FH 3.1
That morning, Won-hyeop and Ji-su returned to Seoul early.
Having attended his father’s funeral, Won-hyeop spent the afternoon receiving mourners. Chairman Kang also came to pay his respects, but Won-hyeop did not ask for another bottle of pintellitin. On the way home after the funeral procession the following day, he sighed, already annoyed by the thought of his father’s 49th-day memorial service. He figured it would be best to prepare some excuses in advance so he could skip it.
The ill fate with the Cho family held Won-hyeop back one last time about a week later.
Won-hyeop started work at his usual time and, after returning from lunch, attended a meeting late in the afternoon. It wasn’t anything grand; it was simply a discussion with executives who had visited his office to report on their work.
“We’ve decided to put that matter on hold for now. And regarding the follow-up contract signing for B&N that you mentioned last time…”
Won-hyeop leaned back precariously in his chair, clicking his ballpoint pen. His posture was such that it made one wonder if this was a private investigator’s office or the office of a mid-sized company’s chairman.
It was toward the end of the meeting that a message arrived from his eldest Hyung. It was a message saying he had something to discuss and asking Won-hyeop to stop by after work. Feeling bothered, Won-hyeop didn’t reply and instead called him as soon as the meeting ended.
“Yes, Hyung. What is this about?”
While his secretary tidied up the spot where he had been sitting, Won-hyeop returned to his computer. He checked the notifications of the messenger app on his desktop. He had expected a message from Ji-su asking if he had eaten lunch, but there was none.
[I’m contacting you because I have something to say regarding the inheritance issue.]
The secretary soon brought him a cup of coffee. Won-hyeop [stolen content]took a sip and continued [stolen content]the call while working on the computer.
“Just tell me over the phone now.”
Won-hyeop wedged the phone between his head and shoulder and tapped away at the keyboard. He had another meeting in 30 minutes. Just as he was about to urge him to speak again, a response came.
Listening with a few “Yes, yes,” he suddenly arched an eyebrow.
“And what do the other Hyungs say?”
After answering “Yes” several more times in a row, Won-hyeop suddenly let out a weak chuckle.
“You must know that I meet the qualifications for an heir. Legally, my father and mother were a married couple, and on the family relationship certificate…”
Won-hyeop stopped mid-sentence and fell silent. He listened carefully to the words coming through the phone.
His lips twitched a few times before he added a sarcastic “Ah, yes” as a filler. After a few minutes, he ended the call, saying:
“I understand. I’ll call you back.”
He immediately called for Jang-ho. As Jang-ho entered the office, Won-hyeop spoke as if he were planning some amusing scheme.
“Find me a lawyer who specializes in inheritance lawsuits. I need to prepare for a suit.”
Jang-ho didn’t pry into the details. He had overheard Won-hyeop speaking politely on the phone and guessed who the caller was, and he also knew that Won-hyeop’s father had passed away a week ago. Unless he was a fool, he could see how the situation was unfolding.
“Understood.”
Once Jang-ho left, Won-hyeop checked the CCTV app on his phone. He looked around the house, but Ji-su was nowhere to be seen. He kept searching, considering the possibility that he was in a blind spot, but Ji-su’s image did not appear on the screen.
Without hesitation, he turned on the location tracking app. He narrowed his eyes when Ji-su’s location was marked as being at home. Instead of checking the live CCTV again, he rewound the recorded footage.
About an hour and a half ago, Ji-su had left the house carrying a bag. Rewinding further, he caught a glimpse of Ji-su fiddling with his phone in the bedroom before slipping it under the pillow.
Won-hyeop almost called Jang-ho immediately to have him contact the Housekeeper, but he composed himself. After taking a deep breath with wide eyes, he sank into thought.
“Whew…”
Before getting excited, he wanted to put faith in his trust for Ji-su. Surely he hadn’t left his phone behind to go out just to toy with him meticulously. Since Ji-su had no family or friends, it seemed unlikely he had gone to meet anyone.
Recently, Ji-su had started losing weight again. Because he saw him every day, it was hard to notice just by looking at his face. The change became apparent only when he took off his clothes. The outline of his ribs was clearer than last week, and his buttocks were less plump. Since returning from the Pension, he had become significantly more taciturn. It seemed he was deeply hurt because of the pintellitin. Even though Won-hyeop was the one who had held the funeral, Ji-su acted as if he had been the one to go through it.
He remembered how Ji-su had cried at the Pension as if his heart were breaking. That was why he hadn’t pressed him about losing weight lately. While it was pleasant to see him with a gloomy and depressed face, he wished Ji-su would smile when seeing him off to work or greeting him upon his return. It wasn’t bad when Ji-su asked how his day at the company had been or pulled his hand to watch TV together.
Thinking that he had fed him pintellitin for nothing, he cursed the innocent Chairman Kang.
“That fucking bastard. He should have stopped bragging about his son-in-law.”
However, the fact that Ji-su was being deceptive was still deceptive, and he found himself gritting his teeth. He was curious about the intention behind leaving the phone at home. He felt he should ask him directly after work. If he lied, instead of slapping him across the face, he would ask him again, step by step.
And if he still lied? He would give him one last chance.
There was no way Ji-su would be cruel enough to lie three times. He would probably tremble like a frightened rabbit and beg for forgiveness.
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Ji-su paced around, fiddling with the strap of his bag. His legs ached from walking a long distance for over an hour. There were about 15 minutes left until his appointment. While he lingered here, he saw at least eight people enter the hospital.
Though it was late afternoon, he was on an empty stomach, having skipped breakfast and lunch. For dinner last night, he had eaten five spoonfuls of brown rice, half a piece of braised mackerel, and three pieces of tofu from the soybean paste stew. For several days now, he had been eating dinner after the Housekeeper had finished work and left. The Housekeeper did not find it suspicious that he had pushed his dinner time back significantly.
In the meantime, he had lost 2kg. As he reduced his calorie intake with a feeling of punishing himself, his old habits resurfaced in an instant. Every day was an ordeal because he had to devote all his mental energy to food. He planned to lie to the Housekeeper when he returned home, saying he had eaten lunch out.
Tears welled up, and he wiped his eyes with his forearm before entering the hospital building. Hesitantly, he took the elevator up to the 4th floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, the hospital lobby appeared.
The lobby, crowded with people, was as noisy as a market rather than a hospital. Since there were no seats, everyone waited for their turn standing. Most were women, with a few men scattered among them. Feeling ashamed to show his face, he took a mask out of his bag, put it on, and cautiously approached the counter.
The busy counter staff glanced at his face and asked,
“Is this your first time here?”
“Yes…”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes. Yeom Ji-su…”
The staff member tapped the keyboard quickly and handed him a medical questionnaire and a ballpoint pen.
“Please fill this out and bring it back.”
Ji-su took the questionnaire and pen and headed to a corner of the waiting room. As he filled it out while standing, the strength left his hands, and his handwriting became crooked. His stomach growled incessantly.
Conflicting thoughts tangled anxiously in his mind. He shouldn’t have made the appointment in the first place. He was doing something he shouldn’t. Should he just leave the hospital now?
His eyes grew red, and he quickly wiped them with his hand. He had made the appointment a week ago. He had plenty of chances to change his mind. He was already struggling to suppress his appetite. One day, he would reach his limit. That fear was what brought him here. The regret he felt in this moment was not true regret.
There was a blank space on the questionnaire to record the target weight. Cold sweat poured down, and he wiped his temples with his sleeve before writing that he hoped for the mid-40kg range.
When he brought the completed form to the counter, the staff member told him to wait for a moment. He returned to the corner of the waiting room and waited with his head bowed low. He remembered the text message for his psychiatry [Read on Read BL Novels]appointment he had received this morning. He had already missed three counseling sessions. It was as good as quitting.
“Mr. Yeom Ji-su.”
At the sound of his name being called from the counter, he headed toward the consultation room.
The doctor sitting behind the desk greeted him with a busy expression.
“Welcome. Please, have a seat.”
“Hello…”
Ji-su hesitantly sat in the chair.
The doctor tapped the keyboard in silence before suddenly asking,
“I saw the questionnaire you filled out. You’ve taken pintellitin before?”
Ji-su answered while keeping his gaze fixed on the table.
“…Yes.”
“How long did you take it?”
“…I took it for a bit less than a month.”
“I assume you didn’t see much of an effect?”
“…Yes.”
The doctor scanned Ji-su’s body over the rims of his glasses. His gaze lingered long on Ji-su’s spindly wrists.
“You are quite thin, so it will be difficult to see an effect this time as well.”
Ji-su answered “Yes” in a voice as small as a mosquito’s.
“Besides the appetite suppressant, I’ll be prescribing a mix of gastrointestinal medicine, diuretics, and fat absorption inhibitors, so the daily dosage is high. Please be mindful.”
The doctor added a few brief explanations. The consultation ended in less than three minutes.
“I’ve prescribed a one-month supply. Goodbye.”
Ji-su left the consultation room without being able to ask anything. As he waited in the waiting room, his name was called from the counter. After paying the medical fee with his own card, he took the prescription and went down to the pharmacy on the first floor.
He paid for the medicine with his own card as well, and upon leaving the pharmacy, he looked inside the medicine envelope. The colorful pills were each different [unauthorized copy]in [visit our site]size and shape. With a 30-day supply, the envelope was thick, as if it were about to burst.
‘Right, let’s just take it for one month.’ Vowing to himself, he went to a convenience store, bought a bottle of mineral water, and came out. Standing in front of the convenience store, he took the pills for lunch. Since there were 11 pills in total, he took them in three separate turns. Tears pricked his eyes, but he couldn’t afford to delay. He put the medicine in his bag and hurried toward the subway station.
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The phone rang. Checking it from the corner of his eye, Jang-ho looked at Won-hyeop’s office right in front of him. Won-hyeop was away from his desk. It was already time to leave work.
The caller was Gyeong-jin. As the vibration continued, he answered the phone.
“Hello.”
[Yeah, Oppa. Can you talk?]
“Speak. Why?”
It had been a while since they last spoke. Gyeong-jin first asked how he was doing before getting to the point.
[Have you seen patient Yeom Ji-su recently?]
It had been a very long time since Gyeong-jin had mentioned Ji-su.
[Two days ago was patient Yeom Ji-su’s psychiatry counseling day. I went to see him, [Read on Read BL Novels]but the professor told me that patient Yeom Ji-su didn’t come.]
“And?”
[I heard he missed the previous session too, so I wondered if he had quit.]
‘Since there are only two sessions left, it’ll be over soon anyway.’ Adding that last part, Gyeong-jin seemed curious about Ji-su’s situation. It was a fairly persistent interest, even though he wasn’t the one in charge of the patient.
[Do you know anything?]
“I don’t. I haven’t seen him recently.”
It was Jang-ho who had rewound the CCTV two days ago under Won-hyeop’s orders. Won-hyeop, curious if Ji-su was staying quietly at home, had ordered real-time surveillance. At the time of checking, Ji-su had been lying in the bedroom in his pajamas.
“He’s probably doing fine. Don’t worry about it.”
He saw Won-hyeop at the end of the hallway. Gyeong-jin didn’t ask anything else and hung up, saying she understood. Standing up, Jang-ho followed Won-hyeop into the office.
“I’m planning to set a date for a consultation with a lawyer specializing in inheritance lawsuits. When would you like it to be?”
Won-hyeop answered while putting his laptop in his bag.
“Set it for this week. As soon as possible.”
“Yes.”
“What’s the lawyer’s name?”
Jang-ho provided the name and credentials of the lawyer he had looked up, while observing Won-hyeop’s expression. Inheritance lawsuits between siblings were common. However, just because it was common didn’t mean it was simple from the perspective of someone not involved. It had only been a week since Won-hyeop’s father passed away. Won-hyeop had to proceed with the lawsuit alone against his three step-brothers. Moreover, the three brothers, who were united as one pack, were legal professionals. How well they must know the law, and how many acquaintances they must have to support them.
Though he knew Won-hyeop was not an ordinary person, Jang-ho believed he couldn’t be entirely devoid of human emotion. He would surely feel a sense of betrayal and skepticism. Soon, it would be reported in the news, and the name of Myeongshin Group would be mentioned. This was also a matter of Won-hyeop’s prestige.
“And oh. Starting tomorrow, check the CCTV footage in real-time and report to me immediately if Ji-su goes out.”
“Understood.”
Carrying his laptop bag, Won-hyeop left the office. Jang-ho bowed his head behind him.
“Good night, Chairman.”
Won-hyeop walked quickly down the hallway. Looking at his phone, he took the elevator down to the basement. Even after getting into Jong-bae’s waiting car, he didn’t take his eyes off the phone.
In the CCTV footage, Ji-su was eating in the kitchen. Since the Housekeeper had left work, only Ji-su and Cookie were in the house.
Having finished his meal quickly, Ji-su immediately did the dishes.
“What, finished already?”
After finishing the dishes, Ji-su brushed his teeth, went into the room to rest, and then, like a ghost, came back out a short while later to set the table in the kitchen. Arriving just in time in front of the house, Won-hyeop closed the app. Ignoring Jong-bae’s greeting to go inside, he opened the gate and walked up the stone steps. When he flung open the front door, Ji-su came out to greet him with Cookie. It was the most pleasant moment of the day.
“…Welcome home.”
Just as he had been in the morning, Ji-su had a gloomy expression. Won-hyeop looked closely at Ji-su’s face while taking off his shoes. He wondered if Ji-su would bring up the unauthorized outing before he acknowledged it.
“Yeah.”
He pulled Ji-su’s arm roughly and kissed him, and Ji-su was pulled into his embrace. He intentionally left more saliva on Ji-su’s lips than usual before heading to the living room. With lifeless movements, Ji-su set the cutlery on the table and went into the room. Won-hyeop, who was about to say something, just glared at his back.
After washing his hands in the bathroom, he intentionally passed by Ji-su’s room, where Ji-su was sitting on the floor clipping Cookie’s nails.
‘I wish he’d clip my nails like that,’ he muttered to himself. He was about to call him “Hey,” but changed his words.
“Ppoyani.”
It had been a while since he called him that. He called him to give him a chance to speak about the unauthorized outing, but Ji-su only looked at him.
“What did you do today?”
It was a question meant to say, ‘If there’s anything you’re guilty of doing today, confess it.’ However, Ji-su answered briefly.
“…Nothing much.”
Feeling offended, Won-hyeop wrinkled his nose. Having finished clipping Cookie’s nails, Ji-su brought the leash and muzzle.
“…I’ll be back from an evening walk.”
Won-hyeop watched Ji-su’s pants pocket. Did he take his phone? Watching his back as he headed for the entrance, Won-hyeop launched the location tracking app on his own phone.
Leaving through the entrance, Ji-su put on his sneakers and went out with Cookie. He walked unsteadily, lacking strength in his body.
“…How many laps should we do today?”
As he spoke to Cookie, tears welled up. Sobbing, he walked around the residential complex as usual. Noticing his condition, Cookie couldn’t enjoy the walk and kept glancing at him with round eyes.
Since taking the medicine during the day, there hadn’t been any significant symptoms yet. Other than feeling lethargic and having a dry mouth. He planned to fast tomorrow. To skip lunch, he needed a suitable excuse to deceive the Housekeeper.
Something disconcerting happened on the way back home after the walk. Upon arriving in front of the house, he couldn’t remember the password for the front door lock. It was the same as the password for the villa he lived in before, so it should have been familiar, but he didn’t know why he suddenly couldn’t remember it. With no other choice, he called Won-hyeop.
“Um… I’m in front of the house, but I forgot the front door lock password.”
Won-hyeop was in the middle of a meal. He asked in bewilderment why he would forget that and then gave him the number.
“Yes… 02, 241…”
As he pressed the nine digits Won-hyeop called out, the door opened.
“It opened. I’ll hang up now.”
As he hung up and entered the house, he thought the door lock number sounded somehow like a phone number.
Going into the living room, Won-hyeop, sitting at the kitchen table, asked,
“Do you have dementia?”
Ji-su lowered his eyes and shook his head.
“Then why did you forget?”
“…”
Won-hyeop scanned Ji-su’s body up and down. He had been checking the location Read on Read BL Novelstracking app in real-time while eating. Ji-su had shown no stolen contentsuspicious movements and had only circled around the residential complex.
He wanted to ask out of curiosity about his weight, but he changed his words while pointing to the refrigerator.
“Eat some fruit.”
“…I’m okay.”
Cookie drank some water in the living room and scratched his body with his hind legs. Watching him scratch his head after his body, Won-hyeop tried to recall when he had last given the dog a bath.
“If you have nothing better to do, go bathe Cookie.”
“Yes,” Ji-su answered obediently and headed to the bathroom with Cookie.
After finishing his meal, Won-hyeop used his phone to review the CCTV recordings from earlier today. When he had checked briefly around five in the afternoon, he saw that Ji-su had returned home around four. He was wearing the same clothes he had on when he left.
Watching the footage more carefully, he saw that as soon as Ji-su entered the house, he encountered the housekeeper in the hallway and shared a conversation. Then, he went into his room, set down his bag, and retrieved a phone he had hidden under his pillow. Afterward, he went out to the garden to water the flowerbeds.
Unable to figure out where he had been, Won-hyeop continued to watch. Once Ji-su finished watering, he returned to his room and took something out of his bag. He put it in a drawer immediately, but no matter how Won-hyeop looked at it, it resembled a medicine envelope from a pharmacy.
The sound of water echoed from the bathroom. It was the sound of Ji-su washing Cookie.
Pushing back his chair, Won-hyeop went to Ji-su’s room. When he opened the drawer, he found exactly what he [unauthorized copy]suspected: a thick medicine envelope. Peering inside, he saw it was filled with pills. At a glance, it wasn’t just a day or two’s worth. Reading the dosage instructions, the medication was visit our sitefor four weeks—thirty days in total. The list of medications, from top to bottom, read: appetite suppressant, obesity treatment, gastrointestinal medicine, diuretic…
Eyes wide, Won-hyeop checked the patient’s name and the pharmacy listed on the envelope. It was clearly prescribed for Ji-su. The pharmacy was located in another neighborhood, so the name was unfamiliar.
These were diet pills.
He had finally discovered the destination of the secret outings, but he didn’t feel relieved. He wondered why Ji-su had gone to a clinic on his own to get diet pills prescribed.
To pretend he didn’t know, he put the envelope back in the drawer and left the room. Searching for the pharmacy’s location on his phone, he found an internal medicine clinic on the fourth floor of the building where the pharmacy was located.
As he sat on the living room sofa with his legs crossed and continued his search, Ji-su emerged a few minutes later with Cookie, his clothes completely soaked. Looking exhausted, Ji-su leaned his back against the wall and sat down, drying Cookie’s body with a towel.
Won-hyeop rose silently and approached the end of the hallway. Watching him stealthily, his doubts deepened. He couldn’t understand Ji-su’s intentions. Had he felt wronged when he first heard about the pintellitin, only to be tempted by diet pills later?
Though the exact reason remained unknown, one thing was certain. Ji-su was trying to lose weight. His mental illness had flared up again.
For a moment, Won-hyeop smiled, thinking this was a good opportunity, but then he became curious about Ji-su’s inner thoughts. What kind of delusions was he having on his own? He had only caught a glimpse, but the daily dosage was substantial. It was surprising that he had the audacity to get that many pills prescribed. If his mental illness had changed his nature, it made sense. It seemed he would need help from Chairman Kang. He couldn’t just stand by if the drugs were extremely harmful to the human body.
Like an elderly person with a frail body, Ji-su struggled to stand up and went into his room with Cookie. Approaching the door and peeking in, Won-hyeop saw Ji-su sitting with his back turned, drying Cookie with a hairdryer. Cookie, who hated the sound of the hairdryer, kept trying to run away, so Ji-su took a treat from the drawer and gave it to him.
While Cookie lay down to eat the treat, Ji-su dried the dog’s wet fur. In the middle of drying, he rubbed his eyes with his forearm. He wasn’t wiping away sweat; he was crying. Cookie stopped eating, sat up, and nudged Ji-su’s shoulder with a front paw.
Won-hyeop returned to the living room, muffling his footsteps. He drank a glass of water and examined the CCTV footage from this morning, just as Ji-su came out into the living room with [unauthorized copy]Cookie. Ji-su took the dishes from the table to the sink and began washing them.
Won-hyeop approached Ji-su and looked at his wet clothes. Water had splashed quite a bit, leaving his pants damp in several places.
“I can see your nipples.”
It was because his top was wet and clinging to his skin. Ji-su continued washing the dishes in silence, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
Won-hyeop was about to make a dirty joke when Jang-ho called, and he answered.
“Yeah. Uh. The visit date?”
After talking about the lawyer for a while, he hung up and noticed Cookie standing close to Ji-su. Cookie had always followed him around. To the point where pushing him away was useless, yet for some reason, he was doing that to Ji-su now.
“Cookie.”
At the call of his name, Cookie approached. Won-hyeop stroked Cookie’s back.
“You’re all clean now.”
As soon as he let go, Cookie went back to Ji-su’s side. Seeing the dog look up at Ji-su endlessly, Won-hyeop also stepped close to Ji-su.
“Do you want to inherit my estate later?”
The words were spoken lightly, but there was sincerity behind them.
However, Ji-su answered without hesitation.
“…No.”
“Why?”
Ji-su stopped his movements and didn’t answer.
Won-hyeop admired Ji-su’s nipples, faintly visible through the wet fabric. He felt that if he pulled them with his fingers, they would protrude sharply.
“I’m about to start a lawsuit. My older brothers say they can’t give me Father’s inheritance.”
He smacked his lips, wanting to flip up the top and suck on the nipples, when Ji-su looked at him. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
“Who knows what’ll happen in the distant future? I might kick the bucket and my nephews might go crazy fighting over how to split my estate.”
“…….”
“If you say you’ll take it, I’ll write it in my will in advance—that I’ll give unauthorized copyevery single penny to you.”
Won-hyeop twirled a lock of Ji-su’s wet hair with his finger. His sexual desire flared, making his groin itch.
“Don’t worry about the inheritance tax. There are separate ways to evade taxes.”
Ji-su turned off the sink. Then he turned around and looked up at Won-hyeop.
“…Are you alright?”
“About what?”
“The lawsuit.”
“No problem. Jang-ho has already looked into lawyers.”
“No, that’s not what I meant…”
Ji-su hesitated, unable to continue. Though he was distraught over the fact that he had gone to the clinic and gotten diet pills on his own, he carefully considered Won-hyeop’s feelings. Just as he was about to ask if he was hurt, Won-hyeop nodded with an “Ah.”
“Are you asking if I’m feeling okay?”
“…Yes.”
Won-hyeop answered shortly.
“I’m excited about the thought of the lawsuit.”
Feeling a belated sense of endearment, Won-hyeop narrowed his eyes and gazed intently at Ji-su. Seeing him worry about such things, it seemed Ji-su had grown fond of him. As his crotch began to grow hot, he stopped the small talk and pulled the rubber gloves off Ji-su’s hands.
“Your clothes are wet, so let’s shower together.”
He pulled Ji-su by the wrist into the bathroom and stripped off his own clothes first. After taking off his watch, he stripped the hesitating Ji-su and removed his watch as well. As they entered the shower booth together and turned on the water, they were drenched from the head down. Streams of water poured over their respective tattoos. Though the locations and shapes were different, they looked like a pair.
Ji-su’s ribs were more gaunt than before, creating deep shadows. His pelvis, which had been slightly prominent, now jutted out hideously.
Won-hyeop deliberately avoided looking too closely at Ji-su’s body and grabbed his face to kiss him. As he groped the cleft of Ji-su’s buttocks, Ji-su instinctively stood on his tiptoes. Holding his waist with one arm, Won-hyeop gently touched his hole before pulling his lips away to look down at Ji-su’s genitals. Water dripped from the limp, pink member.
“Tell me if you need to pee. It’s been a while, let me have a taste.”
Ji-su wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes as if he were crying. There was no answer.
Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su’s arm and turned him around.
“Lean against the wall.”
Then, he knelt on the floor, spread Ji-su’s buttocks, and pressed his mouth to him. He sucked so loudly that a slurping sound echoed, making Ji-su’s entire body tremble. He took the plump flesh of the hole fully into his lips while kneading Ji-su’s scrotum. The way it hung firmly was quite adorable.
He sucked greedily as if quenching a thirst, causing the flesh of the hole to swell instantly. Already glistening from the water, it became plump and clung to his lips. Ji-su let out low moans, “Ugh, ngh.”
Won-hyeop gripped Ji-su’s scrawny thighs and inserted his tongue into the tightly closed hole, swirling it. The folds twitched as if vibrating. He buried his face in the butt crack, shaking his head and sucking for a long time before pulling away. The white buttocks looked delicious, so he gave them a hard bite before standing up. As he rubbed his cock against Ji-su’s wet back hole, the entrance fluttered open. His thick, erect cock was flushed with red veins.
Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su’s tattoo-covered waist and aligned the glans with the hole, thrusting deep.
“Haa-ugh…!”
Pushed forward, Ji-su pressed his cheek against the bathroom wall and tightened his buttocks.
Even though he was already inserted to the hilt, Won-hyeop pressed his body close as if trying to go deeper, embracing Ji-su. In that position, he rotated his pelvis from side to side, stirring inside Ji-su’s belly. As he brutally thrust the glans toward the solar plexus, Ji-su squeezed his thighs together and screamed.
“Hic… haak…!”
His already small buttocks were forced wide apart by the cock. Excited by Ji-su’s erotic moans, Won-hyeop gripped his pelvis firmly and fucked him rapidly. Ji-su’s flattened buttocks felt great, being wet. He could vividly feel the inside of the belly chewing on his cock.
He moved his hips violently as if he were going to break the pelvis, and Ji-su, losing strength in his legs, fell to his knees. As the member popped out, Won-hyeop quickly dropped to his knees and inserted it again, continuing the doggy-style fucking. He pinned Ji-su against the wall so he couldn’t struggle and buried his lips in his shoulder.
Ji-su’s buttocks, marked with [Read on Read BL Novels]bite marks, clashed visit our siterepeatedly with Won-hyeop’s pelvis, quickly turning bright red.
Won-hyeop closed his eyes, loving the hot, soft interior of Ji-su. Goosebumps rose from the ecstasy.
“Hugh, the inside is just melting…”
Panting against the bathroom wall, Ji-su looked cute with strands of hair clinging to his forehead. Won-hyeop brushed the hair back and forced Ji-su’s head around to suck his lips. As the bathroom filled with warmth, Ji-su’s body grew even hotter.
Abruptly pulling his lips away, Won-hyeop caressed Ji-su’s thin neck, which looked as if it might snap, and spoke.
“Say something dirty.”
Ji-su lowered his head, sounding tearful.
“It’s hard, hugh, it’s too hard…”
Given the position of being pinned against the wall, it was understandable that it would be straining. Won-hyeop stood up, lifted Ji-su up in his arms, and leaned his back against the wall. Wrapping both arms around Ji-su’s thighs, he inserted his cock and hammered into him with a thud, thud, leaving Ji-su moaning while dangling in mid-air.
Won-hyeop shook Ji-su’s body up and down wildly, admiring his pained expression. Just because he had withered didn’t mean his beautiful face faded suddenly like a seasonal flower. Just looking at his grimace made the blood rush to Won-hyeop’s cock.
“Does it feel good? Is it not enough even if I, ha, fuck you every day?”
“Ah, ugh, eugh, kkeuh…!”
Ji-su wrapped his arms tightly around Won-hyeop’s neck, his face bright red as he grit his teeth. The water pouring relentlessly over his head made it hard to keep his eyes open. Pleasure and pain alternated, surging up his spine. Although Won-hyeop was supporting him, he was scared because his feet were off the floor. He felt as if his protruding spine would bruise from being pressed against the wall.
As he struggled, unable to endure it, Won-hyeop gripped his thighs even tighter.
“Why are you fussing? Does your back hurt?”
“Yes, hng…!”
Won-hyeop stroked Ji-su’s back with his wet hand and leaned his face in.
“Push my hair back.”
With trembling hands, Ji-su pushed back the hair clinging to Won-hyeop’s forehead. Water droplets gathered on the angular brow bone and rolled down his cheek. The water gathered between the firm cleavage of his chest and flowed down his belly.
Won-hyeop leaned his waist back so Ji-su could lean on him as he continued to fuck.
Ji-su hugged Won-hyeop’s back and rested his chin on his shoulder. With their wet chests pressed together, he could feel the heartbeat. Separate from the exhaustion, his genitals were slowly becoming erect. Wanting it to end quickly, he bounced his body up and down, shaking his hips. Riding on top of Won-hyeop’s straight, long member and pistoning, he felt so full that he couldn’t breathe properly. The hole went beyond tingling; the sensation became dull. It felt as if the inner walls pierced by the glans were tearing in several directions.
“My belly is going to, ah, ack, hng, it feels like it’s going to burst…!”
“Keep, fuck, keep going, ha…”
As Ji-su, lacking strength, lowered his hips completely, Won-hyeop’s scrotum was pressed flat.
Savoring the intense pleasure, Won-hyeop embraced Ji-su fully with both arms. Beneath the thin layer of skin, there was nothing. Where soft fat should have been, there were only hard bones.
And there were hollow spaces all over his body. Inside the armpits, the center of the clavicle, the sides of the buttocks. It was a sickly body that made it hard to believe he was twenty-two years old.
“Hng, hic… hng, ugh…!”
Ji-su stopped moving his waist and slumped downward. His head tilted back, and the Adam’s apple protruded on his gaunt neck.
Won-hyeop gripped Ji-su’s buttocks as if to crush them and forced him to move up and down. The sound of splashing water and flesh colliding made the bathroom noisy.
“Scream as much as you want.”
Pressing his lips to Ji-su’s neck, Won-hyeop increased the speed of his thrusts. Ji-su’s crimson member had become stiffly erect, shaking and splashing water everywhere. Intending to make him ejaculate, Won-hyeop repeatedly hit the spot Ji-su felt the most. The thrusting was so violent that the flesh of the back hole could be seen being pulled outward.
A few seconds later, semen erupted from Ji-su’s member. The semen vomited from the plump glans clung thickly to Won-hyeop’s belly.
Ji-su trembled violently. A high-pitched moan escaped his open mouth.
The hole tightened instinctively, making Won-hyeop let out a moan as well. Heat gathered in his groin as if it visit our sitewere being heated by fire. Ji-su’s hole, [visit our site]rubbing rapidly, was even hotter. It didn’t fear the club-like thick cock, clinging to it and chewing greedily.
The inside of the belly, filled with water, was already slushy as if it were covered in cum. Feeling the urge to ejaculate, Won-hyeop gave a large thrust for momentum. Because the member pulled out far, the sunflower implant under the glans caught on the hole before being inserted. Ji-su, who could do nothing but twitch his limbs, stared into space. Even as water poured over his eyelids, he blinked slowly as if he had lost his soul.
Won-hyeop dug obsessively into Ji-su’s belly and stiffened his body. The panting muscles expanded all at once, and the veins in his lower abdomen bulged.
“Kut…!”
As he ejaculated while inserted deep, Ji-su tightened and then released his back. He wasn’t doing it on purpose. He was instinctively straining because his belly felt uncomfortably bloated.
Not a single drop of semen leaked; it was filled to the brim inside the hole.
Ji-su’s hands kept shaking. His heartbeat was abnormally fast. His thin chest, where the bone structure was visible, heaved in an ominous manner.
After enjoying the afterglow briefly, Won-hyeop didn’t continue thrusting and pulled out his member. When he set Ji-su down on the floor, Ji-su couldn’t stand straight and collapsed with a thud.
“Can’t stand?”
Won-hyeop looked down at Ji-su, presenting his member, which was whitish with semen. Though he was slumped, there was no flesh to spread, making Ji-su’s thighs look like skewers.
Reaching out with a skeletal hand, Ji-su took Won-hyeop’s member into his mouth out of habit. He obediently licked and swallowed the whitish semen that had begun to be washed away by the water. He didn’t mind in the slightest. He even inserted his tongue between the sunflower implants to suck them. Once the member was clean, he let go and lowered his head.
“Hng…”
Won-hyeop brushed back the hair falling over his forehead and frowned. Ji-su lacked the strength in his legs to stand. Once again, doubt surged.
Ji-su lived in a nice house where cockroaches didn’t appear. He draped himself in luxury clothes and watches. In such a situation, if his mental illness had flared up, the pattern had to be different from before. Wasn’t that so? The death dreamed of by the poor is likely fake. If given money to play and eat for a lifetime, they would compete to talk about how wonderful life is.
Ji-su’s struggle with hunger had been in July. Now, two months later, the pintellitin had lit the spark.
If he slapped his cheeks and stuffed food into his mouth like before, would Ji-su decide to seek treatment again? Well. It was hard to guarantee.
He had to choose one of two contradictory desires. It was impossible to fatten up a dependent, gloomy, and obedient Ji-su. Not unless he stayed by his side twenty-four hours a day stuffing food into his mouth. He would be busy preparing for the lawsuit. Although he had instructed Jang-ho to monitor the CCTV, if he returned home late due to meetings with lawyers, Ji-su would be in complete control of himself from early morning until late evening.
If he revealed the existence of the CCTV and threatened to watch his every move, he could stop him from taking the diet pills, but he didn’t want to use that method.
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