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Kim Rok Soo blinked into consciousness.

The ceiling was unfamiliar. So were the sheets—silk, his couch is not expensive or luxurious as this last time he checked. The air is unlike those polluted air and the smell of nearby monsters' blood back in Korea.

Yep, definitely, he fucking transmigrated.

With a groan, he swung his legs off the bed and padded barefoot to the bathroom, scratching his nape.

He paused at the mirror.

“I’d fuck myself if I could, selfcest or nothing at all.”

Who said that?

Definitely not Kim Rok Soo.

“…Huh.”

A lean, sculpted torso stared back. A body he doesnt recognize but the features look familiar. Red hair tousled dark circles faint under sharp eyes—flush skin and scar free body.

He tilted his head.

Cale Henituse.

Kim Rok Soo becomes the drunkard but unexpectedly scrumptious Cale Henituse.

zZz

Kim Rok Soo finally met the protagonist.

Choi Han sat slumped near the castle gates, dirt caked up to his elbows, eyes dull with hunger and something darker. He looked like a kicked dog that bit back.

Cale stopped mid-step.

And stare.

“All ten fingers,”

Choi Han blinked up at him. “…What?”

Cale tilted his head, expression unreadable. “Nothing. Something’s just off.”

Choi Han squinted. “Off…?”

Cale hummed. “My clothes.”

The silence after that was deafening. A bird chirped. Somewhere, a rat scurried. And somewhere near, the pair of red and silver cats are looking at them weirdly.

Choi Han’s voice cracked slightly. “You’re… not naked.”

“I know.” Cale said, as if that wasn’t the problem.

Meanwhile, Cale was already mentally cataloguing, ‘He’s filthy, gaunt, probably traumatized, but those cheekbones could cut glass, biceps confirmed. Danger level: delicious.’

And just as quickly as he arrived, Cale moved on, brushing the whole interaction under the rug like it hadn’t just happened. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No?”

“Follow me. I’ll fill you up.”

I hope so, Cale thought, entirely without shame as he turned on his heel.

Behind him, Choi Han remained rooted to the spot, mouth slightly open, clearly lagging ten seconds behind reality before following him.

“I— thank you.”

“As you should.”

‘Oh, he definitely whines.’

zZz

The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of Cale’s room as Beacrox entered with a tray of breakfast grilled meat, roasted vegetables, and stuff.

Cale, still in his nightwear, glanced up from his bed.

Beacrox set the tray down.

Cale stared at him.

Hard.

“Raw. Next question.”

Eyes dragging from that angular jaw to the subtle flex of forearms under rolled up sleeves.

Beacrox blinked. “… You mean the meat?”

Cale didn’t even hesitate. “Your meat.”

A pause.

A silence heavy enough to break bones.

Beacrox’s brow furrowed just slightly, lips pressing into a line. “Eating raw meat is not exactly recommended, Young Master.”

Cale gave the faintest shrug. “Forget it. Do better next time.”

Serve yourself on the table and all I need is five minutes before going bon appétits or whatever it is, he thought, internally unbothered.

Beacrox stood rooted in place, uncertain if he’d just been propositioned, insulted, or if Cale is insane as always.

Meanwhile, Cale calmly sipped his tea, his gaze trailing lazily down Beacrox’s back as the man turned to leave.

‘Arms like that and he serves me breakfast? Those arms can do more.’

He picked up his fork.

“...I still expect steak for lunch.”

Chapter Text

The moonlight spilled faintly across the windows, Choi Han is there and Cale.

Cale jinx his plans that he been knocking on woods everywhere after that. Now he’s on his way to the capital wherein there will be bombs and stuff.

He invited Choi Han to talk or interview something like that, explaining… something. Something about his past, how grateful he was for the help, having a mental dislocation when Cale mentioned about protecting someone and saying that Choi Han can, the protagonist gain another enlightenment while Cale gains a better look on those biceps.

Blah blah blah… backstory stuff… trauma arc… whatever…

Outwardly, his expression was calm, attentive even. Inwardly, he was thinking details in a very researched and ethical way—how the shadows clung to Choi Han’s jawline, the slight glisten at his temples, the way his hair fell just a fraction into his eyes. Goddamn, if every Korean man looks like him, Kim Rok Soo might start contributing to the falling birth rate of Korea via mpreg or whatever.

“…and that’s why I—”

“Good,” Cale interrupted smoothly. “For the last one, what’s your name?”

Choi Han blinked. “You don’t know my name?”

Oh, I know, you are the one who was supposed to beat me up, but like they said, don't fight the hand that fingers you, or whatever that phrase is.

“Andres.” Cale frowned when he realized he just said that.

Choi Han frowned. “I guess you forget—”

“No. Go on.”

‘Andres because I want to see him unDRES,’ Cale mused without shame.

“…I’m Choi Han.”

Cale’s lips twitched faintly. “Cale Henituse.”

He’s got a moanable name too, Cale nodded, fighting the urge to say it out loud.

Choi Han continued speaking—about vengeance, about the debt, about something noble—while Cale’s brain helpfully replaced every other word with moanable, fuckable, ridable.

By the time the swordsman finished, Cale only nodded. “Right. Pack for the capital.”

And pack something sleeveless for a nice sightseeing.

zZz

The carriage rattled softly as Cale slouched against the side, one cat draped over each knee. They weren’t really cats—On and Hong, cat tribe siblings—but right now they were blissfully in feline form, purring. Domestic life, Cale decided, was tolerable and desirable.

If you ignored the looming terror attack in the capital.

And the invisible black dragon he’d rescued yesterday. The one that kept “thanking” them by dropping dead rabbits on the road like a tribute. Cale had them this morning.

A knock came at the carriage side.

Cale slid the door open.

Two people greet him.

On the other side—Taylor Stan, legs covered in a blanket atop on a wheelchair, and beside him, the priestess of death herself, Cage, with that smile like she already knew when you were going to die.

“Hello, pardon for the sudden,” Taylor began, polite and crisp. “We were wondering if—”

“I can take you both,”

‘Two bad bitch at the same damn time, deep, slow, eye contact.’

Taylor blinked. “…Pardon?”

“Take you both to the camp, I mean.”

“Really? You’re unexpectedly… generous,” Cage said, amused.

They started discussing about drinking, going to the capital together,the two of them gracious and relaxed. Cale, however, was entirely elsewhere.

‘Taylor can’t walk. Guess who’s also not walking tonight? Me. Who said anything about riding when you can ride a face? Safe word? Absolutely not. If we die, we die happy. And with one of them being a priestess of death, it’d be poetic.’

“goodbye, you two,” Cale said later, watching them roll away toward their tent.

Ron appeared like a shadow, pressing a warm cup of tea into his hand.

“Your opinion on them, young master?” Ron hummed, that deceptively polite smile curling his lips.

Cale took a sip, eyes still on the dark where the pair had disappeared. “They are fine.”

‘anyeongsaheyo fine shits whatever.’

zZz

“I wasn’t breastfed when I was a child.”

Rosalyn blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

“Your red hair reminded me of a rooster. And I couldn’t eat chicken breast when I was little.”

Someday, Cale would run out of these weird excuses, but for now, his mouth stayed hungry—for food, for words, maybe for something else entirely. He could probably tickle and suck on something round right now.

After arriving in the manor at the capital, Cale found himself with Choi Han, a berserk wolf, and a runaway princess.

The said runaway princess and him is currently having lunch because… well, dragons and mages and their ridiculous dynamics.

The black dragon was eating steak. Rosalyn was eating steak. And guess whose steak really wanted to get eaten.

Rosalyn and the dragon conversed, warming to each other quickly. Then she revealed her identity, and Cale, of course, was having an inside thought TED TALK about how Gender is NOT the same as sex. Gender is what you identify as, while sex means “hex me tonight.”

They kept talking. “You can do this and that by raising or rising your hand, blah blah blah—”

Cale just stared, thinking, Something is rising, and it’s definitely not my ego.

Not that Kim Rok Soo—or Cale Henituse—could even get bricked up. But damn if his brain didn’t try.

Chapter Text

The hall was warm, lit by chandeliers, and filled with polite conversation.

Cale is currently meeting with the representatives of the Northeast faction which include him. Seated around the low table were Eric Wheelsman, Amiru Ubarr, and Gilbert Lester—the Northeast faction. To everyone else, this was a diplomatic gathering. To a very particular Cale Henituse, this was a buffet.

Eric greeted him, “Young master Cale!”

Cale stared at the three of them.

And opened his mouth.

“What’s the sum of 2+2?”

'It's 4SUM, to the kitchen floor— hell even in the chandelier.'

Eric, the man who will probably do a good job kneeling and barking like a cute little pomeranian, tilted his head in confusion, “Four? What’s the sudden question?”

“It’s nothing, just making sure your brain’s still functioning.” Cale retorted and waved it off.

He can feel their wary gaze on him.

Eric coughed, as if starting it formally,, bowing politely, his curly gray hair practically begging to be touched. Hair so fluffy I want to grip it and shove his face straight into my pearly gates.

Amiru stood with a smile that was both dignified and dangerous, the kind that made lesser men confess their sins just for the chance to be scolded.

“Do you have pets?” Cale sighs inwardly when he realizes his mouth just does that.

Amiru seems to be taken back, but responds anyway. “Oh? What gives off? Yes, young master Cale, my family and I had been raising dogs to tighten up security, especially around the house.”

“Good investment”‘I can bark, ride, grind..’ went unsaid.

Gilbert offered a handshake, his eyes sharp but posture casual. Till my red blood cells become white cells,’

“Are you really coming to the gathering?” Eric asked, voice warm.

Cale nodded slowly. “Mm.” Outwardly serene, I’m coming. Preferably in your face or hands, whatever you want, my king.

yada yada yada blah blah.

After a lengthy conversation.

Gilbert tilted his head. “Young master Cale… you’ve changed.”

'I'm gonna jiggle, tickle, and lick your balls while I say this.’

Cale smiled faintly, leaning back. “So they say.”.

Amiru chuckled softly, hand brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

Degrade me, Cale thought instantly, still sipping his tea like it was just another Tuesday.

The conversation moved on to logistics, trade agreements, and travel plans, none of which Cale actually heard. Instead, he was watching the way Amiru’s lips curved when she spoke, the way Gilbert’s fingers tapped against the table, the way Eric’s jaw flexed when he laughed. His brain had its own running commentary.

Eric, you could ruin me in the courtyard and I’d tip you for the service— no give me the tip.

Gilbert makes me wet, poetry is good that it rhymes. I can feel he thrust on rhymes too.

Amiru, spoonfeed me please.

Every nod he gave during their discussion was automatic, powered by muscle memory.

At last, the meeting wrapped up. They rose, exchanging polite goodbyes.

“Until next time,” Amiru said warmly.

Cale inclined his head. ‘Until next time you stomp on my neck with those high heels, diva.’

Gilbert clapped him on the shoulder. “It’s good to see you again.”

‘It’ll be even better to see you shirtless, but sure, this works.’

Eric grinned. “Take care, Cale.”

You take me, literally preferably.

zZz

Cale had been minding his own business.
Which, in his definition, meant stabbing a fork into a perfectly respectable slice of roast pork, drowning it in gravy like it owed him money, and pretending the noise from the rest of the Northeast table didn’t exist. He was halfway through deciding whether to go for a third bread roll when the door opened.

Not to mention the black dragon is fuming while also beside him, slipping to him some foods.

Light didn’t just enter the room — it punched through it.

A sliver of blinding gold, so offensively dazzling, it sliced straight into Cale’s retinas. His jaw stopped mid-chew, bread halfway to his mouth.

"Where’s the flash warning?"

'I have epilepsy, and my legs are shaking and spreading.’

Standing there and walking was Prince Alberu Crossman.

I would give him the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, slimy, life changing, death dropping, heaven sent, flabbergasting, hypnotizing, heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, legs stretching out again and again, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing, waist slowly moving up and down, small heavy breath,

"I can't take it much longer" breaths getting quicker, twitching throbbing eyes shut lip biting, back arching, edging begging for relief, warm hot rush bubbling up spit upon spit tongue twisting ground tip-talking against month sideways spit from the end and lick from the bottom to the top then spit from the to and lick to the bottom deepthroating mascara dripping down my face, slower then faster faster than little faster then perfect pace twisting mouth around each side, hands in my hair brutally using my mouth, spiritually enlightening chakra balancing, mangekyo sharingan unlocking, golden light like a halo around the top, noise from the very edge of his throat for the final release head ever.

And THEN l'd let him pound me so hard into the bed and use my body as though it doesn't belong anymore that he literally throws me around and does as he pleases. I wouldn't argue, I wouldn't raise a word, no sir, not to daddy, absolutely not. He could ruin me, corrupt me, hit me, choke me, tie me up, bite me, I would absolutely encourage everything he does as long as I get that steak. This man could make me fuck myself on his fingers and I wouldn't argue even if I ended up passing out, he could bruise me up and laugh at me and I would take it just to listen to him praise me. I would take him for 50 rounds in 60 positions cause never back down never what???? NEVER GIVE UP. I’m getting out of here with bread or was BRED.

Golden hair, blue eyes that looked like they were forged and hailed in the museum, a tall frame that was one unfairly perfect balance of elegance and toned muscle. Holy shit. Cale felt his stomach drop in a way that had nothing to do with indigestion.

Cale was hungry.

‘My name was Kim ROCK Soo for a reason’

"Holy shit, tell my dentist it’s him,’ he thought. His gaze drifted down — not because he meant to, of course not — but because sometimes gravity wins. "The way the baby bump starts—" His brain skipped a track. "THE SPIDER WEB IN THE PEACH COBBLER—" What did that even mean? Didn’t matter.

“He’s not human, Human” the black dragon whispered inside his mind.

Cale’s brain, instead of panicking like a normal, law-abiding citizen, “Even better.”

“What?” the black dragon said back, as Cale just shook his head and sighs.

Cale is alright, just seeing a fine shit that might or might not be entirely human be that fucking handsome make Cale somehow— curious.

‘Won’t it be bigger if he’s like another specie—no, focus.’

Cale reigned on his thoughts and got momentary distraction when Cage and Taylor entered.

Then after more discussion, Venion, Neo, and Cage and Taylor dropping bars to each other as if having a rap album collab, Cale noticed important details on how like the prince purpose was to observe people— and Kim Rok Soo pouring his angry to the Gods above because it ain’t fair, being transported in a world where everyone got face card that never declines while he’s a total sucker of beauty is too much for his brain to proceed.

“Let’s go, young master Cale.”

Cale just responded with a nod.

The good thing is, his body can never get bricked up because he can’t physically feel romantic. Bad thing, his brain can get bricked up.

Now, Cale Henituse is on his way to meet the lighthouse of Alexandria

The lighthouse of Alexandria on Earth collapsed and was destroyed due to the earthquake.

Alberu Crossman, whom Cale dubbed as the lighthouse of Alexandria, will collapse because Cale would shove himself in his radiant lighthouse and grind until a magnitude 10 earthquake happens, definitely WRECK and destroyed for good.

Cale Henituse won’t have it in any other ways.

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‘I bet this man had cum inflation.’

That was Cale first thought when they got closer, he is just mindlessly staring and pretending everything is fine while Eric and the other Northeast nobles are engaging in a talk with Alberu.

Yada yada yada, until it's finally his turn.

Alberu’s hand extended, polished glove. Fingers long enough to wrap around an atlas and strangle a god— or preferably him.

‘If Michelangelo was alive, he'd probably bite his lips and curl his toes while rolling on his bed like a teenager.’

Cale just smiled, and accepted the handshake and began his shitshow.

‘Jesus Christ, his hand is swallowing mine. My bones are vibrating and twitching. If he squeezes harder I’ll lactate gold on my nippies. My palm is pregnant, twins. They’re due next week.’

The prince’s smile was small, perfectly measured. “Cale of the Henituse family, that is responsible for the edge of our Northeastern region…”

Cale’s head tilted slightly, the perfect noble’s gesture. His brain, however, was crawling across the floor. ‘I want to babytrap him so bad, it's not even funny anymore. He’s talking. He’s talking. Someone transcribed this, tattooed it across my ribs. He said my name. He SAID my name. Hell, the way he says my name makes it sound like a sin. I want him to say it again. Louder and faster.’

“…thanks to Count Deruth’s good work, we are no longer afraid of the Forest of Darkness. You don’t know how reassuring that is for me and everyone else.”

Cale smiled faintly. ‘Look at his lips forming words—they’re glossy. He could chew me up and spit me out like gum. His jawline is vibrating in 4k. My knees are creaming with words written FUCK ME’

Then Alberu leaned in slightly, eyes twinkling in that way only people in manwhas can do.

“I heard that Mister Cale is a very free spirit. I’m sure this is because the artistic souls of the sculptures in the Henituse territory have given you an epiphany? I feel like your free spirit makes your soul very pure.”

The man too good to be true, who’s probably not a human, continued like the living candle he is.

‘ I am dripping like candle wax.’

His turn. Cale gathered every ounce of his muscles and replied, the prince is hot as fuck but Cale had priorities, he can still goon even though he’s not sticking with the prince, but sticking his ass on that clothed section down there is a talk for another day.

“I realized that in addition to our current sun, his majesty, we also have you, the one who will shine over the night to watch over the citizens at night. It was a wonderful image for my eyes, Your Highness, you’re Fantastic, 𝗨nreal, 𝗖ontrol, 𝗞nowledgeable, 𝗠emorable, and 𝗘xcellent.”

Alberu’s eyebrow twitched, and Cale can feel his coochies twitching as well. (It did not, he can’t get bricked up, but he loves pretending he does.)

“… Is that so?” Alberu’s lips curled into neutrality again.

Cale pressed forward, eyes calm, heart doing a drum solo. “Indeed, your highness. I may not be able to sleep at night now that I have personally met you, the star in the mind of our citizens.”

‘Oh, definitely, I ain’t sleeping because I’m gonna touch myself and imagine it's yours, then I’ll definitely have the stars in my mind.’

“Mister Cale seems to be a bit like me.”

Cale smiled serenely.

“Your majesty, such statement is the biggest honor of my life.”

‘Two sides of a coin, yes, we’ll definitely banging in 69’

The prince looked uncomfortable as it switched to talking to the other Northeast nobles. Blah blah blah, Cale eyes roam and spot something.

‘On everyone’s soul, Throne sex or nothing at all.’

zZz

‘I know a service top when I see one.’

After all of that terror incident, puking blood due to his ancient powers, getting bedridden and then going to the sea or more specifically to big hot mommy Amiru territory to recuperate to get the wind ancient powers.

Lots of shit happens.

However, seeing Toonka is just the cherry on top.

Toonka was right there. Big, broad, sweaty, and grinning like an idiot who didn’t know fear. His shoulders looked like they could carry a house, His veins popped out like ropes. And those messy hair, Cale wanted to take a grip of it so badly and shove it somewhere, somewhere on his ass.

'I like them chunky.'

Cale jaw clenched in preparation.

‘He’d fold me. Carry me. Fuck, he’d say “yes sir” while breaking walls. He’d obey, he’d beg. Dumb dog, good dog, strong dog.’

“Because a person’s life is precious, right, young master Cale?” Amiru said, ignorant to everything.

Cale swore that those chest were looking at him.

“…Of course,” Cale finally croaked. But inside—
‘Bite. Mark. Collar. Put a leash on that idiot and watch him drool.’

Toonka squinted, and looked on his way, making eye contact, while chatting with some staff “No mountain can stop me!”

‘Mount me. Stop me. Pin me. Fuck. Fuck.’

Cale swallowed, his throat dry. Toonka shifted in his seat, muscles bunching, shirt straining. His forearm flexed as he raised the tankard again, he looked at Cale and probably thought that Cale was weak. Which, to be fair, he was.

‘Pick me up. Throw me. Break my back. Break me open.’

“...Young master Cale?” someone asked.

He barely heard them. He was locked in Toonka's hands now — huge, scarred, careless.

‘Hands. Around my throat. Around my waist. Fist in my hair.’

Cale covered his face with his sleeve like he was coughing. Really, he was hiding the twitch at the corner of his lips. 'Man’s pecs bounced more than my brain.’

“Blah blah blah” Amiru talked more, leading Cale into his bedroom while he could barely hear the black dragon whispering in his mind.

Because well,

‘He could pick me up with one arm. He could break my ribs and call it a hug. He could slam me into the floor and I’d just say “harder.” I’m sick. I’m so sick. But Toonka’s worse, I know he is. He’s too strong, too dumb, too hot—’

You know what, fuck this world and its people who were always ridiculously ridable.