As the grip on his hair tightened, Ryu Seoha’s mouth opened reflexively from the pressure. His ghostly form was slightly blurred, reducing his sensitivity, but not eliminating it entirely. He could still feel the pain, just dulled.

Because he had set his form to allow for minimal physical interactions, external stimuli were still vividly felt. In a reflexive move to avoid more pain, Ryu Seoha wrapped his arms around Choi Kanghu’s thick torso, as if silently begging him to stop.

“...Trying to seduce me, are you?”

Choi Kanghu, irritated like a beast, shook off Ryu Seoha’s embrace and pushed him …