HDCLSSRS Ch 78(Slightly NSFW)

Chapter 78 Covered Eyes (2)(Slightly NSFW)

 

Seong Muyeon was taken aback. He hadn’t expected to hear something like that. Unable to see Baek Ryeoil’s expression, he couldn’t gauge the intent behind the question.

“I’m probably not your first. How many people have you done it with?”

“…Do I have to answer that?”

Baek Ryeoil’s eyes cooled, but the heat in his body only burned hotter.

“I see how it is…”

Seong Muyeon truly had no words. In both his previous life and current one, he had never had the leisure to indulge in romance. Besides, weren’t they the kind of people who shouldn’t even be asking each other questions like this?

No way…

Seong Muyeon began to suspect that Baek Ryeoil might not understand the distinction between physical intimacy and emotional attachment.

It was entirely possible—?!

Baek Ryeoil nibbled on his ear and continued speaking.

“I don’t care how many there were. I’ll be better than all of them anyway.”

“Ah.”

So that was the issue?

“Tell me. Was there anyone who did it better than me?”

As he said that, Baek Ryeoil rubbed the hard object that seemed ready to burst through his clothing against Seong Muyeon’s groin. After the earlier release, his softened member was now slick with saliva, and as it was gently stimulated, it slowly regained strength.

“Hmm? I said tell me.”

“Why would I, ah…”

Baek Ryeoil’s long fingers forced their way into the tightly closed entrance.

Even that Baek Ryeoil, it turned out, harbored such ordinary urges for dominance in bed, like any other man.

It was utterly pathetic.

“Ugh…”

But as the sensitive inner walls were pried open and probed, Seong Muyeon’s body steadily heated up.

Even after undressing him, Baek Ryeoil didn’t immediately thrust in, nor did he let his erect desire brush against Seong Muyeon. He only teased the entrance, grazing it as though to torment, while biting down on the nape of his neck.

“Why won’t you answer?”

“Please…”

Seong Muyeon squirmed and twisted his body. But Baek Ryeoil pressed him down firmly by the thighs, making any escape impossible.

“Was it a woman? Or a man? A man?”

“I said no…”

Unable to bear it anymore, Seong Muyeon reached out to relieve himself, but Baek Ryeoil quickly caught his hand.

“Then a woman?”

Knowing how persistent Baek Ryeoil could be when he wanted something, Seong Muyeon bit his lip.

He gave in.

“Master! Master was the best!”

It was a pitiful competition with just one participant and one winner.

Unaware of the truth, Baek Ryeoil was satisfied. No matter who Seong Muyeon had been with before, right now, he was pinned beneath him—so he was his.

As long as he made those past ones forgettable…

As long as…?

Baek Ryeoil tilted his head in thought, then quickly brushed it aside. And in the next moment, the length that had been merely teasing the entrance plunged in deep.

Seong Muyeon couldn’t even make a sound. His jaw dropped open involuntarily.

“Haah…”

Inside Seong Muyeon was warm and wet. As the walls gripped him tightly, Baek Ryeoil tilted his head back, brows furrowed, letting out a long breath. The sensation felt new every time. The more effort he put in, the deeper he pushed, the more pleasure he experienced.

When he opened his eyes, a satisfied smile was on his face. But behind it, a dangerous impulse flickered.

“Ah… Ahh…”

With that one deep thrust, Seong Muyeon climaxed, white fluid messily splattering across his abdomen.

When Baek Ryeoil pulled out and then slammed back in with force, Seong Muyeon let out a scream-like moan.

No matter what, you’re mine. Mine.

Baek Ryeoil grabbed his chin and devoured his lips.

After that, all that followed was a frenzy of aggressive thrusting.

Unaware of Baek Ryeoil’s hidden possessiveness, Seong Muyeon clung to him, crying out as he was relentlessly filled by the searing heat inside him.

Baek Ryeoil’s skill improved at a shockingly fast pace. Eventually, after climaxing over and over, Seong Muyeon fainted. When he barely managed to open his eyes again, the world was still cloaked in darkness.

So it didn’t work, after all. Damn it…

The bed was empty—he was alone.

He had no idea how much time had passed. Was it night, day, or dawn? He couldn’t tell.

It wasn’t even his own place in Mount Hua, and the fact that he was alone made it all feel unbearably harsh.

He shivered at a strange, creeping chill. Hugging his shoulders, he curled into himself, as if trying to hold on to the body heat slipping away.

Just as Baek Ryeoil had said, this wasn’t a result of his illness.

What do I do…

He curled up even tighter. Lying like this brought back a familiar feeling. Back when he was practically dead at the Xinjiang main sect, he always lay curled up like this.

Few people ever came to see him. Time passed quietly, always in silence. The sun rose and set beyond the window, sometimes rain fell or harsh sunlight poured in, but Seong Muyeon remained in that same spot, unchanged.

Maybe… he had never truly left that place.

I need to find a way to fix this…

Nothing changes unless he moves. It had always been that way since his mother died.

But he was just too exhausted now. He didn’t have the strength to move.

As he was about to sink into the slow-moving world of his own detachment, the door creaked open.

“What, you’re awake?”

Baek Ryeoil’s booming voice felt like it had come from another dimension. The damp air that had filled the room just moments ago vanished in an instant, as if chased away by sunlight.

The heavy sounds of footsteps crossed the room without hesitation. After lingering near the table, he approached the bed and yanked the blanket off.

Seong Muyeon screamed as the cold air hit him.

“I said it’s cold!”

“What’s so cold about this? Get up. You need to eat.”

Only then did Seong Muyeon smell food. A sudden, intense hunger twisted his stomach, making it growl loudly.

“Of course you’d be starving.”

Baek Ryeoil chuckled and walked away. Seong Muyeon focused his ears, hearing the clatter of dishes being set on the bed. The aroma of food followed right after.

Baek Ryeoil helped him sit up, wrapping the blanket snugly over his shoulders. He placed chopsticks into his hand.

“Here. Eat.”

“……”

“What are you doing? You said you were hungry.”

“…How am I supposed to eat when I don’t know where anything is?”

“Oh, right.”

Baek Ryeoil took his hand and guided him to each item’s position. This is rice. This is soup. Dried side dishes. Meat.

“Meat? You went outside?”

In Shaolin, the only food available was rice and vegetables. You had to go down to the village to even see meat.

“Well… I figured I’d get some for Master’s late-night snack while I was at it.”

“Late-night snack? So it’s still night, huh. Wait, more importantly, Master Master eats late-night snacks?”

“You know Master? Quit yapping and just eat!”

“Ah, yes.”

Grumbling, Seong Muyeon picked up his chopsticks. Now that he noticed, his body felt clean and dry. Baek Ryeoil must’ve taken care of everything while he slept.

He tried to eat, but without sight, it was hard to pick up anything. Grains of rice scattered, and the vegetable side dishes slipped right through the chopsticks.

“Tsk.”

Baek Ryeoil grabbed the dropped side dish and shoved it into his mouth. With his stomach growling, Seong Muyeon gratefully accepted it.

That happened a few more times before Seong Muyeon gave up and put his chopsticks down entirely.

“Can I have some vegetables instead of just meat?”

“What?”

“Hurry. Ah.”

“You little…”

Baek Ryeoil grumbled but dutifully fed him. All Seong Muyeon had to do was open his mouth, and food came in. How convenient.

As if he’d never been upset about going blind, Seong Muyeon quickly found a silver lining.

Once his stomach had some food in it, his head began to clear as well.

“It’s better not to meet Yakseon yet. Thanks to a certain someone making a scene in his lab.”

“I told you that was an accident… Here, eat this.”

Baek Ryeoil, perhaps worried Seong Muyeon would start scolding him again, shoved more food into his mouth.

“That’s enough now. I’m full. I said that’s enough! Mmph!”

“You need to eat more.”

After finally swallowing the last piece of meat, Seong Muyeon calmly continued speaking.

“I won’t go for a while. Maybe after some time passes, and the attendants and Yakseon cool down, we can try talking again. For now, it’s not possible.”

“So what, you’re just gonna stay blind until then?”

Seong Muyeon fell silent.

This had happened entirely because of him. Because he had fixated on Baek Ryeoil’s failure to catch the Poison Freak, he had opened himself to inner demons, lost focus, and succumbed to deviation. He couldn’t even mock Jang Hansu anymore. He had done worse.

But the world doesn’t collapse over small things like that. He could always find the Poison Freak again and kill him later. It was just his bad habit of interpreting everything negatively flaring up again.

“There’s still one thing I haven’t tried.”

A method to calm his agitated heart and realign the twisted meridians.

“I’ll need to perform breath circulation.”

There was no other way.