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Sometimes, Kim Dokja belatedly thinks to himself, he forgets that he is an influence to this world.
He was a reader who sat through chapter after chapter, upon hundreds of thousands of words. A reader who devoured lengthy exposition of the most trivial aspects of world building. A reader who endured countless regressions of his protagonist just for a single character to reach a new stage of their character development.
That’s who Kim Dokja was. But now, he’s part of that story, and even as he tries to help shape it to let each person achieve their most fortunate moments all in the same worldlines, he forgets that he’s their companion too.
And as their companion, he broke down the walls of the sandbox and let it spill into the open beach. He’s no longer peering through a one sided mirror.
[Several constellations are excited.]
[A number of donations are being sponsored. System is counting funds.]
[10,000 coins have been sponsored.]
[Many constellations want to see what will happen to Incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’.]
[Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ has gone red.]
[Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is jumping up and down because of Incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’.]
Han Sooyoung sent Kim Dokja the utmost withering stare he had the misfortune of meeting, and he let out a sigh. Naturally, because of him, many of his companions will make different decisions. Say different things. It can be jarring—Kim Dokja will think from time to time that maybe he’s exhausted every possible dialogue from them simply because he had read it all over 3,149 times—but ultimately, he’s carved a new path for them to walk through. Given more opportunities for them to be new. It’s really no harm that they aren’t completely predictable. They are still the same people, even if they make new decisions from time to time.
But that guy somehow always becomes a headache. It’s already been a few hours, and what started as a few odd comments became a few dozen, then more and more popped up until it became this.
Han Sooyoung already makes enough jokes about Yoo Joonghyuk being OOC, but this is getting ridiculous.
“I’m going, I’m going!” He huffed, making a point to return Han Sooyoung’s stare with one of his own.
The glare lightened up as he saw her eyes crease with a mischievous type of joy. “You better calm down your dog before he causes any more commotion. These notifications are starting to get annoying.”
“I’m not his keeper, you know. I don’t even know what he could be doing, there’s not any other hidden pieces in this scenario.”
“Well he got himself into something so you better go fix it.”
Kim Dokja rolled his eyes, but obliged. All he had to do was track down Yoo Joonghyuk’s location and figure out what the commotion was.
In Ways of Survival, there hadn’t been many side quests for this scenario, and surely none of them were intense enough to cause Yoo Joonghyuk to get into such trouble. Although, he is a protagonist, and as such, they always have this weird sort of luck that puts them in strange situations.
He supposed even when the novel became a reality, Yoo Joonghyuk would always end up in the limelight one way or another.
Kim Dokja trailed around the complex for a while, his messages on [Midday Tryst] left completely unanswered.
That bastard better not be dying.
The messages from the constellations kept coming through, though, and that gave Kim Dokja some relief knowing whatever it was…surely they would be more alarmed if it was serious. At the moment they all sounded kind of…
Would perverted be an accurate word?
[A few constellations are feeling bashful due to the sub-scenario.]
[A constellation who enjoys shame is getting warm.]
Yeah, perverted sounds right.
[Constellation ‘God of Ecstasy and Wine’ is amused.]
And then there was this other guy. Dionysus. If he’s somehow involved, then Yoo Joonghyuk has really got his work cut out for him. Doesn’t he know it’s a lot of effort for Kim Dokja to keep their reputations clean in front of the star stream? Especially when such powerful nebulas are watching their every move now.
He should really invest in putting a tracker on the damn sunfish.
It only took a few minutes, but eventually Kim Dokja found himself in a stuffy secluded building around the complex. The windows had been drawn shut, making the light dim, but Kim Dokja was still able to recognize the large frame huddled on the floor.
“Yoo Joonghyuk?” He called out.
Yoo Joonghyuk flinched, ducking just his head down low. At once, a message came through [Midday Tryst].
[Yoo Joonghyuk]
Leave.
So now he responded? Bastard.
“Yoo Joonghyuk,” Kim Dokja tried again, this time allowing himself into the room.
[Yoo Joonghyuk]
Go away, Kim Dokja.
“Hah? Aren’t you the one always telling me I can’t go off in weird places and die? You’re being a hypocrite now, Yoo Joonghyuk.”
This seemed to cause a reaction, because this time when Yoo Joonghyuk began to protest, the words actually came out of his mouth. “Get away from me.”
It was terribly strained, and it sent a jolt of anxiety down Kim Dokja’s spine. Yoo Joonghyuk…could he be hurt? Kim Dokja thought he was clear from any regression depression episodes, but that wasn’t a guarantee. Yoo Joonghyuk was frozen like a statue on the floor, shoulders incredibly tense. The constellations are being really wild, so it was obvious something was amiss.
Kim Dokja walked until he’s facing the other man, crouching down so he could get a better view. It doesn’t help much, though, because Yoo Joonghyuk kept his face down, letting his hair cover most of his expression. Still, Kim Dokja can see the tips of his ears were pink, along with a creeping flush that was climbing up the exposed part of his neck.
Was it a fever?
“Hey, bastard.” Kim Dokja tried, “Look at me.”
Yoo Joonghyuk did not. He continued to stare at the floor as if it contained all the answers to the universe while maintaining his heavy, labored breaths.
“Joonghyuk-ah.”
This was starting to get frustrating.
Kim Dokja made a show of shaking his head in frustration. It was unfair that he had all the bad reputation for being reckless or having no self preservation when Yoo Joonghyuk was out here doing things like this. Damn protagonist benefits.
Kim Dokja pressed a hand to Yoo Joonghyuk’s forehead, checking for any signs of fever. Immediately, his hand became hot.
Yoo Joonghyuk leaned into the touch.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” he tried once more to get the man’s attention, but it seemed he was really out of it this time.
The man let out a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering for just a moment. It looked like he was melting into it, and it made Kim Dokja’s face heat with sudden embarrassment.
He pulled his hand away.
Yoo Joonghyuk made another sound, strangled in the back of his throat. Even his expression crumpled, but he coolly replaced it with a look of indifference.
[Constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ is looking away.]
[Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ is silently rooting for Incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’]
“What—“
[Constellation ‘God of Ecstasy and Wine’ is watching with great interest.]
Yoo Joonghyuk turned his head away again, but this time there was no hiding the red flush that deepened his skin tone. Something was definitely strange here.
Hurriedly, Kim Dokja used [Character List] to see if he could find out anything about what Yoo Joonghyuk had gotten himself into, because clearly no one was going to be direct about it right now.
And then there it was. Right at the bottom of the list, Kim Dokja’s eyes widened just slightly at it.
[This character is currently under the effects of a personal scenario.]
Just like clockwork, a window opened revealing more information.
[Personal Scenario - Tempted Intentions]
Category: Hidden
Difficulty: ??
Clear Conditions: Allow your companion to offer you relief without coercion OR withstand your heightened sensations for the allotted time.
Time Limit: 24 Hours.
Compensation: Information from Constellation ‘God of Ecstasy and Wine’.
Failure: —
Kim Dokja’s mouth went dry. Surely…this wasn’t what he was thinking.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” he reached out with a hand again, slowly, cautiously. It landed just on the crown of Yoo Joonghyuk’s head, and he began to move his fingers ever so minutely to gently scratch his head.
He watched intently as Yoo Joonghyuk bristled, then fell into it, lifting his head to press further into the touch.
“Is it really…that? Is that what’s wrong with you right now?”
Yoo Joonghyuk tucked his chin ever so slightly, when the message came through over [Midday Tryst]. Obviously, he didn’t trust his own voice…or he didn’t trust to keep his reputation if he said it aloud.
[Yoo Joonghyuk]
I didn’t know this was what he meant.
Kim Dokja laughed, awkward and kind of strained, because he really didn’t know what to do at the moment. So it was true. Yoo Joonghyuk was….horny. And there was nothing he could really do except keen into anyone’s touch, or be forced to edge himself for a full 24 hours.
According to the timer, he had already been doing this for over 4 hours. Alone. In the room. With the constellations jeering at him as soon as they discovered what Dionysus had set him up to do.
At least he had the decency to look ashamed with how he can’t hold eye contact, and pulled the front of his coat to hide as much of his body as possible.
“Why would you even accept that?”
Kim Dokja couldn’t help himself from asking. For someone who hates being under the eyes of the constellations—someone who vows to tear down the star stream for all its exploitations, it’s cruelty—he was way too easily convinced to agree with Dionysus’s terms on this personal scenario.
[Yoo Joonghyuk]
He said he knew something important.
There’s a pause, when Yoo Joonghyuk shifts his weight around so he can bring his knees close to his chest and hug them loosely with an arm.
[Yoo Joonghyuk]
I thought I could get something for the nebula that you wouldn’t need to die for.
Kim Dokja huffed. Yeah, sure, but now Yoo Joonghyuk will die of embarrassment. “Tell Dionysus to cancel it.”
Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head. “He won’t.”
“Really? Is that true?”
[Constellation ‘God of Ecstasy and Wine’ says Incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ agreed to prove himself worthy.]
“And what does that mean exactly?”
[Constellation ‘God of Ecstasy and Wine’ says Incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ will show he can restrain himself even at his most desperate.]
…Tempted Intentions was the name of the scenario. So he’s just torturing Yoo Joonghyuk for the fun of it, really.
Kim Dokja took several steps back, moving himself so he could face the door and give some semblance of privacy to Yoo Joonghyuk. In the meanwhile, he tried to think of several solutions. Seeing as he accepted the scenario without informing anyone else in the company, Yoo Joonghyuk was more inclined to deal with the 24 hours, but objectively speaking, that was unfair. In the grand scheme of it, it meant their nebula would be down a fighter if anyone got wise.
But then if Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to take care of it sooner…who would be the ”companion” capable of that?
The way the scenario phrased it made it sound like the other person had to declare they wanted to…help…Yoo Joonghyuk of their own free will, so considering everyone’s current relationship status with this damned bad-mannered sunfish, the only real contender that Yoo Joonghyuk would accept, and who would agree to be part of this is Lee Seolhwa.
Yes, it’ll be absolutely humiliating, but Kim Dokja will have to ask Lee Seolhwa if she would like to assist Yoo Joonghyuk. They’ll do whatever they have to do, and Kim Dokja will do his hardest to ignore that he is now cursed with that knowledge, and they’ll all go on their merry way like it never happened.
Perfect. Great.
Kim Dokja was about to say as much aloud when he heard a soft sound from behind.
“Ah—hah.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s breath caught into a stutter, sounding loud and clear to Kim Dokja, despite the fact that he was biting hard on his own fist in an attempt to either muffle the sound.
His shoulders trembled, and his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed on his own thick saliva.
Numbly, Kim Dokja saw the timer again. It was now exactly 5 hours.
[Yoo Joonghyuk]
Don’t.
Kim Dokja awkwardly laughed, not quite sure what to do. He was still facing the door, but there’s not much else he can do to avoid listening to Yoo Joonghyuk’s heavy, labored breathing.
[Kim Dokja]
It’s part of the scenario, I know.
[Yoo Joonghyuk]
Timer. Gets worse.
Kim Dokja stares at the words in Midday Tryst for a little longer than he probably needs to, but then he finally understands.
Oh. Wow.
Okay, so Yoo Joonghyuk will only get hornier.
Good to know.
Kim Dokja should definitely get this taken care of as soon as possible. This is…this is uncomfortable..
He felt something stir from the inside, but he resolutely shut it down. “Biyoo, would you please keep the channel away from Yoo Joonghyuk until the time runs out?”
As if she were listening the whole time, Biyoo popped into existence and made a sound like she agreed.
[Baaaht.]
“Thank you, Biyoo. Now please go watch something else. I’ll…I’ll handle this situation, okay?”
The dokkaebi nodded and popped out the same way she appeared, leaving only a small ploom of smoke in her wake. Kim Dokja then switched his attention back to the protagonist.
“They won’t be watching you anymore. And I’ll also be…leaving too. I’ll figure this out. Uh—ah—good luck?” Kim Dokja cringed. “Stay safe?”
Yeah, the last one was just as bad.
At least Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t seem to be in a state of mind to care. Kim Dokja just hurriedly backed away, and started to run to find Lee Seolhwa as fast as possible.
The more his legs moved, the more he could pretend the uncomfortable feeling that sat heavy in his chest was from the burn of oxygen in his lungs. Contrary to what the Fourth Wall might say, Kim Dokja is not an idiot, so he recognized immediately what kind of feelings were stirred up upon seeing Yoo Joonghyuk like that but—this wasn’t his fantasy. This wasn’t for Kim Dokja to watch and enjoy like another perverted constellation. Yoo Joonghyuk was a person, and that person is not anyone who would want to indulge Kim Dokja like that.
Unhelpfully, his brain supplied him with the memory of the sounds Yoo Joonghyuk had made in those few minutes of interaction.
So very, painfully unhelpful right now.
[Fourth Wall is laughing at you.]
At least someone is enjoying it.
He spent a lot of time like this, running back and forth across the complex, then outside in the stray camps, then back to the nearest person he could find. It was like the world’s worst goose hunt to find Lee Seolhwa.
“Ah, I think Lee Hyunsung was helping her earlier.”
“Me? No, but I saw Yoo Sangah with her in the city.”
“Oh, sorry, you just missed them, I think they were that way?”
It was getting ridiculous.
Finally, he stood before the King of Beauty, Min Jiwon, completely out of breath, who told Kim Dokja that Lee Seolhwa was going to be helping her with recovery efforts in the other camps, and wouldn’t be able to step away from her work for at least a few days.
Kim Dokja just sagged. He really was going to come back empty handed.
With the amount of time it took running every which way, the path back to that stuffy room was short, much to Kim Dokja’s dismay. He was purposely slowing his gait in hopes of avoiding the inevitable, but. You know how well that kind of thing works.
He knocked twice, waited several long minutes, and then opened the door.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” he began, but the words died quickly in his mouth.
Yoo Joonghyuk sat boneless, slumped against the wall. One belt—the one that carried his sword—was tossed by his feet while the other was still halfway threaded through the loops. The zipper to his pants was completely open and wrinkled from how it was pushed down below his waist.
His cock was fully erect and flushed.
Kim Dokja froze.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t look up, nor did he do anything to acknowledge the intrusion. The closest thing would maybe be how he pulled his hand away from his crotch, fingers twitching, and let his coat fall back over to hide the evidence.
It was too late though. That image was seared into Kim Dokja’s mind. Liquid dripping from the head in a slow but steady stream, pooling towards his legs. Patches of white stains across his front that would indicate more than one orgasm.
Kim Dokja swallowed thickly, averting his gaze and trying his hardest to pretend this was a perfectly normal situation, thank you very much.
“Ah—I, uh. I didn’t find Lee Seolhwa, I’m sorry Yoo Joonghyuk,” Kim Dokja’s voice was at least steady, so here’s to small mercies. “I don’t know what else to do.”
“Kim Dokja,” he whispered, looking somewhere between vulnerable, murderous, and full of grief.
Kim Dokja didn’t need to read his mind to hear how that sentence was meant to continue.
Leave me here, I’ll survive this. It’s too much, I can’t take it. There’s no relief. I’ll do it on my own. I need help.
He could imagine every single one of those words taking it’s place in Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth as the words slipped from his lips, but he says none of those things. Instead, his eyes lock with Kim Dokja, and he shudders.
“I didn’t find Lee Seolhwa,” Kim Dokja tried to say again.
But Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head. “I don’t want that woman. Nor does she want me.”
It’s amazing how he’s able to string the word together with how his eyes go glassy and vacant the second another wave passes through him. His cock twitches without any stimulation.
Kim Dokja could only imagine how awful it must feel to be stuck on the edge for hours on end, without any form of alleviation.
“Then how? Do you want to keep doing this until the scenario ends? Are you secretly a masochist?”
He heard a choked groan escape at that last part. “Nn…ah, no.” He managed to say.
Kim Dokja almost said he wasn’t inclined to believe him, but he thought better of it. There really was something pitiful about how he squirmed.
“…Han Sooyoung is obviously a no for several reasons, Jung Heewon is with Lee Hyungsung, so there’s no way she’d even entertain the idea—and you have something against Yoo Sangah, though I don’t know what.”
Desire simmered deep in his stomach, making him uncomfortable. He tried to ignore it with how he spoke, beginning a ramble as he tried to look anywhere but Yoo Joonghyuk.
“I already told you that I wasn’t involved with her like that, so you don’t have to be upset since she did nothing wrong.”
Yoo Joonghyuk had now closed his eyes with a tight expression, hand inching closer to his dick where his fingers barely ghosted over the shaft.
“Kim Dokja,” he mumbled.
“She might say yes, but I don’t know why you—“
“Kim Dokja, please.”
“still hold that almost-kiss with me against her. And then you said you didn’t want Lee Seolhwa, but did you mean it’s because you—”
“Please.”
“--want a specific woman?”
Yoo Joonghyuk made a pitiful sound, his head stretching back until it touched the wall.
It was effective in shutting Kim Dokja up, who promptly clicked his mouth shut as he watched Yoo Joonghyuk bury his front within his jacket, flushing a deep red as he very obviously orgasmed. He hadn’t even touched himself, yet his hips were bucking to chase friction.
The frustration was clear as day on the protagonist’s face, as the pinched expression of euphoria had quickly crumpled into utter devastation. Like the scenario said, there was no end. Not now, at least.
“Please,” he finally said again after a long pause. His voice trembled, and cracked just slightly as he spoke, but he tried to be clear when he continued. “They are your companions, not mine.”
He doesn’t say anything, so Yoo Joonghyuk has to open his eyes to see Kim Dokja’s expression. Kim Dokja guessed it must say a lot, because even behind those glassy, sex addled eyes, there’s sparks of concern that shines.
He grit his teeth and let out a quiet moan, but there’s not much use in trying to be silent like this. It’s not as if Kim Dokja hasn’t been staring at him exposed like this for several minutes already. Like Kim Dokja isn’t following the track of saliva drip from the corner of his lips down to his chin, imagining what it looked like trying to fuck himself to no reprieve. There’s no point in hiding the effect the scenario is causing on Yoo Joonghyuk, all sanctity went out the moment Kim Dokja had tried brushing his hair again when he suspected exactly what was wrong, but wanted to confirm it anyways.
And yet, here was Yoo Joonghyuk with angry, pained tears welled up in his eyes, murmuring apologies as the timer registered another hour and a new wave of hypersensitivity took over.
“K…Kim Dokja,” he breathes like it’s a prayer, and looks up to him with the most miserable expression. It’s depression, and hope, and utter sex that’s drawn into his face where his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth is thinned to a tight line.
He let out another mangled sound deep from his throat, and begged wordlessly.
They are your companions, not mine.
They are Kim Dokja’s companions, but in some regression and some time, they had definitely been Yoo Joonghyuk’s. Maybe not explicitly–no, very few people were important enough for Yoo Joonghyuk to verbally title them so–but they followed him and Yoo Joonghyuk took care of them in return. And wasn’t that the situation now? Even in their nebula like this, they were all companions.
Even if… even if… there was no one else Yoo Joonghyuk called a ‘companion’ in this round except for Kim Dokja.
[The Story ‘Life and Death Companions’ is continuing its storytelling.]
There’s no way that Yoo Joonghyuk was implying this. No way in hell, Kim Dokja tells himself. He tries to reel in his focus, willing the thought out of his head, but then Yoo Joonghyuk whimpers something almost silently, and it sounds a lot like his name.
[The Fourth Wall is shaking.]
“Tell me…is this what you meant?” He says, taking a daring step towards Yoo Joonghyuk
To his credit, Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t answer, instead opting to press his lips together in a determined frown as his body trembled under such a gaze. He was mortified, but did not back down.
“Yoo Joonghyuk, tell me no if you don’t want this.”
Kim Dokja kneeled beside Yoo Joonghyuk. He waited for an answer.
“Kim Dokja,” he began. His voice sounded strained, like it was on the verge of breaking already at this point. Still he hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard. Kim Dokja’s eyes tracked the movement, then flicked back up in time to see those red bitten lips part one single word.
“Please..”
[The Fourth Wall is trembling.]
Yeah, and so are Kim Dokja’s hands. The nervousness and adrenaline burns his veins like fire, though he tries to steel himself with a sharp breath as he pushes away Yoo Joonghyuk’s coat to expose his painfully erect cock.
Kim Dokja didn’t know what to do at first, floundering on how to even start, but it seems like none of that matters. The moment his hand wrapped around it, Yoo Joonghyuk let out a surprised gasp that he quickly tried to reign in.
Kim Dokja’s flush deepened at the sound.
He brought his hand up and down the shaft in a practiced motion.
Kim Dokja has never done this for someone else but…but he’s done it on himself many times. This–it must be similar. Right?
He started slow, then began to work up speed as Yoo Joonghyuk’s breath grew more frantic. Even now, it seemed he wanted to keep some level of professionalism with how he choked back the low whines in the back of his throat, but every few touches, Kim Dokja would be rewarded by the sound of a broken moan.
“I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me.” Kim Dokja confessed.
He felt like he needed to say it, somehow. An apology for everything. Witnessing this scene, being the indirect cause of it, having to be the sole companion tasked to resolve it.. Kim Dokja felt especially pathetic knowing that he’d forever have this moment etched into his memories, but at the end of the day, it was ultimately just another uncomfortable scenario.
But Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head, which proved to be a difficult task. His cheeks were flushed like a terrible fever with sweat dripping down his nose and trailing to his jaw. It was picturesque in a way.
“N-no..” Yoo Joonghyuk barely had the strength to say as much, and it made Kim Dokja falter for just a moment. When his grip slackens, Yoo Joonghyuk’s face pinches into something desperate, and he can’t stifle the whimper that he exhales.
“Keep–just–” Yoo Joonghyuk struggles, but his hips chase for friction. It’d almost be amusing how different he sounds from his usual gruff persona, but Kim Dokja doesn’t find it appropriate to laugh about it when Yoo Joonghyuk is in such an obviously uncomfortable and vulnerable state.
While Yoo Joonghyuk tries and fails to articulate himself, Kim Dokja just finds himself staring at the man, trying to understand what he really can’t comprehend. Why would Yoo Joonghyuk even let himself get involved like this? It was so unlike him–especially if he had come to the conclusion that of all people, Kim Dokja would need to bail him out–why did he agree?
[The Fourth Wall is trying to reinforce itself.]
“Did you want me to stop?” Kim Dokja asked rather stupidly. In his defense, he really didn’t know how he should be handling this situation.
“No.” Yoo Joonghyuk groans through gritted teeth. He was pushing himself so his head was forced against the wall, looking upwards with thinly veiled frustration on his face. “It just–I need– Kim Dokja.
Fine, fine! Ungrateful.
Kim Dokja looked back down to see how cum was lazily dripping from the head of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock down the shaft. It was flushed an angry shade much like the man’s face, and twitched from inattention.
They’re going to need a more comfortable position if Kim Dokja is going to continue.
He hooked a hand around Yoo Joonghyuk’s knees, practically folding him over as he made a move to pull down the rest of his pants. Yoo Joonghyuk complied easily enough when understanding flitted through his eyes. He even lifted his hips and used an unsteady hand to help push the rest of the fabric off.
Then Kim Dokja pulled Yoo Joonghyuk’s legs around until Kim Dokja was squarely between them, pushing their two bodies closer yet so that Yoo Joonghyuk was straddling him.
His hand went back to its job. His fingers traced the veins along the shaft, producing the most lewd, squelching and slapping sounds. It was enough to make Kim Dokja’s flush grow deeper as something inside of him stirred. He then took his time using his thumb to bully Yoo Joonghyuk’s cockhead until he made an embarrassing whine.
“Ah—ah.”
Kim Dokja knew that some of these techniques worked well enough on himself, but it was so much different seeing how it affected Yoo Joonghyuk.
On one of the swipes he made with his thumb, Yoo Joonghyuk’s resolve finally crumbled. His back arched, pressing against the wall until he bonelessly slumped against Kim Dokja’s shoulder. He let out a mewl of pleasure at the action.
Oh, wow. This was getting really hot.
Kim Dokja continued to slide his hand up and down, taking time to come back up and rub at the sensitive skin. Each time, earning more frantic, half-formed muddled syllables.
Yoo Joonghyuk was becoming more pliant as the pleasure grew, but it was obvious he still had some fragment of self-awareness because he had his face pressed into the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck to hide his expression as he made more and more sounds. His constitution was growing weaker, and it was now very difficult to waste additional energy on remaining quiet.
“Ki-Kim Dok..ja,” he whimpered. It was like an apology.
“It’s okay, Joonghyuk-ah,” he murmured. “It’s okay.”
He continued his ministrations, pumping his right hand up and down while his left was tangling itself in the locks of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair. It was unfairly soft.
“I need—hah…I need more.”
It was like he had to utter the most miserable sentence in the world. Kim Dokja stuttered in his movements when he heard it, and struggled to bring it back to his previous pace.
In his own pants, his dick was hardening.
This is not the time for this.
“Mn, mn, ah—“ he hiccuped, clutching tightly at the ends of Kim Dokja’s coat. It looked like he wanted to reach out, but was trying his best to restrain himself. It made Kim Dokja’s heart do something funny that he resolutely shoved down.
[The Fourth wall is shrinking due to extensive immersion.]
Extensive immersion?! Kim Dokja swallowed hard. Well, it was intimate at the very least.
“Ah- ah–ah.”
Kim Dokja tried to school his expression, but there was no point since it wasn’t like Yoo Joonghyuk was looking at him. He failed at it anyway. Especially when he saw how the coat slipped off of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulders and pooled around his elbows and waist. Oh, what a sight it is seeing the protagonist with one half completely bare and the other disheveled.
It makes him want to touch more. To ruck up that shirt and feel the planes of skin beneath it. Where trails of scars decorated his body with a strange sense of beauty. Kim Dokja is struck with that desire, but he grits his teeth at the last moment, instead untangling his hand from Yoo Joonhyuk’s hair to hold his hips firmer. A poor attempt to keep some of the bucking at bay.
Time passed by like molasses. Slow, and heavy, and thick.
Kim Dokja worked at Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock until his wrist grew sore, but even then he did not stop. He listened to the slick sounds of flesh slapping flesh. The smell of arousal in the air. Yoo Joonghyuk must be getting closer and closer yet to relief, because his hands ghost along Kim Dokja’s back like they’re searching for purchase before they drop back down like they’ve been burned. Like he’d been scolded.
He choked on a low whine, desperately chasing friction when Kim Dokja remembered something with a pang.
“Do what you want, Yoo Joonghyuk.”
Those large hands froze in place. Caught.
Kim Dokja wasn’t the wisest when it came to most things involving sex, but he knew enough from trashy novels and raunchy pornos he’d sometimes entertain in the late hours of the night. At the end of the day, there was a lot of touching that was involved.
And those scenario conditions seemed to imply that Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t touch unless he was explicitly allowed. The whole ’without coercion’ line was vague enough that it could be used against Yoo Joonghyuk if Dionysus was feeling especially petty.
If Yoo Joonghyuk wants that—if he needs it—Kim Dokja will let him take it.
(And selfishly, Kim Dokja thinks, he wants it too. Wanted to experience what a lusted protagonist would do, because this might be the only chance he can pretend all of this is genuine.)
“I can…”
“Whatever gives you relief. The scenario rules are strange, so to avoid any penalties, this is me offering willingly.”
There’s a second where he pauses to process Kim Dokja’s explanation, but as quickly as it came, it was gone. Yoo Joonghyuk was fumbling for his collar, his trembling hands became weak from pleasure. Eventually, he found purchase on a button and struggled as he got it undone.
He nearly ripped the shirt open with how fast he tried moving through it, but thankfully it was all intact. One calloused hand slithered around his chest, to his back, tracing the knobs between each spinal vertebrae, while the other made work of tugging his shirt off to the side. It gave him easy access to the expanse of skin there.
Yoo Joonghyuk mouthed at his neck, rotating between feverish kisses, then bites, then licks as he tried bringing their bodies impossibly close together. It was almost animalistic how he moved. Kim Dokja hated to admit it was really doing something to him. Especially when teeth scraped against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
[The Story ‘Life and Death Companions’ is roaring.]
Yeah, and so is Kim Dokja’s blood pressure.
Kim Dokja just moved his right hand faster, pumping and pumping to the same fervor that Yoo Joonghyuk regarded him with.
Yoo Joonghyuk continued to fuck into Kim Dokja’s hand, moving erratically. It was at some point that Kim Dokja could feel more than see or hear Yoo Joonghyuk’s upcoming release.
His breaths were shallow and faster, his chest rumbling with whines and low groans that hitched as he struggled to do anything other than squirm. His hands scratched against his back, and legs were tightened around Kim Dokja, effectively trapping him in place.
Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t make a single coherent phrase, but Kim Dokja knew he was begging for everything to end.
His hand bullied Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, massaging it over and over. He held it firm in his hand and worked roughly at the head, causing Joonghyuk to stutter and shake. It was one of the most intoxicating things he had ever done.
“Please-” the man whispered, digging his nails into the soft flesh of Kim Dokja’s back, undoubtedly leaving scratches where he struggled to hold on. “Please.”
It made Kim Dokja shiver.
“Mn…ah– ah– ah–”
Yoo Joonghyuk tensed. Kim Dokja could see how the muscles in his strong legs flexed. How the exposed section of his abdomen coiled tight. Yoo Joonghyuk shook his head against Kim Dokja’s shoulder, burying his face as much as he could when he finally came.
It spurted out in a thick load that landed on Kim Dokja’s stomach and dripped down towards his crotch.
Inside his own pants, Kim Dokja’s dick craved to be touched, to be paid attention to, especially from the half-ruined friction he got from how their bodies moved together.
Still, Kim Dokja stroked Yoo Joonghyuk with dedication until the mewling cries had quieted, and until his arms finally dropped to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
It felt like an eternity where they stayed in that position, chests brushing against each other as they tried to take control of their labored breaths. Kim Dokja willed his boner to go away, but it didn't rest. Instead, he tried to think of something else. Anything else. Like how good Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair smells since it’s so close to his nose.
It was sweet. Like oranges.
[The Fourth Wall is laughing.]
Oh shut up.
Kim Dokja waited for any other pop ups and was relieved when he got a system notification.
[Personal Scenario is complete.]
[System is registering rewards.]
Good. It meant he was at least competent enough to get this sorted out.
Yoo Joonghyuk hummed, and then moved his hands back up to Kim Dokja’s shoulders. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think it was a hug of sorts.
Kim Dokja slowly untangled their bodies, allowing Yoo Joonghyuk to rest propped up against that wall again. He groaned in protest, but ultimately was too spent to do anything other than grip him loosely.
“Are you feeling better, Joonghyuk-ah?”
He nodded, “Kim Dokja…”
“I need to take care of…my own situation now, so I’ll leave you unless you need anything.”
Those exhausted eyes raked over Kim Dokja’s body, making him feel only slightly scandalized. Yoo Joonghyuk spent a moment longer staring right at his crotch, then made a sound like he understood.
Kim Dokja pulled away, standing up. Ah, his hand was also covered in er…in Yoo Joonghyuk’s cum. That would need to be cleaned up too.
He started his awkward walk to the door, trying to straighten up his shirt with just one hand as he thought of what to do next. Surely there was a bathroom nearby.
“Are you leaving?”
“You can clean yourself up alone, right?”
“The channel is still open.”
Those words made Kim Dokja stop.
Ah. Right.
He asked Biyoo to just keep the channel off of Yoo Joonghyuk, but that probably meant there would be constellations everywhere else. Kim Dokja took a second to give himself a real look over and immediately vetoed any idea of leaving the room.
Yeah. Yeah, okay. Not the best idea.
He must’ve been standing there for a while, because Yoo Joonghyuk spoke again. This time, his voice sounded more fragile than before. “I will..take responsibility if you stay.”
Take responsibility? What was that supposed to mean?
He robotically walked back to where he was before, pacing in circles. Well, the boner was obviously the most important thing to get rid of. Even though it ached from how tight it was pressed inside his pants, he was sure if he thought about something unpleasant enough, it would go down. Or maybe if there was any ice water in the dokkaebi bag, he could douse himself in that. Yeah. Yeah, that could work. Then he’ll button up his shirt, and search his coat for any kind of napkin or wet wipe to clean up the mess, and it’ll be like nothing ever happened.
Perfect. This plan was perfect.
But then Kim Dokja made the mistake of looking at Yoo Joonghyuk again, who was still on full display. The sight went straight to his dick, so any progress he had made in calming down his erection was painfully reset;
This plan was the worst.
“Kim Dokja...”
“It’s fine.”
“Kim Dokja.”
“Yoo Joonghyuk—“
“Kim Dokja.”
He went silent, seeing that burning gaze sharp upon him. He stopped his pacing at once and stood there dumbly as he waited for whatever it was Yoo Joonghyuk was going to say.
With horror, he watched as the man climbed to his knees instead, crawling closer to Kim Dokja. His legs were still obviously weak, and even his fingers trembled, but he moved the length of several steps.
A hand tugged him back down, so they were both kneeling on the floor. Yoo Joonghyuk’s breath was hot as he spoke. “You helped me, now I will take responsibility if you allow it.”
This was...this was too much. Way too much.
Yoo Joonghyuk must still be somewhat affected by the scenario if he’s offering something like this. Yeah. That must be it. Kim Dokja shivers from how utterly dubached Yoo Joonghyuk looks, but he turns his head away.
“You don’t mean that.”
Yoo Jooonghyuk huffs. “You can say no if you want, but—it only makes sense.”
Desperately, selfishly, Kim Dokja wants to agree.
[K im Dok ja is a n id iot.]
Fine. Fine.
Kim Dokja nods, maybe a bit too meekly for all the frustration that wells up inside of him, but he does. Just a second later, he feels the heat from Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands through his stuffy clothes. Kim Dokja makes the mistake of looking, only for his dick to twitch at the sight. Yoo Joonghyuk, exhausted and spent, clumsily pawing at the front of Kim Dokja’s pants.
He bites back a sound, turning away again. Wordlessly, he helped unclasp his belt for Yoo Joonghyuk. He had a furious blush spreading across his face as he did so, but he kept trying to tell himself that this was fine.
(This was not fine, it was Yoo Joonghyuk of all people, unzipping his fly, to then pull out his aching cock. Yoo Joonghyuk!)
The sharp cry he made when a warm, calloused hand wrapped around his dick was completely involuntary. Kim Dokja resolutely shut his mouth with a click to prevent anything else from spilling around.
Unfortunately, that is easier said than done.
It already felt like relief when he was finally free from the tight pressure of his pants, but then that relief turned red hot into pleasure when Yoo Joonghyuk dragged his hand up his shaft. There was no lube to make it smooth—not like how it had been with Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, already covered in cum so that it was easy to slide up and down.
No, Kim Dokja’s dick was erect but it was still dry, so he jerked a little when the rough friction made its way across his skin. It was embarrassing that even slightly painful like this, it was working him up.
Kim Dokja wasn’t sure if he should voice his thoughts on that. It wasn’t like they had lotion on hand for them to just use. Though—there might be something in the dokkaebi bag, now that he thought about it.
But right as Kim Dokja thought to look, he heard Yoo Joonghyuk spit into his hand. He turned to look just in time to catch sight of his wet hand reaching back down to Kim Dokja’s cock. It was hot. Hot like the inside of Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth. And it was being used to work Kim Dokja’s cock at a steady pace now.
He was sure his brain stopped working for a second.
“Does it feel good?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
Kim Dokja nodded his head, making a strangled sound of agreement.
Fuck.
Yoo Joonghyuk was working him slowly. So frustratingly slowly. Kim Dokja didn’t think he had taken so long to make Yoo Joonghyuk cum, but then this didn’t seem much like a strange revenge tactic. Yoo Joonghyuk was tired after many hours of helpless arousal, maybe he was taking his time because he simply didn’t have the energy to go faster.
Kim Dokja stole a glance at the man’s face, revealing a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Fuck.
Pleasure was building up inside of him, hot and heavy in his veins. Kim Dokja is no stranger to masturbation, but who knew having someone else’s hand on him was all he needed to reach new levels of aching horniness.
He let out a small noise when Yoo Joonghyuk swiped the head of his cock. Precum was starting to leak out, a testament to how good the feeling was getting.
“Relax.”
Kim Dokja could not.
He made another barely audible whine as he stuttered a gasp. Yoo Joonghyuk was now looming closer while his hand still worked resolutely. Up and down, up and down, making that familiar squelching sound as bodily fluids coated his dick.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s breath was hot against his neck in a way that made him shiver. Unconsciously, he shifted his head to show off his neck, bearing it silently towards Yoo Joonghyuk like how it had been only a few minutes prior.
To the benefit of his sanity, and maybe the detriment of his dick, Yoo Joonghyuk did not mouth at his skin.
But he did lean impossibly closer, so that his every breath would curl around Kim Dokja’s ear and whisper against his neck. He wasn’t sure if that was much better, to be honest.
He didn’t hold out for much longer after this. Yoo Joonghyuk had started deploying the same tactics Kim Dokja had used, which was doing something feverish to his body. Distantly, he thought that now, not only would he have to live with the knowledge that he knows what Yoo Joonghyuk sounds like when he’s being touched, but he also has the knowledge of what it feels like to be touched by Yoo Joonghyuk.
He was sure that this information will rear its ugly head next time he wants to enjoy a bit of personal time, but Kim Dokja tries to shove it away.
[The Fourth Wall is laughing from a distance.]
His cock throbbed. His heartbeat was like a drum in his ears and he could feel it all the way to his core.
Yoo Joonghyuk sped up a little without needing instruction, although it could be obvious from how Kim Dokja’s breathing was beginning to stutter that he was close now. Really close.
“Mn..” he made a little choked sound as his body started to tense. “Ha-“
It was hard to keep from crying out. It felt so good. It felt too good.
Kim Dokja’s face burned with pleasure and some shame. He hid his expression by ducking into his own shoulder. “Hn..”
On the next stroke, Kim Dokja came. He bit down hard enough on his lip to make it bleed.
Yoo Joonghyuk caught his load with his hand, covering it entirely in sticky fluid. It was after a moment that Kim Dokja had enough awareness to realize this fact, and his face flushed even more, if possible.
“I’ll… find something to clean it up,” he said rather lamely.
Yoo Joonghyuk just shook his head, leaning all the way back over in order to reach to his abandoned pile of clothes. He retrieved his boxers from his pants and used them as a rag to clean his hand.
That shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was.
“They’re already covered from before. I can’t wear them anyway,” he says, catching Kim Dokja’s line of sight.
“Right.”
A thick silence covers the room, a little awkward and very dense.
Finally, Kim Dokja tucks his dick back into his pants. His right hand still has Yoo Joonghyuk’s release sticky between his fingers, and he considers if he’s meant to ask Yoo Joonghyuk to also use his boxers as a rag to wipe clean, but luckily he’s spared from that humiliation.
It is wordlessly handed to him, and he wipes away all the remaining evidence. Which includes the now drying cum that had landed on his stomach from earlier.
There’s still a suspicion splatter on his pants, but Kim Dokja thinks if he straightens his shirt collar, he should be able to tie his coat closed and return back to his room without looking too guilty.
He faces a wall while he fixes his appearance, giving Yoo Joonghyuk some privacy. He can hear the sounds of him slipping back into his pants, strapping his sword back to his side and readjusting his coat.
Kim Dokja turned around when the rustling ended, and cleared his throat. “Thank you… for that. Um. I won’t breathe a word of it to the others.”
Ah, so cringy.
“It was fair. For your help.”
Kim Dokja made eye contact with Yoo Joonghyuk. The other man had pink dusting his cheeks.
“I think we both look normal, so we can probably leave. Ah— well, you might want to stay here since the scenario wasn’t meant to end until tomorrow and Biyoo is keeping the channel away until that time is over.”
He makes a complicated expression, like he’s contemplating something important. But when he opens his mouth, it’s not what Kim Dokja was expecting.
“…you should pull your collar up more.”
What?
Yoo Joonghyuk looked away, eyeing a spot on the floor.
Kim Dokja’s hand automatically flew up to his neck. He rubbed at the skin there, and then he pressed on what felt like the start of a bruise. His eyes widened.
“I- Yoo Joonghyuk!
[The Fourth Wall is laughing wildly.]
[K im D ok ja is an id iot.]
“You gave me permission,” he replied with burning ears.
Kim Dokja didn’t have any other argument ready, he just choked on his breath, and then huffed. “Well… anyway, you can stay here or leave whenever you want if you don’t care about the constellations knowing. I’ll— I need to go back.”
He awkwardly pulled on his shirt collar and then on his coat collar in an attempt to hide whatever else was peeking out. So much for looking inconspicuous.
Then he left.
His feet moved fast like there was a flame licking his heels, but in actuality, Kim Dokja was just thinking about how he now needs to bury every single memory of today away in his mind forever.
Fuck, he is so done for.