JD 102

Every time Muheon thrust his thick member, Hakyung would writhe and moan loudly. The pleasure he gave him made his mind go blank and his vision blur, leaving him at a loss for what to do.

The man inside him was everything, the only thing in the world. Tears streamed down his reddened cheeks.

“Hmph, hmph……!”

It’s not that he’s sad or in pain, but it was embarrassing to do this every time. Of course, Muheon is so well-endowed that there were many times he felt overwhelmed and like he couldn’t breathe.

But, he was worried that if he kept crying because of it, Muheon would feel unnecessarily sorry.

While Muheon was focused on his chest, Hakyung secretly raised his hand and wiped away his tears. In fact, he was also worried that his swollen, tear-streaked face might look ugly.

It’s better to show a pretty face during sex, just like his husband, who is handsome no matter how much he moved his waist.

Sharing the same space and both putting in effort, it sometimes felt unfair how different they looked—as if drawn in entirely different art styles. Still, Hakyung loved how handsome Muheon was, even during sex.

“Your eyes are swollen.”

Muheon, who had been focused on kissing Hakyung’s chest for a while, looked up. Reaching out, he gently touched the puffiness beneath Hakyung’s eyes with his long fingers.

The cool touch seemed to melt away the lingering sting. As Hakyung instinctively leaned toward his hand, Muheon let out a small laugh.

“You’re not a river dolphin right now—you’re a little goldfish.”

Already self-conscious about how swollen his eyes were, Hakyung went completely red at the teasing. Embarrassed, he buried his face in Muheon’s palm.

Like a baby who thinks they’re hidden just by covering their eyes, he stayed still. Muheon’s lips curled even higher at the sight.

Was this… him being cute on purpose?

“S-So, you mean I look like… a goldfish… so ugly you don’t like me?”

The words came out muffled from where his face was smushed against Muheon’s hand. At first Muheon didn’t catch what he said, but when Hakyung repeated himself, it clicked—why he was hiding his face.

Muheon didn’t answer right away, on purpose. If he waited, he knew that adorable face would peek out again.

And sure enough, not long after, Hakyung slowly lifted his head and looked at him with a mix of accusation and hope.

Would it be too much to say that pouty face made him want him even more?

Every part of Muheon was already focused on the heat between them—but now his thoughts were entirely consumed by Hakyung.

“Do you… not like it?”

The question was fragile, as if he’d burst into tears the moment Muheon nodded. And while Muheon didn’t mind Hakyung crying, he preferred it be from pleasure, not hurt feelings.

Thinking it might be fun to tease him just a little, Muheon deliberately rolled his hips with extra force.

At the shock that resonated through His entire body, Hakyung gasped. It felt like someone was messing up his mind, which was already muddled with pleasure.

Saliva dripped from the corners of Hakyung’s mouth. Muheon happily licked it up. Then, without pausing, he began to torment Hakyung’s inner walls.

It was a merciless move, as if he had been gentle up until now. Hakyung could only sob and cling to him.

All thoughts of not wanting to show him his ugly crying face, or that he was being mean when he teased him about his resemblance to a goldfish, flew out the window in an instant. He couldn’t help but scream out in painful pleasure that exceeded his threshold.

Watching Hakyung cling to him, sobbing uncontrollably, Muheon felt a deep, swelling satisfaction rise from his core.

“How can you be this beautiful?”

“Ugh, ah…! Hnn, mmph!”

“Hm? Kang Hakyung.”

Despite his violent thrusts, Muheon’s voice was low and calm. In contrast, Hakyung, with his entire body flushed bright red, kept letting out scream-like moans.

It was always delightful when Hakyung called his name and clung to him. Muheon willingly offered his neck to Hakyung’s arm and chewed on his earlobe.

Every part of his skin that touched Hakyung was in a frenzy, and the black scales glistened. He was no longer startled by the changes in his body.

He focused on catching every single drop of the tears Hakyung shed. They were sweeter and more refreshing than anything else. Even though Hakyung’s eyes were swollen beyond recognition compared to earlier, they were still just beautiful.

In the end, Hakyung took all of Muheon, nearly passing out—without ever getting an answer to his complaint.

Meanwhile, another penis outside his hole poked his belly, and he cried out for the first time in a long time.

Muheon, who had thoroughly ravaged Hakyung’s inner walls, gradually slowed down, perhaps feeling somewhat satisfied. However, for the already highly aroused Hakyung, it was still too much stimulation, and he let out another moan.

It felt like he was going to die from happiness, but also like he was going to die from exhaustion. Hakyung leaned his forehead on Muheon’s shoulder and let out a deep sigh. It felt like there was no oxygen left because Muheon was filling his entire body.

Every time Hakyung let out a ragged breath, it felt like sweetness was spilling into the air. Muheon pressed his lips to the crown of Hakyung’s head, muscles tightening as he murmured,

“Can’t you tell just by how crazy I am for you? Even goldfish-eyed Kang Hakyung drives me out of my mind.”

It was an absurdly late response. Hakyung let out a dry laugh, having to recall what that was even in reference to.

“Did you really have to show me like that…?”

His voice was completely drained, fraying at the ends. He had to clear his throat multiple times just to finish the sentence.

Hearing how parched he sounded, Muheon brought a glass of water to his lips. Hakyung drank it down like a baby bird, gulps soft and quick.

Muheon caught a drop that trailed down with his tongue and added with a smirk,

“Hey, they say lessons learned through the body last the longest.”

“…That’s not a real saying.”

Muheon’s answer was so absurd that Hakyung let out a snicker. Then, feeling the writhing organ inside him again, he had to gasp in shock.

With eyes wide in horror, he looked down to see his belly quivering with all sorts of bodily fluids. It was really quivering. Hakyung frowned at Muhun’s swollen member, as if it were going to pierce through his belly.

Although he had personally named and cherished it, today was just too hard.

The sly and lewd river dolphin raised a white flag. However, Muheon did not accept it. The other penis, which had not yet entered Hakyung, was hard as if it was about to burst, leaving no choice.

That night, Hakyung came to a clear realization—when it’s someone you love, no matter what kind of face they’re making, they’re still beautiful… and arousing.

It was a truth etched deep into his body, the result of accepting Muheon’s intense affection with nothing in between.

***

The next morning, Muheon stepped into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Hakyung, who was still fast asleep—as if he’d passed out. But to his surprise, Hajo was already sitting at the table.

Their eyes met, and Hajo immediately stood up and bowed. It was a formal, disciplined gesture—more fitting for a subordinate than family—but neither Hajo nor Muheon found it strange.

Without Hakyung around, Muheon exuded a heavy, oppressive aura. Even in his post-coital haze, he still carried the weight of a predator lounging after a full hunt.

Avoiding Muheon’s gaze, Hajo quickly finished the rest of his cereal. He had another weekend lecture today and wanted to eat and head out as quickly as possible.

He was just about to slip away when a chillingly deep voice stopped him mid-step.

“Kang Hajo.”

“Y-Yes?”

Hajo turned awkwardly, caught halfway through his escape. The man who’d called his name was rummaging through the fridge, not even looking his way.

Still, Hajo couldn’t move. He swallowed hard and fixed his attention on Muheon.

“I heard you fought with your brother.”

Hajo frowned. Fought? That wasn’t how he’d describe it. It had just been… a disagreement.

Muheon finally pulled out a few ingredients he knew Hakyung liked and turned to stare directly at him, eyes sharp and assessing.

“What’s your problem?”

“It’s not a problem…”

Hajo sighed and lightly tapped the floor with his toes—an unmistakable gesture of someone brimming with unspoken complaints.

To Muheon, who’d lived for centuries, both Hakyung and Hajo were equally young. Still, having spent more years in the world, Hakyung was infinitely more mature.

Just thinking of his husband’s tearful face from last night—worried sick over his little brother—made Muheon’s mood sour.

Sensing the storm building in those pitch-black eyes, Hajo panicked and blurted out,

“T-The truth is…”

Overwhelmed by Muheon’s pressure, Hajo finally confessed everything. What he had seen. Why he couldn’t bring himself to tell his brother. Every last detail.

Muheon listened quietly, nodding as Hajo finished.

“Good. You were right not to tell him.”

“Right? It’s not something he’d… want to hear.”

“I’ll look into it. Just make sure you’re smiling when you see him this afternoon.”

“Y-Yes, sir. Got it.”

The sight of Muheon, tall and broad-shouldered, wrangling with a frying pan should have looked ridiculous. But instead, it was like watching a scene from a noir film.

He hadn’t threatened Hajo in the slightest, yet the air around him felt so tense, it was as if that frying pan might crash down on someone’s head any second.

Hajo couldn’t help but silently applaud the former version of himself—the one who’d once cheekily called Muheon “bro-in-law.”

Because right now, Hakyung’s husband was nothing short of a full-blown predator.