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The 46th main scenario, Proof of the Stars.

[The scenario’s time limit has ended.]

[The room star has failed to be acquired.]

[Nobody hurt their companion.]

A perfect resolution to Kim Dokja’s long awaited return.

[You have proven your ‘trust.’]

[You have acquired a new story!]

[You have met the conditions to clear the scenario.]

Yes… this is the “true” ending for the Proof of Stars scenario.  

“Kim Dokja.”

This is definitely how the story ends. With no lingering tension...

“Kim Dokja. Is there a hidden clear method?”

A fitting finale to cement all misunderstandings between Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja… 

Kim Dokja.”

And he, Kim Dokja, did not get teleported anywhere. Definitely not in some sketchy, western-style five-star luxury hotel room, with a single king size bed. Kim Dokja didn’t confirm that the cheap silkworm sheets are also of expensive quality, with a high thread count. And definitely didn’t mentally confirm that the bed is large enough for two adult males. 

There is no seductive mood suffused within this space, with the trashy, embossed chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling; the crude, intricate designs carved sloppily in the grenadilla branches. There are no candles; the lights glowing from the carving are enough to embrace the room in a dim, alluring light. Enough to see one another’s features, but dark enough to cast soft shadows.

Kim Dokja is definitely not present in this room. He’s off with the rest of his colleagues from his company, confirming the results from the main scenario they just completed, “Proof of the Stars”. 

Again, because this bears repeating: Kim Dokja is not here.

「 Kim Do kja is stu pid … 」

Yoo Joonghyuk huffs, and grabs Kim Dokja’s collar with both of his hands. He jerks him closer, brushing their noses together. Narrows his eyes and glares; tries to make Kim Dokja look at him. But there’s no point in doing that, when all Kim Dokja can see is Yoo Joonghyuk. Since the very beginning.

Still, Kim Dokja tries to lower his gaze, his dark lashes fluttering faintly against the stark whiteness of his cheeks. His heart thumps loudly in his chest. It’s so loud, he can’t hear it resonating from Yoo Joonghyuk. Can’t hear them beating in tandem.

“Kim Dokja, you bastard. What did you do?”

 His thumbs brush against Kim Dokja’s neck, catching on the beads of sweat. 

「Kim Do kja wants his hands around his throat 」

This finally elicits a reaction from Kim Dokja, who blushes a fiery red. He shakes his head. 

“I don’t...” His voice cracks. He abruptly shuts his mouth, biting on his tongue. The blush has spread to the lobe of his ears. 

Yoo Joonghyuk stares. 


Kim Dokja trembles. How exactly is he supposed to explain this? The holographic message flickers, as if teasing him.


[Hidden Scenario  – The Fall of a Star]

Category: Hidden

Difficulty: ???

Clear Conditions: Penetrative ◼◼ with incarnation Yoo Joonghyuk. Minimum of 5 ◼◼.

Time Limit: 24 Hours

Compensation: 10,000 coins + ???

Failure: Death

[What happens in this subspace will not be recorded within ‹STAR STREAM›]


Yoo Joonghyuk releases his collar, and encases his hands around Kim Dokja’s neck. His calloused palms are warm. Immediately, Kim Dokja grabs Yoo Joonghyuk’s wrists. 

「 Kim Dok ja thinks : that’s bett er 」

No it is not, thinks Kim Dokja. 

But Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers tighten against his throat, and Kim Dokja’s blood rushes straight to his dick.

“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. “You know nothing of this?”

Kim Dokja opens his mouth and closes it. Opens his mouth and. And. Closes it. Opens again. Exhales. 

His mouth is getting dry. Better close it, in that case.

Yoo Joonghyuk observes this with a quirk of his eyebrows. 

“I…” His voice cracks again. “ I don’t know anything about this.”

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be false.]


Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes darken. His fingers dig in his throat.

“I’ll talk, fuck! I’ll talk, stop choking me!”

“No,” replies Yoo Joonghyuk. But he doesn’t release the pressure, resting his thumbs gently against the Adam’s apple of Kim Dokja’s throat. A heavy, undeniable presence. Kim Dokja gulps, causing Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers to sink further in his throat. He wishes he didn’t need to breathe.

“First things first,” he chokes out, hating how his voice has reached a particularly high, needy tone.

“This.... particular scenario doesn’t have anything to do with me. I didn’t plan this!”

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be the truth.]

Yoo Joonghyuk hums. “You didn’t want this?”

Kim Dokja looks at him indignantly. “Why would I want to fuck you?” 

He’s always been good at lying to himself.

Yoo Joonghyuk frowns. Perhaps he feels insulted because he’s the protagonist. It’s common knowledge that by default, everyone wants to fuck the protagonist. And anyone who doesn’t want to is lying. Good thing for the both of them that Kim Dokja isn’t a character in this novel‒ Yoo Joonghyuk’s protagonist halo doesn’t affect him. Can’t. 

Yoo Joonghyuk tilts his head. The lights from the chandelier pulses warmly over his red, full lips. Kim Dokja is momentarily distracted by his features; strong jaw, framed by sharp cheekbones. A glare that terrors the stars, but still beckons him. Kim Dokja’s breath hitches. Did Yoo Joonghyuk press harder against his throat? He must have, with the way he’s looking at him, his eyes more intense than usual. 

He must be angry, Kim Dokja thinks. Angrier than normal. Eyes dark like a starless night. An indescribable gaze. He doesn’t know what that certain flavor of anger signifies, what that look means, ranging between minor annoyance and near-death. 

If he had to make an educated, unbiased guess, then he thinks Yoo Joonghyuk probably wants to beat him up. Like every other time, with Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand brushing against his own as they walk through the scenarios. 

Itching to rest his hand against his blade, instead. (Itching to hold his hand, instead).

「Kim Dok ja thinks : You kn ow what that loo k means. 」

“Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk says. Why is his voice deeper then usual? “What else?”

“Ah–” Kim Dokja bites his lip, worries it between his teeth. He’d rather not speak more of this. He handles pain better than the truth.

Yoo Joonghyuk lowers his gaze, stares at the tongue disappearing and reappearing from his lips. He’s entranced for a full minute, before snapping his gaze back to Kim Dokja. Who tries to shrink back into himself. And who doesn’t answer. His tongue makes a reappearance instead, wetting his lips obscenely. 

Almost involuntarily, Yoo Joonghyuk tightens his hands around Kim Dokja’s throat, making him whimper. Fuck, he really doesn’t want to tell him. But Kim Dokja will… he’ll end up getting an erection at this rate. And that can’t happen.

“S-Stop choking me,” Kim Dokja whines. His heart has found its way in his throat, threatening to pour out of his mouth. His dick jerks in the confines of his pants.

“Speak.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice sings to him, pulls the beat of his heart higher in his throat. Louder. 

It’s an insurmountable, impossible task to stop gulping in this situation. Which of course, means that Kim Dokja has failed. He’s not the protagonist.

He gulps. And the movement makes the fingers on his throat burn like a brand against his neck. His dick gives another twitch. His pants are too– they’re too tight. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes have never looked fiercer. Looking directly at him.

He’s not just a simple reader anymore.

[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ is shaking!]

Kim Dokja closes his eyes. Breathe. Focus. This is nothing personal.

[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ solidifies.]

“Have you ever heard of the Erotes?”


Why did Kim Dokja bother to ask? He already knows all there is to Yoo Joonghyuk.

“They're a group of winged gods, commonly associated with love or desire. Followers of Aphrodite.”

Yoo Joonghyuk clicks his tongue. “Olympus.”

“I don’t think Olympus had a hand in this. They… These particular gods are known for playing pranks like these. Even to the dismay of Olympus. And…”


Kim Dokja tries to look away. But it’s quite hard to accomplish this when the strongest incarnation in existence has his hands wrapped around your neck. And when he gives another hard squeeze– Kim Dokja has never been any harder. He knows his dick is probably leaking by now.

“Ah-hah,” he whimpers. Kim Dokja desperately tries to blink the tears out of his eyes. Pain or pleasure, he can’t tell. Not like it matters, when it’s Yoo Joonghyuk.

“Stop,” he says. His voice is barely audible, low and needy.

Yoo Joonghyuk smirks. “The more I choke you, the more honest you become.”

“That’s….that’s not true,” Kim Dokja says, weakly. 

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be false.]

Yoo Joonghyuk’s lip twitches, while Kim Dokja’s face drops. He’s never felt so humiliated.

He thrusts Kim Dokja against the bed, without letting go of his throat. And Kim Dokja willingly lets himself be guided, lets Yoo Joonghyuk press him to the bed. He still keeps his hands around Yoo Joonghyuk’s wrists. Then Yoo Joonghyuk presses his knee against Kim Dokja’s dick, and the world grinds to a halt.

“Uh, ah.” he whimpers. “No.”

Yoo Joonghyuk shifts his weight from his foot to his knee, and presses down hard. A high-pitched moan escapes from Kim Dokja. It hurts, but it feels good, and it’s not enough. He wants to come so bad. 

“If you want me to stop,” Yoo Joonghyuk whispers. “Then keep talking.”

Why does it sound like Yoo Joonghyuk wants the opposite? Like he’s actually willing to fuck him?

[Your understanding of the character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has increased.]

Yoo Joonghyuk’s pupils are blown wide.

[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ is shaking dangerously!]

He needs to stop thinking.

“These minor gods…” Kim Dokja exhales, shakily. “They usually target couples, or couples-to-be. Or they instigate orgies and the like.”

Those scenarios? I thought it was nonsense. People who weren’t honest with themselves.”

“That’s how they never get caught. One of their more famous gods is Eros, commonly known as Cupid. Which I’m sure you’ve at least heard of.”

Yoo Joonghyuk makes a noise of understanding. He stares intently at Kim Dokja. Waiting.

Waiting for what?

Kim Dokja licks his lips. “And the reason why it’s particularly difficult to stop their scenarios is because their probability feeds on desire and affection… Even if– if the scenario was requested from Himeros, the god of unrequited love…”

Yoo Joonghyuk stills, and Kim Dokja feels sorry. He didn’t want Yoo Joonghyuk to know about him like this.

He continues. “Even then, Himeros is simultaneously the god of sexual desire. In any case, at least one of the targets has either feelings of love or sexual desire towards the other.”

“Do you?” Yoo Joonghyuk asks, suddenly. “Are you.”

Kim Dokja turns his head, tries to bury it in these stupid, expensive sheets, but Yoo Joonghyuk grips his throat harder, brings his face level to his own. If Kim Dokja stuck out his tongue, he could touch his lips. Yoo Joonghyuk blinks, slowly, and Kim Dokja can feel his eyelashes; those irritating, thick strands of hair. Can feel the heat of his gaze on his skin.

[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ becomes thinner.]

“The–the only other alternative to clear this scenario is to get rid of the source of desire or love. It’s impossible in most cases, which is why these scenarios are so successful. Or you can kill the target to remove the source permanently. remove what binds them in the first place.”

Kim Dokja shuts his mouth. Then opens it immediately. He can’t stand this teasing anymore.

“You can...cut it off. I’ll become an eunuch. And this will clear the scenario, since it can no longer be accomplished…”

Kim Dokja looks at Yoo Joonghyuk furtively. Then shuts his eyes.

“Please make it quick. My skill should block off most of the pain, and I can probably regenerate it back with the materials from the Dokkaebi bag.”

“Kim Dokja.”

“Just, hurry it up.”

“Kim Dokja. Everything you’ve told me until now... Is it true ?”

“I believe so?”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers tap against his throat, and Kim Dokja jerks. Fuck, why is he still hard in this kind of situation? Just the prospect of having Yoo Joonghyuk touching his dick in any matter makes him hard, fuck. Even if it’s with a sword.

“Kim Dokja. Yes or no.”

“Yes,” he exhales. Yoo Joonghyuk’s breath is warm against his lips. “Yes, what I’ve told you about this scenario is true.”

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be the truth.]

It’s quiet, yet the air is tense. Electrifying. An impending, inevitable doom. 

Yoo Joonghyuk’s smile is blinding.

“Let’s get started, then.” There’s a hint of happiness in Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice, rare in appearance, stranger still than a fickle god returning your prayers. Kim Dokja is momentarily mesmerized.

He only ever notices it few far and between the months(decades) they’ve spent together: his lip upturned for half a second when he talks to his sister; when he cooks for his team; when he tortures Kim Dokja under the guise of medical aid, brushing his scarred hands against his injured skin—and gone like a whisper in the wind. Fuck, since when was the protagonist so excited to cut off his dick? Kim Dokja thought his desires were pretty well concealed.

“Just get it over with.” Kim Dokja grits out, embarrassed. He has his eyes closed, but he wants to cover them with his hands. But Yoo Joonghyuk’s wrists feel more reassuring, somehow. So he squeezes his eyes tightly. Squeezes Yoo Joonghyuk’s wrists. And hopes he can’t see the disgust on his face.

He waits. And then. And then–

Insistent, warm lips press against his. Kim Dokja makes a startled noise in his throat, lips parting. A strong, thick tongue invades into him, licks into his mouth. Yoo Joonghyuk releases his hand from his throat, and cups his cheek. Tilts his head in a way that invites his tongue deeper inside him. 

Kim Dokja is shaking. He makes cute little gasps every time Yoo Joonghyuk slides in his tongue. Anything he does overwhelms him— he’s read thousands over thousands of Yoo Joonghyuk’s lives, but nothing compares to the raw sensation of Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips against his skin. Nothing compares to feeling him form a smile against his mouth, groaning out his name in a revering manner.

「Kim Dok ja thinks: this is bet ter than my dreams」

Kim Dokja makes a loud, broken noise, before tearing his mouth away. He pants, his heart running a mile an hour. He’s never, ever been kissed. Never dared to dream how warm his lips could be. Yoo Joonghyuk seems unaffected, except for how red his mouth is, and the satisfied smile resting on his face. The lights reflected in his eyes look like stars.

Yoo Joonghyuk looks happy.

Kim Dokja can’t‒he can’t afford to think about what that means. 

[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ becomes dangerously thin.]

“What–” He gasps, shuddering. “What are you doing?”

「Kim Dok ja is a fo ol 」

“Did you become stupid after three years?” There’s fondness in his voice. “I’m kissing you.”

Yoo Joonghyuk brings his mouth back to Kim Dokja’s, but he covers Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips with his palm. Even this much skin contact is dizzying for him; his nerves are laser-focused on their point of contact. He hopes Yoo Joonghyuk can’t see, can’t feel how bad his hand is shaking.

He should know better by now.

“Don’t you‒don’t you want to clear the scenario?” 

He tries to sound resolute. 

「But Kim Dok ja sounds hope ful」

“Yes?” Yoo Joonghyuk tilts his head, exposing his tanned throat. Amusement trickles in his voice. Kim Dokja doesn’t look at the muscles stretching to his neck. 

“Foreplay is important, Kim Dokja. Even if you’re a virgin, you should know this.”

Kim Dokja’s face burns. “That’s not it! Just—cut off my dick! I can regenerate it, it’s fine! I won’t die!”

“That won’t clear the scenario.”

“Are you deaf? Did you not hear me the past few minutes?”

“I can’t regenerate my dick.”


「You will al ways be a fo ol 」

Yoo Joonghyuk silently watches Kim Dokja, how his eyes waver. His smart mouth pinched together in confusion, the worried crease between his eyebrows. His clever brain trying to process the information Yoo Joonghyuk’s given. Always trying to find the upper hand. The way out.

But Yoo Joonghyuk’s waited a long time for this, and he won’t let him escape that easily.

He licks Kim Dokja’s palm, who immediately retracts his hand. Cups the back of Kim Dokja’s head, kisses his lips. Tries to lick them apart. Kim Dokja whimpers, but doesn’t open his mouth. Stubborn like always. Yet Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Yoo Joonghyuk releases his other hand from his throat and cups Kim Dokja’s crotch. Strokes his thumb against the zipper. He hears a sharp inhale, and chuckles, softly. Lets his fingers rest there for a few seconds, then squeezes it tightly.

Ah.” Kim Dokja moans against his lips, prideful little mouth open. Yoo Joonghyuk slides his tongue back where it belongs. His mouth is ever so sweet and alluring.

Yoo Joonghyuk fiddles with the zipper on Kim Dokja’s pants, then pulls out his dick. He whimpers at the sudden exposure of air, and a bead of precome drips down his palm. If Yoo Joonghyuk found the touch of another male disconcerting, any doubts Kim Dokja had are squashed by the confidence of his actions.

His hand wraps around the shaft easily, and the sudden contact immediately robs Kim Dokja of his concentration. Yoo Joonghyuk gives his dick a quick tug, which makes Kim Dokja stiffen and cling to the hard muscles of his back. He rubs him slowly. His whimpers are swallowed by Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips. Their kisses get sloppier; excess saliva trickles down the corner of his mouth.

It’s a difficult decision, but Yoo Joonghyuk decides he’d rather hear him instead. He retracts his mouth and Kim Dokja stays there, limp and panting. Mistakes his actions for respite. 

Yoo Joonghyuk looks down. It’s pretty, he thinks. Paler than his own, obviously smaller but it’’s cute. A cute little curve, a perfect size. He runs his thumb across the slit, and presses down. Strokes him faster than before. Kim Dokja gives out a startled cry, and little uh-uh-uh’s, his hand clutching desperately at his bicep. 

“Yoo Joongyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja blinks furiously. “I-ah-ahh‒”


Kim Dokja moans in Yoo Joonghyuk’s ear as he comes, his spine rigid. It’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. Ears ringing, his eyes slide shut.

In the haze of Kim Dokja’s post-orgasmic bliss, he hears Yoo Joonghyuk say: “We’re not done here.”

[0 out of 5 ◼◼ COMPLETED]

Kim Dokja struggles to open his eyes. His mouth feels stuffed with cotton.

“Yoo Joonghyuk, there’s no need—” He stops.

Yoo Joonghyuk is licking the come off his fingers. His come. He watches the obscene curve of his throat move as he swallows it down. Kim Dokja draws in a sharp breath when he realizes Yoo Joonghyuk is staring at him. His heart beats fiercely.

“Bitter,” he says. His lips glisten with spit.

“You sunfish, why...” Kim Dokja doesn’t think his face can get any redder.

“I’m cleaning my hand.”

“Then, a napkin-” 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Yoo Joonghyuk, just-” Kim Dokja startles at the sudden constriction of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand around his neck. Again. It won’t be long before he’s hard again, heat pooling low in his crotch. Yoo Joonghyuk looks at him thoughtfully, a glint in his eyes.

“Open your mouth.”

Kim Dokja complies, parting his lips, before his mind catches up to his body, oh no— Yoo Joonghyuk thrusts his come-slicked fingers down his throat. He moans as the taste of his release fills his mouth.

「Kim Dok ja would have preferred Yoo Joonghyuk’s sem en」

If only he could refute...

“If you’re so keen to clean my hand, do it yourself.” He sounds smug, which he has every right to be, with Kim Dokja whining desperately around his fingers like a whore. He humps against his thigh, relishing the heady sensation of his fingers in his mouth.

He’s almost sad when Yoo Joonghyuk removes his fingers from his mouth, a thread of saliva snapping away. He stands up from the bed. Kim Dokja reluctantly rises up in a sitting position.

And then Yoo Joonghyuk starts to strip, and Kim Dokja’s brain surges back to alertness. 

“Wait. Stop.”

“No.” He drops his trenchcoat to the ground.

“Yoo Joonghyuk!”

He lifts his arms above his head and slides off his black turtleneck shirt, sexily, somehow. He slicks back the curls from his face, and looks at him. Kim Dokja stares at the steady rise and fall of Yoo Joonghyuk’s muscled chest. Scars linger all over his torso, crisscrossing his abs.

He’s.. He’s so…

Yoo Joonghyuk’s curled hand pauses at his flat stomach, fingers dipping in the hem of his pants. He lifts his chin and smirks. It’s an infuriatingly good look on him.

“Enjoying yourself? Kim Dokja.”

He makes eye contact with him. The retort dies on his tongue. Kim Dokja is suddenly very, very aware that they’re only two people in the room.

[Clear Conditions: Penetrative ◼◼ with incarnation Yoo Joonghyuk. Minimum of 5 ◼◼.]

Trapped in his heated stare, Yoo Joonghyuk slowly zips down his pants. The fabric bunches up on the ground, and he steps out of them. The muscle in his thighs flex involuntarily. Kim Dokja trails his eyes down to the thatch of dark hair. He’s large and excessively hung, his cock slightly curving to the right; red and hard and twitching, dripping. Kim Dokja wants to catch the salty drops on his tongue. Stupidly huge protagonist cock.

Kim Dokja’s hole throbs, painfully (good).

「Kim Dok ja thinks: I am a who re」


His dick twitches, and he squeezes his thighs together.

“Did you think you had a choice?”

Belatedly, Kim Dokja realizes he never answered back to Yoo Joonghyuk. He feels him gently grasp the back of his neck, forcing him to lift his head. 

Yoo Joonghyuk is dangerously beautiful.

“Did you think I would let you run away?”

「Kim Dok ja wishes he could run away」

He caresses the short strands of his hair, in a gentle, almost-patronizing manner.

“Did you think you could escape from me?” He says, haughtily.

「But Kim Dok ja knows that once you’ve attracted Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention, escape is futile from the leash of a regressor」

“But… Lee Seolhwa?”

It’s a weak deflection, but Kim Dokja is desperate to tether himself to some form of reality. Yoo Joonghyuk drags him up in a standing position. He strips off his coat, throws it to the ground.

“Don’t care.”

Kim Dokja is about to object, but a warm hand firmly squeezes his ass. Yoo Joonghyuk grinds their bare cocks together, the slick friction welcome. Their hips are flushed against each other. He gasps, keeps his fists clenched at the sides of his waist.

“She’s your ex-wife, Yoo Joonghyuk.”


Yoo Joonghyuk rips off the buttons from his collar, drops his shirt to the ground. He feels his nipples tighten upon exposure to air; shivers when Yoo Joonghyuk runs a hot palm along his spine. He rests his hand on the curve of his back.

“You’re not homo—”

“Quit stalling.”

The last shuffle of clothing. Kim Dokja’s pants pool around his ankles. Yoo Joonghyuk nudges his knee between his thighs, fondles the meat of his ass. Pulls him slowly to the bed, trapping him in his muscled arms, until he’s laying in his lap, legs around Yoo Joonghyuk’s waist. His breath is hot against Kim Dokja’s mouth; they kiss, open-mouthed, cocks brushing.

There’s nothing more separating them. No clothes. No more social niceties. Just the warm expanse of Yoo Joonghyuk’s skin, bare for him to see. Only him.

No longer a protagonist and a reader.

[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ becomes as thin as a pane of glass.]

Lube is included within the subspace. Assorted bottles of assorted flavors and status “effects”, sitting innocuously in a weaved basket, on the corner of the bed. Yoo Joonghyuk reaches over and selects a nondescript, white bottle. Tips the contents in the cusp of his palm. 

Kim Dokja is red as a tomato. 

“Hey…who said I’m bottoming?”


“Why the fuck?”

“You’re a virgin.”

“Have some compassion! Have you seen your size? Do you want me to die?”

“Are you trying to tease me?”

“How the fuck did you interpret this as—”

Yoo Joonghyuk’s slick finger circles his hole, and Kim Dokja whimpers. His lips are ticklish against his ear.

“You’re not a good liar, Kim Dokja.”

 His finger breaches his hole, making him flinch. He sucks in a sharp breath. 

「Some functions of the exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ are limited due to excessive immersion.」

Oh no.

His senses blur then sharpen, hyperfocused on the irregular staccato of Yoo Joonghyuk’s heartbeat; his brittle dragon heart resonates and threatens to collapse under the turbulence of his emotions. 

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

Yoo Joonghyuk bends his finger inside him, and he gasps, clenching around him. He buries his head in the crook of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. The taste and sweat of the protagonist do nothing to calm the inhale of his traitorous lungs, how he greedily gulps another breath of tainted air.

“Relax, Kim Dokja.” 

Yoo Joonghyuk pushes in a second finger. His hole throbs around the intrusion, eager for more.

“—Uhh .” Kim Dokja squeezes his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk’s torso, digs his fingers in the muscles of his back. He rocks his hips. It feels, it feels

He keens, sudden, as the fingers inside him scissor wide and brush his prostate.

“Found it.” He gives out a throaty chuckle.

He drags the pads of his fingers against his sweet spot, presses and Kim Dokja jerks in his hold, his dick leaking against his stomach. The fourth wall is no longer there to stop him from crying out. This is his reality, now.

“How lewd.”

Ah, get it out.” He’s on the verge of going insane.   


Yoo Joonghyuk squeezes his grip on his waist, and taps a third finger against the rim of his hole. Kim Dokja shakes his head.

Out.” His bottom lip juts out. Yoo Joonghyuk pinches his rim, smiles when he whines, grinding down on his fingers.

“Can’t. Your greedy cunt won’t let go.”

Stupid fucking pornstar protagonist and his stupid sex god skills.

Yoo Joonghyuk thrusts in the third finger, and his hole accommodates; the stretch makes him ache for more. As if to demonstrate what he said.

His teeth bite at his earlobe. “See, Kim Dokja?” He twists his fingers and grinds them upwards, and Kim Dokja’s vision whites out for a second. He gasps, his dick painfully hard.

“Greedy. Are you really a virgin?”

“L-let me come.” Sweat trickles down his face.

Yoo Joonghyuk kisses him, thrusts his tongue down his throat. Swallows his needy moans every time he teases his sweet spot.

By the time he has four fingers inside him, Kim Dokja is shaking like an addict.

“Yoo Joonghyuk. Plea—Please.

Kim Dokja sobs when the fingers are abruptly removed from him. His hole clenches on empty air. He’s manhandled, laid down on the bed.

“Dokja,” says Yoo Joonghyuk. He rubs the fat head of his cock against Kim Dokja’s hole, greedy and open for him. But Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t push it in. Just keeps rubbing his cock between his thighs. Fuck, there’s no way it’ll fit.

But Kim Dokja wants, he wants this cock to split him open, wants to feel it in his throat,wants .

“Yoo Joonghyuk,” Kim Dokja begs. “You don’t‒you don’t have to do this.”

And because Kim Dokja is an honest, upright man, he wraps his legs around Yoo Joonghyuk’s waist. Rolls his hips in an obscene manner, luring him in.

“Kim Dokja.” He growls.

Kim Dokja whines as Yoo Joonghyuk thrusts between his cheeks. They’re almost, almost...

“Joonghyuk.” He’s shaking. Close… close to something. “Please…” Squeezes his thighs.

The head of his cock catches against Kim Dokja’s rim. They both groan.

Ah,” Kim Dokja whimpers. “You can’t.

Kim Dokja wants it so bad. He wants his tongue, the warm lips on his skin, his arrogant smile, his...

Kim Dokja wants Yoo Joonghyuk.

The next time Yoo Joonghyuk thrusts, Kim Dokja times it so his cock aims at his hole. The cockhead pushes through, and Kim Dokja sobs. Feels it pop in him. Feels Yoo Joonghyuk’s precome spill copiously inside him.


In him. It’s in him. Inside. Not enough, not deep enough. He needs it deeper, please, deeper.

But Yoo Joonghyuk pulls out, and Kim Dokja gasps out, brokenly. Frustrated. Whywhywhywhy why

“Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk pants. His jaw is clenched tight. “Let me fuck you.”

He wants

Kim Dokja shakes his head.

“No.” He whispers. “I don’t want to.”

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be false.]

Kim Dokja trembles, ashamed. But really, is there any more shame left in him? His hole flutters excitedly, dick leaking over his abdomen. The conclusion of this story has already been determined, but human shame is not something that can be so easily forgotten. Even when he has discarded his humanity.

Kim Dokja knows how this story ends. But he has never been willing to play by the narrative.

“Please,” he begs. “Please, Joonghyuk.”

“Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk snarls. God, he’s so beautiful when he’s angry, handsome eyes tight with restraint. “Please, let me fuck you.”

Kim Dokja bites his lips, lowers his eyelashes. Hooks his arms around the back of his legs, lifts them up. Yoo Joonghyuk’s breath dies in his lungs. Because he can see Kim Dokja’s pink hole perfectly, clenching and unclenching. Can see his pretty little cock crying for attention, curved over his flat stomach. Knows Kim Dokja is greedy for him.

“No.” Says Kim Dokja in a low, sultry voice. “You can’t.” 

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be false.]

Who said he had any shame left? Kim Dokja certainly didn’t say anything like that.

And Yoo Joonghyuk is so very, very close to losing his reason here.

Kim Dokja.” He grabs Kim Dokja’s arms, pins them next to his head with one arm. Spreads his legs wide with his thighs, grasps his cock and aligns it right in front of Kim Dokja’s hole. Pushes his cock in just the tiniest bit, and stops. Feels Kim Dokja squirming, trying to swallow him inside.

“Please,” Kim Dokja cries. Tears slip down his cheeks. He’s never craved this badly for anything. He’s never felt the hunger pangs in his bones, the need spreading in his veins. Like all he wants to taste is Yoo Joonghyuk. He’s shaking with something he doesn’t want to name. Doesn’t yet have a name.

“Dokja,” he groans. He brings his lips to Kim Dokja’s throat. Exhales against his pulse. 

“I can’t wait anymore.”

His cock pushes against the entrance, catching on his rim, then pulls back. Pushes again. “Dokja.”

Kim Dokja can feel it throbbing. “Dokja, please.”

Yoo Joonghyuk caresses his inner thigh, then pushes a finger in. Two. Three. His hole accepts it easily, now.

“Don’t you want something bigger?” Yoo Joonghyuk murmurs. Kim Dokja bites the inside of his cheek.

“Dokja.” His voice is low. Magnetizing. 

He presses his cock against the entrance, and his hole flutters. Begging. 

“I’ll give you everything you need,” Yoo Joonghyuk whispers. “Anything you want. I’ll take care of you in life and death.”

“Please.” He brings his lips to Kim Dokja in an almost-kiss. Venerating. “Will you let me have you?”

Kim Dokja is a weak, weak man. And he’s no protagonist.

“Yes,” He whimpers, softly.

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be the truth.]

Yoo Joonghyuk kisses him then, heart thrumming in his chest. He pushes his cock in. Slowly, at first. But they’re both almost-insane at the pleasure, of the heat they’re finally able to feel. His hole throbs, impossibly trying to accommodate his girth.

“Ha, too big, haah,” Kim Dokja whines, tears swelling. The stretch is making him delirious. It’s insane how good it feels like, and he doesn’t want to let Yoo Joonghyuk know. There’s another half to go. The protagonist doesn’t need another ego boost, thank you very much.

“Dokja, fuck.” Yoo Joonghyuk is shaking, gasping. He grits his teeth. Kim Dokja is so very tight around him. Fever-hot.

Then Yoo Joonghyuk snaps his hips, shoves the rest of his cock in him, and Kim Dokja cries, loud.

“Joonghyuk‒ahh, uhh ,” He shudders. 

It’s in, it’s in, it’s all in, it’s Yoo Joonghyuk, oh my god— 

His breaths are coming in quick bursts. “Hah, b‒bastard, do you think can just shove‒”

Yoo Joonghyuk pulls out his cock, then shoves it back in. Does it again, and again, again, not stopping, even after Kim Dokja pleads for mercy. 

“Oh! Slower—ah!” Kim Dokja moans uncontrollably. He nails his prostate on every thrust, and it won’t be long before he’ll come.

Yoo Joonghyuk is aware it’s Kim Dokja’s first time, and that he should’ve gone for restraint; but Kim Dokja has this way of messing around with his control unlike no other, even to his own dilemma. But he’s red-faced and rolling his hips eagerly, panting and sobbing for his dick, more desperate than a whore—and that suits Yoo Joonghyuk just fine.

Please…” Tears stain his pretty cheeks. Yoo Joonghyuk wraps a hand around his neglected cock, and jerks it once.

Whimpering, Kim Dokja’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he comes. He clenches around him, insides spasming; his flat stomach bulges from his cock. His hair is plastered to his damp forehead. His chest rises rapidly, nipples flush with sweat.

The sight is too much for him. Yoo Joonghyuk comes then, back muscles flexing, spine rigid. He groans in Kim Dokja’s mouth, sucking his tongue.

[1 out of 5 ◼◼ COMPLETED]

[TIME REMAINING: 22:47:21]

Kim Dokja feels Yoo Joonghyuk’s hot semen spread inside him. 

Ah, it’s warm…” He murmurs, dazedly. 

Yoo Joonghyuk splays his large hand over his stomach, presses against the bump. 

Kim Dokja’s breath hitches.



[2 out of 5 ◼◼ COMPLETED]

[TIME REMAINING: 22:29:31]

“Joonghyuk...” Kim Dokja exhales shakily as Yoo Joonghyuk spreads out his puffy hole, his semen spilling all over the sheets. Admiring how red it is. How his hole clenches around his fingers, greedy for his cock still.

“Three more, Dokja.”

Kim Dokja hates the traitorous twitch his dick gives. Yoo Joonghyuk smirks.


[5 out of 5 ◼◼ COMPLETED]

[You have met the conditions to clear the scenario.]
[Congratulations! The exit door is now accessible.]

Kim Dokja breathes out a shaky sigh of relief. His belly feels full-warm with come. He pants, and pushes against Yoo Joonghyuk’s sweaty shoulder. Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t budge.

“Move,” he says. “I’m exhausted, I wanna take a bath—”

He thrusts into him, and Kim Dokja gives out a startled cry. The sweat glistens across Yoo Joonghyuk’s abs. He laughs. And keeps thrusting.

He’s still hard.

He’s still hard.

Yoo Joonghyuk bites Kim Dokja’s neck, and grinds into him. He squeezes the soft flesh of his ass, the red-bitten cheeks.

“S-Stop, we’ve cleared the scenario! Joonghyuk, ah‒” Kim Dokja hiccups. He’s outright crying now. Yoo Joonghyuk finds him pretty when he cries. “Uhhh‒

[TIME REMAINING: 20:48:34]

“We still have time left in this subspace,” he murmurs, smug. “Let’s see how much more you can come.”

Kim Dokja whimpers. Perhaps this is his true ◼◼. 

[TIME REMAINING: 17:45:32]

“Uh, ah, hah... Joonghyuk, please... no more... please...”

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be false.]

Kim Dokja sobs, and spreads his legs again.


[TIME REMAINING: 14:35:59]

Yoo Joonghyuk pulls out his fat cock from Kim Dokja’s bruised, battered hole. Copious amounts of semen gushes out of him, rivulets trickling down the curve of his inner thighs. For the first time in his life, Yoo Joonghyuk is thankful to StarStream for being able to transcend beyond the limitations of an average human body.

Kim Dokja can’t say the same, even as a constellation. He has no muscles to speak of, and a poor excuse for stamina. But that’s fine. He made Kim Dokja drink two bottles worth of SS-grade succubi elixir provided from this subspace. It cost him 200,000 coins.

Yoo Joonghyuk flips Kim Dokja over, thrusts into him from behind. A lewd squelch filters through the room. More of his semen leaks. But that’s fine, he always has more to give.

He pulls out, then sheathes his cock back inside Kim Dokja’s tight, wet, warm heat. 


Kim Dokja answers him with a garbled moan. 

He’ll get his money’s worth.


[TIME REMAINING: 11:47:23]

Ah, Joonghyuk, Joonghyuk‒ah,

Kim Dokja throws his head back as he comes, the curve of his neck gleaming in the limelight. The vulnerable dip of his throat is white and inviting. Yoo Joonghyuk mouths over the many hickeys and bruises he’s left on his skin. He’s getting close, and Kim Dokja whimpers as he picks up speed, too sensitive, too much

Overwhelmingly good. He doesn’t want this to stop, but he can’t anymore, he just can’t.

Yoo Joonghyuk bites down again as he comes, his back tense in pleasure. Sinks his teeth in, lapping up Kim Dokja’s blood. The pleasure sings in his veins. His hips jerk in shallowly, and he sighs. His curls stick to his sweat-slicked forehead.

“No more,” Kim Dokja croaks. Voice bruised, lips bitten. “No more.”

[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be the truth.]

Yoo Joonghyuk clasps their hands, slots their fingers together. Brings it to his mouth, kisses the back of his hand.

“Please, Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk murmurs.

Kim Dokja’s heart stutters. This is‒ridiculous. He’s no protagonist. Succubi elixir can only increase his vitality to a certain extent. He’s cracked open, drained, beaten down. He’s got nothing more left to give him, nothing more to offer; he can’t.

Yoo Joonghyuk brushes Kim Dokja’s cheek with this thumb, kisses his lips. 

Slowly, softly, because he’s in love.

[Your understanding of the character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has increased.]

[Exclusive skill, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint stage 2 has been activated.]

「... you..」

「... I’ve ... for so long...」

「... I know I’ve been greedy...  I’ll have more chances in the future...」

「...But I...」

Kim Dokja swallows. Yoo Joonghyuk smiles at him, honest. The little crinkles next to his eyes pull at his heartstrings. He kisses him again.

“Please? Just one more time.”

Kim Dokja doesn’t think he can handle more of Yoo Joonghyuk’s affection. He’s not built for whatever this is. Whatever Yoo Joonghyuk thinks of when he looks at him, with a tender look in his eyes. He needs to step away for a bit, bring back the fourth wall. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t

「I love you, Kim Dokja」

He has never been able to refuse his dear protagonist’s happiness. Never been able to resist him.


[The character ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ has used the ‘Lie Detection’ skill.]

[Your statement has been confirmed to be the truth.]

Yoo Joonghyuk grins, showing his teeth. And Kim Dokja helplessly smiles back. Welcomes this all-consuming love.


[TIME REMAINING: 01:23:27]

The warm water droplets from the shower run gently on their skin.

Nothing else needs to be said. They’ve read each other's hearts.

And that’s enough, for now. Maybe forever. Maybe beyond the confines of an ending.

An epilogue of sorts, perhaps.


[TIME REMAINING: 00:00:00]

[All participants will now forcibly be expelled from the current scenario.]

[Thank you for your time. We hope to see you again.]

Kim Dokja blushes. Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t say anything, but he links their hands together.


[You have been transferred to Seoul, Korea.]

[The ‹Star Stream› has noticed your presence.]

They find themselves in the outskirts of the Industrial Complex. Right outside the protective barrier charms. Yoo Joonghyuk looks at the nearby crumbling building with impassive calm, and begins his walk to the company base.


[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ appreciates incarnation Yoo Joonghyuk’s comradeship.]

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ has sponsored 1,000 coins.]

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ wonders what happened.]

[The constellation ‘Great Sage Equal to Heaven’ shows concern for your injuries.]

[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ says you should have released your seal.]

[Many constellations are inquiring about your well-being.]

[The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ is looking at the constellation ‘Demon King of Salvation’.]

[The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ is smiling.]

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is looking at the constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’.]

[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ is looking at the constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’.]

[The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ is telling the constellations to be patient.]


Citizens of the Industrial Complex are often in fear or awe of their overlords, and Yoo Joonghyuk pays them no mind as they stare shamelessly.

“Must’ve been a strong fight.”

“The Supreme King looks uninjured... but looking at our lord, it must’ve been quite serious.”

“So many teeth marks… Was it a vampire? I’ve heard rumors of their strength.”

Murmurs of acknowledgement and wonder.

“How brave...”


[The constellation ‘God of Wine and Ecstasy’ has entered channel #BI-90594.]

[The constellation ‘God of Wine and Ecstasy’ has spilled his drink.]

[The constellation ‘God of Wine and Ecstasy’ is laughing.]

[Many constellations are asking for an explanation.]


Kim Dokja glares, and elbows Yoo Joonghyuk’s ribs. He gets himself hurt instead.

“If you want to say something,” Yoo Joonghyuk grins. “Say it out loud.” The end of his mouth twitches.

[The constellation Demon King of Salvation is telling incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’ to walk faster.]

Yoo Joonghyuk hums. “Haven’t I worked hard enough for the past scenario?”

Kim Dokja turns red.

Along the way, Bihyung pops into existence with a crack. He looks at Kim Dokja in a complicated manner. His furry eyebrows are scrunched up in a worm-like pattern.

“I’m here to distribute the rewards for the previous scenario.”

Bihyung waits.

“Go on,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. Kim Dokja doesn’t answer, and doesn’t make eye contact with the dokkaebi. 

Bihyung stares at Kim Dokja, his eyes twitching. Kim Dokja glares. He continues.

“You will receive 10,000 coins and a C-grade flavor pack with a random effect status.” 

Bihyung pauses. “And as a bonus for going above the requirements of the previous scenario‒”

Kim Dokja’s eyes widen. 

“You will receive 2x C-grade succubi elixir, 10x XXXL Deluxe Limited Edition‒” 

“Bihyung, shut up,” Kim Dokja rasps, voice rough. His throat hurts. “Just send me the rewards later.”


[Many constellations doubt their ears.]

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is looking excitedly at the constellation ‘Demon King of Salvation’.]

[The constellation ‘Demon King of Salvation’ is glaring at the constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’.]

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ says she is looking respectfully.]

[Many constellations are wondering about the contents of the hidden scenario.]


They keep walking. Reach the main plaza, with flowers blooming from the cracked asphalt. 

Yoo Joonghyuk kicks open the door to the company base. The employees of Kim Dokja’s company, relaxing in the lounge, stare at their dramatic entrance in a moment of stupor. Han Sooyoung apathetically keeps drinking her energy drink.

Yoo Joonghyuk stares back, and walks past the lounge, to the second floor. He’s stopped by Jung Heewon throwing her sword in front of him, the weapon digging in the concrete wall. The glint of her blade reflects Yoo Joonghyuk’s displeased face.

[The constellation ‘Demon King of Salvation’ says to not damage company property.]

Han Sooyoung rolls her eyes.

“Hey, bastard. You can’t just drop by like that without an explanation.” says Jung Heewon.

“Is Ahjussi injured?” says Shin Yoosung. “Why are you carrying him?”

“He’s tired.” says Yoo Joonghyuk. “Lee Seolhwa can check up on him later.”

Yoo Joonghyuk tries to walk upstairs, but is stopped by Lee Hyunsung’s burly frame. His arms are spread out, palms out in a deceiving showcase of peace. 

“We need to make sure Dokja-ssi is not injured.” He says, tone firm. “You know how he is.”

Yoo Joonghyuk huffs. “He’s fine.”

“Where! Where is Ahjussi injured!” 

“Master, you know we can’t trust his words‒”

It’s touching, really. Kim Dokja knows he’s loved. But he’s also experiencing the most humiliating moment of his life. And Han Sooyoung is too quiet, and knowing her, she’ll‒

She pokes at Kim Dokja’s neck, who flinches. She whistles, low.

“So you guys fucked? Wow. All this stress for nothing.” Han Sooyoung says, before popping a strawberry lollipop back in her mouth.

It’s silent for a split-second, before devolving into absolute nonsense.

“There’s no way‒”

“Ahjussi is too ugly‒”

“Ahjussi isn’t ugly!”

“Out of all times, you had to choose now‒”

“Ugly, not on Master’s level‒”

“Calm down, I’m sure Dokja-ssi wouldn’t‒”

“Stop saying Ahjussi is ugly!”

“We can just ask Master, I’m sure he’ll say‒”


“‒No, huh?”

They stare. Yoo Joonghyuk stares back, unfazed. Han Sooyoung cackles, and cracks open a can of beer. She doesn’t really need to get drunk now, but it’s best practice for avoiding incoming headaches. 

“We’re life and death companions. Which means he’s mine.”

[The exclusive skill ‘Fourth Wall’ is shaking!]

Kim Dokja covers his face with his hands. He wishes he could faint, drop to the ground and play dead, but Yoo Joonghyuk has him in a princess carry, grip firm. Strong enough to never let go.


[The constellation ‘Bald General of Justice’ has dropped his stick.]

[The constellation ‘Great Sage Equal to Heaven’ tears out his hair in shock.]

[The constellation ‘Maritime War God’ welcomes the new warship.]

[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ is crying happily.]

[The constellation ‘Father of Rich Night’ doubts the capabilities of the incarnation ‘Yoo Joonghyuk’.]

[The constellation ‘Queen of the Darkest Spring’ wants to host the wedding.]

[The constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ asks who released the seal on their third leg.]

[300,000 coins have been sponsored.]


“Biyoo.” Kim Dokja’s voice cracks. Tears are prickling at his eyes from embarrassment.  

[The constellation Demon-like Judge of Fire says she has a healing elixir for sore throats‒]

A fluffy snowball lands on Kim Dokja’s head. She nuzzles his nose.


“Close the channel.”