian was on the verge of fainting. But Keith kissed him again.

Looking at the flickering HP window, Ian thought.

‘Isn’t there a word to describe dying from this?’

Ian had experienced numerous deaths in this game, but this was his first time encountering such a situation.

He didn’t want to collect such experiences.

That was as far as his thoughts went. Looking up at Keith, who was moving earnestly above him, Ian lost consciousness.

Jeong Yiwon had graduated from university and joined a medium-sized company without forming any personal relationships.

His temper, which used to bark like a dog in front of dogs, had mellowed out in society, and he managed to live his life sufficiently.

He didn’t think about the future and just lived day by day.

Jeong Yiwon didn’t have friends from the orphanage, due to a few incidents he caused there.

In any case, Yiwon never simply obeyed when his seniors said ‘do something’, never just saying ‘yes’.

“Madman, what’s he trying to live for doing that?”

Seniors wondered what they would say seeing him now, saying ‘yes, yes’ and getting along well in the company.

Still, there was one old friend who still contacted him.

“How have you been doing lately?”

That friend was one of the most successful from the orphanage, working as a developer.

He had joined a game company that felt like a major company among them, and he said he was making some game.

“Just living.”

“If you’re not busy, why not join a beta test?”

“My home computer can’t run games.”

“Change your computer. How long will you use that crappy one? Does it still run CDs?”

“What’s wrong with CDs running? It’s unique. Are you going to buy me one?”

Although he said that, Yiwon changed his computer and tried his friend’s game.

That game was a mobile game unrelated to computers, but surprisingly, it ran well on Ian’s phone…

‘That was the problem.’

The game was <Reverse Dungeon>.

Thinking about it, wasn’t that the start of all the problems?

…But why had he forgotten about that friend?

No, did Yiwon ever really have such a friend?

Sorry, sorry, sorry, thank you, thank you, thank you….

When would that sound stop ringing in his ears?

Ian opened his eyes.

Then immediately closed them again. Agony dominated his body. Getting up was out of the question, and even lying down was painful.

‘What’s going on? Did I get hit by a car?’

Ian thought for a moment, but then remembered the events of the previous day.

‘Ah….’

Feeling like the day after causing an accident, he clenched his teeth and tried to get up again. This time he managed to raise his body. Sitting down, he witnessed a strange scene.

Whack! Whack!

It was the sight of Keith flagellating his own body.

The flagellation was systematic. It looked like he had done it often. Keith was kneeling, striking his stomach and legs with a scabbard, and Ian realized that those parts had turned as black as if they were necrotic.

“Have you woken up? I left the dirty place untouched because it seemed like you would want to punish it yourself. I’ve sharpened the blade of the sword so you can easily take my life, so please take this sword if you intend to use it.”

Keith spoke in a voice devoid of emotional fluctuation, offering the Holy Sword in its scabbard.

Ian was shocked.

“What are you doing! Are you crazy?”

“I understand that I cannot use my insanity yesterday as an excuse.”

Keith responded calmly, but his voice trembled terribly, making it clear that he felt shame and despair for his actions.

It seemed like if Ian didn’t cut him, he would cut himself.

“No, not that crazy thing! The crazy thing you’re doing now!”

“What do you mean…?”

“Yesterday, it was because of the curse! You clung to me because you wanted something like artificial respiration, right? You came to receive , didn’t you?”

‘But why am I making excuses for him?’

Ian couldn’t understand. But if he didn’t make excuses, Keith might kill himself.

“No. Nothing can be an excuse. I committed a terrible act. A Holy Knight shouldn’t dare… to someone like you….”

“I told you to do it!” Ian couldn’t believe he was saying this himself.

Keith shook his head.

“No. That was more like an act of artificial respiration. It was a noble act. But I was blinded by desire… to someone experiencing it for the first time… I will pay for this sin with my life.”

“Oh, then your life is mine, right? Stop it! What right do you have to kill what’s mine on your own?”

Ian snatched the sword from Keith. His heart was pounding in fear that Keith might die.

Keith’s eyes widened. Then he looked down. “But I violated your purity. How can I atone for this sin?”

‘Is Ian pure?’

Ian recalled the ‘womanizer’ reputation attached to this character. If anyone was pure, it was probably Keith….

Thinking he had slept with a 24-year-old, Ian felt like he was going insane.