CHAPTERS
"Here. Does it hurt, or doesn't it hurt?" He asked, lightly flicking the dildo with his hand. "...Ah-ow." "Answer." "...It hurts." Jaeri buried his head in his embrace. And then he added in a mumble. "I can, endure... it." Jungyoon raised his body, which he had been leaning on. As he moved, the fluffy bedding was pressed down and made a rustling sound. Jaeri also got up from his body, which he had been leaning on, and stood on his knees in front of him. The vibration inside his body…- 124.1 K • Ongoing
- Jungyoon came home from work. Jaeri was asleep, slumped over on the desk. On the paper in front of him, black lines were scribbled wildly with a pen. As if showing his own dark insides. Jungyoon placed the black pen into the pencil holder. Next to it, a line from a poem was written in messy cursive. 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝔀 𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. 𝓐 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓭…
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- Jaeri gave a natural smile. “And with your mouth, you say this. ‘I understand perfectly. I look forward to your continued guidance and encouragement in the future.’” They were not looking at each other, but it felt as if they had looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. Jungyoon spoke. “This is how adults talk. It’s nothing special.” “Yes.” “You only need to worry about what I think. Don’t pay attention to anyone else.” “…I will, hyung.” “And don’t…
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A week after I taught Yul my name, I was faced with a shocking and serious fact. "...Fleabag, Yul is avoiding me." I was sprawled out dejectedly on the floor of Fleabag's bedroom. When I rubbed my cheek against the rug, I could feel the rough surface that Fleabag had scratched and torn up. The rug in my bedroom is soft and fluffy. What a state to be in, unable to even enter my own room because of Yul, who has taken it over. As I heaved a deep sigh, Fleabag, who had been pacing around me, spoke in…- 127.4 K • Ongoing
- "I'll teach you how to dance. It's the dance for this song." I quickly got up from the rock and extended my hand to Yul. After just looking at me for a moment, Yul took my hand and stood up. "Have you danced much before? Like a waltz, or something like that." "...Waltz?" "Hmm, you don't know it. That's okay. I'll teach you!" The song flowing from the village and the sound of the waves mingled together. Listening to that pleasant sound, I stood in front of Yul. The tips of his shoes and my…
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- In any case, completely taken in by those words, I set up a barrier that even my own magic couldn't pass through. ...Not knowing I would regret it like this now. It felt like deep sighs were about to burst out of me, but I didn't want to show any signs of weakness in front of a tired Yul. I deliberately spoke in a more cheerful voice. "Yul, just hang in there a little longer. We're almost there! Once we get to the elf village, we'll receive generous treatment. You're my precious human, so I'll tell…
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- "Listen here, Fleabag. The black-haired one, no, Yul and I—you wouldn't know, but the human's name is 'Kwon Yul'. I asked him, and you know what, the tight-lipped human told me himself. Anyway, Yul..." I explained everything that had happened in the human realm in detail, without leaving anything out. Fleabag, who had been listening quite attentively at first, gradually started to slacken. His eyes, which had been wide open, were now half-closed, and his brow was full of…
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- “Illy.” “Yeah.” I sat down as if he hadn’t just woken up. Yul, looking at me, let out a low voice. “...I want to leave.” “Huh? You want to go for a walk?” Yul shook his head. Then where does he want to go? I pondered for a moment, then asked about the one thing that came to mind. “Do you want to leave the elf village?” This time, he nodded his head. Meaning that was the right answer. Hmm... this is trouble. Very troublesome. Frowning, I tapped the back of…
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- The dwarves, a race living on a volcanic island. Dwarves were a small race, just over a meter tall, and a race of artisans with delicate and strong dexterity that could rival the gods. They were very good at making ‘weapons’. Weapons, weapons huh. I glanced at Yul. If Yul was a hero… then Yul would need a weapon too. A weapon so very, very strong that it would never break, one that could protect Yul in a crisis. “Hmm…” There were weapons made by dwarves piled up in the lair, but there…
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- “Your face is red. Is it because our lips bumped?” “…” “Don’t be embarrassed. I liked it!” “…You liked it?” Yul asked, covering his lips. I nodded and smiled brightly. “Yup yup. I didn’t know, but I think I like kissing you. Do you dislike it?” “…” After a moment’s hesitation, Yul gave a small shake of his head. The displeasure I had felt from realizing there was a Yul I didn't know vanished as if washed away. If Yul doesn’t dislike it either,…
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