TSBIRBV Ch 119(NSFW)

Chapter 119 More Than a Drama (7)(NSFW)

The moment those words left his lips, the Black Ghost’s face turned expressionless, unreadable, as though nothing at all could betray his thoughts.

“If you learn such things from just anyone, you’ll only pick up bad habits—”

Yegyeol, who had dropped the cloth from his mouth and was now covering it with both hands, looked up at him with desperate eyes, pleading.

“Then I’ll… I’ll learn it from you, Black Ghost….”

So what if he picked up a bad habit or two? If it was Senior Brother’s hands that ruined him, then it didn’t matter.

Even after letting such a childishly innocent yet brazenly provocative remark slip from his lips, Yegyeol continued to gaze at him with a look that said he trusted him.

Haryang knew well that once this boy gave someone his trust, he would never withdraw it easily.

He would clutch at even the smallest thing in his palm and never let it go. Too devoted to be called greedy, too selfish to be called selfless—that was the way he loved.

“That Senior Brother of yours must be mad to let a disciple like you go around without a guard watching over you.”

Yegyeol stared at him blankly. The remark didn’t feel like part of the act, but as if the man truly thought he was insane.

Does this mean he’s declaring he’ll assign me a guard from now on?

That was unfair too. It would obviously end up being Samrang.

“Spread your legs and hold your ankles.”

Yegyeol moved his hands obediently. Meanwhile, Haryang glanced around the room.

“Using alcohol as lubricant for a virgin like you would be too harsh…”

Clicking his tongue, he searched for something to serve as lubrication, but nothing suitable came to sight.

“V-virgin?…”

Yegyeol’s eyes wavered in turmoil at being treated like an untouched youth.

He had spent several nights with Senior Brother—no, with the Black Ghost—and yet he was still being called pure?

“Or have you perhaps tried using the front before?”

The Black Ghost’s sharp question made Yegyeol quickly shake his head.

“Not like that.”

“Then are you not still a virgin?”

“No matter what, isn’t it strange to call me that, when I already know the body of a man?”

“Ah, true. For a virgin, you are certainly far too lewd a body.”

The Black Ghost pressed the fallen cloth back to Yegyeol’s lips.

“Don’t you dare spit this out. Unless, of course, you’d rather shout your moans for the entire Yellow Crane Tower to hear, loudly declaring that the master of the Qinghai Trading Group is no virgin.”

Yegyeol hastily bit down on the cloth.

“If you want to pleasure yourself with your back, some preparation is required,” Haryang said, his tone like a teacher instructing a student.

“If we had oil, we could take the time to loosen you. But lacking that, saliva will suffice.”

The Black Ghost positioned himself between Yegyeol’s spread thighs and bent down.

Yegyeol had expected him to wet his fingers with his tongue before inserting them. Instead, a hot breath touched his lower entrance, making him flinch.

A soft tongue licked over his rim.

“Mm? Mmph!”

So that was why he had been told to keep the cloth in his mouth!

Yegyeol wanted to protest, but he couldn’t release his ankles, nor spit out the cloth.

The Black Ghost didn’t hesitate, drawing his rim into his mouth and sucking lightly, then releasing again. The stimulation was as faint as a feather brushing against him, yet because it was at his most private place, tension and anticipation spread through his body like wildfire.

A low chuckle escaped.

Just as Yegyeol began to relax, thinking this would end with nothing more than being wet down, the tongue that had been teasing slipped boldly inside.

It didn’t reach as deep as a finger, nor was it as firm, yet the feeling threatened to snap his mind entirely. The idea that Senior Brother’s mouth was on him there was something he could hardly believe.

When the Black Ghost finally lifted his head, deeming him sufficiently wet, his lips were flushed redder than usual, and his eyes, fixed on Yegyeol’s twitching entrance, burned with persistence.

It was only then Yegyeol realized—when he lay with the Black Ghost, his vision had always been covered. This was the first time he saw it so clearly.

“You’re wet enough now. But the place you truly feel it lies a little deeper,” his voice, already dark, sank even lower.

“Fingers alone can barely reach it. Still, since you begged me to teach you… I’ll try.”

With a low laugh, he slipped his index and middle fingers inside. Scissoring them, he spread the already loosened inner walls.

Thick, broad fingers probed his insides, the sensation raw and vivid. When his eyes were covered, he had never been so acutely aware of it.

The dissonance of giving his body to a man who was both Haryang and not Haryang was almost unbearable.

They say humans are most swayed by what they see, and Yegyeol was no exception.

“Huuh… ngh!”

Though coarse, the fingers moved gently, exploring, pressing against his depths. They delved to the very root, teasing his inner walls.

He tried to writhe, to lessen the strangeness, but it was useless. The Black Ghost, Je Haryang himself, was watching his disciple from so very close.

Lowering his face over Yegyeol’s chest, Haryang drew a nipple into his mouth. Having long since targeted it, the texture against his tongue was exquisite.

With fingers moving below and tongue working above, Yegyeol felt his mouth fall open again and again. He clenched it shut desperately.

If the cloth slipped free, he wouldn’t be able to hold back his voice. Unaware that Haryang had already sealed the room with internal energy to block sound, Yegyeol was frantic.

As he squirmed backward, his hair brushed through spilled wine on the table, but he didn’t even notice.

His breath grew rough, drool escaping from the corner of his mouth, yet the waves of pleasure drenching his body left no room to care. Haryang’s tongue teasing his chest left his head a mess.

Yegyeol surrendered himself entirely to the Black Ghost’s hand.

“Nngh! Hhnngh!”

Deeper, still deeper.

This was joy no virgin could ever know.

“Well then, I think I’ve shown you enough.”

Lifting himself, Haryang withdrew his fingers. Cloudy fluid—whether his saliva or Yegyeol’s slickness—clung to his fingertips.

Yegyeol, trembling, looked at him resentfully, as if asking why he would let him go now.

You’re not going to finish it?

Catching the question in his gaze, the Black Ghost chuckled low.

“I’ll hold your legs. You put it in yourself.”

Yegyeol nodded, finally releasing his own hands that had been locking him down like shackles. He reached downward, but instead of his twitching hole, his fingers pressed against his perineum.

“Not there.”

With unusual kindness, the Black Ghost guided his wrist to the right place.

“Seems you’re lost. I’ll help you, just this once.”

Placing his own hand over Yegyeol’s, he pressed firmly. Unprepared, Yegyeol shuddered as his own finger slid into his body.

“Hiihh! Nngh…!”

Whether he knew what it meant or not, Haryang murmured:

“You tense every time you go in, so it feels better going in than coming out.”

Resigned now, Yegyeol pushed in a second finger, his face burning. And just as he said, the insertion felt far more raw, far more vivid.

He couldn’t help recalling the nights he had spent letting the Black Ghost learn his body inch by inch.

His Guide’s skill was unmatched. Even though Yegyeol had not yet fully trained as an esper, he always lost himself first, collapsing long before Haryang tired.

It wasn’t just stamina. An esper’s self-control was fragile against his own Guide, and so he would sink helplessly into pleasure, fainting every time.

And Senior Brother, a martial artist, never wearied, hounding him relentlessly.

This isn’t enough.

Masturbation alone could not quench the desire burning inside him. He cast Haryang a pleading gaze, but as a “teacher,” Haryang remained strict, only watching the disciple’s flushed fingers move between his reddened buttocks.

“Hhnngh… nghh…!”

Crying, hiccupping on pleasure he couldn’t contain, Yegyeol heard the man above him offer sly guidance.

“Deeper. Push deeper.”

At the command, Yegyeol thrust harder, more eagerly. His sex wept white tears, angrier than when he touched it directly.

He didn’t care if he looked shameless. Senior Brother always forgave his disciple, no matter how filthy he behaved.

“With all that mess down below, biting a rag makes no difference. Anyone passing in the hall would hear how wet you are.”

Though wrapped in polite phrasing, the Black Ghost’s words dripped with lewdness.

Yegyeol’s wavering gaze, asking if that were true, delighted him.

“You’re hopeless, Young Master Moon. All prim and proper up front… but back here, so indecent.”

A sidelong glance, a crooked smirk.

That was the last straw.

Yegyeol spat out the soaked cloth, sat up, and seized the Black Ghost’s folded arms. He pressed the man’s hand down to his throbbing entrance.

“Put it in. Please… put it in.”

The plea, broken by stifled moans he could no longer hold back, made the Black Ghost’s eyes darken.