INV 63

Although it differed from whatever Kwon Yihyeon might have expected, Kwon Yihyeon’s remark—separate from his usual shamelessness and lewdness—sent a massive ripple through Chacha.

Chacha wasn’t fond of being sucked while Kwon Yihyeon was tied up. If he was going to have his lower half sucked, he preferred a position where he could throttle the other’s breath with his thighs… yet he didn’t want to untie his hands and feet. No, before that, another problem was so serious that it made Chacha pause, even though his head had been filled with nothing but thoughts of ravishing Kwon Yihyeon into a mess.

The heterodox monster who had once turned the celestial realm upside down closed his lips, which had parted unknowingly.

‘Ho, look at this.’

A mere fledgling who doesn’t even know to fear the heavens…

‘I didn’t think he’d step up and offer to loosen me up, of all things.’

Even while sending such a burning, desperate gaze as if he were dying of impatience, and wearing an expression that looked like he wanted to put Chacha whole into his mouth to suck and lick him if only he could.

He put on the brakes, saying that pleasuring Chacha came first. He endured.

He tried to ‘protect’ ‘Jae Angshin’ so that he ‘wouldn’t get hurt’.

It was only natural for Chacha to feel a strange emotion.

‘What is this small and fragile human saying.’

No matter how much he thought about it, it seemed Kwon Yihyeon did not know his place.

Chacha also knew that Kwon Yihyeon was broken.

He also knew that he probably hadn’t been born properly. He already knew he would be in a state like a day-old puppy.

However, knowing something intellectually does not mean one has actually mastered it. To truly say one has studied, one must not stop at reciting sutras but must dig thoroughly into the taste and scent hidden in the phrases, the texture, and even the aftertaste between the lines. And that is not the end.

One must apply it to their own life. Only then can one truly say they have mastered it.

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Every existence has inevitable limits. They think their own experience is everything. They mistake only what they feel for what exists in the world. They are wrong. There are endlessly many things an existence does not know. This is even more true the more one comes to know. Do you think the Heavenly Lord over there knows everything? Do you think The Jade Emperor, sleeping loftily above the heavens, is omniscient? Wrong! Do you think the racketeers of the celestial realm, who try to hide their filthy inner thoughts with elegant decorations, are omniscient? No!

The more you get to know the world, the more things you don’t know increase. That is the truth of the world. A beggar does not know the life of a rich man. Even so, if you were to make the beggar a rich man, would he become omniscient? If that happened, the beggar would not know the life of a beggar who must live as a beggar all his life without catching the golden rope to become rich. He would not know the life of a prince born with innate superiority, never needing to bow his head to anyone for a single moment.

He is not a street beggar, but he would not know the fear of a boy and girl who, under a leaking roof, hug each other and cry every time the thunder goes rumble-crash-bang, fearing their wooden board house might collapse. He was born into a decent family, but he would not know the despair of one who, coerced into choosing a profession and spouse due to a parent’s violence and control-freak nature, attempts suicide the day before the wedding.

In the end, every existence has innate limits. That is why the “chance to live again” is given fairly to all existences.

That was the law of the underworld and the logic of reincarnation.

And while this is a story close to a general theory, monsters who enjoy boasting of their strength to the weak usually do not rise to the level of Great Monsters or Monster Immortals.

There was no way a pathetic loafer, preoccupied only with bullying weaklings during the time they should be training their monster power or facing stronger enemies to raise their status, could attain a proper rank.

Even if Chacha was an existence far from general theories, he knew that much common sense.

However, within Chacha’s common sense, a weakling who didn’t know his own fragile place and worried about the well-being of Jae Angshin… was not common sense at all. Such a thing shouldn’t exist, but it was right before his eyes. If it were anyone else, he would have brushed it off saying, “You’re mad, how pitiful,” but of all people, it was Kwon Yihyeon. It was confusing. He was probably angry.

So Chacha even brought up words he didn’t usually say.

“…Cocky.”

Without hiding his heated attitude, he even poured out his momentum oppressively. Heave! Kwon Yihyeon sucked in a breath. A hollow laugh came at his attitude of biting his lower lip as if even breathing was painful, but Chacha deliberately pressed his body against Kwon Yihyeon and, to ensure he didn’t cool down from fear, shook his lower body and gave him a sweet breath.

That means they kissed.

And Chacha, after rummaging around his own back a few times, aligned his bottom and pushed it right in.

“…!”

Kwon Yihyeon, who began to be swallowed slowly starting from the tip, scraped the inside of his throat lowly and roughly. Eating up even his groans without leaving a trace, Chacha focused on Kwon Yihyeon.

He felt a terrifying pleasure as if his insides were being crushed and thrust upward, but he did not close his eyes. He didn’t tilt his head back and groan languidly as usual, either. He only narrowed his eyes at the slight discomfort caused by the tight hole swallowing something excessively large all at once, and the bizarre sense of fullness that felt like his stomach was breaking.

Chacha did not let go of the hands embracing Kwon Yihyeon.

He stole every bit of the feverish breath the other exhaled.

When something like a hot club struck and entered as if splitting Chacha’s insides, Kwon Yihyeon must have felt the inner walls tightly surrounding and kneading his penis. That’s why his eyelids trembled, and he must have clenched his fists until the veins bulged in his bound forearms. I liked Kwon Yihyeon, who couldn’t even turn a groan into a phoneme. Would you laugh if I said I felt like I could feel the veins twitching because they wanted to spit out semen?

But even though he was acting composed, Chacha wasn’t much different. Both of their eyes were steeped in pleasure. Chacha, whose complexion had become a mess of light crimson, was shivering at his toes while clutching his stomach as if huddling his upper body, with saliva dripping from between his slightly parted teeth. Still, he didn’t loosen his strength. Even though he knew that loosening up and swallowing him whole would release Kwon Yihyeon from the excessive pressure that felt like his cock would be severed, he tensed his toes and endured.

He wasn’t confident he could shove it in to the end. Not yet.

“Look at this, Yihyeon-ah.”

“Ugh…”

“Even though I haven’t swallowed it all, it’s so hard and huge…”

Chacha delivered those words with a bright smile. His forehead, beaded with sweat, shone white through his disheveled hair.

Before Kwon Yihyeon could say anything, their lips clashed again. When he resisted opening up, Chacha bared his fangs and lightly bit his upper lip. Even though he tried not to flinch even if a drop of blood formed, those glaring red eyes—that gaze was crazily dominant. Who could possibly resist you… Kwon Yihyeon slowly parted his lips. And Chacha, depravedly, did not immediately penetrate the small gap between Kwon Yihyeon’s teeth. He made Kwon Yihyeon stick out his tongue and wait on his own. He tamed him to desperately feel the kiss. He made him clearly feel his lower mouth trying to loosen its strength after biting the cock with a tight squeeze, and he didn’t even give up his upper mouth easily…

“Kiss me…”

Kwon Yihyeon finally thought as his breath was swallowed.

‘Everything is a mess…’

Did saliva run down his chin? Or was it a bead of sweat? Or perhaps a tear? Nothing was right. It was confusing. Why Chacha, who had released one of his hands, had started the insertion while even pouring out an oppressive momentum, and why he wore an angry expression—Kwon Yihyeon could know none of it. A powerful sexual sensation, strong enough to distort his vision, was shaking his entire soul.

And when Chacha swallowed him to the root by putting his weight into it.

That is, when the hard cock head thrust inside as if to pierce through, making his belly bulge out…

“…Ah… Ah, ugh.”

“Just, a little, more, move. Please…”

Kwon Yihyeon thought it would be okay even if he knew nothing.

He would be bound to this person for a lifetime, and that was enough.

That it would be truly okay if that were the case.

Even if the whole world deceived, deluded, and betrayed him, as long as you were tied up here.

That would be enough…

“The cock’s going to break… Hmm?”

Kwon Yihyeon whispered while rubbing Chacha’s belly with his one free hand, and every time pressure was applied, Chacha trembled and sobbed, submerged in the afterglow of a climax. Kwon Yihyeon’s clothes became sodden with ejaculate. But neither Chacha nor Kwon Yihyeon cared.

Instead, they laughed as if dreamily intoxicated, and then met their lips. Their bellies too.

A squelch sound came from between their skin.

Compared to the conversations they had while standing face to face, the sex was rather honest. To someone, an affair might be nothing more than the act of spitting seed into someone’s body, but for someone else, it lies in the realm of communion where emotions are shared. That said, Chacha did not fall into the delusion that he was communing with Kwon Yihyeon. Chacha was merely taking. Kwon Yihyeon’s youth, Kwon Yihyeon’s innocence, Kwon Yihyeon’s place…

Regardless, Chacha obsessively observed Kwon Yihyeon’s reactions. What he felt more when it was done a certain way, what kind of expression he made when he was truly about to go crazy. He observed Kwon Yihyeon inside and out. If the observer had been Kwon Yihyeon and the subject had been Chacha until now, this time was different. Chacha truly,

‘What is he hiding in that small head.’

Wanted to know. He had come to want to know.

Because that was sincere, it was dangerous.

‘I want to dig it out.’

Blink.

‘If I split it, and spread it open.’

Blink.

‘Will I be able to know?’

Blink. A warning light turned on. It was three times. For a danger signal, it was quite many, and the level was high. A curiosity that is terribly violent because it is terribly innocent is like a child’s purity. If left like this, it would end up in a situation where he pulls off a dragonfly’s wings one by one to hang them on a spiderweb. Chacha had to lower his interest.

And fortunately, there was another interest in front of him.

‘Pleasure.’

From then on, Chacha pushed himself into pleasure to the point where Kwon Yihyeon felt it was dangerous.

“…Ugh…”

While pounding the tender inner walls countless times, he didn’t even take a proper breath. Even while shuddering at the intense pleasure that made lights flicker before his eyes every time he rose and sat back down, he did not stop the pounding. After kissing became difficult due to the position, he paid no heed even when voices telling him to stop followed continuously. Although he was in a state of entrusting his body to Kwon Yihyeon because he didn’t even have the courage to tilt his neck back.

Although it was only a shallow pounding—raising his toes and then sitting back down because he didn’t have the courage to pull it out whole and then slam it back inside.

“…Ah, ugh, ugh.”

It looked just as precarious with only that. Normally, Chacha would have struggled to stop the pleasure himself and Kwon Yihyeon would have pushed him only as far as possible, but in this sex, it seemed Chacha was exceptionally trying to handle himself excessively. It felt as if the urge to ejaculate was steaming and crushing his head, but even so, Kwon Yihyeon only wished that Chacha wouldn’t be in pain. So he wanted to make Chacha stop. And although it was a sadistic act, Kwon Yihyeon had exactly one way to make Chacha stop. After whispering an apology in Chacha’s ear, Kwon Yihyeon grabbed Chacha’s pelvis with his one free hand and lifted him up. He slammed him straight down.

Chacha, who for a moment couldn’t even make a breathing sound while enveloped in a climax, eventually let out a lewd groan and began to trickle out clear fluid that wasn’t even semen.

Only then could he stop Chacha.

“…Ha.”

Kwon Yihyeon didn’t know what was what at all, but the way he caught and embraced the limp Chacha was as if it were natural. Kwon Yihyeon desperately prayed that Chacha would wake up soon, shine those spiteful red eyes, and untie the damn string that bound his penis so he couldn’t ejaculate. Meanwhile, he buried his nose in the silver hair and took a deep breath.

‘He sweated, but he’s still fragrant…’

I want to come just from smelling him… Around the time he thought that, Chacha, who had barely regained his senses, swung his fingertips and used monster power to cut the string that was wound around the ridge of the glans. In an unexpected moment, the suppressed pleasure exploded all at once. In that way, Kwon Yihyeon ejaculated into Chacha’s deepest part.

However, a minor problem followed after that.

As if cutting that string was all he could do, Chacha, leaning on Kwon Yihyeon, fell fast asleep.

“Excuse me, Priest? I still have three limbs tied up? Are you sleeping? No way. Right?”

“…”

“Excuse me…?”

“…”

“I’m hard again…”

It was the moment when the very concept of ‘Disaster’—which not only the supernatural beings and monsters of far-off lands but also all the impurities of the universe bow their heads to serve—sank into the utmost comfort within the arms of a mere human.

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Jae Angshin Chacha, who distantly transcended Great Monsters or Monster Immortals, could tear Kwon Yihyeon apart if he put his mind to it.

That was why he pitied Kwon Yihyeon and thought Kwon Yihyeon was mad. That Kwon Yihyeon, who didn’t know his place and worried about Jae Angshin, had broken completely.

However, in Kwon Yihyeon’s eyes, Chacha didn’t look sane either.

The fact that both were broken wasn’t much different.