Turning

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Chapter 797

Even now, awake from the dream, all that remained was a faint sensation of seeing Kishiar that day and the dreadful feeling of wandering through the passage. There was no sense of gaining new information or feeling like any gaps had been filled.

“Anyway, I never expected to see the secret passages of Peletta Castle like that. So, it must have been that time in this dream.”

Kishiar did not elaborate on when 'that time' was. The mere mention was enough. Yuder, too, had no desire to elaborate on witnessing in a dream the moment Kishiar La Orr, from his previous life, was killed by his successor, Yudrain Aile. He merely nodded in agreement.

"Are you feeling alright? Not feeling unwell like before?"

"I am fine."

Indeed, there was no physical pain. Unlike the times he dreamt of the white gloves, there was no strange reaction or loss of appetite.

Yet, even when he should have risen, Yuder remained still, gazing down at the blanket half-slipped off him.

Kishiar's last words, vowing never to let go first, resonated with him. Even now, Kishiar held Yuder's hand in the same manner, blurring the lines between dream and reality, stirring an indescribably difficult emotion within him.

He had saved Yuder from the nightmare, without a moment's hesitation, fully aware of what the dream entailed.

"Yuder?"

Concerned by Yuder's unusual behavior, Kishiar called out to him. Yuder, avoiding a direct response, cast his eyes down and spoke.

"If you permit... may I stay like this for a bit longer?"

Kishiar's eyes widened slightly, but he soon smiled.

"Of course, as long as you like."

He did not question the reason behind Yuder's sudden request. He simply adjusted the blanket slipping off Yuder's shoulders, holding him closer to provide more comfort.

For a long time, the two sat closely, looking at the fireplace, enveloped in a tranquil stillness. Yuder suddenly became aware of the familiar scent enveloping him. It was different from the faint body odor he usually sensed up close. This was the scent of a second gender manifestor, intermingling with his will.

The scent, usually well-contained within the owner's body, now gently caressed Yuder's entire being. Yuder, responding to it, did not restrain his own scent from mingling similarly.

As their scents flowed and slowly intertwined, Yuder felt an additional sense beyond the usual five, distinctly aware of their movements. The unseen scents carrying intentions, how they enveloped and caressed each other's bodies – all these sensations were palpable, gradually raising a warmth in his body.

To a non-Awakener onlooker, they might seem motionless and silent, but it was far from it. Their interaction resembled animals comforting each other by grooming, akin to an inaudible conversation.

Despite having spent a busy, energetic day, Yuder felt something dormant within him come alive, breathing life anew.

"Haah..."

It felt like he was finally coming to life. Odd as it sounded, it was true.

Reacting to his breath, Kishiar pulled Yuder closer into his embrace. Yuder turned to meet his gaze.

A pale, expressionless face reflected in the deep, sunken red eyes.

After a moment, Yuder first lifted his head and, as if entranced, pressed his lips against the other's. As their lips slowly met, his tongue slipped between them and gently teased Kishiar's, which had been still. Kishiar, momentarily startled, soon looked down with tenderly curved eyes and wrapped his hands around Yuder's neck, as if to support it. The direction of their inclined heads shifted, deepening their kiss abruptly.

As their tongues intertwined, the sensation of a hand gently caressing through the hair sent a tingling pleasure throughout the body, causing it to shiver. Yet, more delightful was the sensation of being even closer to Kishiar.

Their lips briefly parted, and breath flowed from both without precedence. Their gazes met intensely, yet again no words were exchanged. Then, once more, this time Kishiar initiated, pulling Yuder close and caressing under his lips before continuing into a second kiss.

The deep, lingering kiss, no different from their earlier mingling scents, continued unceasingly. Occasionally, when Yuder gasped for breath, they would briefly part, yet even then, their clasped hands and bodies did not stray from each other.

As the kiss deepened, their bodies gradually tilted until they almost lay across the sofa's armrest, yet neither expressed nor even thought of any discomfort.

In the heat that rose thanks to their mingled scents, Yuder desired nothing but Kishiar La Orr in front of him. And Kishiar felt the same.

"Ah..."

In the midst of the unending kiss, clothes fell away, and bare skin met. The heat below was already more intense than above. Yuder knew his body had softened enough without need for further preparation.

The shame of his body, relaxed and wet with the viscous fluid, did not come to mind. Rather, it was almost pleasing.

"Even if you have to think about tomorrow, you wouldn't want that, would you?"

A low question came unexpectedly. It wasn't intended to sober the mood with reason, as before, but seemed more like a confirmation from someone who clearly understood Yuder's intentions.

Instead of answering, Yuder drew in Kishiar's lower lip again, biting it gently.

That alone was enough to convey his desire to have the person before him.

He wanted to embrace and engulf him more tightly than ever before.

Only that mattered, nothing else was needed.

Not the coming tomorrow, nor the days after, nor anything else.

Responding to that intense yearning, Kishiar's eyes clouded over, sweetly and painfully. To him, nothing seemed more tender and lovely in this world than Yuder.

And Yuder now clearly understood that his own reflection in Kishiar's eyes was not much different.

"Ah..."

Soon, their two bodies completely overlapped. Without a gap, an invisible scent around their nakedness mixed and filled the space, vibrating as one.

Yuder embraced the man with his whole body, as if he would never let go no matter how the world shook, burying his head. The throbbing of their two hearts, palpable through their touching skin, felt so clear. Even as his head spun with overwhelming emotions and his stomach swelled from taking in the other, he writhed not in pain but in deeper longing. Never before had he felt so alive as he did in this moment.

Knowing there was no deeper way they could connect, yet the thought of wanting it if possible crossed their minds.

Every time Yuder could not contain his emotions and embraced Kishiar tightly, the man responded by pressing his lips to his. So closely entwined that it was difficult to move, yet they continued without stopping.

Unspoken emotions, unable to form into words amidst the uncooled heat, flowed and overflowed for a long time.

"Haah..."

After a long kiss, Yuder parted his swollen, reddened lips to breathe out. The dying light of the fireplace flickered over the half-collapsed sofa.

The man lying in his arms responded by gently brushing his lips below Yuder's ear. The only things hiding their still-entwined naked bodies were the darkness filling the room and the blanket that initially wrapped around Yuder.

Even after their intimacy subsided, the heat did not fade. And thanks to that warmth, Yuder finally managed to smoothly articulate the thoughts that had been brewing inside him.

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'

[BL] Bermuda

Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace.

Three years later, his name has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council's army, decides to personally apprehend him.

"Since when have you been watching me?"

Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo's answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated.

"From the very beginning."

[BL] The Mist (Same author as Turning)

In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

A few years later, the world's first real virtual reality game <THE MIST> was announced, where even those with physical disabilities could play in healthy bodies.

By chance, Kang Mu-heon encountered it and began a new life as the mage Kapros, facing unexpected meetings, reunions, and days of change....

***

"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no time to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a moment, but he was desperate.

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly remembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this game, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.

'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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[BL] Cloudless Sky

Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'