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Chapter 750
Yuder rose and collapsed into Kishiar’s neck. The man, as if he had been waiting, embraced Yuder in his arms and buried his head. The water was churning and overflowing, but no one cared.
Their lips met in an inevitable collision, with no clear initiator.
Instead of the previous languid lethargy, a powerful sensation, as if souls were intertwining and being sucked in, took its place. Every time their wet skin clashed and tongues entangled, Yuder felt emotions, not in words but like water droplets, tapping inside his head. It was like a conduit of shared emotions created from the entwined desires of both. Along this invisible path, things deeper and more secretive than words flowed ceaselessly, up and down.
Describing the feeling of another's emotions seeping inside was difficult. In his previous life, Yuder often couldn't distinguish between his own feelings and those from Kishiar.
But now it was different. The emotions coming from Kishiar were so immense and vast that it would be strange not to notice them.
Yuder lightly shivered as he received overwhelming ecstasy and a sensation so full it tightened his heart, far more intense than what the eyes could perceive.
Emotions beyond one's capacity to accept sometimes felt akin to pain. This was because Yuder knew not many kinds of emotions, and among them, pain was the most familiar and diverse.
However, not everything similar to pain was agony. Although Yuder couldn't yet name all the tremendous emotions he felt with Kishiar, he felt certain he now understood this truth.
He struggled to breathe, desperately trying to assimilate the thick emotions without pushing them away.
If these were the feelings Kishiar harbored for him at the moment, Yuder didn't want to let even a single one slip away. He had to somehow swallow them, make them his own.
As he accepted the flood of emotions that almost burst his body, his grip on Kishiar's shoulder tightened, and even their entwined tongues quivered. Kishiar, embracing this fervently, held Yuder's hips and pulled him in even deeper. It was difficult to breathe in such a deep embrace, but that only made it more exhilarating. Yuder wished for even more skin contact, even if it meant breaking apart.
“Hnn... Ugh.”
Kishiar, too, was receiving this shared emotion, not just Yuder. At Yuder's longing, Kishiar's eyelashes fluttered violently in response. Yuder exhaled a suppressed breath of pleasure as he felt the arms around his waist tighten.
Standing before the immense wave of emotion felt both terrifying and ecstatic. The feeling of being engulfed, never to resurface, was imminent, yet he did not wish to escape.
Like a small being alone on a sandy beach, he opened himself up, willingly accepting the wave crashing over him.
“Ah...”
Yuder aggressively swallowed the saliva flowing through their entangled kiss. Without parting lips, moving his lower abdomen and legs, he wrapped himself tightly around Kishiar's waist submerged in the water. With the splashing water, two hot, firm forms slid between their pressed bellies.
The sensation of swallowing saliva felt like igniting a fire within, a pleasure so intense. The submerged lower abdomen, overwhelmed by this vivid pleasure, instinctively quivered. The mere rubbing between the thighs, already scorching hot, set the mind ablaze. Yet, the fleeting contact with the other intensified this sensation, igniting the nerves like a spark.
Yuder, repeatedly sliding, touching, then parting in response to these sensations, finally could not restrain himself and grasped both organs with his hand.
"Uh..."
"Ah...!"
Grasping both in one hand was impossible, so he merely held them close, eliciting a pleasure far greater than before. The sounds he couldn't suppress echoed off the steamy bathroom walls, reflecting like in a cave, feeling shamelessly lewd. Ꞧ�
Yuder, while caressing the sensitive tips with his fingers, gazed at Kishiar. Through his hazy vision, he saw red eyes, just as lost in him. His own reflection in those eyes appeared more like a fierce hunter about to pounce on its prey rather than a lover gazing at their beloved. Although his face seemed more angry than sweet, the same could be said for Kishiar.
Every time Kishiar received Yuder's emotions, he would look down, moan softly, and repeatedly grip and release his hip. The kissing of the nape, the hot breaths, and the sucking of the chest were all intensely sensual.
Captivated by a poignant longing, Kishiar La Orr thought of nothing but Yuder. Could there be a more provocative, scandalous being?
Yuder wanted to see him unrestrained in his pleasure. Gripping and stroking harder, he pushed their hips together. Kishiar released a trembling breath between the lips buried below Yuder's collarbone.
The breath, almost like a laugh, made Kishiar's emotions surge into Yuder again.
An unbearable, painful outcry, wanting to pour everything out.
A thrill, as if being drained entirely.
But above all these emotions was an indescribable feeling, shaking and tearing at the heart.
This emotion, clogging the throat, made all other pleasures seem tiny.
Overwhelmed, Yuder found it hard to breathe. His eyes burned with heat.
Unable to contain these emotions within, it felt like a world filled only with Kishiar was about to burst.
Perhaps, it already had...
"Ha..."
Forgetting even to breathe, Yuder twisted his waist. The organ he held felt swollen, and soon, his seed spurted forth.
"Ah...!"
In a tremendous explosion of sensation, sound seemed to fade away.
"Ha... ha..."
"...Are you okay?"
After a moment, Kishiar's voice sounded distant. Yuder, slowly regaining his vision, blinked lazily. He had slipped during his climax and was now lying atop Kishiar. Looking down at the hand that had held on until the end, he saw it covered in a mix of water and seed.
Though he had just released, Yuder's organ was still half-erect. But more noticeable was Kishiar's, still unreleased, swollen even more than before, filling his hand to the brim.
Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.
And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......
***
[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]
Whoosh!
When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.
He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.
Is this... VT?
It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.
As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly remembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this game, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.
'Can I really walk?'
He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.
And then,
He lifted it,
Moved it,
And took another step to touch the ground again.
So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.
"Ah..."
At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.
"..."
Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.
It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.
Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.
To be able to run so easily like this.
He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.
And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.
***
"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."
Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.
A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?
"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."
Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.
A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.
"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."
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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.
"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."
In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.
"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."
And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.
"For now, until then, let's sleep..."
As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.
'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'