Impatiently grabbing Hakyung’s arm, Muheon took the lead, pulling him briskly deep into the main house.
The sudden urgency in Muheon’s grip left Hakyung little choice but to follow quickly, his mind racing to catch up with whatever was happening. Hakyung, still somewhat unaware of the full extent of the situation, tried to keep pace with the boss’s long, confident strides.
It was a struggle—where Muheon took one commanding step forward, Hakyung had to take more than three hurried, uneven steps just to avoid falling behind, his shorter legs working overtime.
Eventually, practically clinging to the boss’s side, Hakyung found himself arriving at a part of the house that perfectly matched the grand scale he had imagined the main house would have.
The space was expansive yet somehow intimate, with high ceilings and wide, echoing corridors, the kind of place where secrets could be kept or revealed, where hushed conversations might echo for centuries.
“How is it even possible,” Hakyung murmured aloud, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with disbelief, “that in a place completely without a single drop of water, not only coral but even fish remain unharmed?”
His mind was flooded with questions, each one growing heavier and more insistent than the last, about the physics and magic of this underwater world.
But above all, what truly consumed him was the elusive mystery behind the “pleasant thing” Muheon had alluded to earlier, a phrase that tantalized his every thought.
Muheon’s lips pressed into a firm line, shutting off any hope of a direct explanation.
The stiffness of his jaw muscles betrayed how tightly he was holding back, a visible tension in his face.
It was clear—detailed answers were not forthcoming.
Yet even in the silence, Hakyung could feel the storm of emotions radiating from him, a palpable sense of anticipation and desire.
He could hear the thunderous pounding of Muheon’s chest right beside his ear, a rhythmic beating that spoke volumes without uttering a single word, echoing Hakyung’s own racing heart.
Involuntarily, Hakyung licked his lips, his thoughts drifting to the backpack he carried on his back.
He had checked it several times that morning to ensure he hadn’t forgotten anything important, meticulously going over its contents.
And yet now, with the atmosphere thick and charged, almost crackling with unspoken desires, he wondered if what he packed was truly enough, if he had anticipated every need.
The corners of his mouth lifted into a small, almost secretive smile as his heart began to race wildly within his chest, a drumbeat against his ribs.
Muheon guided him down gently, seating him carefully on the polished wooden floor, which felt smooth and cool beneath him.
Then, without hesitation, he knelt before Hakyung and began to remove his sneakers, his movements slow and deliberate.
The moment Muheon’s fingers brushed against the bare skin of Hakyung’s calves, an involuntary shiver ran down his spine, a jolt of pure sensation.
His mind, already swirling with erotic fantasies, magnified even the slightest touch, making his reaction feel exaggerated and uncontrollable, a surge of raw electricity.
Embarrassment flushed through him, mingling with a restless anticipation he could hardly suppress, a potent cocktail of emotions.
No sooner had the shoes slipped off than Hakyung reached out on impulse, his hand moving without conscious thought.
His fingers trembling slightly, he imagined Muheon’s broad, powerful shoulders and the dense muscle that lay beneath the surface of his shirt.
Swallowing hard, a warm breath escaped from his lips, brushing against the man’s skin, a fleeting caress.
“Uh, hmm!”
His eyes widened momentarily as he welcomed the boss’s lips onto his own.
The kiss came naturally, a fluid exchange born of practice and familiarity, a dance they knew by heart.
They had kissed every day for so long that breathing together in such intimate proximity had become second nature, an unconscious rhythm.
Yet even with all the practice, the thrill of it remained fresh and intoxicating, a potent magic that never faded.
Hakyung lightly tapped at the boss’s exploring tongue, a playful gesture of affection, a tease.
He enjoyed the cool, firm palm resting against his cheek and the overwhelming weight of Muheon pressing down on him, a comforting, secure embrace.
In this closeness, every sensation was heightened.
His entire body responded—his pores tingle at the crown of his head, and his fingertips buzzed with energy, radiating outward.
Unashamed, Hakyung tightened his arms around Muheon’s neck, clinging as if to never let go, to melt into him.
After a long moment of savoring the kiss, Muheon reluctantly pulled back, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
Hakyung gasped, drawing in a deep breath, his lungs burning.
No matter how much he had trained, his lungs still rebelled against the limits of his natural capacity, needing more air.
“Haa, huh, haa!”
Muheon’s eyes darkened with a fierce intensity as he stubbornly stared into the chest that rose and fell with fresh, ragged breaths, watching every movement.
The darkness in his gaze seemed to swallow all light, enveloping them both in a private, intense world, sealing them away from everything else.
Without blinking, Muheon lifted Hakyung’s thigh and wrapped it securely around his waist, pulling him closer, an unspoken invitation.
Hakyung, following the unspoken cue, tightened his grip with his legs, surprising Muheon with his own eagerness, his readiness.
“Shall we go in now?”
Muheon whispered into his ear, his voice low and intimate, a promise.
Hakyung nodded shyly, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment at still being outside in such a moment, but also glowing with anticipation for what awaited them inside, for the fulfillment of their unspoken desires.
With care, Muheon lifted Hakyung in his arms and stepped forward.
The sliding paper door, which had been tightly shut moments before, opened quietly and smoothly, seemingly of its own accord.
But Hakyung was too overwhelmed by the rapid beating of his heart and the heat rising within him to notice the details of the room at first, his senses consumed by Muheon and the moment.
Seeing Hakyung’s adorable reaction, his flushed face and eager eyes, Muheon’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile.
He gently patted Hakyung’s back, delighting in how even the slightest touch made the younger man’s muscles tense and pulse with desire.
It was a sensation Muheon favored deeply, a testament to his power over Hakyung.
The room was dimly lit, yet the lighting was soft and never oppressive, casting a warm, inviting glow.
Lamps hung not only from the ceiling but also from every wall, casting a strange, almost ethereal hue over the space, making it feel otherworldly.
The room contained only a large bed, its presence undeniable, the sole focal point.
The semi-transparent drapes hanging between the four posts swayed slightly, hinting at the bed’s true purpose—an invitation wrapped in subtlety, promising intimacy.
Muheon, with a small chuckle of self-mockery over his own peculiar taste, pulled back the curtains and attempted to lay Hakyung down gently, easing him onto the soft mattress.
“Wait a moment!”
The sharpness in Hakyung’s voice stopped Muheon mid-movement, his action halted.
His intoxication from Muheon’s nearness shattered momentarily as he refocused, remembering his mission.
Instead of allowing himself to be laid down, Hakyung sat upright on the bed, a determined glint in his eye.
Carefully opening his backpack, which he had packed with what he considered precious and necessary items, Hakyung tipped it upside down.
A cascade of adult toys and paraphernalia tumbled out in a colorful waterfall across the bedspread, an array of textures and shapes.
He hadn’t expected to bring so many things—he had only packed whatever he thought might be useful or enjoyable, in case the opportunity arose.
Now, seeing the collection sprawled out in front of him, he wondered if there would be time to try them all.
“Is this…”
Muheon’s brows twitched in surprise at the unexpected “gift,” his voice a low, questioning rumble.
Hakyung smiled awkwardly, pressing his hat down harder onto his head as if to hide his flushed face, feeling a mix of embarrassment and triumph.|
Somehow, the backpack that had seemed nearly empty before was now packed full, a testament to his meticulous planning.
“You prepared a cute surprise with that innocent little face of yours.”
Muheon’s voice was laced with amusement, a playful teasing.
“It’s not a surprise… I just, well…”
Hakyung waved his hands dismissively, then glanced up at Muheon with a gaze so hopeful it was almost pleading.
If this overt hint ended in failure, if Muheon didn’t appreciate his efforts, Muheon would have to punish him severely—cutting off his manhood might be a mercy compared to the sheer embarrassment he’d feel.
Swallowing hard to quell the rising anticipation, Hakyung slowly removed the hat he had pressed firmly on his head, the familiar weight lifting.
His hair, neatly tucked inside moments before, puffed out in soft, fluffy waves, a cloud of pastel pink.
His pastel pink hair, light and airy like spun cotton candy, swayed gently in front of his eyes, a delightful visual.
He could hardly resist the urge to reach out and touch it, to feel its softness.
Muheon pulled Hakyung close and stroked the small head gently, running his fingers through the soft strands, caressing them.
“Yeah, that’s because you’re so admirable.”
Kissing Hakyung’s forehead and hair repeatedly, Muheon praised him tenderly, his voice filled with genuine affection.
From the warmth in his voice, a soft, happy nasal sound escaped Hakyung’s nose.
He felt as if he might start singing right then and there, his heart overflowing with joy.
Knowing there was no need to waste energy now, no more need for words or elaborate preparations, Muheon pressed his lips against Hakyung’s once more, deepening the kiss.
As if it were natural, Hakyung responded eagerly, opening his mouth and welcoming Muheon’s kiss, their breaths mingling.
The young, strong dolphin he had personally trained and tamed—just the selfish satisfaction of that thought swelled deeply inside Muheon’s chest, a powerful sense of possession.
But the idea of taming him completely, deeply and wholly, inside his own body, made every muscle in Muheon tremble with a fierce, burning desire.
Gathering his fierce energy, Muheon supported Hakyung’s back carefully so the smaller man wouldn’t be startled, then laid him gently onto the bed, a soft landing.
Hakyung’s pink hair spilled luxuriously over the pillow like a vivid splash of color, a striking contrast against the muted fabric.
Suddenly, Muheon’s appetite surged, an uncontrollable hunger, and he hurriedly began to strip away Hakyung’s clothes, eager to uncover him.
Though Hakyung could have struggled, saying no or pulling away, he instead accepted Muheon’s touch quietly, willingly, his body yielding.
“Boss…”
Hakyung called out in a soft, breathy moan, reaching out with one arm to touch the man’s shirt, a tentative gesture.
Until just yesterday, Muheon might have shrugged off the gesture, taking control.
But now, not rejecting it, Hakyung’s hands moved faster, more confidently, empowered by Muheon’s silent permission.
He wondered how unbuttoning a single small button on Muheon’s shirt could feel so nerve-wracking, each tiny movement monumental.
Every finger movement made his insides twist like he might throw up, a dizzying blend of nerves and excitement, and yet thinking this was truly their first night together, every motion felt monumental, a prelude to something profound.
Muheon, fully aware of Hakyung’s emotional state, lowered his head and stared intently at the flushed face, observing every nuance.
When a child wants to do something by themselves, all you can do is support them, guide them.
Finally, when Hakyung had unbuttoned every button on Muheon’s shirt, small beads of sweat dotted his rounded nose bridge, a sign of his effort.
Muheon stuck out his tongue and lightly licked the wet skin, then brushed back the damp hair from his forehead, a tender gesture.
“Huff…”
Having successfully removed the shirt, Hakyung exhaled in a short, breathless sigh and began to study Muheon’s body with earnest focus.
He wanted to uncover every secret—how had such perfection been hidden so well until now, tantalizingly out of reach?
But confusion clouded his eyes.
There were no black scales like the ones he’d seen on the rooftop before, nor were there dragons tattooed on the arms or chest, the mythical markings he’d associated with Muheon’s true form.
Instead, what filled his vision were chest muscles so hard and defined that even the sharpest blade couldn’t pierce them, and beautifully sculpted abs, carved like marble statues, a breathtaking display of raw power and perfect form.
Why on earth had Muheon hidden such a magnificent body?
After all the time they had spent together, it was almost heartbreaking that Hakyung hadn’t had the chance to admire this breathtaking form until now.
ears pricked the corners of his eyes, a profound sense of loss and wonder.
Like a moth drawn irresistibly to flame, Hakyung lunged at Muheon again, unable to resist the pull.
He tasted the sharp lines of his shoulders, stroked the solid muscles of his chest, and pressed his own stomach against those carved abs as if they were a living artwork, an exquisite sculpture.
Everything between them flowed naturally, an unspoken understanding guiding their movements.
For Hakyung, already filled with Muheon not just in body but deep in mind, this temptation was utterly unbearable—and yet, he did not want to resist it, surrendering fully to the moment.
“Boss, really…”
Hakyung’s voice carried a hint of reproach as he looked into Muheon’s eyes, but even that brief moment of shared gaze was far too precious to interrupt.
Without hesitation, he threw himself forward again, surrendering completely, ready to be consumed.
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