JD 74

The moment Hakyung’s small, pale hand touched the black scales, the area shimmered like rippling waves in response.

He’d seen the boss’s scales a few times during sex before, but never like this—never glowing. Surprised by the mysterious sight, Hakyung pressed down a little more, and once again light rippled out from beneath his fingers.

It wasn’t like the scales had a mind of their own, but how could they be so adorably responsive?

“Boss, it’s glowing here.”

“Ah…”

Muheon, who had been lingering on Hakyung’s pale nape for quite a while, lifted his head at the words. When he followed where Hakyung was pointing, he saw that not just his shoulder, but his entire upper arm was covered in jet-black scales.

When had they appeared like this? Muheon was slightly startled by the reaction of his own body.

Having scales appear wasn’t anything unusual—but for them to glow… it meant the weather around them was starting to shift on its own.

He let out a hollow laugh, silently apologizing to anyone who might be experiencing sudden lightning from clear skies. It wasn’t the first time he’d gone crazy over Kang Hakyung—but today was especially intense.

Hakyung was biting on his two dicks and it was only natural to lose control.

“Is it pretty because it’s glowing?”

“Mhm, it’s pretty… Ahh! I said—it’s pretty, so why…!”

Muheon, who had been moving his waist slowly and gently, increased his speed as soon as he heard Hakyung’s answer. Just as he was barely starting to escape the pain and his vision was clearing up, a sudden rush of pleasure and intense stimulation made his vision blur.

The words that couldn’t form a sentence just lingered in his throat. Hakyung could do nothing but hold Muheon’s arm tightly.

The man’s penises were hitting his inner walls, pressing in all directions, and all Hakyung could think was that I was going to die.

“Ah, ugh…! Hhng…!”

“Ha…”

Even Muheon, who had never once thought about death, felt the same now. He laughed at his past self—at how little he used to care whenever humans or his subordinates would say things like, “I could die happy right now.” Back then, it never meant anything to him. But now, he finally understood.

He wished he could die with his cock buried in Kang Hakyung. What does it matter if it seems disgraceful to others? For Muheon, it would be the best death…

Of course, he didn’t say it out loud in front of Hakyung because he knew he’d be scolded for it.

Especially every time he shoved in his cocks, the flat belly would bulge a little each time, it was a spectacular sight. Muheon’s pitch-black pupils kept staring at Hakyung’s belly as if they were going to pierce through it.

He wished that this moment would never end and continue forever, but Muheon also had his limits. The sounds and reactions that Hakyung made, the warm embracing his cocks. Muheon gritted his teeth at the unbearable stimulation.

“Kang Hakyung…!”

“Hngh, Boss…!”

Tears that had just dried began to well up again. Through his blurry vision, Hakyung puckered his lips toward the boss’s face and the black scales that filled his view.

In response, Muheon pulled him close, deeply pressing their lips together.

This was the moment Hakyung loved the most—when the boss’s skin, always cooler than anyone else’s, would warm up from their sex. Not as hot as Hakyung himself, but warm enough that he could feel the change.

And every time it happened, his heart swelled with emotion.

“Ahh! Ah, ahh…!”

As Muheon’s thrusts grew stronger, Hakyung clung tightly to his firm back. Even as his sweat-slick palms kept slipping, he fought to hold on, refusing to let go. But despite his effort, the strength drained from his arms.

Knowing full well the stamina of his river dolphin husband, Muheon took on the effort for both of them.

As a result, Hakyung’s genitals were pressed tightly against Muheon’s abdomen. It was so tight that he was afraid they might burst from the pressure.

The only person he could trust in a situation like this was his boss, so while he was squirming in his arms, a force unlike anything he had ever felt before struck his pelvis and inner walls.

“……!”

Hakyung’s eyes widened in shock, unable to even scream. The sound of a splash echoed in his ears, and before long, something hot began to fill his stomach.

“Ah, ugh… ugh… hng!”

Overwhelmed by a strange sensation he’d never felt before, Hakyung shuddered and let go of Muheon’s back. It felt like something incredible had just happened inside his belly… but not being able to see what was going on made it all the more frightening and frustrating.

As Hakyung rubbed his stomach, Muheon watched him closely, then pushed his hips forward again. Seeing Hakyung tremble once more, unable to control his own hands, filled him with a strange sense of satisfaction.

He continued to push Hakyung to his limits several more times before finally easing up, letting him take the lead and do as he pleased.

He bit back to pull out his unmoving cocks, which seemed to be struggling to get out, though the inner walls clung tightly, as if reluctant to let go.

“This is strange…!”

The boss’s penises slipped out, and Hakyung looked down. As a result, a small trickle of fluid leaking from his hole as his stomach strained.

“Ugh…!”

The liquid mixed with the gel flowed just like it always had, but the amount was different. It was so much that one might suspect it was urine.

Startled, Hakyung brought his fingers between his buttocks. Even though it didn’t stop the leaking, it felt like he had to do something.

Muheon smiled as he watched Hakyung’s cute actions. He helped Hakyung by putting his finger into the hole.

“Wait, no, what are you doing?!”

“I’m trying to stop it from leaking, but if I hold the semen for too long, I’ll get an upset stomach.”

“I know that too…!”

Hakyung, whose chest had turned red, protested. He quickly pulled his and Muheon’s fingers away. Seeing his trembling arm, which struggled even with that, was slightly pitiful, but it was also quite arousing.

Not knowing what sinister thoughts Muheon was harbouring, Hakyung was astonished once more by the liquid that continued to ooze out right after he pulled away their fingers.

Hakyung, lost in thought and worried they might end up just doing laundry in the bathroom, muttered to himself without realizing it.

“Because there’s two…”

His voice was barely audible, but Muheon heard it clearly. Rubbing Hakyung’s now more than just damp backside, he whispered,

“So you don’t like it?”

“…Of course not.”

It was even better because there were two. Hakyung let out a breathy giggle and gently rubbed his belly. The thought that both Mu-il and Mu-i were inside him made him feel blissful—and hungry for more.

“Boss.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll look up a laundromat nearby. Can we do it again before the seaweed gel wears off?”

Muheon tilted his head, not quite sure what conclusion Hakyung had reached with that small head of his. But if Hakyung wanted it—if he asked for more—there was no way Muheon would say no.

With a sly smile, he pressed a kiss to the ring on that pale little hand.

***

When Hakyung finally came to his senses and looked around, the sun was already setting. No—rising.

It meant he’d been with the boss for over ten hours, doing all sorts of things. Blinking his puffy eyes quickly, Hakyung raised his arm and gave the firm chest blocking his view a pat.

He was the one who’d insisted they keep going, saying they shouldn’t waste the seaweed gel—but still, he hadn’t exactly planned to go all night… well, maybe he had.

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Hakyung kept stroking Muheon’s chest.

“Are you saying you want to go again…?”

“Boss? You’re awake?”

“How could I sleep…? It was our first night.”

Muheon wiped the sweat and tears from Hakyung’s face, now grimy from the long night, and gave a mischievous grin.

At his words, Hakyung cracked his eyes open slightly and protested.

“I didn’t sleep on my first night either, okay? Huh? Do you know how much… how much you, huh?”

“Yeah, I love you way too much.”

“Oh… huh… huh?”

“Hakyung?”

Muheon had only answered the question Hakyung asked earlier. And yet, even though it wasn’t a cruel, scary, or hurtful reply, Hakyung sniffled.

Startled by the sudden tears, Muheon sprang up, worried that something might be wrong.

With gentle hands, he checked Hakyung’s face, then carefully examined the crown of his head, his now-flat stomach, and finally the butt that had taken him in.

Thankfully, nothing seemed seriously wrong. Muheon let out a short sigh and asked Hakyung, who still had wrinkles in his nose,

“Why are you crying, huh? Did something upset you?”

“N-nooo…”

The nasal answer trailed off long and slow. It wasn’t a funny situation, but he looked way too cute. Muheon dipped his head to hide a smile and asked again, “Then?”

“You… you said…”

“Yeah? I did?”

“That you love me! That you love me sooo much…!”

He cried his eyes out, overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the words, as if he’d just heard the most incredible thing in the world.

It was such a small thing, enough to make Muheon’s earlier worries feel completely ridiculous—but even so, he too felt a twinge in his chest, overwhelmed by the tenderness pouring out of Hakyung.