Escape from an Ancient Civilization Ch 204(NSFW)

Chapter 204 Side Story 2(NSFW)

Episode 6

“Haaah… Teresi…”

Medeus, furiously pumping himself with his fist, pressed only his tip into Nataek’s opening. Nataek bit his lip, straining not to collapse as his lower body weakened. The moment the head slipped inside, Medeus hunched his shoulders, groaning low. Each pulse, three or four times in succession, spurted warmth inside him, flooding Nataek’s belly with thick, hot seed. Feeling the spreading heat deep within, Nataek finally sagged back against the shoe cabinet.

“Haa…”

He hadn’t even taken him properly, yet already his whole body was trembling. But Nataek knew—this wasn’t the end, only the beginning.

His trousers still clung around his shins. As he pulled them off, his thighs spread, and a clear, whitish fluid seeped out. Grimacing slightly, he stripped off his shirt as well and tossed it into the living room.

“Let’s at least move to the bedroom… Medeus!”

But Medeus wordlessly scooped him up. Facing him, Nataek instinctively wrapped his legs wide around his waist.

“I still never got an answer.”

“What?”

Startled, Nataek clutched his neck. Instead of going to the bedroom, Medeus carried him to the sofa, pressing him down until his hips jutted toward him, wedged into the corner. He pinned Nataek there, knees hooked over his arms, his forehead against his.

“You never answered.”

“Answered what?”

“When I asked why you were looking at me like it wasn’t yours. It is yours.”

With that, he teased at his stretched, dripping entrance with the head of his cock—pressing against the mess of leaking seed but holding back from slipping inside, as if demanding a confession.

“Isn’t it?”

“Nnhh…”

With his weight bearing down, the pressure was overwhelming.

“Teresi. Say it yourself.”

The force pushed harder, prying through the inner walls, burrowing into his stomach. His shaft, already hard again, plunged deep, and Nataek let out a strained breath. His hands shot up to grab Medeus’s arms but fell instead to the sofa, clutching hard. The leather creaked beneath his grip until, under the strain of his fingers, it tore apart.

“Teresi… Hm?”

He pressed relentlessly, refusing to stop, proof of how familiar Medeus had become with this act. Gasping, Nataek hooked his arms around his neck.

“I already—hah—told you! Of course it’s mine—nnht… I said over and over I’d never let anyone else have you—ahh!”

Smack!

As if thrilled by his words, Medeus’s hips slammed upward at once. Wrapping his legs tight around him, Nataek braced himself. He clutched his own wrists to steady against the violent pounding. The fuller he felt inside, the harder it was to endure, but the greater satisfaction welled with it: aching, scratching deep, burning his belly, stretching his rim raw.

Even as his mind spun, Medeus’s beautiful face was all he could see clearly. Loosening his lips, he let his tongue peek out, and Medeus bent eagerly to meet him. Sweetness and spit mingled in a wet kiss.

As the fever grew, fingers of restraint snapped. The blows landed harder, punishing, until at last, Nataek’s cries broke free. Medeus crushed him against his chest, burying himself deeper than ever, quivering violently. Again, warmth erupted and spread thickly inside him.

Between their bodies, the skin of chest and stomach was soaked with Nataek’s own spilled release. Shutting wet eyes tight, he pressed quick kisses against Medeus’s jaw and cheek, small smacking sounds echoing. The collapse of strength and the swelling fullness brought not just exhaustion but an unfamiliar, blissful satisfaction.

“Teresi. Let’s go on a date.”

Recently, Medeus had grown restless, as if afraid once Nataek began work, their dates would vanish. He asked him out almost every other day, arranging something new each time. For Nataek, whose stamina was that of an ordinary modern man, it was hard to keep up. Even the nights, when Medeus used to restrain himself, had become exhausting—like he burned each one as if there were no tomorrow.

“Medeus. Where are we going today?”

Still, Nataek followed without objection. After hearing Medeus say that he felt as if the world were stealing him away, such tender, heartrending words had made him willingly disregard his fatigue.

Fine. If being with you brings even a little peace of mind, this much is nothing.

Wearing only underwear, he dressed in the clothes Medeus handed him. Once, it had been Nataek choosing outfits for Medeus. Now, it was the opposite. Today’s choice: sweatpants, T-shirt, training jacket, and cap—clearly exercise gear.

“Are we going to work out?”

“Yeah.”

Handing him sneakers from the shoe rack, Medeus smiled.

“Today’s date is a workout.”

He pressed his cap low, smiling radiantly. Whatever the reason, his joy made Nataek lighter too, fatigue forgotten. Lacing his shoes, he rose and reached out. Their hands clasped firmly, and Medeus pulled him toward the door.

“Let’s go.”

Together, they stepped out into the bright, early morning sun.

The lively beat of music filled the air—the gym.

Come to think of it, they’d never been. Traveling to Uruk, then settling back in the countryside after returning to the present, he’d had no chance to step inside one since. Not that he’d neglected exercise, but this atmosphere stirred him. Nataek’s face lit up as he looked at Medeus.

“Did you just want to stretch your body again?”

Since beginning his modeling career, agency requests had steered Medeus away from weight training toward pilates and yoga. Personally, Nataek hated seeing his perfect muscles slimmed down, but when Medeus himself didn’t care, he couldn’t argue.

“No. More about building stamina.”

Medeus stretched his arms wide as he spoke.

“Stamina? You’ve been feeling tired lately?”

He stopped moving, staring down at him, and shook his head slowly.

“Not me. You.”

“…Me?”

This time twining his hands behind his back, he bent to whisper in Nataek’s ear.

“You struggle every night to keep up with me.”

Nataek’s cheeks flushed as Medeus straightened, beaming as if oblivious to the indecency of his words. His brightness made it even more maddening.

“Well… I think the abnormal part would be not struggling with it.”

Medeus only looked at him more quizzically, which left Nataek feeling defeated. Sex was shared between the two, but it was only him whose body couldn’t keep up.

No… It’s not me being weak—it’s enduring something monstrous inside me. Anyone would find it hard.

Trying to rationalize, he pushed aside the sting of their physical mismatch.

The gym was nearly empty at that early weekday hour. Other members were busy with their routines, but discreet glances still stole toward the unusually tall, striking Medeus. Neither of them paid it any mind as they began their workout naturally.

This time, it was Nataek taking the lead, with more gym experience. After stretching and some warm-up sets, he stopped before a barbell.

“Medeus. You’ve used these before, right?”

Medeus tilted his head, then nodded.

“Something similar, I think.”

“Let’s try deadlifts. Start light—I’ll teach you the form.”

In the past, he’d seriously considered a career in athletics, so teaching technique was second nature.

“Keep your back straight; no curving.”

Medeus quickly found the posture. Not just “quickly,”—his sense of muscle control was exact.

“…You could handle more weight.”

Hesitant, Nataek added more plates. Medeus still raised it as if lifting an empty bar.

Thud!

The bar dropped, and silence settled. Nataek stared, dumbfounded. His frame was strong, but still—this much weight, lifted so easily?

“What? Was my form wrong?”

“No… it was perfect.”

And then the obvious struck him: aside from this past year, how had Medeus lived his life? Twenty years in a brutal world among hulking warriors, battling blade to blade, solving everything with his body. With that kind of foundation, what was a mere barbell? For Medeus, even 200 kilograms would probably be nothing.

“Nataek.”