INV 61

While Chacha’s hair brushed against the nape of his neck, Kwon Yihyeon could not even breathe properly.

Viewed from the side, the two would appear overlapped as a single figure sharing one heart. The man who had been sitting leaning obliquely to the side until a moment ago was now sitting facing Kwon Yihyeon.

The moment he changed his posture, his legs, which had been gathered together with an almost spiteful neatness, spread open to either side.

Then, the lines recessed into the muscles of his inner thighs became prominent, revealing his half-erect penis.

Chacha’s penis was large and long. Like the man himself, who dawdled like a tiger languidly enjoying a midday nap only to turn violent and wild, there was no dainty spot to be found anywhere on his well-built body. His arms and legs were long, his height was tall, his feet were large, and his hands were large.

It was no different for his penis.

Kwon Yihyeon, who was exceptionally bold, had been busy playing with it mindlessly from the very first night he shared a bed with Chacha, far from feeling any repulsion; he had found the flushed, glowing color to be so beautiful.

His penis, which had no flaws, was usually a pale white similar to his skin, but it changed once pleasure began to rise. It was the same now. The tip of his penis, which had begun to take on a pinkish hue as if stained with rouge, was already smeared with a sticky fluid.

Normally, he wouldn’t have had time for a long appreciation. He would have been too busy rushing at him in a fit of excitement the moment he saw him.

But at this moment, Kwon Yihyeon was tied up, and no matter how much he pulled his arms or put strength into his legs, the restraints would not loosen. He could not thrust his cock head in as much as he wanted and make Chacha cry. He couldn’t even run away. The current reality was that he had to be topped if Chacha wanted it, and he couldn’t even top Chacha unless Chacha showed mercy. Kwon Yihyeon’s will was terribly helpless at this moment. With his body restrained, he lay before Jae Angshin, and the only thing he could do was appreciate the view.

The naked body, where aesthetically pleasing lean muscles were sleekly positioned, expressed the perfection a classical statue might possess through flesh. Chacha felt not a shred of shame in revealing his raw self, wearing nothing at all, and was leisurely spreading his legs above him. Kwon Yihyeon felt his head spinning, overcome by a sense of dizziness. A mythical being, by his very existence, wants him. He simply wants him. Therefore, he leaped down from divinity to the very mud where I crawl, treading there to embrace a worm like me…

An instinctive fear of a prey animal realizing it would be devoured swept over him, but Kwon Yihyeon automatically converted even that into pleasure. His head was surely broken beyond repair. Kwon Yihyeon agonized for a long time over whether this was because of Chacha or his own nature, before simply deciding to blame Chacha.

Until now, Kwon Yihyeon had lived thinking that Chacha could kill him whenever a whim took him. Thus, at the same time, he lived his life to the fullest so that he wouldn’t regret it whenever he died. Fucking was a part of that effort. In other words, the days spent with Chacha had long since thoroughly stirred up Kwon Yihyeon’s brain. Kwon Yihyeon felt as if he could get hard now regardless of the situation as long as it involved Chacha. In short, Chacha had ruined Kwon Yihyeon. He had sliced through his flesh and firmly broken the circuits somewhere deep inside, causing him to fall into being an idiot who couldn’t control his heat whenever he saw Chacha.

And yet, despite that, Chacha was now looking down at him as if he felt pity for Kwon Yihyeon.

The face, tinged with a faint sorrow, was strangely calm. As if he would leave right now if Kwon Yihyeon wanted him to.

“Why…”

Kwon Yihyeon had long since crossed an irreversible line. The moment everything he firmly believed to be superstition was proven true, Kwon Yihyeon’s world collapsed once, and Chacha swallowed up the space left by the cracks.

Chacha intimidated, oppressed, captured, and pinned Kwon Yihyeon down. He was violating him. And yet…

“Fuck, why are you hesitating…”

At that moment, Kwon Yihyeon, whose patience had shattered, narrowed his flushed eyes and laughed as if intoxicated. He wasn’t aware of it at all, but Chacha remembered. This was the first moment Kwon Yihyeon had laughed in a flirtatious manner.

Chacha remained silent, and Kwon Yihyeon spoke in a slightly thick voice.

“Since today is the day I’m supposed to serve you, I’d try to endure it if this patience test were part of the sex.”

“…”

“But I can’t stand it if you’re holding out on me.”

Kwon Yihyeon smiled with his eyes, acting all silly, and then leaned his head forward while his limbs were restrained. Thud, his forehead touched near the collarbone. Straight bone joints. The skin covering them. Chacha, whose natural body temperature was significantly lower than others, nevertheless held a lukewarm heat.

‘See, you’re excited too.’

Where do you think you’re running off to?

‘How dare you…’

Kwon Yihyeon neatly folded his desire to kill this person right then and there and let it flow into a laugh. I have no fucking clue what you were thinking to make that kind of expression, what you were thinking trying to run away, or what emotions you’re going to make me taste in the future.

“If you aren’t confident about humping me nicely, let me go.”

“…”

After Kwon Yihyeon whispered brightly to him, he soon felt Chacha convulsing. To be precise, it was a trembling. His body was shaking from laughing under his breath. The low laughter dropped bizarrely like a staccato from a violin with broken strings, before finally letting out a long, sharp, tearing sound as if he could no longer hold it in. It was a sound with a range far too wide to be considered something a normal being could produce with their vocal cords. Since sound is a wave and a vibration, even the air was now trembling in the space where his laughter reached.

The thought that he might truly be eaten alive surged up instinctively.

It wasn’t “being eaten” in the sense of sex, but “being devoured” in the relationship between predator and prey.

Kwon Yihyeon might have only just now caught a glimpse of why a being like Chacha was even called Jae Angshin.

But had Kwon Yihyeon gone mad?

“Eat me up, Priest.”

On the contrary, a strangely full sense of immorality rose within him.

He didn’t know what kind of reaction Chacha was expecting. However, Kwon Yihyeon was feeling both excitement and awe simultaneously. It was annoying that Chacha was staring at him as if testing him, but in truth, he didn’t care. He had no attention to spare for that because right now, Chacha was just… too hot…

“It’s a waste to just cum. For you too, Priest. So thrust it inside and let me cum.”

He couldn’t maintain his sanity. If that were possible, he wouldn’t have been bewitched by Chacha in the first place.

Once more, a sharp, tearing laughter rang out, and Chacha raised his body slightly before sitting closer. Then, his sleek buttocks began to press down on the penis. Kwon Yihyeon gasped. The full weight of Chacha’s existence heavily pressured his erect penis. His entire body, soaked in excessive fear and pleasure, became incredibly sensitive and wanted to ejaculate from just this, but Kwon Yihyeon bit his lip and endured.

Chacha laughed a bit more, and Kwon Yihyeon felt like he could die right then and there.

“I told you not to pester me.”

Chacha moved so close that their stomachs were almost touching. Chacha’s penis rubbed against his tensed abdomen.

He didn’t even care that sticky pre-cum was getting on his clothes. There was only one regret. As the two became stuck together as if entangled, it was no longer easy to examine his naked body from the front. While he was dreamily intoxicated by the heat of his skin and the sensation of his hair falling over him despite that regret…

“You should look at the back. I prepared it with great effort.”

Kwon Yihyeon looked straight ahead reflexively at those words. And he met his own eyes.

It was a mirror. A mirror that completely filled one wall of the large space was reflecting Chacha’s naked body.

Click.

Kwon Yihyeon’s buckle was undone.