Chapter 173

Han Tae-un was originally a person who swallowed fire within his gruffness. When he regained the memories of his past life, the desire that the twenty-seven-year-old Tae-un had maturely hidden came to the surface. Like the twenty-two-year-old Tae-un who couldn't hide his emotions from Soram at all.

"Get up."

He pulled Soram out of bed. Supporting the waist of the body that staggered from being curled up for so long, he led him towards the door.

"I thought you'd need time to pour out all your emotions and sort out your thoughts, but that won't do. Come out. Eat."

Tae-un pulled Soram, who wasn't putting any strength in his legs, too easily. After being in the dark room, standing in front of the open door was dazzling.

The warmth from the person in front was hot, but Soram couldn't get out of the bottom of the pitch-black swamp. He had no intention of coming out himself, and rather wanted to sink. Soram planted both feet on the floor. As he resisted, Tae-un's steps also stopped.

"I know I can't be like this for long. Give me just three days. After that, there won't even be time to regret even if I want to."

"..."

"There will be many people worried, so I'll return to normal. But right now, it's just... impossible."

Soram was trying to fester, blame himself, and tear at his wounds until the pain became familiar, then cover it up when he could smile familiarly. Choosing such a method seemed very familiar to him.

"Three days is enough time for short-term memory to become long-term memory, and I don't think we should let your current mood continue. I feel like you might become like how you said you lived depressed in other lives I don't know about."

"Then what should I do... things that have already happened..."

"If you can't bear it without regretting, dig the ground as much as you want."

He turned back from the path out the door and brightly lit the room. Then he put Soram down on the bed.

"While you dig the ground, I'll try to play defense."

Tae-un knew one more way to stop Soram's thoughts besides sleep that came like fainting.

***

Pook.

"Ugh...!"

An impatient insertion came in. A red tinge rose to his face that had been darkly sunken. His two arms, which had been limp, also gained strength and wandered over the blanket.

"Ah, heup, heuuk..."

Han Tae-un's prescription was accurate. The countless scenes of regret going back and forth in his mind disappeared. There was no way he could think of anything else when his genitals were roughly thrusting up, spreading open his loosened lower parts. Every time something deep in his lower abdomen was pressed, his mind went blank.

Was this why he turned on the lights in the room? Tae-un's excited face, the body covering him, and the rough act of stirring his insides were all too clearly visible.

Though his thoughts had stopped, his emotions remained the same. Rather, they were heightened along with the physiologically welling tears. His sore eyes stung. Suddenly, he thought his puffy face probably wasn't a pretty sight. His trembling hand fumbled towards his face.

"Heu! Ah, ah, heuuk, please, slowly, ah! Just there, no, heup!"

As soon as he tried to think of something else, Tae-un dug into his prostate. Unlike his darkly sunken mind, Soram's genitals were fully erect, swaying with Tae-un's movements.

"Haah... ha..."

Tae-un was someone who knew Soram's body better than himself. The spots where he felt pleasure were rubbed alternately. As Soram got excited and tightened his back passage, Tae-un's breathing also became rough.

He had been looking at Soram's face without missing a moment from the start. When Soram had ejaculated two or three times and was exhausted, Tae-un placed one of Soram's legs on his shoulder. Their groins interlocked like two scissors spread open. He dug into the inside again in that position.

Puk!

"Heuk!"

As their lower parts slapped together, a deeper place opened up than where he thought it had already gone all the way in. Soram's genitals shed transparent liquid as if sobbing.

"Ah, inside, wait, too much inside, heuuk...!"

Despite his pleas, the inner walls continued to be stirred. The insides of his thighs, slapping together repeatedly, turned red. Probably the hole that the shaft had been rubbing against was also very swollen.

"Ah, aah, heut, ah!"

It was an insertion with little lubricant used. Yet the pleasure was greater than the pain felt. It was a clearly different reaction from their first sex in this life where he had to forcibly endure the pain.

At that time, he didn't know his own feelings for Tae-un. He only thought of repaying his guilt. After visiting Busan together, after realizing he liked him, not once had pain won over pleasure.

Even in the previous life, it wasn't that painful even though it was the first experience for both of them... Recalling the last moment in the annex, his throat choked up again.

"You're making a face like you're thinking of something bad again."

"It's not bad..."

"It's okay. I guess I was a bit too leisurely."

"What, what are you doing..."

His fingers were already spreading open the hole where his genitals were inserted. This time, Soram was truly surprised.

"Ah, no. Heuuk!"

His waist squirmed, but the fingers still managed to dig into the gap between the tightly attached shaft and the entrance with their fingertips.

"Heu, it's, tearing..."

"It might."

"It hurts! Heuuk, ah, auk!"

The fingers pried open the inside. Just one knuckle entered. In that state, Tae-un moved his hips again. The entrance was stretched to its limit and stung, and the surrounding mucous membrane became even more sensitive.

Soram panted, unable to immediately adapt to the sensation he was feeling for the first time. The situation where his lower part might tear was chilling, but it also brought his body, which he thought had used up all its energy, back to the peak of excitement.

"Heuah, eu, heong, ah, aah!"

"Yes, Soram-ah, rather, ugh, just cry. Don't, torment yourself, just shake off your sorrow."

"Han Tae-un, Taeu, ah, heup."

Pook!

"Aaak!"

The fingers that had been just barely hanging on went completely inside. The hole and the surrounding buttock crease twitched, swollen pitifully. Now, depression and despair were removed from Soram's face. It was overwhelming just to respond to all the sensations coming at him now.

When the thrusting started again in that state, his surprised face contorted with pleasure.

"Please, heu, down there, I, came, already, heuk!"

Soram's genitals didn't spurt semen. It seemed the brief dry orgasm was when his body stiffened when the fingers fully entered earlier. Yet as the uncontrollable stimulation continued, his whimpering changed to full-on crying.

His completely drained body still shook following the force roughly thrusting up his hips.

"Soram-ah, haah, ha. Ugh...!"

"Hueu, ah, ah!"

Before he knew it, he had been pushed back to the corner where he had been curled up earlier. Unlike when he was full of self-blame, now no thoughts came to him at all.

Soram wrapped both arms around Tae-un's back as he came close.

***

The reddened white shoulders heaved up and down, panting. The brown eyelashes were gently closed as if he had fainted. Tae-un, who had covered the naked body with a blanket, tried to get up from his seat. Then a powerless hand stretched out and grabbed him.

"Where are you going..."

It felt more like clinging in anxiety than asking a question. Tae-un covered the back of the white hand with his opposite hand.

"To wash you."

"..."

"It would be better to go together."

He picked up Soram without asking for his opinion. Soram obediently let himself be carried without saying much. Han Tae-un would continue to do this, even forcibly, to stop his thoughts. It was all because he was too kind.

Tae-un naturally moved Soram to the bathroom in the next room, that is, his dormitory bathroom. Then he washed Soram with rough but skillful hands. Even while languidly receiving the warm water coming from the shower, Soram couldn't fall asleep.

Eventually, he was put down on the bed wrapped in a large towel. Drying his hair was done haphazardly, and bringing clothes to dress him was also haphazard. Even in this situation, he chose only strange things for the top and bottom.

When he lay his body on the bed, it felt like every muscle from his shoulders to his calves was splitting into pieces. And some places stung unbearably.

"It hurts. It feels like it's torn."

"It's not torn."

"How do you know?"

"I was watching with the lights on the whole time. I checked while scraping out the semen too."

"Han Tae-un, you jerk. There was a time when you couldn't even make eye contact in the bathroom and waited outside."

"That was before we even had our first kiss. In this life, you pounced on me first."

"That was all because what remained of you acting frustratingly in my subconscious..."

Until now, throwing out fragments of the past had been self-talk treated as eccentric. Suddenly, it felt strange.

"It's good after all that I'm not the only one remembering."

"..."

"I don't know if it's a good thing for you too."

Tae-un now knew that the 4th Great Rift, which Soram had never been able to overcome even once, was approaching, and he could also guess its intensity.

The bed tilted to one side. Tae-un, sitting at the headboard, rubbed a piece of Soram's still damp bangs with his fingers.

"Tell me about the next Great Rift."

"Ah... I guess you wouldn't know that with just the memories of the last round."

"Yeah."

Soram blinked as if recalling something. Unconsciously, his body tried to stick to Tae-un's direction. Tae-un seemed to feel this too and got completely onto the bed, pulling Soram close.

"A siege dungeon... Like during Bukhansan, monsters with aggression appear en masse. This time it breaks out in Seoul. Because it's a densely populated area next to a bridge, there are severe casualties from the start."

Soram gripped Tae-un's clothes tightly.

"A black crack is drawn in the bright blue sky, and it grows instantly without time to do anything, and mutants come out endlessly from inside. They're animals that have changed to be very large and grotesque... most are five or six times human height. Some walk on two legs, and their teeth or claws are as long as knives. Unlike the 3rd time, there are various forms and types."

"..."

Also, the problem was that the numerous buildings in the city center acted as variables.

Tae-un seemed lost in thought about something. Soram stared at his face and asked.

"Want to go?"

"Where?"

"Where the 4th Great Rift breaks out."

It seemed to be unexpected words, as he looked a bit surprised.

"...You looked like you wanted to try something."

Tae-un met his eyes for a moment and then got up.

"Okay. Let's go."

Soram and Tae-un left the dormitory in casual clothes. But the two were caught before they could pass the main gate.

"What are you two doing?"