Escape from an Ancient Civilization Ch 203(NSFW)

Chapter 203 Side Story 2(NSFW)

Episode 5

“You could have easily avoided it. It’s not like you’re slow.”

At those words, a memory flashed across his mind. Not slow, he said—but in that past moment, he could still feel the lethal dagger slicing past him and embedding itself into the earthen wall. Thinking of then made the present situation feel so sweet in contrast that Nataek couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing this, Medeus gave him a look of disbelief.

“You’re laughing?”

Startled, Nataek quickly composed his expression.

“No, it’s not like that… this is just…”

“Teresi.”

Medeus dropped his forehead heavily against Nataek’s chest.

“Am I just too narrow-hearted?”

Nataek stiffened.

“Medeus.”

“I should be someone capable of embracing you with a broader heart, but it keeps getting harder.”

Medeus pulled Nataek tightly against him by the waist.

“It feels like the world is trying to take you away from me. Just like back then.”

“Back then?”

“When I thought I’d lost you forever.”

There had once been a serious talk, and Medeus had chosen that day as the most terrifying day of his entire life: the day he followed Nataek to the modern world. When Nataek had seen the true ending and crossed over from the ancient times to here—when he’d vanished before Medeus’s very eyes—he said it felt like the world was collapsing.

That terror, he’d said, was incomparable to anything else he’d ever experienced. He had felt an overwhelming flood of grief, despair, panic, emptiness, and hollowness crash over him in a single instant—emotions he had never once suffered throughout his life until then.

Now, when Medeus suddenly raised that past day, unspoken for so long, Nataek faltered—and a creeping dread settled in him.

“I’m sorry.”

Maybe… they should have stayed longer in the countryside after all. Perhaps Medeus really had found life in this modern world difficult, no matter how little he had complained. After all, Medeus had trusted in him alone and come all the way here. And recently, with the move and a new job, Nataek himself had been busy and inattentive, leaving Medeus to fend for himself. A wave of guilt crashed over him.

“I’m sorry, Medeus. I should have been more considerate.”

Medeus’s light-brown hair brushed against his chest, swaying.

“It’s not your fault. I didn’t say it for that reason. It’s just… because my heart is too narrow.”

Still clutching his waist, Medeus replayed the recent scene in his mind. For the first year after arriving in the modern world, there hadn’t been many people to guard against. Most who knew Nataek were elderly villagers, and the few younger ones had been lifelong neighbors. Even though they required caution, none of them caused serious worry since Medeus was always by Nataek’s side.

But as time passed, problems arose. The more Medeus adapted to this era, the less he could stay by Nataek’s side all day as before. For the sake of his career here, he inevitably built social ties, and many of those situations couldn’t include Nataek.

With each separation, his unease grew. He feared that somewhere, someone might swoop in to steal Nataek away—or that Nataek’s habitual kindness might draw some pitiful fool in, and he’d end up caring for them instead. Still, Medeus couldn’t reveal such weakness. Here in the modern world—not Uruk—it wasn’t possible to cling to him without end.

“My heart is narrow… so even when good things happen to you, I feel like I can’t truly celebrate them.”

He knew well that Nataek needed to build his career. He knew it was what Nataek wanted, the right path for him. And yet, facing a society full of countless others, he felt as if Nataek were slipping away into a world where Medeus couldn’t follow.

After a pause, Nataek gently stroked his broad back.

“I’m sorry for making you feel uneasy.”

Tap, tap. Tap, tap. His hand stroked with heavy but tender reassurance.

“But no matter where I am, I’m always thinking of you.”

At that, Medeus lifted his head slightly.

“Did you eat? Are you getting along with people? Is anyone trying to hit on you again?”

Suddenly, Medeus jerked upright.

“And it’s the same for me.”

Smiling, Nataek cupped his cheeks with both hands.

“And I wonder—when I’m always thinking of you like this, are you too? Do you even know how much I do…”

“……”

“I always think of you.”

“Teresi…”

Nataek leaned in and brushed his lips softly against Medeus’s.

“No matter when or where, I’m always thinking of you, Medeus.”

Medeus stared at him for a long moment before crashing their lips together urgently. As he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, dazzling sunlight streamed in through the windshield, breaking the moment. Both of them pulled away at once. Frowning in irritation, Medeus looked to the front.

“Let’s go home.”

He immediately started the car. Nataek, noticing the bulge pressing against the front of his pants, leaned his forehead against the passenger-side window with a clunk.

In public, and he’s still losing control… Don’t get swept up, Lee Nataek. Stay focused. Stay focused.

Even so, Nataek reached over and fastened Medeus’s seatbelt for him before he drove off.

Thud!

The moment the door closed, both of them tangled together in the entryway without hesitation. Tugging roughly at Medeus’s coat, Nataek felt Medeus’s hand slide from his waist to throw it off behind him. The fallen coat hit the floor just as Nataek fumbled impatiently with his shirt buttons, one after another—until his frantic pace ripped the third one clean off.

“Haah… sorry, that…”

“It’s fine.”

Instead, Medeus casually tore off his own partly-open shirt and threw it aside. His bare torso, taut with muscle, shone more vividly under the reddish light. Nataek’s eyes swept his muscles involuntarily, his throat bobbing as he gulped. Seeing his Adam’s apple shifting, Medeus chuckled in mixed surprise and exasperation.

“Why are you looking like it’s not yours?”

At that, Nataek’s gaze rose naturally to meet his.

“It is mine.”

Medeus guided Nataek’s hand directly onto his chest. Beneath his fingertips, it felt like faint vibrations trembled through the skin—whether his own heartbeat or Medeus’s, he couldn’t even distinguish between them, that’s how loud it pounded. When Nataek gripped firmly, Medeus ground his arousal slowly against his abdomen. His hands clutched both of Nataek’s buttocks roughly as he nibbled at his ear.

From within his underwear, the hard shaft kept jolting forward, persistently nudging Nataek’s stomach. Without a word, it was clear what his body wanted. His flushed cheeks and trembling body betrayed the excitement he couldn’t hide.

Fumbling hands finally undid Medeus’s belt buckle. With a harsh friction sound, the front of his pants parted, and Medeus yanked both trousers and underwear down to his groin. In the same motion, Nataek braced himself against the shoe cabinet, turned around, and pushed his own pants down to his thighs. He wanted Medeus just as much.

“Hold your legs together.”

Clenching his thighs tight as if accustomed to it, Nataek pressed them close. Medeus pushed down on his waist, pulling his hips back, and squeezed himself in hand. Slowly, he rubbed the glistening tip along the line between his cheeks and directly against his opening. Then, sliding lower, he slipped the head between Nataek’s pressed thighs. The wet heat against the sensitive spot made Nataek grip the edge of the shoe cabinet even harder.

At some point, Medeus had chosen this method—a compromise to rein in his own overwhelming desire. It was something he’d stumbled upon, but over time, had deliberately adopted as his way to restrain himself while still letting the passion out. Only when they began doing this did Nataek fully realize Medeus was, in his own way, controlling himself for him.

Thrust—!

“Ugh!”

Thrust—!

“Nhgh…!”

Bang!

Clatter!

The sheer force shook the entire entryway like it might collapse. A small glass trinket fell and shattered. Struggling to withstand Medeus’s pounding, veins bulged hard along Nataek’s forearms.

“Medeu—ugh!”

Thrust!

Bang!

The shoe cabinet and mirror rattled under his grip, slamming into the wall.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of furniture and doors shaking mixed with the wet slap of flesh echoed through the foyer. The heat from the friction burning his inner thighs made Nataek grit his teeth and endure.

If he ever used that same strength to drive into him directly, his insides wouldn’t survive intact. That was why Medeus, even when desperate, forced himself to expend that strength in this way—as if protecting him by diverting it elsewhere.

“…Hhhk…!”

Amidst the chaos of loud bangs, Nataek’s groans slipped out. Between his tense thighs, the slick friction burned hotter, and the raw sound of Medeus’s breath at his ear had precum dripping from Nataek’s tip as well. The more savage the thrusts grew, the whiter his knuckles became as blood vessels stood out across his hands. Muscles and sinews strained sharply along his arms, as if he were enduring a punishment.

Just as his legs began to weaken from being driven mercilessly to the brink, Medeus halted and pressed himself directly against Nataek’s opening.