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The nightmarish scenarios didn’t bring a total apocalypse like Kim Dokja thought it would when he stood in a bloodied train car with his hands sticky from a crushed bug; his pants crinkled by the boy clutching his leg. Certainly hundreds of thousands of people have died and now monsters from other worlds roam the streets, but with time even those fears and tragedies were absorbed into a daily normal.
Humans were adaptable that way, himself included. Even his work life has barely changed, besides the fact that the company he worked for was gone. Now his old side hustle has become his primary source of income and survival in this new world ruled by the whims of an interstellar audience.
He was lucky that not all of them were attracted to just violence and liked what he had to offer. After all, his life depended on it when he became a wanderer after the first scenario.
There were other people more suited to clearing the main scenarios than him.
Kim Dokja watched the livestreams and recordings of strong incarnations like everyone else, but mostly so he could time his own shows when the main scenarios were reaching a dull point. Targeting those low points meant he could maximize his audience count since there was an overlap.
It’s not so different from his life before, he still listens to his audience’s requests and earnestly thanks them for their donations. He chats to the Constellations as he gets ready, and he narrates everything he feels while he’s performing. But now when they send him gifts to use he makes sure to do his research before he pulls them out for the show.
After all, it’s not like every sex toy from other worlds were created for human use in mind. He learned his lesson from the knotting dildo that didn’t deflate until over an hour later. That night was one of his most successful ones in his early days, as the donations poured in from his genuine confusion and distraught tears. Kim Dokja had been too scared to move from his position on his knees, his ass arched up to display his painfully stretched hole as his hands clutched at the sheets. The pulsing sensations that were meant to simulate a continuously orgasming knot as the dildo seemed to grow bigger with every choked breath he took and shudder from his weak legs… He hadn’t been able to control his pitiful cries and hiccups until his sponsor awkwardly told him about the time limit on the Imyuntar shaped toy.
So his audience is skewed towards cruelty, but Kim Dokja knows how to cater to an audience as a professional camstar. This was definitely not what the Secretive Plotter was imagining when he offered him a sponsorship after his performance in the first scenario, but there doesn’t seem to be any sense that the Constellation wanted to annul their contract.
The Secretive Plotter seemed to have mood swings every so often, either criticizing his actions or praising him in a roundabout way. Despite that, the sponsor seems committed to Kim Dokja in a way he hadn’t expected from an all powerful being. All in all, Kim Dokja was probably one of the few people whose life seemed to have gotten materially better since the apocalypse started. A powerful sponsor, a way of survival that has garnered him fame and wealth… Although there was no way for him to be completely safe, Kim Dokja has been able to protect the ones he wanted to protect and live as peacefully as possible in the new deranged world.
And all from performing solo shows still.
Until the notice from a new scenario affected even him, a wanderer.
[Sub Scenario - Star Crossed Companion]
Category: Sub
Difficulty: F - C
Clear Conditions: A satisfactory show must be performed by an unlikely pair, a wanderer and one of the strongest incarnations from the main scenario.
Time Limit: ???
Compensation: ???
Failure: Death
—
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t know how to react when Uriel spams him with messages to collaborate with a camboy.
He had been curious at the echoes of assent among the Constellations when the name ‘Salvation’ popped up as a possible partner after he received the sub-scenario notification, but when he realized what exactly Salvation did in order to survive outside of the main scenarios he froze.
… A sex streamer, and not only that, but a man.
He doesn’t bother looking further into it afterwards, killing time of the looming scenario by hunting for more hidden items and training his other companions.
Bihyung was nagging him constantly to reach out and propose a collaboration, citing what the other strong incarnations across the globe were doing to clear the sub scenario. He’s almost envious, Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t understand why Anna Croft gets to do mukbangs and Feihu could do beauty tutorials.
While Yoo Joonghyuk was urged to do porn.
More frustratingly, the harder he tried to ignore the constant messages about Salvation, the more he saw the man.
When he opened the Dokkaebi Bag, the first thing he saw was an advertisement for a moisturization skill, plastered with Salvation’s winking glowing face. Bihyung mockingly laid out magazines around the compound or the kitchen, 'conveniently’ opened to Salvation’s various photos. As if he needed to see a man seductively posed in lingerie first thing in the morning when he was trying to make breakfast.
He definitely does not stare at the dark glitter-lidded eyes beautifully lined in charcoal. Or at the curve of mischievous lips, the peek of a tongue at the corner of a plush painted mouth. The dark red lipstick was slightly smeared, and paired with the tastefully rumpled look of the lacy, teasingly sheer babydoll the camboy was dressed in made it seem as if Yoo Joonghyuk had reached out to drag the other man closer to steal a kiss—
…
Anyway,
Yoo Joonghyuk constantly tries to get thoughts of a scantily dressed man out of his mind. He’s lucky that no one is brave enough to show him recordings of Salvation. He heard the incarnation was famous for testing out any and all sex toys that exist in the Star Stream.
Which is a pretty impressive and frightening feat.
But he can’t ignore it forever. There haven't been any other possible candidates proposed by the Constellations, so he doubts he could perform a ‘satisfactory show’ with anyone else. This was as much of a headache like the looming dilemma with the future 46th scenario. He couldn’t even count on his past lives as a reference on how to deal with this ‘Salvation’ since he’s never heard or encountered him before. He didn’t know if he could trust an anomaly with such an intimate opportunity.
Risking a death penalty when things were going so well in this regression turn just because he wasn’t prepared to sleep with another man in front of a judging audience… He wasn’t sure if regressing was truly the right choice when he didn't know what triggered this bizarre new sub-scenario in this turn or if his virtue was that important.
But it was becoming a tempting choice.
He sighed over the tortured shrieks of Kim Namwoon. He can’t remember what the brat did this time, but Yoo Joonghyuk jumped at the opportunity to let off some steam, temporary outlet as it was. He was starting to regret it when the cries morphed into whines from the teen, already walking away from the training grounds before the chunni brat could follow him.
A ding rings through the air as Yoo Joonghyuk receives a new private message from a Constellation, one he carelessly opens as he heads inside, eyebrow twitching as he reads a familiar name.
[The Constellation Secretive Plotter has a message from his incarnation]
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When the date is set for Salvation’s and Yoo Joonghyuk’s first meeting to discuss a possible collaboration, forum boards and social media go wild. Yoo Joonghyuk had tried to avoid looking at the comments at first, but he finally bites.
Demonic-like Judge of Fire: ♡Salvation-nim♡ is SO talented, Yoo Joonghyuk will never be able to embrace anyone else after this scenario!! ♡(๑>◡<๑)♡ (⅓)
Demonic-like Judge of Fire: Looking forward to seeing Salvation weaponizing his bussy to make the Conquring King ✧CRY✧!!
♡♡♡(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡♡♡ (⅔)
Demonic-like Judge of Fire: This comment has been reported due to not following community guidelines.
Yoo Joonghyuk reports the comment above it too after finding out what… that meant. At least he knows where the Archangel has been disappearing to in this turn, throwing Eden’s money at some twink (another word he’s unfortunately learned in his attempts to research his future partner).
It’s not the only comment praising Salvation’s… skills. It elicits a bit of fear in Yoo Joonghyuk, (and absolutely definitely not arousal). There’s a few mocking ones towards the Salvation stans, but those are outnumbered by the countless jealous comments on Yoo Joonghyuk’s luck to be able to partner with Salvation.
There’s a small part of himself that agrees, but he would never admit that.
—
Yoo Joonghyuk stands in front of a nondescript house. He had been urged by the Constellations to arrive early to make a good impression on his date possible partner. The constant dinging of the messages from Uriel are starting to raise his blood pressure and he finally relents to press the doorbell before he ends up breaking something.
He hears a bang within the house and he’s not- not worried for the man inside, but his heart skips a beat until a voice pleads “I’ll be right there!” Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t even have to wait a few minutes when he hears hurried steps from the other side.
And then there’s a beautiful man opening the door.
A face that is not too sharp to be overly masculine, but also not round enough to be overtly feminine. It might be described as ‘average’, but there’s something captivating about Salvation even as he’s mostly barefaced compared to how he looks in the media. Salvation is slightly flushed as if he ran towards the door to greet Yoo Joonghyuk, and his simple gold teardrop earrings sway charmingly as he pants a little. Those light breaths draw Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes to Salvation’s mouth and instead of the bright lipstick of his past fantasies, observations, there’s a swipe of a shimmery light gloss across his pretty pink lips.
Yoo Joonghyuk can’t stop the sudden image that flashes through his mind, of Salvation on his knees looking up at Yoo Joonghyuk as he drags those painted lips across the length of his cock to smear sticky gloss all over it, those pretty earrings glinting and swaying with every seductive movement…
It’s even more vivid than his past imaginations now that he’s seen him in person.
His sudden horny thoughts gives him whiplash and Yoo Joonghyuk finally manages to gather enough decency to drag his eyes away from that tempting mouth to meet Salvation’s eyes.
It’s another mistake because there’s no dark eyeshadow applied to his eyelids or heavy kohl liner to emphasize his big eyes, but Yoo Joonghyuk is still pulled into them. Although his eyelashes aren’t dramatically lengthened like in his photos, they’re coated in a clear mascara that still makes his naturally long lashes fan out.
Overall, it’s a face that gets irritatingly lovelier the longer Yoo Joonghyuk looks at him.
Although his face is arranged in a polite smile for pretenses, Yoo Joonghyuk finds it just as attractive as the sultry expressions he’s seen before.
He’s dazed as he’s urged inside the house by a warm hand at his elbow when he stays still in front of the entrance, the sound of the door closing behind him doesn’t even register in his mind. He knows he has to say something in greeting, to try to get his voice to work again.
But of course Yoo Joonghyuk fucks it up.
“You’re a man.”
Fuck. That didn’t come out right.
“An astute observation Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, this partnership is already off to a great start!”
Salvation doesn’t even blink, but Yoo Joonghyuk can already see the politeness in his eyes crumble away like Yoo Joonghyuk’s own sense of self-respect.
Yoo Joonghyuk already knew Salvation is a man, he doesn’t know what compelled him to talk nonsense. But the sight of the other man’s outfit has his mouth drying. There’s not much skin on display at all, he’s wearing a slightly oversized white silk shirt unbuttoned enough to only reveal just a bit of his collarbone and straight loose pants that lovingly hug the curves of his thighs until they widen out above his knees.
He regrets looking so closely, he spies a little beauty spot right under the curve of the exposed collarbone. He’s disgusted by the saliva that pools in his mouth at the thought of biting bruising kisses right where that little mole is, as if he was some kind of dog.
He didn’t exactly expect him to wear something skimpy, but it’s a drastic image change from what he’s seen before. Even though he’s dressed more normally, Salvation still strikes an alluring figure. Yoo Joonghyuk has to remind himself he is a straight (?) man, but Salvation is simply– is really too—too–
“Men shouldn’t be pretty.”
–Fuck he keeps talking like an idiot. The panic doesn’t show on his face with his dead facial muscles, but his eyebrow slightly twitches. He’s frustrated with himself for losing his cool in front of his soon to be partner. He can already hear the angry dings of messages from the Constellations watching.
Luckily Salvation is a professional. His polite expression hasn’t changed much, but Yoo Joonghyuk catches the flash-of-something in those glinting eyes, too quick to pin down before it settles again.
“Is that right?”
Then he quickly hooks a leg on Yoo Joonghyuk’s hip and a surprisingly strong porcelain hand grips Yoo Joonghyuk’s jacket lapel to drag his face closer until they’re practically chest to chest. He can smell the light cologne Salvation must’ve dabbed onto his neck, clouding his mind more effectively than any poisonous mist he’s encountered before. The heat of Salvation’s smile against his ear is too teasing to be really called a kiss, but it feels too intimate as the lip gloss smudges onto his reddening skin with every drag of those captivating lips as Salvation speaks.
“So you find me pretty then… don’t you?” Salvation practically purrs, the words pitching low and sinking into the regressor’s muddled mind. Yoo Joonghyuk can barely suppress the shiver that runs through his body when those syrupy lips move against his ear. Before he can do anything about it, Salvation has the audacity to pull his face back to look Yoo Joonghyuk in the eye as he winks, the grip he has tight enough that the regressor would have to exert a bit of effort to be able to kiss the vixen senseless.
Wait, kiss him?
Salvation doesn’t give him time to recover before he strikes again. The leg that’s wrapped around Yoo Joonghyuk’s hip loosens, allowing his heel to drag the edge lightly down the back of Yoo Joonghyuk’s thigh until it finally behaves and removes itself. Salvation pats his face not too gently with a bright customer service grin before stepping back completely.
Yoo Joonghyuk is still frozen, the only thing he can even think to say is-
“You’re wearing shoes inside.”
“Wow, were you a detective before the scenarios started? I heard you were a pro gamer, but I’m starting to have my doubts! Besides, these are my house heels, it’s perfectly clean Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi.” Salvation’s words are once again delivered with false polite cheer, none of the seductive tone lingering.
Yoo Joonghyuk glances down at the heels in question. They’re quite frankly the tallest pair of stilettos he’s ever seen in real life. He didn’t realize how short Salvation was, as the shoes make up for their height difference and puts the other man at eye level with Yoo Joonghyuk.
He looks at Salvation incredulously before the other man laughs, and Yoo Joonghyuk is becoming more irritated with how charmed he’s becoming with him, “I’m kidding, I’m breaking them in before I have to wear them for an event.”
The overly cheery smile fades into something softer, more genuine. Salvation reaches out a hand for Yoo Joonghyuk to shake, “I don’t think I properly introduced myself, have I?”
“My name is Kim Dokja.”
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t hesitate to take the hand.
—
The mock politeness and mischievousness melts away as they try to discuss the details of the collaboration, moving to Kim Dokja’s dining table. They manage to get over certain conditions like Yoo Joonghyuk’s limits.
(“No, I won't wear a costume or lingerie.” The camstar pouts, and as cute as it is, Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t budge. “That’s a hard limit Kim Dokja.” “Can’t you take more time to consider? I’m older than you, you need to be more polite–” he continues to whine, but Yoo Joonghyuk easily tunes him out by focusing on his face instead of his stupidity.)
Besides the annoyance of the lingerie question, Yoo Joonghyuk has to try his best to wrangle his thoughts to not be either stupid or horny. It’s a doomed endeavor, but luckily his impassive face doesn't let it show.
“I’m still deciding if I really want you to be my first, Yoo Joonghyuk-ssi, you’re very attractive,” a light blush spreads across Kim Dokja’s cheeks as he speaks. He looks away in embarrassment long enough for Yoo Joonghyuk to wipe the slightly smug look off his face before he meets his eyes again.
“But I’ve never done this before so I’m a little apprehensive.”
Satisfaction fills Yoo Joonghyuk, relieved that he hasn’t completely ruined everything yet.
For the sake of the scenario of course, not cause he actually wants to bed the other man.
That’d be ridiculous.
“First? As in the first time filming with a partner?”
“No, well, yes– I mean, sex with another person.”
At Yoo Joonghyuk’s blank look Kim Dokja adds the very unnecessary statement for Yoo Joonghyuk’s disintegrating sexual identity.
“I’m a virgin.”
–
Kim Dokja stares at the awkwardly stoic man sitting at his table. It’s surreal to think that his favorite pro gamer from his teen days has survived as a regressor in the apocalypse.
Or maybe it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s turned out to be some kind of cheat-like protagonist with his good looks. Yoo Joonghyuk has always looked like the epitome of a Byronic hero even when his hair was ruffled by a headset and he wore a zip up hoodie that would’ve looked lame on anyone else.
His body has filled out even more since then, Kim Dokja’s appreciative eyes sweeping over what he can see. He’s so lucky he was able to get the regressor to take off his long coat under the guise of a welcoming host, allowing Kim Dokja to ogle at the other man’s body. The built chest is apparent through the tight turtleneck and the biceps that lightly flex everytime Yoo Joonghyuk brings his cup to his lips. He stares dreamily at Yoo Joonghyuk’s pecs again before he comes back up to his perfectly chiseled face.
But that perfect body didn’t come without a cost, he thinks as he looks at Yoo Joonghyuk’s heavy eyes and the scars on any exposed skin. He’s sure there’s matching scars that must’ve marred his mind from his other regression turns. He wonders how early Yoo Joonghyuk regained his memories of other lives, if it coincided with his sudden retirement from the pro gamer scene or if it happened during the first scenario.
Kim Dokja blinks away the heavy thoughts, lips lifting as he watches Yoo Joonghyuk watch him, as if mesmerized by the little fanning of his long eyelashes. What had Uriel commented before she got reported by some Yoo Joonghyuk stan? That Salvation would have to ‘weaponize his bussy???’ It’s almost ridiculous how easily he’s managed to capture the Supreme King’s attention without even taking off any of his clothes.
The man is still quiet from when Kim Dokja revealed his virginity, simply sipping at the tea Kim Dokja had offered him with a slightly red face, the tips of his fingers moving slowly over the grooves of his cup.
Kim Dokja knows why it matters to himself, that in the ‘look but can’t touch’ brand he has built around himself for his streams he was letting someone touch him for the first time in his life. He has to trust Yoo Joonghyuk to be able to let him into his bed for this performance.
But he has no idea why it matters to a literal Adonis like Yoo Joonghyuk. It didn’t make Kim Dokja’s ass any tighter with all the crazy sex toys he’s used in his shows if that’s what he was thinking about. If anything, his virginity was proof that he has shitty social skills and no patience to deal with people long enough to feel whatever pleasure they could bring him.
Or trust that they could please him more than his own hands and toys in the first place.
He’s not going to lie that his old fanboy crush on Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t a factor in his decision to give the man a chance though. Even besides his body, Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to gain a more adult allure as well as lose the stubborn baby fat that had clung to his cheeks in his teen days. He seemed to also lose the murderous aura Kim Dokja saw in the main scenario recordings. If it weren’t for his intimidating build he could almost be described as docile with the way he was sitting still.
Kim Dokja presses his lips in a thin line to suppress the stupid grin threatening to form on his face from the thought at how cute the regressor is. It brings his attention to how his lips aren’t as slippery with gloss like they should be.
“Excuse me,” he pulls out a tube and a compact mirror. The practiced motions of Kim Dokja unscrewing the tube and taking out the wand seem elegant and slower in Yoo Joonghyuk’s lust-addled mind. He looks at the pearly shimmery liquid, it’s nearly as pretty as the man applying it across his slack open lips. Kim Dokja's face is tilted down to the mirror, the angle causes his lashes to cast long shadows on his cheeks. He’s slightly turned away from Yoo Joonghyuk, but the regressor can still see into the inviting pink of his mouth. His grip tightens on his cup before he hurriedly loosens it, afraid he’ll break it.
Yoo Joonghyuk coughs a little to dispel the tightness in his throat. Kim Dokja’s eyes shoot up at the sound. The regressor looks bewitched, eyes slightly wide. Kim Dokja blinks, he hadn’t meant to be seductive at all. He smiles slowly, mouth still open as he swipes a manicured index finger across the corner of his lip to wipe away any excess gloss.
He hadn’t meant to be seductive, but that doesn’t make the lovely enraptured look on Yoo Joonghyuk’s face unwelcome. Kim Dokja had thought he would have to salvage the unsexy atmosphere somehow so the Constellations wouldn’t leave. How lucky that Yoo Joonghyuk was just so cute. Kim Dokja screws the lip gloss tube shut as he proposes something fun.
“You want to test our physical compatibility?”
“You don’t want to?” Kim Dokja counters, pouting. Yoo Joonghyuk knows it’s exaggerated, but he’s weak to the camboy’s expression. He’s curious about what other faces he could make. The table between them is small enough that it’s practically effortless for Kim Dokja to stretch and trail the toe of his pointed heel up Yoo Joonghyuk’s ankle, rucking up the hem of his pants.
Kim Dokja doesn’t look away as he teases the regressor, pout still perfectly in place as his eyes darken, lashes lowering.
“No?”
His voice lowers into that tempting siren lilt. The feigned sadness on his face easily melts into seduction, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he tries to suppress a grin. The way his glossy lips pucker slightly to shape the question is criminally sensual.
His lips look perfectly kissable.
Yoo Joonghyuk is still surprised at the request, eyes wide for a moment before his face reddens by the physical contact and Kim Dokja’s allure. He hums as if he’s come to a decision. Yoo Joonghyuk breaks away from that lingering touch, disconnecting the magnetic spell he was caught in. His face is mostly impassive still, but his heart pounds as he gets up from his chair to walk around the table to Kim Dokja’s side.
Yoo Joonghyuk leans down close, one hand bracing on the table as his other hand reaches up to cradle Kim Dokja’s surprised face. His fingers brush against Kim Dokja’s soft hair as he cups warming cheeks. The other man freezes in his seat as he watches the handsome face come closer, the brief moment romantic and sweet.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes are only slightly lidded, and it allows him to stop when Kim Dokja’s eyes suddenly go wide in panic. The regressor is already frozen in place even before Kim Dokja hurriedly brings his palm up to stop Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips before they touch his own. Yoo Joonghyuk was so close to his goal, and as he watches Kim Dokja’s eyelashes flutter rapidly with every blink he laments the fact he could’ve felt the lashes kiss his cheeks if he only succeeded in connecting their lips.
He stays patiently still as he waits for Kim Dokja to talk. The other man manages to string out a response after a few sputtered attempts.
“I-I’m not ready to kiss yet… What if you finger me instead?”
Fingering is less intimate than kissing?????
Yoo Joonghyuk has no idea what is the right way to answer that, simply nodding his head after his brain comprehends what the camboy said to him. Kim Dokja smiles awkwardly at the affirmative answer to cover up his embarrassment at blurting out like that.
Before Kim Dokja can pull his hand away from Yoo Joonghyuk’s face, Yoo Joonghyuk grabs it, keeping it where it is. He places a soft kiss on the sweaty palm, not looking away from Kim Dokja’s blushing face.
“Y-you…! You sneaky pervert!”
Yoo Joonghyuk rolls his eyes, he really doesn’t know what kind of response is appropriate to the man who suggested letting Yoo Joonghyuk finger him.
Did he seem like a bad kisser??? Or was Kim Dokja, the real person behind the seductive Salvation persona, really just as awkward as him?