HDCLSSRS Ch 93(NSFW)

Chapter 93 The End of Denial (2)(NSFW)

“No, I just… wondered if anything had happened.”

The way he approached with such a casual stride screamed of ulterior motives—no one would mistake him for anything else. As Seong Muyeon cast a wary glance toward the room at the end of the corridor, worried the sleeping boy inside might wake, Baek Ryeoil instinctively placed one knee on the bedside.

“Nothing happened. If the young master of the Seo family had any sense at all, he wouldn’t dare crawl back here after being thrown out like that.”

“Exactly, exactly.”

Baek Ryeoil slowly edged his hips closer onto the bed. Seong Muyeon was far too perceptive not to notice such movements. Detecting the strange tension in the air, he fixed Baek Ryeoil with a questioning stare.

“Then why are you here? I’m about to sleep, so could you leave now?”

“Who said I wouldn’t let you sleep? Go ahead.”

“How am I supposed to sleep when you’re staring at me like that?”

“Why not? Oh, I get it, I get it! I came to make things absolutely clear. You—don’t even think about doing anything with that Seo-whatever guy. No, don’t even be in the same space as him—no, don’t even make eye contact. Got it?”

When Baek Ryeoil came on strong, Seong Muyeon’s rebellious streak flared up again. His face twisted with irritation.

“Do you think I wouldn’t handle it myself? If you came here just to say that, you’ve wasted your breath.”

“What! Don’t tell me you’re the type to just go with whoever—him or me, doesn’t matter—are you that shameless?!”

“How did it turn into that?! That’s not it at all!”

“And why should I believe you?”

Finally losing patience, Seong Muyeon grabbed the hard wooden pillow beside him.

“I usually don’t like resorting to violence, but you’re asking for a beating, Dojang.³ You know that, right?”

Baek Ryeoil flinched. He really shouldn’t be provoking him like this. If he upset Seong Muyeon and drove him into Seo Munyuha’s arms, wouldn’t that be his own loss?

In a hurry, Baek Ryeoil tried to soothe him.

“What I just said was a slip of the tongue. Don’t get mad. As an apology, how about I give you a pressure massage? You seemed to like it last time.”

“Hm.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Seong Muyeon flopped onto the bed, sprawling out in reluctant surrender. It seemed even he couldn’t resist the lure of Baek Ryeoil’s skilled hands—perfected for physical service.

“Then do it.”

Baek Ryeoil hadn’t come intending to do anything rash tonight, so he quietly focused on the massage. He was here simply to reaffirm the theory he’d spent the entire day building, and to check whether what was his still remained so.

What Baek Ryeoil failed to account for was this: Seong Muyeon’s body was one that stirred his own.

As he kneaded his shoulders and smoothed down his back, the contours of Seong Muyeon’s spine came alive beneath his palms. In that instant, the memory of a certain night—when he had traced that bare back—rushed back vividly, blood flooding southward.

Since he was straddling Seong Muyeon, there was no way the man lying beneath him could fail to notice the change. The muscles of Seong Muyeon’s once-relaxed back suddenly tensed.

“…Dojang? What’s going on?”

Baek Ryeoil’s mind went blank, as if all the blood meant for his head had pooled below. He could only crave the feast laid out so temptingly before him.

And strangely, he felt relief.

So it was true—he was drawn to Seong Muyeon’s body. The fact that he reacted this fast… what a blessing.

Grinning, Baek Ryeoil boldly grabbed Seong Muyeon’s waist and bent forward to whisper in his ear.

“Hey… Since we’ve had that incident before, shouldn’t we… make some preparations this time, before we end up losing our hearing or sense of smell again?”

Unintentionally, his voice came out low and husky from excitement, dripping with intimacy.

“I knew it! You perverted bastard!”

“Hold still…”

No matter how much Seong Muyeon struggled, subduing such feeble resistance was nothing. Pinning his arms and trapping his legs with his thighs, Baek Ryeoil had him restrained in an instant.

He slowly rubbed his aroused length between the cleft of Seong Muyeon’s clothed buttocks.

“This… ngh. This has nothing to do with that, though.”

Seong Muyeon’s blindness had been caused not by illness, but by deviation⁴ during inner energy cultivation.

“That’s not true… If your condition had been even a bit better, circulating energy would’ve been less dangerous, right?”

“…I—Is that so? Ah…”

It sounded like sophistry, yet strangely plausible. Seong Muyeon seemed to falter under the argument. As Baek Ryeoil’s heated, rigid length rubbed slowly against him, the air between them grew scalding in seconds.

But suddenly, Seong Muyeon jerked his head up, as if recalling something urgent.

“No! What if Kang Dojang wakes up?!”

“If you stay quiet, it’ll be fine…”

Burying his nose into Seong Muyeon’s nape, Baek Ryeoil scattered kisses along his skin. Seong Muyeon squirmed faintly, ticklish.

Baek Ryeoil’s lips traced from the nape downward, savoring every inch. Pulling down the loose collar of the sleep robe, he bared a white shoulder and smooth back.

Their mingled, heated breaths spread like contagion, setting bodies aflame.

Gripping Seong Muyeon’s buttocks roughly, Baek Ryeoil kneaded as the other man arched faintly against him. His hands roamed greedily over Seong Muyeon’s back before sliding around to his abdomen and lifting him up slightly. Then, through the slackened waistband, his hand slipped inside—closing firmly around Seong Muyeon’s half-hardened length.

“Hhhk!”

A startled cry escaped Seong Muyeon’s lips as his eyes flew open. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and buried his face in the bedding. His half-soft shaft swelled rapidly, leaking clear fluid down his length.

“Mmph… hhhk…”

The thick bedding barely muffled the sound. Every muffled moan made Baek Ryeoil’s hair stand on end. His bare length now slid between Seong Muyeon’s thighs, and his hand pumped both their erections together at a quickened pace.

Seong Muyeon didn’t last long before spilling thick white cum into Baek Ryeoil’s hand. Flipping him over effortlessly, Baek Ryeoil watched him hide his flushed face in his arm, muttering curses between gritted teeth.

“You crazy… bastard…”

That flushed face and ragged breath—nothing could be more arousing.

Bringing his sticky hand downward, Baek Ryeoil rubbed against the tightly clenched entrance. Having done this a few times before, it loosened easily, swallowing a finger whole.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Seong Muyeon, seemingly resigned, no longer resisted—he only bit his reddened lip and glared fiercely. But his breathing grew heavier, and his legs spread wider.

Even though they’d done this before, the first push inside was always overwhelming—for both of them. The small body and narrow passage required patient coaxing before allowing the snug, wet heat within.

Frowning in concentration, Baek Ryeoil slowly eased himself inside.

“Relax…”

“It’s your fault for being so damn big…”

“So you don’t like it?”

Seong Muyeon stayed silent—but didn’t say no.

A grin of pure ecstasy spread across Baek Ryeoil’s face.

“I’m moving.”

“Hhhk…”

What began slow and tentative soon turned into frantic, pounding thrusts.

“Ugh—hhhk!”

Baek Ryeoil had already erected a sound barrier to keep noises from leaking out, but Seong Muyeon, unaware of this, flinched every time a cry slipped out—each reaction sending waves of pleasure crashing through Baek Ryeoil. He deliberately kept silent about the barrier, savoring every delicious tremor.

He had to admit it now.

Sex with Seong Muyeon was incredible.

He had no basis for comparison, but that didn’t matter—Seong Muyeon was the only one who stirred him like this in the first place.

That night, Baek Ryeoil put every effort into proving his feelings were purely physical desire.

He took him from behind, flipped him over, took him again; later, he stuffed a belt into Seong Muyeon’s mouth and thrust with abandon.

Until now, every time they’d slept together had been on the brink of life and death. But tonight, for the first time, they touched each other’s bodies for no reason at all.

Though they used the excuse of “preventing an accident,” it felt wholly different to Baek Ryeoil.

With that, Baek Ryeoil crossed a new threshold—proving that even when Seong Muyeon wasn’t sick, they could still burn together.

³ Dojang (도장): A title meaning “head/master of the training hall,” used here as a nickname or honorific for Baek Ryeoil, indicating his martial arts rank/position.

⁴ Deviation (주화입마): A cultivation term referring to internal energy going awry during practice, often causing physical or mental harm, sometimes used in xianxia/wuxia genres.