Yoo Joonghyuk held my face, thrusting deep into my mouth before he released his hot cum into me. "Ah, you're so warm inside." He groaned loudly, thrusting more violently into my mouth.
I gasped, tears staining my eyes as I swallowing every bit of thick cum of his with a gulp. It slid down my throat,heavy in my lips, smearing the rest of his cum with the back of my palm, off my face.
"Ahh~" I pulled out my tongue for him to look at.
But Yoo Joonghyuk glared back at me, pushing me off before I myself could fully grasp the situation.
I looked down, my pants were soaked of precum. I was still as hard as a rock.
My insides were tingling,
However, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled me down, his body heat melting with mine. I never knew I could get this opportunity to do all... that with him.
His hands reached for my own hard dick. I squirmed against his roughness as he jerked me off.
My head rolled back, biting in the moans that loosely escaped my tongue.
"Yoo Joonghyuk! Joo-joonghyuk! Haa, faster. Faster~"
His grip around my cock tightened, fapping me off faster, his rough hands flicking and teasing my tip till I couldn't take it anymore.
When I came in his hands, my flushed face stared back at him. I wanted to say something, but his glare shut me up, besides, I was even too tired to say a word.
My heavy breathings returned back to normal, eyes heavy. The last thing I could see was Yoo Joonghyuk tucking me in with his black coat.
***
I swear I could still taste him.
That was the worst part.
It wasn't just heat. Not just desperation. Yoo Joonghyuk's taste clung to my tongue like a crime scene, undeniably him.
He, of course, acted like nothing had happened.
By "acted," I mean he stood five paces away, shoulders rigid, jaw clenched, eyes locked anywhere that wasn't me, like he could erase the last five minutes by sheer regression-fueled willpower.
His sword hand twitched at his side, fingers flexing compulsively as though the only solution was to cut the memory out of existence.
"…It's the cold," he said finally, voice ragged, like he'd been chewing glass.
I almost laughed. The cold?
Sure. Because men frequently drop to their knees for "climate-related reasons."
"Right," I said, nodding far too quickly. "The cold. Obviously. Mouth-to-mouth conduction is one of the most efficient methods of heat retention, you know. Totally survival-based. No… extracurriculars involved."
His glare cut into me like a blade, scowling back at me. "Don't say it like that."
"Like what?" My lips tingled traitorously. "Like you enjoyed it?"
His expression cracked for the briefest instant, and that was worse than outright denial. His eyes darted, anywhere but me — the broken window, the scorched floor, the blood-smeared wall. His ears burned red.
"I didn't." The lie sounded thin, stretched. "It was… nothing. Besides, I-i'm not even into men."
Nothing. Then why was he still breathing like he'd run a marathon? Why did his chest rise and fall, harsh and uneven? Why was his very obvious problem tenting his torn trousers like an inconvenient subplot? It would have disgusted anyone that is not 'into men'.
I cleared my throat. "Then, I won't talk about it anymore."
His eyes followed me, pressing his lips together as if to pout.
"Good. Don't." His voice cracked on the word.
The silence stretched until it hurt.
And then, because I'm me — because Kim Dokja has never once in his life shut up when he should have, I grinned. "You know, the constellations probably saw everything, right?"
Well, there was no need to announce that loud, the blue screen hovering above my face was dinging off like crazy.
Dare I say, I couldn't take a look at the obvious messages.
Joonghyuk's temple twitched so hard I thought a vein would burst. "We can't keep staying here forever, let's go."
I nodded as he grabbed my arm, rushing out of the building we once were.
Suddenly, another wolf-like monster appeared. I jolted in surprise. Is this another weird scenario? I don't understand.
However, Yoo Joonghyuk, spun on his heel and slashed the monster in half.
The thing hadn't even been threatening us.
It had just been crawling out of a collapsed storefront, confused, half-dead already. His blade cut it and the entire doorway behind it, into molten slag.
"Nothing. Happened," he muttered more savagely between swings, cutting down another monster that had been ten meters away.
"Exactly. But if you continue saying it like that repeatedly, I don't think you'd be anymore obvious."
He made another swing, this time decapitating a lamp post.
I leaned close to his ear. "Though you made some very unscientific sounds."
His sword froze mid-swing. His breath stuttered.
Before he could whirl on me, the night sky tore open.
A ripple split across the heavens like fabric being shredded. Neon letters ignited overhead, blazing in fire and frost:
[New Sub-Scenario Triggered!]
["Frozen Trial: Maintain Body Heat With Your Companion For Six Hours."]
[Warning: Failure results in instant elimination.]
The temperature plummeted instantly. My breath came out in a sharp puff of white. Ice crystallized along the cracked floor.
I burst out laughing. "Oh my god. Why is this happening now? What do you think Joonghyuk? Should we head back?"
Joonghyuk's knuckles whitened on his blade. "Shut. Up. We keep moving."
But the way his eyes darted to me — to the empty, freezing ruin of a city around us — told me he knew the truth: there was no firewood, everything was frozen.
I wondered how the others were doing.
This scenario demanded proximity. No, worse than that... intimacy.
I pressed closer, smirking despite the goosebumps rising on my arms. "Well. Science continues."
His breath hitched — a tiny, involuntary sound — and he immediately backed up, pressing himself against the wall like I'd pulled a weapon on him.
"This doesn't mean anything," he snapped, voice hoarse.
"Of course," I said smoothly.
But when I leaned forward, brushing deliberately close enough that my breath ghosted his jaw, I felt it.
That same rigid tension, that same betraying tremor in his chest.
The cold never explained everything.
Not when Yoo Joonghyuk looked at me like that.