HDCLSSRS Ch 56(Mild NSFW)

Chapter 56 An Unavoidable Matter (3)

 

(Mild NSFW)

Their first physical encounter had left an uncomfortable memory for both of them. For Seong Muyeon, it had been a painful experience, and for Baek Ryeoil, a blow to his pride.

He had sworn there would be no second time…

But when Baek Ryeoil raised his hand to cup his cheek, Seong Muyeon, who had always flinched like a freshly caught fish, leaned into the touch quietly, closing his eyes as if drowsy.

It was a silent consent.

The wish he had yearned for all his life had finally come true, softening his heart enough to tear down all his defenses and walls.

Tonight, Seong Muyeon would entrust everything to Baek Ryeoil.

At that moment, Baek Ryeoil lost all reason. His body reacted immediately—his erection surged upright in an instant.

His thick lashes cast shadows, and beneath them, his dark pupils quivered with passion as they meticulously searched Seong Muyeon’s every inch, as if trying to discover something he desired.

Their breaths intermingled, close enough to mingle as one.

Baek Ryeoil had imagined this moment countless times. He had repeated to himself over and over that if given another chance, he could do far better than before.

But all the plans he had meticulously crafted—what to do and how to do it—vanished into thin air.

His once expansive gaze narrowed drastically, now focused solely on Seong Muyeon’s body.

His senses became hyperaware, able to feel Seong Muyeon’s breath and heartbeat.

His body kept leaning closer to Seong Muyeon, but the wooden bathtub stood between them.

With a splash, Baek Ryeoil climbed into the tub. His broad shoulders completely eclipsed Seong Muyeon’s body.

Seong Muyeon was enveloped in his shadow. Strangely, hiding beneath Baek Ryeoil’s massive form brought a sense of relief. It felt like no harsh words in the world could breach Baek Ryeoil’s shield and reach him.

“I want to taste every inch of your skin.”

Baek Ryeoil opened wide and took his shoulder into his mouth. It was not a bite, but a long lick with a limp, soft tongue.

“I was too hasty last time.”

He buried his nose in the nape of Seong Muyeon’s neck and inhaled deeply.

“Haa…”

From the beginning, he had thought the scent unusual. It was a scent that lingered at the tip of his nose, drawing his attention without fail. Unlike perfume or rare incense, it seemed to be Seong Muyeon’s own unique body scent.

The more he filled his lungs with that scent, the fainter it became, and that diminishing intensity left him yearning for more.

Though Baek Ryeoil had already been fully erect, he showed no interest in tending to his own body.

His only goal was to savor this man, trapped within his shadow.

But Baek Ryeoil didn’t rush. First, he feasted his eyes on Seong Muyeon’s bare form to his heart’s content. Though slightly more flesh had filled in compared to before, the body still appeared lean, barely changed.

‘I need to feed him better.’

It frustrated him that there was nothing but skin and bones—he couldn’t touch him freely for fear of bruising him.

A deep, damp kiss trailed up along his neck.

“There’s a mole here.”

He stopped between the neck and collarbone and lightly scraped the spot with his teeth.

Seong Muyeon instantly sucked in a sharp breath.

“Why?”

“…It tickles. Ugh.”

When Baek Ryeoil bit a little harder, Seong Muyeon tensed up. It was a strange, nerve-tingling sensation he hadn’t felt before.

Not missing that reaction, Baek Ryeoil licked his lips and smirked.

“You like it?”

“N-No, I don’t.”

“Oh, but you do.”

When Baek Ryeoil bared his teeth again, Seong Muyeon had no choice but to lean his neck back against the edge of the tub.

‘Wh-What is this…?’

He couldn’t resist. No, the desire to resist never even surfaced. Half of it was ticklish, and the other half was bizarrely pleasant.

His body melted like syrup. Though the neck was one of the most fatal weak spots for a warrior, Seong Muyeon let down all his guard. At some point, he had come to firmly believe that Baek Ryeoil would never hurt him.

“You seem to have a sensitive neck.”

“Haa… Haa…”

“See? You’re hard too.”

For the first time, Seong Muyeon’s member, which had never once stiffened, was slowly rising. Realizing this, he snapped back to himself and pushed at Baek Ryeoil’s chest.

“Wait a minute!”

“What?”

“What are you doing? Can’t we just get it over with and be done?”

He had already braced himself for the pain to come. But Baek Ryeoil was only lingering.

This kind of slow, sensual foreplay—it felt like something shared only between lovers. It unsettled Seong Muyeon.

“I mean, we could. But you said it hurt, right? I don’t want to hurt you… Don’t like it?”

When Baek Ryeoil placed his fingers on his flat stomach, Seong Muyeon’s body flinched slightly.

“…”

Seong Muyeon was confused.

He couldn’t tell if this Taoist standing before him with those bright, sparkling eyes was simply innocent or a refined pervert.

‘I don’t know anymore. Do whatever you want.’

Seong Muyeon gave up all resistance. He felt strangely empty inside.

Baek Ryeoil chuckled.

‘He really is amusing.’

Seong Muyeon never failed to defy his expectations. He always gave reactions no one could predict—even in bed.

The world had never felt more vivid than it did lately.

Baek Ryeoil leaned down. His kisses, light as if tasting, traveled downward. A drop of water clung to the rosy bud atop the pale chest. When he flicked it with his tongue, a sweet taste burst on his palate.

Baek Ryeoil immediately took the bud into his mouth.

“…!”

Seong Muyeon’s body jolted, but he made no sound. He glanced down with slightly narrowed eyes, glaring softly. This small creature had a remarkably low tolerance for discomfort, often sulking quickly.

Baek Ryeoil had prepared thoroughly for today.

Unlike what he’d imagined, their physical union was not something to be rushed through. The books were clear on this point too.

A complete union could only be achieved after sufficient arousal and relaxation. Forgetting that was his mistake the last time.

Today, he would redeem himself for that humiliation.

Baek Ryeoil swirled his tongue around the petite but elastic nipple, then pressed down. Each time he did, Seong Muyeon’s thigh, resting over his own, trembled in response.

“…”

Meanwhile, Seong Muyeon was bewildered. He had never expected things to go this way.

He had thought it would be just like the first time—a matter of enduring the pain. Baek Ryeoil had experience now, so perhaps he would be gentler.

But this was something else entirely.

Someone burying their face in his chest? Licking and biting him?

More shocking still…

Each time Baek Ryeoil’s tongue flicked at his nipple, a strange sensation rippled through his entire body.

Even though he didn’t want it, blood rushed to his face and his heart pounded wildly. The growing pressure in his lower body was unbearable.

Baek Ryeoil’s thick hair tickled his chest and abdomen. His breathing began to falter.

How could this be happening? What was wrong with his body?

The more he was touched, the more it reacted, and he wanted nothing more than to hide in a hole.

But the thoughts didn’t last long.

“Hnngh…”

Baek Ryeoil’s hand, submerged in the water, suddenly gripped his member tightly. Startled by his own moan, Seong Muyeon shouted in panic.

“What are you looking at?! It’s just a physiological reaction!”

“I know that.”

After all, Baek Ryeoil’s own was already throbbing to its limit.

“…”

Seong Muyeon clamped his mouth shut, cheeks flushed red. Judging by the look in his eyes, he had vowed not to make another sound. But Baek Ryeoil wanted to see him break.

Baek Ryeoil’s hands were large and rough, scarred from years of wielding a sword. He stroked Seong Muyeon’s shaft from top to bottom with those calloused fingers.

Seong Muyeon was pale not only on the outside but even in the more delicate areas. The swollen tip, flushed a soft red, reminded Baek Ryeoil of a plum blossom petal.

Baek Ryeoil took that member fully into his grasp.

“Hngh…!”

Seong Muyeon bit down on his own hand. But the trembling of his thighs gave him away.

Watching carefully, Baek Ryeoil increased the pressure of his grip. As he moved his hand, the sound of splashing water filled the room.

“Ah, it hurts…”

As the pressure grew too strong, Seong Muyeon pushed his hand away. Baek Ryeoil loosened his grip.

“Better?”

“…”

Seong Muyeon didn’t respond. But the way he bit his lip and closed his eyes suggested it was tolerable. His pale cheeks had flushed a healthy pink.

Baek Ryeoil stared hungrily at Seong Muyeon with clouded eyes. His gaze was drenched in desire, but it was focused solely on the other—not his own needs.

Seong Muyeon’s breathing quickened.

Baek Ryeoil decided to try something new. Instead of stroking the shaft, he suddenly used his thumb to rub the round tip.

“Hnnngh…”

Seong Muyeon’s slender waist arched upward. His clenched lips parted as a stifled moan escaped.

At that moment, Baek Ryeoil felt a shiver run up the back of his neck.

Just watching Seong Muyeon crumble sent his own breathing into disarray. Though he hadn’t even touched himself, his erection pulsed and twitched, straining as if ready to tear through clothing.