“I don’t know anymore.”His large, coarse hand lost all restraint and slid upward. Muhae traced his fingertips along the ridges of Joo-o’s ribs.Joo-o laughed softly again, his breath tickling Muhae’s ear.What must his face look like right now? Muhae knew Joo-o’s lips were curled in a feverish smile, but was it even more satisfied than in Sakdal?Then Joo-o said it: Cheong insisted it wasn’t Jin Muhae. A trivial comparison had ignited the area below his spine. Over the past weeks, something inside him had writhed free of control and grown stronger.Unaware of that, Joo-o pressed himself against Muhae’s lap again. The weight of him was honestly… pleasant.“Jin Muhae, without clothes it’s warmer.”What kind of thing was that to say while rubbing lips against bare skin? It sounded like someone determined to excite him.He knew he shouldn’t, but his mind rationalized it: if he didn’t get hard in this situation, there’d be something wrong with him.If Joo-o objected, he’d squeal and pull away, and Muhae would stop. That would be the end of it, right?That rogue thought absolved Muhae, and before he knew it one hand slid down Joo-o’s back.Perhaps the snug trousers were uncomfortable—he felt Joo-o’s waistband loosen, and then the buckle came undone.Muhae slipped a hand inside and cupped Joo-o’s round buttock. The soft flesh yielded under his grip, matching the pounding of Joo-o’s heart.“Mmngh… Jin Muhae.”“Stay still.”Holding him in place, Muhae whispered low.Joo-o nodded, pressing his firm cheek into Muhae’s hand.Damn. The voice he released as he scratched his throat sounded rough enough to be unrecognizable.Muhae squeezed with enough force to leave a mark, then pulled Joo-o down to sit astride him.“Hoo…!”An exhilarating wave smashed into him. It was unbearably intense, and Muhae clenched his teeth to steady his ragged breath.Joo-o still did as he pleased—wrapping his arms around Muhae’s shoulders, trembling, and licking ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) wherever his mouth landed.In an instant, Muhae’s neck and ears were slick with saliva.“You… did you think I wanted to eat you?”That drooling look was burned deep into Muhae’s mind. Caught between obscene arousal and sympathy for someone so clueless, Muhae hissed at him.In response, Joo-o chuckled and mumbled back.“No. I just like you, Jin Muhae.”As if that made sense. It only made Muhae angrier.He shoved aside that momentary pity, gripped Joo-o’s smooth mound again, and even as hard as he squeezed, Joo-o only giggled.The way his flesh fit between Muhae’s fingers was perversely pleasing. Crushing and yanking him with all his strength left Joo-o unscathed—and that was intensely satisfying.Thinking back, Joo-o had never seemed vulnerable. Even when Muhae first found him, blood-soaked but uninjured, there wasn’t a scratch on him.Had Joo-o’s strength been something more than mere muscle?“Haah…”Unaware of anything but pleasure, Joo-o ground his hips against Muhae’s hand. The rigid thing pressing on Muhae’s trousers made them taut at exactly the right spot. Did he even realize it?A thick vein rose on Muhae’s forehead. He bit back against the tidal wave of sensation.He must have jerked his hips a few times inadvertently. While Joo-o sucked on his neck and ear again, Muhae lost himself so deeply that shivers ran over his entire body.Then, finally, with a sudden shudder, Muhae came, soaking the fresh underwear he’d just changed into. Clenching his fist around Joo-o’s waist, he felt Joo-o moan and stiffen against him.“Kuhk… haah…”“Mm… Jin Muhae…”Only after that deep rush of pleasure did Muhae realize—Joo-o’s lower half, pressed against his stomach, was wet. He must have been coming too while they’d been at it—the waistband of his pants was damp.Joo-o’s trembling body bore the unmistakable echoes of orgasm. He stuck out his tongue, panting against Muhae’s shoulder.“…You.”Well, of course it wasn’t because Joo-o was some animal exclusively driven by pure pleasure.Muhae withdrew his hand from inside Joo-o’s trousers, sliding it back to his waist, and Joo-o jerked and ground himself again.“Hoo… haah, I like it…”Biting at Muhae’s neck, he groaned. Then he shuddered once more.Joo-o showed no intention or will to stop. He just rode the sensation to its peak and kept spilling—his stamina was impressive.“Enough. Haah, stop.”Though Muhae tried to hold him back, he couldn’t push away the heat of their bodies pressed together.Even just having him sit astride and cling to him was enough to send that delicious thrill through Muhae.After a while, once the heat had cooled slightly, Muhae slipped a hand between them and lifted Joo-o away. For a moment, Joo-o struggled in disappointment.“Go wash now.”“Mmmngh…”“If you don’t, don’t even think about sleeping.”Muhae’s words came out harsher than intended, driven by leftover tension. He ignored the stirrings in his gut, and gently ran his fingers over Joo-o’s cheek a few times.At last, Joo-o relaxed in satisfaction and smiled, his eyes reddened with wanton delight.“When I come out, can I stay with you, Jin Muhae?”“No. I’m sleeping.”Fuck him. Muhae could clearly see the future: Joo-o would get sent into the bathroom, and he’d be left alone to have a second round with himself.Even now, the thought that he’d done it again buzzed through his mind, and the tension still gripped his thigh with no sign of letting up.“Che.”Joo-o pouted and waddled into the bathroom. As Muhae had predicted, he slid his trousers aside and pulled out his dripping member.It was hard as ever, the head jutting out defiantly.“Shit…”He felt like he’d go insane. Did that bastard even realize what we’d done?He didn’t need to know—no, it was better if he didn’t. That sinful thought only made the hardness grow.Squelch, squelch—the wet sound of Muhae stroking the vein-ridged shaft echoed in the room.He remembered Joo-o nesting in his arms, panting in his ear and licking him with that soft tongue…Even after taking an innocent human and doing “naughty things,” Muhae’s attitude toward Joo-o didn’t really change.If Joo-o said something odd, Muhae would chide him. If he ate processed meat from the market, Muhae grimaced and warned him.He was just riding the afterglow of the fight. Muhae accepted that day’s events as nothing unusual—he often got carried away after rough battles.Only the morning’s scene felt different. Joo-o still crawled into his bed, but Muhae no longer kicked him away harshly.Half-way between conscious and unconscious, he’d let things be. When Joo-o, clad in a loose t-shirt, wriggled against him, Muhae habitually slid a hand inside the hem.Even in a drowsy haze, Joo-o woke up with a smile if Muhae touched his waist and squeezed his butt. He’d rub and giggle, urging Muhae to touch more.The feeling that maybe this was too much still lingered, but whenever Joo-o nestled up, Muhae’s reason blurred.Once he’d touched him, his unconscious instincts took over, acting on impulse.“Aha—so that’s why.”That evening, Joo-o peered under the medicine box and exclaimed. He’d been neatly organizing the first-aid kit when it happened.Muhae almost ignored him, but Joo-o’s bright eyes made him speak.“What is it?”“How things changed. I’ve never found anything like this before.”As usual, Joo-o spoke nonsense—something only he could understand. Muhae assumed it was one of his oddities, until Joo-o flipped the pain-gel bottle and held it before him.At the bottom of the bottle was an intricate sun emblem, like a symbol stamped into it. Simple enough to overlook as decoration… but this felt different.“What’s this?”The words that followed slipped past any casual dismissal.“Solar City.”“What?”“I saw it in Solar City.”At the unexpected name, Muhae felt a chill run down his spine.They say human experiments were done there—abandoned children roasted with Blue crystals… they eventually had some results.Project SOLAR-47SOLAR CITY A1, A2, A3The word “Solar” alone brought several memories to Muhae’s mind. He gripped Joo-o’s shoulder and asked with a hard voice,“You said you don’t remember anything.”“…I don’t. But I know.”Did he really not know? Or was his talent for pretending that good?Muhae bit the inside of his lip and rummaged through the kit.Solar City had been destroyed over ten years ago—no longer on any map. Leaked equipment could surface anywhere, but this had been found alongside unidentifiable corpses and destroyed drones.Could so many tangled coincidences really be just coincidence?Muhae recalled the Mirk-ta region crawling with anomalies, and quietly turned to look at Joo-o.

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