HDCLSSRS Ch 39(Mild NSFW)

Chapter 39 A Taste of Frustration (1)

 

(Mild NSFW)

 

Baek Ryeoil thought nothing of sexual acts.

After all, wasn’t it merely a physical activity?

When it came to anything involving the body, Baek Ryeoil was confident. To him, tonight was nothing more or less than a medical procedure to treat the other’s body.

At least, that was the case until the two of them sat facing each other on the bed.

“……”

When his gaze landed on Seong Muyeon’s bony shoulders, Baek Ryeoil involuntarily swallowed.

“The ointment?”

“Yes, lie down.”

Seong Muyeon hesitated before laying his back against the bed. The way his eyes darted around made him seem quite uneasy.

When Baek Ryeoil began to undress him, Seong Muyeon raised a hand to cover his own eyes. A voice full of resignation escaped his lips.

“Let’s do it quickly and get it over with.”

“I was going to.”

Despite the indifferent tone he spat out, Baek Ryeoil was inwardly agitated. His heart had been pounding madly for some time now, and it wasn’t as if he’d been running.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

Baek Ryeoil recalled the contents of Bangjungsul(dual cultivation).

It was a spiritual practice for purification, one that removed toxic energy through a harmonious union of yin and yang.

Therefore, one had to approach it with a solemn heart.

He managed to calm himself with that thought, but as soon as he saw that pale skin again, his heart began to pound anew. Baek Ryeoil sat down between Seong Muyeon’s legs.

Something sparkled on the chest, flickering in the candlelight. It was a small gold necklace. Without realizing it, Baek Ryeoil reached out and gently lifted it.

“What is this?”

Engraved in relief on the flat circular pendant was a lotus flower.

“A keepsake from my mother.”

Seong Muyeon added quietly.

“……I’m really dying here. Please just do something, quickly. At this rate, morning will come.”

“Ah, okay.”

Baek Ryeoil set the necklace down and poured the aromatic oil he had prepared into his palm.

Having memorized the book nearly word for word, he had no trouble with the procedure. He knew well how to do it safely and properly. That’s why he was confident.

But contrary to expectation, the moment arrived and his hands began to tremble.

Was he nervous?

Me?

That can’t be.

Baek Ryeoil scoffed to himself and reached toward the private area.

“Wait a moment.”

Seong Muyeon placed a cold hand on his chest.

“What now?”

“……We had no other choice, so it’s come to this, but once tonight is over, we pretend this never happened.”

Baek Ryeoil shrugged.

“Alright.”

“And one more thing.”

Annoyed by how long Seong Muyeon was dragging this out, Baek Ryeoil raised an eyebrow. Seong Muyeon hesitated, then spoke with a miserable expression.

“Tonight is nothing more or less than a treatment. You understand?”

“What else could it be? Are you worried we might catch feelings or something?”

Baek Ryeoil let out a cold snort and continued.

“I guarantee it, even if I died and came back to life, that’s not happening. I’ve never once— No, putting that aside, even if anyone else might be possible, never someone from the Demonic Cult. And especially not you, the son of the cult leader.”

At his vehement response, Seong Muyeon nodded in relief. Good. No matter what anyone said, Baek Ryeoil was the person who despised the Demonic Cult most in this world. He could rest assured that one night of physical contact wouldn’t lead to emotional entanglement.

“Then that’s enough.”

Seong Muyeon closed his eyes again, laying himself down as if dead. For some reason, Baek Ryeoil felt irritated.

That someone from the Demonic Cult would even entertain such absurd fantasies about him was an insult.

Almost as if to take revenge for his offended pride, Baek Ryeoil reached directly for the groin without any further preparation. At the touch of another, Seong Muyeon flinched and pressed his legs together.

“Ugh, that’s cold…”

The tremors from the man lying beneath him transmitted directly to Baek Ryeoil. For a moment, he felt as if he couldn’t breathe. His mind spun so wildly he couldn’t even think straight.

What’s going on? Get a grip.

He quickly regained his composure and lifted Seong Muyeon’s knees.

“Bear with it.”

Trying to shake off his growing daze, he tensed his jaw involuntarily.

He steadied himself again and reached down. His slick palm touched the cleft between the rounded buttocks.

He soon found the tightly closed entrance. Without hesitation, he pushed a finger in, and Seong Muyeon’s thigh muscles tensed. But since he wasn’t being pushed away, Baek Ryeoil took that as encouragement and pressed in deeper.

‘Doesn’t seem to hurt.’

Only then did he allow himself to relax slightly and smirk.

Of course. Who do you think I am?

The sensation at his fingertip was strange. It was hot, moist, and clenching tightly around him.

“……”

As he widened the path, no words were exchanged between them. Seong Muyeon simply bit his lip and endured, while Baek Ryeoil…

Thump, thump, thump.

‘……’

His heart thudded violently, and his face grew hot. Blood surged to his center, making it throb.

He had trained in a spiritual technique meant to purify the mind, but it still depended on the practitioner’s inner state. If someone harbored lustful desires, the technique alone couldn’t suppress them.

But Baek Ryeoil had never had an interest in such things before.

He thought himself different from others. But only now, today, did he realize the truth: he was just as vulnerable to instinct.

Each time a low moan escaped the lips of Seong Muyeon lying beneath him, his head spun. His vision blurred…

Meanwhile, Seong Muyeon shuddered at the unfamiliar intrusion. It didn’t exactly hurt, but the sensation was disturbing. It made him nauseous, and he wished only for the moment to pass quickly.

Then suddenly, he felt something strange sliding down his abdomen. When he opened his eyes, he saw thick droplets of blood.

It was from Baek Ryeoil’s nose.

“Do—Dojang! Your nose is bleeding!”

“Oh.”

Only then did Baek Ryeoil realize he was having a nosebleed.

“I’ll stop the bleeding—”

“It’s fine.”

He wiped his nose roughly with one hand. Then he grabbed Seong Muyeon’s arm and leaned over him, applying his weight.

“I’m putting it in.”

As the blunt tip pushed in, the tight entrance began to slowly give way.

“Wa—wait! Ugh…!”

It hurt.

So much that tears welled in his eyes. It felt like his body was being torn apart.

Seong Muyeon’s face twisted in pain as he glanced down—only to freeze.

Baek Ryeoil’s member was beyond comprehension in size. Meanwhile, his own pitiful organ lay limp on his stomach, showing no response.

“T-There’s no way that’s going to fit. Ugh!”

“Relax.”

When Baek Ryeoil spoke, his breath came out rough.

“Easy for you to say, ugh…!”

Regardless, Baek Ryeoil proceeded steadily. Seong Muyeon writhed like a fish out of water. Annoyed, Baek Ryeoil pinned his arms above his head.

After that, Seong Muyeon could no longer see what was happening. His view was blocked by Baek Ryeoil’s body leaning over his shoulder.

He felt warm breaths against his nape.

“…Baek Dojang?”

“…Too tight.”

Lips murmured against his skin.

Hot breaths escaped from Baek Ryeoil’s mouth again and again onto his shoulder.

“…I’m going crazy.”

It was Baek Ryeoil’s first time using his genitals. The sensation was indescribably good.

As he pushed into the narrow passage, the warm, slick walls seemed to suck him in.

But only Baek Ryeoil felt that way. For Seong Muyeon, it was different. The pain was so intense he almost believed Baek Ryeoil was trying to kill him. He grew dizzy, and his head spun so fast he couldn’t even tell whether it was getting better.

From the brief glimpse he’d caught, Baek Ryeoil’s member was practically a weapon.

Yet Seong Muyeon had no choice.

Whether he died this way or that, it didn’t matter—he just had to endure with tears in his eyes.

His untouched insides hadn’t been stretched or accustomed, so they were unbearably tight. When it became impossible to go any deeper, Baek Ryeoil pulled back slightly, then slowly pressed in again, each time reaching further.

Seong Muyeon could feel every movement along the sensitive membranes. The heat, the hardness—he felt it all.

“Ugh…”

Seong Muyeon let out a sob-like noise. All he could do was grip the shoulders of the man looming over him and hold on.

Sensing his tension, Baek Ryeoil whispered in a low voice.

“Does it hurt?”

Seong Muyeon quickly nodded.

“I-I didn’t think it would hurt this much…”

“Really?”

“C-Can we rest a bit…? Dojang? Ugh.”

But Baek Ryeoil didn’t stop. He continued to explore his depths. His movements were slow but unwavering. In fact, it felt like he was going deeper and faster.

“Ah, ahh…! Dojang, Dojang!”

Seong Muyeon had no more dignity left. Gasping like he was about to die, he clutched at Baek Ryeoil’s shoulders. His fingernails dug into the skin.

He didn’t think he could hold on any longer.

“S-Stop… Dojang! Ugh.”

Despite Seong Muyeon’s pleas, Baek Ryeoil ignored him and murmured with a strained breath:

“Inside you… it’s so warm.”