HACKED 51

“Myeong. Can I put my tongue in?”

San Gun whispered, their upper lips lightly brushing. A low vibration from his voice traveled directly onto my lips.

“Pardon?”

“I’m asking if I can poke around inside your mouth.”

“Pardon?”

Even to my own ears, it was a pathetically stupid reaction. However, I absolutely, positively, swear I was not giving him permission. I was just so flabbergasted that I had questioned him reflexively.

“Fine.”

No! I didn’t mean it’s fine. I didn’t mean yes!

The words of refusal I tried to rush out—my panicked breaths—were swallowed up all at once. His tongue shoved between my parted lips. There was nothing I could do. I closed my eyes as if escaping from reality.

He tilted his head and dug in deeper. Someone else’s tongue filled me all the way to the front of my throat. Even though I was breathing through my nose, it was overwhelming. Every time his sharp, non-human canines grazed me, I felt a chill, wondering if the flesh inside my mouth would be sliced open.

“Mmp, hng…!”

My head was pushed back. My whole body was forced backward. If he hadn’t been holding onto my arms, I might have tumbled right over onto my back on the sofa.

The tongue blocking my mouth roughly swept over the tender mucous membranes. It was a movement strictly faithful to the expressions “putting a tongue in” and “poking around inside the mouth.” Because he was just pushing in so aggressively, my jaw actually began to hurt. There wasn’t a hint of tenderness or eroticism.

Wait, hold on. This is…

I thought something was a bit strange. My eyelashes fluttered as I opened my eyes. My blurry vision gradually became clear.

And I was silently horrified. Because the bright yellow eyes I had seen before closing mine were still right there. San Gun had been staring intensely at me the entire time our tongues were tangled. Without blinking, without even breathing.

“Heh… Wa… Wait… Mmp, wait a second.”

I urgently pushed against San Gun’s chest. He didn’t even pretend to listen. It was only after I balled my hands into fists and pounded on his chest and shoulders a few times that he reluctantly pulled away.

“While kissing, whew, why are you… staring so… fiercely?”

That was the first thing I said the moment I was released from him.

“……”

San Gun looked down at me with a frown. He seemed displeased at being interrupted in the middle of being engrossed in something. But that wasn’t what was important right now.

“Why are your eyes wide open like you’re about to kill someone while kissing? My heart almost stopped.”

As I spoke, my language got a bit rough. But… if anyone encountered those eyes staring at them without a single flicker of movement from right under their nose, wouldn’t they react like this? I thought I was looking at an opponent in a duel, not a kissing partner.

“Kissing…? Ah, a kiss? Do that all you want with your lover. I told you. I was just going to poke around inside your mouth.”

“…Pardon?”

What kind of miraculous logic is this?

Pressing lips together and putting a tongue in to poke around the inside of the mouth isn’t a kiss? Is this like saying “I drove the car after drinking, but it’s not drunk driving”?

“Why aren’t you breathing?”

“How am I supposed to breathe when my mouth is blocked because I’m putting my tongue in you?”

“You’re supposed to breathe through your nose.”

“Oh, really?”

“……”

“But, whatever. It’s fine. I won’t die even if I don’t breathe for a bit.”

“Is that what’s fucking important right… Wow, I’m going crazy.”

In that moment, I was certain. This guy has never kissed anyone. Forget kissing, he has no concept of sexual contact with another person at all.

Is it because he’s a game character… No, is this a level where I can just accept it as natural and move on? Something is fundamentally wrong.

“Since you gave permission to that beast, I can do it too, right?”

Hwarang grabbed the belt of the bathrobe hanging below my waist. He didn’t seem particularly moved even after witnessing the very provocative scene of two men suddenly pressing lips and mixing tongues right in front of him. Rather, it felt like he was glad San Gun had made the start.

“Wh-What are you going to do?”

I stuttered ungracefully. My whole body prickled with tension. Of course, it wasn’t romantic or sexual tension. I was terrified of what kind of crazy thing he was about to do.

“Nothing much. I’m going to bite and suck on you a bit, too.”

He replied indifferently and gave the robe belt a sharp tug. The loose knot at my waist came undone. At the same time, I was horrified by the feeling of the fabric wrapped around my body sliding down.

I lowered my head to look down but was stopped halfway. It was because San Gun grabbed my chin with one hand. He grinned, baring his canines.

“Where are you looking? Give your lower body to that guy, and focus on me for the upper half.”

“Aren’t you guys actually total psychos?”

“I told you, we’re cat-psychos.”

He’s even correcting that in this situation. I was so dumbfounded I was speechless.

Why are they both so confident and composed? Actually, maybe it’s not them who are crazy, but me? What if I’m just a brain in a vat? What if scientists are giving me electrical stimulations?

After rambling to myself internally, my mind, which was about to fly off somewhere strange, was caught by a single word from San Gun.

“Focus.”

“Argh…!”

Sting. Something sharp pierced through the tender flesh on the side of my neck. A throbbing pain spread rapidly from that spot, just like when getting a painful injection.

He didn’t stop at just sinking his teeth into the skin. He thoroughly licked the spot where the flesh was pierced and sucked up every drop of blood that flowed out. Strength slowly left my body. Before I knew it, I had ended up lying long on the sofa with him pinned over me.

With his head buried in the nape of my neck, San Gun just reached out his hand and felt my chest and stomach. When his hand caught the edge of the robe that Hwarang had left half-off, he yanked the robe down as if clearing a bothersome obstacle. There was a sound of the discarded robe falling onto the floor.

Cool air touched my bare skin. My body shrank back instinctively. A dissatisfied mumble came from below.

“Ah. You’re wearing underwear…. Why are you wearing it? Since you came out wearing just a robe, I naturally thought you weren’t wearing any.”

“With two people waiting outside, would I be crazy enough to come out commando?”

“Can I take it off?”

What? Take what off? I shouted urgently before something irreversible happened.

“Then consider your own skin taken off, too.”

“You always talk to me about manners and such, but Boss, your mouth is quite dirty too.”

San Gun, who had been holding my shoulders firmly so I couldn’t escape while sinking his teeth into my neck, raised his head. His mouth area looked slick and wet. Blood, diluted by saliva, was staining his lips. His blood-stained canines were revealed between his slightly parted lips. That appearance looked deceptively seductive, unbefitting the situation.

“Ah… Myeong.”

San Gun chuckled. It was different from his usual laugh. Under his messy bangs and languidly lowered black eyelashes, his eyes were out of focus.

“Your blood tastes good….”

Ecstasy seeped through his voice as he muttered like someone half-delirious. A thrilling shiver ran through my veins. I didn’t know if it was fear or excitement.

Since he didn’t seem to be asking for a specific answer, he soon buried his head in my neck again and began licking the wound. I’d felt it since a while ago, but the surface of his tongue was strangely rough. It wasn’t enough to wound the skin, but every time he licked, I felt a sensation somewhere between soreness and itchiness. My body kept flinching involuntarily.

Hwarang sat down on his knees without hesitation on the floor below the long sofa where San Gun and I were tangled together. Then, he grabbed one of my legs that was dangling off the sofa.

“Ah!”

Soft lips pressed deeply into my instep. Startled by the completely unexpected sensation, my toes jerked upward reflexively.

“……”

As if telling me to stay still, he lightly bit the thin, weak skin on my instep and then let go. Fortunately, unlike San Gun, he didn’t have sharp canines.

His lips touched the inner ankle bone. His lips tickled over the slightly protruding bone playfully and then gradually moved up. To the shin, the knee, the thigh. In between, he lightly scraped the skin with his front teeth, sucked on it, or pressed his lips down hard as if leaving a stamp.

Hwarang’s hands were white and long, but with firm joints and calluses where one would hold a bow or a sword. Those hands grabbed and spread my knees. I realized that fact a moment later, as it was already overwhelming just to endure the unfamiliar sensations being showered upon me from above and below.

“…You told me not to take them off.”

After a brief silence, Hwarang muttered. His voice had dropped to a low tone I was hearing for the first time.

The tips of his fingers flicked over my underwear.

“Nng…!”

“This place is asking me to take them off, though.”