Chapter 57: A Taste of Heaven and a Looming Threat

Han Do-hoon savored the rising heat that radiated into his palms with a satisfied hum.

He then lifted Sa-yoon’s legs, settling them on his shoulders.

With Sa-yoon’s hips naturally elevated, Han Do-hoon gripped them firmly with both hands and leaned down, drawing closer to Sa-yoon’s lower body.

Caught off guard, Sa-yoon instinctively swung his legs, his most intimate parts now mere inches from Han Do-hoon’s face. Yet, suspended in the air, his thrashing limbs proved utterly useless.

“Wait a moment. This is a bit embarrassing.”

Han Do-hoon leaned in even deeper. Sa-yoon had expected fellatio, but Han Do-hoon moved past his member, descending even lower than his perineum.

Then, the smooth tip of Han Do-hoon’s nose brushed against Sa-yoon’s slightly parted opening. Sa-yoon’s grip on the blanket tightened.

His body was half-suspended in the air, fixed atop Han Do-hoon’s knees. Supporting Sa-yoon’s not-so-light weight, Han Do-hoon rubbed his high nose against Sa-yoon’s secret part.

Sa-yoon, eyes squeezed shut at the blatant act, stiffened his entire body at the subsequent wet sensation.

“H-huh…”

While he had received fellatio countless times, this was his first time having *this* part licked. The intense shock of a tongue explicitly flattening the folds around his opening and licking sent a rigid tremor through Sa-yoon’s shoulders.

A long tongue traced the narrow area. A slick, hot sensation probed the entrance. The unfamiliar feeling made Sa-yoon’s vision blur crimson with every movement of Han Do-hoon’s tongue.

“You mentioned earlier that you didn’t like my nose and mouth.”

“Don’t… talk. Ah…”

Each time Han Do-hoon spoke, his hot breath tickled Sa-yoon’s perineum. His mind reeled from the shameless tongue. Sa-yoon bit down hard on his lip.

The stimulation was more intense than usual. His current state was already shameful; if this continued with just a tongue, he wouldn’t be able to hold his head high afterward.

Han Do-hoon increasingly brazenly sucked Sa-yoon’s perineum and opening. He pursed his lips and lightly nipped the swollen opening.

“Hmph…”

Simultaneously, his tongue explicitly widened the opening. That damned man’s tongue must have been firm, because he persistently pushed it into the slightly parted gap, then licked and sucked the entrance again.

Even when Sa-yoon tried to close his legs, Han Do-hoon’s head, buried between them, obscured nothing.

Unable to endure the relentless onslaught of sensation, Sa-yoon pushed at Han Do-hoon’s hair, pleading.

“I… like it…”

“What did you say?”

‘Damn it. You should give me a chance to speak.’ Sa-yoon wanted to punch Han Do-hoon, who was asking with a sly grin despite having clearly heard him. Sa-yoon bit his trembling lips again, trying to compose himself.

“Your tongue, hmph. It’s damn good. H-huh…”

Han Do-hoon’s shoulders trembled as he remained buried in Sa-yoon’s nether regions for a long time. ‘Don’t laugh while you’re licking there,’ Sa-yoon thought.

Just as Sa-yoon was about to argue, two thick fingers simultaneously plunged into his opening. At Sa-yoon’s sharp gasp, Han Do-hoon moved even more explicitly.

He widened the opening with his fingers and then inserted his tongue deep into the gap.

It was a mess. Sa-yoon rubbed his head against the sheets. He felt like he was on the verge of climax, yet the lack of a decisive push was driving him mad.

Han Do-hoon’s fingers, which had tormented Sa-yoon for a long time, found and pressed against a plump spot inside the inner wall. Sa-yoon thrashed his legs, suspended in the air, and reached his climax.

“Hmph…”

It was only a tongue and fingers, but the stimulation was so intense it felt like a flood had burst in his head.

Han Do-hoon lowered Sa-yoon’s trembling legs, placing them on his own knees. He gripped Sa-yoon’s upper body and positioned it directly over his own erection, holding him steady.

Unlike his usual careful approach of slowly preparing Sa-yoon’s interior to prevent pain, Han Do-hoon thrust into Sa-yoon’s deepest part in one decisive motion.

“Ah, shit… Hmph…”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

Despite the rough entry, Sa-yoon’s interior convulsed, overtly welcoming Han Do-hoon.

Instead of the tantalizing sensation that had plagued him until now, a powerful, pounding impact surged through him, making Sa-yoon’s vision explode into white.

Mindlessly rocking up and down, Sa-yoon cursed Han Do-hoon internally. He really held a grudge. Just because Sa-yoon had said he didn’t like something earlier in the day, Han Do-hoon hadn’t forgotten it and was tormenting him like this.

Sa-yoon bit down hard on Han Do-hoon’s nape. He felt a perverse satisfaction as the firm muscles twitched, and he tightened his arms around Han Do-hoon. His petty revenge was short-lived.

Han Do-hoon hesitated for a moment, then gripped Sa-yoon’s waist again and drove him down. Sa-yoon couldn’t even swallow, gasping and clinging on.

The inside of his thighs trembled, and the space between their chests, pressed together, glistened with sweat. Climax arrived swiftly. Sa-yoon cursed softly, stiffened his back, and thrashed, pushing against the sheets.

Tongues and erections were different. This was more intense than the subtle internal stimulation, a pleasure accompanied by pain that felt like his insides were being mashed into pulp.

Han Do-hoon, who had been powerfully thrusting Sa-yoon up and down as if to pierce his lower abdomen, pressed against his deepest spot. The moment Han Do-hoon ejaculated there, Sa-yoon’s vision turned from white to black.

“……”

Sa-yoon, panting roughly, blinked his eyes through his blurred vision. Han Do-hoon’s heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears. Having reached climax simultaneously, the two remained pressed together, still, for a long time.

Han Do-hoon stroked and patted Sa-yoon’s back until his trembling subsided. It had been an incredible pleasure. It was so good that it was annoying to admit he had been aroused by having *that* part sucked.

The sensation that followed the receding pleasure was embarrassment. Sa-yoon pulled away, then swung his foot pointlessly at Han Do-hoon, who was sitting perfectly still. His exhausted leg weakly brushed against Han Do-hoon’s side before falling away.

“How can you exhaust someone who has to go on a mission tomorrow like this?”

“I’ll take that to mean you enjoyed it that much.”

“If you do anything more today, I swear I’ll die. Ugh. How am I supposed to move tomorrow?”

Han Do-hoon’s time with Sa-yoon hadn’t been short. By now, he barely reacted to Sa-yoon’s complaining patterns. He familiarly wrapped Sa-yoon’s body in the discarded gown and carried him.

He re-entered the bathroom and placed Sa-yoon on the wide vanity. Hot water once again poured into the empty bathtub, and steam quickly filled the bathroom.

Sa-yoon looked around the luxurious bathroom once more. This hotel had been built after the Great Catastrophe. He had heard it was a new hotel created for VIPs by the organization managing Daejeon.

With transportation infrastructure destroyed, Daejeon’s geographical importance, located in the center of the country, had grown. Consequently, the city’s economic power had also flourished. In a way, it was a luxury made possible by the disaster.

It was a new building, rarely seen in the provinces, given the difficulties in importing materials and securing labor. Traveling between Busan and Daejeon, Sa-yoon realized that even among provinces, this place was distinctly different from where he had lived.

Tourist attractions were maintained, and the city was managed relatively well. The place Sa-yoon had lived was a small city barely sustaining itself, so comparing it to Daejeon would be difficult.

Han Do-hoon tossed a small block into the bathtub, which was about two-thirds full. Instantly, the bath was filled with the scent of strawberries.

“Why strawberries, of all things?”

“You like it, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t. What grown man…”

‘Why did he still remember the scent I used in Busan before?’ While there was nothing inherently embarrassing about strawberry scent, it didn’t suit him. As Sa-yoon, aware of this fact, denied it, Han Do-hoon’s lips curved upward.

“Then let’s just say I liked it.”

Han Do-hoon stirred the bubbles with his hand to adjust the temperature, then lifted Sa-yoon and placed him in the tub. Sa-yoon leaned back comfortably in the large tub, spacious enough for him to stretch out his legs.

“I’ll wash myself now. You can go.”

“Since I’ve sinned, I’ll serve a little longer before I leave.”

Han Do-hoon wiped his wet arm, then stroked Sa-yoon’s neck as he leaned against the tub. He pressed on Sa-yoon’s stiff shoulders and massaged his trapezius muscles.

With the warm water, sweet scent, and gentle massage, it truly felt like heaven. Sa-yoon relaxed his eyes and surrendered his body to Han Do-hoon’s touch.

‘It would be perfect if I could just fall asleep like this. If Han Do-hoon has any conscience, he’ll move me to the bed.’ Thinking so, he closed his eyes.

‘Is it really okay to be this relaxed for what’s supposed to be an anti-terror mission?’ Sa-yoon mumbled, staring blankly at the sky. After their passionate night and enjoying a hot spring and massage, he had slept like a log.

As he stood in the vacant lot where he had met his team members yesterday for today’s mission, the blue sky stretched out dazzlingly. There was not a hint of tension to be found.

After receiving reports from each team leader that there were no special issues, Sa-yoon issued additional instructions. If the threat hadn’t entered the city yet, it was likely moving towards Daejeon.

They decided to split into teams and patrol the routes leading into Daejeon today.

“Everyone, let’s just push through today. Starting tomorrow, we’ll form new teams, so the burden will be lighter.”

Tomorrow, the support team assembled by the director would arrive in Daejeon. Sa-yoon was already in Daejeon, and Han Do-hoon was on vacation, so they couldn’t empty the capital by dispatching the remaining Espers.

The director had chosen a method where Sa-yoon’s team arrived first, followed by the deployment of the remaining forces.

Sa-yoon recalled the report he had reviewed. The prediction system had foretold that the entirety of Daejeon would soon transform into a large, round wasteland, like a pumpkin pancake.

The still-incomplete system did not show the process or reasons behind the event. It only predicted the scene of the event and its timing. And the date predicted for Daejeon to become a wasteland was two days from now.

Therefore, a catastrophic event capable of exploding Daejeon was bound to occur within the next two days.