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“Get your filthy hands off of him!”
Kim Dokja’s vision whirled again when he was ripped from Secretive Plotter’s grasp like a ragdoll and manhandled into the arms of another, his face colliding into another set of formidable chests. His face sunk into the memory foam mattress that rumbled as its owner bickered with the Outer God.
“You have no idea how to treat a star. It is you who need to ‘get your filthy hands off’, 1864th turn.”
They were like mirror images of each other: sun-kissed skin littered with battle scars, bulky frame with wide shoulders, a good head taller than the Kim Dokja, and striking Adonis-like faces. Equipped at their belts were identical Black Demon Sword sheathed in their scabbards. The only distinguishing feature was their trench coat, one donning black one to the other’s white.
Despite their foreboding statures, they were both children obsessed with treating Kim Dokja like a coveted game console- or whatever the hell kids were crazy about nowadays.
Sage eyes activated; both were ready to tear a hole in the fabric of probability.
Kim Dokja, glanced up at the regressor, tugging his lapels for his attention. “Yoo Joonghyuk, stop. There’s no point arguing with the Plotter when—mmph!” A firm grip on the back of his head pushed his face back into his pecs, smothering him.
“You have no decency. How barbaric, “ Secretive Plotter drawled, arms folded in front of him. Kim Dokja must agree with him. This was completely uncharacteristic of this turn’s Yoo Joonghyuk who was always calm and collected; not even an ichthyosaur could make him bat an eye.
Kim Dokja steadied his palms against the protagonist’s chest – fingers itched to dig deeper into the pecs—and shoved, dislodging himself from the protagonist’s tight embrace. Unfortunately, his feet crossed over each and Kim Dokja found himself stumbling backwards in his escape.
An arm looped around his waist just as he lost footing and succumbed to gravity, pulling him close to yet again another chest. Kim Dokja sighed. What’s with his strange magnetism to lofty protagonist breasts?
“Are you alright, Kim Dokja?” A deep baritone voice mumbled behind him, breath fanning against his flushed ears. Kim Dokja glanced over his shoulders.
999th Yoo Joonghyuk. He was a rogue version of Yoo Joonghyuk with that eyepatch that covered his right eye.
Still, it was disconcerting to see this Yoo Joonghyuk materialize in human form rather than the small Murim dumpling that accompanied him in the Journey to the West. Kim Dokja shifted towards the man behind him and brought his slender hand to caress that sturdy jaw. Truly, it was a stark contrast from the pillowy softness that nestled in the crook of his neck back then.
999th Yoo Joonghyuk froze at the touch, eyes widened and mouth slightly agape by Kim Dokja’s bold action.
“Kim Dokja.”
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean- I was just curious.” He twisted his body back away from the guy behind him, face tilting downwards to shield his furious blush in the shadows of his bangs.
⟦ Kim Dokja thou ght that the eyepat ch aesth etic was ho t.⟧
Kim Dokja flushed further swatting at air as if the Fourth Wall was a tangible existence. He did NOT think that. He just thought it was a good change of pace?
“Kim Dokja.” 1864th’s steely voice snapped Kim Dokja out of his reverie. When Kim Dokja took in his surroundings again, 1864th and SP shuffled closer, until they were an arm’s length away from them. As three Yoo Joonghyuks encroached in his personal space, one question weighed heavy in Kim Dokja’s head.
How the hell did it come to this?
Kim Dokja knitted his eyebrows in consternation as he thought back to the events that transpired.
It was a fine afternoon; the area where they decided to set up camp was encircled by acres and acres of lush greenery. The pink petals scattered by bellowing winds hailed the spring season, something that his companions never expected in this apocalyptic world. A river stretched across the edges of the forest, where the kids have begun engaging in an impromptu water fight. Lee Jihye joined the fray because “Master will see how much I’ve improved in naval warfare”.
Han Sooyoung, like the feline she was, lounged leisurely on top a blanket, the midday sunlight fanning across her iridescent cheeks.
The rest of the Kim Dokja company were off doing their own thing and Kim Dokja trusts them enough to not be breathing over their shoulders every 20 minutes.
Kim Dokja offered to farm any scenarios that would provide the herbs necessary and tugged a very reluctant Yoo Joonghyuk along who was more keen on refining his swordsmanship with his protegee.
And Kim Dokja could tell because Yoo Joonghyuk refused sheathe his sword, letting it mark the dirt as he dragged it behind him.
The thicket of vines and shrubs intercepted their surge deeper into the forest, easily dismantled by a swing of Unbreakable Faith and Black Demon Sword. The dense forest fed into an open clearing, devoid of any greenery and lined with countless gravel and rocks. A large cave was carved into the towering walls of the cliff ahead.
“Kim Dokja, what did you drag me all the way here for?”
“The Final Scenario is almost here. There are still some materials I have to get to prepare for it.”
“Do it yourself, Kim Dokja. I’m busy.”
“But Yoo Joonghyuk, I need someone to watch my back and who else but the Supreme King himself. “
Yoo Joonghyuk grunted and grumbled something under his breathe, but Kim Dokja was too enthralled by the overarching cave in the distance to care. Surely there was a Hidden Scenario deep in the caverns.
Kim Dokja briskly strides into the cave, stalactites hung from the ceiling like chandeliers, a musky scent permeated throughout. In response, Kim Dokja pinched his nose and fanned the air in front of him.
Ugh… it smelled like sex.
The cave yielded no rewards, no loot that would be worth taking back to camp. Kim Dokja foraged the area a little longer hoping to find something, anything that would justify why he dragged the protagonist all the way here.
After a good 10 minutes, the unfamiliar stench became overwhelming, to the point where even his hands and fingers couldn’t dilute it any longer. He sprinted as quickly as he could out of the cave, not a single coin or resource richer than when he had entered.
Just as the light shone on his ivory skin, a notification window popped up in front of him. The light from the screen coupled with the light from the outside blinded Kim Dokja momentarily. When vision acuity adjusted to the brightness, he read the message.
<Hidden Scenario – Pilgrim of the Immoral Abyss>
Category: Hidden
Difficulty: ???
Clear Conditions: Participate in a board game and acquire at least 4 stars
Time Limit: 20 turns
Compensation: coins earned in this scenario + a surplus of desired ingredient +???
Failure: Death
[What happens in this subspace will not be recorded within ‹STAR STREAM›]
His eyes roved the screen in front of him, an eyebrow raised, as his fingers followed each line of the scenario. It wasn’t peculiar that there was a Hidden Scenario this far into the novel; these scenarios were just the Constellations’ folly whenever they were bored and wanted to fuck around with their [least] favorite Constellation and his companions.
What was strange was the name of the scenario. Immoral Abyss? What was so immoral about the scenario after all this time? The boundaries of law have been crossed multiple times at this point.
Possession of Illegal Weapons? Done that.
Assault? Done that.
Kidnapping? Done that.
Murder? Done that.
It’s more of a question of what him and his companions haven’t done.
There was something in fine print at the bottom right corner that Kim Dokja had to squint to make out the letters.
Did this have something to do with Uriel? She was an ally so this Hidden Scenario shouldn’t be that bad?
[Hidden Scenario will commence in 10 seconds]
“What?!”
Kim Dokja moved at lightning speed, opening Midday Tryst to alert Han Sooyoung that he was wrapped in a Hidden Scenario and that she led operations in his stead.
“Kim Dokja, what’s going on?!” Yoo Joonghyuk, who had finally caught up with him (seriously with those long legs, Kim Dokja expected a rendezvous earlier in the cave) ,yelled, hand resting atop of the hilt of his sword, poised to defend against any enemies.
“There’s no time to explain, Yoo Joonghyuk! Get ready for a Hidden Scenario!”
The scenario screen flashed, a harsh light enveloped the duo, as the forest dissipated. Kim Dokja’s vision swirled and the next time the haze cleared up, he was this strange world.
The scene was vaguely reminiscent of when he was in the Dark Castle scenario: A dirt path cut through a towns, forests, and mountains, In the distance was a grim Gaelic castle that stood tall and daunting. Along the path, at regular intervals, were circles slightly elevated off the ground like… like what you’d expect… in a board game?
Kim Dokja never really had the liberty to enjoy video games growing up but even he was cognizant that that this was a shitty spin-off of that ◼◼◼◼◼ Party game that was all the rave back in those days.
His hands twitched, very tempted to knock himself out. Before he could however, two people spawned into the Scenario. As their features materialized, Kim Dokja was speechless.
Secretive Plotter, devoid of his veil, was standing erect looking bewildered as heck by his forced entry, even more so by an identical twin who stood next to him. Not only that, but it appears that all of 999th Yoo Joonghyuk’s missing limbs were reattached by some grand feat in medical history.
Great. So not only did he have to deal with the Plotter, but he also had to deal with him in a crude spin-off game from that franchise with a jumping Italian man with a red cap.
That ‘uriels_apostle’ Constellation have no shame in copy-pasting that popular game to set the scene for this folly. Lacked creativity too. Do the laws of copyright not apply in this world?
Still, they must be an entity on par with the Dokkaebi King. Who had the probability to set up such an outrageous scenario against the Star Stream, force an Outer God into it, and tear the 999th turn out of Secretive Plotter and reconstruct his missing limbs? Kim Dokja really couldn’t think of any Constellation that fit the criteria.
But he was more concerned over that constellations’ intent. If they truly were a devout follower of Uriel, he could really only think of one reason why he was with three Yoo Joonghyuks.
Kim Dokja trembled; his heart thrummed with an emotion he refused to call anticipation. He may not leave this scenario with his chastity intact.
Which brings him to his current debacle: squished among three overzealous protagonists.
Seriously, one Yoo Joonghyuk was a ticking time bomb. Three was just a threat to the already fragile peace.
I have to finish this game as soon as possible without jeopardizing our companionship. Surely Yoo Joonghyuk wants no part in this. He had Lee Seolhwa after all.
“Yoo Joonghyuk.” Three heads turned at his call.
Ok, this was confusing.
“Sorry I meant 1864th turn.”
1864th Yoo Joonghyuk looked at his counterparts smugly and turned to Kim Dokja, expectantly.
“Don’t worry, you sunfish bastard! I won’t touch a hair on your head. This scenario won’t ruin our companionship.”
The light in his eyes dimmed immediately; the straight line of his lips curled downwards into a deep scowl.
Secretive Plotter coughed into his fist in a poorly concealed chuckle. 1864th Yoo Joonghyuk looked like he was ready to throttle the Plotter in the next second.
“Shut up, Kim Dokja.”
Kim Dokja was taken a back. What’s with that attitude? He didn’t say anything wrong.
“Since it gets confusing, I will refer to you all as 1864th, Plotter, 999th.” Kim Dokja pointed at each Yoo Joonghyuk as he recited their nicknames. The response was mixed across the board: Plotter smirked as he retained his original title, 1864th glowered ready to strangle Kim Dokja, and 999th, unsurprisingly the most mild-mannered, simply nodded.
If there were any opposition, Kim Dokja didn’t want to hear it.
“How do we clear the scenario Kim Dokja,” 999th Yoo Joonghyuk inquired detaching himself from Kim Dokja’s back.
The three Yoo Joonghyuks listened intently as Kim Dokja recounted what the Hidden Scenario details entailed. True to their skills as pro gamers, each Yoo Joonghyuk absorbed each piece of information with rapt attention. With three pro gamers in the tow, Kim Dokja was more invigorated to complete this damn Scenario without any major … issues.
Also, Kim Dokja was positive that no matter what that sick Constellation threw at them, that Yoo Joonghyuks too straight to bat an eyelash to succumb to anything Kim Dokja would be forced to do.
⟦Kim Dokja i s an idi ot⟧
Kim Dokja rolled his eyes. The Fourth Wall is faulty piece of work. What did it know about his life and death companion? He’s read through enough regressions to understand that Yoo Joonghyuk had no attraction to men for god sake so he knew he was right.
Still, Kim Dokja wasn’t about to ‘YaHOO!’ his way through this sick game, punching bricks powerups to save some princess at the end. However, the payout was worth it. He could mine for coins AND acquire the herbs necessary for Lee Seolhwa to concoct more Life and Death pills.
But first, he had to deal with the animosity between the Yoo Joonghyuks, 1864th and the Plotter specifically.
Kim Dokja stepped away from the trio so that he could see them all equally.
“Alright, I’m sure none of us wants to die.”
The Yoo Joonghyuks collectively deadpanned to him. He quickly held his hand up in mock surrender.
“Yes, that includes me. So please behave until the scenario is over.”
Kim Dokja was half tempted to beg for the sake of world peace. Anarchy would ensue if the Yoo Joonghyuks were let loose without restraint and Kim Dokja was not about to let that happen when the epilogue was within his grasp.
Ping!
[Players will now be teleported to the starting area.]
A flash of light enveloped the group once again, this time taking them all to the place on the board on the outskirts of the town.
[Player 1, the constellation ‘Demon King of Salvation’ will start]
A block appeared above his head, cycling through the numbers from 1 to 6.
Kim Dokja sighed; this was truly a pirated game. He jumped and hit the block, the numbers rolling and slowly stopping at 6.
A strange force compelled his feet to advance n steps, striding past the taverns and bookstores that stood erect around the path, until he landed on a blue circle.
He had to do a minigame already?
A panel appeared hovering above, cycling through several numerical options, too fast for Kim Dokja to make out what they were. This time, he had no control when it would stop.
1 vs 3
Kim Dokja gulped, he had an inkling which direction probability will tilt, and this intuition was on the mark as another screen levitate in front of his face. His stomach dropped as he read each word.
Minigame: Hot and Bothered!
Instructions
Player 1 must perform a lap dance.
Player 1 wins if Players 2,3,4 get turned on and will be compensated with 10,000 coins. While Player 1 tends to a player, the other players are not allowed to interfere.
No penetration! But everything else is a-ok! ♡♡♡
Kim Dokja blinked. And blinked, rubbing his eyes this time to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.
[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ is shaking!]
Penetration!!! How raunchy has this hidden scenario?! Kim Dokja paled at realization that perhaps he underestimated how immoral this hidden scenario was. That this ‘uriel apostle’ was giving the Devil of Lust and Fury a run for his money.
It can only go downhill from here.
He didn’t even have time to process the shock before he was thrusted into another subspace, the same blinding light obscured his vision. The set changed incredibly fast and in the next moment. They were all teleported to a lounge embellished with lush furnishings. The pink hue matched with the sultry vibe of the situation. A low hum of bass reverberated in the background, confirming Kim Dokja’s suspicion that this was indeed some kind of stripper club.
In front of him, the three Yoo Joonghyuks were seated adjacent to each other on the circular sofa like young chaebols waiting to be serviced by a prostitute, which in this scenario, Kim Dokja supposed that would be him. They weren’t sitting shoulder to shoulder, about an arms-length separated each Yoo Joonghyuk. Their respective trench coats were taken off, conveniently by the Scenario. The hard muscles in their arms and chest contracted, as they tried to fight the probability that forced them down in their seats. Three pairs of eyes were all trained on him with something dark and predatory. Something unmistakably raw.
Kim Dokja’s frame shook, unuse to this kind of attention directed towards him. He was a 28-year-old virgin so the closest thing he had to a romantic relationship was one construed in his dreamscape (He refuse to admit that his attractive partner resembled one particular protagonist)
There were no stories stitched to him that could help him in this situation. But cut him some slack. Who the hell would have expected something like this?
At least this scenario was generous, right away, the reward for a minigame was 10,000; Kim Dokja could easily accumulate 100,000 when he’s done with this Hidden Scenario.
I’m just doing this to prepare for the Final Scenario.
[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ solidifies.]
Whatever let’s just get this over with.
His eyes trained on 1864th Yoo Joonghyuk, his life and death companion whom he shared the arduous journey up until this point. His confidante to an extent. Kim Dokja felt that with him, he would be judged less severely for his lack of sexual appeal.
Kim Dokja slowly sauntered, letting the sleeves slither down each arm, the lapels slowly descended his back. His lithe frame was on full display, a stark contrast against the bulky ones of the protagonist.
Secretive Plotter clicked his tongue while 999th Yoo Joonghyuk looked on with an unreadable expression when they realized Kim Dokja’s first target.
With each step forward, the confidence in his gait faltered. Kim Dokja stopped just short of 1864th Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap. His eyes looked anywhere but the protagonists, instead finding the texture of the sofa underneath to be fascinating.
“Come, Kim Dokja.” A low guttural growl called out. Yoo Joonghyuk pat his lap, slumping back into the soft comforters. The picture of leisure.
Kim Dokja furrowed his brows.
This sunfish bastard. Did he think I was a dog?
It was unfair how the protagonist was still composed while The Fourth Wall was barely holding his mental state together.
With a coy smile plastered on his face, Kim Dokja descended upon 1864th Yoo Joonghyuk, ignoring the beckoning and instead falling on his knees, planting his palms on top of each firm thigh. His nimble fingers slinked in the crack, slowly prying the protagonists’ thighs open to make room for himself.
Cheeks pressed against the right thigh, Kim Dokja peered at Yoo Joonghyuk from under his thick lashes.
Nothing. The protagonist remained unmoving, tight-lipped.
Kim Dokja needed to up his game.
The cushions of the sofa sunk as Kim Dokja rose and climbed on, preparing to straddle Yoo Joonghyuk, not quite sitting down yet. His ass stuck out as his hands clambered onto the broad shoulders in front of him. His fingers grazing the tense muscles there and traveling down to those protruding pecs, dwarfed in comparison to the protagonist’s sizeable chest. Kim Dokja leaned in and pressed his ear against it.
Thump. Thump. The sound of Yoo Joonghyuk’s heart. Like listening to the sound of the sea through a conch shell.
Kim Dokja pawed at the divots of his abs and raked his fingernails against the rigid bumps, admire how they almost shy away from his teasing touches. Confidence resurged through his body as his advances
His hips moved in gyrated, his ass drawing circles in the air above Yoo Joonghyuk’s pants. He let his hips drop closer to before he quickly skidded away.
This time when Kim Dokja peered at Yoo Joonghyuk demurely from under his lashes. Yoo Joonghyuk’s composure cracked.
Though hardly noticeable, there was a slight pink hue that dusted his ears, and when Kim Dokja tried to meet his eyes, Yoo Joonghyuk purposely avoided it.
Kim Dokja’s mouth curled into a shit-eating grin.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
As he continued his assault, his eyes were drawn to the two Yoo Joonghyuks sitting next to 1864th, in particular Secretive Plotter. Kim Dokja could see the tension on the Plotter’s jawline as he grits his teeth. The muscles on his biceps bulge as the Plotter fought against some unknown power that forced his body down.
A surge of electricity flashed, crackling through the Plotter’s frame when his resistance grew, successfully restraining the Plotter.
Kim Dokja widened his eyes. It seems that the scenario is properly enforcing the rules of the minigame. The Plotter’s eyes flashed gold as they met Kim Dokja’s own. Even though they weren’t connected through Midday Tryst, Kim Dokja could understand what the Plotter wanted.
The sight of his mirror image being fondled by a shriveled-up middle-aged man must have been traumatizing. Kim Dokja would want to stop it to if it were him too.
“Focus on me, Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk growled, tugging Kim Dokja’s face back forward with a firm grip in his black tresses.
Kim Dokja frowned; the protagonist recovered from his bashfulness too quickly for his liking.
Feather-light touches grazed, his neck, roving down his spine, tracing the knobs of his spin down to his tailbone. The tanned hand found its home comfortably cupping his waist.
A sly hand slipped in between the gaps of his wrinkled pollo shirt, breaching the folds, thumbing the pale chest.
Kim Dokja’s breath hitched when that thumb ran vertically between the crevice of his chest.
At the same time the large hand that cupped his waist slowly thumbed his hip bone and traveled closer to his nether region before it returned to his hipbone again.
Control your breathing, Kim Dokja. In and out.
But Kim Dokja was only human, coupled with the fact that his body hasn’t felt the tender touches in such a long time amplified the pleasure that singed his nerves.
The last bastion against Yoo Joonghyuk’s advances broke down as his fingers made their way to the perky bud, swiping against the mound quickly. It hardened instantly.
“Ahhh!” Kim Dokja clasped his mouth, disbelief crossed his face at the foreign sound he made.
Yoo Joonghyuk stilled. Kim Dokja cautiously peeked down. A sense of foreboding sunk in his stomach as those eyes reflected something foreign. Curiosity. Fascination. Hunger.
“Wait, I -!“ Those rough fingers returned, more forceful then before. The buttons that desperately held his clothes together popped off, as the protagonist tore through with both hands to get his prized jewels.
Back straight as taut as a bow as Yoo Joonghyuk mercilessly assaulted both his tits, squeezing, pinching the sensitive buds with fervor. They were like buttons, each press and twist incited cute little gasp and moans to tumble out of Kim Dokja’s treacherous lips. Not even his fingers could bar those embarrassing noises from escaping.
Kim Dokja never thought his nipples would be his erogenous zones, but as the electrifying sensation rattled his frame, his arms and legs began to tremble, unable to hold his own weight. Slowly his body slid down until his ass pressed flushed against Yoo Joonghyuk’s clothed cock. And…
Oh. Oh. Something hard prodded at his clothed ass, threatening to bust through the seams and find its way home to his moist cavern.
Shocked by the sensation from below, Kim Dokja couldn’t defend himself as a pair of lips came crashing down, molding against his own. Yoo Joonghyuk ravaged his mouth again, wrestling, stealing any remaining oxygen Kim Dokja had to have a functioning brain.
Kim Dokja’s vision blurred, tears pooled on the rims of his eyes as he struggled against all the touches against his sensitive body
Those persistent fingers still torturing his sore nubs. The hard dick slowing gyrating against ass. The tongue that tussled with his own.
Kim Dokja was horrified when the little cocklet in his pants started to stir. He wanted to squeeze his thighs shut to hide his growing erection, but Yoo Joonghyuk’s stupidly muscular thighs were in the way.
The tongue in his mouth teased his palette, rubbing the surface, and traced the underside with the tip.
Oh no. Kim Dokja was literally going to pass out from the lack of air at this rate. He planted hands on sturdy shoulders and with all the strength he could muster, shoved the protagonist away.
A thin thread of saliva connected the two lips as they detached. The hands fondling his sensitive chest finally relented and slid down to steady Kim Dokja at the hips.
Kim Dokja’s entire body burned as he struggled to regain his breath. Yoo Joonghyuk took in the ravaged state of his companion before him: cheeks flushed pink, eyes glazed over, saliva dribbled from the sides of his red lips, shirt skewed with his pink nubs tenting through the fabric, and that adorable erection that Kim Dokja was desperately trying to hide. Yoo Joonghyuk licked his lips appraisingly as he dipped next to Kim Dokja’s head and nosed his equally red ear.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Kim Dokja.”
Shuddering, Kim Dokja squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head vehemently.
“No,” he murmured petulantly like a child.
[The incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]
[Your statement has been confirmed to be false.]
Damn it.
A low chuckle resonated in his ears as the protagonist continued his conquest on his neck, peppering kisses from the juncture and up to his jaw. And starting again. In his exploration, Yoo Joonghyuk nibbled, leaving light bitemarks in his tracks.
Having lost all strength in his limbs, Kim Dokja could do nothing but lay slack against the protagonist’s hold and let him do as he pleased. When Yoo Joonghyuk dug his fangs in a particularly sensitive patch of skin, Kim Dokja couldn’t help but whimper pathetically.
Zap!
Why wasn’t the Star stream doing anything? Yoo Joonghyuk was straight up manhandling him at this point! You can’t even call this a lap dance anymore.
“Call me Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja,” His voice was laden with molten sex from his position in the crook of Kim Dokja’s neck.
The slimy sensation on his neck gave way to raw pleasure that singed his nerves, uncontrollable shivers wracking his body. Kim Dokja froze when Yoo Joonghyuk tested the firmness of his skin against his teeth, the strength of each bit becoming more and more painful.
Oh no. He wasn’t, was he?
“Wait-ah- please! 1864th …. that’s- AHHH! Kim Dokja sang when Yoo Joonghyuk bit hard into his shoulder like a mutt, puncturing skin. When his incisors left, Kim Dokja was positive there was a bloody crescent.
“Not the number. My name Kim Dokja. Say it... “ Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes glinted with dark amusement.
Kim Dokja looked at Yoo Joonghyuk’s teasing smirk through his blurry vision, a trail from saliva slipped from the corners of his mouth each time he panted. Kim Dokja grits his teeth. He had to salvage what’s left of his dignity at this point.
With his shaky hands, Kim Dokja cupped Yoo Joonghyuk’s face, fingers molding into the protagonist’s sharp jawline. Hands that anchored his waist tightened as Kim Dokja’s face drew closer and closer to Yoo Joonghyuk.
The regressor tilted his head expectantly, eyes closed, only to brush passed soft black locks as Kim Dokja nestled into juncture between the head and neck.
Kim Dokja blew softly into Yoo Joonghyuk’s right ear and licked a stripe from the lobe, tracing the arch, up until the tip.
“Joonghyuk-ah~”
Zap!
For a second, Kim Dokja thought Yoo Joonghyuk’s brain short circuited. His breath stilled and his eyes widened. A dark look suddenly flashed across his face as the hands on his hips gripped tightly, enough to leave prints on Kim Dokja’s alabaster skin.
“What are you-argh!”
Before it registered in Kim Dokja head, Yoo Joonghyuk thrusted his hips upwards as he pulled Kim Dokja down, their clothed dicks grinding together deliciously. The heat that melded their lower bodies together intensified, slotting together like a perfect puzzle. Kim Dokja threw his head back and screamed; the coil in his stomach burst, the front of his pants soiled by his cum.
Harsh puffs of warm air escaped his bitten lips and Kim Dokja struggled to regain his composure, but the protagonist kept overstimulating him in his post orgasmic bliss, rutting his large erection against his flaccid cocklet. There wasn’t a moment to rest as his body started to react again.
Past the hazy buzz of adrenaline, Kim Dokja could hear multiple zaps in the distance.
“Kim Dokja.” Kim Dokja shivered at the raw thirst behind that guttural groan.
“Kim Dokja´ A thick finger slipped under the elastic band of his briefs and slowly made their descent down past the mounds of his cheeks and dipped into his hot valley.
In his pleasured addled dizziness, Kim Dokja could only tug feebly at the intruding hand. His ass rubbed raw from friction of Yoo Joonghyuk’s rutting and his hands that were kneading his cheeks like dough.
His eyes rolled towards the back of his head by the repeated stimulation.
“S-stop, stop- please- Yoo Joonghyuk-ahh.”
DING!
[Congratulations, the constellation Demon King of Salvation, you win!]
Suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk’s movements came to a grinding halt. The protagonist looked absolutely livid as he struggled against the same restraints that bound the Plotter and the 999th Yoo Joonghyuk.
As the numbness in his limbs receded, clarity returned to his head.
Huh I won? But I didn’t even give the other two lap dances yet.
When he turned to the other two Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja was met with impressive bedroom eyes. As his eyes trailed down, from the muscles hard-wired to their chest to their torso, he gasped at the large bulge caged in the seams of their pants. They were sporting impressive boners that looked borderline painful.
⟦Kim Dokja wa s disappo inte d he cou ldn’t give th em la p danc es. ⟧
Shut up. No, I’m not.
But still. There was a rush of adrenaline that coursed through his body as Kim Dokja realized that he had done this to the Yoo Joonghyuks. His lewd display turned on the Supreme King , the subject of many’ s erotic fantasies.
Exhilaration thrummed through his veins. The sheer power he held over his beloved protagonist was euphoric. Unknowingly, a small tongue peeked from his plump lips, swiping. Three pairs of eyes followed that organ as it made its way across his lips.
Was he an exhibitionist? But he never showed any signs of this ever?
As Kim Dokja battled his identity crisis, the system chimed.
[Compensation will now be given to the winner. All players will return to the board.]
The same light enveloped the group and in the next second, they all found their respective places on the board,
Kim Dokja’s eyes raked down the three Yoo Joonghyuks unconsciously, eyes bulging when they were still sporting erections. Damn. Kim Dokja almost felt sorry for them. Emphasis on the almost.
As his gaze traveled back upwards, he gulped. Just as he was admiring the three, he was also subject to predatory assessments from the Yoo Joonghyuks. If he didn’t know any better, Kim Dokja would think that their gaze was trained on his erogenous zones. Like he was a slab of meat in the den of wolves.
Eyes flashed gold as their eyes met. His heart jumped at the dark promise behind their hooded gaze.
He’d have to bid farewell to his chastity after all, Kim Dokja sobbed internally.
He was not looking forward this at all.
⟦ Kim Dok ja wa s excit ed to ge t ri d of h is virg in statu s⟧