Side Story 2. Perfect Weather (6)

Their bodies had become completely hot. His mind, pickled in hours of pleasure, was hazy with reason, and perhaps due to heightened emotions, tears welled up faster. As a side effect, a throbbing flutter bloomed inside.

There was a time when they had sex as if being chased. It was because Tae-un was so good, but it felt like there wasn't much time left. He had greedily craved him, trying to receive even a little more of the affection Tae-un gave. Even though they weren't in the same situation now, the urgency remained. He wanted to be connected with Tae-un more, and the more he touched him, the more he craved.

It was rougher and longer sex than usual. The reason they were driven to this level of excitement was because Tae-un was excited together. Tae-un was very pleased that Soram craved him. So it seemed Tae-un couldn't extinguish the fire seeing Soram like this today.

Soram clung to him, actively moving his hips up and down to match Tae-un's movements. Not because the end was approaching, but because this moment was so good. He was holding on so tightly that his arms ached, unable to contain the happiness right beside him. Without thinking of anything else.

"Ah, ah...! Han Tae-un, heu!"

When his name was called, Tae-un turned his head slightly. His short hair brushed roughly against the side of Soram's face touching his. Soram didn't turn his head. Intoxicated with emotion, there were words he wanted to say, but it was still too much to say them while looking into his eyes.

"...Heu, I, I love you."

Tae-un's movements stopped for a moment. A breath passed, its expression unknown as Soram couldn't see his face. Then the answer came.

"I love you very much. Soram-ah."

Yes. He knew he would return it twofold.

The briefly paused intercourse resumed its pace as if nothing had happened. After doing something ticklish, the sexual sensation rose even faster.

"Heua, ah! Ah, haeu, hik, ah, aah...!"

As the climax approached, Soram's waist, which had been bouncing up and down, stiffened. Tae-un supported his back and tightly hugged his shoulders, thrusting his genitals into the deepest place. There, he too had what must have been his umpteenth ejaculation.

For a moment, only their hot breaths mingled in the gap.

"Mmm..."

And as if it were a natural progression, they kissed face to face. It wasn't a hurried ravaging of mouths, but a slow movement of caressing each other's tongues and mixing heat. It was a signal that the burning possessiveness had somewhat subsided after having each other to the point of trembling.

Tae-un leaned his body, and Soram was laid down on the bed with him. Even in that position, the slow kiss continued a bit longer. Soram reached out and fiddled with the area near Tae-un's ribs. The still excited muscles and the bumpy texture felt good to touch.

At the end of the long kiss, Tae-un brushed back Soram's wet bangs. As his body, which had been stiff with excitement, melted onto the soft blanket, his eyes quickly became languid. He remembered it was one of the beddings Tae-un had carefully chosen. Unfortunately.

"It keeps coming out. We'll have to throw away the blanket, not just wash it..."

Liquid continuously flowed down the crack between his buttocks. Even laughing ridiculously made his stomach tense, opening the swollen folds and causing semen to leak out in a gush. Even considering that Tae-un had used some lube after coming to the bedroom, he didn't know how much they had done it.

"It's okay."

Soram stared at him. His eyes deepened with languor, his still straight nose bridge, slightly swollen lips. A soft laugh began to bubble up.

"As expected, I don't think I should be the director."

He wriggled his body closer to Tae-un.

"If I want to date you like this and roll around to my heart's content, I shouldn't do that kind of thing."

"I think you'd do it all while excitedly working me to the bone even if you became director."

"...You're strangely relaxed since it's not your business. It's annoying. Learn from Team 1 members' campaigning. How enthusiastic they are for their team leader."

"I told you. I want to see you sitting in the director's seat too."

"You mean you want to see the Rift HQ completely ruined?"

"You'd do well once you actually do it. You, Jin Soram, are good at taking care of your subordinates. And you don't dislike that either."

Soram's expression gradually became sullen.

"That's the same for other long-serving chief-level hunters too. Ga-eul has been doing a good job as chief for several years now."

"I'm not trying to persuade you because I think others can't do it..."

Tae-un pulled Soram's shoulder and held him in his arms. Soram sniffed softly. His body odor was stronger than ever.

"I mean don't refuse the opportunity because you're buried in the memory of taking the director's position in the worst situation. Now is completely different from then. You're not taking over because the director passed away, and there's no one for you to feel indebted to."

Soram listened to his voice without moving. Only small breaths spread out.

"You did well in this life. You ended up protecting everyone and saving the world, right?"

"..."

Soram lowered his eyelids while resting his cheek on Tae-un's arm pillow.

"I threw documents at your face when I was director."

"It didn't hurt at all, and it's okay."

"How would you know that?"

While not even having memories of that life. Soram muttered and pressed his fingertips firmly on Tae-un's forearm as if grasping it.

"In any life, I would have answered like that. So it's okay."

As if not wanting the atmosphere to become heavy, Tae-un patted Soram's buttocks. Just before the last spark went out, it flared up as if hit by a sudden gust of wind. Even so, it was too much to blaze fully and would slowly die out again.

Until the 20th round came, their relationship had gotten worse with each round. He must have vented his frustration at his own lack of ability on Tae-un. And only when the dungeons became stronger and he gave up everything, thinking it was impossible to win, could he see Tae-un's heart. Like a fool.

So in this final life without regression, he had no intention of thinking about useless things every day. He would stay by Tae-un's side, the top priority of this life. ...Though he didn't know an obstacle like the director vote would approach that resolution. Even though the atmosphere wasn't such that it felt like a great crisis, he was still dumbfounded.

"Ha, what if I really end up becoming it?"

"If you get elected but absolutely hate it no matter how much you think about it..."

Then what? Tae-un, looking into Soram's eyes, said with a voice mixed with laughter after a short groan of "Hmm."

"Shall we run away?"

"What's that?"

"I have experience in running away with you too."

Ah. Soram could immediately recall a certain scene.

Even though he had received confirmation that it was just a past event when visiting that annex again, he still felt a stinging sensation in his nose when remembering that moment. This memory and emotion would not disappear for a long time.

"I don't like that."

Rather than that, he might as well become the director. Why make you, who has become a hero who saved the world, run away? You, who have just regained peace and are living according to your age.

Soram lifted his head slightly and asked.

"Is school fun?"

"Well. Some parts are fun, some parts are boring."

"What's fun about it?"

"That there are many diverse people. And that battles are fought with words, not bodies."

Tae-un gently stroked the wet back of Soram's head.

"You might do better at it."

"I hate studying."

"Maybe you have a separate field you're interested in."

Even while thinking he was saying nonsense, Soram imagined what it would have been like if he had met Tae-un at a place like school instead of as hunters. Becoming ordinary friends, going around various places near the school...

Thanks to Han Tae-un, he started thinking about places he originally couldn't even pay attention to. Soram, letting out a long breath, lowered his eyelids. Now he didn't even have the energy to fool around anymore. The delusion that ended with a hollow laugh took away the last bit of strength that remained like a speck of dust.

"Sleepy?"

"Of course..."

"Sleep. I'll wash you. You won't be able to sleep much if you have to go to work tomorrow."

"Won't you skip school tomorrow and come to the office with me?"

"Okay."

"...Alright, that's enough for now."

Soram surrendered his body to the overwhelming sleep.

***

Jin Soram was not an easy opponent.

Even though he had amazing sex yesterday that awakened the happiness of this life, and was soothed while being held like melting pudding, his mind hadn't changed.

Director... Of course, he didn't think he could stay in the chief position until he reached that age, but he would dodge here and there like a greased bouncy ball to avoid troublesome things as long as he could!

For that reason, Soram floated in the air, alternately looking at the place where a small rift had occurred and the scenery behind it.

"Hmm, the weather's nice."

A cool breeze blew pleasantly in the direction of his gaze. It was worth stealing Tae-un's dispatch. Tae-un, sensing something suspicious, had refused saying it was fine, but he couldn't win against Soram.

"The target's good too."

Thus, the current location was a bit away from the National Assembly building. To be precise, it was about 1km away, but it was close enough that if an attack went astray while breaking the rift by 'mistake', it could slightly damage the corner of that building.

That should be enough of an accident. He would receive some disciplinary action, pay a fine if told to, and then when the members of the National Assembly heard the news that Soram was a candidate for director, they would jump up saying, "That guy, what!"

"Sorry, Kim Ga-eul."

In about 3 years, if you can't handle it and you tell me to take it, then I'll consider it. Not now.

A sword was drawn from Soram's waist. It was already a stretch that an attack from here would bounce all the way there, but he calculated the angle to at least make it look plausible. It would be troublesome if it accidentally hit a traffic light or streetlight of similar height. Not because of the damage to property, but because that level wouldn't lead to disciplinary action.