MIM 81

By the time they returned to the mansion, Ma Jae-seung was delirious with a high fever. As soon as the engine was turned off and the sound of the corpse dancing stopped, a sea of fire engulfed him as if waiting for him this entire time. He was caught in the sensation of being burned alive, and then, in the next moment, his breathing became stuffy as if he were buried deep in the ground. The basement of the villa was gradually narrowing from all sides. He struggled, but eventually, the walls became so close that it was difficult to even stretch out his arms and legs.

Trapped. He would never escape for the rest of his life. A lukewarm warmth permeated his shivering body. Someone was there, soaking a towel in warm water and wiping his sweat-soaked body, pulling a cozy blanket over him.

“It’s okay.”

It was Shin-woo. The only presence who stayed by his side, not only in reality but also in his hallucinations.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here.”

Only then did he smell the familiar scent of his pillow. As he realized that he was on the bed where he slept every night, the basement walls slowly disappeared. As the gray walls blurred, distinct features gradually came into view. Cool, straight eyebrows and gentle eyes, a glossy shine along the bridge of his nose, and neat lips. It was a face he could draw even with his eyes closed, but today it drew his attention more than ever.

Brushing back Ma Jae-seung’s hair as he blinked slowly, Shin-woo was carefully checking his condition. As his fingers pleasantly tangled in his damp silver hair, his lips parted involuntarily. His breath came out hot. He realized he was panting only after his pheromones had been released uncontrollably. The suppressants had no effect at all, so his rut had finally started right on schedule.

The timing was bad. If he was already having hallucinations and now that he was experiencing rut, he didn’t know what he would do again. Moreover, in a few hours, his withdrawal symptoms would make his life a living hell.

Shin-woo, who couldn’t sense pheromones, didn’t notice right away. Not wanting to get excited, Ma Jae-seung squeezed his eyes shut. A warm towel was rubbed against his bare chest, which he had been enduring until his underwear was completely soaked through and through. The hand that gently wiped along the curves where sweat had gathered stopped at his collarbone.

The sound of heavy clothes falling to the floor echoed. When he opened his eyes, Shin-woo was taking off his own clothes, leaving only the black turtleneck he was wearing underneath. Long legs, having shed his pants, stepped onto the floor, and soon his underwear fell down, revealing his firm buttocks without a single ounce of fat on it. He rummaged through his top one last time and pulled out handcuffs.

In the dim room of the afternoon, they faced each other. The brown eyes, once thought to be beastly, held a precarious light. As he took a step, Ma Jae-seung propped himself up on his elbows, sitting up with his body like a ball of fire.

Shin-woo, handing over the handcuffs, held out both wrists. Two hands gathered obediently like a prisoner. Hands that had wielded violence. Hands that had shoved a corpse into a sleeping bag and destroyed evidence.

Hands that had held his cheeks and stroked his forehead.

The sound of the handcuffs clattering as they fell to the floor echoed. At the same time, freed hands lifted Shin-woo’s body up. After slamming Shin-woo, who was staring with wide eyes, onto the bed, he pressed his wet crotch directly against his. As he felt the pressure on his stiff penis, pleasure spread and dopamine soared. A tingling sensation, similar to what he had felt for a fleeting moment right after taking the suppressant, colored his vision.

“Ugh, ah…”

Pulling down his underwear, he pulled out his soaked penis and rubbed it against Shin-woo’s. As he hit and rubbed his shaft and crushed his hardened balls, he quickly got wet. That beta, helplessly soaked in the pheromones of a fake alpha, got excited. Ma Jae-seung shook his hips, rubbing their wet genitals together. The penis pressed between their touching bellies continued to rub, becoming unbearably hot.

Each time Ma Jae-seung bumped his lower body, Shin-woo’s legs, wide open, shook violently in the air. Not knowing where to put his hands, which weren’t handcuffed, he grabbed the back of his knees. Thanks to that, his clean bottom was clearly visible. Darkly colored perineum below his large penis and tightly shrunken wrinkles. That part of his skin was reddish because Ma Jae-seung had rubbed it all over with his dick.

Cool hands measured the heat on his forehead. Even in the midst of excitement, he was instinctively and constantly checking on himself. Ma Jae-seung rubbed his cheek against the palm of his hand, which was relatively cool, and gripped it. The hand he had believed could harm him at any time, carefully cupped his cheek. While continuing to rub their dicks together, he flipped his palm over each time his consciousness flickered from pleasure and rubbed his nose against his calloused hand.

“Ugh, uh…ah, ah.”

Finally, semen gushed from the dick that had been rubbing and rubbing. Shin-woo was trembling his thighs and seemed bout ready to reach climax. The fluid that spurted from his penis fell in a shower over his chest and belly. Cloudy semen stained the black turtleneck messily. As he witnessed the moment of ejaculation, he felt a surge of orgasm as well. Ma Jae-seung, letting out a long breath, propped himself up with one arm and grabbed Shin-woo’s turtleneck. As the shirt that had been covering his pelvis rolled up, the scars that embroidered his body began to appear one by one.

From the long scar on his side to the small remaining wounds, the arduous times that could not be summed up in a single phrase, “I’ve been through a lot,” were densely engraved on his skin. Like his own body, his body had been torn and healed countless times. The only difference was whether scars remained or not, but the pain would have been the same. Ma Jae-seung slowly traced the body that swelled and tightened each time he breathed in and out. The bumpy skin gradually became smooth, and soon the scars disappeared without a trace. Even though he knew it was a hallucination, he couldn’t escape.

Shin-woo stopped the hand that was rolling the shirt up to his neck. The scars that had disappeared in the blink of an eye returned. Shin-woo lowered the turtleneck with the semen on it, covering his scarred body, and spread his buttocks, urging him to insert. The hole, shrunken because it wasn’t lubricated at all, fluttered slightly. As the desire to squeeze his penis by shoving it in as it was gnawed away at his reason, Ma Jae-seung bent his feverish body and grabbed Shin-woo’s turtleneck with both hands.

With a tearing sound, the turtleneck ripped into shreds. Ma Jae-seung, lifting Shin-woo halfway off the mattress, tore off the tattered shirt with one hand and threw it away. The clothes that could no longer be worn were sprawled over the handcuffs, discarded on the floor.

Shin-woo, not wearing a single thread, looked up at Ma Jae-seung, awkwardly raising his upper body. The hand that had been twitching on the large scar on his side slowly fell onto the sheet. He let Ma Jae-seung’s feverish gaze scan every corner of his body with a calm face.

The air was heavy. It was turbid with the smell of heat, and chaotic due to the fading reason and the effects of the drug. In the center of all that chaos, only the sight of Shin-woo was clear.

He grabbed the arm of the guy who was about to lie back down and turned him over. The tension on Shin-woo’s forehead eased after resisting for a moment, and he obediently knelt on all fours. A large burn, which had always been hidden by shirt garters, was cast red on his bare back. As he endured the burning heat and looked at the damaged skin, a hallucination of flames flickering over the damaged skin bloomed. Willingly, Ma Jae-seung buried his head in those flames.

As he pressed his flushed forehead against the dark burn marks, Shin-woo shuddered. Feeling his back muscles tighten, Ma Jae-seung grabbed his penis and pressed it against the other man’s dry hole. The seminal fluid, generously secreted for the rut that would soon begin in earnest, seeped between the wrinkles. Even if he only rubbed his glans slightly against the narrow entrance, transparent fluid would gush out, so there was no need for a separate lubricant.

“Ugh…”

As he gradually pushed his glans into the soaked hole, making a path, the loosened wrinkles had already swallowed the head tightly. It felt like it would break if this continued. Ma Jae-seung groaned, enduring the pressure mixed with pain and pleasure. His wet bangs drooped as his forehead, which had been pressed against his back, slipped. With his chest pressed tightly against the other man’s back, he slowly put his weight on it and pushed his penis into Shin-woo’s body. As the shaft, thicker than the glans, pushed into his rear, Shin-woo swallowed his breath.

“Hot.” Ma Jae-seung closed his eyes and buried his nose near Shin-woo’s temple. When he pulled his hips back, Shin-woo’s buttocks followed, and when he thrust forward, they collided with a thud, moving as one. The overlapping bodies were slippery with sweat, and it felt like they were melting together.

The illusion that they were being swept up in flames together carried him away.