In the Name of God - vanish into fiction

There was no trace of Lee Sunho’s typical smile on his face as he let out a long, feverish breath.

From his constantly twitching eyebrows and his downcast eyes that looked possessed to his trembling eyelashes, flushed cheeks, and red lips that repeatedly bit down and released as if enduring something.

Every single detail was charming, which became its own form of visual stimulation.

However, it was a pity that something felt off.

‘Why do I keep getting that feeling?’

It was puzzling to have such a strange sensation, as if this wasn’t Lee Sunho’s original face.

But that thought didn’t last long.

As the aftershocks of the climax slowly faded, my body, which had been forcing itself to hold on, went completely limp.

To begin with, given Seong Do-yoon’s pathetic stamina and frail physical form, it was worth praising that I had endured this much.

The problem was that while my meager energy had been drained, my sensitized senses and dizzying heat remained the same. As proof, far from losing strength, my member was just as hard as it had been before ejaculating.

‘Am I really supposed to do this for 24 hours… or at least twelve?’

Nothing came to mind except that it was insane.

‘But even if I’m like this because of the status abnormality, why is he?’

With difficulty, I lowered my gaze to look at the members held in our hands. Both of us should have ejaculated, but for some reason, Lee Sunho’s had not subsided either. Credibility was steadily being added to Lee Sunho’s “I must have caught it” remark.

As I stared at Lee Sunho’s bright red weapon, the two hands—no, three hands including mine—wrapped around it began to move. Since it hadn’t been long since ejaculation, the tickling and tingling sensations transmitted by the movement vibrated strongly in my dantian.

“Let’s do it one more time.”

“Ah-heugh… you…! Heub, eueung…!”

Lee Sunho laughed, lightly wetting his lower lip with his tongue.

“Don’t worry. If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you.”

Is that the problem right now, you crazy bastard!

Just as those words I couldn’t voice through my moans suggested, I was unable to move from the bed the next day.

***

The duration of the penalty ended at twelve hours and 17 minutes.

The awkward 17 minutes seemed to be due to the bickering I had with Lee Sunho at the start.

In conclusion, thanks to the lewd acts under the name of “interaction” with Lee Sunho, I was able to avoid the worst-case scenario of spending a full 24 hours in heat.

However, that didn’t mean I was perfectly fine.

“Insane muscle pain….”

I muttered in a weak, cracked voice and slowly raised my body.

My arms and legs felt numb and my waist was so stiff I felt like I might collapse at any moment. I could endure the pain itself somehow, but this sense of alienation and dull sensation—far worse than my usual creakiness—was truly the worst.

-What on earth did you two do while I was away? How embarrassing.

As I barely managed to sit up, Echo, who was curled up next to the pillow, shot me a look. Look at the way the corners of his mouth are turning up.

When I glared at him without a word, Echo pretended to cover his snout with a plump front paw. It didn’t even cover it anyway; he was clearly teasing me.

-Oh, did you hear that? My apologies.

You’re the one who put the voice inside my head.

I glared at him, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to Echo.

I had summoned Echo at home after he was unsummoned in the Disaster Zone 19 dungeon, but he had to disappear again as I fell into a deep sleep shortly after. Even afterward, I had fallen asleep the moment I escaped the status abnormality without any chance to call him, so it was only now—the evening of the day after returning from the dungeon—that I properly summoned him.

Since I had left him in an unsummoned state for a full day, I decided to just accept this level of grumbling.

I tried to stroke Echo’s head, but my hand stopped halfway up due to my stiff shoulders and joints. Seeing me frozen for a moment, Echo moved his head first and rubbed it coyly against my palm.

‘It feels stiff, as if it’s really not my body.’

How should I put it?

It’s a sense of alienation, like a very slight lag occurring in the physical body.

‘Speaking of alienation….’

I suddenly thought of Lee Sunho’s face. I felt it last night as well, but as expected, an unknown sense of alienation was felt from his face.

The strange thing was that this alienation didn’t become more familiar the more I looked at it; rather, from some point on, it became just a little more noticeable.

‘Why?’

Right then, there was a knock. Lee Sunho, who knew the state of my throat, opened the door before I could even make a sound.

“Why are you sitting up? You should be lying down.”

Lee Sunho, who gave me a bright smile, walked in carrying a cup of warm tea.

I stared blankly at his face and asked.

“Did you by any chance get plastic surgery?”

There were no signs of it, but I only asked because I wondered if that was the identity of the alienation I felt. I thought the probability was extremely low.

But for some reason, Lee Sunho’s face stiffened.

“Why? Do you not like this face?”

Wait, did you actually do it?