JD 57

It was rare for Muheon to laugh out loud, so Hakyung stared at his face for a long while. If only he had his phone nearby, he would’ve taken a picture… What a shame.

“Tsk,” he clicked his tongue and softly stroked Muheon’s forearm. Smooth and firm, the touch filled his palm.

“By the way, boss.”

“Yeah?”

“Is there a specific condition for your skin to change? Before I fell asleep, I swear I saw black scales come out… like on the rooftop last time.”

Hakyung’s eyes darted around Muheon’s body, searching for traces of the scales. But all he saw now was smooth, pale skin.

Watching Hakyung sniff around like a puppy hunting for snacks, Muheon was quietly surprised. He hadn’t realized his true form had started surfacing during their intimacy. Up until now, unless he actively used his powers, his body had never shown signs of transformation. It had been completely unexpected.

He felt a bit embarrassed by his lack of control—and a little sheepish that, while holding Kang Hakyung, he’d gotten so worked up like a clueless teenager.

“Well… like you said, I was totally gone.”

“…? I said that?”

Hakyung had definitely thought it—but he was pretty sure he hadn’t said it out loud. He looked indignant, as if falsely accused.

But Muheon didn’t relent. Instead, he gave Hakyung’s plump cheek a playful nibble as punishment. Of course, to Hakyung, that wasn’t a punishment at all. It was more like a reward.

“That’s why I thought maybe your… thing was black too. I figured maybe you didn’t show me because it was too scary-looking and you were afraid I’d run off.”

It was a theory that felt pretty convincing to Hakyung—and completely ridiculous to Muheon. Still, it showed just how much Hakyung had mentally prepared himself to accept any form Muheon might take.

And finally, he said what he really wanted to say.

“Let’s work together until I can take both of them!”

“…What?”

“It was hard with just one this time, but hey, everything gets easier with practice, right?”

“What are you even saying…”

Muheon frowned as he gently brushed the reddened corners of Hakyung’s eyes. Just hours ago he’d been bawling and frozen in place, yet now he’d completely forgotten and was all fired up again. Muheon couldn’t help but be concerned.

“I’m not overdoing it. I just really want to experience all of you. From what I’ve seen, if you’re used to it, you can actually enjoy it.”

Compared to the actors he’d seen in videos, sure, the pain still outweighed the pleasure. But Hakyung figured that wasn’t something he could help—Muheon’s size was just naturally massive.

He licked his lips, his pent-up desires ready to explode. It was odd—Muheon was the one with two huge cocks, but it was Hakyung who sat up straight with his shoulders squared like a man on a mission. He even hummed a little tune.

“One feels great, but two, wow—one, two, one, two.”

To the sound of Hakyung’s absurd little song, Muheon’s brow furrowed even tighter. But Hakyung, snug in his boyfriend’s embrace, kept singing the nonsense until he finally wrapped it up.

What was even stranger was that despite the song being practically drunk babble, Muheon’s body still gave a faint response.

***

After arriving in the sea, the two had been inseparable—and even the next day, they still clung to each other.

Aside from eating and washing, they spent the whole time in that little room. They didn’t see much of the ocean—just a lot of the ceiling. Hakyung didn’t mind being with Muheon, but staying holed up all day was starting to feel a bit embarrassing.

“Boss, take me to see the sea, please.”

That’s why he said it—mid-kiss on Muheon’s shoulder, he suddenly made his request.

Muheon nodded lightly. The sea looked different from inside, and knowing Kang Hakyung, just seeing it would make him happy.

Hakyung sprang up and eagerly began getting ready to go out.

First, he carefully tucked his crown under a hat—the same blue one he’d bought the day he decided to visit the sea. He even sprayed it with fabric perfume so both the look and scent were perfect.

Then he pulled out clothes and started choosing an outfit. Most people picked hats and shoes to match their clothes—but river dolphins like Hakyung started with the hat first.

While Hakyung buzzed with excitement, Muheon did very little. He simply threw on his robe-like garment.

“Whoa, boss! What is that? Isn’t that something kings wear…?”

Seeing Muheon dressed like this for the first time, Hakyung ran over mid-outfit, his pants barely hanging on. Muheon reached out and secured his waist.

“It’s just something comfortable I wear at the main residence.”

“It looks amazing… It really suits you, boss.”

Black silk embroidered with gold thread in geometric patterns—majestic, not overwhelming. With that outfit and this palace-sized house, Muheon looked like a time-traveling king.

Hakyung gaped, stunned. His mouth didn’t seem like it was planning to close any time soon.

So Muheon closed it for him, then helped finish dressing him. Hakyung, unfazed by being dressed like a child, curiously rubbed the robe’s fabric with his fingers. It didn’t feel like cheap polyester at all.

“Want me to make you one?”

“Nah, it only looks good on you. If I wore it, I’d just look like a punk prince or something.”

Always realistic about himself, Hakyung shook his head. Given his size, he’d probably pass as a baby prince at best.

Muheon chuckled at the hidden compliment and straightened Hakyung’s outfit before opening the sliding door.

It was the first sky Hakyung had seen in two days—and it was tinged with red.

“Wait, there’s a sunset underwater too?”

“They said it’s to match the passing of time.”

“You don’t control it?”

“Nah, that’s my underlings’ job.”

Huang Lib, for example, liked flashy things and poured his powers into decorating hid domain. Muheon, on the other hand, wasn’t interested in any of that. He didn’t bother using his abilities just to manipulate the scenery.

Which was why the sea folk of the West kept growing more and more powerful.

“What else did your people set up? Are there any other cool effects?”

“Hmm… let’s find out together.”

Since Muheon had never really paid attention to how his domain was decorated, he started looking around too.

Like a kid at a theme park, Hakyung ran around wide-eyed, gasping at every discovery. It felt like a treasure hunt.

Following the cheerful dolphin’s trail, Muheon’s expression gradually softened. It was unfamiliar and pleasant seeing Kang Hakyung moving so freely in his realm.

They wandered quite a while, but didn’t make it to the forest behind the main house. By then, night had fallen underwater too—it was too dark to continue.

“We’ll see the forest tomorrow. There’s nothing special there.”

“Nothing special? That proves it—boss, you’ve got zero sense of wonder! How can you look at such a beautiful place and be so stoic?”

Hakyung pouted as he gazed at the glowing coral, his lips twitching from all the kissing they’d done.

“Enough sightseeing. Let’s eat. Your belly’s gone hollow.”

Clearly, the boss had zero romanticism. If he’d just said something sweet like, ‘My sense of wonder’s reserved only for you, Hakyung’ and given a kiss—it would’ve been perfect!

Grumbling inside, Hakyung stood on tiptoe and kissed Muheon’s lips.

“I’m full with your love, boss.”

Twisting bashfully, he delivered the line with all his heart.

“No way. Then what’s this grumble I hear?”

Muheon narrowed his eyes and poked Hakyung’s stomach. His blunt reply drew a sigh from Hakyung. Clearly, syncing up their romantic wavelengths would take time.

Still, that didn’t mean he’d skip dinner—he took Muheon’s hand and headed to the dining hall.

It was Hakyung’s first time there, and it held a long table filled to the brim with dishes—true royal fare.

Eyes wide, Hakyung quickly sat down and picked up his spoon and chopsticks.

As for that river dolphin who said he only needed love to feel full—no one knew where he’d gone.