SOFTIE 41

Yeonwoo muttered a low curse.

He had ejaculated like some kind of child. Yeonwoo panted, overwhelmed by a sense of self-loathing. And Softy noticed.

[Huh? Yeonwoo, it’s gotten damp down there.]

He couldn’t help but swear. However, the evidence was already clear. There was no helping that he’d been caught. The real problem, though, was his penis, which showed no signs of subsiding.

Yeonwoo had never even experienced a common wet dream. Forget masturbation—he had never even been in a relationship. His life had been entirely devoted to his work as an Esper, conquering Gates.

To think that I…

Yeonwoo wanted to bite his tongue and die. That was how dizzying it was. What kind of expression was Softy making while looking at him? He suddenly grew curious. When Yeonwoo slowly raised his head and looked at Softy, those gentle eyes were staring at his lower body.

Softy stared intently at the outline revealed through the pants, then poked it with a tentacle. Yeonwoo sucked in a breath.

“…!”

[Yeonwoo, what is this?]

“Th-that… I mean…”

Yeonwoo barely managed to keep speaking while swallowing hard. Since this was the first time such a thing had happened, his mind was too cluttered to know what to say. He couldn’t possibly say he had ejaculated because he felt pleasure from the Guiding. The only saving grace was that Softy’s Guiding had stopped.

He probably stopped because he was surprised. I’m surprised, too. Since he doesn’t know what it means, I can just give a vague excuse, right? It’s embarrassing and humiliating, but it’s fine as long as the other party doesn’t know. Let’s just move past this nonchalantly…!

[I’m not sure, but this is a good feeling, right?]

However, contrary to Yeonwoo’s thoughts, Softy had no intention of letting it go easily. Rather, he had already decided to stimulate Yeonwoo out of a desire to see more. Because he knew it wasn’t a sound of dislike or displeasure, but a sound of pleasure, he could push forward.

Yeonwoo is very shy, so I should be the one to approach first!

While Yeonwoo was frozen and unable to speak, Softy moved quickly. He touched the penis revealed over the damp waistband with a tentacle. Yeonwoo let out a shrill scream, but Softy remained nonchalant.

“Heut! So-Softy! This isn’t right!”

[It’s not?]

“No… eut!”

Before Yeonwoo could finish his sentence, the tentacle incessantly stimulated his penis with light taps. The wriggling organ felt strange and cute, making him want to look at it and touch it even more.

[Ah, I see what you mean. This isn’t it?]

“Nng…?”

He understood correctly?

Yeonwoo only panted and didn’t say much else. Just as Yeonwoo was feeling relieved that Softy was innocent and would stop, Softy spoke.

[Guiding doesn’t work well through clothes, does it?]

“…!”

Nodding as if he knew everything, Softy stripped off Yeonwoo’s pants. Seeing his exposed penis, Yeonwoo’s breath hitched completely.

Is this right? Is it okay to just stay still? But my body…

Many thoughts tangled together. It wasn’t just his body feeling hot because of the Guiding anymore. No, the Guiding certainly played a part. But more than that, it was difficult to cool down the heat because of the tentacles moving in a strangely sticky manner.

The tentacles weren’t just stimulating his penis. Wanting to touch the reddened Yeonwoo, they toyed with his flushed earlobes, and while delivering Guiding through tentacles wrapped around his chest, they also brushed near his nipples. They gave him no room to settle down.

[Yeonwoo, this is standing up straight. It’s cute. Is it because of me?]

His head felt hot and far too complicated. Only brief moans of “uuu, eut” escaped him. Softy looked back and forth between Yeonwoo and the penis before coiling a tentacle around it.

“Hieek!”

Yeonwoo’s body leaped as a shrill scream escaped through his teeth. Fluid leaked from the tip of the penis exposed at the end of the tightly wrapped tentacle. Softy’s eyes sparkled. He realized what it was.

[Ah, I know this. Yeonwoo, you have unsatisfied desires, right? I’m sorry for not realizing sooner… Hmm, what should I do?]

“J-just leave it alone…”

Yeonwoo grabbed onto Softy as if pleading, but Softy shook his head firmly.

[No. It’s bad for your body.]

Exactly what is? Yeonwoo was filled with doubt, but he wasn’t in a situation where he could speak at length.

[I don’t have experience either, but… Ah, I can just relieve it for you. I like doing anything as long as it’s with Yeonwoo.]

While his mind was hazy, Softy’s voice echoed in his brain. It was strange how his head was filled with nothing but Softy. Since Softy’s voice sounded somewhat excited, Yeonwoo was simply bewildered, unable to understand that emotion.

Isn’t it strange or unpleasant? Even if not that, isn’t it at least awkward…

[Let’s do it together. Because I like it.]

“You like it…?”

Seeing Softy’s two eyes, Yeonwoo swallowed hard. The lukewarm, lingering tone of voice held a joy that couldn’t be hidden. At the same time, those two eyes that used to shine clear and blue were now glowing ominously.

Dwelt within them was a desire that even Softy himself didn’t recognize.

Yeonwoo, with his clothes disheveled, bare skin exposed, and face flushed from sexual sensitivity. He wanted to keep looking. It was the same back then. When Yeonwoo had burst into a bright smile, he had wanted to keep looking.

How had Yeonwoo cried just now? He wanted to hear that sharp moan again. The sight of Yeonwoo trembling with a red face was pretty and lovely. Only I should see it. I should see more. Softy felt his heart beating in a strange thumping rhythm.

Uh, but is this okay? Is this something I can do with Yeonwoo? Things like this should be done with a mate. Yeonwoo won’t hate it later, will he?

Softy thought for a moment. Using human words, it was “unsatisfied desires,” but the word “rut” felt more appropriate in Softy’s mind. It was better to resolve a rut.

Humans might not know, but magic beasts become ferocious if they cannot properly relieve it. There was no way Yeonwoo would do that, but just in case, there shouldn’t be any problems.

“So-Softy. You don’t have to do more. I-I’ve had enough now. Yeah? So let’s stop.”

He wanted to listen to whatever Yeonwoo said. But right now was different. He wanted to do it for him, even if it meant being stubborn. Was it because of that human who said not to listen to a patient? No, it wasn’t that.

I’ll do it. I want to do it for him.

It was a sense of monopoly and greed.

Softy knew his behavior was strange. Softy had viewed Yeonwoo as someone to protect. But now, he wanted to see him helpless and feverish. Was it natural for a guardian to feel this way while watching such a sight?

What had he wanted to do with Yeonwoo?

He had wanted to see Yeonwoo. And Yeonwoo had come back. He looked troubled and sad. It reinforced the thought that I should have been the one to protect Yeonwoo.

When Yeonwoo opened his eyes again, he was as happy as if the world had brightened. He thought it was the joy he’d feel when a lost offspring returned to his embrace.

Was that not it? This emotion is different from that.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

Softy decided not to think deeply. Right now, seeing Yeonwoo was more important.

Unlike his words, Yeonwoo breathed a sigh of relief seeing the quiet Softy, but that was only for a moment. His body stiffened at the subtle heat rising up his spine. It felt as if the rain called Guiding was soaking his entire body.

It was explicit. And it had grown thicker. However, with a mind that wasn’t functioning, he couldn’t think deeply. He only thought about escaping from Softy while hiding his heat-trembling body.

“Green! It’s turned green! I don’t need any more Guiding!”

[I’m doing something good for you. Why do you say you hate it? And it only turned green; it’s not in the normal range yet.]

Seeing Yeonwoo trying his best to stop him, Softy’s dissatisfaction began to rise.

Why do you keep refusing? Do you hate me? It was a good thing. You liked it. But why?

Even worse, Yeonwoo kept trembling with his head bowed low. There was a small sense of anxiety there. At that moment, Softy noticed Yeonwoo looking at the tentacles with a gaze mixed with wariness.

[…Do you hate this?]

Softy thrust a tentacle right in front of Yeonwoo’s eyes. At that, Yeonwoo flinched in surprise. It wasn’t because he was scared or hated it, but because he was wary of the pleasure the tentacle provided, though Softy didn’t know that.

Ah, he hated this. He should have just said so. Yeonwoo is a human. He could be scared. Then what should I do? I want to touch Yeonwoo. Human—I can just become a human! Why didn’t I think of this sooner? There were many inconveniences because I wasn’t human. What kind of human would be Yeonwoo’s type?

Just then, a certain person came to mind in Softy’s memory.