Turning

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Chapter 753

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.

The pronounced shinbone, the calves slightly mottled with traces of abrasions, and the lean top of the foot—Kishiar's lips glided over them continuously. Each time he lifted his waist, Yuder involuntarily flinched, feeling the heat of those lips even on his twitching toes.

"Just there, ah…!"

Just as Yuder was about to protest that it was dirty, the man, firmly gripping the ankle, drew the curled toes into his mouth with a red-lipped suction, drowning out Yuder's voice. Despite the more intense sensations arising from their clashing lower abdomens, Yuder couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

The tongue, capable of seducing anyone, now humbly worshipped Yuder's feet. The eyes that frankly revealed his pleasure mirrored every reaction of Yuder's wide-open eyes and body.

Yuder and Kishiar had intertwined many times, and during the previous heat period, Yuder had completely submitted to the man's lips. However, this indulgence felt new. Previously, there had been a purpose, a soothing intent, but now it was purely for the sake of the act itself.

Kishiar, like a beast satiating its hunger, began to move his hips more quickly and resiliently than ever. Their bodies churned together, stirring the sheets like frothing waves.

The repeatedly rubbed inner thighs burned hot. Despite the slippery oil, some areas stung sharply. However, this mild itching and irritation strangely intensified the pleasure.

Doubting his own affinity for pain, Yuder swallowed his moans. Kishiar's movements, sometimes pressing up beneath Yuder's genitals and reaching near the navel, stirred an erratic array of sensitive sensations.

As these sensations accumulated, Yuder, already having climaxed several times and finding his insides growing hot again, tried to resist instinctively but in vain. Kishiar's timing was impeccable, thrusting hard at the perineum.

"…!"

The tingling sensation that started deep within surged upward, turning the numbness in his testicles into a wave of pleasure that didn't culminate in release but took a different direction.

The sensations, spreading deeper than before, quivered like a dam about to burst.

At the moment when his instinct sensed an imminent explosion, Kishiar bit down hard on the tendon above Yuder's heel. Yuder gasped and arched his back.

Pleasure burst inside him like a breached dam, sending shivers cascading wildly. With eyes wide and mouth agape, Yuder experienced a depth of pleasure more intense than ever, despite the minimal release.

Simultaneously, Kishiar, on his second climax, released so much that it drenched past Yuder's thighs, soaking the closed groin and buttocks area.

For a moment, Yuder lay still, feeling the sensations that had swept through his body, breathing heavily. Indeed, Kishiar had not lied. It was an incredible experience, one that was hard to believe could be achieved without physical insertion.

Kishiar finally lowered Yuder's ankles, which he had stacked upon each other. As Kishiar's grip released, Yuder's thighs fell apart weakly, revealing his disheveled lower abdomen. The area, soaked and smeared with scented oil and semen, looked indecently raw, still marked by the redness caused by friction.

Yuder, seemingly indifferent to this, didn't pay any mind, but Kishiar's gaze lingered there for a long while.

"...Why do you look so intently?" Yuder asked.

"I was just reminiscing if I had ever seen anything as beautiful as this in my life," Kishiar replied thoughtfully.

Yuder frowned slightly, silently bringing his legs together. Kishiar chuckled softly and reached for a long cloth entangled at the head of the bed, gently wiping Yuder's damp skin.

"Did it hurt?" Kishiar inquired gently.

"Where do you mean?" Yuder asked.

"There, from before."

Kishiar's finger hovered teasingly close to the inside of Yuder's thigh. Yuder glanced down indifferently, then shook his head.

"No... Not at all."

If anything, Yuder wondered if he had actually enjoyed the sensation of being rubbed.

"That's good to hear."

Having cleaned Yuder's skin, Kishiar lightly kissed his forehead once more. Though the gesture was similar to before, his demeanor seemed more relaxed, more content. Yuder, having achieved what he desired, felt a deep satisfaction blossoming from within.

With their purpose fulfilled, the vivid connection of emotions they had shared seemed to quiet down, closing off as before. They lay comfortably together, their limbs entwined, feeling each other's heartbeats.

In Kishiar's embrace, none of the thoughts that had previously troubled Yuder's mind could intrude. Surprisingly, everything felt calm, clean, and peaceful.

Peace. Despite the irony of the word in their current context, it was undeniably fitting.

As Yuder slowly savored this unfamiliar sensation, a low voice suddenly broke the silence.

"I had something I wanted to ask earlier, but can I ask it now? It can wait if you're sleepy," the voice said gently.

Yuder opened his eyes reflexively, shaking his head as he met the speaker's gaze.

"No, I haven't fallen asleep yet. Please, go ahead."

What could he possibly ask? Yuder pondered, but then a question he hadn't anticipated at all was posed.

"I was curious why, after dealing with the Southern merchants, Nathan returned seemingly unscathed, but you came back exhausted and disheveled. I heard from Nathan that you used an enormous amount of power unexpectedly while dealing with them?"

Yuder felt as if he had been caught off guard, momentarily speechless.

"It seems that might be the cause of your condition, but I never heard anything related to that in the reports. Was there a reason you needed to use such strong power then?"

The moment Yuder recalled Aton's face, the brief peace he had felt was momentarily disturbed.

Given that the man had always been overly sensitive even to minor injuries Yuder sustained, it was natural for him to harbor questions, especially since Nathan Zuckerman, who had been with Yuder on the mission, returned much later yet unharmed. It seemed that Kishiar had been too preoccupied with other matters to address his concerns about this particular issue.

However, he couldn't very well admit that his mind had been completely thrown off because all the candy Kishiar gave him had shattered, could he? It just didn't seem appropriate.

"That was... I thought it wasn't worth reporting, so I didn't mention it."

"But?"

The man gently caught the tail end of my words and questioned back.

No matter how Yuder looked at it, Kishiar’s face didn't seem like it would let Yuder go until he heard a convincing truth.

'...If Kishiar really wants to find out, he could easily learn it by questioning Aton, who's been captured, instead of me. Yet he asked me first, probably wanting to hear my side of the story.'

It was something that couldn't be completely kept secret anyway. Recalling it was unpleasant, but Yuder decided he had to confess at least a part of it.

"...Sir Zuckerman is right. There was a bit of an incident when dealing with Aton, the leader of the Southern merchants. I exerted quite a bit of strength. Had I known that something was happening here too, I would have restrained myself. I only regret that now."

"What happened?"

Kishiar, like a ghost, deftly avoided all the unnecessary parts of Yuder's words and pierced straight to the heart of the matter.

"...Do you really need to hear it? It's nothing of importance for the Commander to worry about."

"If it involves you, it can't be unimportant. It must have been a significant matter for my usually calm and far-sighted assistant to use his strength so recklessly. It doesn't make sense for me not to know about it."

He had expected him to react roughly like this. Yet, knowing it didn't make it any easier to stop such words.

Sigh. A sigh naturally escaped his lips.

'Can't be helped.'

"...They broke."

"Hm?"

"The things you gave me in the carriage, they shattered while I was fighting that man. That's why it happened."

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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?

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A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

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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.

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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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