VSP 94

Chae Dogyeong started to move faster between Sejun’s thighs, as if he was still far from climax.

“Hyung, Sejun-hyung.”

“Mm…”

His body, still sensitive and weak after just ejaculating, shook helplessly under the rough movement. Sejun opened his eyes and turned his head. He wanted to see what kind of expression Dogyeong had, but the force driving into him was too strong, and their position made it hard to look.

He wanted to say he wanted to see his face, but the sound of their panting breaths made that impossible, so Sejun chose the next best thing. He decided to call Dogyeong by name.

“Dogyeong-ah.”

It was an unusually affectionate and familiar way to call him, something Sejun had never done before.

The moment he said Sejun called him.…

“Ugh.”

Maybe it was because of the voice that pierced his ear, but Dogyeong suddenly felt the urge to come. He pulled his cock out from between Sejun’s thighs, and at that same moment, he came.

“Hh…”

Hot semen splattered on Sejun’s lower back and buttocks. It was thick and plenty.

“Ugh, fuck, it’s hot…”

It really was hot. He thought his body had already heated up, but the fluid was even hotter, and Sejun groaned and twisted.

“……”

Dogyeong couldn’t move for a while as he looked down at Sejun’s back, soaked in his semen. He watched the liquid slide down slowly under gravity, then grabbed Sejun’s buttocks and pulled them slightly apart. A dark-colored hole appeared between them, barely visible before.

At that moment, the semen wetting Sejun’s back ran down right over the hole.

Dogyeong’s eyes darkened as he watched the viscous liquid pool slightly between the narrow folds before dripping down.

“…Haa.”

He had never thought he’d get aroused looking at another man’s hole, but the only reason he didn’t shove his thumb into it right then was that his self-control was better than most.

He wanted to put it in.

He wanted to shove his cock into that tight-looking place, force it in, and spill everything inside. He wanted to mark it, to claim it as his.

But Dogyeong shook his head and forced away the rush of desire.

Instead of forcing himself into Sejun’s body, he lifted him up and sat him on his thighs. Exhausted, Sejun rested quietly in Dogyeong’s arms. Their naked, sweat-drenched bodies stuck together.

“Uh…?”

When Sejun saw Dogyeong’s still-hard cock between his legs, he frowned disbelief.

“You crazy bastard, you already came, why’re you hard again?”

“Mm, because I’m young?”

Sejun glared at the younger man’s teasing tone. The difference was only two years, but Dogyeong’s words sounded cocky. Of course, Dogyeong wasn’t fazed at all by that look.

“Sejun-hyung.”

“What?!”

“Dogyeong’s tired.”

He spoke in a sweet voice and pecked Sejun’s lips. Even though they’d done so much already, Sejun’s cheeks flushed again at the ticklish gesture.

“Put your nipple in my mouth.”

But the embarrassed, fluttering mood didn’t last ten seconds. Dogyeong’s next words made Sejun gape in shock.

“You, you, you crazy bastard, seriously…”

“Sejun-hyung, I’m tired.”

Dogyeong didn’t care whether Sejun was shocked or not.

“But I want to suck it. Hm? Just once.”

He probably wouldn’t stop at just once, but for now, he shamelessly asked for one time.

Sejun looked confused. Was it normal in sex to demand things this boldly? Were such direct requests normal?

The naive young Seo Sejun seemed to decide that refusing now would be wrong, so he hesitated, then brought his chest closer to Dogyeong’s face. He was quite obedient.

Dogyeong almost laughed but barely held it in. He whined softly.

“Not your chest, your nipple.”

“You, you damn bastard.”

Annoyed, Sejun grabbed Dogyeong’s head and pushed it into his chest since he couldn’t bring himself to put his nipple into Dogyeong’s mouth. When the wet nipple, still damp from earlier, pressed against Dogyeong’s cheek, he let out a laugh.

Seo Sejun, what are you gonna do? You’re so innocent.

“Ah! Don’t bite, you lunatic!”

“Dogyeong’s grinding his teeth.”

“What the hell are you saying?!”

Dogyeong’s fingers slowly traced Sejun’s smooth underside. He thought as he wrapped his hand around both Sejun’s limp cock and his own.

That’s why someone like you ends up getting caught by a guy like me.

“Mm… ugh.”

In the end, Sejun accepted Dogyeong’s touch and moaned as he buried his face into Dogyeong’s shoulder.

Dogyeong looked at him, unaware that what he was doing was basically offering himself up like an all-you-can-eat buffet, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He found Sejun’s lips, buried against his shoulder, and kissed him.

In the damp, hot air, only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the car for a long time.

•••

Five years ago, the world had quickly adapted to a new era.

Even though strange things like gates, dungeons, hunters, and awakenings had suddenly become part of reality, the public readily accepted them, almost disturbingly fast.

New systems formed just as quickly for things that had once had none. Hunters were ranked, an association was established to manage hunters and dungeons, and safety protocols written in blood appeared. Dungeon raids gradually became stable.

From the start, Dogyeong had one simple thought: if high-rank hunters worked a little harder, fewer people would die. With that belief, he focused on dragging high-rank hunters, especially S-ranks, into dungeons to suppress chaos as fast as possible.

Naturally, he kept dragging along Seo Sejun too, ever since they first met.

Their first meeting happened in the newly established Hunter Association building.

Called in by Park Hyeongcheol, who was the association president at the time, Dogyeong went there without much thought. Near the president’s office, he saw a man warily looking around, as if watching for danger, and thought to himself:

‘Is he a celebrity? Why’s he here?’

Then as now, Sejun had a tall, well-built body and smooth features that drew attention. He had a natural aura that pulled people’s eyes toward him.

Back then, Sejun – though he hadn’t changed much since – had slightly upturned eyes that gave him a feline look. But for some reason, Dogyeong didn’t think of a cat when he saw him. He thought Sejun looked more like a cautious dog.

Yeah, if he had to name a breed, he’d say a chihuahua. Though Sejun was definitely not small like one.

Sejun, glancing around like a wary wild animal, noticed Dogyeong watching him and lifted his brow.

“What? What’re you looking at?”

That was how Dogyeong and Sejun first met.

The attitude was prickly, yet strangely it didn’t feel unpleasant. It didn’t feel threatening either. More like a little dog barking.

Of course, after that, Sejun continued picking fights for reasons Dogyeong couldn’t figure out, and before long, they were growling at each other every time they met.

At that time, every guild – and even Park Hyeongcheol, the Association president – had been desperate to recruit Sejun because he was an S-rank hunter. But once his fatal weakness became known, all that attention disappeared overnight.

An S-rank hunter who couldn’t use his own weapon properly because of his lack of mana.

Naturally, interest in Sejun declined very quickly, and what attention remained turned negative.

He became the first S-rank hunter with an anti-fan community, the first hunter people could insult on live TV without consequence, the hunter who filled headlines whenever he caused trouble, because articles about him brought in clicks. He was always a hot topic, always the antihero.

“Did we kill it?”

That kind of line, thrown out like a catchphrase every time he faced a boss, always led to disaster. People called him more of a villain than a hunter.

Even the first guild that had held on to him only because of Hoya’s potential eventually expelled him after his repeated arguments with Dogyeong and constant trouble. By then, regardless of rank, most hunters treated Sejun like a joke.

If someone asked what Dogyeong thought of him, the answer was simple: nothing much.

He neither liked nor disliked Sejun. Since he was the one who usually had to clean up after Sejun’s messes, he sometimes felt annoyed, but he didn’t hate him. It was strange even to himself.

Sejun’s existence didn’t give him any real reason to hate him.

Whenever people insulted him, Sejun would bark back in anger, then later turn away with a wounded face.

“What’re you looking at?”

But before long, he’d shake it off and act tough again, saying things like that. It made Dogyeong feel stranger.

Maybe that was why, even when everyone else lost their temper with Sejun, Dogyeong never did.