By Zephyria Yumin’s eyes blazed. Just like that night during the freshman welcome party, the moment he first spotted Tae-jun.
The Go clan’s wildcat family was famous for their stubbornness. Yumin, inheriting the blood of his lineage, was born with the persistent nature of a hunter. He was the type to cling even more fiercely when his prey tried to escape, snatching them by the scruff of their neck.
First, he would do his best to help Tae-jun regain his memories. He would stimulate his brain by any means necessary. That was Yumin’s Operation Phase 1.
“The doctor said earlier that to bring back memories, it’s good to create similar situations to the past and stimulate the brain. From now on, just do as I say. I’ll create the same situation as usual, so try to remember as much as you can.”
Tae-jun was reluctant, but he couldn’t live his life without his memories. He nodded his head grudgingly.
“What should I do first?”
“We’re going to share a meal.”
“This is patient food.”
Tae-jun said, pointing to the patient’s meal tray he had received earlier, but Yumin cut him off with a stern expression.
“You always shared your food with me whenever you got something to eat. Here, feed me.”
“What? Are you crazy?”
“Don’t argue. Give me a spoonful of rice and some braised beef right now!”
Yumin made himself comfortable on the patient’s bed. Tae-jun, pushed aside, pulled over the visitor’s table and chair and sat down uncomfortably. Yumin had been so insistent that he grudgingly participated in the memory-recovery project, but honestly, he still felt uneasy.
A man he had never seen before appeared, claiming he was his mate and that they had a child. It didn’t resonate. When he tried to recall if he was truly a married 27-year-old man, his injured head throbbed unbearably.
On top of the already confusing situation, Yumin’s nagging for food made Tae-jun feel acutely tired. Reluctantly, Tae-jun scooped a spoonful of rice and offered it to Yumin. It felt incredibly awkward to feed someone else, especially a stranger.
Yumin opened his mouth, not particularly large, and stuffed it full of rice until his cheeks bulged. Yumin’s eyes were red from crying earlier.
‘He seems very wronged. Well, if he claims we were married, it’s understandable he’d be upset. But… I can’t imagine myself being intimate with this Beastman.’
Tae-jun had never felt intense love for anyone. But one thing was certain: he liked mature and adult-like styles. He detested clingy, emotionally unstable types like Yumin, who couldn’t control their feelings.
It was the same with appearance. Like most Tiger Beastmen, Tae-jun found large builds and intense features attractive. In contrast, this Beastman, a head shorter than him, had chubby cheeks and looked young. No matter how he looked at it, it didn’t match his ideal type.
“Darling, I’m thirsty.”
“Huh?”
“I want you to give me water.”
Yumin demanded confidently. After drinking the water, he pestered Tae-jun again to wipe his mouth. Tae-jun became increasingly bewildered. Such a spoiled Beastman couldn’t possibly be his mate.
“Excuse me, Mr. Go Yumin. I’m not your nanny, isn’t this too much?”
“Too much? We said we were always like this.”
“Haa… that’s your perspective, but I’m seeing you for the first time today!”
“Didn’t you say you liked how I was high-maintenance?”
“…Did I say that?”
“Yes. You never let me do chores, always taking care of everything yourself. You spoiled me, so who are you blaming?”
Yumin retorted clearly, leaving Tae-jun speechless. In the meantime, the baby lying in the bed woke up and started crying.
“Waaaaah!”
As if telling them to stop their marital spat, the baby cried sharply. Tae-jun, without thinking, approached the child.
“Shh…! Don’t cry.”
“Hooaaahhh!”
“Ah… what do I do. Don’t cry. Okay?”
Tae-jun hesitated, unable to touch the baby. Then, the baby suddenly grabbed one of Tae-jun’s fingers.
“Pa!”
“…Huh?”
“Ah, Pa!”
Tae-ho stopped crying and made eye contact with Tae-jun. He had recognized his father. It was natural from the baby’s perspective, but it was a shock to Tae-jun.
“…Did you just say ‘Dad’?”
“Dad! Dad!!”
Tae-ho giggled and reached out to Tae-jun. Though his tiny hands couldn’t pull Tae-jun, he kept wriggling. Tae-jun was momentarily lost in the innocent movement.
“Ah… I’m Dad…. Right. That makes sense.”
As if sensing Tae-jun’s confusion, Yumin gently came over and picked up the baby. Then, he thrust the child into Tae-jun’s arms.
“That’s right. You are this child’s father. Beom Tae-jun, father of Beom Tae-ho, understand?”
“Haa….”
“Hurry and comfort him. He wants to be held by you.”
As Yumin instructed, Tae-jun soothed the baby, and Tae-ho smiled brightly and kissed Tae-jun’s cheek. It felt incredibly strange.
“It feels good, right?”
“…Well, it’s a bit strange.”
“But you like it.”
“……”
Watching Tae-jun’s dazed eyes, Yumin prayed inwardly.
He wished this man’s memories would return quickly.
However, happiness is not achieved by prayer alone. It requires bone-grinding effort and adept handling of any situation. The road ahead was still long.
Late that evening, Tae-jun’s stubbornness led to his discharge being decided. The doctor recommended rest at the hospital, but Tae-jun flatly refused. Staying at the hospital wouldn’t bring back his memories, and more importantly, he was concerned about Tae-ho. If Yumin insisted on staying cooped up in the hospital with him, forcing even a newborn to endure hospital life felt wrong.
When he held Tae-ho’s hand earlier, he felt a warmth deep in his chest. He also had a strong intuition that Tae-ho was his blood. While he was pessimistic about the still-active wildcat, he didn’t want to make the child suffer.
After completing the discharge procedures and paying the bill, they emerged from the hospital’s main entrance to find a secretary waiting with a car.
“Are you feeling alright, Vice President?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
The secretary, who looked considerably older than him, kept bowing, making Tae-jun feel awkward inwardly. He still had the mindset of a 20-year-old college freshman and was not used to having a secretary.
“Secretary Kim. This little one is having a hard time. We should leave quickly.”
“Understood. Then I’ll drive–”
“No. I can drive. Secretary Kim, you can go home now.”
Yumin decided to take the driver’s seat. Tae-jun opened the rear door and got in with the baby.
“Darling, what are you doing? You should come next to me.”
“I’ll sit here.”
“No way. You’re not sitting in the passenger seat? That’s never happened in our history!”
Yumin shouted loudly, acting erratically. Tae-jun, unable to bear it, moved to the front seat with the baby. Tae-ho, leaning comfortably on his father’s lap, slept soundly.
As Yumin said, it seemed they had ridden in the front seats together like this many times. A small family photo was stuck on the dashboard, showing Yumin and himself hugging three baby Beastmen. The family looked very affectionate, and he himself looked particularly happy.
Himself, grinning widely with a spouse and a bunch of offspring. It was a completely unfamiliar sight.
The car drove smoothly on the weekday road. It took only 30 minutes from Gangnam to Samcheong-dong.
“We’re here, Darling.”
Tae-jun opened the unfamiliar gate and carefully entered the garden. The detached house was neat and antique, and the meticulously trimmed garden trees suited his taste. He felt certain he had arranged the interior himself.
Up to that point, it was fine. But the moment he opened the front door and stepped inside, Tae-jun’s eyes nearly popped out.
“Wh-what is this.”
Inside the living room, which boasted a simple interior, a frame measuring over two meters wide and tall hung on one wall. The enormous frame contained a full-body shot of Yumin, clearly a wedding snap. He looked very charming, sitting on the floor with his bare feet exposed, smiling coyly at the camera.
“What. Is the picture too big?”
“It’s big, and there are too many pictures!”
Tae-jun found Yumin’s framed pictures everywhere. There was one on the kitchen table, another behind the TV. It looked like a photo exhibition dedicated to Yumin.
“You said you wanted to put them up, Darling?”
“Really?”
“Of course. If you don’t believe me, you can go up to the second floor!”
Tae-jun went up to the second floor. There were several rooms, including rooms that seemed to be for children. All the rooms were plastered with Yumin’s photos. In the master bedroom, there was even a life-sized standee of Yumin. Cardboard boxes, scratching posts, and large, shiny metal nets – the kind wildcats liked… The luxurious toys clearly showed this was a wildcat’s utopia.
The last door he opened was the bedroom. A large wedding photo hung by the bed. It showed Yumin striking a pose in a black tuxedo, and himself beside him, grinning from ear to ear. Anyone could see the expression of a man in love.
“It seems to be real… But I don’t remember. Not at all.”
Tae-jun felt equally frustrated. The fatigue accumulated over several days hit him all at once. In the unfamiliar house, Tae-jun washed up and changed into clothes that were presumably his. Even the bedding felt strange, but wanting to escape the confusion, he forced himself to lie down.
He closed his eyes, thinking skeptically if anything would come back to him after sleeping.
Several hours passed, and it was past midnight. Tae-jun, who had been sleeping deeply, woke up to a heavy sensation. He felt an unusual feeling. His chest down to his sternum felt so heavy he struggled to breathe. As he tried to move whatever was pressing down on his chest, Tae-jun flinched.
Yumin was lying face down on his chest, burying his face. His hands were placed precisely on either side of Tae-jun’s chest, clenching tightly and kneading.
“What the!”
“Darling. You’re awake?”
“No, why all of a sudden…!”
“I thought about it, and I realized I needed to help you remember through touch.”
“What?”
“We used to do this kneading every single day. If we do it like this, you’ll remember.”
Kneading is a common behavior seen in kittens nursing from their mother, and it’s also used as an expression of affection. Tae-jun knew this well, but Yumin’s movements were so intimate and ticklish that he was flustered.
Yumin had been waiting for this moment since earlier. He couldn’t do it at the hospital, so he was glad they were home.
“Ah, even so, touching someone else’s chest…!”
“We’re not strangers. How can we be strangers? Stay still.”
Yumin’s fingers were pretty and slender for a man, but his grip was strong. His kneading, gathering Tae-jun’s chest, was elastic and gradually aroused Tae-jun. If he allowed Yumin to continue touching his chest, he felt he might get an erection.
Yumin slid his hand under Tae-jun’s t-shirt. He pushed the shirt aside as if undressing him, then placed his soft palm on his bare chest. The removal of the fabric brought a more direct stimulation. Tae-jun fumbled with the rapid progression of events.
“Stop it!”
“This sensation, does it not come back to you? Don’t you remember doing this with me every day?”
Yumin straddled Tae-jun’s legs and shouted in an excited tone. He slowly moved his hips back and forth, deliberately rubbing the protruding part.
Tae-jun felt breathless. In crude terms, he was horny as hell. He couldn’t resist the persistent rubbing of his penis against the soft yet elastic flesh.
“Ugh.”
A suppressed groan escaped Tae-jun’s lips, and Yumin’s eyes sparkled. He increased the pressure, rubbing against Tae-jun’s lower body, and shed his own upper garment. As his pale body was revealed, Tae-jun’s pupils dilated. Though he hadn’t touched him, his nipples were hard, and his body was flushed pink in places. It was a sight he was instinctively drawn to.
“Haa… Come here, Tae-jun.”
Drawn by the sticky whisper, Tae-jun was helplessly pulled in. He followed Yumin’s instructions, stroking his delicate body and flicking his nipples. Yumin reacted sensitively to every touch of Tae-jun’s hand, closing his eyes tightly and tilting his head back. Tae-jun persistently worked his hands, not wanting to miss that expression.
Before long, Tae-jun was actively touching Yumin. He even thrust his hips roughly. His penis was hard and seemed ready to invade Yumin’s lower half.
Yumin shrewdly examined Tae-jun’s crotch. It was sufficiently erect, and he felt it was time to free it from his constricting pants. He lowered his head and pulled down the waistband of the pants, and his penis popped out. The smooth, glistening glans looked appetizing.
Lick.* Yumin extended his tongue and licked the shaft.
“Hk!”
Tae-jun flinched and grabbed Yumin’s head with both hands. Yumin ignored his resistance. Instead, he greedily swallowed the thick glans, opening his throat. He moved his head back and forth, narrowing his mouth. Tae-jun soon let out a beastly sound and grabbed Yumin by the hair.
“Ugh, ugh…!”
Tae-jun’s penis entered and exited Yumin’s mouth. Lost in the slippery sensation, all reason had long since flown away. Only the instinct to pound wildly dominated Tae-jun.
As if reading his mind, Yumin tightened his lips even more. He forced his way into the narrow space between his lips, the tip of his penis touching the roof of his mouth. Intense pleasure surged through him. For a moment, a sharp thought flashed through his mind.
‘This feeling… it’s not the first time.’
The sensation, like electricity flowing through his entire body, was incredibly stimulating and, at the same time, familiar. He was sure he had rubbed his penis against a bumpy palate like this before. When could that have been? The memory almost surfaced, then scattered again.
He felt like he had missed the evidence right before his eyes. Tae-jun tried to immerse himself deeper in the sensation, but it was futile. He was on the verge of getting annoyed by the frustration.
Tae-jun withdrew his penis from Yumin’s mouth. As Yumin, taken aback by the sudden movement, was surprised, Tae-jun climbed on top of him. The position reversed in an instant.
“Tae-jun… Do you remember anything?”
Yumin looked up, meeting Tae-jun’s gaze. His eyes glistened with lust. It was the look Tae-jun had seen almost every day and grown accustomed to.
“Haa… I think I might remember something, or maybe not.”
Tae-jun looked confused. But it seemed this method was working. He had just heard the man who had treated him coldly earlier say he might remember something. If so, the only answer was to push forward more aggressively.
“Then do more.”
“More?”
“Touch here.”
Yumin grabbed his own buttocks and spread them apart. His clean perineum and pink flesh were revealed. Tae-jun stared blankly at it for a moment before bringing his hand to it. He was amazed by how much softer it was than he had imagined.
“Mmm, like that. Ugh… a little harder.”
Yumin’s constitution had changed after childbirth. His rear had become more sensitive, becoming aroused by mere touch. He could even get an erection just by touching his anus. It was the same now. Yumin was helplessly at the mercy of Tae-jun’s unthinking movements.
Mentally, it was Tae-jun’s first time having sex, so he was rough and wild. He couldn’t make Yumin wait as usual, nor did he have any control over the pace. That, paradoxically, excited Yumin even more.
Tae-jun’s calloused hand gripped Yumin’s semi-erect penis. It fit snugly in Tae-jun’s hand due to its relatively small size. As he squeezed and moved it forcefully, Yumin let out a moan.
“Agh!”
Tae-jun stared intently at Yumin’s face, writhing in pleasure.
“Ahng, ahng!”
Veins bulged on his delicate neck, and tears welled up in his coy eyes. He looked fragile, like prey caught in a trap. It made his mouth water. Swallowing hard, Tae-jun spread Yumin’s legs wide apart.