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Chapter 752

With just a few words, the man silenced Yuder for a moment, then broke the silence with a sigh and a smile.

"I didn't expect to be so startled, it's my fault for noticing too late and not behaving properly."

"It's not about blaming you, Commander. I just..."

Kishiar appeared to have settled everything immediately after the incident, looking refreshed. However, sensing the emotions transmitted, Yuder inferred that Kishiar still harbored a similar fervor. It's just that after seeing the wound on the leg, he was quickly moving past it.

This would lead to Kishiar's intended outcome, and having cooled off, he would be able to sleep comfortably. Logically, that was the right decision.

But logic doesn't always point to the right answer.

Yuder struggled to define the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts within him but decided he didn't want to back down.

The man, already adept at suppressing even his basic sexual desires through strength, had likely led himself to climax just now not only to avoid awkwardness but also because he had promised not to extinguish that heat in Yuder's presence.

His calm and characteristic consideration weighed heavily on Yuder's heart.

Today felt like the day Kishiar had been completely liberated for the first time.

Just the fact that Yuder had recognized this made him happy, smiling at the one who had laughed joyfully. He didn't want to be the reason for Kishiar to fold his wings he had finally spread, regardless of any injuries or situations Yuder might face. He wanted to prove that he could continue to move forward with Kishiar, no matter what.

So, for tonight at least, he wished for Kishiar to spread his wings fully.

Even if it was greedy, still.

Because he had seen that face, smiling awkwardly yet brightly with joy.

'Yes.'

That was what Yuder wanted to convey to Kishiar, the essence of the freedom he longed to share with him.

"..."

As Yuder struggled to organize his thoughts, a hand intervened, preventing him from habitually biting his lip. Their eyes met, connecting their gazes.

Without a word, Kishiar seemed to wear an expression as if he had already heard all the words Yuder wanted to say.

Silence flowed, and finally, Kishiar furrowed his brows, letting out a somewhat painful smile.

"So, this is what it means to understand each other's feelings. Everything I tried to hide and sort out has been conveyed to you, and in turn, I can't ignore the passionate and straight desire you hold."

"..."

As the thumb that had been pressing and rubbing under Yuder's lips delved slightly inwards, Yuder hesitated for a moment before wrapping it with his tongue. The skin began to moisten silently with saliva, but Kishiar did not withdraw his finger. After confirming this, Yuder moved further, biting down on the finger that had entered his mouth and then letting go. The force was enough to leave a faint mark but not to cause pain.

Looking down at the finger with the mark, Kishiar exhaled deeply.

"As the old saying goes, the most frightening persuasion is not one that strikes the mind but the heart."

Indeed, there was no fault in that saying.

As the whisper tickled his ear and the finger slipped from his lips, Kishiar leaned down once more, deeply embracing Yuder's lips.

After a deep kiss that left Yuder's head spinning, the man finally raised his head. A faint smile, as if he was lost in the resurgent, unexpected heat within his reddened eyes, faintly lingered.

Though unsure of the details, Yuder instinctively realized that he had partially unfolded Kishiar's long-suppressed desires. His heart, initially bewildered, swelled with relief and joy.

"…Commander."

"Just once more, but not here."

His fingers lightly gripped Yuder's hips before releasing them. Yuder, slightly dissatisfied, retorted.

"Why not?"

"I have eyes, I know full well that my size isn't something to enjoy carelessly without thinking of the aftermath. I don't want to overexert someone who has much to do tomorrow. That would be nothing short of criminal."

It was a stark admission, yet it rang true.

"But..."

"But just because we don't use that doesn't mean we can't be satisfied."

Before Yuder could say it was okay, Kishiar spoke softly yet firmly, interrupting him. Simultaneously, his fingers moved slightly above the hip, pressing into the flesh of the thigh.

That alone stirred a sensitive sensation inside Yuder's untouched skin, causing his body to instinctively shudder. Seeing this, Kishiar's red eyes twinkled with a knowing smile.

"I might have been clumsy just now, leaving you wanting, but it won't be the same this time. I'll prove there's a way to please us both without using that."

His hand, holding the thigh, slid upwards. Yuder felt the need to speak out about one particular limitation.

"Lying face down won't work."

"I know. You dislike not being able to see faces. I remember that much, so don't worry."

As his hand continued its ascent, leaving a trail of tingling sensation on the skin, it finally stopped at the ankle. The man, holding Yuder's ankles crossed, smiled sweetly, then suddenly lifted them onto his shoulder. Yuder was forced into a position where his thighs were tightly pressed together.

Unable to guess his intentions, Yuder blinked in observation. Soon, the scented oil from the bathhouse drenched the space between Kishiar's hand and Yuder's leg. The warm, slippery liquid, heated by the bathhouse's warmth, was strongly infused with Kishiar's intense scent, enveloping Yuder.

"..."

"I'll penetrate like this. Tense the insides of your legs... and focus on me."

Though Yuder didn't grasp the meaning with his mind, his body reflexively tensed in response to the heated voice.

Kishiar, gripping the ankle on his shoulder, pushed his lower body forward as if to penetrate. Yuder felt the hot presence sliding between his legs, instinctively tensing deep inside. However, Kishiar's member didn't enter a hole but slid over it, forcefully wedging between the tightly closed thighs, drenched in scented oil.

The sensation of the oiled flesh sliding against another's skin was startlingly unfamiliar. A gap forcibly opened between the tightly closed thighs, above the perineum. The hot tip of Kishiar's manhood slid up, piercingly pressing against Yuder's own sac and shaft. In that moment, Yuder involuntarily gasped in surprise.

"Ah!"

It was merely a frictional stroke between their groins, yet Yuder felt a dizzying surge of pleasure in an instant.

In the moment the enormity entered, the sensation of being opened was distinctly different from what could be felt in the belly. Yet, there was undeniably a similar pressure. Yuder, startled by this experience he had never encountered in his previous life, gasped for breath as Kishiar watched his reaction intently, a smile gracing his lips.

"...Didn't I say it would be good for both of us?"

That was all that could be said. Yuder, feeling the rapid thrusting movements of the hips, tilted back his head.

The insertion, inevitably necessitating caution, was similar yet entirely different in every aspect. The body was roughly shaken due to the much faster slipping and thrusting movements, and an unfamiliar heat emanated from the skin heated by friction.

"Ah, ah... Ah... Ah!"

But what was clear was that this unfamiliar act was indeed pleasurable, just as Kishiar had said.

The relentless and unyielding tip of the phallus pierced and pushed up the perineum, causing shivers and involuntary twisting of the hips every time it brushed against bone and hole. The sensation of it sliding under his own organ, piercing through the thighs, was so stimulating that Yuder could hardly adapt to it.

Yuder, uttering moans as they came, grasped Kishiar's arms. The man, not losing his grip on Yuder's ankles crossed over his shoulders, firmly held them and pressed his lips there.

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In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

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"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

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He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

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He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

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He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

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"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

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