HDCLSSRS Ch 77(Slightly NSFW)

Chapter 77 Covered Eyes (1)(Slightly NSFW)

He couldn’t see, but he could feel the heartbeat pounding beneath his palm and the warmth of the body. Sung Muyeon fumbled, searching for the waistband.

A faint sigh came from below.

“Why not go back to Yakseon*(Medicine Sage)?”

“Yes. I will meet him. But in this condition, I can’t even leave the bed. Why do you ask? You were the one who made such a scene in Yakseon’s lab. Do you not want to do this?”

“No, it’s not that…”

Baek Ryeoil let out a soft sigh and slowly sat up again.

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“…….”

Sung Muyeon felt all strength drain from his body. As a result, he slipped down over Baek Ryeoil’s thigh.

He covered his face with his hands.

If…

If sleeping with Baek Ryeoil had no effect.

Then what was he supposed to do?

“This time, I don’t think it’s the illness. It’s the heart demon. To fix it, you need to sit in meditation and calm your mind. But you…”

“…Can’t circulate energy with this body.”

Sung Muyeon finished Baek Ryeoil’s trailing sentence. The illness he suffered from, if it worsened, would cause foul energy to build up in his meridians just from attempting to circulate inner power, eventually injuring his internal organs. How could someone like that perform energy circulation?

“Either way, I have to try.”

Sung Muyeon suddenly lifted his head. His unfocused eyes were burning fiercely.

He forcefully pushed Baek Ryeoil down and climbed on top of him. Waiting gloomily for death did not suit his temperament.

Without saying a word, he kissed Baek Ryeoil. But since he couldn’t see, their front teeth clashed painfully.

“Ugh.”

Sung Muyeon held his mouth. His lips and teeth ached so much that tears welled up. Even without seeing, he could picture Baek Ryeoil clutching his own lips.

“Ah, what should I do. I’m sorry. I couldn’t see.”

“…Good grief.”

Baek Ryeoil let out a dumbfounded laugh.

“Stay still. I’ll take care of it.”

At those words, Sung Muyeon flinched. Only now did he realize how powerless he was when he couldn’t see. He had been in this room for days, but now that he was blind, he couldn’t recall where anything was.

The most he could detect was Baek Ryeoil’s movement through the air shifting across his skin.

When Baek Ryeoil’s fingertips touched his cheek, Sung Muyeon shrank slightly.

“Don’t be startled.”

“I-It’s not like I can control it.”

A warm palm cupped his cheek, then slowly slid down his neck and across his chest.

“I’m going to undo your belt. Don’t move.”

“…….”

As warned, Baek Ryeoil untied his waistband. This time, Sung Muyeon didn’t flinch.

But still…

Sung Muyeon bit his lip.

Without his sight, he had to rely on his other senses. That made him overly sensitive to another’s touch. It felt like all his bodily sensations had sharpened drastically.

With a rustling sound, his outer robe slipped down his arms. Cold air crept between the layers that remained.

Sung Muyeon wasn’t used to passively receiving someone else’s touch. He was always the one who moved first.

If he made a move out of habit now, he might end up hurting something worse than just his lips.

But to leave himself in someone else’s hands?

It was maddening.

A rough fingertip carefully lifted his chin. Even without seeing, he knew the calloused hand belonged to Baek Ryeoil, but not being able to confirm it with his eyes gave him a strange feeling.

Complete darkness, like being bound.

A ridiculous fear took hold—that something might emerge from the darkness to devour him.

However…

Had he been able to see the expression on the man before him, he might have realized that this fear wasn’t entirely unfounded. Unfortunately, he was blind.

Baek Ryeoil stared intently at Sung Muyeon, who sat before him with his chin in Baek Ryeoil’s grip, half-lidded eyes fluttering open.

“…….”

Those unfocused pupils wandered uncertainly through the air.

Yes.

Sung Muyeon, in his vulnerable state, was in Baek Ryeoil’s hands.

Though he had never been a match for Baek Ryeoil in strength, he always acted like it didn’t matter. Now, he had surrendered his fate and was quietly waiting.

Gulp.

Baek Ryeoil swallowed dryly. His pupils contracted, and he could hear the loud pounding of blood in his head.

Even if he pinned him down with force, claimed his body, and thrust into him mercilessly, Sung Muyeon would at most tear up. If Baek Ryeoil cast a soundproofing technique, no matter how loudly Sung Muyeon screamed, no one would hear. Even when the sun rose tomorrow, no one would come to this place.

Baek Ryeoil could completely dominate and consume the powerless Sung Muyeon. That violent impulse stirred within him, and Baek Ryeoil felt tempted.

His heavy hand took both of Sung Muyeon’s wrists and pinned them behind his back.

“Don’t move.”

He captured Sung Muyeon’s lips.

“Mmph…”

Sung Muyeon couldn’t move recklessly, like a mouse before a wild beast. Once his arms were bound behind him, he lost even the will to resist.

It was as if he wished for his petty life to be taken quickly, so he could be freed from this terrifying moment.

Even his tongue became sluggish. Baek Ryeoil thoroughly explored his mouth. When he ravished his wet tongue or pulled back from his lips, Sung Muyeon had no choice but to follow.

Baek Ryeoil pulled away momentarily and admired Sung Muyeon’s state with satisfaction.

“…W-What are you doing?”

The silence must have made him uneasy—Sung Muyeon rolled his eyes.

It was only a moment, but for him, it felt like an eternity. Not knowing when or where something might touch him, his senses grew ever sharper.

Then, while he was on edge, Baek Ryeoil suddenly took one of the protrusions on his chest into his mouth.

“Hgh…!”

Sung Muyeon jolted immediately. The unexpected stimulation hit hard. He instinctively tried to recoil, but with his arms restrained, he couldn’t.

Baek Ryeoil’s lower half was already aching from Sung Muyeon’s sensitive response.

As he sucked around the areola and swirled his tongue, Sung Muyeon felt an unbearable ticklishness. It was as though all his nerves had clustered in his chest.

The tingling pleasure surged through his body.

“S-Stop.”

“Why? You seem to like it.”

“Hnn!”

Baek Ryeoil relentlessly teased the hardened bud with his tongue. The slight trembling grew stronger and stronger.

“Stop…! Stop…”

Sung Muyeon felt like he was going insane. For some reason, the pleasure was more intense than before and quickly overwhelmed him.

All that had changed was that he couldn’t see—yet it felt like he’d lost himself. He couldn’t remember where they were or even who was touching him. The darkness forced him to focus entirely on the sensations. Even fear had long since vanished from his mind.

Sung Muyeon threw his head back, panting. Each time the wet tongue flicked the nipple, his body jolted on its own.

The lips that had tormented his chest slowly traveled downward.

Sung Muyeon, who was panting uncontrollably, suddenly realized what was happening and opened his eyes wide.

“W-Wait. Don’t…”

At that moment, a hot, wet mouth enveloped his erect shaft.

“Hii…!”

He reflexively curled his body, but Baek Ryeoil pressed down on his thigh, preventing it.

“S-Stop… I don’t want…”

Baek Ryeoil took the member deep into his mouth. As the trembling body continued to be pleasured, it gradually relaxed and began to surrender to the sensations.

His desire to pin the man down and ravish him found a different outlet.

“Ah… Aaah…!”

Never in his life had Baek Ryeoil imagined he would do something like this. That he, a man, would willingly take another man’s member into his mouth and pleasure it so fervently.

And that he would enjoy it this much.

Above him, the ragged breathing and moans came nonstop. The moist sounds of sex tingled all the way to his scalp.

Not long after, Sung Muyeon came inside his mouth.

After swallowing the salty semen and sitting up, he saw Sung Muyeon’s face flushed red, gasping for breath. Normally, he would’ve cursed or kicked out, but he seemed too out of it. Like someone who had just been thoroughly defiled, his eyes wandered unfocused.

Baek Ryeoil found the sight satisfying.

It was a primal instinct, but Baek Ryeoil too had the desire to dominate with a strength no one could challenge. A desire he had always fulfilled through swordsmanship, now awakened in a new, intoxicating way.

To leave someone exhausted and trembling beneath him.

It gave him a high as potent as breaking through to a new level of mastery.

“…I told you not to…”

Sung Muyeon panted, trying to scold him. But without his sight, he couldn’t control his expression well. His eyes and lips were soft and relaxed—there was nothing stern about him. His eyes even glistened with moisture, and the corners were tinged red, making him look alluring.

He probably had no idea what kind of expression he was making.

It was the kind of face that provoked a desire to conquer.

Yes.

Baek Ryeoil wanted to conquer this man. He wanted to make him sob and beg for more of the pleasure that only he could give. As he thought this, a sudden question crossed his mind.

Baek Ryeoil pulled Sung Muyeon’s limp thighs close.

“Tell me, Sung Muyeon.”

“Tell you what…?”

Their lower halves were pressed tightly together without a sliver of space. Baek Ryeoil was still clothed, but even through the thin fabric, an impressive bulge radiated heat.

Baek Ryeoil whispered into Sung Muyeon’s ear.

“Who else have you rolled around with like this, besides me?”