Chapter 57: Crossing the Line of No Return

“Ah… ha.”

It was his first time pleasuring himself from behind, but it wasn’t particularly difficult. In fact, it felt more comfortable than when he had left his body to Song Seol. Perhaps because he could control the intensity himself, adjusting it so it wouldn’t overwhelm him.

Still, something felt lacking… and that wasn’t something Moon Hae-min could resolve on his own. Song Seol had always moved relentlessly regardless of his sobs, but Hae-min would stop whenever the pleasure became too intense.

“Mnh…”

Even so, it was satisfying enough for now. At least the restless, itching desire had subsided. In its place, a gentle, soothing pleasure warmed his body, as if he were floating atop clouds.

“What a sight.”

At that moment, a cold, cutting remark fell over him like a splash of icy water.

“No… perhaps I should call it a spectacle.”

“…”

“I’m witnessing quite something today. Go on, show me more.”

Song Seol stared at him openly. Strangely, that gaze only excited Hae-min further. He added another finger.

“Hngh…!”

His index and middle fingers pushed deep inside. It was a bit much to take at once, so he paused briefly, catching his breath before moving again.

Song Seol watched without blinking.

“Moon Hee-yul” was spread open without a shred of shame, pleasuring himself. Fluid dripped from his rigid arousal, and his body eagerly swallowed his fingers. Even the sounds he let out were shamelessly lewd.

“Mm… ah… ahh…”

Sight and sound alone were overwhelming enough. On top of that, the rich, blooming scent like plum blossoms filled the air, stimulating the senses further.

In a situation like this, no ordinary man could remain still.

And yet Song Seol stood with his arms crossed. He had just said he would merely watch. Not only that, he had no intention of touching that insolent Hee-yul first.

Instead, he spoke lowly,

“You seem unsatisfied. Will that really be enough?”

“Hng…”

“If you want more, just say it. I’ll indulge you, just this once.”

Hee-yul didn’t answer. Despite having been moaning so freely moments ago, he now fell silent, lips pressed shut. Those lips, glistening with saliva, looked infuriatingly enticing.

“Why hold back? Say it. Ask me to fill you properly. You’ve been staring at me so desperately, what, shy now?”

“…”

“If you just say the word, I’ll give you more than you can handle. Or perhaps…”

Song Seol smirked,

“You want something else instead?”

It was a childish provocation. Perhaps because of that, Hee-yul didn’t respond. He continued as if he neither saw nor heard him.

“Say it, Moon Hee-yul.”

Now irritation rose alongside desire, no, more than irritation, desire itself flared stronger because of it. He couldn’t even tell anymore what exactly was making him so restless.

Whatever it was, he couldn’t endure it any longer.

“Just say it, one word is enough…!”

Why was he being so stubborn? Did he really despise him that much? The thought surfaced, but Song Seol immediately rejected it.

That couldn’t be. Yes, he opposed Hee-yul’s father, and yes, he had taken Hee-yul not as a proper spouse but as a concubine… and yes, he had teased him from time to time…

“…”

Thinking back, perhaps he had gone a bit too far. But even so, he didn’t like being pushed away.

Then suddenly, Hee-yul’s lips moved.

Song Seol focused on them. Though no sound came out, he could read them clearly.

“Please…”

It didn’t specify what or how, but it was enough.

As if he had been waiting for it, Song Seol dropped his arms and approached.

He stripped off his hat and clothes, then lowered his trousers. He was already aroused, veins standing out along its length.

“Hah…”

He grabbed Hee-yul’s wrists and twisted them behind his back, forcibly stopping his movements, only to replace them with his own hand.

“Ah-!”

Hee-yul’s back trembled.

He had been handling two fingers just fine on his own, yet now he reacted like this. Of course, it was likely because Song Seol’s were thicker, but in his current mood, even that annoyed him.

So he moved deliberately rougher.

“S-slowly…! Ah-!”

Each time he dragged along the sensitive inner walls, Hee-yul let out strained sounds. Yet his body clung eagerly, as if welcoming it.

“M-my lord…”

Hee-yul turned his head, still lying face down. His flushed eyes looked almost pitiful. But even if he asked gently, Song Seol had no intention of complying.

Curling his fingers, he pressed deeper, exploring. It felt soft yet firm, more than ready.

After withdrawing his fingers, he stroked himself briefly. Seeing that, Hee-yul’s eyes widened.

“No…!”

For a moment, clarity seemed to return to his gaze. But before it could be confirmed, he scrambled forward weakly.

“Hah.”

Song Seol tilted his head.

“Not so fast.”

“Ah-!”

Grabbing his hips, he pulled him back easily and repositioned him.

“You said you wanted it. You don’t get to take it back now.”

“I-when did I-!”

Before he could finish, Song Seol pushed forward.

A thick heat filled him all at once.

His body tightened instinctively, reacting, trembling.

“There… ah-!”

“Does it feel good?”

“No… it doesn’t-”

Yet his body told a different story.

“Right here?”

As he moved deeper again, his body clenched tightly. His legs trembled.

“Good. That’s it.”

Song Seol murmured in satisfaction.

Hee-yul’s body felt better than expected, his proportions, his skin, even the way he responded… everything fit perfectly.

“Though we were not meant to be…”

“Ah-!”

“…we seem to match quite well in this regard.”

His movements quickened.

“Stop- ah-!”

“Stop? Do you really want me to?”

When he paused, Hee-yul instinctively moved on his own, seeking more.

“Then why say no?”

With that, he resumed, stronger this time.

His reactions were intense, almost too sensitive.

Perhaps it was the condition he was in, or the drug… or simply his nature.

On a whim, Song Seol traced his fingers lightly down his spine.

“Ah-!”

Hee-yul jolted like a startled cat.

Amused, Song Seol leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly against the back of his neck.

“D-don’t bite…”

“You say ‘don’t’ quite a lot.”

Smirking, he continued anyway, trailing along his neck.

Strange, how something so simple could feel so… enticing.

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