The ease in his touch only made more anxious.
Honestly, I preferred how he was acting just a mont ago—impatient and flustered. When soone’s emotionally unstable, there’s at least a chance you can talk them down.
But this... this wasn’t that.
This was a very bad sign. I was scared sothing might seriously happen if this continued.
Rip—!
“...!”
The sharp sound that stabbed through my ears made flinch on reflex.
Like it was just a piece of tissue, the shirt tore easily in Cha Sahyeon’s hands and fell to the floor.
'Shit, that scared .'
Because I couldn’t see behind , every move he made felt that much more intense.
“Hyung, why are you trembling?”
Cha Sahyeon asked as he looked at my trembling shoulders and hands.
“Are you scared?”
Well, I’m pinned down under the Catastrophe. Wouldn’t anyone be scared?
Just in case, I answered in the most gloomy, downcast voice I could manage.
“...Yeah, I’m scared. So please let go, okay?”
“Wait. I’ll let you go after I finish applying the dicine.”
Damn it.
Didn’t work at all. Where the hell did this kid get such a stubborn streak?
I heard the sound of a cap being twisted off after Cha Sahyeon stepped away. Then, a hand sared with thick, white ointnt ca close.
He started with my upper shoulder.
His hand gently spread the ointnt over the wound and moved to the back of my neck. The dicated area stung and burned, but his touch was so careful that it was bearable.
As he focused on applying the dicine, a calm stillness settled over the bedroom.
He applied the ointnt thoroughly across my back. He was so earnest that he didn’t play around even once for more than ten minutes. Watching him made feel embarrassed instead.
'Seriously? Was he really just trying to help ?'
It was hard to keep being suspicious. The way he applied the ointnt was so clean and clinical.
He only applied it to the injured areas, gently rubbed it in, and then moved on with deliberate seriousness. It made feel like I’d be the rude one if I asked him to stop.
'I misjudged him. He’s perfectly normal.'
At this point, I couldn’t help but reflect.
Cha Sahyeon was just genuinely worried about . And here I was, thinking my completely normal little brother was so kind of pervert.
'Co on. As if Sahyeon would ever act like that. I put so much care into raising him.'
When you think about it, it’s obvious. What would Cha Sahyeon even know?
When he was a kid with no mories, I raised him myself. Even after he got his mories back, he said he’d wandered without a place to call ho. There’s no way he could’ve learned anything sexual.
'His kiss was pretty clumsy too...'
Taking that into account, he clearly had little to no experience.
He even once told not to go out and et girls, didn’t he? That probably ans he’s a bit conservative in temperant.
'Hmm. That’s actually kind of cute.'
My mind eased, and my body relaxed.
As long as nothing weird happened, I’d welco this kind of help with open arms. Like Sahyeon said, there were injuries I genuinely couldn’t reach on my own.
“Hyung, your back’s done. I’ll apply so to your front too, so sit up.”
On top of that, he even untied my hands once I stopped resisting!
Turns out I was suspicious for no reason and ended up freaking out over nothing. Regretfully, I sat up.
If I lay down right away, the ointnt on my back would sar all over the sheets, so I sat facing Sahyeon. While he’d been applying it to my back, he seed to regain his usual calm and now squeezed out more ointnt with a neutral expression.
'But... shouldn’t I be able to apply it to the front myself?'
The thought occurred to , but honestly, I’d rather just sit still than risk pushing back and getting slamd into the bed again.
After finishing the remaining wounds on my arms and chest, Cha Sahyeon pulled out another ointnt.
“I also bought one for bruises.”
You were the one who pressed so hard and caused the bruises. Now you’re applying ointnt? What kind of twisted logic is that?
...I wanted to say that, but I didn’t have the guts right now.
“Wow, Sahyeon, you’re so thorough!”
I grinned and buttered him up. Cha Sahyeon’s cheeks flushed pink.
You like that? Well, if it makes you happy, I’m happy too. Just please let finish getting treated /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ and put on so damn clothes.
The areas where the venom had splashed were only about coin-sized, but my side, where I got smacked by that giant spider leg, was covered in a huge, multi-colored bruise.
So the area that needed ointnt was wide. I was the one injured, but Cha Sahyeon looked like he was in pain, frowning hard as he applied the ointnt.
It was a bit surreal. That super serious expression of his was kind of funny.
Now completely relaxed, I reached up and pressed down on the frown between his brows.
“Why do you look like that while applying ointnt?”
“Because it looks like it hurts.”
“If you’re this gentle, it doesn’t hurt—it tickles.”
“Tickles?”
“You’re rubbing my side like this. Of course it tickles.”
Startled, Cha Sahyeon’s fingers pressed just a tiny bit harder. That only made it tickle more.
Ha— I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, and his eyes lit up as he looked at . Not even blinking, he suddenly gripped my side tightly.
“Ah, ah—! Hey, that hurts—”
The bruise got pressed, and a sharp jolt of pain shot through . I yelped—only for our lips to crash together.
His lips parted mine, and his tongue shoved in without hesitation. It wasn’t skillful—he just bit and swept through my mouth. It was desperate.
“Ugh, ah...!”
My bitten lips throbbed, and I couldn’t think straight.
I reflexively leaned back, but Cha Sahyeon grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled in hard.
My weight shifted backward, and my legs slipped underneath . I couldn’t hold myself up and ended up falling onto the bed.
'What the hell is turning you on right now?'
He didn’t let up. His lips stayed locked on mine, giving no chance to breathe.
“Wait, haah...!”
At so point, Cha Sahyeon’s thigh slipped between mine and started pressing and grinding against a sensitive spot.
This bastard... he was clearly copying what happened last ti in the Great Dungeon.
'I’m losing my mind...!'
I tried shoving him off with everything I had, but it was no use.
The sensation spread like fire. Unbelievably, the rough, painful kiss only made the pleasure worse.
Just as I was about to hit my limit, struggling to breathe, Cha Sahyeon finally pulled away.
“Haa... haah... huu...”
“Hyung.”
He softly brushed his lips against my cheek as I gasped for breath, then slowly lowered his head.
His lips grazed my chin, then my neck, collarbone, and chest. One by one, he touched and withdrew—then kept going lower until he stopped at my stomach.
Resting his face on my lower abdon, he gently tugged at my pants and asked,
“Should I help you?”
“...What?”
“It’s uncomfortable, right?”
Never in my life did I imagine I’d hear that co out of Cha Sahyeon’s mouth. As I stared at him, dumbfounded, he gave a small smile.
“I’m not confident I’ll be good at it since it’s my first ti... but it’s probably better than you doing it alone in the bathroom.”
“......”
You insane bastard.
I couldn’t take it anymore—I covered my eyes with my hand.
***
A soft breeze drifted through the open window of the CEO’s office.
Kwon Taehyuk looked up from the docunts he was reviewing at the sound of a knock.
“Sir.”
The chief secretary entered, wearing a strangely conflicted expression.
“Um... you have a visitor.”
“A visitor?”
Did he have an appointnt today?
As he double-checked his schedule, the secretary clarified.
“No, not your visitor... it’s soone here to see Hunter Cha Seohu.”
“Ah.”
At that, Kwon Taehyuk imdiately thought of Ryu Sunghyun.
Now that he considered it, it was about ti. This was technically his guild, but Ryu and Cha Seohu were close, so it’d be awkward to make a fuss over it.
'Guess I’ll pretend to escort the guest and sneak in a visit to Hunter Cha Seohu too.'
Just as Taehyuk was plotting how to ditch work for a bit, the secretary spoke again—almost like he knew what Taehyuk was thinking.
“It’s not the Circle Guild’s Vice-Guildmaster.”
It’s not Ryu Sunghyun?
“Then who?”
“The visitor registered through the Association.”
The Association? Kwon Taehyuk’s brow instantly furrowed.
“What the hell does the Association think it’s doing, sending soone to—”
“No, no. It’s actually soone else.”
“...Secretary, are you ssing with right now?”
“Of course not.”
Clearly flustered himself, the secretary let out a long sigh and handed over his tablet.
“The visitor is soone nad Yoon Jeha. The S-rank Hunter. I heard she was abroad until recently, but she apparently returned a few hours ago. She’s currently accompanied by Association officials.”
“Hunter Yoon Jeha?”
Kwon Taehyuk pictured a red-haired woman, her personality as fiery and troubleso as her hair.
An ominous feeling surged through him. Staring at Yoon Jeha’s picture on the tablet, he clenched his fist.
'Don’t tell she’s after Cha Seohu too...?'
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