TYMIR Ch 37

“Yoonyi, breathe.”

As the slender body remained frozen and unmoving, Hyowon slightly lifted the ankle that was raised in the air, grasped it, and gently kissed along the pale skin. Chup, chup, as the soft touch of his lips landed, Yoonyi finally began to breathe slowly.

“……Eung, Y-Young Master. You’re too, too much.”

Yoonyi, with tears the size of chestnuts welling in his eyes, looked up with his gentle eyes wide.

“It’s alright, hm? Look, it’s not all the way in.”

“Heuu, I-I don’t know.”

The small hole was stretched to its limit, making the folds pull taut and the area around them become red and congested. Hyowon gently stroked the area with his finger.

“Ahh……. D-Don’t touch me.”

“Does it still hurt that much? I think it would be best to stop. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt.”

As soon as his touch landed, the slender shoulders trembled startlingly. At the sight of him, so thoroughly frightened, Hyowon’s eyes quickly drooped as he muttered. The phallus, still filling his insides completely, remained hard and erect, showing no sign of shrinking, and the passion in his eyes blazed like the fires of hell. Yoonyi hesitated for just a moment, then lifted his legs and gently wrapped them around Hyowon’s waist.

“……Y-Yoonyi?”

At the faint touch of skin wrapped around his waist, Hyowon’s eyes trembled slightly. As if still asking what he meant, Hyowon looked down. As their eyes met, Yoonyi covered his face with his small hands. Soon, a clear laugh echoed in the cave.

“I don’t know how you manage to only do such lovely things.”

“……I-I don’t know.”

It truly felt like his face had not just ripened like a persimmon but had become mushy and was about to burst. Yoonyi couldn’t bring himself to lower his hands.

“Yoonyi, let me see your face.”

The gentle voice endlessly echoed in his ears. Despite that, Yoonyi just shook his head, bung, bung.

“Hm? I told you I want to see it. I don’t know why hyungnim is so stubborn.”

His clear, white skin was flushed bright red from his chest to his neck and even his faintly visible forehead. As Hyowon, who had been watching this silently, added a playful tone, the palm that had been covering his face soon tilted down, revealing sharp, upturned eyes.

“Are you finally showing me?”

“How can you j-joke, even in a situation like this?”

His transparent skin was red in patches, as if an early autumn had come. Even that was so beautiful it was unbearable. As if facing a fluffy white fox, a lopsided smile naturally formed on Hyowon’s lips. Yoonyi glared up at him and shouted fiercely.

“No, I did it because you are truly lovely.”

Hyowon whispered into his ear and slowly rotated his hips. The flesh, which had been loose, seemed to cling tightly once again.

“Haeu, eung……”

As the unfamiliar sensation, as if his tender flesh was being trampled bit by bit, spread through his body, Yoonyi squeezed his eyes shut. His feisty attitude from just a moment ago was gone, and his entire body melted limply. Only then did Hyowon slowly begin to thrust.

The saliva that had pooled deep inside his guts made a shallow splashing sound, chalbak, chalbak, like stepping in a puddle. Yoonyi could only manage to let out short breaths. The two shadows, which looked as if painted by an artist on the cave wall, now moved as one. The glans, buried deep inside, seemed to scratch the mucous membrane as it pulled out, only to be driven back in fiercely.

“Haht……”

Every time it did, a part of his body vibrated, jing, jing. The stake-like foreign feeling was gone, and a greater pleasure rapidly spread through their joined parts. Hyowon, who had been thrusting his hips relentlessly, suddenly grabbed Yoonyi’s reddened member, which was leaking precum, and shook it.

“……Hauk! Ah, Y-Young Master, let go.”

At that, Yoonyi lifted the eyelids he had closed. His once-clear eyes were now glistening with arousal. Yoonyi twisted his hips frantically to shake off the hand. Every time he did, the deeply lodged phallus pressed against various spots on the inner walls. His weak struggles were all too easily subdued by the strong grip.

“Stay still.”

Hyowon languidly stroked the member he was holding from the root to the glans, then began to pound his hips, kung, kung, while persistently rubbing the tip, which was oozing clear fluid, with his palm.

“Aheuk……. Ah, eut.”

At that, his black pupils momentarily rolled back, and Yoonyi’s whites showed as he briefly passed out. He only let out moans, as if there was no pain at all anymore.

As if shaking off clinging flesh, Hyowon repeatedly pulled back his hips and thrust. Before he knew it, transparent liquid had pooled and was dripping from above the hollow of his navel. Hyowon let go of the member he was holding and firmly gripped his own slender wrists. Then, with all his strength, he thrust his hips upward. So tightly that not even a wisp of air could pass through.

“Ah, heuk……!”

Yoonyi’s toes, which had been kicking in the air, curled pitifully, and the tremors of his erect member soon spread throughout his entire body. Pik, pik, cloudy white semen splattered in all directions.

“Heu, heua, eung, ah-heuh…….”

Yoonyi’s body went limp like a waterlogged cotton quilt, and he could barely manage to gasp for breath.

“……Keuk.”

The hole clenched so tightly that it was impossible for him to pull back. It felt as if his member was being wrapped snugly with a rope. A deep wrinkle formed on Hyowon’s usually smooth brow. Presently, a heat intense enough to cook his insides spread through his belly. Only then did Hyowon slowly pull back, and a milky seed trickled down from the hole that hadn’t fully closed.

“Yoonyi.”

Having just ejaculated, Hyowon called his name, breathing raggedly. Yoonyi could only manage to roll his eyes to look at him.

“I truly adore you. I adore you.”

“As do I, Young Master.”

The bow of Hyowon’s jeogori, which was always neat, was half-undone. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. With a completely disheveled appearance but his eyes shining brightly, Hyowon spoke in a tone devoid of any wavering. Yoonyi’s slender cheeks flushed as his lips parted. Soon, a gentle kiss like a soft drizzle began to linger on his skin again. As he took off his jeogori, a firm body drenched in sweat instantly fell upon the dry one.

“……Eut, Y-Young Master.”

The already thoroughly heated body let out a moan at even the slightest stimulation. Hyowon frantically pushed his flesh into the tiny opening between those lips, as if drinking in his breath. Their breaths mingled with a kiss so thick it felt like their souls were blending together.

“I adore you, Yoonyi.”

Hyowon repeated it like an echo several times as he settled between Yoonyi’s legs. Then, into the hole flowing with seed like a spring, he plunged his hard, swollen member in one swift motion.

“Hahk!”

The soft, pliant hole accepted him so very willingly. In an instant, it passed the entrance dripping with semen, and the sensation of it slithering up the winding inner walls like a snake felt foreign.

The hard glans crushed the flesh as it aimed for a deeper place. Even so, Yoonyi wrapped his trembling arms around Hyowon’s neck. Their wet bodies pressed together without a gap, and soon, with a slapping sound, Hyowon began to thrust again.

“……Ah-heuh, heu-eu, Young Master. It, it feels good.”

Not content with just hugging his neck tightly, Yoonyi wrapped his lean legs around his waist. The union deepened, and he quickly passed the point of climax. The glans pounded against the wall that was firmly blocking its way. Each time it did, Yoonyi cried out over and over. Hyowon moved his hips violently, like a surging tide. Soon, a white foam began to bubble up from the hole.

“Keut, Yoonyi.”

The inner walls trembled as if in spasm, biting down on the shaft of his cock, making Hyowon thrust even faster. Yoonyi’s member, already limp from repeated ejaculations, barely managed to lift its head stiffly as it was repeatedly rubbed against hard abs. Hyowon continuously stamped kisses on that lovely face. As he was thrusting deep inside, at some point, the wall that had been blocking the way crumbled.

“Heo-heuk, Y-Young Master, st, stop……!”

As the glans pushed past the flesh into a deep place it shouldn’t have entered, Yoonyi’s eyes rolled back into his head. His entire body convulsed violently, and a transparent liquid that could hardly be called seed flowed from his member, stickily coating both their bodies. The inner walls contracted rapidly, growing even hotter. An sudden urge to urinate washed over him, and the delicate hands clutching his nape began to frantically push against his firm chest.

“Hoo, Yoonyi.”

“Ah, wai, wait……. Y-Young Master, ha-heuk…….”

As if casting everything aside, Hyowon slammed his hips down violently. Peok, his member once again buried itself all the way to the colon along the inner wall.

“Heu-eu, heu, heu-eu…….”

His insides vibrated, and then, a clear stream of water shot out from Yoonyi’s member in all directions. Like a broken doll, Yoonyi lay with his eyes rolled back, barely managing to pant through his slightly parted lips.

“Y-Yoonyi?”

Hyowon, having finished late, hurriedly lowered his gaze.

A faint mist settled around the limply sprawled body, and suddenly, Yoonyi turned into a small fox. The fox, small enough to fit in one’s arms like a fluffy white ball of yarn, could only pant continuously, its little pink tongue hanging out of its tiny mouth.

“I apologize. It seems I pushed you too much according to my own desires.”

Hyowon, at a loss, carefully lifted it into his arms.

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It felt as if a thick winter quilt had been piled on top of him, and he couldn’t move. He tried to make a sound, but his throat was so dry that all that came out was a faint, wheezing breath. After moving his mouth for a while, what came out of his adorably parted lips wasn’t human speech, but the pitiful whines of an animal, Whimper, Whimper. Startled by his own cry, Yoonyi’s eyelids shot open.

Whimper?

He tried to make a sound again, tightening his throat, but no voice came out. Yoonyi quietly looked down at his front paws, which were as fluffy as cotton bolls.

“Yoonyi, are you coming to your senses now?”

As the ball of fur in his arms kept squirming, Hyowon gently turned his gaze to it. Startled by the voice coming from above, Yoonyi shot his black eyes upward.

Hyowon was looking at him with a worried face, his clothes disheveled. For some reason, even the bow of his jeogori was completely untied, offering a glimpse of his firm chest.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

His neat face, wet with sweat, was laden with worry as he abruptly leaned his head towards the little fox. Staring blankly at him, Yoonyi’s buried memories finally began to resurface. Including the mortifying memory of having wet himself. The fluffy tail that had been fluttering lightly in the air stiffened, and the fox suddenly whipped its head away.

“……Y-Yoonyi?”

Not only that, but Yoonyi leaped out of his arms and turned his back completely towards the cave wall. The sight of his cotton ball-like back was unusually unfamiliar. Hyowon’s voice trembled greatly in his shock.

“Why, why are you acting like this? Hmm?”

Hyowon was now half-kneeling in front of the little fox, fidgeting incessantly. At the innocently clueless question, Yoonyi let out a small sigh. Then, he turned his head slightly and suddenly shouted, Eureung! Such a sharp sound came from that tiny mouth that it echoed throughout the cave.

“……Are you perhaps still holding what happened earlier against me?”

The black bean-like eyes on his face seemed to be narrowed in a strange way; he was clearly angry. Hyowon remained silent for a moment, then stealthily closed the distance and raised a hand to stroke his head. But that fluffy, cotton-like front paw suddenly smacked his hand away, and he even turned his head to the side.

“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I was too aroused and couldn’t control myself.”

The hand hanging in the air hovered for a moment before dropping limply. Come to think of it, that liquid at the end had been far too clear to be seed. Lost in thought, Hyowon apologized in a dejected voice.

……squeaak.

Yoonyi whimpered softly and tucked his head between his demurely gathered front paws. Seeing him exude sulkiness with his entire body, Hyowon barely suppressed a chuckle.

“I won’t do it again, okay?”

A note of desperation dripped from his usually firm voice. At this, Yoonyi cautiously lifted his head. Hyowon’s eyebrows were drooped in a figure-eight, looking thoroughly defeated, just like when he used to get scolded at Master Choi’s house as a child. Even his sturdy shoulders were slumped, which was incredibly endearing. The cotton ball lying flat on the ground quivered slightly.

“Hmm?”

Whimper, groan…….

Yoonyi rested his round little head on Hyowon’s knee. When the clueless Hyowon just stared blankly, Yoonyi whined lowly.

“Are you saying you’ll forgive me?”

Hyowon asked carefully, examining the small body from all angles. At that, the fluffy tail suddenly shot up into the air.

“Thank you, Yoonyi.”

He was so precious and lovable that Hyowon, smiling brightly as if he had the whole world, carefully wrapped Yoonyi in his arms. Yoonyi’s tiny heart beat even faster than usual.

Hyowon stroked the pure white fox in his arms for a long time. The soft fur sifted through his fingers. Intoxicated by the gentle touch, Yoonyi slowly closed his eyes.

“Let’s go home once you’ve returned to your body, Yoonyi.”

Hyowon stealthily glanced outside. The rain was still pouring down heavily. Hyowon whispered again to the fox in his arms with a look of affection. Yoonyi, who had his eyes gracefully closed, crinkled the corners of his eyes.

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“I thought it was just a passing shower, but it’s been raining for quite a while.”

It was probably around the Hour of the Dog. For a summer solstice rain, the downpour was quite fierce and heavy. His gaze, which had been directed outside the cave, suddenly fell upon the ball of yarn at his knees.

“But, Yoonyi, when will you return?”

As he called his name, the ears that had been half-drooped pricked up. Hyowon gently scratched the space between them with his thick fingers. The small body shivered, burr, at the soft touch.

Whimper.

“I’m joking, I’m joking.”

A hint of worry flickered in his pitch-black eyes, which seemed to shimmer like the night sea. Yoonyi’s gaze kept darting towards the cave entrance. It seemed he was anxious because he couldn’t go back. Hyowon patted the small, flat back with his large hand. At that, the light, cottony body, which had been heaving rapidly, finally calmed down.

“I wish I could just take you like this and leave for anywhere, Yoonyi.”

Squeak!

At the casually muttered words, Yoonyi, who had been listening quietly, nipped the fingers supporting his chest just hard enough not to hurt before letting go.

“Alright. I won’t say such things again. I already have a wife who nags me like this, so I suppose I should worry about the future.”

At his good-natured remark, Yoonyi’s small jaw dropped, and he froze on the spot.

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“Makgae. You rascal.”

“Aish, what is it?”

Makgae, who had been dozing off while sitting on the wooden porch, shot his eyes open in annoyance at the sudden presence. But contrary to his expectations, Lord Kim was standing before him, his back slightly hunched. Beneath the milky-white sky, his sharp gaze was particularly piercing. He stood with a displeased look on his face, his white beard hanging low.

“M-My Lord.”

Startled, Makgae immediately bowed his head to the floor.

“……Ahem.”

When a long moment passed without a word, Makgae, still with his head to the ground, stealthily rolled his eyes to look up. Lord Kim’s gaze was fixed fiercely on the empty stepping stone.

“Has Hyowon still not returned?”

“……Yes, My Lord.”

“Where on earth did he go to be gone for a whole day?”

“Th-That is……”

Why on earth would Lord Kim, who had never set foot in the small Sarangchae his entire life, show up when he was the only one guarding the place? Suddenly, Makgae’s vision went white. Unaware of Hyowon’s whereabouts, Makgae couldn’t offer a ready answer. So, like a fool, he just repeated, “That is, that is.” At that, Lord Kim’s thick eyebrows twisted fiercely.

“You rascal!”

Lord Kim’s wrinkled neck suddenly tensed. Soon, a thunderous roar shot over the wall, cutting through the sound of the drizzling rain.

“……Ah, oh my, M-My Lord.”

Makgae, who had been bowing on the floor, was so shocked that he fell backward, landing hard on his bottom. His dark complexion had turned as pale as if dusted with powder, and it wouldn’t have been strange if he had dropped dead on the spot.

“You’ve been by Hyowon’s side for years, yet you don’t know your master’s whereabouts!”

Despite his thoroughly terrified state, Lord Kim’s anger showed no signs of abating. At this, the servant Deoksoe, who stood by his side, worried that his master might come to harm, repeatedly pleaded in tears, “Please calm down, please calm down.” The quiet little Sarangchae quickly became a noisy scene.

“My Lord.”

At that moment, a low voice suddenly cut in, and everyone’s attention focused on one spot.

“And who are you?”

“I am Manseok, who also serves the Young Master.”

As Lord Kim approached with narrowed eyebrows, Manseok prostrated himself.

“So, you must know, then?”

“Yes, he went out for archery practice with Yoonyi early in the morning, but it seems they’ve been held up due to the rain.”

“Is that so? Then tell him to come see me first thing when he returns.”

Despite the fiercely boiling anger, Manseok laid out his words calmly, without the slightest agitation. At last, Lord Kim’s fury began to subside.

“Yes, My Lord.”

“By the way, did you notice anything unusual?”

Lord Kim, who had been about to leave through the side gate, turned back on a whim.

“Unusual, you say……?”

“Ahem, I mean with that boy, Yoonyi, that Hyowon keeps around.”

At the incomprehensible question, Manseok furrowed one eyebrow and carefully asked back. Lord Kim cleared his throat repeatedly and then lowered his voice.

“……Pardon?”

Manseok’s usually expressionless face contorted as if he had heard something utterly bizarre.

“Never mind, it’s nothing. It seems I’m getting thin-eared in my old age. You should act as if you heard nothing as well.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

Lord Kim waved a wrinkled hand and stepped over the threshold. At the same time, a strange glint appeared in Makgae’s eyes.

“You don’t think His Lordship suspects something between the Young Master and Yoonyi, do you?”

“Eh, no way. You’re being silly, hyungnim.”

As Lord Kim’s shadow disappeared into the distance, Manseok finally let out an annoyed voice. Makgae, standing beside him, laughed foolishly and retorted good-naturedly.

“Where are you going on such a gloomy day?”

As Makgae’s body subtly angled not towards the Sarangchae but the side gate, Manseok asked calmly.

“Hyungnim, where would I be going? It’s just stuffy, so I’m going to get some air.”

“Come back quickly. The Young Master might return.”

“Yes, you go on ahead.”

Makgae replied with a heavy sigh. As if he understood, Manseok nodded and turned away. As soon as he confirmed the sturdy figure was taking off his straw shoes at the stepping stone, Makgae scrambled over the side gate.

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“My Lady! My Lady!”