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Cale closed his eyes as White Star attacked him, firing fire magic at him. His body froze in resignation, and even the slightest movement caused a dull pain in his lower abdomen.
A feeling of heat began to spread through his body.
And at that point, Cale realized that he died protecting that bastard swordsman.
Emptiness. That's all he felt.
'Is this the afterlife?'
Cale continued to wonder. His body seemed to float in a directionless void.
The emptiness made his mind wander. The war had lasted for 20 years, the number of years his family had died, leaving him alone. He was the only remaining Henituse member. Not even his home remained.
He joined the war effort to take revenge, but in the end, it all seemed futile.
All their hard work was in vain. Their greatest enemy was unharmed in his final moments of death.
'I hope Choi Han survives and finishes off that White Bastard.'
Cale prayed in his frustration.
...
...
Cale returned his attention to his current situation.
His body still felt like it was floating aimlessly. His vision was dark and empty.
His body felt numb.
However, after a few seconds, his breath felt tight.
A tight feeling filled his lungs. Cale began to feel a sense of sensitivity in his previously numb body.
His breath was ragged.
Sweat continued to pour down his temples and back.
His skin felt burning hot.
His body was stiff.
Cale started to feel his senses one by one.
It feels so thight.
His heart continued to beat erratically.
His ears were ringing sharply.
His chest felt uncomfortable.
Cale tried to steady his breathing, his sense of touch starting to return. Cale could feel a warm touch on either side of his waist. His hands reached for anything, until he felt something soft.
His breath was still ragged.
The sweat wouldn't stop falling.
Strange.
Cale felt strange about his body.
His body kept moving strangely.
It felt like it was bouncing with a forceful push.
Cale breathed rapidly.
Gripping something he was holding tightly without realizing it.
His senses began to develop as time went on. Cale felt claustrophobic, but strangely enjoyed it.
His body continued to move. The grip on his waist remained firm, growing stronger.
His vision was still blank.
Cale swore to himself that he would really hit whoever made him like this.
Trying to clear his mind.
But failed.
Heavy breathing.
Sweat.
Hot.
That strong grip.
The beat—
Cale widened his eyes.
His sight returned. His hearing was no longer ringing. All her senses were functioning properly again.
Thump—
Cale gasped. What the fuck was this?
"Oh ah, I—"
Strangely, his voice came out without him realizing it.
A constant urge pounded at him. Or rather, his lower half.
Cale's vision only stared at his hands that were supporting his body and were messy white sheets filled his vision.
Thump—
Cale's breath hitched as a moan escaped his throat.
Cale froze, unable to resist. His body obediently remained still, as the jolt caused him to bounce strangely.
"Aghh—" Cale couldn't think straight as the thumps started to get deeper. The thing inside was so long and hard, it kept pounding into one spot, making Cale feel even more strange.
It feels good.
Cale lowered his head, his eyes dizzy at the behavior of the hard object inside.
Staying where he was, Cale just there, bouncing awkwardly. But he liked it.
He tightened his grip on the tangled sheets.
His mind was blank.
His lips trembled open, making the sound he needed to make.
Something touched his chest. Squeezing it tightly.
Instantly, his body was filled with static electricity that made his body feel better.
Cale continued to chirp erratically.
The hand on his chest started playing with his nipple, then placed his hand on his chest again and pushed his body back.
Cale was shocked when his body was pulled and pinned against something wider than his shoulders. A warm feeling touched his back.
Hot breath brushed against the nape of his neck. Cale gasped in pleasure he had never felt before in his life.
His eyes caught the scarred hands that were covering his entire chest, continuously squeezing his chest without stopping creating its own pleasure in his body.
"Ngh—" Cale tilted his head, exposing more of the nape of his neck so a kiss started to trail down there.
"Gorgeous."
Cale was still panting as a hoarse voice filled his ears.
"Everything about you is so perfect."
Cale closed his eyes. His lower half felt hungry. He felt like he needed repeated pushes at first to satisfy his hunger.
"Ngghk—!!" Cale widened his eyes in disbelief as his body was easily turned around, so that his back now felt the softness of the bed.
His eyes widened without blinking as he stared at the figure above him.
A man who reminded Cale of both of his enemies. A crazy combination.
Cale wanted to curse, but instead, the sound that came out was a melodious sigh.
The man began to touch him roughly again. Cale's body continued to bounce further and faster.
His moans were not absent from his mouth which was constantly open due to the pleasure she was feeling.
"Deeper?"
Cale heard the husky voice start to tease him. His grip tightened on each side of his hips.
"Anghh—" Cale groaned lowly, his eyes rolling back. His toes spread open to show how much pleasure he was getting from that one thump.
Instead of pulling, the hard object continued to press mercilessly against his sweet spot, leaving Cale frozen in place.
His chest puffed out with pride. His stiff hands rested on either side of his head.
"Too deep—" Cale couldn't close his lips. Crying at the achievement of the thing inside him.
"I know—not deep enough." The object continued to be pushed.
Cale's breath became increasingly labored as the object penetrated his boundaries. Tears continued to flow without him even realizing it.
The man chuckled, Cale stared at the figure looming over him, brownish red eyes staring at each other.
Cale, still struggling to breathe, silently stared at the man's face, which was starting to become clearer. His eyes glazed over, trying to capture the form of the man sleeping with him.
'He's handsome.'
The man smiled, "your lips open like this look adorable."
Cale gulped.
"I'm so lucky to have you." The man immediately moved forward to kiss Cale.
Cale closed his eyes, speechless. A tongue explored his entire mouth, not missing a beat. He pushed the nape of his neck, deepening the kiss.
He felt a jolt. A thick, hot liquid gushed inside him relentlessly, making Cale moan between their kisses.
Cale nails clawed at the man's hard bicep, while the figure she was clawing at continued to devour his lips with intense attention and passion.
Cale felt like he was melting in their kiss. His tongue continued to indulge his mouth willingly.
Cale patted the other man's broad chest, begging him to let him take the oxygen supply.
The man cared for him, letting his lips free and taking her breath away. But instead, he kissed Cale's entire face without exception.
Cale closed his eyes, utterly exhausted. He let the man kiss him until he was satisfied.
His large, scarred hand gently caressed his cheek. Their reddish-brown eyes met, "Oh my pretty... my fiancée... my wife... mine..."
A string of words filled his ears like a magic spell.
Cale groaned again as he felt the object inside him harden again. His breathing became unsteady again just imagining being touched mercilessly like the moment he opened his eyes.
However, strangely, his body told his otherwise. His hole, which was devouring the hard object, responded with eager twitches.
Massaging the hard object until the owner groaned lowly.
Cale sighed, his mind no longer filled with his questions, but filled with the desire to be fucked until he passed out.
"Our night is still long~"
After that Cale continued to cry in pleasure.