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Kim Dokja was an incredibly lovely woman, Secretive Plotter realized as his fingers traced the delicate slopes of her face while she slept in her room in the Industrial Complex, he sat on the edge of the bed next to her sleeping form, ignoring the sparks of probability as he arrived without a Scenario Requirement. While she was no surreal beauty like Lee Seolhwa or even Yoo Sangah, she was a beauty that you had no idea you were drowning in until you spent hours and hours looking at such a lovely face.
He should know, he had spent hours watching this face through the stream.
He knew that Kim Dokja had that dokkaebi child of hers turn off the channel every night since there was nothing interesting about watching them sleep so he held little concern for the Constellations to see him looming over Kim Dokja (nonetheless he was still prepared, having removed his starry veil along with the white coat he wore; instead dressed in the black coat Yoo Joonghyuk always wore, unless someone were to stare at his face for too long and notice the scar running over his left eye, there was no way anyone would know that it wasn’t their Yoo Joonghyuk) and he worried little for the rest of the Company realizing that he was here since he had placed a sleeping status on them that would last quite a while.
And for Yoo Joonghyuk, he’d managed to get rid of him with a hidden scenario that would last the entire night and even if he managed to clear it faster, he’d only reap the rewards but the time limit would still remain.
His gaze swept over Kim Dokja’s curled up body —as though she were trying to make herself smaller, as though she was trying to stay safe—, noticing that she was wearing a large oversized shirt (that most likely belonged to the other Yoo Joonghyuk, possessive bastard as he was), strands of hair falling in front of her face, her eyelashes fanned over the soft mound of her cheeks. Secretive Plotter leaned in and placed a kiss on her lips, hand coming up to angle her face better for him to kiss and taste her.
Secretive Plotter remembered the first time that he saw Kim Dokja in the subway completing the first scenario; he wasn’t stunned by her beauty but he was more interested in the way her mind worked in order to complete the scenario, admiring the salarywoman for her cunning nature and by the way she had managed to get rid of Kim Namwoon. She looked incredibly delicate, although not as refined as Yoo Sangah who sat next to her on the subway, but she still made him think that someone as delicate as her wouldn’t survive long past the scenarios. However with every main and sub scenario that popped up, Kim Dokja proved that she was resilient.
He admired that but something deep within him twisted every time she and Yoo Joonghyuk reminded each other and others that they were companions in life and death. While Uriel and the other constellations celebrated the two of them shifting their companionship from only ‘i'll help you stay alive if you help me, you bastard’ to ‘devoted solely to each other romantically’, the event had made Secretive Plotter quite bitter because what had he done wrong in all of his regressions to not have someone like Kim Dokja at his side?
Such a lovely and precious existence and it was blessed upon such an unworthy regression of his. Secretive Plotter always knew that the universe hated him but this reaffirmed it.
His hands itched to mark and bruise Kim Dokja’s ivory colored skin; he ached to devour her completely until not a single piece of her was left; he yearned to fuck her silly on his cock while she begged him for mercy (making her understand that she was too precious to go around sacrificing herself for others, especially for those who weren’t deserving of her sacrifice; maybe a pair of silk bindings would drive the point into her head?); he wished he could hear her sweet voice begging him for mercy.
Secretive Plotter licked her lips before he parted away from her, angling her face to look out the window where the shining light of the moon was; as he leaned down to suckle at her breasts through the fabric of the shirt, his hands trailing down her body before he slipped them under the oversized shirt to cup her ass —while Kim Dokja wasn’t well-endowed in her chest, her ass was quite lovely—, fondling at the perfect mound before his hands started tugging her panties off (his cock hardening in his pants at the wine red color of the lace panties she wore; was she waiting to surprise Yoo Joonghyuk?) . He slipped them off her legs, dropping them to the floor — I will not debase myself to stealing a woman’s panties, no matter how much I want to grab them, I am King of the Outer Gods , Secretive Plotter chided himself, holding back from keeping the panties for himself—, hands rubbing at the inside of her thighs.
Secretive Plotter parted her legs a little bit to expose her cunt, fingers spreading her folds to expose how wet she was, as though Kim Dokja was currently having a good dream. Was she dreaming of the false third round Yoo Joonghyuk fucking her stupid into the bed? Was she dreaming of the taste of his cock on her tongue as he used her throat as a fleshlight? Or was Kim Dokja dreaming of Yoo Joonghyuk taking her gently like a husband would take his wife on their wedding night? There was no way of knowing what sweet dreams Kim Dokja was having,
Knowing the predatory nature of the false third round Yoo Joonghyuk (after all, they were one and the same, if he had a Kim Dokja at his side, he’d barely spend time out of her cunt), he pushed two fingers inside her cunt as his thumb pressed down on her clit, delighting in the way her warm wet walls tightened around his fingers and the soft jerk her hips made at the pressure against her clit.
"Ah—" Kim Dokja mumbled in her sleep as she settled down at the feeling of the fingers playing around with her cunt, stretching her open and pushing as deep as he could inside of her.
After hoisting her legs to dangle off his shoulders, Secretive Plotter found himself leaning his face down to blow gently at her clit, her walls twitching around him, before he nipped gently at the slightly swollen clit, lapping it with a kiss. Secretive Plotter delighted in the soft whimpers that were slipping from Kim Dokja’s throat as he teased her clit while he fingered her.
Secretive Plotter wondered if she were awake, would she beg him to stop? Would she sway her hips like a succubus hoping to entice him, to make him want to force her to take it like she was made to? Would she bite her lip bloody and swollen because she didn’t want to be too loud? Or would she mewl sweetly for him, begging him for more and more and more?
Sadly, she wasn’t awake and he wouldn’t know.
Kim Dokja whimpered softly into the pillow the more his tongue fucked inside of her, his fingers stretching her and making her hips twitch as he fucked her. Her taste made him delirious, wanting to taste all of her with fervor; although he couldn’t die, he wouldn’t mind being suffocated between her thighs. An almost inaudible whine slipped from Kim Dokja’s throat as she came, walls tightening around his fingers while his mouth caught all of the sweet slick that her cunt gave him.
Well, he was going to have some fun, wasn’t he?
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“Joonghyuk-ah, you’re back?” Kim Dokja asked, tone filled with sleep as she tried to lift her head from where it lay on the pillow, to look back at him; her back was to him after he turned her around as he fucked her thighs. Secretive Plotter found himself leaning forward, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck as his hand traced soothing patterns on her naked hip, stopping her from turning back (Kim Dokja would most certainly be able to tell the difference between the two with just one look and it still wasn’t time for him to steal her away from this unworthy version of himself) to look at him, instead he hummed as he pressed open mouth kisses to her nape.
His heart swelling at the idea of coming back to Kim Dokja, to have her lovely voice only for him, to have her sleeping placidly in his bed while waiting for him to come back to her.
(Of course she'd be dressed in silk or lace gowns that suited the bride of the King of the Outer Gods, her ivory skin adorned by the most precious jewels to be found in the Star Stream along with his own marks embedded into her skin)
“I’m back.” He whispered softly in her ear, humming in delight when Kim Dokja’s body slumped back in relaxation.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Kim Dokja slurred sleepily, humming as she noticed that her panties had been slipped off her legs, and slick trailed down her thighs, while the oversized shirt she had been wearing was bunched up at her tiny waist, before she giggled sleepily. “Don’t tell me you wanted to be a perv; imagine the Supreme King taking advantage of someone in their sleep.”
Secretive Plotter smirked before he pressed a kiss to her temple, grinding his hips against her exposed wet cunt, allowing her to realize how much he wanted her, delighting in her breathy shudder. “Am I allowed to molest you? You can sleep, I just really need you right now.”
He did want and desire Kim Dokja, he needed Kim Dokja, a star so beautiful and unattainable it was unfair that a lesser version of himself was allowed to have her.
Kim Dokja laid there in silence, the only sound in the quiet room was of their breathing; Secretive Plotter was certain that she was blushing like a maid who had been confessed to by her lover, biting her lip swollen as she ruminated her answer —the way she always did whenever Yoo Joonghyuk said something moderately romantic to her, no matter how brusque he was, or how he whispered his intentions to fuck her once they were completely alone, much to the Constellations' annoyance since apparently most of them were perverts who wanted to see the two strongest Incarnations fucking while Secretive Plotter couldn’t blame them, it would be a wonderful sight to see the cocky and sly Kim Dokja moaning her heart out for Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, being made to submit—. The answer soon came with a delicate huff as she placed her head back on the pillow, face looking to the window before her eyes slipped closed, a shy smile painted her lips but the tone of her voice was filled with cockiness. “If you’re so confident that you won’t wake me up then go on. If you wake me up then no bugging me for a week.”
Secretive Plotter snorted before he pressed another kiss to her cheek, pulling away when she tried to chase with her own lips. “Alright then.”
He found himself rubbing gently at her back, threading his fingers through the shoulder length tresses of her hair, humming as she was lulled back to sleep right in front of his eyes.
So trusting towards Yoo Joonghyuk; would she ever be as trusting with him as she is with the false third round Yoo Joonghyuk?
Secretive Plotter pressed kisses along the small frame of her shoulders as he pushed four fingers inside her cunt which was so wet and tight for him, his thumb pressing her clit which made her tighten even more around his fingers; Kim Dokja had already came on his tongue and fingers, she was more than ready to take his cock.
Secretive Plotter unbuckled his pants and pulled out his rock hard cock, rubbing it absently while coating the tip with the slick that was absolutely dripping from her folds as he raised her hips a little bit more before he started pushing his cock inside of her.
She was tighter than he expected, so tight he couldn’t think due to the mind numbing pleasure such a tight warm cunt gave him. Secretive Plotter couldn’t hold back the groan that slipped through his throat as he was fully inside of Kim Dokja, relishing in the soft whimpers that Kim Dokja made in her sleep as she tried to understand that she was being speared open by his cock.
Secretive Plotter didn’t remember the last time he had indulged in such pleasure; since becoming an Outer God, such things were beneath him, such human things as carnal pleasure and hunger weren’t things that he felt anymore. Until Kim Dokja appeared, of course.
Whenever he saw Kim Dokja on screen, he had wondered if he would be satiated by her. As he was currently finding out, he would never be fully satiated.
Secretive Plotter would have to possess her, to keep her for himself, for him to truly be satisfied.
So what if the other Yoo Joonghyuk touches her? Secretive Plotter will let him have his fun with Kim Dokja for now, it won’t matter since she’ll be his.
Secretive Plotter’s thrusting was gentle despite how much he wanted to fuck her harshly and roughly; Kim Dokja’s cunt was perfect so he couldn’t hold himself back from rasping into her neck as he held her tightly, hand slipping under her shirt to fondle her breasts, hips fucking rhythmically inside of her. “How are you so fucking tight? You’re so warm and pretty around me.”
Kim Dokja’s only answer was soft whimpers and breathless sighs.
Secretive Plotter groaned softly as he came inside Kim Dokja’s warm and tight cunt, his hips still twitching as he tried his best to cum as deep inside her as he could; Kim Dokja hadn't woken up, instead she slept placidly as her hips twitched from the overstimulation to her cunt, soft breaths of pleasure slipped from her lips but she hadn’t awoken. He pulled out slowly, feeling his cock twitch in interest at the sight of his cum coating Kim Dokja’s folds, trickling down her thighs.
He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her temple as he whispered gentle praises to her. "You're such a good girl. So good for me."
As much as he’d love to leave Kim Dokja filled with his cum for the unworthy version of him to find; he’d rather avoid starting a lover’s quarrel and watching Kim Dokja be sad (and become more reckless) through the channel’s feed, so he started cleaning her up, fingering out his spend from inside of her, whispering gentle praises into the soft unmarred ivory skin of her shoulders, the bruises he left on her thighs would clear up before the sun rose considering her status as a Constellation.
“Joonghyuk-ah….” Kim Dokja mumbled sleepily as Secretive Plotter moved her to lie on her back, hovering over her small slender frame, taking in Kim Dokja’s beauty once more; his eyes gazed appreciatively at the soft pink blush that dusted over her cheeks and from what he could see of the top of her cleavage, the small teardrops that clung from her eyelashes resembling the morning dew.
He held back the urge to steal her away despite knowing that he could do so and no one in the complex would be none the wiser to what happened to Kim Dokja; he held back, not because he was afraid of that unworthy regression of his but because it still wasn’t time, once he had Kim Dokja he’d never let her go so he might as well let her enjoy her last moments of freedom unknowingly.
There was no pleasure in stealing away a prey like this.
Secretive Plotter had learned in his long life that there was nothing more exhilarating than the hunt of a selected and desired prey, and there would be nothing better than to steal his coveted prey from another who thought that it was already his.
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“Ah—” Kim Dokja moaned softly, still groggy with sleep as she felt Yoo Joonghyuk thrust inside her, his movements were gentle as he took advantage of how pliant her body was since she was still sleepy. This has to be the most insatiable man to ever live. Lee Seolhwa, I’m sorry you had to deal with this.
“You’re up?” Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down to press a kiss on her lips but was stopped by Kim Dokja’s hand covering her lips.
“I just woke up…. I would rather not lose the mysticism.” Kim Dokja muttered, Yoo Joonghyuk snorted before moving to press kisses on the rest of her face before grabbing her hand and pressing a kiss on the back of her hand.
Kim Dokja felt her face redden at Yoo Joonghyuk’s action, she bit her lip as she felt him thrust deeper inside her but was still gentle with her. She moaned softly everytime he pressed against her sweet spot, one of his hands was playing with her breasts while the other gripped her hip, her hands coming up to pull him down so she could embrace him, his arms immediately wrapped around her, pressing her tight against him as though he wanted to make sure that no one could see them.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah fuck — wait, shit , Joonghyuk-ah—!” Kim Dokja mewled as she came, thighs tightening their grip around Yoo Joonghyuk’s waist while his hips stilled as he came inside of her, breathing harshly into her ear before he kissed her temple.
"Good girl." Kim Dokja couldn’t help herself from tightening around him ( don’t judge her, if a handsome Adonis like Yoo Joonghyuk calling you a good girl would also make you feel horny! ) which made Yoo Joonghyuk chuckle before they finished basking in the euphoria of their orgasms.
(—Hey, Yoo Joonghyuk, did you steal my panties?—
Yoo Joonghyuk turned his gaze to look at Kim Dokja who was calmly eating breakfast with the kids, making sure to be a buffer between the two of them while Biyoo laid curled up in her lap, one of Kim Dokja’s hands absently petting the small cloud of white fluff as she shoveled food into her mouth while chiding the kids.
He also felt the burn of saidforth item in his jacket; it wasn’t his fault. It was Kim Dokja’s fault because she had left it right there on the floor for him to grab, sleeping almost completely naked if it wasn’t for the shirt (that she had stolen from him) that she was wearing; also it was lace and red, what did she want him to do at the sight of it? Leave it be? As if.
—And if I did?—
—Oh my God, Yoo Joonghyuk, the Supreme King, is a panty thief!—
—Remind me why I like you?—
Kim Dokja proceeded to choke on the second cup of coffee she’d been drinking, alarming the kids and Jung Heewon who immediately started patting her back into submission.
—Don’t say shit like that all of a sudden!—
—Eat slowly or you’ll choke.—
—Is that a promise?—
Yoo Joonghyuk turned to look at Kim Dokja’s flirty look as she kept coughing, the pats on her back given to her by the children seemed to be doing their job while Biyoo ‘baat’ed in concern for her mother.
—Kim Dokja, do you want me to put you in your place?—
—You know i’d love that.—)
Kim Dokja bit her lower lip at the ache in her cunt, if she'd known that she'd be aching for so long the next day then she would've refused Yoo Joonghyuk last night but he was so sweet (which was pretty new coming from Yoo Joonghyuk), she couldn't refuse him, damn her love for the protagonist !
[The Constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is concerned for your health]
[1500 coins have been sponsored!]
Kim Dokja looked up at the sky with a frown before she smiled softly, making her way to where Yoo Joonghyuk was waiting for her as he polished his sword before they went to complete a scenario.
[The Constellation 'Demon King of Salvation' thanks the Constellation 'Secretive Plotter' for his concern.]