HACKED 52

I realized it only then. A lot of blood had rushed down there. My underwear was stretched so tight it was actually uncomfortable. Moreover, it had even grown a bit larger due to the stimulation when Hwarang flicked it.

I have an erection? Held down by two men from above and below, with one sucking my neck and the other biting my leg… and I’m hard?

Was I always a possessor of such dark tastes? I couldn’t believe it. The fact that I was the only one stark naked while those two were fully dressed from head to toe fanned the flames of my shame even further.

“So you are.”

San Gun glanced down and spoke casually. My face flushed hot. I wanted to turn into a handful of ash and vanish right then and there.

My timid resistance of trying to close my legs to hide my arousal was immediately thwarted. San Gun wedged his thigh between my parted legs, and Hwarang grabbed my knees to fix them in place. They hadn’t even planned this, yet their movements were perfectly synchronized. For me, it was maddening.

“Aren’t you a completely hopeless fellow. Your Incarnations are about to die from the pain, yet you’re just sitting here with a stiff one.”

San Gun chuckled mischievously. I wanted to punch that face of his. No, wait. Actually, the face I want to punch might be my own… What am I even saying right now?

“Wa-Wait a second. Listen to me.”

“Listen to what now. What is it this time.”

“You said recovery only requires skin-to-skin contact anyway. Is there any need to further damage my dignity as a human being here? You guys are men too, so you know. There are times when this happens regardless of one’s own will.”

“I wouldn’t know?”

“Pardon?”

I faltered at those words.

Is it true? Do Incarnations have no sexual desire?

The thought occurred to me that it could be possible. They only have the outward appearance of humans but aren’t human inside; since they are beings who don’t need to eat, drink, or sleep, perhaps the sexual aspect wasn’t implemented.

“Just kidding. I know.”

…Fuck.

I fell for it. Rage, which had been suppressed by shame, tried to surge up. Before it could, San Gun beat me to it.

“When it’s standing tall enough to soak through the underwear like this, I know very well that it needs to be relieved.”

“It’s not to the point of soaking through everything…”

“Uh-huh. Sure.”

Without listening to a word I said, he thrust his hand inside my damp underwear.

“Ah!”

The hand of another person suddenly entering the most sensitive area. I was more startled than I had been through this whole ordeal. My waist jerked up from the lying position.

My hands, which were flailing in the air, grabbed San Gun’s collar as if hanging on. The black short-sleeved T-shirt he was wearing became heavily wrinkled. Even though my grip strength must be nothing to him—even though he could have easily resisted if he chose to—he obediently lowered his upper body toward me.

“Hng… Ah.”

Seeing my hand trembling as it gripped his collar, San Gun gave a small sigh.

“Why are you so scared. I’m yours.”

His hand overlapped mine, which had turned pale with fear. The size and skin tone were worlds apart. Once covered beneath his hand, my own hand couldn’t even be seen.

He slowly rubbed my knuckles with his thumb. The strength in my grip, which had been clenching tightly, gradually loosened. He lifted my arm, which was still shaking slightly, and made me wrap it around his neck.

“I won’t take them off. I didn’t take them off, so it’s fine now, right?”

A hand with protruding joints wrapped around the half-formed pillar. Then he stroked the entirety of the organ up and down. It was by no means a skillful or considerate touch. It was closer to kneading it as he pleased, like rolling a toy in his hand.

However, I had become excessively sensitive, and I was excessively tense. Every sensation felt several times larger. Even the glans being scraped against the hard calluses engraved on his palm was stimulating. Stars burst before my eyes.

The more his shadow loomed over me, the more his heavy weight bore down, the more I felt the skeletal difference between us to my bones. Setting aside the muscles, even the bone structure was different. Limbs with thick frames protruding, wide-spread shoulders, and a thick ribcage. A different species from me… strictly speaking, they were a different species, but anyway. It felt like a different species.

“Where did you learn the business ethics of snatching away something I painstakingly coaxed and bared. For someone who’s eaten so many years of age, you’re really making a fool of yourself, Mountain Hero. I wonder if you have no thoughts because you’re a beast, or if you’ve gone senile.”

Hwarang sneered intensely using formal speech. Even though I usually get heated at that kid’s obnoxious way of speaking, whenever I see that guy pouring venomous words at other Incarnations… especially San Gun, I realize anew. That guy is actually on the relatively obedient side when he’s in front of me.

“You got a problem? If you’re so bothered, you should have claimed it faster. Have a nimble day.”

San Gun retorted without even looking at him. A sound of teeth grinding came from Hwarang.

“How have you endured until now when you’re so eager to devour the master? It’s good that you’re flaunting your vigor, old man. But can you even get it up?”

Wow… Even in the midst of being out of my mind, I was flabbergasted. Does that guy have a blade in his mouth?

“Do you talk like shit because you can’t play with your cock? If you’re done with your business, get lost.”

There was another one with a blade in his mouth right here. The words being exchanged were every bit as fierce. Earlier, when they were working together to spread my legs, they were in perfect harmony.

“Done? There’s a long way to go. You’re the one who should get lost.”

Whether you fight or hook up, just do it between yourselves and can’t you just leave me alone?

Those words rose up to the tip of my throat. However, I couldn’t actually spit them out. Because my head was forcibly turned by a strong hand and my lips were bitten.

Hwarang didn’t shove his tongue in right away like the one before him. However, he harassed my lips extremely tenaciously. I felt my lower bottom lip, which had been chewed and bitten plenty by him, suddenly split vertically. A metallic taste of blood spread along with a stinging pain.

“Hng-ut! Ugh…”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved my hand into the back of Hwarang’s head, grabbed a fistful of his hair—which was an ambiguous length, neither short nor long—and pulled him away.

“…Ha.”

Even in the humiliating position of having his head forced back by his hair, he actually laughed. His long, horizontal eyes curved even more narrowly, and a twisted sneer hung on his lips. A faint flush appeared on his skin, which had always been as pale as marble.

An expression revealing desire, anger, and melancholy all at once. It was an expression I was seeing from him for the first time. He was a guy I had treated as a junior or a younger brother who wouldn’t listen worth a damn because he looked young and acted young. But at this moment, I felt him to be a strange man.

Well. Have I really never seen this expression before? Back then, when I was grabbed by the arm by Hwarang and fell to the floor… Back then, wasn’t he looking at me with these eyes from within the cold shadow cast over his entire face?

While keeping eye contact with me, he swept his mouth with the back of his hand. After confirming that a faint trace of my blood was on the back of his hand, he stuck out his tongue and licked it off as if to show me.

“It’s truly delicious.”

“I don’t want to hear any more reviews of how my blood tastes.”

“Can I have more?”

“Am I some kind of 5-star restaurant? Everyone, get lost. We’re closed because the prepared ingredients have run out.”

Please spare me from things like ‘The food is kind, and the owner is delicious!’ I want to stop the blood donation where not even a single grain of my will is reflected.

“Ahahaha!”

San Gun suddenly burst out laughing at my heartfelt appeal. He laughed for a long time, his shoulders shaking, and then pressed his lips against the teeth marks he had left on my shoulder. Did he just press his lips there? He sucked and bit on it lingeringly. Obscene slurping sounds could be heard.

“It’s not coming out anymore. That’s a shame. I shouldn’t have stopped the bleeding.”

“Then I’ll collapse from anemia… In the first place, why do you like my blood so much… Nng.”

Even during that, the hand that had delved inside my underwear didn’t stop. Whether intentional or not, his hard thumb pressed down on the urethral opening. With a gasp of a groan, strength went into my thighs.

“There’s another way to directly heal an Incarnation. Besides physical contact. Feeding them the master’s bodily fluids.”

Along with Hwarang’s calm voice, San Gun pulled his hand out from inside my underwear. His long, sturdy hand was completely drenched and a mess. A transparent liquid stretched between his fingers.

Without missing a single moment, he looked down at me and stuck out the tip of his tongue to slowly lick his own hand. It was a movement clearly intended for me to see. His eyes were saying it. That what Hwarang said was the truth.

Bodily fluids following skinship? They really do everything. Let’s see how far this godforsaken world-view goes.

“Blood, tears, saliva, semen. The most effective is blood, and after that is semen. Because they are the things that become the source of life. There’s a reason why ancient spells always have a procedure for biting a finger to draw blood.”

It was a statement I never wanted to believe. However, coming from an Incarnation with the setting of having ‘half-human, half-ghost’ characteristics and handling spiritual beings, it sounded plausible.

That was the problem. Because I was starting to think that I’d rather just give them some blood and get it over with, instead of being caught between these bastards, having my whole body kneaded, and suffering all sorts of humiliation. I’ll just consider it as being bitten by a very large mosquito.

“Then you bite my finger or my neck too and suck the blood. Done, right? Now stop.”

Hwarang burst into a nervous laugh.

“Stop what? It’s too late now.”

“……”

“If you wanted to stop… you shouldn’t have called me back then.”

Before I could even ask what that meant, my mouth was blocked. Unlike before, when he harassed me to the point of splitting my lips and drawing blood, Hwarang pushed his tongue in right away. My cheeks and jaw were held by his hands, so I couldn’t even avoid it.

Our lips separated, and this time, one of my feet was lifted and placed somewhere. On top of a man’s crotch… which had risen up as if it were about to pierce through the fabric in a full erection.