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    Chapter 123

    After a long while of kissing, Lee Kangil’s lips slowly trailed downward.

    From the very beginning, Nahyuk had already grown hard, and Kangil pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his shaft, as though even the precum dripping down was something to be cherished.

    Even such a brief kiss heightened the pleasure strangely. Every place Kangil’s lips brushed burned with heat.

    Kangil gently held the insides of his thighs, spreading them as far as he wanted. Though it wasn’t the first time his legs had been forced open, Nahyuk could never quite get used to it.

    In the blink of an eye, Kangil’s face lowered further.

    He sucked on Nahyuk’s balls as if savoring sweet candy, then pressed his lips to the wrinkled hole.

    “K-Kangil, that place…”

    Sucking there was… Nahyuk tried to stop him, but when Kangil’s tongue teased his opening as if tickling him, a moan escaped.

    “Ahh…”

    The more Nahyuk resisted, the bolder Kangil became, teasing the entrance more aggressively. The smooth tongue felt like it was trespassing somewhere it shouldn’t.

    “It’s glistening, makes me want to fuck you. But I should hold back—for your body’s sake.”

    “After sucking as much as you wanted…”

    “What was that? You want me to suck somewhere else too?”

    With that sly remark, Kangil’s lips closed around Nahyuk’s shaft.

    The hot, wet mouth wrapped around him, and every brush of the soft inner flesh against his length made Nahyuk’s hips jerk.

    They’d already had enough sex earlier to keep him from needing to touch himself for a while, yet he couldn’t deny the rush of climax building again.

    Sensing he was about to release, Kangil let go of his shaft.

    “If you finish alone, I’ll be upset.”

    As he said it, he pulled out his own swollen shaft. Soon, the two cocks pressed together.

    Kangil took Nahyuk’s hands and wrapped them around both their shafts, then covered his hands with his own, stroking them together as if they were masturbating.

    “Haa…”

    The saliva coating Nahyuk’s shaft only heightened the friction. He panted, on the edge of release.

    It wasn’t only Nahyuk who felt it; Kangil’s furrowed brow showed he too was close, struggling to contain his arousal.

    Their lips met again, sealing tightly, shutting out everything else.

    Nahyuk was the first to spill, pleasure tearing through him like his very energy was being drained away.

    Even as his body slumped, Kangil kept stroking until his own climax burst forth, warm seed spilling over Nahyuk’s shaft and stomach. At last, Kangil lifted his lips away.

    “Why does it feel so good?”

    “…Haa…”

    “Maybe because you’re too beautiful.”

    “But I can’t go anymore, Kangil… I’m really exhausted.”

    “Of course, of course. I even held back from fucking you—I can hold back more.”

    He brushed the sweat-soaked hair from Nahyuk’s forehead gently.

    “Just lie still.”

    With heavy-lidded eyes, Nahyuk watched him. Kangil soon returned with a wet towel in hand.

    He began carefully wiping down Nahyuk’s body.

    “You can sleep. I’ll take care of everything.”

    “Mmm… You cleaned me up earlier today too, didn’t you? Thanks.”

    “If you’re thankful, then kiss me first next time. If you catch me off guard with it, I think it’ll make me really happy.”

    “That’s not a hard promise.”

    It felt like such a Kangil-like request.

    Nahyuk gazed at him quietly as he wiped him down with the same seriousness he showed during sex.

    He watched without tiring, until his eyes closed on their own. The languid drowsiness after release was impossible to resist any longer.

    At his ear, Lee Kangil’s pleasant voice echoed the words I love you.

    * * *

    Nahyuk woke with a strange sense of déjà vu.

    Collapsing into sleep after making love, then waking again, reminded him of yesterday morning.

    It was close to dawn. Lately, he felt as though he kept waking up at such early hours.

    As for Lee Kangil, who always slept heavily, he was still sound asleep.

    Nahyuk simply blinked in his arms. In any case, his legs still had no strength, and climbing out of bed would be difficult.

    He hadn’t even taken all of Kangil, but even just their mutual exploring had required far more stamina than he realized.

    Blinking idly like that, he grew restless and carefully picked up his phone.

    Several notifications had piled up during the long hours he hadn’t checked it. The ones that stood out most were from Kim Daon and Seo Dowoong, who seemed to have taken turns messaging.

    Daon hadn’t asked why he wasn’t replying, but instead sent messages asking how his day went and what he’d been doing.

    Nahyuk belatedly scrolled through Daon’s daily life.

    He prepared meals for his younger brothers as usual, did the housework, then sat in the park under the warm sun.

    Photos were attached in between, making the messages feel even more vivid—almost as if Nahyuk himself had shared those ordinary moments with him.

    Nahyuk thought he wanted to feel the sunshine with Kim Daon in real life too.

    Seo Dowoong, on the other hand, had sent repeated messages demanding why he wasn’t answering.

    Asking if he was sick, and if not, then to reply immediately… Having realized he liked him, Dowoong was less prickly than usual, but people didn’t turn kind all at once.

    He had even called twice.

    Nahyuk let out a long sigh. He thought it was time to make his feelings for Kangil clear to the two of them.

    Telling Seo Dowoong wouldn’t be hard. He could send a message right away.

    On impulse, he began typing a reply.

    —Seo Dowoong. I’ve decided to be serious with Kangil. I know it’s unfortunate for you, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped contacting me.

    With one short, blunt message, he hoped this going-nowhere relationship would finally end.

    But as for Kim Daon, he didn’t want to answer with a message.

    At the very least, he wanted to face him in person and refuse politely, so that loving someone wouldn’t remain as nothing but a wound.

    Nahyuk knew how painful it was to be rejected. He didn’t want Daon to feel that same sadness.

    When would be best to meet? The sooner, the better. If Kangil woke, maybe he could even discuss it with him.

    He checked the last notification.

    The next chapter of Even in Ruins, Flowers Bloom had been uploaded last night. The ending was drawing near.

    His hand tapped the alert without hesitation or fear.

    With Yoon Noah already dead in the novel, there was no reason left to be afraid of the original plot.

    Episode 85 continued the story of Yoon Noah’s death.

    Seo Dowoong’s regret for treating him so heartlessly, Kim Daon’s guilt for not caring more despite thinking they’d been on friendly terms, and Lee Kangil’s grief for having loved him quite sincerely.

    All of them mourned that reckless man.

    Even with that quiet sadness lingering, Seo Dowoong and Kim Daon’s love only deepened further.

    Kim Daon comforted Seo Dowoong in his sorrow for Noah, and found himself drawn to this different side of him—softer, warmer than the man who treated everyone else so coldly.

    Seo Dowoong, too, fell deeper in love with Daon, thinking, who else but him could comfort me so sincerely?

    And Kangil hadn’t simply been consumed by grief.

    He began to wish others would never have to feel the same pain he did. For someone so far from altruism, it was a startling wish.

    With that uncharacteristically selfless resolve, he threw himself into drug research, hoping that no one suffering Noah’s illness would die so meaninglessly again.

    At that moment, something in the text caught Nahyuk’s eye.

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