TSBIRBV Ch 173(NSFW)

Chapter 173 Heshi’s Bi (9)(NSFW)

“It feels so much thinner than before.”

Haryang murmured, and Yegyeol flinched.

He instinctively understood that what his Senior Brother meant by “before” was twenty years ago.

In truth, he had died during the Kunlun Blood Massacre and been reborn, so while his appearance was similar to his past life, certain differences were inevitable.

“Don’t only feed me with your lower lips—your upper lips should eat, too.”

The cold, austere face that looked as though it would freeze solid if touched and the lewd words spoken by that same mouth created a jarring dissonance.

Too serious to be a joke, and yet too obscene to be pure concern.

Yegyeol opened and closed his lips soundlessly before finally nodding.

“Yes, yes…”

Sniffling as he nodded, he felt Haryang rub his ankle meaningfully as he whispered:

“If I hear again that you’ve skipped meals, I’ll feed you myself.”

“I-it’s fine…”

Unable to promise he’d eat well, Yegyeol only mumbled.

It was true—he had often skipped meals. Especially when separated from Haryang for long stretches, when his guiding energy ran low, even the smell of food could become unbearable.

And the one who had tattled about it to Haryang was obvious.

Samrang, seriously…

Though he seemed lazy, like he wanted nothing more than to retire early and spend his life idling, his meticulousness proved why he was counted among Je Haryang’s subordinates.

Resolving to scold Samrang later, Yegyeol suddenly felt himself lifted.

“Ah?”

“Like this… on my lap.”

Haryang sat him down astride his thighs. The cock filling him now prodded at entirely new angles, and Yegyeol curled in on himself.

Tilting Yegyeol’s face toward his shoulder, Haryang pressed his fingers against his disciple’s lips.

“Like this… hmm? You understand?”

Yegyeol took his fingers into his mouth like a child biting into ice cream and nodded.

“I-I’ll ea-eat… pro-perly.”

His muffled voice was mangled by the effort not to bite the fingers between his teeth.

“My good fortune that you’re so obedient.”

Satisfied with the answer, Haryang withdrew his fingers—only to slide them down below.

The narrow passage was already stuffed full with his cock, leaving no room. Yet Haryang pried it wider, forcing a finger in alongside.

“Hhht! Aahhh…!”

Even a sheet of paper’s thickness would’ve been painful, but Haryang’s finger—so long and thick—wedged between cock and inner wall made its presence impossible to ignore.

He rubbed his fingertip inside, thrusting out of rhythm with his cock, before wrapping Yegyeol tightly in his arms.

“You’re too small.”

His ragged breath brushed directly against Yegyeol’s ear.

“If I keep fucking you like this, it feels like you’ll break.”

Yet even as he said it, his thrusts were relentless, merciless.

“No, no… ahhh! I’ll break, I’ll—!”

Yegyeol shook his head violently. That excuse—that danger—was more frightening than being broken.

So long as guiding continued, wasn’t an Esper practically immortal?

“But still, hm? If you truly did shatter, what then? What do you want me to do?”

As if urging him to answer, Haryang pressed insistently at his most sensitive spot while he asked.

In truth, Yegyeol had no choice of answer.

“Keep holding me… nghh, keep me, even if I break, even if I’m ruined…”

The words fell apart into whimpers, but Haryang only smiled, satisfied—because he had heard what he wanted.

“Very well.”

Words spoken in the haze of ecstasy bore no more reliability than drunken ramblings.

But it did not matter.

“So be it. I’ll do as you wish.”

Hadn’t he long ago promised to grant his disciple anything he desired?

Haryang pulled his fingers and cock free at once. Empty, Yegyeol’s hole twitched reflexively.

The loss was brief—Haryang’s cock immediately speared back in, driving straight through him.

Though he had spilled several times already, leaving his cum thinner, his cock was still as hard as ever, filling Yegyeol to the brim. It scoured him, plundered his depths, lifting him dizzyingly high before plunging him back into the abyss.

Elation and vertigo.

It was rougher, deeper than their first time. In truth, foreplay had never been necessary. Yegyeol’s body responded only to Haryang.

“Yegyeol, ah, Yegyeol…”

Insatiable, Haryang devoured him—ear, cheek, forehead, jaw, nape, shoulder, peaked nipples. Wherever his lips touched bloomed a red mark like a wildflower.

“Ahhh, ahh…!”

Not even in the moment of his rebirth had he cried so hard.

Yegyeol couldn’t tell whether the wetness streaking his cheeks was spit, tears, or sweat. His whole body was drenched.

He was crying above and below alike.

“Beautiful… so beautiful…”

Haryang was like a beast tearing through the leash that bound him. He did not know how to stop, moving endlessly atop his disciple’s body.

His weight, subtle but unyielding, pinned Yegyeol, leaving no room to flee. Just as with the Black Ghost, Haryang abhorred letting him slip away.

With every thrust, lewd slaps echoed between their bodies.

Yegyeol’s limbs trembled uncontrollably, as though it was a miracle he was even conscious.

“It… it’s too much…”

His voice was utterly different now, raw and hoarse from screaming.

That husky sound only sharpened Haryang’s desire. Even Yegyeol’s voice, even the marks on his body, were all things Haryang had painted.

“But Yegyeol.”

Haryang’s own voice was low, husky, saturated with lust—so unlike the composed, noble man he usually was.

His lower abdomen was slick, smeared with cum.

Or perhaps it was his Senior Brother’s seed, overflowing from inside him.

Yegyeol licked his lips dazedly at the thought.

The sight was so indecent he almost wished for his blindfold again.

Despite everything, despite his body’s torment, his lower half stirred back to life. Seeing it, Haryang only grew bolder.

“Didn’t you promise to carry me on your back?”

He whispered slyly.

Carry you? How…?

Yegyeol’s eyes went round, his gaze plain.

Even without words, Haryang felt he could read his disciple’s thoughts. A smile, equal parts hunger and contentment, curved his lips.

He wanted to be gentle, not to frighten him with shades of the Black Ghost. So he granted him no room to think at all.

“If you don’t know how, I’ll teach you soon enough…”

As he spilled himself inside again, Haryang murmured.

This time, he didn’t immediately resume. He withdrew.

The cock that had plugged him slid free, and white, viscous seed spilled in heavy gushes.

“Hhhh…”

Some spattered down his thighs, but there was so much that little white pools formed beneath his ass.

Haryang clicked his tongue.

He liked leaving his seed inside him. It was the instinct of a beast, marking what was his. But when there was too much, when there was no room left for more, it was almost disappointing.

“Hhh, hhhnn…”

Stirring him with a finger, his oversensitized walls rippled greedily, clenching down on it. Yegyeol cried that it was too much, but his body welcomed him.

I can’t even risk letting him out of my sight.

Once he deemed enough had spilled, Haryang pulled his finger free and easily flipped him over. Yegyeol reflexively braced on his arms.

Haryang pressed close from behind and drove his cock back into his twitching hole.

“Khh… hhhnngh…!”

The sensation from behind was even more overwhelming, as if the weight of his entire body was bearing down, making his cock feel impossibly large.

“Hhh, haaah…”

Breathing deeply, Yegyeol tried to relax. Haryang slid his hand down his spine, gentle enough to raise goosebumps.

“Now… carry me well.”

Wrapping his arms around him from behind, Haryang braced his hand against the mattress beside Yegyeol’s.

His thrusts came smoother this time.

“Ahhh, ahhhhnn…”

It seemed gentler, but that was an illusion. Unlike when he simply dangled helplessly, now Yegyeol had to support some of the strain himself.

Sweat soaked his back quickly. He couldn’t see Haryang’s face, but his breaths teased his ear.

It felt endless. And still, it felt good.

The broad chest pressed to his back, the flex of muscles in his arms, the scent of night blossoms and Haryang’s musk filling his nose—

Everything was maddeningly sweet.

“Senior Brother… please, deeper, hold me tighter…”

Haryang answered only by laying his hand over Yegyeol’s.

His cock plunged in heavy, relentless strokes, and Yegyeol took him with his whole body. Each time he looked up, his eyes glimmered with tears.

Haryang knew he was at his limit, yet hearing no complaint, only pleas for more, he pretended ignorance and ravished him harder.

When he buried himself to the hilt, he felt as if his disciple’s heartbeat resonated within his own body.

And that was joy.

Hot, fragrant… alive.

After decades, he had finally grasped his heart demon, clutching it in both arms.

Even if it was madness, even if it was an illusion his obsession conjured—so be it. Whether Yegyeol was the Devil Sect’s failed creation or its masterpiece, it did not matter.

So long as he truly existed.

If I am indeed too far gone, wholly devoured by my heart demon…

Then let me never wake.

“I’m sorry… for being such a shameless, beastly man.”

Haryang whispered, stroking Yegyeol’s cheek.