Though less than ten minutes had passed since they got into the vehicle, the once-clean cabin now resembled a bio-incident scene—with bloody palm prints on the seats and air scorching with tension. The only lucky thing was that the tinted windows were completely black. Otherwise, passersby would surely have mistaken this for a biological crime scene.
In the strained silence, only the heavy breathing of two predators sizing each other up could be heard. The slightest slip from Kang Jihan, and Ryu Sungyeon would tear him down to the bone. Jihan considered briefly whether to knock the bloodsucker out completely using bio-shock.
— Hssss...
Sungyeon, as if sensing this dangerous impulse, let out an even more pitiful sound. But his greedy gaze continued to slide across Jihan's bloodied arm.
Jihan faced a choice:
Knock him out and restrain him, then take him home.Give him some "Regulator" (blood) to stabilize the balance, and then drive.
He had tried the first option during their first meeting—the result was unstable.
With a deep sigh, Jihan extended his right hand:
— Restore the balance.
Sungyeon's eyes flared amber.
— But a minimal dose. I still need to drive. I have to take you home and perform antiseptic treatment on your wounds.
Sungyeon didn't fully grasp Jihan's words, but the extended hand clearly meant permission. Cautiously, he wrapped his hands around the wrist, like a giant bio-specimen, and slowly pulled it toward his lips. The movement brought Jihan's body even closer, but Sungyeon paid no mind.
He looked Jihan straight in the eye, watching his reaction as his tongue slid over the seeping blood. Soon, a satisfied smile blossomed on his face—the taste was clearly to his liking.
The licking gradually turned into active suckling once Sungyeon was convinced that Jihan wasn't going to use force. The scene reminded Jihan of a toddler devouring a popsicle, which momentarily overwhelmed him with a wave of absurdity.
"Does this even comply with the Protocol?"
The blood was flowing from his vein, but somehow, it felt like he was corrupting an abnormally innocent child.
Meanwhile, sensing the pressure from above had eased, Sungyeon squirmed, assessing the situation. Jihan instantly pinned his thighs with his knees, growling like a handler subduing a Class V:
— Stop-command. Don't move. Evacuation is impossible anyway.
But he was wrong. Instead, Sungyeon grabbed his neck and sharply pulled him closer. Their bodies, both covered in blood, merged tightly: from chin to chest, from abdomen to thighs, without the slightest gap. Sungyeon's cold nose and cheek pressed into Jihan's neck.
Despite the clothes, Jihan felt goosebumps run down his spine from the temperature difference.
This was completely unexpected. For a moment, Jihan's heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst. If he were attacked now—he would surely die. He instinctively reached for the wound on Sungyeon's abdomen, preparing to counter-attack...
— Chomp... slurp-slurp...
Suddenly, right by his ear, a sound erupted, like a puppy lapping plasma. It turned out Sungyeon, having overturned Jihan onto himself, was now licking the blood running down his neck.
— ...
When this realization finally hit Jihan, his mind swam. He whispered hoarsely:
— You bio-parasite...
Moreover, when all the blood on the left side was licked clean, Sungyeon grabbed his face and started on the right, greedily licking every drop. Jihan no longer smelled the metallic scent of blood—only Sungyeon's soft chestnut hair tickling his nose.
The sounds with which Sungyeon sucked every drop in the cramped cabin, as if it were neuro-plasma, were maddening. His head spun—whether from the loss of bio-fluid or some other reason. His breathing became hot.
— Damn it, seriously...
Despite his screaming mind, he felt his member hardening between his legs. Unconsciously moving his hips, he pressed against Sungyeon's bloodied abdomen, to which the vampire responded with a moan, "Mmmph..." Seemingly, he should have pulled away from the discomfort, but the intoxicated bloodsucker was clearly not planning to analyze the situation. Jihan ground his teeth:
— Do I look like a mobile container of balance?
Of course, Sungyeon, with his pale, detached face and lazily wagging tongue, said nothing. Jihan glared with hatred at his pink, reddish-tinged tongue and blood-smeared lips. Suddenly, he remembered Sungyeon's casually dropped phrase:
"I wanted to help with the confession protocol..."
So, Sungyeon set up this scene so that... Myeongjun, he thought... could confess his feelings to him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
And then, driven by an impulse, Jihan grabbed Sungyeon's cheeks and pressed his lips to his.
It was more a primal and violent act than a kiss. When he broke into his mouth, he felt a sharp, salty taste of blood on his tongue. It was unclear what could be so delightful about this that it made a Class lose its mind.
Sungyeon initially seemed disoriented, but to Jihan's astonishment, he soon began to actively respond.
And then...
— ...!
Jihan sharply pulled away from the intense pain—Sungyeon had suddenly bitten his tongue.
For a moment, he was taken aback, assuming Sungyeon had come to his senses and was rejecting him. But he was wrong again. Biting Jihan's tongue until it bled, Sungyeon's scarlet eyes gleamed, he smiled maliciously, hugged his neck again, and began to suck his tongue like a lollipop. As if he had done this a thousand times.
As soon as that thought arose, a wave of irrational irritation suddenly overwhelmed Jihan.
In the next moment, he tore off Sungyeon's tie and ripped open his shirt. Beneath it, a smooth, pale chest was exposed, with two pink nipples already swollen from arousal. When the cold air touched the skin, Sungyeon flinched, and Jihan immediately sank his teeth into that flawless flesh.
— A-ah!
Jihan's hot tongue burned the inflamed nipple. Sungyeon lay with his mouth half-open, his eyelashes trembling. Jihan continued to bite and suck until the delicate flesh became red and swollen.
— Mmmh... A-a...!
When he finally let go, a clear teeth mark was imprinted on Sungyeon's chest.
Sungyeon squirmed, as if begging him to stop the aggression. He was both in pain and felt strange. He just wanted this "prey" to give him tasty blood again, like before. But the fool, it seemed, didn't understand—instead, he wasted precious drops, smearing them across his chest, and continued to bite.
Sungyeon tried to push him away with his hand.
And then the "prey" got angry—sharp fangs dug into the delicate skin near his ribs.
— Ow!
At that moment, Sungyeon finally realized: the protocol was breached.
Until now, he had only bitten others, but he had never been in the place of "prey." And now, this madness was happening to him. Simultaneously, it dawned on him: perhaps the creature straddling him was not prey at all, but a predator disguised as such to catch him.
Instantly, Sungyeon's behavior became unnaturally submissive. Instincts commanded: "Evacuation is useless—simulate death." He could only hope that the trick with feigned weakness would work again. The predator, watching the petrified Sungyeon, smirked:
— Even if you look that pitiful, it won't help in a bio-conflict.
— ...
— By the way, the bleeding on your abdomen has stopped. Not a bad imitation.
Then, as if punishing him, he sharply pinched both of Sungyeon's nipples. A high, involuntary moan escaped the vampire's lips, and his body arched on its own. At that moment, Sungyeon noticed the predator's Adam's apple bob sharply. His bottomless eyes flashed—clearly with pleasure.
Sungyeon tensed even harder. The predator continued to bite his neck, shoulders, chest—either playing or genuinely intending to destroy him. But every time his scorching lips touched his skin, Sungyeon felt like he, too, was burning in that flame.
The strange bio-stimulation, the fear of being eaten alive, and the intoxicating scent of blood—all of it drove Sungyeon mad. Naturally, his arousal became obvious even through his clothes. It seemed his already meager blood reserves were now being redirected to the wrong place entirely.
— Heeek... Mmmph...
Waves of agonizing tension washed over him one after another. Instinctively trying to quell his erection, Sungyeon began to rub his lower body randomly against everything. The predator, who had just been nibbling his neck, suddenly tensed.
In a flash of insight, Sungyeon understood: to survive, he needed to continue in the same vein. He intensified the friction against the man's hard thigh.
— Haa... Hrrr...
His hands instinctively reached for his arousal. But when he tried to unbutton his trousers and go under his underwear, the predator's palm suddenly squeezed his tighter.
— Heeek!
Sungyeon practically jumped from the surprise. However, unlike the previous moments, the predator neither laughed nor spoke. He only breathed heavily. His eyes burned as if he was ready to tear Sungyeon's skin off and gnaw his bones. The atmosphere had completely switched.
A moment later, a large palm slid over his tense shaft and head. Goosebumps, as if electrocuted, ran down Sungyeon's spine.
— Mmmh...!
At first, the man slowly moved his hand up and down, squeezing Sungyeon's arousal, but watching his reaction, he gradually sped up. Soon, Sungyeon's thighs and lower back trembled as if from an electric shock. He desperately writhed, wanting to quickly get rid of this agonizing tension. His member had been sliding easily for a long time—clear fluid had been secreted since the beginning.
— Heeek... kkh... mmh...!
His fingers cramped, the sensation was on the verge of madness. When the predator's large palm moved away to play with his nipples, electrical discharges again ran through his body. For a moment, Sungyeon completely forgot about the thirst for blood.
In that moment, he even forgot the fear of death. Tossing his head back and opening his mouth, he only moaned in sync with the touches.
Every time his long eyelashes fluttered, and his large, reddish-tinged eyes were half-closed, a depraved atmosphere lingered in the air. His face expressed both submission and temptation.
Below, the sound of a belt unbuckling was heard. Soon, a huge, hot member pressed against his own.
— Heeek!
Sungyeon tried to twist away, but it was futile. The man squeezed them both together in his fist and began to move. Skin rubbed against skin, causing a burning sensation at first. Sungyeon grimaced.
But the pain quickly changed to something else—the members, wet with secretions, made indecently sticky sounds.
The man's member was also secreting a clear fluid, and Sungyeon clearly felt it getting even larger, rubbing against his own. The smell of blood and a thick masculine scent indecently mingled in the cabin.
Thanks to past experience, Sungyeon understood that a hierarchy was being established now. But he hadn't suspected it could be so pleasant. If so, then perhaps more. His fingertips and lower abdomen twitched convulsively. From these strange, almost frightening sensations, his body trembled even in a semi-conscious state.
— Heeek... kkh!
Suddenly, the man's large thumb ran across the sensitive slit on the head, and Sungyeon curled his toes, raising his knees. He wanted to finish the process quickly, but the man held him tight, sometimes scratching the delicate skin, sometimes gently rubbing it.
— Haa... aa... This is... anomalous...
Even while pinned, Sungyeon tensed his abs, as if trying to sit up, and reached for Jihan's neck to drink his blood again. But the man, as if taming a beast, sharply squeezed his member.
— I said—Protocol: don't move.
— Heeek!
The sensation was on the brink—as if he was about to lose control of his sphincter. Discharges ran down his thighs. However, Sungyeon reached out and grabbed Jihan's member. He already knew how Mortals did this among themselves.
Sungyeon understood: the predator craved him. And males are weakest immediately after ejaculation. He decided to satisfy him first, then kill him and drink his blood. Without hesitation, he followed his instinct.
— ...!
Slowly spreading his legs, he guided Jihan's member toward his entrance. The unexpected initiative made the man flinch.
— Hey, you...
— Invasion.
Jihan froze.
— You...
— Discharge inside me.
Jihan's face turned crimson. He only wanted to subdue Sungyeon, but not to this extent. The shock made him stammer:
— You... do you even understand who I am...
But he couldn't finish. Sungyeon reached out and pressed his lips to his mouth again. Jihan's eyes went dark.
He remembered the rest vaguely. Only how he succumbed to Sungyeon's hands, pushed his hips forward—and a dull sound, as if something tore. It was unclear if the last remnant of his sanity had burst or if it was the sound of a breakthrough in Sungyeon's narrow passage.
— A-ah!
Sungyeon's cry was swallowed by his mouth. Even in a semi-conscious state, the vampire's eyes widened in shock.
— ...Kkh-kkhm!
A sensation, as if his head was splitting along with his perineum. Tears welled up in his eyes. His breath caught. He felt nauseous.
The shock was so strong that Sungyeon "saw clearly" for a moment:
"Are Mortals' bio-organs always this huge?"
They weren't like this before... But perhaps his memory was failing him—too much time had passed.
Jihan growled like a beast:
— Kkh... Wider. Spread your legs. It's all in. Full penetration.
Sungyeon was suffocating and couldn't even object. Jihan, as if in a hurry, spread his thighs until the muscles in his groin stretched to the limit, and drove himself deeper. Sungyeon's moist insides barely accepted him, resisting.
When Jihan's bio-organs finally slapped against his buttocks, Sungyeon felt as if his insides had shifted and he was about to vomit. With a voice on the verge of losing consciousness, he gasped:
— Fa... faster...
He meant "hurry up and finish the process," but Jihan apparently understood otherwise.
— Hoo... Wait.
His breathing quickened. He looked at Sungyeon like a wolf at its prey, without even blinking. Sungyeon slightly tensed his internal muscles—Jihan immediately grimaced.
— Hey! Kkh... Don't clench...
The sensation of his member being squeezed from inside caught him off guard. But Sungyeon was no less stunned. Bewilderment was reflected on his face.
Before, guys finished after one or two thrusts... And now, his plan—to quickly achieve ejaculation and drink blood—was under threat. Sungyeon's eyes darted frantically.
The moment Sungyeon realized his plan might have failed, fear made him clench his internal muscles again. A mistake. Jihan let out a hoarse sound and, as if unable to hold back any longer, sharply moved his hips. Sungyeon's head snapped back on its own.
— M-mh!
A moan, similar to a scream, erupted. Inside him, Jihan's member grew even larger. Sungyeon felt deceived. He gritted his teeth and stared at Jihan with moist eyes. In response, Jihan clenched and unclenched his left fist, and drops of blood from the wound dripped onto Sungyeon's face. His tightly sealed lips immediately parted to catch them.
— ...! Heeek!
When Sungyeon was about to cry out, Jihan stuffed his bloodied hand into his mouth. This muffled his moans.
— Smack... slurp... mmmph...
Tears streamed down Sungyeon's face, but he obliviously licked the wound. The more actively he did this, the stronger the thrusts became.
Sungyeon's eyes rolled back. Jihan, finally getting a breather, watched mesmerized as his member disappeared into the narrow passage. Between the round buttocks, the massive organ mercilessly entered and exited. Sungyeon, not stopping licking his hand, begged:
— Mmh... slo-slower...
The words merged into an unintelligible whisper. Jihan nodded.
— Alright.
But the rhythm did not slow down at all.
Every time Jihan pulled his hips back and drove himself in again to the base, wet, squelching sounds came from Sungyeon's orifice. The smooth internal walls constricted around his shaft, making him clench his teeth.
"Is it possible to experience such bio-pleasure?"
A series of flashes seemed to explode in his brain. He cautiously withdrew his hand, Sungyeon was still breathing heavily, his mouth slightly open, lips scarlet.
Soon, the movements, which had been powerful and sharp, with dull thuds against his thighs, stopped, reaching a narrow, difficult-to-pass spot deep inside. Sungyeon's skin peeled loudly from the leather seat. He stared at the ceiling, muttering in a daze:
— Why... Why don't you finish the process...
And then whimpered, as if about to cry.
Suddenly, Jihan's palm, wide as a pot lid, gripped his chest, pressing hard on the inflamed nipple.
— Heeek!
A thick white fluid squirted from the tip of Sungyeon's member. Jihan asked with sincere curiosity:
— You like the stage?
— N-no... ah!
His consciousness blurred. The member, entered so deep it seemed there was no further, pierced him from inside. Swollen to the limit, it stretched and filled him, creating an unfamiliar pressure. Sungyeon forgot how to breathe. Sobs mingled with ragged breaths, and involuntary tears streamed down his cheeks.
Jihan licked his tears, as if he were the Class V. Sungyeon cried and pleaded:
— A-ah, kkh... hh... Stop...! I'll die!
— The bio-system will endure.
Sungyeon planned to attack when the predator weakened after ejaculation, but he could no longer bear it. At that moment, Jihan's member, filling him to the limit, twitched. Sungyeon felt the crisis point. His voice trembled:
— P-please... faster...
— Damn, you son of a...
Jihan cursed in front of him. With a muffled groan, he discharged inside. Sungyeon's abdomen convulsively contracted from the hot wave. It felt as if the predator's scent would now permeate him completely.
— ...!
— Heeek!
In the next moment, a second wave of orgasm washed over Sungyeon like a tide. A feeling like something was bursting out, and an unfamiliar, uncontrollable pleasure spread through his body.
— A-aah!
His vision turned black. His tensed buttocks slackened, his fingers and toes hung limply. Sungyeon, tongue out, gasped, staring into the void. And then, on the verge of consciousness, he saw the predator's face approaching his lips.
"Kang Jihan...?"
The moment lips pressed against his, cutting off his breath, the world plunged back into darkness.
Some time later, Jihan, who had been passionately sucking Sungyeon's lips and tongue, noticed a change in his condition. The bloodsucker, who had been alternately flirting and whining, now lay motionless, completely limp.
Suddenly, an icy cold ran down Jihan's spine. With apprehension, he called out to Sungyeon, whose head was helplessly thrown back and eyes closed:
— Ryu Sungyeon?
He seemed to have lost consciousness.
At that moment, a sharp, arrow-like clarity returned to Jihan. He froze, then cautiously brought his finger to Sungyeon's nose—a faint breath was still felt. His entire body immediately sagged with relief.
He tried to pull away, but his member felt stuck—that's how deep he had gone. When he finally pulled it out, Sungyeon's insides squeezed, as if trying to hold on. Even unconscious, his legs splayed like a frog's, and his body trembled. The sight was too explicit for a sober gaze.
Jihan got up, as if waking from a nightmare.
Unconscious, Sungyeon lay in an indecent posture on the passenger seat: his head thrown back limply, his shirt completely unbuttoned, his trousers pushed down.
Teeth marks, like bruises, were visible on his chest, and fresh knife wounds and bloodstains were on his abdomen. Between his thighs, white semen, which Jihan had just poured into him, slowly leaked out.
Jihan squeezed his eyes shut tight. Even if Sungyeon had initiated the seduction, he had clearly crossed all protocol lines.
He wished he could at least blame it on Class hypnosis. But damn it, his consciousness was crystal clear.
— Hah...
He couldn't believe that he, blinded by momentary lust, was capable of this. But what was even stranger—even now, he wanted to pounce on this bloodsucker again.
He somehow covered Sungyeon's lower body with clothes. Then he tried to grab the steering wheel, but his hands wouldn't obey. Several times he tried to start the car, but ended up just dropping his head onto the wheel.
In the underground parking lot, the deafening honk sounded for a long time.