If you don’t like it, run away

At the low voice, Sana only blinked, staring at Doha. Realizing Sana hadn’t understood his words, Doha smiled wryly. ‘The day would come when I’d painfully realize that seduction only works on those who can be swayed.’

If words didn’t work, he had no choice but to show him directly.

He brought the hand that was holding Sana’s arm upwards and gripped the back of his head. The small head fit perfectly in his hand.

With a sudden pull, Sana’s face was drawn towards Doha. Instantly, the distance between them narrowed to the point where a single sheet of paper could barely slip through.

“If you don’t like it, push me away or run.”

He knew Sana’s eyes were wide and unblinking, yet he didn’t hesitate. He told him to push him away, but in truth, he didn’t even give him a chance to do so.

He simply covered Sana’s lips. With the tight pressure, a faint moan escaped Sana’s lips. When he pushed his tongue between the parted lips, Sana’s upper body flinched.

Doha’s hand, which had been wrapped around Sana’s waist, delved beneath his shirt. As it traced its way up his spine, Sana squirmed, as if ticklish. But with his head gripped by Doha, he couldn’t escape.

His fingers traced along the shoulder blades, slowly moving down his back. When Doha placed his palm in the middle of his back and pulled, Sana’s body pressed even closer.

A gasp escaped from between their lips as Doha shifted his head. He tilted his head back slightly to check Sana’s face. If he looked like he was about to cry, or was disgusted with revulsion, he intended to let go. Although he couldn’t guarantee he could let go, as the switch had already been flipped, he would at least try.

Sana’s face was flushed crimson, but there was no sign of refusal. His breath came in short, quick gasps between his red lips, as if he was out of breath.

‘Still confusing. I can’t tell if he’s jaded or innocent.’

He swallowed the rising frustration with a hot breath as he overlapped their lips again. He felt Sana’s fingertips, resting on Doha’s shoulder, trembling faintly. Yet, even as Doha messily explored his mouth, Sana never once pushed him away.

Since he didn’t refuse, there was no stopping. ‘How far could he go?’

“You, you talked about being my lover or something, didn’t you?”

He asked, meeting Sana’s gaze. Sana only blinked, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

“Then, I suppose I can do things like this too.”

Before Sana could understand the meaning of his words, Doha’s hand moved to his crotch. When he pressed down over his clothes, Sana flinched, seemingly surprised, and tried to pull his body back. However, Doha had his arm wrapped around Sana’s waist, making it a futile attempt.

A soft lump was captured in his hand. It wasn’t hard at all yet.

He grabbed the back of Sana’s head again, pulled him closer to overlap their lips, and simultaneously rubbed below. With the simultaneous stimulation from above and below, Sana squirmed, trying to twist away from Doha, but there was no way he could overpower him.

Slowly, his crotch began to swell. Even with the forced stimulation, his body reacted to pleasure. Doha traced the swelling shape with his fingers, then used his entire palm to cup it. As he squeezed with his fingers, the hand Sana had used to grip Doha’s shoulder tightened.

“Hnng, no, don’t, Ugh!”

The short resistance faded between their overlapping lips, which seemed to devour him. As Doha slowly stroked him up and down, still gripping his crotch over his clothes, a moan resonated in Sana’s throat.

The front of his loose training pants visibly swelled. Even when Doha removed his hand, the heated area visibly twitched.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

He tilted his head slightly, putting his lips to Sana’s earlobe and whispering. Sana shuddered, as if chilled when his breath touched his ear.

Doha extended his tongue and licked the part of his neck just below his ear. Hiiik, Sana let out a sharp gasp and tried to push Doha’s shoulders with both hands.

As if he had been waiting, Doha pulled Sana’s training pants down to his thighs. Up until then, there had been no reaction from him. He had been walking around wearing only a top all day anyway, so it was natural that he felt no sense of danger about his pants being pulled down.

Sana’s eyes widened as Doha rubbed below his testicles over his underwear. He seemed flustered by the touch, which felt closer than when he touched him over his clothes.

“Don’t touch there, Ugh!”

When Doha slipped his fingers inside his underwear in the groin area and stroked his bare skin, a fairly loud moan escaped him.

Sana, seemingly startled by his own sound, raised both hands to cover his mouth. Doha continued to kiss along Sana’s neck, then bit his earlobe. When he put his tongue inside his ear, he felt Sana’s body stiffen with a jolt. At the same time, Sana’s underwear became damp.

“He came.”

At Doha’s calm murmur, Sana forcefully pushed Doha’s chest. This time, Doha willingly backed away.

“If you don’t like this…”

Doha, who was about to say that Sana could leave whenever he didn’t like being touched, closed his mouth the moment he saw Sana’s face. Sana’s small face was flushed crimson. It looked as if he would explode if one more word was spoken.

Doha stood blankly under the shower in the bathroom, letting the water stream down on him. He raised his right hand and looked at it, letting out a short groan. The heat he had felt in his hand didn’t easily subside. The sensation of the damp underwear was still vivid.

‘Ugh…’

Sana, his face flushed red as if about to burst, met Doha’s eyes and parted his lips as if to say something, but in the end, uttered no words. Doha’s gaze moved down to his crotch, and only then, realizing it was damp from him having ejaculated, Sana hastily pulled his shirt down to cover himself. However, even that wasn’t effective.

It was because he was wearing the new, form-fitting shirt Doha had bought him, not Doha’s loose, oversized shirt.

‘This…’

Sana’s face crumpled into a tearful expression, unable to continue his words. Not just his face, but his neck and even his thighs, exposed as his training pants were pulled down, were all flushed crimson. It seemed his entire body, hidden by his clothes, was completely red.

Whoosh, Sana quickly pulled up his pants, covering his damp underwear. Doha wanted to stop him, thinking he would just make his pants messy, but Sana backed away, evading Doha’s outstretched hand.

‘I-I’m sorry!’

He couldn’t understand what he was apologizing for. He just blurted out those words and entered the bathroom without looking back. Soon, he heard the sound of water inside, indicating he was washing.

‘His underwear must be ruined, so should I bring him a change of clothes?’ He briefly wondered if he might come out completely naked after showering, then found underwear and pants among the newly bought clothes, placed them in front of the bathroom door, and went out to the veranda to get a cigarette.

He hadn’t expected Sana to react that way. He had only expected him to refuse or be disgusted since he had touched him inappropriately… But that reaction earlier wasn’t anger; it was bewilderment.

Like a teenager who didn’t know what to do, feeling troubled… Could this be his first time experiencing something like this?

He clenched the hand he had been idly looking down at. A feeling of regret, wondering if he had made a mistake, arose simultaneously with a desire to color him completely in his own hues.

‘I’m not in my right mind.’

He let out a long sigh and shook his head, but his mind was still noisy.

Sana sat curled up on the living room sofa, staring at the closed bathroom door. What kind of expression should he wear when Doha came out after showering?

His rolling eyes drifted down to between his legs. Without even recalling anything specific, his face flushed with heat, burning. His heart was still pounding, as if the damp, sticky feeling that had soaked his underwear wouldn’t go away.

‘Is that what it means to come?’ He had heard of it. Having grown up in Muryeong since childhood, he had no exposure to stimulating media, but the shamans of Muryeong were also human. Among them, some would relieve their urges when they went out on requests, and when they chatted among themselves, avoiding Mooyoung’s eyes, they would talk about such things.

The shamans of Muryeong were beings who existed yet did not exist. Until Muryeong dissolved half a year ago and everyone scattered, they didn’t even have proper identification cards. Therefore, although no one kept them confined, they were cautious about going outside unless it was for a request.

Sana was a special case even within Muryeong. His dreams were irregular and unspecific. Therefore, he did not receive external requests. No, he couldn’t. As a result, he was particularly distant from worldly affairs even among Muryeong’s shamans, and inevitably had less experience for his age.

‘What are you doing?’

When was it? He must have been around thirteen or fourteen. He heard the sound of water in the middle of the night and went out to find Yeon standing at the tap, washing clothes.

When he asked why he was suddenly doing laundry when everyone else was asleep, Yeon’s face flushed crimson. Unable to understand his actions, he became curious, and Mooyoung explained it as ‘wet dreams.’

He learned then that accumulated desires could be released through dreams.

In Yeon’s case, since he remembered all his past lives, he repeated memories of past lives through dreams, and that seemed to have led to wet dreams. Mooyoung said it was natural and not a bad thing, and at the time, he just brushed it off, thinking, ‘I guess that’s how it is.’

However, Sana couldn’t even experience wet dreams.

Sana’s dreams were different from others. Neither desire nor memory could become a dream for Sana. His dreams were always prophetic dreams leading to someone’s death. So, for Sana, wet dreams were an impossible story.

Without seeing, hearing, or experiencing, sexual desire also did not arise.

There was no need to even resolve it himself. That’s how he turned twenty, and then Muryeong was suddenly disbanded, and he was thrown into the city with insufficient experience.