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At the sudden force, Hakyung protested, but Muheon’s finger slipped through the tight entrance without warning.

“Ugh…!”

Hakyung’s toes curled as he grimaced at the foreign sensation.

“Don’t just shove it in all of a sudden…!”

“Are you hurt?”

“Of course I—uh… it doesn’t… hurt?”

Hakyung tilted his head. Normally, Muheon would have to take his time, patiently loosening and soothing him before he could take it in. But now, though there was some discomfort, there wasn’t any real pain.

Muheon gave a faint smile and slowly pushed in a second finger. That one went in just as easily.

“Uh…”

“It seems like everything loosened up in the warm water.”

Before they knew it, the hot spring water had risen to Muheon’s waist, warming Hakyung’s lower abdomen.

They had already spent quite a while soaking, playing around in the hot spring, so their bodies were fully relaxed.

“Guess so…!” Hakyung’s mouth dropped open like he’d just discovered something incredible. “The hot spring really is amazing.”

Muheon tightened his grip around Hakyung’s waist, just in case he tried to jump back into the water.

Letting out a short cry, “Ugh,” Hakyung kicked Muheon’s thigh with his heel in protest against the sudden squeeze.

“Ah, sorry…” Muheon murmured, “but I’m in a bit of a rush. Somewhere, a river dolphin’s going wild, spraying water everywhere.”

Loosening his grip, Muheon slowly rotated his hips, grinding his groin against Hakyung’s ass. He shifted position each time, nudging and pressing his cock between Hakyung’s cheeks.

His perineum and balls brushed insistently, never quite breaching, but delivering sudden, sharp jolts of pleasure.

“Th-this isn’t a bathhouse, it’s a hot spring, ngh…!” Hakyung gasped. “And this swimsuit’s way too tight—haaah…!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Muheon smirked. “So could you stop kicking me already? I’m seriously dying here.”

Like he was coaxing a child, Muheon gently stroked Hakyung’s damp hair and whispered into his ear.

It sounded sweet, like praise for a good boy, but there was something twisted in the tone too. A corrupted serpent’s whisper, coaxing that good boy down a wicked path.

“Mm, can you do it for me?” he murmured. “I’ll let you win.”

Swayed by that low voice, Hakyung nodded enthusiastically. Muheon kissed him on the forehead and slowly began to press one of his cocks through the tightest part of him.

The hole resisted briefly, clearly overwhelmed by the size, much larger than just fingers, but little by little, it began to swallow the glans.

Despite the heat and loosened muscles, the tightness remained, leaving both of them tense.

“Hah…!” Hakyung whimpered. “Wait, but…!”

“Haah… can you relax a bit?”

“H-how am I supposed to do that…! Ngh…!”

Hakyung trembled, skewered on Muheon’s massive length, his voice rising with every movement. With each slow thrust and the surge of hot fluids inside him, it felt like his insides were burning up.

“It’s hot… haah… it’s too hot…!”

He rubbed his forehead against Muheon’s cool shoulder, mumbling over and over about the heat.

It felt like steam was rising out the top of his head instead of breath. The more it built, the tighter Hakyung clung to Muheon, sobbing, because Muheon was the only thing he could hold on to.

Muheon, gripping Hakyung’s waist firmly to keep him from collapsing backward, slammed his hips harder.

Every time the thick glans drove deep inside, Hakyung jolted like he’d been shocked. The soft inner walls clenched around Muheon’s cock, sending the sensation straight back.

Their arousal intensified quickly, the two of them panting like beasts as they explored each other. The hot spring water rippled wildly, waves rising with each thrust.

Time slipped away. Hakyung’s vision kept flashing white, then black, over and over. His moans rose in volume, echoing as the waves of shock and pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Hah, ngh…! Hah, ngh…!”

“Kang Hakyung—ugh—hold on tight…!”

Feeling Hakyung’s arm around his neck starting to go limp, Muheon bit down hard on his earlobe. Even that sharp bite turned to pleasure.

If it was Muheon saying it, Hakyung would listen to anything. Clinging tight, he tried to keep his body from giving out.

As if rewarding him, Muheon licked his earlobe slowly, deliberately, this time.

“Haah…”

Letting out a ragged sigh, Hakyung ran his fingertips through Muheon’s black hair.

It had grown glossier, the strands slick with water. Hakyung grasped a handful and brought it to his mouth.

He’d expected it to taste salty, like an imugi should, but instead it was sweet. Like candy. He sucked gently on the strands, savoring it.

Even while being rocked by Muheon’s rhythm, he didn’t let go of the hair.

Muheon burst out laughing, caught off guard by the sudden tug during sex.

Still laughing, he pulled Hakyung’s small body tight against him, drawing out a long climax.

Hakyung, too, clung to him and came again, he’d lost count how many times it had been.

***

Hakyung, who had just been praising the hot spring water like it was a miracle cure, now firmly resolved never to utter the word “hot spring” again.

Even when he asked to stop, Muheon kept insisting “It’s fine since we’re doing it in the water,” and pushed so hard that, by the end, Hakyung felt like crawling out onto dry land.

Where did that Imugi go , the one who said he was worried he’d faint from staying in the hot water too long?

Whenever Hakyung so much as showed signs of getting dizzy from the heat or overstimulation, Muheon would catch on instantly and “make it rain,” but in the end, all Hakyung could do was laugh in disbelief.

He’d just wanted to see his absurdly good-looking husband looking like a model, and instead, he nearly passed out and had to be carried away.

Still, at the very end, Hakyung got what he wanted, he finally saw Muheon’s black scales. A half-success. Even if the swimsuit he’d splurged on ended up torn to shreds like tissue paper.

Wrapped in a beach towel and sprawled limply on a sunbed, Hakyung didn’t bother hiding the stupid grin on his face.

That was because Muheon, who was crouching beside him and tending to him, still had those beautiful black scales gleaming across parts of his body, shimmering like the night sky.

Hakyung reached out and poked a few of the scales. Even though he’d seen them more than once, they always felt new and mysterious.

“How the hell did I manage to look at something this pretty and think of an eel?”

“No idea. Come to think of it, sea eels don’t even have scales.”

Muheon frowned, thinking of the real eels in the West Sea.

Just because something’s black doesn’t mean it’s the same black…

Of course, he couldn’t deny it was his own fault too, letting Hakyung get away with calling him a sea eel because it was cute.

Still, in all his years, this was the first time he’d been on the receiving end of that kind of mistake.

“No, seriously! I looked it up, eels do have scales. They’re just hidden under the skin, or there’re so few of them no one notices…”

“Really?”

“Yes! Don’t insult eels!”

Flaring up, Hakyung tried to sit up, and then collapsed again with a sharp “urk!” as pain shot through him. He still wasn’t in any shape to move around freely.

“But Hakyung.”

“…Yeah?”

“You should’ve checked one more blog. Sea eels really don’t have scales.”

That firm reply made Hakyung grumble and pull out his phone to check, only to find out Muheon was right.

Realizing he’d been wrong all this time, Hakyung sank into the sunbed like a deflated balloon. The physical pain mixed with the psychological blow to form a one-two punch.

Watching his poor river dolphin collapse and groan, Muheon clicked his tongue, then reached out his big hands and began pressing down Hakyung’s waist, thighs, and calves to release the tight knots in his muscles.

Even though they’d been in warm water, Hakyung’s overworked muscles had gone on strike from the sheer abuse.

“Oh—there, there! Yeah! That’s the spot!”

His embarrassment didn’t last long. Under Muheon’s near-magical hands, Hakyung melted like a sticky rice cake stuck to a hot pan. Little groans of satisfaction bubbled up from him.

Encouraged by the praise, Muheon climbed up onto the sunbed and started a proper massage in earnest.

From the soft scalp around his blowhole to his small toes, there was no place Muheon’s hands didn’t reach.

At first, the touch had genuinely been focused on easing tense muscles… but at some point, that started to change.

Or maybe it was just the eternally horny river dolphin Kang Hakyung misinterpreting every inch of his husband’s hands.

“Mnnh…”

Somewhere along the way, Hakyung’s breathing took on a subtle edge of arousal. Muheon’s breath was starting to grow rough too.

He looked down at the bite marks he’d left on Hakyung’s backside and swallowed thickly. No matter how full you are, there’s always room for dessert.

Slowly, Muheon lowered his head and bit down on the pale, round cheek again.

“Again?!”

Hakyung, who’d been moaning contentedly, flinched at the unfamiliar sensation and turned his head. Just as he’d expected.

There was Muheon, chewing on his ass like it was the most natural thing in the world, and Hakyung winced hard.

“You’re gonna make my butt uneven!”

“Don’t worry. I’m taking care to enjoy both sides equally.”

“Ugh…!”

Ready to snap back with a sharp retort, Hakyung froze… then buried his face in his arm with the most wronged expression in the world.

Peeking out from between his pink hair, the tips of his ears had turned completely red.

“You’d better know I’m only putting up with this because you’re stupidly good-looking.”

He muttered it just loud enough for Muheon to hear. That unfairly handsome face of his really was cheating.