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Muyoung naturally placed a kiss on Sunyul’s ear.

“Did it hurt?”

“No, it felt good.”

It hurt a little at first… but later, I think it just felt good.

Muyoung stroked Sunyul’s head. The lewd touches were nice, but this kind of gentle touch was nice too, so Sunyul smiled pleasantly.

“It really felt good. Did you enjoy it too, Guild Master?”

“Of course.”

“I remembered something. I used to think sex would be painful. I don’t remember why I thought that, but it was… a little… a little scary, I think. I’m an S-rank, so my partner could get hurt. But it’s a relief that we’re both Awoken. There’s no risk of getting hurt, so… Guild Mast, er?”

“Yeah.”

“…What are you doi, eut, ah!”

Sunyul let out a moan before he could finish his sentence. It was because Muyoung had grabbed and spread Sunyul’s buttocks and thrusted himself inside.

Already loosened and pliant from the first round of penetration, his inside softly accepted the penis. Muyoung whispered with his cock buried deep inside Sunyul.

“I think it’s a relief too. That you’re an Awoken.”

“Ah, heuu…….”

“Though there are times I think about what it would be like if you weren’t an Awoken.”

Muttering, Muyoung soon shook his head and raised his body. And instead of saying more, he pulled out his penis and rammed it back in.

“Are you… doing it again?”

“Were you planning to finish after just once or twice?”

Does once or twice mean he’s going to do it three or four more times? It felt good, but was it possible? Sunyul’s body shook violently. Moaning again, Sunyul was soon to test the limits of possibility with his own body.

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It was possible.

To do it more than four times in one night.

When he woke up in the morning, his whole body ached as if he’d been beaten up. Sunyul struggled to get up, writhing from the unfamiliar sensation.

‘It hurts…’

It wasn’t severe, so it seemed like it would subside with time… but could it hurt this much just from having some sex?

Sunyul became quite serious.

What do I do if it hurts like this every time?

But to not do it because it hurt… it felt too, too good.

Then I’ll just have to endure it, I guess.

This pain, this hardship.

Since I can’t hurt Muyoung, I’ll have to be the one to accept it every time, Sunyul thought. It’s not like he had the confidence to be as skillful as Muyoung was, anyway.

Sunyul got up from the bed. He was about to pick up his clothes, but they were nowhere to be seen, probably cleared away from the floor. Usually, when they were put away like this, other clothes were left out… but it seemed Muyoung had forgotten today.

Having no other choice, Sunyul went to Muyoung’s dressing room and picked up a shirt that had been tossed in a corner to put on. An old shirt felt less burdensome than a crisp new one, after all.

Only after putting it on did he realize a button was missing from the top, but it wasn’t a problem to wear. It was just for a little while, anyway.

Tiptoeing out of the room, Sunyul was about to head straight to his own room when he spotted Juyoung charging in a corner. Thankfully, it seemed he wouldn’t be caught in an embarrassing state.

As he was walking down the hallway, Sunyul suddenly caught a very savory smell.

Juyoung was definitely charging in the corner.

Then the only person left was Muyoung.

Sunyul went down the stairs, intending only to take a quick peek. As expected, Muyoung was standing in the kitchen.

“…Lim Sunyul?”

For once, Muyoung had a dazed look on his face. Noticing that Muyoung’s gaze was fixed on the shirt, Sunyul quickly made an excuse.

“I thought it was a shirt you didn’t wear, so I just borrowed it for a moment… no, it’s because my clothes were gone. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to wear it,”

“It’s fine, you can wear it.”

Muyoung calmed Sunyul down as he spoke in a flurry.

Muyoung’s gaze swept over Sunyul. Due to their considerable difference in build, the shirt came down long like a short dress. The loosely hanging chest area and his thighs, covered by the shirt’s faint shadow, inexplicably drew the eye.

If it had been anyone other than Lim Sunyul, he would have thought it was a rather obvious ploy. Of course, if it was Sunyul, even if it was an obvious ploy… he was willing to fall for it.

“The clothes, I didn’t bring them because I wanted you to rest in bed.”

“Ah… should I go change?”

“Yeah. Just a moment.”

Muyoung stopped what he was cooking. Then, he suddenly lifted Sunyul into his arms.

“Your back still seems to hurt, don’t overdo it.”

“I can go up by myself….”

“It’s fine.”

Muyoung carried Sunyul all the way to his room.

And soon, Sunyul realized that Muyoung carrying him to his room wasn’t an act of pure kindness.

A while later, Sunyul emerged from the room, looking sadly at the thoroughly soiled shirt.

“What do I do, it’s gotten so dirty….”

“I told you we can just wash it.”

Muyoung casually tossed the laundry aside and returned to the kitchen with Sunyul. Just then, Juyoung, who had finished charging, came out into the kitchen.

“It seemed you were making a fruit salad and French toast, so I finished them for you, Master.”

“You’re right. Thank you.”

Juyoung smiled, placed the food on the table, and disappeared.

Feeling a bit exhausted, Sunyul picked up a fork and took a bite of the salad and French toast. His body didn’t particularly feel hungry, but having something in his mouth made him feel re-energized.

Sunyul stared blankly at Muyoung, who was eating a different meal across from him.

“Guild Master.”

“What.”

“So are we dating now?”

Muyoung lifted his gaze. Then he looked at Sunyul intently.

“Should we?”

Muyoung likes Sunyul. He is incredibly lenient with Sunyul and gives him special treatment. To Muyoung, Sunyul is a unique existence in every sense of the word.

But there was a slight hesitation in Muyoung’s words. Sunyul sensed it keenly.

That fact stabbed at Sunyul’s heart. But it didn’t hurt as much as he’d expected. It was as if he had somehow anticipated this.

“Let’s just not date.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re hesitating, Guild Master.”

At Sunyul’s words, Muyoung let out a short sigh.

“I just had something to think about for a moment.”

“What was that thought?”

“I wanted to be sure about what you were thinking when you said those things back then.”

Is he talking about what I said when I first opened my eyes? Since that was the first thing Sunyul talked about as soon as he regained consciousness, it must hold great meaning for Muyoung.

Sunyul’s eyes darted around.

“I’m probably not going to remember that.”

Muyoung stared at Sunyul silently. It was a gaze so scary it could make one’s blood run cold.

Sunyul decided not to argue about why Muyoung was being like this over something he couldn’t even remember.

No matter how Muyoung looked at him or what he said, Sunyul had no intention of remembering it. He didn’t want to recall any more memories, and even if a way to recall them appeared, he would refuse.

So, Sunyul decided to find a reasonable compromise.

“Then let’s do this.”

“Do what?”

“When you come to like me enough that what I said back then doesn’t bother you anymore, let’s start dating then.”

Muyoung flinched at Sunyul’s words. He looked at Sunyul with a face that had a lot to say, then sighed.

“The day it stops bothering me will never come. Are you planning on never dating?”

“No, I’m planning on dating soon. Let’s do that.”

“Forget it and just date me.”

“No.”

Sunyul refused firmly. He didn’t waver. As he spoke, his own words started to sound quite plausible.

What’s so important about a few words? Muyoung would soon stop caring about it. Rather than leaving hesitation in Muyoung’s heart, it was better to start dating without any lingering feelings. And he’d get to hear a proper confession, instead of just sliding into a relationship like this.

“Lim Sunyul.”

“I said no.”

As Sunyul insisted, Muyoung sighed again.

“…Do as you wish.”

Muyoung looked somewhat weary, as if dealing with a nuisance. Sunyul stared at him for a moment, then came up with a suggestion he thought was clever.

“Then let’s be fuck buddies for now!”

“…What?”

This time, Sunyul could feel that Muyoung was genuinely flustered.

“It was good yesterday. Didn’t you like it, Guild Master?”

“No… that’s not it, but.”

“I can’t do it with anyone else. If you won’t do it with me, I’ll do it with someone else.”

Muyoung stared at Sunyul intently. A silent accusation could be felt. Sunyul met Muyoung’s gaze confidently. He had no intention of being with anyone else anyway.

“…Fine, let’s do that.”

In the end, it was a battle Muyoung couldn’t win. Muyoung raised the white flag, and here too, Sunyul claimed victory.

As they were finishing their meal, Muyoung opened his mouth with a serious expression.

“Lim Sunyul.”

“Yes?”

Afraid that he was about to take back what he had just said, Sunyul answered, full of tension.

“You, I’d like you to go to a hospital or… I know you’d hate it, but the research institute, just once.”

Muyoung’s words were completely unexpected. Sunyul tensed up. But since it was unlikely Muyoung would bring up the research institute so easily, he asked cautiously.

“Why the research institute?”

“Because I don’t know if there’s something wrong with your body.”

“Wrong with me?”

“You got wet.”

“I got wet?”

“When I was fucking you, you got wet.”

“Huh? Ah… ah, ah?”

Sunyul’s face, which was at first innocently confused, instantly turned beet red. It was because his memories and information hadn’t properly connected, and only belatedly clicked into place.

“Tha-that’s right. Men… don’t normally, get wet. Yes….”

[‘The Traveler of the Eternal Night’ says that it is because your body has mutated.]

[‘The Traveler of the Eternal Night’ recommends that you share your Trait ‘Otherworlder’.]

A constellation’s message appeared before the thoroughly flustered Sunyul. Sunyul glanced at the message and managed to speak.

“…That’s because of my trait.”

“Trait?”

“It’s a new trait called [Otherworlder]….”

Sunyul called up the trait.

Otherworlder (S): Having spent an excessive amount of time in the dimensional rift, parts of the body have mutated under its influence. Some bodily functions change to suit the user’s convenience.

Sunyul read the trait out loud, word for word, without missing a single syllable. Muyoung looked skeptical.

“Is that true?”

“It’s my body, why would I lie?”

“The getting wet part too?”

“…It was… conveni…ent, wasn’t it?”

Sunyul said, blushing. Muyoung nodded for the time being.

“Right. Asking about getting wet down there during sex would be a shameful thing for you too.”

“Yes. Extremely….”

Just thinking about it felt so shameful he could die. Sunyul nodded his head vigorously, and thankfully, Muyoung seemed to understand.