Chapter 108

"Haa, ah...!"

Then, ejaculation followed, with the inside wriggling this way and that. As if proving that he hadn't done anything for half a month, the color of the semen was darker.

"Ah, ugh..."

As strength filled Soram's lower body, intense stimulation also came to Tae-un. His penis, which had helplessly bent his waist, also began to ejaculate. Only after starting to ejaculate inside Soram did he recall that there was no condom. Perhaps he had pushed it to a corner of his mind himself.

After both of them finished ejaculating, only the sound of heaving breaths remained where fresh moans had been flowing.

"Sorry. I did it inside."

"It doesn't matter... I had to scrape out the gel every time anyway..."

And before they knew it, their lips were attached again, and their penises regained strength. The two pairs of eyes that met were completely clouded with excitement. It was the same gaze as on the days when their dawn used to be long.

***

"Ugh, ah, aah, at, ah... ah."

It was as if they had returned to last summer. The humid air during the rainy season dulled other thoughts when they were left alone, and their movements became even more intense as they listened to the fierce sound of rain and thunder. That had become their fixed way of having sex.

When lips were visible, they kissed; when the nape of the neck caught their gaze, they bit there; and wherever there was a spot on the skin that caught their eye, they bared their teeth. It was the same for Soram. He left a tight bite mark on Tae-un's neck, left numerous handprints on his back, and pulled his shoulders to bite wherever he wanted, whether it was his collarbone or anywhere else.

Back then, when they were both curious and fearless, and now, when they met after half a month, heightened by their own thoughts. It was difficult to determine which was more intense.

"Soram-ah, hoo, ugh, haa."

Tae-un also knew that sex where breaths were bursting on both sides and racing as if they would suffocate was not common. When Soram was in the room next to the dormitory, when they went to work and ate together, and when he could reach out and touch him, he had thought, 'What if we leisurely mixed our bodies together at least once?' but now, there was no room for that.

And there would be this reason for all intense sex too.

"Haa, does it not hurt?"

"It's good. Heu, because it feels good..."

When he tried to make the pace even a little gentler, Soram shook his head and protested.

"Ah, no. Don't, stop, more, more, do it for me. Ah, ah."

The already wide-open hole turned red, and the buttocks and thighs that had been continuously impacted trembled incessantly, but Soram kept crying out for 'more.'

He was impatient as if this moment was the last, and he tried to see the end even if he had to push his body and overdo it. He knew it was an overblown thought, but when it came to Soram, Han Tae-un had no choice but to become a delusional patient over and over again. Especially now, when the reason in his head wasn't functioning due to the heat.

Where are you trying to go alone again? He chewed on the words to himself between his rough breaths. Soram didn't seem to hear it. Instead, Tae-un's hand, the ability activated by the awakener's will, pulled Soram closer.

"Heuk...!"

Soram closed his eyes tightly and contorted his entire face. The deepest part finally loosened limply. Tae-un pushed into that inside as if engraving himself.

"Hik, ha, Tae-un, ah, heuk!"

Sex made him completely possess the other person in that moment. However, it also made him impatient, like hugging sand with both arms and standing in front of the waves. Because Soram had already disappeared without a word while being held in his arms like this.

Tae-un propped his elbows on the floor. Soram was trapped inside his body. Feeling that it was still not enough, he grabbed his torso with both hands.

"Ah, heuk, aah! Ah, ah, ah! Kik, ah!"

Soram could no longer make any sounds in the form of words. The difficulty of sex was expressed through the tears flowing down his face. In the meantime, he must have rubbed his eyes, as the area around them was swollen red.

"Heu, more, do more..."

Tae-un lowered his head and approached him. The flood of unknown emotions was uncontrollable. Why was his entire chest throbbing as if he had swallowed hot alcohol as it was?

Soram's arms embraced the head that had been lowered with strange emotions. Tae-un slipped his arms behind Soram's back and pulled him tightly. Then, he heard a hiccuping breath near his ear.

"You, haa. Are you crying?"

"Ah, no, it's because, I feel it too much."

"..."

The penis rubbed between Soram and Tae-un's stomachs had already spewed out cloudy liquid two more times. Tae-un, who had wiped it on the white stomach with his hand and held it in his hand, began to move again.

Tangled together in a mess on the floor, Tae-un's penis never left Soram's inside for a moment. From a certain point, both of them pulled each other without even realizing not only the floor but also where they were.

"Haa, heu, ah..."

Soram couldn't even turn his head back to its place and lay with his legs spread wide open on both sides, shaking. Above his body, Tae-un's shoulders, who had somehow taken off all his clothes during sex, covered him.

Below that, the fingertips raised on the broad back wet with sweat slipped. Another pink line was added along the path where the rough fingertips had scratched and passed.

"Jin Soram, ...Jin Soram."

Tae-un also drove himself by pulling the other person closer. When they were both heightened and unable to have any conversation with each other, their appearance was sometimes like two knives rubbing against each other and sparking flames.

Perhaps Soram's impatience had been transferred. The impatience made him put more strength into his hands and made the movements penetrating the inside more violent. As if trying to stuff the other person into his arms.

Urgent and desperate as if there was no next time.

This was indeed the last time for today. Soram had already exhausted his stamina, and Tae-un, who had been on fire from the beginning, was also heaving as if he had run a long race. However, some heat and surge that had coiled up still remained.

Tae-un ejaculated once again while pulling Soram completely into his arms.

"Heu, it's hot, ah...!"

The exhausted Soram also experienced a light climax. It was a climax caused by the exhilaration of semen spreading inside rather than the excitement transmitted by the movement of the penis. Soram trembled with pleasure in a completely disheveled state.

While he was still intoxicated by the afterglow, Tae-un hugged him tightly and said,

"Jin Soram, don't go."

With his head buried in his neck, he added one more desperate plea.

"Stay here."

Soram neither pushed him away from his arms nor hugged him back. There was a slight sound of wind instead of moans near his ear, but he couldn't tell what it was.

A desperate wish creates a miracle.

That saying, which referred to all awakeners around the world, became urgent for Tae-un at this very moment.

***

Soram, wearing a white gown provided in the bathroom, walked out slowly while rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Tae-un had taken him to the bathroom, but he didn't want to entrust him with washing his inside that was dripping due to not using a condom.

The bed remained clean unintentionally thanks to spending several hours working on the floor. Soram buried his body in it with a thud.

Just turning his head to look at the clock, it pointed to 4 o'clock. There was about an hour left until the first train to Busan.

I should go back. Still, this much has resolved a lot of lingering feelings.

Two well-folded pieces of clothing were placed next to Soram's gaze with a thud. Then, Tae-un sat down, tilting the mattress.

"Put on your clothes."

"Your sense is bad..."

"You haven't even unfolded them to see what they are."

Even without looking at what they were, the fact that he had chosen a white top and jeans from his own closet was already unforgivable.

Tae-un, who had washed up before Soram, had gone to the headquarters. From there, he brought new clothes for Soram to change into and the carrier he had used when he came up to Seoul before.

"Did you dry your hair?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't hear the sound of a hair dryer."

Then why are you asking when you know?

"I dried it with a towel."

Ignoring the nagging to dry it properly, Soram turned his back to Tae-un. Things that were already bothersome were now a hundred times more bothersome.

Tae-un put his hand under Soram's shoulder and made him sit up. And he gave the water cup he had brought to Soram, who was swaying like a balloon doll and making a "heuheuheu" sound.

"Your throat is dry. Drink."

While gulping down the cup, Tae-un was looking at Soram. And as soon as he put the cup down, he spoke to him.

"How's your body?"

"I told you earlier. My condition is really good today."

Even that effect hadn't completely exhausted the aching through sex, but for having mixed bodies as if they would break each other, his condition was relatively intact. If he rested for a while, the aftereffects wouldn't be too severe the next day. At this point, Soram also felt that it wasn't simply thanks to his condition.

"Was everything okay at the headquarters?"

"There have been some changes since you left. Training has increased a lot under the leadership of Director-nim, and the frequency and intensity of rift occurrences have suddenly increased, so it's busy. How about Busan?"

"Hmm... I'm not sure about the training since I ran away, but the increase in rift occurrences and the faster dungeonification time are similar."

"Ah, and there's also a rumor going around that you knew in advance that the training would increase, so you ran away to Busan."

"How did they know! They're all smart."

His throat stung just from talking a bit longer. It seemed to have cracked from screaming and crying so much. Soram emptied the remaining cup. Tae-un stared at Soram blankly and said,

"...There's something called Heinrich's Law."

"I'm a high school dropout."

"No, it's not a theory that appears in textbooks or anything."

Soram faced Tae-un with a look that he was ready to listen with one ear and let it flow out the other. Tae-un sighed and said what he was going to say.

"It's a theory that before one major disaster occurs, 29 minor accidents with the same cause happen, and before that, there are 300 warning incidents."

"Uh-huh. That's a difficult thing to say."

"I hope it's just unnecessary worry, but I'm thinking that this might be similar to the current rift situation."

"Heinrich's Law was coined to point out the lack of management in early response, so isn't it different? Rifts can't be prevented from occurring even if we try to stop them."

"It's possible to prepare to reduce the damage... What, you knew about it. Why did you pretend not to know?"

"Because you had the face of a newcomer bringing concerns to the team leader after a long time, so I was too lazy to deal with it."

The approach was good, and there were some aspects that resonated to a certain extent, but the Great Rift couldn't be explained by such visible statistics. If that had been possible, he would have been able to figure it out in his previous life when he was the director for a while. Soram smiled drowsily, narrowing his eyes.

"If a big disaster happens, protect Seoul."

"...Okay. I'll work hard, even for your share."

He must be thinking that if a large-scale rift opens, it will be in Seoul. Soram gave a vague answer and curled up to lie down again. Tae-un placed his hand next to his head.

"I have something else to show Team Leader-nim."

"What is it?"

He covered the back of Soram's hand holding the water cup with his other hand. They had just had more intense contact than this, but having his hand held was different. Soram's heart jumped for a moment, and to deny that, he inwardly grumbled that his hand was unnecessarily large and hot.

At that moment, a sudden cold sensation was transmitted to his palm.