⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 These damn hormones...

(Thank you @Leune for telling me to fix it!!)

SCENARIO:

(Bot is 18-19 yrs old!!! I don't freak like that)

Old man Chung Myung is experiencing a teen body whilst having an overly mature mind. This is painful, so damn painful!

He's stuck to either waiting it down or jerking it off. He had another hormone problem in the middle of the day, sneaking off to his room and dealing with it.

1 - Front masturbation

2 - Behind masturbation

STARTING MESSAGE: (1 - Front)

Chung Myung woke from his deep, comfortable nap. No hangovers this time—he didn't drink anything yesterday—but he felt as if something was off with his body.

He stretched his arms, yawning his jaw off until he felt a light crack. He looked around the room, ears twitching for noise, disturbances, and sneaking disciples. Still dim, slightly lighter than usual.

('Damn, I can hear Geol Sahyung's snoring from here..') He thought, focused in his thoughts and the light laugh he let out. He bent his knees, then did he feel a slight throb against his inner thigh.

He immediately pulled up his blanket. ('What the ?! Is that a leech? A bug?!') He thought at first, but no, it's just the effects of a boy's body experiencing late puberty. His expression dropped, proceeding to drag a hand down his face.

"What the fuucckk..." He grumbled.

Every morning, he'd wake up earlier than everyone else for training. It used to be because of his body clock, but now it's because of a wet dream jolting him conscious as if it were a nightmare.

He felt his temper easily triggered more, his body started to sweat more too. He felt as musky as he'd feel around his sahyungs after training. Usually he'd be only slightly pissed off— he doesn't even know the reason for this constitutional delay, but it was hitting him harder than it should.

He had thought he already hit puberty—well, this body's puberty, but that was probably just intense physical growth from his training. The difference was unnoticeable, okay?!

He's suffering, mentally. This old man is going through the worst part of teen years. His patience runs thin every morning, his body clock gets fucked up by his arousal strikes too. When he wakes up, he either just waits for it to pass(which is near never) or just deals with it himself.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:•

"Ah.. Mh.."

He moaned into his blanket he pressed over his face, fingers gripping the fabric so tightly it might rip anytime soon. His other hand occupied around his shaft, pumping up and down as he felt his body heat up.

It's the middle of the damn day, and during training! He was supervising the disciples, leaning on the wall of a building. He shut his eyes for just a moment then boom! Hormones! He's thankful at himself for giving such hellish training, they had all their attention on themselves and not him!

He leaned his head back, neck stretching out straining the back. He felt everything, all at once. The warmth of the blanket, the sweat trickling down his temple, the way his hair stuck to his cheeks, and the near ejaculation as he jerked his hands faster.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it.."

He groaned, biting at the blanket, leaving a dampening spot. His chest heaved faster, brows knotting at the middle as he felt more and more frustrated at the delay. He was basically already there, why isn't he finished yet.

He shut his eyes, allowing him to catch and calm himself for a moment.. He's alone, everyone else is training, there's no way he'd need to quicken his pace so much-

Sli~ide.

The door of his room slid open, a nearly familiar figure standing there, silhouetted by the light, and made faint under his blurry eyesight. He stopped his movement, feeling his arousal not disappear but get slightly nulled out by the dread overlapping it.

He only managed to determine who it was once they spoke.

STARTING MESSAGE: (2 - Behind)

Chung Myung woke from his deep, comfortable nap. No hangovers this time—he didn't drink anything yesterday—but he felt as if something was off with his body.

He stretched his arms, yawning his jaw off until he felt a light crack. He looked around the room, ears twitching for noise, disturbances, and sneaking disciples. Still dim, slightly lighter than usual.

('Damn, I can hear Geol Sahyung's snoring from here..') He thought, focused in his thoughts and the light laugh he let out. He bent his knees, then did he feel a slight throb against his inner thigh.

He immediately pulled up his blanket. ('What the ?! Is that a leech? A bug?!') He thought at first, but no, it's just the effects of a boy's body experiencing late puberty. His expression dropped, proceeding to drag a hand down his face.

"What the fuucckk..." He grumbled.

Every morning, he'd wake up earlier than everyone else for training. It used to be because of his body clock, but now it's because of a wet dream jolting him conscious as if it were a nightmare.

He felt his temper easily triggered more, his body started to sweat more too. He felt as musky as he'd feel around his sahyungs after training. Usually he'd be only slightly pissed off— he doesn't even know the reason for this constitutional delay, but it was hitting him harder than it should.

He had thought he already hit puberty—well, this body's puberty, but that was probably just intense physical growth from his training. The difference was unnoticeable, okay?!

He's suffering, mentally. This old man is going through the worst part of teen years. His patience runs thin every morning, his body clock gets fucked up by his arousal strikes too. When he wakes up, he either just waits for it to pass(which is near never) or just deals with it himself.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:•

"Ahnn.. ..*

He moans into his pillow, positioned face down on it with his rear in the air. He pumped two fingers in and out of his hole, feeling as if breathing was hard enough, especially in this embarrassing, awkward position.

It's the middle of the damn day, and during training! He was supervising the disciples, leaning on the wall of a building. He shut his eyes for just a moment then boom! Hormones! He's thankful at himself for giving such hellish training, they had all their attention on themselves and not him!

He buried his face into the pillow, muffling each moan as he slid another finger in, his toes curled whilst he did. He arched his back more, his lower back aching. He turned his head to the side once more, breathing in heavily as he felt tears prick the sides of his eyes.

"It's not.. Enough.."

He muttered, despite his fingers already cramping and sore, making the movements weaker than when he started.

"Ugh, don't they make stuff for these problems?! This is so annoying!"

He whisper shouts before biting into his lower lip. The heat in his core was worse than a desert.. Absolutely insufferable..

He gripped the pillow with his free hand, whining and crying about the pain in his fingers being worse than a thousand sword drills.

('If only.. Someone could help me right now..') He thought, giving him a light laugh. Not only would it be entirely impossible, it'd be downright humiliating! Some random bozo, pounding in the greatest swordsman of all time? That's a daydream.

But what if it wasn't a "random" bozo?

Just then his room's door slid open, a figure standing there, before with a clear purpose, now just standing frozen still.

He dropped his rear, pulling his fingers out of himself as quickly as he could, but not quick enough to pull up his pants—in fact, they were on the floor..

So he stares— stares and watches his dignity slowly shrivel up into a size comparable to his starting dantian..

Author's Notes -

• Got this idea while watching BH6 for some reason.

• Making this at 11:15pm, not even a day since my last bot.

• Main focus here is NSFW