JD 97

Still, when Hakyung showed no signs of waking, Muheon’s lips moved to their next target—those small lips of his.

He pressed his own mouth against the soft, plump red lips and nibbled at them. If this didn’t wake him, then it was safe to assume Hakyung was just pretending to sleep. Fortunately, before Muheon’s mood could sink any further, Hakyung’s eyes fluttered open.

“Sleeping Beauty, huh?”

Seeing Hakyung blinking in confusion, clearly unaware he’d fallen asleep, Muheon teased him playfully.

Even half-asleep, Hakyung corrected him.

“Not a princess. A prince.”

“Right, a prince.”

“…Oh, you’re not an imugi anymore.”

He had loved seeing Muheon in his true form—but still, being able to meet his gaze and talk like this felt even better. Hakyung slowly stroked Muheon’s bare chest. Cool and silky to the touch, it felt refreshing against his palm. Just like a cooling sheet in summer.

Yes—a cooling sheet. Ah! Speaking of sheets, he really wanted to lie down on a bed.

Unconsciously thinking of soft bedding, Hakyung yawned again.

“I don’t know why I’ve been so sleepy lately.”

He rubbed his still-heavy eyelids and shook his head like he was finally trying to wake up for real. The sight reminded Muheon of a puppy fluffing up its fur after a nap, and his smile deepened.

“Probably because you overworked yourself prepping for the wedding.”

“I didn’t even do anything. Mr. Huang Lin planned the whole thing.”

“You did the most important thing—your song.”

Muheon didn’t care about the venue, the guests, or the fancy food. What mattered most was how beautifully Hakyung had sung for him. That alone had made the day unforgettable.

Hearing the praise, Hakyung gave a little shrug and wriggled closer, nuzzling into Muheon’s arms.

“Hey… did you like the song I wrote more, or the pop song I sang at the ceremony?”

“Would it sound insincere if I said both?”

“A little…?”

“But I really mean it. I liked both. It was your voice singing. Anything you sing sounds good to me.”

Hakyung squirmed at the unfiltered affection. He was so glad he’d decided to sing after all.

Fueled by Muheon’s praise, Hakyung came up with a new song on the spot. The lyrics spilled out as they came to mind, making Muheon laugh—but not in mockery. Knowing that made Hakyung sing even louder.

Muheon rewarded his adorable, loving husband—who had just held a concert just for him—with a kiss.

And Hakyung, sweetly accepting that kiss, gave one just as sweet in return.

The kiss that started on the lips moved down a little further, and by the time Hakyung came to his senses, his manhood was completely engulfed by Muheon’s lips.

“Ha, ugh…!”

Hakyung let out a small moan and twisted his waist. Muheon’s black robe spread out on the floor.

Muheon continued to bob his head while staring intently at Hakyung’s excited face. Despite having tasted it countless times, it was delicious every time he put it in his mouth.

As he spread his tongue wide and licked the pillar, Hakyung’s stomach twitched violently. Muheon placed his hand on Hakyung’s flat, smooth stomach and rubbed it firmly. Hakyung shivered at the coldness pressing against his stomach.

He tried to pull away the hand touching his stomach, but because of the difference in strength, it only made it look like Hakyung was even more desperate.

“Ah…! It hurts—no, it’s too much…!”

The suction was so intense it felt like his length might get pulled right off. The overwhelming sensation bordered on pain. They said it stings if you do it too much by yourself… maybe it was something like that?

Of course, it wasn’t just pain. The pleasure that came with the almost-painful sensation was just as extreme.

Hakyung, who was moaning louder than usual, soon released a stream of white semen. Muheon happily accepted the sweet liquid that filled his mouth.

Gulp—he could vividly feel the thick, hot fluid sliding down his throat.

“Haah… ah, again…!”

Distracted by the situation, Hakyung furrowed his brow as he couldn’t stop Muheon from eating his semen once again.

It’s not even that delicious, so why is he so eager to eat it… Even though Hakyung sometimes tastes Muheon’s own semen, it wasn’t something he wanted to eat every time, to put it nicely.

Feeling a bit deflated, Hakyung got up and scrubbed the semen off Muheon’s lips.

“Is it really that good?”

“Good enough to drink instead of water?”

“Pervert…”

Hakyung shot Muheon a glare at the unexpectedly intense answer. But it was fine. After all, he was a pervert too—when it came to Lee Muheon.

***

As if making up for their disastrously failed wedding night, Hakyung took Muheon in again and again. The thrill of it feeling like being outdoors, even though it technically wasn’t, only heightened the excitement.

Muheon was the same. He tightly embraced Hakyung’s wet body and repeatedly thrusted his waist. Muheon’s member, still inside, showed no signs of softening and remained hard.

Hakyung’s energy was visibly draining in real time, and Muheon found it a little regretful. If they’d been at home, he could’ve at least given him something to replenish himself with—but here, all they had were coral reefs.

“Can we stop now…? Just hold me, please?”

Hakyung pleaded in a voice worn hoarse. It was framed as a request, but it was practically begging.

Muheon gently brushed away the strands of hair sticking to Hakyung’s forehead as he replied,

“Is it that hard even if I’m not moving?”

“Of course it is! Have you looked at yourself lately?”

Snapping back, Hakyung turned to glare at him—but even that slight motion made his voice tremble.

Even when Hakyung was irritated, he was still unbearably cute and seductive.

Muheon leaned back with a small smile, causing Hakyung to let out another helpless whimper.

By the time they returned to the main house, the sky had already darkened.

It had ended up being a day spent with nothing but—well, affection.

Muheon was just beginning to regret not preparing any food when Hakyung caught the smell from the kitchen and started fidgeting anxiously.

But since he was still in Muheon’s arms, he couldn’t exactly run over—so his urgency stayed in his feet.

“Not that way—go to the kitchen!”

“Right now?”

Hakyung looked down at himself. As much as he wanted to eat right away, a proper wash came first.

Even with food right in front of him, he knew he had to be patient. It was his fault for getting carried away with pleasure.

With a pout, Hakyung leaned into Muheon’s shoulder and mumbled,

“Let’s go to the bath first.”

“Okay. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

At his husband’s request, Muheon moved swiftly. The western sea beastmen’s gazes clung to them as they walked past.

They pretended not to watch, not to listen—but every bit of attention was focused on the couple.

And the moment Muheon disappeared into the inner rooms with Hakyung, laughter burst out from all around.

“Did you see that? Sir Muheon’s eyes were dripping with honey!”

“Right? Gosh, I was getting all tingly just watching!”

“Should we boil up some abalone? Help Hakyung recover.”

“Good idea—let’s catch some octopus and squid too.”

Excitedly, they began preparing ingredients known to be good for stamina. It was time to show off their skills again.

Meanwhile, Hakyung was soaking in warm waters with Muheon attending to him.

“I didn’t know the sea had hot springs too.”

“If it exists on land, it exists in the sea too.”

“Oh, right. That makes sense.”

Recalling his childhood geography lessons, Hakyung nodded.

“But was this always here? I don’t remember it last time.”

“Probably got made while they were preparing for our honeymoon. It’s perfect for couples.”

Muheon’s face, softly blurred behind the rising steam, looked even more handsome.

Hakyung scooted over and kissed his cheek again and again. He really was a breathtaking husband.

People say looking up at the sky while soaking in a hot spring is the best—but soaking in one under the sea was just as amazing.

This might’ve been the first time any beastman, or even any human, experienced something like this.

“Even love heats up here. Smooth and silky, just like my husband’s cocks!”

Humming a tune with some rather suggestive lyrics, Hakyung kicked his feet gently in the water.

Even at that, Muheon joined in, flicking the water in rhythm with his fingers.

They really were a picture-perfect couple—playful, teasing, and totally in sync.