Como muchas cosas que produzco, quería subir esto aquí además de en AO3. Es un fic JinsungViole, de Tower of God. Está en inglés, y creo que luego lo traduciré al español. Serán 4 caps en total, si me animo a hacerlos todos (Edit posterior, ahora va en 6 caps en total XD)
“You are going to the next floor tomorrow, right?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll be allowed to act more independently from now on, while climbing the tower. That’s really good, but don’t ever forget they are always watching you. Don’t do anything that could draw their suspicion. Remember that your friends’ lives are on the line.”
“I know.”
He is not encouraging him in the slightest, isn’t he? Viole is finally over with his basic training. He looks determined and has grown considerably strong. He won’t have any problems while climbing to the next few floors, Jinsung is sure of that. But he looks so very lonely. Not like he hasn’t been looking like that for the past six years, but still.
So, Jinsung wanted to give Viole a little good-bye party, since they are going to see each other less often starting tomorrow. But it was a sad effort, since Viole isn’t close to anyone in FUG except for Hwaryun and Jinsung himself, and the red witch wasn’t here today. As a result, now they are alone in Viole’s room, sitting side by side, drinking booze and munching on some sweets and chips Jinsung managed to get, since the idea of the party (if you can call this a party) came to him a little too late. Viole hasn’t drunk that much, but he has eaten a lot instead. Jinsung can tell he is trying to silently overcome his anxiety.
“You should drink more. It will help you relax.”
“…” Viole swallows slowly, looking down. “…You don’t have to try being kind to me, Master. I’m fine. I will continue going up the tower, I will keep trying to fulfill FUG’s expectations. You don’t have to worry.”
Jinsung is aware that the boy is strong. Viole has learned the techniques he had taught him at an incredible speed, and has endured being apart from his friends for six years now, but his mind is still fragile. Jinsung is sure now that Viole will become his strongest when fighting for someone else. Of course, FUG wants that someone else to be them, but that will be impossible if they keep handling Viole this way. The boy will just keep on hating them, and that fact is what Jinsung used to convince the Elders to let him climb the tower on his own. Maybe he could get new friends who can help him and keep him some company. He had said henchmen instead of friends, but what the Elders didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.
“I’m not pretending to be kind to you or anything. I really wanted to give you some time to relax before departing tomorrow. You will have to forgive me, though. This is just sad.”
“It’s okay, Master. I’m grateful.”
Viole’s ever serious face transforms into a small, almost imperceptible smile, and Jinsung doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol finally hitting him or what, but Viole looks so cute he can’t help petting his head a little. That smile becomes wider with this gesture, and it’s even worse. The fact that Jinsung has seen him expressionless almost all the time in these last six years makes this small smile even cuter. Jinsung takes away his hand abruptly and looks the other way, pretending everything is normal. He mentally thanks his own ability to keep a poker face.
“Let’s drink some more, shall we?”
Viole nods slightly, serving him another drink. Even when Jinsung told him to relax, Viole keeps sitting perfectly straight, like he is meditating. God, he looks like a geisha, serving him drinks like that. Jinsung knows there’s something wrong with himself today. He keeps thinking of horny bullshit. It could indeed be the inebriation. Jinsung has a really high tolerance for alcohol, but strong enough doses can get him there, and he has drunk almost everything he brought, which was a lot.
Or it could be that he knows he won’t be able to see Viole that often from now on. Or it could be that he hasn’t been with a woman for some time now, since he was busy finishing with Viole’s training. The thing is, he can’t help looking at the boy with lustful eyes. And Viole is so oblivious to his stares. Viole is his cute pupil, not his lover, or some whore he can use and throw away later. He shouldn’t be thinking these things. He really needs a smoke.
However, his ever trustworthy box of cigarettes is totally empty. “Argh, there are none left.” Viole looks at him with his brows frowned. He really doesn’t like him smoking, eh?
“Rachel said that was bad for your health.” There goes Viole again, talking about the girl who betrayed him and left him this situation, like she has all the authority and holds all the truths in the universe. Jinsung simply sighs, knowing he won’t get anything for pointing that out. “You should keep your mouth busy with something else, Master. Something that won’t get your teeth yellow and your lungs black.”
“Keep my mouth busy with something else…” Jinsung repeats absentminded. He can’t help staring at Viole’s lips. They look so inviting. Jinsung gets close, closer than he should, and continues to stare there. Viole doesn’t move, looking at him with curiosity. “What do you suggest?”
“I… I don’t know.” Viole is looking at his lips too, albeit probably as an instinct. Jinsung can’t resist it. He doesn’t want to resist.
“You seriously don’t know?” his whisper came out low and raspy, and he is pleased to see Viole shudder a little. So innocent, it’s like he is calling him in.
Viole opens his mouth to reply, and that is Jinsung’s opportunity. He leans in for a kiss, immediately introducing his tongue into that small mouth. Viole freezes up for a few seconds, but relaxes when Jinsung holds his head in place, to have better access. Viole doesn’t seem to know what to do, but he picks up the pace soon enough, by mimicking Jinsung’s movements with his own mouth. He is still clumsy as expected, but this means Viole is a fast learner even in bed, huh? That thought sends a burning sensation directly into Jinsung’s crotch.
“Why…?” Viole whispers out of breath, when they finally separate to take some air. A thin trail of saliva falls from the corner of his little mouth, and Jinsung licks it up.
“Weren’t you curious about kisses when you saw me with that woman the other day?”
“But you said… you said this is something you do with your lover. Do you want me to become your lover, Master?”
Jinsung doesn’t know how to answer, so he puts one finger over his lips, silencing him and then tracing their shape. Does he want that? It’s certainly not something he should want. Even if he is not underage or anything, Viole is still a boy. A young boy to whom Jinsung shouldn’t be putting his hands on. However, his brain is not working as it should, especially after having a taste of those appetizing lips. So he leans in, taking that mouth again and again.
They kiss for long minutes, just tasting each other. Even when Viole is clearly imitating Jinsung’s actions, his kisses are sweeter, more caring, but equally passionate. He is copying Jinsung, but he also is adapting what he is experiencing to his own self, just like with his fighting skills. Viole’s own kissing style. And Jinsung must admit it’s delicious. He can’t stop kissing the boy. He is so engrossed in this, Jinsung doesn’t know when he took Viole by the hips and sat him in his own lap. It’s not a good idea when an erection is growing painfully in his pants, and Viole could totally perceive it against his thighs.
“It’s getting hot, Master…” The air in the room is indeed hot, and Viole’s body feels so comfortably warm against his own.
“I will make it better, don’t worry.”
He proceeds to undress Viole a little, unfastening his belt and the buttons of his black shirt, not letting his lips go for one second. Viole moans a little against his mouth when Jinsung starts caressing his slightly muscular abdomen and thighs. He finally breaks apart from his pupil’s now swollen red lips, only to start kissing and sucking at his neck, earning a few quiet moans that threaten to drive Jinsung crazy.
He knows he is taking advantage of his little pupil, of his inexperience, but, most importantly, of his loneliness. Viole must be desperately yearning for human touch after having spent so many years apart from the people he loves. Jinsung knows how devastating loneliness can be, and he is a despicable man for doing this, but he doesn’t care at all right now. He is too excited, too intoxicated to care. He probably will care the next morning though, when the migraine kicks in and the memories hit him in the balls.
But for now, Jinsung can’t stop. He is kissing Viole again, devouring his small mouth without hesitation. It’s so damn addictive. He could probably stop smoking once and for all if he can kiss this boy whenever he needs to. He will not be able to do it starting tomorrow, though, so he needs to make the most of it now.
“I could stop smoking if you kept kissing me like this.” Viole blinks in confusion by his seemingly random remark.
“I could do that for you, Master.”
Now it’s Viole’s turn to take the initiative, starting a sweet but ardent kiss. Such a good boy. Jinsung plays with a few strands of long black hair and undoes his now messy ponytail. He really loves how he looks with long hair, even if it could bring trouble for Viole in the middle of a fight.
“Master… I don’t know why, but it hurts here.”
Viole puts one hand between his legs, and looks a little scared. It’s so damn cute, Jinsung just wants to eat him up whole. Instead, he lowers Viole’s pants a little, freeing his evident erection. He smiles, touching the tip with only one finger and earning a yelp from Viole’s part.
“It seems we have the same problem. Want to see?” Viole nods slowly, and Jinsung takes Viole’s hand, welcoming him to unzip Jinsung’s pants too. Viole takes the invitation, and looks a little mesmerized when he sees the even bigger erection get released from its leather prison.
“It hurts too, Master?”
“Well, it is kind of uncomfortable, but it’s not really a problem. It has a simple solution. Want to hear?” Viole nods again, totally concentrated in what Jinsung has to teach him. “Did you like kissing?”
“Yes, I like it, Master.” His cheeks blush a little, but he doesn’t have trouble being sincere. It’s one of the benefits of being so young and inexperienced.
“Then we could do something that would give us even more pleasure, and it will also help us get rid of this problem.” Viole doesn’t doubt him at all. Jinsung would feel like a monster for taking advantage of this delightful innocence if he wasn’t so horny. “It needs some preparations. They will feel good too, though, so don’t worry.”
“What do I have to do?”
Jinsung smirks excitedly, in anticipation. “First, give me your hand.” Viole does as instructed without questioning. Jinsung separates three fingers and leads them to Viole’s mouth. “Now suck. Get them really wet with your saliva.”
“Why?” God, his serious but clueless face looks so cute.
“You will have to stretch yourself so you can receive me inside of you.”
“I-Inside? How?”
Jinsung pets his head softly, and pushes those fingers inside Viole’s mouth gently. “Don’t worry, I will guide you through all of this, and it will feel really good for both of us. Do you trust me?”
Viole doesn’t reply, but his answer is clear when he starts sucking onto his own fingers. It’s so mysterious to Jinsung how can he look so pure and so dirty at the same time. He didn’t think something like this would happen, obviously, so he didn’t bring lube or condoms. He ought to take that as a signal to actually not do it, but Jinsung can’t take a step back at this point. Each one of Viole’s actions just gets him hornier. After a while, Viole lets go of his own fingers, showing them to Jinsung.
“Is this ok?”
“Yeah, good job.” Jinsung pets his head again, and again Viole smiles too adorably for his own good. “Now you’ll have to stretch yourself, inserting them here.” He takes Viole’s hand and guides it to his entrance now. “Don’t rush though, or it could hurt.” Viole looks a mixed of excited and confused, so Jinsung decides it’s best to show him how to do it himself. “Like this.”
Jinsung manipulates his hand at will, not encountering a single bit of resistance from Viole, and inserts one of those saliva-bathed fingers inside. He can’t feel it directly, but it seems so very tight, and Viole effectively gasps a little.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, but it feels strange…” Jinsung makes his finger move a little, slowly, and Viole’s whole body trembles slightly. “Master!”
“Sorry, but you get it, right? Move it on your own. It will start to feel good, trust me”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. And it will help you make me feel good too.”
Viole hesitates for a few seconds, but soon enough starts moving his finger inside of him. He seems uneasy, but soon his uncomfortable groans turn into pleasured sighs, and his cheeks start to get a pale and pretty pink color. Jinsung can tell he is starting to enjoy it.
“You can touch the front too, if it will help you relax. And when you feel it’s alright to add one more, do it.”
Viole swallows a little and nods obediently, again doing exactly as instructed. A few seconds later, he has two of his own fingers moving inside of him and he is stroking his own penis, moaning softly, completely engrossed in what he is doing. Jinsung never imagined he would actually see his little student fingering himself in front of him. He should admit he did have some wet dreams with Viole before, but he never thought of turning them into a reality. God thank the booze, because, even if this makes him feel like a perverted old man, it is totally worth it. But he can’t stay enjoying the view forever. He needs to get Viole to help him with another thing too. He doesn’t want to wait anymore, not when he can clearly see that little hole twitching in anticipation.
“I know you are enjoying yourself now, but I need you to do one more thing for me.”
Viole stops his movements all together, panting hard. He looks a little embarrassed for having being so immersed in his task he forgot Jinsung was even there. And it’s adorable.
“What else do you need, Master?” God, that sounded so sensual and Viole doesn’t even notice. Jinsung’s erection stands painfully in the air, just like Viole’s.
“We need this to get wet too.” Jinsung takes his own penis with one hand, and Viole stares at it, hunger in his eyes “You should use that appetizing mouth of yours in here too.”
Viole swallows slowly and gets on his knees, then on all fours, his face in front of Jinsung’s erection. His soft breath is pure torture against the sensitive skin. “Okay.”
“I will guide you through, so don’t worry. You are a fast learner, after all.”
Jinsung has to gather all of his self-control to not just shove his shaft between those lips which make him lose all judgment. Instead, he lets Viole start at his own pace. He looks like he doesn’t know exactly what to do, but begins liking the tip nonetheless. The anticipated sensation gets a deep groan out of him.
“Am I doing okay, Master?”
“Yes, you are doing really well. Lick all the way to the base, trace the veins with your tongue.” Viole does as he is taught, absorbing his words as always. “Now take it into your mouth. Suck like you sucked your own fingers.”
When he does, it feels unbearably good. It’s amazing. It is kind of inexpert, of course, but that only fuels Jinsung’s desires. Furthermore, Viole, as expected, is a fast learner, analyzing Jinsung’s reactions to every touch. Soon, he is deep throating him, quickly getting him to the edge. Jinsung doesn’t want to come yet though. However, Viole seems really into his task, so he will need to distract the boy. And he has the perfect way to do it.
“You know, you still need to stretch yourself some more. Continue with what you were doing.”
His voice sounds more commanding than what he wanted it to be, but he doesn’t regret it at all, as it makes Viole shiver a little and obey immediately, inserting his own fingers in once more. Now this is something he really didn’t imagine he would see in real life: Viole taking him in his mouth, preparing himself to be penetrated by him, ass in the air, suffocated moans against his own penis. He is dangerously on edge, but Viole seems more far gone than him, and the actions of his mouth are getting sloppy. Like he thought, it must be difficult to concentrate when you have three fingers up your butt, moving like scissors.
Suddenly, Viole lets go of him, his body trembling uncontrollably with an intense orgasm. Jinsung wonders if it’s his first time. He looks so damn tempting, lying on the floor sideways, with his lips parted, cheeks bright red and panting hard.
“I wanted to warn you that something strange was happening to my body, but I couldn’t say anything…” He manages to say between each labored breath.
“Don’t worry, what happened was normal. You just came, you had something called an orgasm. It felt incredibly good, right?”
“Yes… It would have happened to you too if I had continued, Master? You were groaning in pleasure too, I could tell.”
“Yeah, it would have happened, but-” Jinsung takes Viole’s hand and helps him up. He does so a little tiredly, and lets himself be guided to sit on top of Jinsung’s lap again. The feeling of something hard and wet against his thighs seems to wake him up entirely. Jinsung grins at his reaction, pleased to see his pupil is as aroused as he is. “When I come, I want to do it inside you. Right here.”
He inserts one of his long, rough-skinned fingers in that quivering little hole, and the incredible warmth and tightness are enough to make him snap. He needs to feel that tightness, now trapping his fingers, around his cock right now. Viole seems ready too, sighing slowly as he moves his digit far inside.
“Master, please…”
“Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow.”
Who could blame him for losing control when this devilish angel is explicitly begging him to just enter him, to shove himself inside?
“You don’t have to worry. I heal fast, after all. It will surely start feeling awesome after a while, just like with my fingers. So, just… please, Master.”
That’s enough. It’s clear none of them want to wait any longer. He simply holds Viole’s hips and places him on top of his penis, letting them down until the tip breaks through that tight ring of muscle. He hears a low whimper coming out of Viole, and he stops. At least the chance of hurting his beloved student grants him a bit of restraint.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah… I didn’t think it would be this big.” All the things this boy says are meant to make him go crazy, he could swear. He has heard similar things from girls, but hearing them from Viole, of all people, is on another level. “A-and now it feels even bigger… Why is that?”
“It’s because you are so charming, my little God.”
“Really?”
He sounds strangely happy, even though he doesn’t like being called a god at all. It’s like he wanted to seduce him. Jinsung is probably imagining things, though. Viole is far too innocent for that. Well, now he is demonstrating he is a mix of pure innocence and sensual charm, and the mix is so rare and alluring, Jinsung can’t help himself.
But in all matters, Jinsung is a gentleman, so he gives Viole a brief moment to adjust to his size, even if it takes all of his self-control. The boy is unbearably warm, tight, wet, so when Viole lets him know that it’s ok to start moving, he doesn’t need to be told twice. He squeezes Viole’s ass and just thrusts inside as his own body is desperately begging him to do. His cute student seems to be in a little pain again, but the look in his face also indicates he is satisfied and eager to continue. How could Jinsung refuse that ardent look in those big golden eyes?
He tries to find a good rhythm for his thrusts, but Viole’s fervent kisses are distracting. They are definitely better than cigarettes. Soon he is lost in a sea of sensations. Those quiet moans and pleas whispered in his ear, the sweet taste of his lips, the warm and wetness of his insides… This entire boy is meant to drive him insane. How could a virgin boy like him make him feel this way? Jinsung has had a lot of experienced women in bed, but none have made him this eager to just do it, to fuck his partner senseless like he is doing right now, speeding up the pace and thrusting harder, earning louder and even more delicious moans. Maybe Viole will become a god in bed too. He has always been proud of his little boy, but this takes the cake.
However, the thought of Viole pleasing other men aside from him irks him to no end. He knows Viole is not his, not yet at least, but he doesn’t want anyone else to touch his pure body, to feel his delicious tightness, to taste those lips that blow his sanity away. The anger produced by the image of his innocent little god getting fucked by some other man gets him to unconsciously be rougher on Viole, which, to his surprise, makes him squirm even more, especially when he pounds into a slightly swollen spot inside him. Viole’s whole body trembles in great pleasure. Jinsung smirks, shoving aside those distasteful fantasies he brought upon himself.
“What…?” Viole is out breath, but seems confused by the newly found pleasure.
“Is this your prostate?”
“…My what?”
Jinsung suddenly remembers Viole is a sweet virgin, and doesn’t know anything about these things. That should have set off the you are a lewd old man alarm in his brain again, but he just finds it incredibly cute. He really is a perverted old man beyond salvation.
“It’s just a spot inside you that makes you feel even better, when I pound into it, like this.”
Viole gasps uncontrollably when that spots gets assaulted mercilessly. And Jinsung feels in Seventh Heaven, at the way Viole’s ass constricts him like it wants to castrate him. Screw smoking, this is way more addictive.
“…There was…” Viole tries to speak between the pleasured cries he can’t help letting out. “…a spot that felt kind of rough… that felt even better than the others…” Viole smiles, cheek flushed, and kisses him deeply, slowly. God, this kid. “I was sure Master would be able to find it easier than I did, and I wasn’t wrong.” Another sweet, addictive kiss and Jinsung is pounding into that gorgeous body ruthlessly. “Master, give me more, please…”
The words, so dirty by themselves, sound so pure in his voice. However, his pleas are inhibited by cute whimpers again when Jinsung gives him exactly what he is asking for. A brief moment later, his prized student’s body convulses with a second, powerful orgasm. The pressure around his cock almost makes Jinsung come too, but he has other plans. Even when Viole looks so exhausted, his master is not done with him yet. He pushes Viole to the bed, who looks deeply puzzled by what’s happening, disoriented by the aftermath of those intense sensations. Ignoring that, Jinsung takes one of his legs and gets it up his own shoulder, and starts fucking his pupil again, sideways.
“Wait… please, Master… God, it’s far more intense than I expected…! Ahhh…!”
Viole’s erection stands tall again, dripping precum after various thrusts given to him without clemency. The word Master, whispered and moaned like a prayer, finally sends Jinsung to his climax.
“Ahhh…! It feels too good, Master…!”
“I’m going to fill up your sweet virgin ass, my dear god.” He manages to say between deep groans, and with a particularly hard thrust, he lets out all of his semen inside the boy who he shouldn’t be even thinking of touching.
The orgasm was so intense, far more extreme than any other he had in his life, that he was left seeing white for a few seconds. The same seems to be happening to Viole when Jinsung comes back to his senses. Viole is just lying there, panting hard, with his abdomen covered in the seed of his third orgasm of this night. He’s curled up, but some of the white liquid inside him is starting to leak out. He looks so defenseless, so tainted and, at the same time, so pure. Jinsung feels his heart skip a beat when Viole opens his large golden eyes languidly.
“…Ah, that felt amazing, Master.”
He hears Viole murmur. Then he watches as Viole separates his legs, showing him his entrance, with Jinsung’s semen pouring out. Some of it covers his thighs. It looks dirty, but Viole’s face makes it look sensual and pure at the same time.
“It’s so much, it’s a waste. It is so, so warm…”
And with that, Viole just loses consciousness, too tired to even cover up his own almost naked body before sliding into a deep slumber. Up to the last minute, tempting him into being even more sinful. But no, he can’t keep fucking an unconscious boy. Also, he must let him rest. Jinsung facepalms himself at the thought. Viole was going up the tower alone tomorrow and Jinsung left him made a wrecked mess. A pang of guilt assaults his chest, but the alcohol still lingering in his veins doesn’t let him think straight yet. He doesn’t regret this in the slightest. He just feels sorry for leaving him so exhausted, because of tomorrow, yeah, but also because now he needs to solve by himself the little problem growing again between his legs. He should get out of here before he surrenders to the temptation of waking Viole up and ravish him all over again.
Just as he exits Viole’s room, after cleaning him, dressing him in pajamas and covering him with the blankets, he bumps into Hwaryun’s ever expressionless face. His heart almost stops as he sees his guilty self reflected in that all-knowing red eye. He half expects her to not say anything, but she delivers a blow nonetheless, with her ever monotonous voice.
“You are such a pedophile.”
“He is not underage!” He defends himself immediately.
“You still are. And he was virgin, wasn’t he?”
“I think so.” He did act like a virgin, but then again, Viole learned everything so fast. In a normal situation, Jinsung would just be really proud of him for that. Now, he can only think of how damn sexy it is.
“He lived in a cave almost all his life, and then spent all these years with us. Do you think he had an opportunity to have sex before? You deflowering monster.”
“You can be so mean when you want to. But it was a mistake. It won’t happen again. He is just a boy, after all.”
“Glad you acknowledge that now, pervert.”
Jinsung messes his own hair up, trying to grasp the situation. Hwaryun was right: he deflowered his student, who is much younger than him. He had fucked and made a mess of the one that would be his god in the future. FUG’s god. He is dead if someone else than Hwaryun ends up knowing about this. Argh, he needs to smoke again, but when he takes out his box of cigarettes, it’s not the fact that it is empty that stops Jinsung. It’s his desire to keep the taste lingering in his mouth. The sweet taste of Viole’s lips. When he goes away tomorrow, he will definitely have to smoke again.
“Fuck.”
Hwaryun just gives him a smug smirk and goes away, certainly thinking she tormented him enough, and blending with the shadows of the corridor.
Fucking witch.
The next day, after having reflected on his actions from last night and not reaching a decent conclusion to his worries, he simply settles on sending off his cute student as if nothing had happened. He thanks his natural ability to pretend everything is fine and normal, since even if his heart starts pounding hard and fast in his chest when he sees Viole’s small and serene smile, the other doesn’t seem to notice. Wait a second. Viole is acting like nothing happened too. Ok, Jinsung decided to do exactly that, but he was one thing, and Viole was another completely different. He should be nervous, embarrassed, guilty, he doesn’t know which, but clearly he shouldn’t be so quiet and calm. Jinsung feels dumb for being so worried on what to do.
“And Hwaryun?” He finally chooses to ask, swallowing his frustrations like a big lump in his throat.
“I haven’t seen her yet.”
“Well, it’s not necessary. She will be keeping an eye on you nonetheless. She will be there to guide you even if you don’t notice.”
He doesn’t seem pleased, not because he will be having Hwaryun near him whenever he wants it or not, but because she will be there on FUG’s orders, meaning they will be watching him closely even when they said he will have more freedom going up the tower alone.
“Ok, it’s inevitable, right? They will keep me in their clutches until I fulfill their wish.” He looks down to the floor, his long bangs covering his beautiful eyes. “Well, I’ll be going then.”
“Yeah…”
He looks so sad, Jinsung wants to hug him tight against his chest and whisper everything will be alright, but it would just be a cruel lie. So he won’t give him any more false hopes. Yesterday was enough of a mistake.
Still, Viole’s depressing line of thought seems to be interrupted by something else. Abruptly, he looks up, and his cheeks get painted with a pale shade of pink, his big golden eyes piercing through him, almost pleading. Not again. God, he looks so young, so cute, and so different from his usual gloomy self.
“Master! Before I go, I have something to confess…”
Viole starts to play with his thumbs, clearly nervous, and Jinsung has no idea what he is going to say. He is intrigued though. It has to be about last night. At least he hopes he hasn’t forgotten or ignored it entirely. Sure, it would be easier for both of them to just pretend nothing happened, but Jinsung wants, no, needs to know it was important for Viole. There wasn’t a way it wouldn’t be important for him, right? It was his first time after all, and with his master, no less. God, what had he done?
“I did a little research after I saw you with that woman the other day. I was curious… Did I do wrong, Master?”
His innocent, worried face almost gets Jinsung a nosebleed. So he really was a virgin, but he tried to learn some things on his own, hence the strange mix of innocence and audaciousness. But it still means he is just a fast learner, and that Jinsung was the first man in his life. He can’t help letting out a relieved sigh, and then laugh out loud. Viole doesn’t seem to understand, but it’s ok.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s natural you want to know about these things.”
Wait. That meant he lied! He acted like he didn’t know anything at all. True, he didn’t know anything from experience and he looked genuinely confused by some things they did, but he should at least have known what an orgasm was. Almost as he reads his mind, Viole takes a step back, smiling wide, and it’s so sexy Jinsung wants to take those lips to his own all over again.
“You seemed even more pleased by the fact that I didn’t know anything, that I was a virgin, so I couldn’t help overacting a little. I’m sorry for tricking you, but I wanted you to desire me more, that’s all.” Viole gets near him, tracing Jinsung’s lips with one finger, smiling oh so charmingly, with a little blush in his cheeks. “And it was effective. You devoured me just like I wanted.”
A deep, intoxicating, so sweet kiss. A heavenly devilish smile. And Viole just separates from him and walks away, into the darkness of the hallway, leaving him dumbfounded.
“I have been played by a devil that looks like an angel.” He can’t help but saying out loud.
“You are just a perverted old man, and even the innocent Viole could take note.”
Jinsung jumps a little and badmouths the red witch mentally for appearing out of nowhere and simply speaking up, startling the hell out of him. He collects himself, though. He doesn’t want to give Hwaryun the satisfaction of knowing she surprised him of all people, who is always on alert. Damn, thinking of Viole is clouding all his senses.
“Well, he didn’t lie that much, but, at the same time, he played with me, seduced me willingly. Though I’m sure he doesn’t know what he did exactly. He is a charming devil and an innocent angel at the same time. Even in bed, I don’t know what to think about him.”
After a few seconds of silence, Hwaryun speaks up again. “Get a wife and stop blaming virgin boys of your misbehaving.”
“He is not underage! Fucking witch.”
As he sees Hwaryun’s back getting away, he mentally acknowledges she is right. Jinsung is the adult. He can’t fall into that little devil’s game.
But he can’t really promise he won’t do it again.
- END of Chapter 1 -
