Chapter 76: Unyielding Embrace

Yoonwoo, ensnared in Yeon-chae’s embrace, continually struggled.

His eyelids, tightly shut, were flushed, lending an unexpected beauty to his face.

Yeon-chae leaned down, pressing his lips to Yoonwoo’s slightly swollen eyes.

Yoonwoo recoiled, his shoulders tensing, yet he made no attempt to escape.

This passive resistance only ignited a fiercer rage within Yeon-chae.

Yeon-chae bit deeply into Yoonwoo’s plump lower lip, savoring the taste.

As he gnawed at the soft flesh, Yoonwoo’s eyes widened in surprise.

Yet, in an instant, he squeezed them shut again, a faint whimper escaping his throat.

“Why, keep, h-uh…”

“I told you to be quiet,” Yeon-chae murmured.

Yeon-chae’s tongue flicked across Yoonwoo’s lips, the warmth from them burning like a fever.

He then trailed his lips down, gently gnawing at the delicate skin near Yoonwoo’s throat.

A scattering of crimson marks bloomed across his pale skin.

However, with each new bite mark, his thirst only intensified.

A deep crease formed vertically between Yoonwoo’s pale eyebrows.

“Hmph…”

Tears gathered at the elongated corners of Yoonwoo’s eyes, tracing pathways down his flushed cheeks.

Yeon-chae followed their course, licking a slow, deliberate path from the corner of his eye all the way to his cheek.

Wherever his tongue brushed, a wave of heat surged.

His mind had become a chaotic jumble, rendering him utterly incapable of coherent thought.

‘Eun Yoonwoo,’ Yeon-chae murmured, his lips brushing against Yoonwoo’s ear.

Wherever Yoonwoo’s breath caressed him, Yeon-chae felt an electric current surge.

An exhilarating sensation rocketed up his spine, erupting like a burst of fireworks within his mind.

Eun Yoonwoo, ensnared in his arms, was passively receiving his fervent kisses.

His crimson lips, parting with each ragged breath, and his slightly swollen eyes, presented an overwhelmingly alluring sight.

“Ye-Yeon-chae. I, truly…”

Yeon-chae felt a sudden constriction in his throat, a sensation that mingled both sorrow and ecstasy.

The overwhelming rapture caused something scalding to surge from deep within, catching in his throat.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to hold his breath.

On Yoonwoo’s flushed cheeks, glistening moisture shimmered.

Yoonwoo remained utterly limp within Yeon-chae’s embrace.

Though the handling seemed almost haphazard, it was far from rough; in fact, Yeon-chae’s fingertips trembled faintly.

Yoonwoo, however, had no awareness to perceive such subtle details.

As Yeon-chae devoured his lips, his teeth felt sharp, and Yoonwoo was consumed by the agony of what felt like his lips being torn.

Presently, a profound, weighty sensation pressed against Yoonwoo’s body, causing his shoulders to shudder involuntarily.

“Yeon-chae, wh-what if it hurts?”

“Hyung,” Yeon-chae replied, his voice a low rumble.

Yoonwoo’s startled attempt to pull away was instantly rebuffed by Yeon-chae.

With one arm, he forcefully embraced Yoonwoo’s struggling form, his voice a possessive murmur as he called out, “Hyung.”

“It won’t hurt,” Yeon-chae assured him.

“Hey, how could you possibly know that…?”

Yeon-chae offered no verbal reply, merely curving one corner of his lips into a silent, knowing smile.

Yoonwoo’s cheeks burned with increasing intensity.

Yeon-chae’s eyes swept over Yoonwoo, whose body trembled uncontrollably beneath his gaze.

It felt as though that piercing stare alone could set his entire being ablaze.

Yeon-chae’s hands tightened around Yoonwoo’s waist, his grip firm and unyielding.

The sheer force of it momentarily stole Yoonwoo’s breath, and a chilling draft brushed against his bared skin.

Yeon-chae’s long fingers were distinctly palpable against his flesh.

“Ah…!”

The raw, unprecedented sensations, experienced for the first time in full consciousness, became so overwhelming that his vision swam with white.

The tears that had pooled at the corners of his eyes now slowly traced paths down his cheeks.

The very air around them was thick and charged with heat.

Yoonwoo desperately wished to surrender to unconsciousness.

“Hyung, your skin is so hot. So soft…”

Yeon-chae’s voice, a low murmur, reached Yoonwoo’s ears.

Clinging to Yeon-chae, Yoonwoo let out a choked sob.

“H-huh, h-huh, Ye-Yeon-chae… Hah…”

Yeon-chae gently guided Yoonwoo onto his stomach, turning him over with a light push.

Yoonwoo found himself completely unable to move, his limbs feeling bound, as if crushed by the pervasive cherry blossom scent that filled the room.

“Don’t cry,” Yeon-chae whispered.

His voice, though meant to be gentle, was seething with an intense heat.

Burying his face in the pillow, Yoonwoo half-sobbed, half-panted for breath.

A shiver, like a cold tidal wave, washed over his back.

“Ye-Yeon-chae, yah, h-huh…”

“Even if you cry, Hyung, I can’t stop now,” Yeon-chae stated firmly.

‘That wasn’t it at all.’

Despite trembling with a mixture of fear and anxiety, Yoonwoo found himself unwilling to cease.

His greatest dread was that Yeon-chae might suddenly regain his composure and abandon him there.

‘That’s not what I mean,’ Yoonwoo tried to vocalize, his parched lips barely parting.

“Ah…!”

However, a piercing scream was the first sound to escape him.

His body felt as though it were being splintered into countless fragments.

A peculiar mixture of tingling sensations and an intense heat, threatening to unleash a flood of tears, surged alongside the sharp pain.

His very toes curled tightly inward.

“Do you understand, Eun Yoonwoo? Can you hear me? Are you truly listening?”

‘Why was he so enraged?’ Yoonwoo wondered vaguely.

Yeon-chae’s relentless questioning continued to press down on Yoonwoo.

Throughout it all, Yoonwoo’s body convulsed uncontrollably, a thick, suffocating weight pressing down on him, stealing his breath.

With a sudden, powerful surge, his body was abruptly flipped onto his back.

“I said no, huff, didn’t I?”

Yeon-chae’s normally light brown eyes had transformed, now gleaming with an intense, inky blackness.

Unable to withstand that piercing gaze, Yoonwoo squeezed his eyes shut.

Instead, he managed to raise his trembling arms, wrapping them around Yeon-chae’s neck.

Clinging to him, Yoonwoo swallowed down his tears.

“Strange, it’s strange, stop…”

As if delighted by this unforeseen action, Yeon-chae’s lips curved into a subtle arc.

With each insistent thrust from Yeon-chae, Yoonwoo thrashed his legs, letting out a sharp cry.

Before his eyes, sparks seemed to erupt.

Yeon-chae appeared to understand Yoonwoo more profoundly than Yoonwoo understood himself.

His mind, utterly consumed by the chilling sensations, felt as if it were dissolving.

The mounting pressure, surging to the very top of his head, rendered Yoonwoo incapable of coherent thought.

“Oh, h-huh, h-huh…”

Yoonwoo wished he could cover his ears, for his own cries sounded utterly alien to him.

Yet, he found himself utterly devoid of the strength to even twitch a single finger.

“Stop… H-huh, stop…”

Yoonwoo struggled with every ounce of his remaining strength.

Each time he managed to part his lips, a fresh wave of overwhelming stimulation and searing pain surged through him, becoming utterly unbearable.

He lifted his eyes, blurred with tears, and silently pleaded with Yeon-chae.

“Please let me go, Yeon-chae. Just release me, h-huh.”

“Shit…”

Only that single, terse curse was his reply.

With a look of sheer desperation, Yeon-chae roughly pulled Yoonwoo upright, drawing him into a fierce embrace.

His face descended with desperate urgency, hungrily devouring Yoonwoo’s lips as if to consume him whole.

Yoonwoo felt as if his entire being was caught in a relentless tide, his skin chafed raw by the frothing waves.

“Ah, ah… Ah-h-huh…!”

“Hmph, good… good. Yeon-chae…”

Yoonwoo finally broke into unrestrained sobs.

‘It feels good, I’m going to die. It feels good, Yeon-chae, it’s too good.’

Confessions he had never dared to utter poured out haphazardly.

Yeon-chae merely narrowed his beautiful brows, remaining silent.

His touch around Yoonwoo was delicate, yet paradoxically violent.

Yoonwoo found himself unable to breathe.

Hanging onto Yeon-chae’s firm arms, he could only endure the harsh kisses that tore at his lips.

His voice, now hoarse, could no longer even produce a proper sob.

Yeon-chae’s green veins bulged along his arms.

His eyes, fixed on Yoonwoo, were bloodshot and blazing.

No matter how much Yoonwoo pleaded for him to stop, Yeon-chae would not relent.

Yoonwoo felt another surge of the sensation that had swept through him moments before.

This was the third time.

“I’m going to, h-huh, die…”

“You won’t die,” Yeon-chae responded, his voice cruelly cold.

Yeon-chae was clearly the one in rut, yet Yoonwoo couldn’t comprehend why he was collapsing so helplessly, as if experiencing a heat cycle.

He was utterly consumed by an intense sensation he had never before encountered.

Tears, a mixture of physiological pain and unbearable sensation, streamed down his cheeks.

“Hyung, you’re beautiful. So beautiful, Yoonwoo.”

A whisper echoed from a distance.

Yoonwoo struggled to cling to his fading consciousness, but could only manage shallow breaths.

After an indeterminate amount of time spent in that grip, another thunderous shock coursed through him.

“Ah, ah, h-ah…!”

Yoonwoo’s tear-soaked cheeks turned pallid.

He could no longer even muster a hoarse sound, his body trembling uncontrollably as he surrendered his mind to the sensations that overwhelmed him.

Hanging onto Yeon-chae’s chest, Yoonwoo uttered slurred pleas for “more, more,” unconsciously urging him on.

Yoonwoo’s head lolled completely back, and he whimpered, utterly exhausted, even as he sobbed.

It was then that Yeon-chae, who had been relentlessly tormenting him, pulled him into a tender embrace.

“Ah-ah…!”

A white flash erupted before Yoonwoo’s eyes.

Yeon-chae, who had been staring at Yoonwoo with unyielding, fiery eyes, suddenly closed them.

Frightened by the unfamiliar sensation, Yoonwoo cried out, his mind hazy.

Yeon-chae let out a long sigh.

He slowly lowered his head, burying his face in Yoonwoo’s neck, where a sweet, fresh floral scent wafted.

“Hyung…”

His voice, rough and strained, called Yoonwoo’s name.

He then kissed Yoonwoo’s swollen eyelids, his tear-streaked cheeks, and his flushed, reddened neck.

Each brush of his lips caused something soft deep within Yoonwoo’s chest to stir.

The shower of kisses continued endlessly.

It persisted until Yoonwoo, exhaling deeply, let his powerless limbs fall limp, finally losing consciousness and drifting into a profound sleep.

Yeon-chae regained his senses much later, long after Yoonwoo had succumbed to an almost unconscious sleep.

His mind snapped back to reality.

Yoonwoo lay slack in Yeon-chae’s arms, breathing softly; then, as if sensing Yeon-chae’s detachment, he struggled to open his eyelids before letting them fall shut again.

Yeon-chae gazed down at Yoonwoo’s cheeks, still flushed with a lingering blush, where dried tears had left faint trails.

He wasn’t sure when Yoonwoo had lost himself.

Carefully, he stroked Yoonwoo’s stomach, and a warm sensation enveloped Yeon-chae’s hand.

Both the tiny life within and Yoonwoo himself seemed utterly peaceful.

Yeon-chae lay on his side next to Yoonwoo, pulling him into a tight embrace.

He tapped Yoonwoo’s soft lips with a kiss, then rubbed his cheek against Yoonwoo’s tender skin.

Even in his sleep, Yoonwoo seemed bothered, whimpering softly and furrowing his brows.

Yeon-chae chuckled, a sound so faint Yoonwoo couldn’t possibly hear it.

“Hyung… Yoonwoo.”

He called out softly, his voice hoarse and cracked.

It was a mystery how his own voice had become so rough when it was Yoonwoo who had been crying and screaming all night.

Yoonwoo, dreaming of something, smiled with his eyes tightly shut and his mouth slightly agape.

Yeon-chae whispered even more softly.

“I love you, Hyung.”

He knew this was nothing significant to Yoonwoo.

Even if Yoonwoo had merely helped him out of obligation, caught up in his housemate’s rut, Yeon-chae cherished every moment of it.

Yet, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of resentment.

‘Why don’t you understand my feelings?’

However, considering that he might be pushed away even as the baby’s father if Yoonwoo discovered his true feelings, it was better this way.

“I love you.”

‘That’s why I resent you so deeply.’

Kissing Yoonwoo’s cheek, he finally made the confession he had held back all night, even as they spent the night together.

He had wanted to say it all along.