HDCLSSRS Ch 58(18+)

Chapter 58 An Unavoidable Matter (5)

(18+)

“Does it hurt?”

“Haa… No…”

A single bead of sweat that had gathered at the tip of Baek Ryeoil’s nose fell with a soft plop onto Seong Muyeon’s cheek.

It was neither cold nor hot—just the same temperature as their bodies.

Baek Ryeoil had now regained some of his composure.

The mere act of delving into Seong Muyeon’s narrow inner walls was already immensely pleasurable. But what he truly desired was to witness Seong Muyeon groan and sob uncontrollably, unable to endure the sensation. He wished to see him stiffen once more as he spilled his seed.

He grasped the now-hardened member of Seong Muyeon and began to stroke it.

Baek Ryeoil changed the angle of penetration and experimented several times. Eventually, he drew forth a high-pitched scream from Seong Muyeon.

“Ugh…? Ah, ah! Wait… Ah!”

Just a little more.

The veins bulged from Baek Ryeoil’s forearms as he braced himself against the bedding.

“Urgh…! Ugh, ah!”

Seong Muyeon clawed at his firm forearms, but the skin stretched over tightly wound muscles bore no marks.

As the cries grew higher in pitch, Baek Ryeoil needed even greater restraint. He had to resist the urge to shatter this frail man weeping beneath him—a man so delicate he might crumble like a biscuit with a mere squeeze.

He was endlessly stimulated—through hearing, sight, and touch. The soft, moist inner walls pulsed and sucked him in. The slender legs hooked over his thighs flailed helplessly, the pale body rising and falling in rhythm with his movements.

All of it struck him like a blow—each element an overwhelming stimulus.

Even his member, already swollen to the point of bursting, trembled as if it could take no more.

“Ah, aaah! Ah, ahh…!”

Soon, Baek Ryeoil began to thrust fervently.

His clenched jaw was rigid. The fingers braced against the bedding turned white from pressure, as they supported the weight and force of his thrusts.

In this moment, nothing else mattered.

Panting, Baek Ryeoil devoured Seong Muyeon’s breath. The two were joined above and below, pulling each other closer.

Baek Ryeoil could no longer catch his breath. He inhaled and exhaled raw, ragged gasps. In this very moment, he was no longer the cultivator who must always compose his mind and body—he was a beast, driven only by the craving for this sweet sensation.

A massive, crimson, grotesque shaft drove in and out with alarming speed.

It was a pleasure so exquisite it was almost terrifying.

It was a shiver down the spine.

“Ah, aaahhh…”

“Ugh…”

The two reached climax at the same time.

With a violent spurt, thick seminal fluid filled Seong Muyeon’s deepest parts.

“Haa… Haa…”

Seong Muyeon looked down through his hazy vision. He too had released a white mess upon his abdomen, which now trembled and smeared against Baek Ryeoil’s abdominal muscles.

As the height of ecstasy ebbed like the receding tide, Seong Muyeon trembled with the sensation of his body sinking into lassitude. For some reason, his chest felt cold.

He waited for Baek Ryeoil to withdraw. But Baek Ryeoil, seemingly unconcerned with hiding his ragged breathing, merely rested his forehead against Seong Muyeon’s.

“Seong Muyeon…”

His passionate, black eyes gazed deeply into Seong Muyeon. Soon after, their lips met again.

It was unlike the kisses exchanged during the act. Those had been meals to satisfy hunger—this one was more akin to dessert. A slow, savoring indulgence.

Baek Ryeoil did not pull out, instead giving a slow, teasing movement inside. The white essence filling the inner cavity began to seep out.

Seong Muyeon had, without realizing, forgotten the chill that had settled in his chest. He clung to the fading afterglow of pleasure, desperate to make it last.

At last, when their breathing and body heat had fully settled—

“Your face is red.”

Baek Ryeoil spoke up.

“So is yours,” Seong Muyeon muttered awkwardly, feeling embarrassed for no particular reason. Yet Baek Ryeoil, as if unfamiliar with shame, examined his face intently with calm eyes. Their noses brushed lightly, close enough to feel every breath. One would never guess they had just been locked in such fierce intimacy.

‘…What kind of man has such soft skin?’

Baek Ryeoil found himself once more scrutinizing Seong Muyeon’s features. His eyebrows and eyelashes were all so fine, giving his face a softer impression compared to charcoal strokes.

His reddened eyes were damp with tears.

“…You’re heavy. Perhaps now you could move aside.”

“Ah, hold still a moment.”

He brushed back the damp lashes, prompting Seong Muyeon to flinch ever so slightly. Their cheeks, touching lightly, tickled. Now that he looked closely, pale peach fuzz caught his eye. He could feel those fine hairs with the sensitive surface of his lips.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ve got baby fuzz. You’re not even a child.”

“Ridic—”

Seong Muyeon clicked his tongue irritably, though he did not appear particularly displeased. He seemed calm, at ease.

Baek Ryeoil, for some reason, felt rather proud of himself.

‘Of course. There’s nothing this body cannot do.’

“How’s your body?”

Seong Muyeon let out a long, elaborate sigh.

He felt undeniably better. Not even a shadow of comparison to before. In fact, he hadn’t felt this light in years.

“Just by looking at your face, I can tell. You’re much improved, right?”

“Yes, well. Annoying as it is, I must agree.”

“Knew it. There’s nothing I can’t do.”

“Yes, yes. I received great benefit.”

Baek Ryeoil had heard all kinds of lewd nonsense while guzzling alcohol in street taverns—phrases like “after sharing a bed, two people grow closer than lifelong friends” or “it shows.” At the time, he hadn’t understood what they meant. Now he thought he did.

To bare one’s body to another and spend the night entwined was not a simple matter, as he had assumed.

Baek Ryeoil had believed it akin to applying ointment or wrapping bandages. He now admitted his mistake.

They had merely shared a bed, yet any aversion to lying pressed together, exposing their vulnerable parts, had completely vanished.

He could somewhat understand why Seong Muyeon had been so startled.

A languid satisfaction enveloped him.

At the same time, Seong Muyeon thought:

‘…Not bad at all.’

His body had only worsened with time, always like carrying a ticking time bomb. For the first time in years, he felt refreshed.

Had the experience been as agonizing as the first attempt, when it had felt like his backside was being split in two, he might have thought differently. But Baek Ryeoil’s technique had undeniably improved. It didn’t even hurt. It was, in fact, ideal.

‘I should make use of him more often.’

The next day, the Lord and Lady of the Seomun household prepared a lavish banquet in honor of Seong Muyeon and Baek Ryeoil.

“Seomun Yuha. Don’t trouble our gracious benefactors. Greet them courteously and return to your room quietly. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am…”

Seomun Yuha looked utterly deflated. Lady Seomun assumed her immature son was subdued after a stern scolding and felt a twinge of guilt. Still, she soon turned away sternly and took her seat.

But it wasn’t shame that had cowed Seomun Yuha. Upon learning that his actions the night before had nearly resulted in his entire family being massacred, the chill that crept down his arms refused to leave.

‘I must’ve been out of my mind.’

The moment he returned, he destroyed and burned all of his cherished collections.

He sat limply for a moment when the doors to the reception hall swung open.

“Oh my, Young Master! My lord! You’ve come! Please, take a seat!”

Seomun Hak leapt to his feet to greet the guests. From behind a tall man with broad shoulders emerged Seong Muyeon, his face looking hollow and drained.

“…Young Master, are you feeling unwell? I hope your accommodations were not lacking?”

“N-No, not at all.”

Seong Muyeon shook his head and took a seat. Watching him, Seomun Yuha’s eyes grew misty.

‘…He must’ve suffered so much in last night’s battle!’

He would never forget the image of Seong Muyeon from the night before. Despite his frail body, he had displayed such formidable martial prowess. Seong Muyeon had left a deep impression on him.

‘So… cool!’

Throughout the banquet, Seomun Yuha could not take his eyes off Seong Muyeon.

In some ways, the two were alike. They both had bodies that made learning martial arts difficult.

As the atmosphere grew warmer, Seomun Yuha slyly pulled his chair closer to Seong Muyeon.

“Master Seong, won’t you honor me by accepting a drink?”

“I do not drink,” Seong Muyeon declined politely, but Seomun Yuha did not return to his place. Instead, he propped his elbow on the table and stared intently at Seong Muyeon with a gaze so intense it was almost burdensome. His thick lashes fluttered incessantly.

“Now that I look closely, Master Seong… you have such beautiful skin.”

He delivered the compliment with disarming ease.

Then, his gaze happened to drift behind Seong Muyeon. His smiling face froze abruptly.

“Hmm?”

When Seong Muyeon turned around, he saw only Baek Ryeoil guzzling liquor from the bottle.

“What is it, Lord Seomun?”

“Oh, it’s nothing at all.”

Seomun Yuha laughed awkwardly and changed the subject. Seong Muyeon, unaware that Baek Ryeoil had threatened Seomun Yuha the previous night—warning that if he dared to speak of what he had seen today, he would be beaten so badly even his parents wouldn’t recognize him—tilted his head in confusion.

Indeed, Seomun Yuha had been silenced.