INV 12

It was cold enough to chill him to the bone, yet Chacha’s body temperature was warm. Before that warmth, a mere tiny creature became a human and became Kwon Yihyeon.

Only after committing the act of hugging did he realize what he wanted to do right now.

‘This is not love.’

Kwon Yihyeon pushed Chacha down. What he wanted to do was clear. He didn’t want to hold Chacha; he wanted to violate him. He wanted to mess him up, torment him, and make him cry.

How audaciously presumptuous…

The tiny creature looked down at the void with eyes full of desire. Chacha, pinned beneath him, raised a hand and slowly stroked a cheek flushed with fever. Coldly. Chillingly.

And making it flare up.

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

Chacha still harbored the void. However, a lust too great to be suppressed by the void was swirling through his body, allowing Kwon Yihyeon to hold onto himself. Having successfully endured disclosing the culprit who had slit his throat, Kwon Yihyeon swallowed dryly from the tension and slowly continued.

“Because something more important came up,”

Kwon Yihyeon kissed the living ruin.

His heart pounded even harder than when they first coupled. A sense of elation rose as if to paralyze his brain. There was more that he wanted, and those things remained hidden deep in his subconscious. Still, he had discovered the tip of that iceberg. Kwon Yihyeon wanted to see this fox spirit come apart. He wanted to break and ruin him, dragging that overwhelming existence down into his very own desire.

Their tangled tongues and lips parted, and their breathing deepened.

Kwon Yihyeon finished his sentence.

“So I forgot.”

“…I see.”

Chacha smiled. Much like ruin. Perhaps closer to the void. Sweetly, like a distorted form of the providence that sustains the world, he spread his arms wide.

“Do what you want to do.”

Their lower bodies met in an instant. Thick arms embraced his back. Their stomachs pressed together as if they were originally born as a single pair. As Chacha’s nails grazed down Kwon Yihyeon’s back and then gripped him firmly as if entwining his knuckles, the embrace deepened. It was a hug that felt like clinging. It contained a certain consolation beyond the lust of pressing flesh and rubbing loins.

Kwon Yihyeon did not yet fully understand the sorrow evoked by the act of hugging. However, sometimes an emotion similar to sadness is accompanied by sexual arousal. It was not a bad sensation. They kissed fiercely and tangled their tongues roughly while fumbling with each other’s fronts.

Kwon Yihyeon was already erect. It was no different for Chacha.

Chacha lowered the zipper of Kwon Yihyeon’s pants but could not liberate the penis from the briefs. Kwon Yihyeon, leaving his top on as if there wasn’t even time to take off all his clothes, lowered Chacha’s waistband to hang at his thighs and lifted him by hooking his arms under his knees. At that, his pelvis was exposed as if floating in the air, and Chacha’s arms, which had been wrapped around his back, started to loosen weakly before settling into an embrace around Kwon Yihyeon’s neck.

“Do you want to be held?”

“…A mannered man doesn’t ask things like that.”

Prodding the waiting hole while it was held wide open was a subtly awkward position, but the arousal blew such trivialities far away. A massive emptiness that could destroy the world was trapped in Chacha’s sweet body heat, clinging to him and hanging on. He wanted to ram it in right away, but Kwon Yihyeon had manners for what it was worth. Kwon Yihyeon tried to find something to use instead of gel but ended up putting his finger in his own mouth and sucking it. Chacha watched that sight intently amidst tension and thumping excitement.

Soon, a finger invaded. The already wet hole allowed the smooth yet soft entry. Thinking it was a good thing he had trimmed his nails, Kwon Yihyeon began to poke at the plumply swollen inner walls. Had Chacha also felt a whirlwind of emotion from the conversation just now? Even at the somewhat hasty movements, lewd sounds burst out fitfully. To thrust to the deepest point the finger could reach, his palm had to almost hang against the perineum.

Kwon Yihyeon, who had lifted one of Chacha’s legs to hook a knee over his shoulder, stopped his diligent pumping and twitched his index and middle fingers like opening a pair of scissors; a thick lubricant began to flow in drips from between his fingers. Splat, splat. I guess because he’s a spirit, he doesn’t need gel? Upon realizing that, Kwon Yihyeon wanted to stop poking after a few times and ram it in immediately. Chacha also realized what he was thinking and smiled whitely at the pleasure soon to come.

However, Kwon Yihyeon growled out as he exhaled a hot breath like a groan.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

“Fuck off. Like I care?”

“…Do you really have to speak so shittily?”

“Then can you stand not sticking it in even with this right here?”

Chacha said so and lowered the arms he had wrapped around his neck to pull his buttocks apart. The inner wall where the finger had been flinched at the sudden external stimulus and squeezed the inner flesh. Following the inner wall that massaged the invader softly as if wrapping around it, Kwon Yihyeon felt his vision explode in white for a moment when he saw the beautifully glistening apricot-colored folds. Kwon Yihyeon was already erect enough to stick right against the front of his plain short-sleeved T-shirt—specifically, the part above his navel. He felt the pre-ejaculate leaking out. Kwon Yihyeon grabbed the heavy-feeling shaft with his hand, rubbed it up and down, and brought the glans to the front of the hole. Fuck. Even when I was getting sex ed at school, I didn’t know I’d be sticking it into someone without a condom. You piece of shit.

The goddamn bastard who makes people go crazy…

“You just happen to be disgustingly pretty.”

“Lovely, isn’t it?”

There was nothing more to say. Kwon Yihyeon coupled with Chacha.

“Ugh, relax!”

Perhaps because it wasn’t loosened enough, the tightness was more than yesterday. It was to the point of being somewhat unpleasant. So, Kwon Yihyeon slapped Chacha’s buttocks. Slap! It was strong enough to leave a handprint, but to be honest, it was an unconscious reaction.

To the point where he wondered how he’d handle the aftermath.

However, an unexpected reaction occurred. Chacha didn’t resist at all. On the contrary, as if trying to relax, his limbs trembled while the depths of his stomach flinched, and he let out a sound like a purr; the sensation of the glans, which had been rammed in during the shallow insertion, being tightly wrapped was incredibly good.

“Haa…”

What was he supposed to do if he just kept inciting more sadism? This fox…

Kneading the buttocks marked with red handprints, Kwon Yihyeon adjusted the angle of his thrusts and pushed his cock in deeper. As the thick glans forced its way in roughly as if smoothing out the wrinkles, Chacha spilled pre-cum along with tears, perhaps because his well-swollen prostate was pressed. It seemed the stimulation was intense even without inserting it all the way if he took in Kwon Yihyeon’s cock, which curved slightly upward.

The next moment, Chacha shook his head from side to side and tried to crawl forward on all fours. Too fast? I don’t know what you mean. It was nice to see him spitting out sounds that couldn’t even form a sentence through moans. Kwon Yihyeon roughly grabbed and rubbed his cock to torment Chacha, who was struggling not to go.

Then, with a gentle smile, he pressed his waist a little deeper.

“Ngh…!”

Perhaps because the position was good, his stomach already bulged out. The area below the navel harboring the glans was so pretty that he rubbed it with his palm, and he went into fits, grabbing his wrist and telling him not to. Since their first sex, Kwon Yihyeon had developed a bad habit of wanting to do exactly what Chacha told him not to do. So, Kwon Yihyeon applied strength, pressing down on the lower abdomen and continuing the forced insertion.

“Ngh! Don’t… stop, inside, ugh…”

Chacha couldn’t even make a sound and splattered his cum. Since one knee was hooked over the shoulder, the waist and pelvis were bent, and the semen, which fell in a parabola, made a mess of Chacha’s fine face.

“You’re squeezing too tight…”

Kwon Yihyeon felt a pleasure rising to the point of being strangely dazed. It was the same during the first insertion, but it seemed Chacha and Kwon Yihyeon were a good match. He didn’t think it would feel this good just because anyone squeezed his cock.

Shaking off Chacha’s protest, Kwon Yihyeon buried it to the root in one go with a single rough thrust. Thud! Following the rough insertion, the sound of his balls hitting the perineum and skin slapping together followed. The sensation of forcibly piercing and conquering the flesh that was somehow curved and blocked was something he had thought about during their first sex, too—it was a very, very stimulating experience. Kwon Yihyeon, who had been a virgin just a few days ago, couldn’t have known about the existence of the colon. However, what was clear was the fact that when he thrust his member to the root, the skin above the navel bulged according to the shape of the glans, and the form of the cock he had thrust in protruded clearly on the skin of the belly.

He felt a sticky liquid being secreted from inside. Kwon Yihyeon groaned in a low growl, rubbing his pubic hair against Chacha’s perineum like a satisfied predator.

At that moment, Chacha was crying while curling his toes.

“Haa, ah…”

Wait, is he climaxing? Judging by how droplets were only dripping from the glans, it seemed he had gone dry.

To go while just squeezing the inside without even splattering cum.

He didn’t know theoretically how well he had felt it, but Kwon Yihyeon could still leave a comment.

“You’re magnificent, Great Spirit…”

Kwon Yihyeon leaned his upper body down to overlap with Chacha. As their lower bodies met more deeply, Chacha sobbed like an animal.

However, in this position, he could kiss Chacha and interlace their fingers.

Kwon Yihyeon liked that, so he didn’t change it.

And the fucking began.