You! Don’t Press that Button! - Chap 94

I don’t know how much time had passed when semen erupted from my fully erect member. As it shook up and down, it left sticky, opaque liquid on my chest, stomach, and Karhan’s abdomen.

Thinking I had finally been released, I tried to catch my breath and savor the afterglow, but the large weapon that had momentarily paused thrust intensely into my inner walls once again. Before I could grasp the situation, my mouth opened wide, letting out a cry-like moan.

“Hnnngh, ah! Nnngh―!”

Before the afterglow of ejaculation could fade, my slightly softened member rose again, filled with heat. I squeezed my eyes shut, and a tear rolled down my temple. Karhan’s large hand gently pressed my eyelids, wiping away the traces of tears.

“Haa! Nngh…! Ah, ah! Ah!”

Even with my eyes tightly closed, a white light flashed before me, making me dizzy. My weakened hands gripped the white bedsheet tightly, as if about to tear it. The large thing stirred inside me again, fiercely probing my slick, melting inner walls.

As I exhaled a rough breath, Karhan’s rough movements stopped. My eyes trembled slightly. I slowly opened my eyelids to look at Karhan, who was pressing down on me. His usually neatly arranged navy blue hair hung limply.

“Hnn, ah―”

While maintaining eye contact with me, Karhan slowly pulled his hips back. As his large member withdrew, my moist inner walls clung to it desperately, tightening even more. Feeling this sensation so vividly, my already flushed face grew even hotter.

With the tip of his member just barely resting at the entrance, Karhan remained still, so I blinked and looked up at him. He was looking down at the barely connected point of our union. Why is he staring so embarrassingly at that spot? I cleared my throat awkwardly.

“Ka-Karhan…?”

The moment I uttered his name, Karhan lowered his upper body, pressing firmly against me. His lips parted, and I felt his heated breath circling my ear.

“One more time.”

The long member that had been fully withdrawn suddenly entered me again. As it scraped my melted inner walls in an instant, I gasped, “Huk.” As an intense sensation overwhelmed me, Karhan’s hands prevented my legs from closing. He firmly gripped my soft thighs, spreading them wide to the sides.

“Ah, ah―!”

Once again, a flash of light appeared before my eyes. My heart pounded heavily at the pleasure that had just barely stopped. Feeling as if I might fall apart, I desperately reached out to push against Karhan’s chest, but his hips retreating and then thrusting forcefully was much faster.

Feeling like I might lose control from the excessive pleasure, I reached out again and wrapped my arms around Karhan’s neck, pulling him close. Karhan lightly bit my shoulder as if praising me for doing well.

It was only after climaxing like a storm several times that I realized: unlike mine, Karhan’s member had much more endurance.

He had his first ejaculation only after I had released several times, to the point where I was spurting only thin liquid towards the end. No matter how much I begged him to stop, it was useless. After being tormented by Karhan all night, it was only when the morning sun began to rise stealthily at dawn that I could finally close my eyes.

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For Karhan, sexual intercourse with a man was a first-time experience. It was the first time he had taken another’s genitals in his mouth, and the first time he had inserted his member into a man’s behind. Because of this, he thought it would be awkward before starting, but as soon as he saw the delicate black eyes trembling on his bed, he was blinded by excitement and immediately undressed and caressed Seol.

The skin that touched his lips was sweet like soft food and seemed to melt gently. When their lips collided and he delved into the tender flesh, their bodies intertwining, it was more delicious and ecstatic than any reward he had received as a child.

If just rubbing lips was this intoxicating, he couldn’t imagine what sensations would envelop his body when he entered. He wanted to spread open the tightly closed entrance and enter right away, but he didn’t want to hurt Seol, for whom this was his first sexual contact, nor did he want to burden him. Karhan wished for Seol to spend the night feeling only pleasure.

He slowly caressed and invaded Seol’s body to avoid causing pain. Every time Seol’s waist twitched, he became excited, and every time he heard a soft moan, he lost his mind. Seol, lying beneath him, breathing roughly and crying, looked so beautiful. His reddened eyelids, his fumbling lips, his soft cheeks.

In the end, he stroked Seol’s flushed face and moved his hips. Targeting the prostate, he tormented it persistently, and soon moans mixed with pleasure rather than pain flowed from Seol’s mouth.

Every time he thrust in and out forcefully, the tight inner walls squeezed his member as if trying to melt it. When high-pitched moans pierced his ears, an ecstatic sensation flowed through his entire body. It was the first time he had felt such intense pleasure filling him to the tips of his hair, making it difficult to maintain his sanity.

The lovemaking continued until late dawn due to his persistence, and it only ended when Seol, whose stamina gave out first, fell into a sleep-like unconsciousness.

Karhan caught his breath, holding the warm body in his arms. The soft breathing brushing his ear reignited the sexual desire that had just barely fallen asleep, but he postponed it for later. He couldn’t exhaust his partner on their first night.

He wanted to sleep together like this in his languid state, but there was what he had released inside Seol that needed to be cleaned up. If not, it might cause stomach pain.

He had no desire to ask a servant to do it. He couldn’t even imagine someone else’s hands touching this small body. He wondered how he had ever entrusted it to servants when Seol had just become human. Karhan carefully lifted Seol in his arms. In fact, he could have easily dealt with it using mana, but he didn’t want to do that either.

Washing him softly with hot water made Seol’s already flushed cheeks turn as red as a ripe fruit. It looked so beautiful that Karhan kept kissing, biting, and sucking on them. It was only when the sleeping Seol started making painful sleep-talking sounds that he was finally able to get up.

Now he had to return to reality and meet the person who had been waiting for him.

Quietly leaving the bedroom without waking the soundly sleeping Seol, Claude approached and whispered in a low voice.

“Your Grace. Lord Lyras has arrived.”

He knew. Lyras’s presence was so enormous that Karhan, being sensitive to mana, couldn’t pretend not to notice. The aura of the only existing dragon couldn’t be hidden even if one tried. Karhan nodded and headed to the reception room.

The two servants guarding the door quickly opened it as Karhan approached. With the bright light, he saw the back of Lyras sitting in a chair, waiting for him. He was leisurely savoring tea.

“Lord Lyras.”

It was the first time they had met face to face since their secret conversation with Seol in the dining room before. When Karhan called out carefully, there was a clinking sound as if Lyras had put down his teacup.

“It’s been a while.”

As Karhan bowed his head lightly, Lyras smiled and nodded slightly. Karhan sat across from him and spoke while picking up the teacup placed in front of him.

“I actually had something I wanted to consult with you about.”

“Given that I was rude before, I’ll listen attentively.”

Lyras said, playfully wrinkling his nose. He had changed considerably from his previous strange atmosphere. This was much closer to his usual self, but it felt oddly discomforting. Karhan quickly examined Lyras’s face.

Lyras, whom he had known since before he was born, always had a neat impression and exuded a relaxed and leisurely atmosphere. But now, Lyras looked subtly more tired than usual. The eyes of the oldest dragon were pale with fatigue filling beneath them.

Karhan hesitated, but after confirming that the green eyes were looking at him with their usual affection, he opened his mouth.

“On the third day of Atlena… that day, Seol’s appearance became blurry.”

The day he had fed him blood. Seol had become so transparent, as if about to disappear from this world, that the bedsheet he was lying on could be seen through him. When he reached out to caress him, he could feel his existence, but visually, it seemed like his hand would pass right through. That unstable appearance was terrifyingly alarming.

Karhan moistened his dry lips with his tongue, recalling that situation.

“As you said, the blood reduced the pain, but I don’t understand why his appearance was disappearing. I wonder if something might be wrong…”

A cool shadow fell over Karhan’s face. He slowly reached out to grasp the teacup, pretending to be calm, but due to a slight tremor, it clinked against the saucer.

Lyras slowly scanned Karhan’s appearance, then lowered his gaze to look at the brownish tea. The liquid in the teacup shimmered, reflecting the ornate chandelier. A heavy silence followed.

In Lyras’s mind, information about Seol was listed one by one in order.

First, all living beings have mana in their bodies, but that small bird had no trace of it. Second, he didn’t know anything about being a beastman, let alone the fact that he was one. Third, if he were a beastman, he should naturally know how to return to his original form, but he didn’t know at all.

Fourth… he doesn’t exist in the dream.

Since the day Lyras started dreaming, he had been having the same dream almost every night. The dream content progressed as if living daily life, then stopped at a certain point and didn’t go beyond that.

When he first saw the end of the dream, he sighed in relief, thinking he wouldn’t dream it anymore. But as if mocking Lyras, it returned to the starting point. Even on the night before he last slept five days ago, he was still repeating that dream. It was as if information was being injected into his mind.

Lyras grew increasingly tired due to the continuous dreams and sometimes confused dream and reality. It was as if one world had split into two at some branching point. Going back and forth between two worlds so similar, the baseline for distinguishing reality in his mind gradually blurred.

Lyras, who had been organizing his thoughts with his eyes closed, slightly parted his closed lips and murmured.

“If that place is reality… what is that child?”

“What do you mean?”

Karhan, who hadn’t missed the faint mumbling, asked, but Lyras didn’t answer, staring blankly into space. His mind was filled only with the question of where the small bird had come from.

As he pondered, twisting the information he had accumulated, he could expand the baseline between reality and dream into several. The initial moment when the story changed was already certain. The day that child, Seol, came to this mansion. Recalling the appearance of someone who knew nothing, yet had baseless confidence only about the person named Doel, he could quickly find the answer.

There are multiple worlds, and that child has crossed over here through some path.

He is a character that doesn’t exist in our story, in this world. As the knot that had been tangled in front unraveled, the questions that existed in his mind were solved one by one. This way, he could also explain why Seol’s appearance was becoming blurry on the third day of Atlena.

Since he was a character that originally didn’t exist, when he dies, he disappears without leaving a trace.