Chapter 74

Both penises became completely hard inside the palm. Soram's shirt was all crumpled from twisting his body on the sofa.

"Han Tae-u, n."

"Ugh..."

What aroused Tae-un was Soram's current appearance more than the act. Soram's face was flushed and his eyes had somehow become wet. Soram vividly showed with his body that this was his first time doing such an act. Tae-un's mouth became even drier at that sight.

He thought he came to like Soram out of admiration and a desire to cherish someone who sometimes looked precarious. He only realized now the extent of the dark greed within those feelings. He wanted to monopolize this appearance and reaction all to himself.

The sound of skin rubbing against each other had at some point changed to a wet sound. A thin liquid beaded from the urethra that opened and closed with a small gap and flowed between the shaft and the palm.

"Haa, ha, hng, ah..."

"Ugh, kuh."

The gap in Tae-un's grip narrowed a little more. Strength entered Soram's butt and thighs. The firm muscles twitched.

"I, ah, think I'm going to, hng."

The more aroused he became, the more he twisted his body this way and that, causing the clothes hanging on his butt to go down a little more. Both penises turned bright red, and the moans of the two grew louder.

"Heuung!"

Finally, Soram raised his shoulders while gripping the sofa. And white liquid poured out from the hole in the center of the glans that had been oozing.

"Ah, haa...!"

Soram came first. Tae-un looked at Soram's appearance and moved his hand a few more times roughly while breathing heavily.

"Haah!"

Soram, who was stimulated during ejaculation, let out a loud moan. Soon, Tae-un also reached a climax with both penises still in friction.

For a while, only the rough breathing of the two could be heard in the room.

Tae-un slowly lifted his upper body that had been covering Soram. While he pulled out a tissue from the living room table and wiped his hand, Soram opened his wet eyes.

"...So there are things like this too."

The two in disheveled states looked at each other, their shoulders heaving slightly. Tae-un let out a low sigh.

"Jin Soram."

"What?"

"Don't ever... tease me again, saying I'm from the countryside or a potato."

"It's true that you came from the deep countryside! I saw your whole neighborhood."

"Then did you come from a wildlife sanctuary or something?"

"What are you saying all of a sudden?"

Tae-un silently got off Soram completely. Although Tae-un wasn't putting his weight on Soram, just him moving away from above felt like something heavy pressing down had disappeared.

"Why? Want to move somewhere else and do it?"

"No."

He stood next to the sofa and tidied his clothes. After putting on his underwear and pants, he also buttoned up his shirt. "What? Why are you getting dressed again?" Soram's legs also had his own jacket placed on top.

"Jin Soram."

He plopped down on the end of the sofa.

"Think more carefully."

"About what...?"

"Up to here, as you said, it can be considered a mistake made between friends who can't get married or have lovers, but not beyond this."

"I said I'm fine with it."

"Think about whether you really want to do it, not just that you're okay with it. And know one more thing. I don't mind you treating me as a partner, but once I cross the line, I absolutely won't be able to treat you indifferently. For life."

The moment the desire to monopolize Soram rose, the positions of friends, teammates, etc. that he had been trying to hold onto became irrelevant. No, rather, he wanted to throw them away. He began to yearn for a unique position, not those that anyone could be.

Everything was a first for Soram. His actions and words in the situation a little while ago clearly revealed that. The joy of becoming the person who had that would probably tie Tae-un to Soram's side for a very long time.

Tae-un gripped Soram's knee. The hot palm pressed firmly on his knee.

"So think more carefully, even for a day longer."

* * *

The police had requested a visit for investigation only for the victim, Chief Han Tae-un, but the headquarters sent a reply that Team Leader Chief Jin Soram would also attend.

Chief Jin Soram and Chief Han Tae-un arrived at the station at exactly 1 o'clock as notified. In front of the police station where the mysterious assailant who had attacked Tae-un was escorted, several reporters had been lined up since the day before. As soon as the two appeared, numerous camera shutters were rapidly pressed. The two passed through, leaving only the words that they had nothing to answer yet to the pouring questions.

Among the employees inside the police station, there were quite a few who had watched the entertainment show <Let's Go to Work!> last weekend. The dormitories stuck together, same-age friends, the same team facing each other all day long. The appearance of the two, whose chemistry was bound to explode, recorded a considerably high viewership rating.

Jin Soram and Han Tae-un, who entered the inside of the police station, were wearing the same black suits as in the broadcast.

"Field Operations Bureau Team 7, Team Leader Chief Jin Soram and Chief Han Tae-un."

However, Soram, who had shown an easygoing smile in the broadcast, had the opposite expression and voice. The two introduced themselves with the stiff faces of public officials and received guidance. Tae-un followed half a step behind Soram with his blunt appearance as it was.

"They left..."

A police officer patted the back of a junior who dejectedly lowered the paper he had planned to get an autograph on. They couldn't even strike up a conversation because the atmosphere was different from what they had expected.

"Well, they're also on official duty, and they came to see the person who stabbed them."

"That's true..."

Not knowing the longing gazes, the two entered the interrogation room. Right. Seeing them clearly distinguish between public and private matters was honestly cooler. Convincing themselves like that, they withdrew their lingering feelings.

Also, although it was completely different from the close same-age friends, there was a feeling that the cold hierarchy between them somehow suited them. As if the two had been like that before.

Through the glass, a person sitting in front of an iron table could be seen. The elegantly puffed up hair had deflated a little, but she was still sitting with a straight posture and smiling. It was hard to imagine that appearance being in an interrogation room.

"Han Tae-un ssi, is that the person?"

"Yes."

"I really have no memory of her."

Soram, who had been looking at that face for a moment, flung the door open and entered. Oh no, the detective reached out his hand to stop him, but he had already plopped down in front of the culprit. The eyes and mouth of the culprit, who had been smiling gently, drew a steep curve and laughed.

"Oh my... You've come in person with your precious body."

"Of course I have to come. You said you hate people who break rifts."

Soram crossed his arms and legs in front of her.

"If you had a grudge against Han Tae-un for breaking rifts, you'd have more against me."

"I see..."

Hoo hoo hoo. The culprit laughed out loud. The whites of her wide-open pupils were bloodshot.

"I want to tear you apart and kill you so badly."

"Try it."

Soram responded to the terrifying words with a smile baring his teeth. The murderous intent shown by a person obsessed with an ideology was not to be taken lightly, but Soram responded with the same amount of emotion. Smiling faces exchanged as if trading knife blades.

Click.

The door opened again behind Soram's back. It was Tae-un, who had received yesterday's investigation report and entered in place of Soram, who had abruptly gone in. Since there was no reason for the assailant to threaten the victim here, and it was a situation where a request for cooperation had been exchanged with the headquarters, the police decided to leave Soram alone for a while.

Tae-un placed the file in front of Soram and stood behind him. Just as the culprit was about to open her mouth upon seeing the unharmed Tae-un, he glared at her heavily. With Soram in front of him, his gaze became fiercer than when he was stabbed with a knife the day before.

Facing two 1st-grades with hostility, cracks appeared on the face that had been composed. However, she maintained her expression by trembling the corners of her mouth.

Soram handed the file Tae-un had given him back to him.

"A law school student should look at this rather than me."

"I understand."

Tae-un took the file without a word. He seemed to have skimmed through it outside, as he just held it quietly instead of opening it. Two police officers also entered to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances. Of course, there were also people watching from outside the magic mirror.

"Why did you stab my team member?"

"Hunters, your organization is going against the providence of the world."

"Your stabbing went against common sense and the law of the world."

"Rifts are beings created by nature untouched by human hands. Humans must not dare to lay their hands on them."

"Isn't it an inflated ego to represent the providence of nature yourself?"

"Nature does not speak, but if you listen closely, it conveys its will. Just like an earnest wish coming true."

"You're really a pseudo-religion I've never seen before. But you, who listened closely, are a 5th-grade, and I, who don't give a damn, am a 1st-grade. It seems like nature loves me more, don't you think?"

"Even after receiving such a blessing, you will pay the price of going against providence by becoming covered in blood someday."

"I've already been covered in blood a lot until now, and that's all from getting hurt because the rifts that weren't eliminated in time turned into dungeons. And..."

Soram put his fist down on the table. The action was light, but the iron table made a fairly loud sound.

"The reason you're unharmed now is because I followed the common sense and laws of this side, not your providence. If stabbing someone you don't like with a knife is providence, this conversation wouldn't have happened."

The hand lifted from the table with a crumpled corner rested on his chin.

"I'm better at using knives, you know."

"..."

The airtight confrontation paused for a moment. The two still did not take their eyes off each other's pupils.

It's like a battle between a psychopath and a sociopath... One of the police officers standing behind whispered in a small voice. It was clearly audible to Tae-un's 1st-grade hearing, so Soram must have heard it too.

"You're young."

The culprit spoke softly.

"I can see it just by looking at that light ability of yours. A young child who grew up in a wealthy family and grew up preciously without any hardships. In that peaceful world, your earnest wish would have been something like wanting to fly in the sky."

A sound of "huh" automatically came out of Soram's mouth. Perhaps because he had only met people from the headquarters who knew his family situation to some extent, it was a refreshing evaluation he was hearing for the first time in his life.

"So?"

The culprit's eyebrows wriggled as she read the clear ridicule.

"That ignorance will also eventually face misfortune according to providence."

"I'd be glad if you think that way. Come and try stabbing me with a knife next time."

Something firmly gripped Soram's shoulder. He could tell who it was just by the size of the hand on his shoulder.

"Why?"

"It would be better not to say such things."

Tae-un said in a lowered voice. Perhaps because the clothes had become thinner, the warm heat of his hand seemed to touch his shoulder.

"May I also ask a few questions?"

"...Yes. Go ahead."

The hand was pulled back down. Soram only belatedly noticed that his fingertips had been slightly stiff after Tae-un's hand disappeared.

Soram glanced back at him, but Tae-un was staring directly at the culprit.