Red Dot - 43

Kissing and finding satisfaction in the palm of the hand were not enough; he wanted to thoroughly mess up that body.

He wanted to throw off the blanket, grab his clothes roughly, tear them apart, spread his legs wide, and thrust inside.

‘I might go crazy.’

The tingling sensation spreading throughout his body, accompanied by vivid and intense fantasies, felt incredibly pleasurable.

Junseong pulled on his lips, gently nibbling until it didn’t hurt and repeating the process. Unlike the robust lower part that was making a vigorous sound, it was a gentle caress, almost ticklish.

During all this, Hanseo’s mind was filled with various intense thoughts about Kang Junseong.

He wanted to see Kang Junseong screaming in pain and pleasure as he penetrated him.

He wanted to see Kang Junseong clinging to him and crying.

He wanted to see Kang Junseong begging him to stop while still entwined.

Kang Junseong. Kang Junseong. Kang Junseong. Kang Junseong. Kang Junseong. Kang Junseong.

His mind was completely covered with thoughts of Kang Junseong.

Corresponding to that, his swollen organ, which had been thoroughly swollen to the point where even precum dripped, was gradually approaching its climax.

He wanted to tease more, but he couldn’t endure it.

Hanseo’s organ rapidly moved back and forth in Junseong’s hand. Thump, thump, forcefully thrusting forward and then slipping back, the recoil pushed it in again with a thud.

Hanseo drew various images of Kang Junseong in his mind. Imagining his face, which must be jerking each time he thrust strongly, made it difficult to control his emotions. So, he playfully sucked on Junseong’s lips and neck. Lost in desire, he bit and licked like a beast, alternating between his cheek and neck.

“Ah… Junseong… Junseong…”

Uttering Junseong’s name repeatedly, he vigorously teased the lower part. From deep inside his lower abdomen, the intense pleasure of the sharp nails ascending was visible. It quickly climbed on the thick organ, swiftly bringing an extraordinary sensation of climax.

“Ugh…!”

A moan, tightly clenching his teeth, escaped from Hanseo’s mouth.

Subsequently, the sound of liquid splattering, “thud, thud,” was heard.

Pausing in the position of forcefully thrusting, the organ that had ejaculated, hitting up and down, lightly tapped Junseong’s abdomen. Each time it did, the liquid that hadn’t managed to escape outside spurted out, squeezed forcefully.

“Ha…”

Hanseo’s moan, intoxicated by the aftermath, reached Junseong’s lips.

In a frenzy of the pleasure he had never experienced before, Hanseo continuously kissed Junseong’s lips.

‘Even now, it feels so good. How would it feel if I put it deep inside?’

It would be incomparable to what was happening in his hand.

He was already excited.

Afraid that the bed was too flimsy and that it might run away if he did it too forcefully from the beginning, he had intended to be satisfied with this level, but instead, he unintentionally ignited the spark of impulse.

‘Next time, I must try it violently on a sturdy bed. Even if I have to tie him up to prevent him from running away.’

While Hanseo was having a frightening thought, Junseong, who was continuously being kissed while his hands were lent, was halfway gone in his mind.

‘What… What happened just now?’

The voice of Hanseo, who had been wildly moving his organ in my hand like a dog, was still echoing in my ears. The hand that had been rubbing against it, due to friction, felt tingly. The sharp edge of the palm, made sensitive by the friction, stung.

In the darkness, Junseong realized once again what he had done with Hanseo.

“Will you promise me then? If I get strange impulses quite often.”

“Can’t you suppress it somehow? In any way.”

He recalled what Hanseo had said during the day. The meaning of ‘in any way’ seemed to be something like this.

“Murderous impulses and sexual desires, well… there’s just a thin sheet of paper between them… Getting excited in either case is the same… In other words… well… both desires can substitute for each other…”

With the combined information from the enthusiastically delivered content, Junseong seemed to understand the role of the suppressant.

In his mind, he felt fortunate that the substitution of murder with sexual release was possible. He even thought that if he could suppress murder through such acts, it would be a cheap solution.

On the other hand, Junseong’s body was not as calm as his mind.

‘If it’s for Hanseo, then why am I…’

Junseong, with his face heated to the point of being hot, pressed down on his lower region with his right hand hidden under the blanket. The prominent part was wriggling in Junseong’s right hand.

Hanseo, who had left the bed to change Junseong’s blanket and quickly fell asleep, did not have any trouble sleeping. On the contrary, Junseong couldn’t sleep until the heat concentrated on his face and lower region completely subsided.

As the sun began to rise.

Hanseo, who woke up early, sat on the bed, quietly watching Junseong. The way he curled up while sleeping, facing Hanseo, looked just like a baby.

Hanseo had unknowingly come down from his own bed and, leaning on Junseong’s bed with both arms, rested his chin on top. The pillow bent to fit Junseong’s face, aligning Hanseo’s eye level with it.

He observed Junseong’s sleeping face as if analyzing it in detail.

The round forehead hidden under thin black hair, thin and long eyebrows, particularly beautiful eyelashes that shimmered when trembling against the thin eyelids surrounding clear pupils, a flawless white cheek that seemed to shine lightly in the sunlight, a moderately high and straight nose, red lips that one would want to devour in one bite, and a soft and graceful jawline.

There were so many places to feast one’s eyes on in just one face.

‘Why is Kang Junseong so beautiful?’

It was fascinating.

Until now, Hanseo had never thought anyone was beautiful.

‘It might be because of my suppressant.’

A smile crept onto his lips unconsciously. He was pleased with someone who fulfilled his role perfectly.

Having gotten up from the bed, Hanseo pulled the blanket covering Junseong’s body a bit higher, up to his neck, and left the room.

The seventh floor, with the morning light streaming in, was adequately bright even without turning on the lights.

Walking through the empty seventh-floor corridor past the nurse’s station counter cluttered with documents and the “Evacuation Plan Participant List,” Hanseo headed towards the emergency stairs. All the regular stairs were locked, and he didn’t bother to find the key somewhere in the nurse’s station. He just left them as they were.

Descending the stairs, he went down floor by floor.

Sixth floor, fifth floor, fourth floor, third floor.

Finally, he reached the second floor.

‘There might be zombies,’ read the sign on the door handle. He tried turning it. Whether there was no key or no need to lock it, the door opened very easily.

As soon as the door opened, a slight stench and the smell of blood hit him.

Though it was a smell of blood, it was somewhat different from the pungent and hot scent of a living person’s blood.

Typical blood odor stings like a sharp and hot smell, but the scent of blood that zombies spill is like the remains of ‘debris’ crumbling into cold dust. It could also be described as a blood scent mixed with the smell of dust.

Creak!

Hak!

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the zombies nearby turned their heads to look at Hanseo. The terrifying gaze of the zombies with firm blood-covered film on their eyes was focused on him.

But only for a moment.

All seven or so zombies that had been staring at him turned their heads away as if they were not interested. Their necks moved awkwardly, making a thump-thump sound, aligning their misaligned bones. It seemed clear liquid flowed, but compared to a living person’s blood, the liquid was much thicker.

Hanseo, with the gathered zombies ignoring him, smiled.

However, he was met with a strange sight.

There was a lone zombie standing at the end of the hallway, facing away from him. Unlike the others, this one didn’t move at all.

Hanseo, watching the eerie sight of the zombies, turned on a small flashlight he had taken from Junseong’s backpack in advance. Light filled the dark interior, which was dim due to the lack of electricity.

The number of zombies reflected in the flashlight was staggering. It could be because it was always a bustling large hospital, and there were many zombies that had entered from outside.

Hanseo nonchalantly shone the flashlight on them and proceeded forward. Instead of maneuvering through the zombies, he walked straight ahead, whether he would collide with them or not. As he did so, a zombie that was supposed to collide with him twisted its body with a mournful groan, making way for him. Hanseo continued forward as if it were a matter of course.

There were many zombies in the lobby, but as he headed towards various examination rooms, he encountered even more. Many people in the lobby had been running away from zombies, and it seemed they had rushed to the examination room corridors.

Compared to the large number of people, the relatively narrow corridors would likely lead to shoulder-to-shoulder encounters with zombies if he continued walking like this.

However, the zombies once again made way for Hanseo. As he walked through the middle of the corridor, they naturally split to the sides, creaking and gathering slowly to fill the empty spaces after he passed.

It was a strangely fascinating and awe-inspiring scene of zombies splitting left and right.

It felt as if they were avoiding Hanseo as if he were a ‘virus.’ They remained quiet without shouting or showing any intention to attack.

It was a sight that Hanseo would not have been able to witness if not for his condition.

‘No, Kang Junseong can see it too.’

If he embraced Junseong tightly, he would probably be able to witness this strange spectacle as well.

With a happy smile while thinking about Junseong, Hanseo walked through the gruesome zombies filling the corridor without hesitation.

He stopped his steps when he reached the end. The glass door and glass window had red handprints in the shape of zombies all over them.

Beside the door was a sign that read “[Blood Collection Room].”

Hanseo, gazing at the sign for a moment, pushed open the glass door covered in red handprints.