HACKED 110

Even after responding provocatively, as if he might pounce at any second and indulge in a messy tumble, the very first skinship he initiated with me was holding my hand. Moreover, it was in the form of pressing our palms together and interlacing our fingers—locking them tight—just like children playing house.

San Gun’s fingers slid between mine, which were pale and ghostly. Unlike me, San Gun had handsome hands as well. Befitting an Incarnation whose primary weapon is a blade, he had calluses in various spots, but the shape of the hands themselves was long and aesthetically pleasing. Even his fingernails were neatly groomed.

Through our tightly pressed palms, things invisible to the eye flowed back and forth. San Gun shared physical warmth with me, and I shared my energy with him. The energy that hadn’t budged at all when I held <Sickly Model Student>’s hand flowed quite easily into San Gun.

‘I knew it, I arrived too late back then. That’s why the recovery didn’t work. If I had arrived just a little earlier, I might have been able to save him…’

Thinking that far, I squeezed my eyes shut.

‘No, no. Let’s stop.’

What was the point of regretting it now? That kid was already dead and gone.

If I let my guard down even for a moment, depression encroaches on my mind as if it had been waiting. I wanted to escape from those thoughts somehow. I lightly shook our interlaced hands like a joke.

“Hello, hyung. Have you eaten yet?”

“What?”

“Was the trip here difficult? How would you like me to write your name?”

He seemed to think for a moment about what kind of riff I was making. To be fair, it was an excessively modern roleplay to attempt with an Incarnation who was thousands of years old. How would someone who mainly appeared in folk tales starting with “Once upon a time” know about a celebrity fan signing event?

“Ah—ha.”

However, the silence was brief; he gave a wide grin as if he understood. Following that, he thrust his face toward me without warning, his yellow eyes sparkling with mischief, causing me to flinch. Aside from him being handsome, scary is scary.

“Myeong, don’t you remember hyung? I came yesterday too.”

‘…He’s actually playing along.’

San Gun’s adaptability is surprising no matter when I see it. Certainly, when we first met, he seemed to use a bizarre way of speaking that was like a mix between a mountain spirit and a social media addict, but seeing how it has become quite natural now proves it.

“Of course I remember.”

“Really? Then tell me. What is hyung’s name?”

“Wh-what?”

“I told you yesterday too. Surely you didn’t forget?”

It seems San Gun has adopted the concept of an over-the-top, self-important fan. Unlike Hwarang, who always takes my terminal without permission to play with it, San Gun seemed to have zero interest in modern civilization; where on earth did he learn this?

“I know it. I do. That, hyung’s name… your name is…”

“What, Myeong. You don’t even know hyung’s name? Do you know how many times I’ve come to see you? Do you know how much I adore you? Huh? Am I just one of many fans to you? To me, you’re the only one.”

I didn’t think he wanted me to give him his Incarnation name, <Mountain Hero>. It felt like he was asking for his ‘real name’… but how was I supposed to know his real name? Even though I knew it was a concept, he was being a real nuisance.

“Hyung, I’m sorry. I won’t ever forget it from now on. Could you please tell me just one more time?”

“Sigh… Look at me. I’m just too soft, that’s the problem.”

The way he let out a deep sigh with a face full of worry was utterly detestable. Even though I was the one who started this childish game, my energy was being drained so fast that I wanted to stop soon.

“Yes, yes. So, the name. What should I write after ‘To.’?”

“Hmm… as for that.”

After hesitating for a long time, he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Usually, I only saw him laughing with a “Guh-ha-ha-hak!” while throwing away all dignity and decorum, or smiling murderously while baring his canines.

Now was different. A certain sexiness dwelled in his eyes, which were curved in a strange way—as if he were looking down, but not quite. It was truly a smile befitting a feline predator. I didn’t know this man could smile like that.

“I’ll tell you after we’re done having sex.”

His voice, which had dropped a tone, burrowed into my ear.

‘I should lead.’

That was the thought I’d had from the moment the word sex left his mouth.

Understandably so, San Gun is an Incarnation, not a human. In terms of sexual experience, he is basically a blank slate.

It was the same before. Throughout the kiss, he didn’t even close his eyes and glared at me as if he were going to devour me. Didn’t he even fail to realize he had to breathe through his nose, so he didn’t breathe at all? Doing that long kiss in one breath was impressive on a level of a world record, but as the party involved, I didn’t want to experience it twice.

Since he has the form of a male anyway, he probably knows roughly what to do to satisfy sexual desire. But it would be strictly at the level of animal instinct. Thrust, shake, and come—exactly that much.

So, I thought I should be the one to teach him, since I have at least a little more background knowledge… or so I thought.

My entire lower jaw was caught within his large palm. He tilted my head back slightly and scrutinized my features obsessively.

‘Is he going to kiss me? Like last time.’

But this time, my expectation was wrong.

“Bite.”

Two fingers were suddenly pushed between my slightly parted lips. It was just the index and middle fingers, but my mouth was full.

The long, hard fingers slowly stirred inside my mouth. Then, whether by accident or on purpose, they touched the back of the roof of my mouth. I gagged reflexively.

“Hgh. Gag!”

Regardless of my will, tears welled up. San Gun kindly offered advice.

“Try to suck it well. Don’t use your teeth, okay? You have to breathe through your nose.”

“Ugh… hng, mph.”

“Why are you so clumsy? Are you a novice?”

Who is calling whom a novice right now? He’s talking about himself.

My tongue was pressed down by his fingers, so proper words wouldn’t come out. Still, I tried to protest somehow. However, at an exquisite timing, the calluses engraved on his fingertips scraped the tender part of my tongue.

“Hngh…”

One side of my eyes furrowed, and the plump flesh beneath the eye trembled. The tears that had been pooling at the corners of my eyes fell.

His fingers had thick knuckles, and my mouth wasn’t exactly wide. My lips were completely soaked; beyond that, saliva trickled down the side of my mouth. My face burned with something that was either shame or distress.

His fingers had increased to three before I knew it. He took in the sight of my drenched face while thoroughly poking around inside my mouth. It was a movement that was far too leisurely—and far too fetishistic—to have any specific purpose.

To me, it was simply torturous. Not only my jaw, which was held wide open, but even my lips began to sting with pain. Surely by now, both corners of my mouth had turned bright red and were on the verge of tearing.

After a time of endurance, his fingers finally left my mouth. I hadn’t really done anything other than having my mouth poked, but my breath was ragged.

The first thing I said after regaining my freedom of speech was this:

“Are you planning to have sex only with your mouth?”

Half of it was provocation, and half of it was venting my frustration over having my pride wounded by losing the lead.

San Gun smiled with eyes that were wetter and more damp than before. As if he had been waiting for those words.

Thump.

My body was pushed back. I felt the sensation of the mattress behind my back and saw the ceiling.

A pitch-black shadow loomed over my field of vision. It felt like being pounced upon by a massive beast. Actually, that isn’t exactly wrong.

“Myeong.”

San Gun, who had climbed on top of me, called my name abruptly. While nonchalantly brushing my wet eyelashes with his thumb.

“Yes.”

“Do you have any reason to go outside anywhere?”

‘What kind of random question is this all of a sudden?’

Regardless of whether I was bewildered or not, he asked again.

“You don’t for the time being, right?”

I nodded my head in a daze. Even if I went out, it would be somewhere in this Pantheon, so it wouldn’t be “outside.”

The next moment, I was horrified by the action he took.

Right now, I was wearing a pale blue linen shirt. Originally, I preferred casual wear like T-shirts or sweatshirts, but the available resources were limited, so I had no choice. This was also something farmed from the clothes some Incarnation of <IsItPresbyopiaCrap> used to wear.

He hooked his fingers between the collar of my shirt. And… without hesitation, he ripped it straight down. It means he just tore it to shreds without caring about buttons or anything.

“Gasp!”

The buttons, sent flying by the brutish force, struck near my neck and chest. I reflexively clutched the front of the shirt. I was so flabbergasted that I couldn’t even feel angry. This tiger rips people—no, clothes….

“What, the—no, you crazy—these are clothes I barely have any of…”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“I feel like I ask this every time, but are you seriously insane?”

“Since it seems I’ve poked around your mouth enough, just as you said. I’m going to try poking somewhere else now.”

He half-listened to my words while putting his hands on my pants button this time. I had a strong premonition that I was screwed.

“…Pardon?”

Following my missing top, I was now in danger of having my bottom go missing too.