HDCLSSRS Ch 57(18+)

Chapter 57 An Unavoidable Matter (4)

(18+)

Creak, creak.

Baek Ryeoil quickened his pace.

“…Ah… uh…”

As if in response, a low moan that scratched the vocal cords became more frequent.

His heart pounded violently.

He swallowed dryly without realizing.

Heat rushed to his face.

Splash, splash, splash, splash!

“Ah, aah… I, I’m… hng.”

Seong Muyeon slammed the back of his head against the edge of the tub. His lower jaw trembled.

“Hng…!”

Now he had even stopped breathing. Baek Ryeoil felt his entire body tense up. His waist lifted off the water.

When Baek Ryeoil raised his hand, Seong Muyeon pulled his hips back. And when the hand came down, he raised his hips again. Their movements were in perfect harmony, complementing one another.

Soon, Baek Ryeoil felt the cock in his hand throb and swell as if pulsing.

Then.

“Aah… ah…!”

A strangled breath escaped. White semen spurted from the tip of the cock. His thighs twitched in spasms, and the steady stream of white fluid blended into the clear water.

“Haa… haa…”

Seong Muyeon sagged as if nothing had happened. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he gasped to make up for the breath he had held in.

Unable to look Baek Ryeoil in the eye, he covered his eyes with an arm.

“…”

Baek Ryeoil leaned in closer and brushed his hand away. A face flushed crimson was revealed. His eyes were misty and his lips were slack. Baek Ryeoil licked the reddened corners of his eyes and tasted salt.

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

Baek Ryeoil whispered like a sigh. The overwhelming intensity of their first experience flashed through his mind. He wanted to open him up right this moment, to slide inside and feel that shudder.

Eagerly, he reached down. His unusually thick and knotted fingers forced their way into the tight entrance.

It had been worth focusing solely on him.

Unlike before—when the hole had clenched so tightly it felt like his fingers would snap—it was now softened and yielding thanks to the hot bathwater and the lingering sensation from release.

“Hng…”

Even so, Seong Muyeon’s brow furrowed at the dull ache of being stretched open.

“Does it hurt?”

Seong Muyeon shook his head slightly.

“No…”

It was certainly better than before. The foreignness remained, but at least there was no pain.

Yet, in a different sense, it was unbearable. To climax by another’s hand—and now that same hand was prodding his rear?

He couldn’t lift his head. Instead, he buried his face in Baek Ryeoil’s shoulder.

Suddenly, Seong Muyeon clenched his thighs.

“Hm?”

Baek Ryeoil quickly noticed the reaction. He retraced his last action.

“Here… like this…?”

“Aah!”

Just as he thought.

Baek Ryeoil’s face lit up with delight.

“You like it when I do this, don’t you?”

The skills that served him well on the battlefield proved just as effective in bed. He continued to stimulate the spot that drew reactions from Seong Muyeon.

“Ah, aah, huh. No, wait, hng!”

Seong Muyeon gasped for breath. Unaware of what he was doing, he clutched and scratched at Baek Ryeoil’s shoulder. In a frantic flail, his hand had landed there.

The cock that had gone limp after release was stiffening again. It swayed with each movement of his body.

This was a clearly different reaction from before.

“…Don’t clench so hard.”

Baek Ryeoil muttered low. Watching Seong Muyeon tremble uncontrollably under his touch, he could no longer restrain himself. His face flushed hot, and his heart pounded in his ears.

Splash—! With the sound of water, Baek Ryeoil lifted him in his arms and quickly moved to the bed.

Having just come out of the hot water, Seong Muyeon curled up from the cold.

Baek Ryeoil supported him with one arm and propped himself up on the bed with the other. His body leaned down. There was no jarring impact; instead, soft bedding gently cradled his back. The chill was brief—Baek Ryeoil’s body covered him completely, and warmth returned.

“I’m going in. Relax.”

Seong Muyeon looked up with glazed eyes as Baek Ryeoil aligned their hips. The blunt head of his cock pressed against the soft entrance.

Then Baek Ryeoil slowly pushed his hips forward.

“Huh, huk…”

The distant, dull pain made Seong Muyeon feel like his breath had stopped. Baek Ryeoil threaded his fingers into his hair and cradled him.

“Just breathe… slowly…”

His voice, soothing and low, moved slowly just like the insertion.

“Just a little more…”

‘A little?’

Seong Muyeon thought, clinging to his shoulder.

It wasn’t of a size one could call ‘a little.’ Baek Ryeoil’s cock was practically a weapon. He couldn’t believe he’d managed to take it before. That sensation of being split in two hadn’t been an illusion.

His eyes stung without warning and soon grew damp.

As his breathing became more erratic, Baek Ryeoil halted his movements. He hadn’t realized before, but Seong Muyeon was really struggling.

“…It hurts.”

Seong Muyeon bit his lip as he spoke.

“Should I stop?”

At that, Seong Muyeon opened his eyes narrowly. A single tear clung to the corner.

“You didn’t listen when I begged you to stop last time.”

“I—it was my first time, I said so.”

Baek Ryeoil flinched. Truthfully, he was barely holding back even now. He wanted to ram himself into that tight space, carve a path, stretch it wide, and savor the fruit.

But he endured. Cultivation often involved withstanding pain. Resisting carnal desire was trivial in comparison.

…Yet part of him feared Seong Muyeon might truly ask him to stop. He would stake even his manhood that a third chance wouldn’t come.

“…I’ll try to endure.”

Baek Ryeoil exhaled in relief. This flesh, once tasted, was addictive enough to make a man crave to thrust in again and again until satisfied. He hadn’t even gotten halfway in, and already he didn’t want to pull out.

“Alright… I’ll go slowly.”

“Hngh… okay…”

Seong Muyeon steadied his breath.

How commendable.

The next thrust was even slower. He pushed in gradually so Seong Muyeon could adjust, pausing whenever necessary, gently pulling out and reentering.

But as the penetration deepened, it grew harder for Seong Muyeon to endure. A wave of nausea rose, as if his insides were being pushed up.

“Ah, aah… I can’t… please, wait.”

Seong Muyeon braced himself against Baek Ryeoil’s shoulders to push him away.

‘No.’

He couldn’t back out now. He had endured this much—he wanted to taste the reward. No matter how long and painful the journey, if the destination was certain, he could persevere.

However… if this also ended up as a bad memory for Seong Muyeon, a third opportunity would never come. He would bet even his manhood on that.

“Relax.”

He said it, but the truth was bleak. Seong Muyeon had tensed up again, his body stiff as a board. Having missed the moment once, Baek Ryeoil had to think of a new way to catch the flow.

In that fleeting moment, Baek Ryeoil’s mind raced.

“I can’t. I just can’t. How can I control this? Let’s just stop for today…”

Then it happened.

Baek Ryeoil’s lips covered Seong Muyeon’s.

There wasn’t even time to be surprised.

A hot tongue forced its way in. It was so hot and wet it made him dizzy—and unbelievably sweet. Could a person’s tongue really taste like this?

Baek Ryeoil’s eyes, framed by thick lashes, were closed in concentration. His brows slightly furrowed as he focused on the kiss. Their joined tongues gently soothed him. Seong Muyeon’s eyes gradually closed and disappeared beneath his lids.

“Hmm…”

He wrapped his arms around Baek Ryeoil’s neck.

The pain and pressure from penetration eased.

Whether in bed or outside, his relationship with Baek Ryeoil always involved shouting and pursuit. But this was different. It was unusually peaceful—almost tender.

As his body heated again, the tensed muscles slowly loosened. His rigid body naturally relaxed onto the sheets.

Baek Ryeoil’s cock, which had partly withdrawn, slid in again—and this time it didn’t bother him. Seong Muyeon even wished the kiss would deepen further, pulling Baek Ryeoil in or lifting his own torso toward him.

Meanwhile, Baek Ryeoil drove deeper. Showering kisses above, he burrowed into his body below.

Eventually, their lips parted.

“You’re alright, right?”

At some point, Baek Ryeoil had slid all the way in without causing any pain. Seong Muyeon was dazed, half in a haze.

“…I’m fine.”

Their lips still hovered close enough to share breath. With their foreheads touching, Baek Ryeoil thrust deeply again, his eyelashes quivering.

Seong Muyeon gently brushed away the bangs that had fallen across Baek Ryeoil’s forehead. In response, Baek Ryeoil slightly opened his eyes.

“…Does it feel good?”

Baek Ryeoil’s soft exhale trembled slightly.

“It feels good…”

A short kiss followed. Each time their eyes met, they tangled tongues again, and even the air between them grew humid from their breaths.

At some point, an itch grew along Seong Muyeon’s inner walls. What he had thought was merely friction heat had intensified with the continued thrusts until it was impossible to ignore.

He rolled his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. If he let his guard down, strange noises might slip out.

Before long, he realized what it truly was—pleasure. Even while seemingly lost in his own lust, Baek Ryeoil meticulously targeted every spot that made him react.

What had started as muffled breaths and grunts now rose in pitch.