Yuder, uttering moans as they came, grasped Kishiar's arms. The man, not losing his grip on Yuder's ankles crossed over his shoulders, firmly held them and pressed his lips there.

The pronounced shinbone, the calves slightly mottled with traces of abrasions, and the lean top of the foot—Kishiar's lips glided over them continuously. Each time he lifted his waist, Yuder involuntarily flinched, feeling the heat of those lips even on his twitching toes.

"Just there, ah…!"

Just as Yuder was about to protest that it was dirty, the man, firmly gripping the ankle, drew the curled toes into his mouth with a red-lipped suction, drowning out Yuder's voice. Despite the more intense sensations arising from their clashing lower abdomens, Yuder couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

The tongue, capable of seducing anyone, now humbly worshipped Yuder's feet. The eyes that frankly revealed his pleasure mirrored every reaction of Yuder's wide-open eyes and body.

Yuder and Kishiar had intertwined many times, and during the previous heat period, Yuder had completely submitted to the man's lips. However, this indulgence felt new. Previously, there had been a purpose, a soothing intent, but now it was purely for the sake of the act itself.

Kishiar, like a beast satiating its hunger, began to move his hips more quickly and resiliently than ever. Their bodies churned together, stirring the sheets like frothing waves.

The repeatedly rubbed inner thighs burned hot. Despite the slippery oil, some areas stung sharply. However, this mild itching and irritation strangely intensified the pleasure.

Doubting his own affinity for pain, Yuder swallowed his moans. Kishiar's movements, sometimes pressing up beneath Yuder's genitals and reaching near the navel, stirred an erratic array of sensitive sensations.

As these sensations accumulated, Yuder, already having climaxed several times and finding his insides growing hot again, tried to resist instinctively but in vain. Kishiar's timing was impeccable, thrusting hard at the perineum.

"…!"

The tingling sensation that started deep within surged upward, turning the numbness in his testicles into a wave of pleasure that didn't culminate in release but took a different direction.

The sensations, spreading deeper than before, quivered like a dam about to burst.

At the moment when his instinct sensed an imminent explosion, Kishiar bit down hard on the tendon above Yuder's heel. Yuder gasped and arched his back.

Pleasure burst inside him like a breached dam, sending shivers cascading wildly. With eyes wide and mouth agape, Yuder experienced a depth of pleasure more intense than ever, despite the minimal release.

Simultaneously, Kishiar, on his second climax, released so much that it drenched past Yuder's thighs, soaking the closed groin and buttocks area.

For a moment, Yuder lay still, feeling the sensations that had swept through his body, breathing heavily. Indeed, Kishiar had not lied. It was an incredible experience, one that was hard to believe could be achieved without physical insertion.

Kishiar finally lowered Yuder's ankles, which he had stacked upon each other. As Kishiar's grip released, Yuder's thighs fell apart weakly, revealing his disheveled lower abdomen. The area, soaked and smeared with scented oil and semen, looked indecently raw, still marked by the redness caused by friction.

Yuder, seemingly indifferent to this, didn't pay any mind, but Kishiar's gaze lingered there for a long while.

"...Why do you look so intently?" Yuder asked.

"I was just reminiscing if I had ever seen anything as beautiful as this in my life," Kishiar replied thoughtfully.

Yuder frowned slightly, silently bringing his legs together. Kishiar chuckled softly and reached for a long cloth entangled at the head of the bed, gently wiping Yuder's damp skin.

"Did it hurt?" Kishiar inquired gently.

"Where do you mean?" Yuder asked.

"There, from before."

Kishiar's finger hovered teasingly close to the inside of Yuder's thigh. Yuder glanced down indifferently, then shook his head.

"No... Not at all."

If anything, Yuder wondered if he had actually enjoyed the sensation of being rubbed.

"That's good to hear."

Having cleaned Yuder's skin, Kishiar lightly kissed his forehead once more. Though the gesture was similar to before, his demeanor seemed more relaxed, more content. Yuder, having achieved what he desired, felt a deep satisfaction blossoming from within.

With their purpose fulfilled, the vivid connection of emotions they had shared seemed to quiet down, closing off as before. They lay comfortably together, their limbs entwined, feeling each other's heartbeats.

In Kishiar's embrace, none of the thoughts that had previously troubled Yuder's mind could intrude. Surprisingly, everything felt calm, clean, and peaceful.

Peace. Despite the irony of the word in their current context, it was undeniably fitting.

As Yuder slowly savored this unfamiliar sensation, a low voice suddenly broke the silence.

"I had something I wanted to ask earlier, but can I ask it now? It can wait if you're sleepy," the voice said gently.

Yuder opened his eyes reflexively, shaking his head as he met the speaker's gaze.

"No, I haven't fallen asleep yet. Please, go ahead."

What could he possibly ask? Yuder pondered, but then a question he hadn't anticipated at all was posed.

"I was curious why, after dealing with the Southern merchants, Nathan returned seemingly unscathed, but you came back exhausted and disheveled. I heard from Nathan that you used an enormous amount of power unexpectedly while dealing with them?"

Yuder felt as if he had been caught off guard, momentarily speechless.

"It seems that might be the cause of your condition, but I never heard anything related to that in the reports. Was there a reason you needed to use such strong power then?"

The moment Yuder recalled Aton's face, the brief peace he had felt was momentarily disturbed.

Given that the man had always been overly sensitive even to minor injuries Yuder sustained, it was natural for him to harbor questions, especially since Nathan Zuckerman, who had been with Yuder on the mission, returned much later yet unharmed. It seemed that Kishiar had been too preoccupied with other matters to address his concerns about this particular issue.

However, he couldn't very well admit that his mind had been completely thrown off because all the candy Kishiar gave him had shattered, could he? It just didn't seem appropriate.

"That was... I thought it wasn't worth reporting, so I didn't mention it."

"But?"

The man gently caught the tail end of my words and questioned back.

No matter how Yuder looked at it, Kishiar’s face didn't seem like it would let Yuder go until he heard a convincing truth.

'...If Kishiar really wants to find out, he could easily learn it by questioning Aton, who's been captured, instead of me. Yet he asked me first, probably wanting to hear my side of the story.'

It was something that couldn't be completely kept secret anyway. Recalling it was unpleasant, but Yuder decided he had to confess at least a part of it.

"...Sir Zuckerman is right. There was a bit of an incident when dealing with Aton, the leader of the Southern merchants. I exerted quite a bit of strength. Had I known that something was happening here too, I would have restrained myself. I only regret that now."

"What happened?"

Kishiar, like a ghost, deftly avoided all the unnecessary parts of Yuder's words and pierced straight to the heart of the matter.

"...Do you really need to hear it? It's nothing of importance for the Commander to worry about."

"If it involves you, it can't be unimportant. It must have been a significant matter for my usually calm and far-sighted assistant to use his strength so recklessly. It doesn't make sense for me not to know about it."

He had expected him to react roughly like this. Yet, knowing it didn't make it any easier to stop such words.

Sigh. A sigh naturally escaped his lips.

'Can't be helped.'

"...They broke."

"Hm?"

"The things you gave me in the carriage, they shattered while I was fighting that man. That's why it happened."

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'

[BL] Bermuda

Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace.

Three years later, his name has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council's army, decides to personally apprehend him.

"Since when have you been watching me?"

Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo's answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated.

"From the very beginning."

[BL] The Mist (Same author as Turning)

In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

A few years later, the world's first real virtual reality game <THE MIST> was announced, where even those with physical disabilities could play in healthy bodies.

By chance, Kang Mu-heon encountered it and began a new life as the mage Kapros, facing unexpected meetings, reunions, and days of change....

***

"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no time to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a moment, but he was desperate.

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly remembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this game, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.

'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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[BL] Cloudless Sky

Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'