Two Hours to Survive the Route

Won-gyeong, who had remained silent, signaled to me with a small gesture visible only to me before opening his mouth, asking for my cooperation.

‘So there’s a method.’

When I nodded, Won-gyeong spoke to draw the other’s attention.

“I told you it was an important question. It wasn’t meaningless.”

His tone was suggestive.

Under the sharp gaze of the man wearing his own face, he stated it plainly.

“Within two hours, you have to sleep with Doya. Maybe me too.”

“You crazy bastard.”

“If you don’t, Doya will be dragged to the other side in two hours.”

Hearing that, Won-gyeong grabbed his other self by the collar in fury.

But even in the face of that anger, the other remained calm and continued explaining.

“Should I say it again in a way you’ll understand?”

He spoke provocatively.

“If you don’t have s*x with Doya within the next two hours, Doya dies.”

I don’t die.

It’s one of the Won-gyeongs who disappears.

Knowing that, he threatened himself with a face full of sincerity.

Hearing the voice of someone who could read his thoughts better than anyone, Won-gyeong wavered.

“Are you going to let her die?”

The other was certain he could never do that.

Split into two, Won-gyeong worked disturbingly well with himself.

Of course he did. They were both Won-gyeong.

Realizing this truly was the only method, I experienced rare, serious anguish over this 19+ romance simulation system.

But no matter how I thought about it, no alternative came to mind.

Even if there were two Won-gyeongs, I knew neither would ever harm me.

Still, that didn’t erase the fear of stepping into an unknown kind of relationship.

I really couldn’t believe it.

Why were there two of the same person?

Held firmly in strong arms so I couldn’t move, I sighed in Won-gyeong’s embrace.

“But do we have to do it in this position? Why are you holding me from behind?”

If we had to do this, fine.

But why was I immobilized in Won-gyeong2’s arms, facing Won-gyeong1?

Won-gyeong2, holding me tightly, offered an apologetic smile as he fiddled with my collar.

“If we’re observed simultaneously, other problems might occur.”

He answered hesitantly, slipping his hand beneath my clothes.

Won-gyeong2 felt closer somehow than Won-gyeong1.

The long fingers brushing across my stomach moved with unsettling familiarity.

Then—

“Won-gyeong.”

“Yeah?”

“No, not you. Won-gyeong2…”

I spotted something Won-gyeong1 had found nearby and screamed inwardly.

‘Why did you find that?!’

I knew the reason.

I just didn’t want to.

As if rejecting the future rushing toward me, I tensed.

“Won-gyeong1… Won-gyeong. Wait. Why the tie?”

The closer Won-gyeong1 came holding the flat strip of fabric, the more violently I twisted.

Won-gyeong2’s arms tightened to restrain me.

I struggled until my face flushed red but failed, panting in frustration.

While I squirmed, Won-gyeong1 looked down at my wrists with a gentle, thoughtful expression.

“You’re not going to tie me up, right? Right, Won-gyeong?”

“It’s better than holding you from behind. Even if I tie you, I won’t do anything you hate.”

“Doya, honestly, holding you like this made me nervous. I thought I might break your arm.”

“Why would my arm break just because you’re holding me?!”

When I stomped my foot on the bed, both Won-gyeongs fell silent.

Right.

He once crushed a monster’s head with one hand.

It was possible.

I acknowledged that.

But I was practically out of breath now.

Tied up?

With two of them?

I knew it had to be done, but instinctively resisted.

“I’m really sorry to say this, Doya… but if you move too much, your legs might…”

“…”

I went still.

If my legs were tied too, that would truly—

As I stopped struggling, Won-gyeong1 hesitantly secured my wrists with practiced ease.

It didn’t hurt.

But it was tied perfectly tight—impossible to slip free.

‘Why are you so good at this…?’

Staring blankly at my neatly bound wrists, I leaned my head back against Won-gyeong2’s chest.

From there, I watched Won-gyeong1 inspect the knot several times.

He must have felt my gaze, yet he never once looked at my face.

And just like that, my wrists were firmly bound.

Ah.

I’m doomed.

Completely doomed.

I twisted my arms slightly, but the short restraint limited my range.

My legs were free, but with Won-gyeong2 bracing behind me, moving wouldn’t help.

My below-average strength wouldn’t get me out of two Won-gyeongs’ arms anyway.

Not that I had a reason to run.

I could feel Won-gyeong2’s chest pounding against my back.

Heat radiated from him.

This would be exhausting for me.

For them… maybe not so exhausting.

“I’ll start.”

“Eek—!”

Won-gyeong1 climbed onto the bed and spread my legs.

Even without removing my clothes, my nape prickled.

He pressed his palm against my inner thigh before slipping his hand into my pants.

His fingers explored through the narrow space between fabric and skin.

He murmured while watching my expression.

My face burned.

I turned away—only to bury my face in Won-gyeong2’s chest.

The one embarrassing me was Won-gyeong.

The one holding me was also Won-gyeong.

I gave up.

Though I couldn’t see it, Won-gyeong2 exchanged a glance with his other self and faintly smiled.

Annoyed by the two identical men, I opened my mouth and bit the chest in front of me.

“Ah…”

“The one you bit was me, but somehow that still feels unpleasant.”

That was a mistake.

A low sound, almost satisfied, escaped Won-gyeong2’s lips.

Meanwhile, Won-gyeong1 let out a short breath and muttered something under his breath.

He withdrew his hand and finally began pulling down my pants.

“What about your underwear? If you don’t want to take it off, we can leave it.”

Considerate—yet perversely so.

When I narrowed my eyes at him, he blinked awkwardly.

“I don’t mean anything strange. I just thought you might be embarrassed.”

As he flustered under my stare, the man behind me played with my hair, clearly amused.

Watching his other self toy with my hair, Won-gyeong1 composed himself and said calmly,

“And Doya, that habit earlier is really dangerous if you’re with someone who can’t control themselves.”

He meant the bite.

Meeting my eyes, he added gently,

“But if it’s hard to fix, just do it with me.”

For a second, I almost nodded at his soft suggestion—

Then snapped back to my senses.

He was smooth at promising a next time.

‘He’s just saying we should do it again.’

Given this situation was unavoidable, hearing that felt like a blow.

“Whatever habits you have, I’ll match them.”

‘That’s sweet… but will we even have another time?’

If the bug was fixed, clearing Won-gyeong’s route would reward me.

There probably wouldn’t be.

Unaware of my thoughts, he spoke in a calm tone, as if trying not to frighten me.

“Is there anything you want?”

“Not really…”

“If there’s something you’ve wanted to try, say it. It’s rare to have two people for something like this.”

‘…What?’

I blinked, watching him undo his shirt buttons.

“This setup might burden you, so we won’t do it again. But today can’t be helped.

So if there’s something you’ve only imagined, say it without pressure.”

I stared blankly at Won-gyeong1 as he subtly glared at the version behind me.

This was consensual.

It wasn’t fair for Won-gyeong2 to be scolded.

So I defended him.

“I’m not being forced. And he’s you too, Won-gyeong. Don’t glare at him like that.”

“If you’re not being forced, that’s good…But Doya, you always say you’re fine.”

Calmly undoing his buttons, he continued,

“You say this is fine. You never get truly angry at anything I say.”

“That’s because I’m fine…”

“Doya.”

From behind me, Won-gyeong2 called my name quietly.

It sounded like he was trying to stop my answer.