This World is too Cruel to Men – Chapter 313

Dogun’s Perspective

The sound of a zipper going down echoed like thunder in my ears.

In that moment, I couldn’t help but be flustered.

“Se, Senior? Why are you suddenly… taking off your clothes?”

And just as I pointed that out, the Senior’s voice escaped—

“…Ah.”

It was the kind of voice someone would make when they suddenly realized they had forgotten something.

Then, her face started to turn bright red, and thanks to that change in the Senior, I realized something anew.

Her earlier action wasn’t performed with intention; it was something she did unconsciously in the midst of confusion.

‘Well…’

Thinking back, it might have been a natural thing.

After all, the Senior had been handling her hero duties all on her own until now.

So, of course she’d be used to solitude.

“Um…”

Just in case, I had prepared extra clothes to change into.

But from the looks of it, I needed to let her wipe off her sweat before changing.

“Uh… Can I step outside for a moment?”

Breaking the awkward silence that had settled between us, I spoke, and the Senior, still holding her wide-open front tightly and blushing fiercely, reached out with one hand to grab me.

“Do, Dogun…?”

“…Don’t go.”

“Don’t go,” you say.

What in the world does that mean to make my brain feel like it just hit the pause button?

Anyways, being pulled by the Senior’s hand, I plopped down a little way from where she was sitting, and the silence that followed was even thicker than before.

This must be what it means to feel suffocated.

It was such an awkward and heavy silence that I even thought to myself, ‘This must be really uncomfortable…’

What bothered me more than that was the fact that despite feeling incredibly awkward, the Senior seemed unable to ignore me.

So I found myself glancing at her side more than I intended to…

Did she happen to feel my gaze?

Or perhaps she just couldn’t hold it in any longer?

“Uh… Dogun.”

I didn’t know which one was correct, but one thing was certain: it was the Senior who spoke up first.

“Yes, yes?”

“Since we’ve come this far… can I ask you one thing?”

“Oh, sure. Please go ahead.”

Hearing that, I instinctively nodded, only to regret what I said exactly five minutes later.

Because—

“Then… I’ll ask you…”

The moment I nodded, I ended up doing something I never expected.

And right in front of me was… the Senior’s pure white back, just sitting there.

As if waiting for my touch.

The temperature from the towel in my hand felt inexplicably chilly.

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Seolhwa’s Perspective

Bang—!

Bang—!

Bang—!

What should I say?

My heart was pounding like it was broken.

At the same time… I could feel it.

Even without using my talent, my senses were unusually heightened and sharp.

Was that the reason?

I could clearly sense Dogun’s restlessness behind me.

He was certainly… nervous.

Naturally, how could he not be nervous?

If the one making the request was feeling uncharacteristically anxious, how much more so would Dogun be, who unexpectedly found himself in that situation due to the request?

Especially since the nature of the request was ‘that kind of thing.’

Feeling the Dogun’s tension seeping into me, I started to feel nervous too.

Thanks to that, I tightened my grip on the hand that was using the cloth to cover the front of my body, but oddly enough, I didn’t mind the feeling at all.

No, rather than feeling bad, it was… more like—

As I was harboring such thoughts internally, perhaps I finally succeeded in solidifying my resolve.

“I—I’ll do it…?”

I heard Dogun’s voice right behind me.

He might have steeled himself, but he couldn’t do much about the tension that had settled in his body—it was slightly trembling.

“…Yeah.”

As I slowly nodded to indicate my consent, what followed was a chilling yet moist sensation.

It was already hard to withstand just the feeling of his hand lightly brushing against my back… but the problem was the sensation that surged naturally afterward.

Did I call it a tingling sensation?

Wherever Dogun’s touch landed, that unique coldness from the wet towel erupted along with that feeling.

Thus—

“Ah, hu…♡”

I let out a strange sound.

Embarrassed, I personally hoped Dogun hadn’t heard it… but given the distance between us and the volume of the sound, that was probably wishful thinking.

As Dogun cautiously wiped my back, his hand immediately flinched and reacted.

That flinch was so blatant that my face, which had already been flushed since earlier, turned even hotter.

And what came next?

It was, needless to say, an awkward silence.

While both of us were trapped in a swamp of embarrassment and struggling hard, the first one to pull away was none other than Dogun.

Perhaps he thought that at this point, he needed to hurry and finish the request to somehow get past this incredibly awkward situation.

After I had made that sound, Dogun’s hand, which had stiffened and had been frozen, started moving along my back once more.

And each time he did so—

“Ah…! Ugh…♡”

An indescribably chilling sensation surged through me.

Could this feeling be created if you rubbed ice on your back when your body was blazing hot?

No, this was a sensation several times more intense that sparked wherever Dogun touched.

And maybe because of that peculiar chilling feeling…

Before I knew it, my body, conquered by that sensation, started moving on its own.

First, my fingertips were tingling.

At the same time, an inexplicable sensation bloomed all the way from my lower abdomen, as if I were tightening the inner thighs palpably.

Just barely spreading and sitting, I instinctively clamped my thighs together, and that was due to that mysterious feeling.

For some reason, I felt like I couldn’t let it stay like that.

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Dogun’s Perspective

‘No way…’

This is driving me insane.

I’m not joking; I genuinely had no such intentions at all.

How on earth did it turn into this atmosphere?

It was like the image of a rubber band stretched to its limit was vividly in my mind.

That was the level of heightened tension enveloping the both of us.

On top of that, what drove me crazier was… that I couldn’t just stop my hands.

So, I tried to move my hands as carefully as possible, but it was pointless.

Even if I felt like I was barely moving at all, the moment my hand moved, the slim and pure white back in front of my eyes trembled enticingly.

“Ugh…”

A muffled sound that felt like I was forcibly suppressing something bubbling up was an extra.

Could it be that she found it repulsive?

I wished it were just that.

I really wished it was just that, but… it probably wasn’t.

With every move of my hand, she startled and trembled, making it more difficult for me to breathe.

Realizing it, I noticed that the Senior’s breathing was slightly more rapid than usual, filling the rest area with only our two breaths.

Thanks to that, it felt as if it were directly whispered into my ears… and I was unable to hold back any longer.

If only we weren’t that close, or in such a complicated relationship…

No matter what the situation was, I would’ve tried my best to endure.

Whether it would’ve been practically feasible or not, at least I would’ve tried.

But, they say the scariest taste is a familiar one, and already being in that kind of relationship with the Senior, facing this situation now made me think, ‘Do I really need to endure?’

And before I knew how she figured out my state—

“Dogun, are you…?”

As I slid into that state, the Senior spoke up, and the sound of a gulp echoed all around.

I couldn’t tell if it came from me or her.

But one thing was for sure… our backs had once been facing each other, and now the Senior had turned to face me.

As her figure slowly drew nearer…

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Knock knock—!

“Lunch is here!”