TWLPOD 30

Lost in the afterglow, his focus hazy, Kay had his gaze shifted from him to the semen that was dripping down, having drenched the back of his hand. Aran gently stroked his thigh, where fine tremors were still running through it.

“Ah… Just a moment…”

But as if even that was a stimulus, Kay’s hand, which was gripping Aran’s wrist, tightened. As a faint light began to return to the eyes that were blinking slowly, gradually, Aran matched their wavelengths again, but perhaps because he was already stable, Kay did not get swept away by the excitement and instead gasped for breath.

To be clear, Aran had intended to stop right here.

That is, just to the extent of feeling satisfied by caressing Kay, and making the semen, whiter than his white skin, spill out onto it.

“Kay?”

“Stay, still.”

Right now, when the path that had grown close to the source was clearly felt… The objective was achieved. For now, he was going to be satisfied with that. Until Kay’s moving hand touched the tip of Aran.

“Kht.”

At the short moan Aran let out with a frown, Kay thought he could understand a little why Aran would aim for his weak spots whenever he had the chance. The feeling of omnipotence, as if dominating the other person, even for a moment. The satisfaction of making that ever-composed face flushed with a single hand. All of it was a pleasure different from something sexual.

Feeling the pulse in his palm, he touched Aran’s. He could vividly feel the volume that stirred at even the slightest twitch. His pride hurt by the comparison to his own, which had just ejaculated, Kay moved his hand boldly. He could feel a hot breath that was unbecoming of Aran.

“So, you have a weak spot too.”

“Hah… Don’t be a fox.”

“I’d be a wolf.”

Aran, whose most sensitive spot was being rubbed, squeezed his eyes shut.

“Was I like a wolf?”

Barely holding back the rush of wanting to ejaculate, Aran gave a light peck on Kay’s ear. Kay, who flinched but did not avoid it and kept his hand moving, stimulated Aran’s erogenous zone, which he had noticed long ago, over and over again. Feeling the rough breaths being spat out hotly in his ear, Kay also rumbled his throat and focused. The act of actively touching another person’s genitals already felt like he wasn’t in his right mind, so he no longer had any thought of gathering his scattered reason.

It was rather comfortable once he decided to go crazy. At the end where their breaths and heat, which could not be said to belong to anyone, tangled, Kay even grabbed his own, which had started to get excited again, and pressed it against Aran’s. A wave of pleasure crashed over him.

“See. It feels, good, right?”

When he glared up at the provocative tone, it was covered by a kiss. The tingling sensation transmitted through the tip of his tongue was so good it was thrilling, and he couldn’t deny it. Using the fact that his mouth was blocked as an excuse, he answered with his hand instead. The tip of Aran’s, which had grown to a size where it couldn’t expand any further, repeated its twitching. Wanting to inflict the pain masked as pleasure that Aran had given him, he rubbed the tip of the urethra, and his tongue was bitten, and even that felt so good that a laugh escaped.

To feel pleasure by completely exposing each other’s vital spots and tormenting only the weakest places.

‘I’ve never learned anything like this.’

Looking at the face in front of him, he thought of someone far away. And as he licked the lips that were redder than usual, he flicked his fingertips in a movement that resembled that tongue, and something hot gushed out.

“Kht. Ugh…”

White, sticky semen flowed down. Dirtying Kay’s hand, which was still gripping his penis.

The liquid, which somehow looked whiter than his own, gave off a fishy smell yet felt clean somehow, and Kay stared blankly… up at Aran, who was drenched in a pleasure that had turned his mind into a blank slate.

‘Ah. So this is his face.’

No matter how much one insisted that guiding was in the realm of treatment… And said it was nothing more than a pseudo-sexual act…

This was sex. Pure sexual intercourse, copulation. No kind of sugarcoating was possible.

‘So… that’s how he was sure.’

His eyes met Aran’s as he opened them, and their lips overlapped once again. The words that flowed in between their touching skin were, dreadfully…

“Should we go one more time?”

“I’m tired.”

“So you don’t dislike it.”

…dreadfully sweet.

The self-loathing of one whose inner thoughts had been exposed was swallowed up by a pleasure that was more like a tidal wave.

On the path from the lounge on the first floor of the barracks to the dining hall, if you walked along the awning that stretched to the left, you would reach the training facility. It was one of the most crowded places in the center at all times, equipped with everything from simple exercise equipment, sparring rooms, and combat simulation halls to spaces for meditation and rehabilitation.

And in one corner of that training facility… numerous gazes were directed towards the matted area.

“First time seeing him.”

“He’s small. Do you know how old he is?”

“He was in that citadel raid this time, right?”

Kay, who had stretched out his legs and bent his body forward flexibly, did not move for a long while… Then CRUMPLE! he crumpled the mat.

‘Son of a bitch.’

His face was covered by his arms, so his expression wasn’t visible, but he was seething.

“Hah…”

Kay, who stood up with a sigh, mulled over the sensations still lingering in his body, then slammed his fist into the punching ball placed next to the mat. POW! A rough bursting sound split the air. He had only hit it once out of frustration, but it was surprisingly refreshing, so he swung his fist a few more times.

‘Right. I’m a crazy bastard too.’

He had seen the various addicts in Willamere and couldn’t understand why they were so swayed by a pleasure that was nothing more than a fleeting moment, but now he had come to know that irresistible temptation.

‘No. But I’m not addicted.’

Spitting out words that sounded like an addict’s denial, Kay swung his fist.

Only after punching it until the back of his hand was tingling did he feel a little clearer inside, and he wiped away the sweat that had beaded up. Kay, who was heading towards the water dispenser because he was thirsty, bumped shoulders with someone. He staggered from the weight, but the man who seemed to have bumped into him passed by without a word of apology.

‘What the hell?’

He was a tall man, who looked to be about 2 meters, and with his brawny muscles, he was quite bulky, so the thought ‘Does he not know he bumped into me?’ crossed his mind. But as he passed by Kay, who was about to seriously move his muscles, he bumped him again. Thud.

This time too, there was no apology.

Once is a mistake, but twice is intentional. Kay put down the dumbbell and moved to follow the big guy. When he stood in front of him, who was sitting on the bench press and in the middle of a chat with his friend, his gaze followed.

“Hm? What is it. Why?”

“I’d appreciate an apology.”

The man sneered, looking at Kay who was much smaller than him.

“An apology? For what?”

“You bumped into me. Twice.”

“I did? Did I?”

Kay looked down at the big guy without answering. He was a big man even in height, so even though he was sitting, his eye level was similar to Kay’s, who was standing.

“Oh my, I guess I didn’t see you because you’re so tiny. Sorry. Happy now?”

The man placed his hand on Kay’s head and messed up his hair roughly. The people around watched with interest or tense faces as the large hand rummaged through his black hair.

And SMACK! a sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out, and the man’s arm was flung away. It happened in an instant. Kay had hit him lightly, and the man’s body recoiled.

“And what if I’m not happy?”

Kay asked, his hair still disheveled.

The man, who was pushed back by a stronger force than he had expected, seemed flustered for a moment, but then he narrowed the distance with Kay with a ‘well, well’ expression.

“Then what. Can’t be helped. I’m about to work out now… would you mind moving?”

“Oh, really?”

Kay watched the man sit down on the equipment bench, then lifted his foot.

Pushed by the merciless kick, the man fell without a chance to grab onto anything, and a loud noise was made, as befitting his heavy body.

“Should I say sorry now too? But what to do. I’m not sorry.”

“Are you crazy!”

“Are you the one who’s crazy? If you’re going to pick a fight, you should see who you’re dealing with.”

“Ha,” the man burst out in a scoff.

“You must not be afraid of anything now that you’re from the slums and have the Repard name attached to you, huh?”

“Don’t show off your lack of a brain. Why do you think that guy would bother looking out for me?”

“That’s because your aftertaste is so amazing, isn’t it?”

It had already been a month since he started living in the center and receiving missions. Kay had realized that they held two main emotions towards him. Expectation and contempt. Sometimes a combination of the two. But either way, they were the same in that they didn’t see him as a person.

“Ha.”

A laugh escaped from Kay without him realizing it. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. It wasn’t the first time he had experienced something like this, and he had long graduated from feeling shame from such taunts, yet a hollow laugh burst out. It was because yesterday’s events had automatically replayed in his mind without him noticing.

“That’s right. That bastard couldn’t come to his senses.”

“Then how about it… you think guys like us could get a taste?”

And Kay was a person who, as much as his ability allowed, returned what he received.

“By all means.”

Tying his hair back with the rubber band he had worn over his bracelet, Kay dusted off his hands.

“Pfft! You want to spar or something? Forget it, man. Using abilities in the training facility is forbidden.”

“I know.”

With a flick of his finger, the opponent puffed up his body as if he had been waiting for it.

“I don’t have a hobby of bullying the weak.”

“You talk a lot. Not confident?”

“You little dick!”

He had expected it from the moment he picked a fight, but the incoming fist was one that the man could be quite confident in his skill with. But Kay got into a stance and deflected the fist that was aimed precisely at his face, digging in on the inside.

“Ugh!”

And when he struck upwards with the side of his hand into the armpit, between the outstretched arm and the torso, CRACK! the sound of a bone dislocating was heard. And before he could even feel the pain of the dislocation, the huge body, with an acceleration equal to gravity due to its weight, floated in the air and then crashed face down on the floor.

THUD—!

It was a vibration that shook the ground beneath the feet of everyone in the training facility.

Thanks to that, the attention of even those who were working out while listening to music was focused. The big guy, still unable to grasp his own situation in the midst of what had happened in an instant, blinked his eyes, and Kay leaned his head over him.

“Guys like you are nothing new to me.”

Bastards who look down on you for being small. Who look down on you for looking young. In the end, they are bastards who look down on, bully, and exploit anyone who seems weaker than them. Unfortunately for them, when it came to survival skills in the world of the law of the jungle, Kay had the upper hand.

“W-wait…”

“If you like hierarchy so much, you should get a taste of it.”

The sound of muscles tearing and bones cracking came from the body of the man who prided himself on never having been lazy with his physical training. It was the result of Kay kicking him up with all his might.

“Keok!”

He threw up food while in mid-air. As undigested food spilled onto the floor, gasps flowed from all around.

“You… you fucking bastard…”

“Still haven’t come to your senses.”

Kay placed his foot on the back of the big guy who was trying to get up from his prone position. Mocking the big guy who was trembling and holding on like a plank with the will not to be meekly crushed into the floor, Kay also put his weight on him.