VSP 60

Sexual harassment.

Lee Dohun froze, an act he had never once imagined could exist between him and Seo Sejun.

“What?”

“Doing it by force, what else is that if not molestation! I said no! I clearly said I don’t want it!”

“You think I want this?”

They were going in circles. Fuck, how many times did he have to explain? Lee Dohun could feel his temper boiling. Honestly, it had been boiling for a while, but now he was at the limit.

“You said you don’t want it, I don’t want it either. But in the end, you’re the one who wants the Antlion Hell!”

Whether Sejun understood or not, he only backed away while spitting nonsense.

Did he not realize there was nowhere to run? Lee Dohun was a beast-type who specialized in physical enhancement, and the cube dungeon wasn’t big. The size of a small field at most, like the dog cafe’s play yard they had entered. What good was running away here.

Lee Dohun immediately closed the distance and grabbed Sejun’s wrist. It wasn’t a slender wrist that fit neatly in his hand, or one that made him feel like he needed to protect it, or soft. It was just a man’s wrist.

Seo Sejun’s wrist. That was annoying in itself but anything was better than the Antlion Hell.

And Sejun wouldn’t survive an A-rank Antlion Hell. Lee Dohun was sure of that.

He hated Sejun, but he didn’t want him dead.

During the first joint mission of the special management period, he had spat at an Association employee that Sejun could die for all he cared. But if Cha Dogyeong hadn’t been there to drag him out, it probably would have been Lee Dohun who went back into the dungeon to pull Sejun out.

So this was saving Sejun. Even if it was also because he didn’t to fall the Antlion Hell, the conclusion was the same. If Sejun was to live, they couldn’t go there.

It was the only choice. Unlike Sejun, Lee Dohun had a grip on reality, and he wasn’t the type to sit down and carefully explain things to him.

His thoughts showed through in his actions.

“Fuck, let’s just do it once and end it. You wouldn’t last a second in the Antlion Hell. I’m saving your life.”

“Bullshit…!”

Lee Dohun didn’t wait any longer.

He seized Sejun’s chin and brought his lips down on that uselessly noisy mouth.

“Ughhh…!”

Sejun’s eyes flew wide. He clearly hadn’t expected Lee Dohun to actually press his lips on his.

It was a strange feeling. Lee Dohun had known Sejun, fought with Sejun, for over five years. But he had never seen him this close.

His skin was pointlessly clean. The long lashes trembled as their lips met. The bridge of his nose, brushed by Lee Dohun’s own, was well-shaped.

The lips pressed against his were exactly as soft as they looked. Dry, though, probably from all the nervous lip-biting he always did.

The moment their lips touched, Lee Dohun’s eyes flicked to the mission. Of course, just brushing lips didn’t complete it.

Tch. Figures. He clicked his tongue.

“……! ……!!!”

Sejun struggled, but he couldn’t overpower Lee Dohun.

Fuck, it really did feel like he was sexually harassing him.

He had never forced anything like this on anyone in his life, and it made him feel filthier by the second. But with just lips pressed together being useless, there was only one option left.

He clamped Sejun’s cheek until his lips parted. Lee Dohun shoved his tongue into that opening.

Maybe Sejun had chewed mint gum on the way, because his mouth tasted of mint. Lee Dohun caught his tongue as it tried to flee and sucked it.

The mint wasn’t half bad.

He didn’t know how many times he sucked at that tongue. Sejun kept struggling at first, but as time passed, he went still.

With the resistance fading, Lee Dohun unconsciously felt satisfaction. He played with the now-docile mouth as if it was his own.

Soon, he was so absorbed he forgot the one in his arms was Seo Sejun.

Then suddenly, he felt the soft breeze that came when a dungeon cleared.

What the hell? When did it clear?

Realizing the dungeon was done, Lee Dohun finally let go of the waist he had been holding. Their lips separated.

Sejun’s mouth was swollen from the long kiss. His lips wet, a mark of what they had just done. Lee Dohun scowled as reality sank in.

What the fuck had he just done, all because he didn’t want the Antlion Hell?

A wave of regret hit him. But soon he was forced to frown again, this time for another reason.

Soaked.

Not just Seo Sejun’s lips, but his whole face. Lee Dohun couldn’t believe it, his face was drenched in tears, who knew since when.

“…Hic.”

Even after Lee Dohun let him go, Sejun sat still for a long time, then hiccuped. He sniffled, the sound of a nose snorting, looking like he was barely holding back sobs.

No wonder his resistance had weakened midway, no wonder his body had been shaking.

He was crying, like someone who really had been assaulted.

“……”

Lee Dohun stayed silent at the absurd sight. He bit his lip. Like Sejun’s, his own lips were wet and mashed under his teeth, but he didn’t even notice the pain.

Crying? Fuck, why is he crying?

He had just saved him from falling into an Antlion Hell. Why the hell was he crying? He said it wasn’t even his first kiss.

If he just thought of it as some disaster that fell into his lap… No, fuck, why am I the disaster?

He was the one who thought it, but the thought still pissed him off. Lee Dohun forced himself to swallow down the anger. Then Sejun hiccuped again and spoke.

“I-I s-said, hic, I didn’t want it…”

Even now he was arguing with his mouth alive and well. Lee Dohun groaned and roughly ran his hand through his own hair.

Fuck, unbelievable. Seo Sejun.

“Hey.”

You know I saved you, right? You couldn’t have endured an A-rank dungeon Antlion Hell. This was the only option. If you think it through, you’ll see I was right. Stop putting so much meaning into one kiss, stop getting emotional, and just weigh the benefit.

“Get yourself out.”

But all that stayed inside. What came out of his mouth was only that.

Get yourself out.

Lee Dohun jumped straight toward the new exit that had opened after the clear. He heard Sejun sobbing behind him and hesitated, but in the end he stepped through the exit and left.

The border that always felt refreshing as he passed through, today scraped against him unpleasantly.

“Hunter Lee Lee Dohun? Where is Hunter Seo Sejun?”

The Association staff waiting outside were shocked to see Lee Dohun come out alone. Their faces quickly went pale as if they had realized something.

So this guy finally buried Seo Sejun inside?

Their faces said as much. Everyone in the country knew about the bad blood between Lee Dohun and Sejun. The Association staff, who had seen them clash several times, were especially frantic, staring at Lee Dohun like they were waiting for him to explode.

Fuck, what do they take me for?

“It was an escape room type. We cleared the mission. Seo Sejun will be out soon.”

That was all he said before turning away. By protocol, he should have stayed until every raider was out, but now that it was just a matter of stepping through the exit, even that idiot could manage it.

Besides, he felt filthy. He didn’t want to wait for Seo Sejun to come out.

He went straight to his car parked nearby. Seeing Sejun’s car next to his made him feel even filthier, so he started his own without even setting the navigation and pulled away.

He drove in the direction of Seoul, just like the road they had taken on the way in. Traffic jam soon blocked the way, proof he was headed toward the city.

In the middle of the clogged road, Lee Dohun drummed his fingers on the wheel, grinding his teeth until they squeaked as he tried to smother his irritation.

But the image of Seo Sejun crying bitterly after a single kiss wouldn’t leave his head.

“Well, well, look who it is.”

Jang Eunho beamed at the rare guest who had come to see him.

The shop was maybe thirty square meters, filled chaotically with piled-up goods.

To the eye it looked like junk, but each item was worth a fortune. Anyone who knew the value would faint at seeing them left scattered around like that.

But Eunho would have had an answer ready for such people. “There’s order in this chaos, I’m careful with them in my own way.”

“Our regular who only shows up when he needs something!”

In the dim shop, he set aside the precious item he had been polishing and welcomed the visitor.