By Zephyria 
After withdrawing the fist he had swung without hesitation, Jang Ui-geon let go of Yoon Jun-young’s collar. He spoke to Jun-young, who was looking up at him with wide eyes while clutching his face. For the first time, a low, rough threat was mixed into that languid voice.
“I told Kang-hee too, but if this happens again, I’ll set fire to that goddamn shop. No, it won’t happen again. Because Chi-young-ssi is quitting his job there today. —And Yoon Jun-young, you play with Kang-hee. Stop contacting Chi-young-ssi.”
“…….What..”
Yoon Jun-young muttered with slurred pronunciation, as if the inside of his mouth had burst, blinking in disbelief. However, Jang Ui-geon was no longer looking at him. He shifted his gaze to Seo Chi-young, who remained motionless, staring at him blankly as if frozen.
With a smirk—a strange, unfamiliar laugh—Jang Ui-geon straightened his body from leaning against the car door. He then circled around to the front of the car and headed for the driver’s seat.
Flinging the driver’s door open, Jang Ui-geon looked down for a moment at Seo Chi-young, who was staring at him as if he had lost his soul.
“………”
Seo Chi-young’s lips trembled. Jang Ui-geon waited silently for a moment as if Chi-young were trying to say something, but he didn’t wait long for the man who couldn’t manage to speak.
Jang Ui-geon soon gripped Seo Chi-young’s forearm without hesitation and dragged him out of the car. As Chi-young was pulled out, stumbling and losing his balance, his shoulder hit the door, and he let out a short “Ah.” Jang Ui-geon frowned and clicked his tongue. The hand that had been pulling Chi-young so recklessly and roughly slowed down slightly.
However, once Seo Chi-young stood outside the car with nothing left to bump into, Jang Ui-geon turned and strode away. Seo Chi-young walked—almost dragged—toward his car parked right behind, a car he had forgotten about because it wasn’t the one he usually drove, though he had seen it once before at the park. He muttered haltingly.
“Ui-geon-ssi, u-um, Jun-young-ssi is…”
Seo Chi-young spoke while repeatedly looking back toward Yoon Jun-young, who would be in the passenger seat of the car in front—though he was out of sight. However, Jang Ui-geon did not respond a single word as he walked toward his own car without looking back once.
Returning to the passenger side, Jang Ui-geon opened the door and pushed Seo Chi-young inside as if throwing him, though he was careful not to let him hit anything. Leaving only the blunt words, “Closing the door. Watch your hand,” he slammed the door shut with a loud Bang!! as if it might break, and immediately climbed into the driver’s seat himself.
With a face clearly showing his bewilderment, Seo Chi-young looked at Jang Ui-geon, who started the engine as soon as he sat down.
“Um, Ui-geon-ssi, the person in the car in front… I mean, the person you just hit, is Jun-young-ssi… Yoon Jun-young-ssi.”
Seo Chi-young stammered, appearing more flustered than either the person who did the hitting or the person who got hit.
Vroom, a subtle vibration echoed from beneath the seats. Only after shifting the gear did Jang Ui-geon look at Seo Chi-young with an expressionless face.
“And?”
“…..Um.., he’s… Jun-young-ssi.”
“I don’t think this is the time for you to be concerned about that, Chi-young-ssi.”
Speaking as if it were somewhat absurd, yet in a tone so devoid of emotion it made the heart shudder, Jang Ui-geon looked forward again and stepped on the accelerator. In the car accelerating violently, Seo Chi-young, whose back hit the seat as he swayed, could only stare blankly at the car flashing past—and Yoon Jun-young, who was hurriedly getting out of it and entering the building.
In the heavy silence that descended, only the sound of a phone ringing echoed incessantly. The sound coming from Jang Ui-geon’s inner pocket cut off briefly and then rang again. That sound only stopped once the car entered a residential area and reached a dark, gentle uphill road where streetlights were spaced far apart.
At the top of the hill, the car came to a stop in a parking area located in a corner of the yard of a spacious old house. The lanterns hung in front of the guest house were lit, casting a dim glow even in the middle of the night when no one was around.
After stopping the car and getting out of the driver’s seat, Jang Ui-geon went to the passenger side and opened the door. Seo Chi-young, who had been stiff with awkwardness, hesitantly stepped out of the car. Just then, the phone in Seo Chi-young’s pocket began to ring. Jang Ui-geon frowned slightly, and a startled Seo Chi-young took out the phone.
As if noticing the meaning behind the glance Seo Chi-young gave him before answering, Jang Ui-geon quietly took the phone from his hand. He seemed to open the folder, then snapped it right in half.
“……..”
As the sound cut off and the phone’s life ended, Jang Ui-geon grabbed the arm of the blankly staring Seo Chi-young and led him toward the main house. Seo Chi-young had no choice but to follow, looking at his back with a gloomy and bewildered expression.
Jang Ui-geon had been silent for a while. Seo Chi-young also found it difficult to speak to him, as Jang Ui-geon kept staring straight ahead without any expression.
Only after entering the low wall and reaching the familiar wooden porch did Jang Ui-geon finally stop and let go of Seo Chi-young’s arm. He looked down at Seo Chi-young and gestured with his chin toward the porch, indicating he should sit. Seo Chi-young obediently perched on the edge of the porch and looked up at Jang Ui-geon.
Only after some more time had passed did Jang Ui-geon finally speak.
“Do I seem strange to you?”
The first calm words were slightly more composed than the low, chilling tone he had used while with Yoon Jun-young. Not knowing how to answer, Seo Chi-young hesitated for a moment and then nodded honestly.
“A little, yes.”
“Is that so? That’s a relief. I feel like I seem very strange.”
Speaking nonchalantly, Jang Ui-geon stepped onto the porch and entered the room. Seo Chi-young, sitting alone on the porch, tilted his head.
Aside from the lack of a smile, he seemed similar to usual. Perhaps because they had returned home to a familiar space, the terrifying feeling—as if the air were freezing—from a moment ago had largely faded.
But still, he was different from other times, so Seo Chi-young lowered his head.
Why.
He couldn’t properly understand the current situation. He felt like he almost understood, yet he couldn’t quite grasp the thread of it.
There was one easiest answer. But that could never be the correct answer. Seo Chi-young erased that answer.
With his mind in a tangled mess and not even knowing if the man who had just entered the room was truly the man he knew, Seo Chi-young could only blink, staring at his feet, not knowing what was what.
Behind him, light spilled from the room, and above him, the pure white moonlight of a moon nearly full poured down. The long, cast shadows spread wide. The room door opened, and Jang Ui-geon came back out.
Sitting beside Seo Chi-young, he placed a box he was holding on the porch and spoke briefly.
“Take off your clothes.”
Seo Chi-young’s eyes widened as he looked at Jang Ui-geon. Without looking at him, Jang Ui-geon rummaged through the first-aid kit and took out ointment, disinfectant, and tape.
“Uh..”
“You didn’t finish the treatment properly earlier.”
Jang Ui-geon spoke casually, as if he had noticed the wound that had only been treated with ointment.
“….No, …..I can do it, ..I, I can do it. I already applied the ointment earlier, so if I just put on a bandage…”
As Seo Chi-young stammered with an embarrassed face, Jang Ui-geon, who had been reading the instructions on the ointment tube, slowly lifted his gaze and looked at him.
“The one Jun-young applied? Wipe it off.”
Speaking softly, he did not wait long. Any weak resistance, such as Seo Chi-young awkwardly pulling his body back, was useless as Jang Ui-geon undid his clothes. Tearing at the shirt as if he might rip the buttons off, he gazed intently down at Seo Chi-young’s exposed body.
Goosebumps rose as the cool night air touched his skin. The nipples, coated in ointment, were also erect.
Gazing at the nipples, Jang Ui-geon pulled out a wet wipe and wiped away the thin layer of ointment. Beneath his calm expression, his hand was rough, as if only the hand wiping the ointment was angry.
“……!”
Seo Chi-young shrugged his shoulders and frowned, but Jang Ui-geon ignored him and rubbed the area with the wet wipe before immediately squeezing out new ointment and applying it. The moment the cold finger coated in ointment touched his chest, Seo Chi-young flinched. Unlike the wet wipe, the feeling of direct skin contact was so vivid that Seo Chi-young reflexively tried to push Jang Ui-geon’s hand away. However, Jang Ui-geon gripped that hand with his other hand. The grip was firm enough that he couldn’t shake it off, though it wasn’t painful.
“….”
The hand gripping Seo Chi-young’s wrist was warm, almost hot. Yet, the finger rubbing the ointment into his chest was chillingly cold. Seo Chi-young found this stark contrast strange, even as he flinched and shrunk back.
The soft flesh, wounded by teeth, was swollen and pointed, and every time a finger touched it, a stinging sensation flared. Each time, Seo Chi-young winced and recoiled.
“Did this happen often?”
Jang Ui-geon’s low voice drifted over. He was staring at the spot his fingertip was rubbing—Seo Chi-young’s red, swollen nipple. Finding those black eyes, whose thoughts were unknowable, unfamiliar, Seo Chi-young shook his head slightly.
“N-no, not really. ….Just, very occasionally..”
Jang Ui-geon remained silent at Seo Chi-young’s words. Soon, he spoke briefly in a blunt voice.
“I’ve already told Kang-hee, but quit that place.”
However, Seo Chi-young paused and did not answer. He didn’t want to quit.
At least for now, he couldn’t quit. Seo Chi-young needed to save more money at least until the end of this year, and it wouldn’t be easy to find another job with conditions that suited his situation as well as this one did.
Seeing the meaning of refusal on the face of the silent Seo Chi-young, Jang Ui-geon frowned slightly.
“Quit, Chi-young-ssi.”
“……..”
Seo Chi-young hesitated and then shook his head. At that firm refusal, Jang Ui-geon stopped his movements. “Chi-young-ssi,” he said in an even lower voice, but Seo Chi-young shook his head again.
“I don’t want to quit.”
As Seo Chi-young answered slowly but clearly, the jaw of Jang Ui-geon, who had been staring at him intently, tightened. Immediately after, the fingertip rubbing Seo Chi-young’s nipple also applied pressure. Seo Chi-young involuntarily swallowed a short moan and widened his eyes.
“You don’t want to quit even after being treated like this there?”
Jang Ui-geon’s voice grew faintly rough. The fingers pressing and pulling the nipple were also rough, as if angry.
Seo Chi-young held his breath to endure the pain. But in an instant, as the pressure left the fingers and they slowly rubbed the swollen nipple, he let out a short breath. A low moan involuntarily mixed into that breath.
“…….!”
As soon as the moan that escaped his lips reached his own ears, Seo Chi-young shut his mouth. His face flushed instantly.
Though it was a very short sound, it was a sweet sound that didn’t seem like his own voice. That moan, which was close to a pleasant cry of pleasure, must have been heard by Jang Ui-geon as well. He, too, paused and stopped his hand.
“…… Is that why you don’t want to quit? …… Did you like this, Chi-young-ssi?”
A faint laugh, as if he found it absurd, seemed to be heard.
“N-no..”
But Seo Chi-young’s voice as he shook his head was so small it could barely be heard. With a bright red face, he lowered his head, not knowing what to do, and shook his head barely perceptibly.
The fingers that had been pulling the nipple let go. Just as Seo Chi-young’s tense shoulders relaxed for a moment, he gasped as Jang Ui-geon’s relentless suction took a full mouthful of his chest and sucked.
After pulling his mouth away from Seo Chi-young’s chest for a moment, Jang Ui-geon spat out the saliva mixed with ointment onto the porch below. No sooner had he done so than he began to suck the nipple again.
As if he had wanted to do that from the very beginning.
As if the restraint he had barely and precariously maintained until now had been released all at once, Jang Ui-geon clung to Seo Chi-young’s body as if starved. Like a man whose throat was burning with thirst finally finding a spring.
“Ah, ….Ah! It, it hurts, ah..! Ui-..!”
Seo Chi-young spoke in fragmented, tearful tones, reflexively grabbing Jang Ui-geon’s shoulders and pushing him away. Instead, Jang Ui-geon urgently pulled Seo Chi-young’s waist closer and hugged him so tightly he felt he might be crushed.
His bare back touched the cold porch, but he didn’t even notice. Even though the white moon was visible before his eyes, he didn’t even realize he was lying down; Seo Chi-young just struggled helplessly beneath Jang Ui-geon, who was sprawled over him.
“Does it hurt? Me too. My heart is racing so hard, it’s like a drum being beaten.”
Muttering while his lips were pressed against Seo Chi-young’s body, Jang Ui-geon bit his chest as soon as he finished the sentence. The arms hugging Seo Chi-young breathlessly didn’t budge even if Seo Chi-young jumped.
He was angry.
He must certainly have been angry.
That was why he was pressing down on Seo Chi-young and threatening to devour him like a terrifying monster he had never seen before.
Even with a face flushed from hot, labored breathing, Seo Chi-young muttered “I’m sorry” with a pale, frozen expression. It seemed like that tiny voice wouldn’t have been heard, yet Jang Ui-geon paused and lifted his head. Moonlight poured over him, so it was impossible to see what kind of face he was making. What kind of face he was using to look down at Seo Chi-young, who was frozen with wide eyes and a terrified expression.
“I’m, …….sorry.”
Blinking eyes that were growing hot, Seo Chi-young apologized without knowing the reason. It felt as if a thick fog was settling in his heart. He just hoped that the man, who was so angry, would calm down. Please, he hoped he wouldn’t press down so terrifyingly and would smile as he usually did.
“Why are you apologizing?”
Jang Ui-geon, who had been looking down at Seo Chi-young for a moment, asked.
“B-because you’re angry, …..Ui-geon-ssi. Because you’re doing this because you’re angry…”
Seo Chi-young muttered haltingly, looking up at Jang Ui-geon, whom he couldn’t see clearly. He was silently looking down at Seo Chi-young. Even so, his hand was anxiously rubbing the nipple he had just been sucking as if greedily. After greedily touching the chest, collarbone, and even the stomach, he asked as if it were strange.
“Do you know why I’m angry, Chi-young-ssi?”
“……..”
“Well, you probably don’t. I don’t know either.”
Jang Ui-geon gave a self-deprecating laugh. He lowered his head and pressed his nose close to the nape of Seo Chi-young’s neck, as if trying to catch his scent. His lips rubbed against the collarbone.
“But, you were right. I’m angry. But you see, Chi-young-ssi. It’s not just about yesterday and today. I wonder when it started, but I’ve been feeling unsettled inside. I don’t know the reason, and I don’t know when it started, but it’s been constant. And because I couldn’t find the answer, sometimes I felt like I was truly going crazy. ……Haha, so did I actually go crazy?”
He laughed lowly, adding a light, mocking monologue to himself. “It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, and then he bit hard into the nape of Seo Chi-young’s neck—the spot where red marks had remained from being bitten—as if surged with emotion. Seo Chi-young’s neck, which shrank with a short scream, must have been covered in even redder marks.
“The timing was bad. I had a dream just yesterday and have been in a bad mood all day today. In the dream, Chi-young-ssi was rolling around with someone. Whether it was Jun-young, that woman, or some goddamn bastard, I saw him gasping in someone else’s arms. Then I woke up, and I felt truly disgusting. All day. So, even though I knew I’d meet you tomorrow—no, today—I couldn’t help but go to see your face last night. ….And then this happened.”
The mouth nibbling at the nape of the neck muttered like a monologue, crawling all over the neck, earlobes, and shoulders, leaving no spot untouched. Then, as if remembering, those lips moved down to lick and suck the nipple again, occasionally biting the surrounding area, making Seo Chi-young tremble and flinch within the arms that were still firmly clutching his waist. The hands gripping Jang Ui-geon’s thick forearms trembled along with him.
“And yet, like an idiot, I didn’t know what was what, why I was angry, or what I should do. I just paced around in anxiety—and then, just looking at your face, Chi-young, calms the boiling in my chest, so I’d just grin and be happy, and that’s how I ended up like this.”
“Ui, Geon… wait, th—”
Seo Chi-young gasped for air and tried to speak, but as if he didn’t want to hear whatever he had to say, Jang Ui-geon pulled Chi-young’s head toward him and kissed him.
“……..!!”
Chi-young’s eyes widened as he stared at the face pressing against his, so close he could barely see it. Amidst the sensation of his mouth being sucked in with a starved intensity, as if to devour him, he didn’t even notice Jang Ui-geon’s hurried hands stripping away his clothes.
But then, Jang Ui-geon suddenly pulled away. With their lips still nearly touching, he let out a ragged breath and growled like a beast.
“I might not know other things, but I know one thing for sure. What I’ve wanted to do all this time. While I was acting like a fool, coming and going every day just to see your face, being happy just to be with you, keeping you in my house or sitting in yours and chatting… I know now what I actually wanted. That much is certain.”
Suddenly, Jang Ui-geon shifted his body away. However, remaining perched on top of him so that Seo Chi-young couldn’t move, Jang Ui-geon threw off his disheveled shirt. A sturdy body, cast in deep shadows under the white moonlight, was revealed. While Chi-young stared blankly at the broad, thick shoulders backlit by the moon, Jang Ui-geon undid his waistband. Zip—knowing what that familiar sound was, Chi-young’s eyes widened.
“…….Do you understand, Chi-young? Putting on a good face on the outside while thinking only of doing this in my head, feeling guilt and confusion—in the end, it all comes down to this. While I was worrying that your heart had already drifted away, or that someone else might snatch you up from beneath my consciousness, in the end, I just wanted to do this with you.”
As he pulled back the fabric of his underwear, Jang Ui-geon’s member suddenly sprang out, long and hard. Seeing the thick piece of flesh standing stiff and throbbing without even needing a touch, Seo Chi-young froze, unable to even avert his gaze.
It didn’t feel real. Perhaps it was because the moonlight was too white. This man, casting a dark shadow over him, felt like a completely different monster from the person he knew. This man, whispering in a low, soft voice, speaking only strange words.
“Ui-geon… Mr./Ms. …
“Yes, Chi-young.”
Yet, the one answering Chi-young’s faint call was that very shadow looming over him, and that gentle voice was his.
“Th-this… is strange. This is, strange…”
What was strange? Everything was strange. There wasn’t a single thing that wasn’t strange. Jang Ui-geon looked down silently at Seo Chi-young, who was barely managing to stammer out words.
“It is strange, isn’t it.”
It was a murmur, like a sigh. That low murmur didn’t sound calmly settled, but rather subtly wavering, which felt unsettling. Yet, contrary to that anxious voice, the hand gently stroking Chi-young’s face was so warm it brought tears to his eyes, making Chi-young’s eyes widen.
“When these big eyes look at me so anxiously, I just lose all my strength; I can’t even get angry, and I feel like I have to give you everything you want… I still feel that way, …but I still can’t let go.”
The shadow cast over Seo Chi-young. Chi-young, please, a low voice pleaded in his ear.
“Today, I might do the most pathetic thing of my life. I feel like I’m becoming the most vulgar and hideous human in the world, but that depends on your answer. No matter what you answer, what I’m going to do is already decided—whether I fall to the bottom or if there’s some room for salvation, that part is up to you. …….Am I being cowardly? I didn’t know I was this cowardly.”
Jang Ui-geon kissed Seo Chi-young again. Those still greedy lips touched him this time with a certain caution, as if he were afraid. His hand slid smoothly over Chi-young’s body.
When his fingertips brushed over his wet chest, Seo Chi-young flinched reflexively, the memory of being sucked so hard it hurt just moments before etched into his body. However, as if gently soothing a shrinking body, or comforting a child crying in pain, the hand began to softly roll his nipple. Carefully, yet skillfully, so that he could feel sensations other than pain in the area that was swollen and sensitive.
“Uh,” the flustered Seo Chi-young tried to say something, but Jang Ui-geon, covering his lips, did not pull away. Pressing down on Chi-young, who lay on the floor, with his weight, he softly stroked his body.
And then he spoke.
“Chi-young. From now on, you’re sleeping with me. ……Is that okay?”
The moment those low, firm words entered his ear, Seo Chi-young froze.
It wasn’t a question, but a declaration of something already decided. And only then did Seo Chi-young vaguely realize why the man would fall to the bottom or not depending on his answer. Because no matter how he answered, the action the man would take was only one.
“…….”
Yes. Or no.
But neither thought came to mind. He didn’t know if it was good or bad. No, with his mind feeling as if it had been crushed and scrambled, he couldn’t think of anything at all.
No matter how hard he tried to hold onto his sanity and think properly, only confusion—the why and how—erased and re-erased his thoughts.
All that remained was an instinctive sense of fear. He wanted to flee from beneath this giant shadow, from this incomprehensible situation. His body, stiff and unable to move, trembled slightly. His eyes grew hot, and his vision began to blur.
He was scared. He was scared because he didn’t know who this man was, and though his mind was a mess and his heart was pounding with fear, he was scared because he didn’t understand why his body felt as hot as if it were on fire.
And yet.
“Chi-young. …….Please.”
When the shadow, whispering low and bowing his head, kissed Seo Chi-young and rubbed his cheek against his as if in distress, the hardened lines of his eyes reflected in the moonlight looked so anxious that he seemed on the verge of tears. The hand stroking Chi-young’s chest was trembling slightly with nervousness. The arm hugging Chi-young’s waist tightly was shaking with instability.
“………”
Seo Chi-young ended up nodding. He was still scared and terrified and didn’t know what was what, but he felt like he had to. He felt that only then would the man be able to lift that unknown anxiety, so Chi-young barely managed to shake his head up and down.
In that instant, arms hugged him with suffocating intensity, lips poured over his face, and hands gripped and stroked his body.
I’m so glad, he seemed to whisper.
“I don’t care what happens to me. I don’t care if I’m cowardly, or if I’m called a despicable human. I’m just glad that you—that Chi-young—didn’t make me feel miserable, …that you didn’t let me make you that way. …….Thank you.”
“Thank you,” he whispered once more and kissed Seo Chi-young deeply. When the lips finally parted after a long, suffocating time, Jang Ui-geon whispered low, his breath as ragged as Seo Chi-young’s, who was gasping for the air he hadn’t been able to breathe.
Finally, only now finally.
His faintly trembling voice seemed to say so.
He couldn’t regain his senses.
Jang Ui-geon had moved from Seo Chi-young’s face to his neck, his chest, and down to his stomach. By the time he was licking and biting near the navel, there was no part of Seo Chi-young’s body that Jang Ui-geon’s lips hadn’t touched. With red marks engraved all over his body, clearly visible even under the moonlight, Seo Chi-young was struggling to swallow the breaths that kept escaping him.
He could no longer distinguish whether these sensations, pouring down like a waterfall, were ticklish, painful, stinging, or pleasant.
“Ui, Ui-geon… Ui-geon, Ui-geon, …….”
Only his name escaped from his trembling lips in fragments. Even when he tried to say something else, his mind was so jumbled that words wouldn’t come. He only murmured that one name, the only thing that came to mind, like a parrot. And every time he did, Jang Ui-geon faithfully responded, “Yes, yes, Chi-young.”
Only upon hearing that answer did Seo Chi-young realize that this giant shadow embracing his body was Jang Ui-geon, and he felt a momentary sense of relief.
It was strange. That thought lingered in a corner of his chaotic mind. It couldn’t be Jang Ui-geon. The man currently holding him and showering him with foreplay couldn’t possibly be Jang Ui-geon. He was always a person who wore a pleasant, friendly smile from a step away. He was absolutely not someone who would clash with such greedy desire against Seo Chi-young.
Then who was this? This man who was obsessively biting, sucking, and engraving marks into every corner of his body.
Terrified, Seo Chi-young anxiously called out, “Ui-geon…?” and the answer “Yes, Chi-young” immediately returned, and Seo Chi-young repeated this cycle of momentary relief.
Meanwhile—
“Uh, ……., ……!!”
When the lips that had been meticulously grooming the area around his stomach moved a bit lower, Seo Chi-young unconsciously swallowed a short cry. He could feel his lower body, which had been gathering heat for a while, twitching.
He was hard. Even without looking, he knew his member was erect. Seo Chi-young’s face grew hot. In the dim light, his face flushed so much that he couldn’t bring himself to look at Jang Ui-geon, and in his helplessness, he raised his hand to cover his face.
Jang Ui-geon, whose lips were stroking a spot not even a palm’s width away, couldn’t possibly have missed that Seo Chi-young was erect.
After lingering there for a moment, Jang Ui-geon moved. At the sensation of lips slowly sliding down his member from root to tip, Seo Chi-young hurriedly lifted his head.
“Pl-please stop..”
To the whispering Seo Chi-young, who sounded as if he were about to cry, Jang Ui-geon, who was stroking that member with his lips, only looked up.
“Why? I did it for you before.”
Recalling that one night long ago when they had a clumsy encounter, Seo Chi-young’s face distorted as if he were truly about to cry.
“It’s, it’s dirty..”
“Is it dirty?”
Jang Ui-geon smiled, frowning slightly. But in the next moment, at the sensation of his testicles being sucked hard, Seo Chi-young shuddered and swallowed a shallow breath.
“It was so sweet that I thought about it for a long time afterward. To the point that the thought of how I could taste it once more wouldn’t leave my head.”
With that whisper, the roughened voice swallowed Seo Chi-young’s desire. The embarrassment and bewilderment that had surfaced in Seo Chi-young’s mind soon flew away. His clumsy desire, swallowed into the man’s mouth, began to swell distantly.
But it was then.
A strange sensation he had never felt before followed from below. Seo Chi-young shuddered at the sensation that shot up his spine with a chill.
“Ui-ge..!”
He couldn’t even finish the two syllables of the name. He had swallowed his breath at the spine-chilling sense of foreignness.
The fingers that had been groping between his buttocks, below his member, seemed to stop at a certain point and then began to push inside. Slowly, bit by bit, as if parting the folds, the thick-knuckled fingers pushed in slowly but persistently, bending slightly.
“Ui, Ui-geon, wait, ah, ah, ah, …….wa-wait a moment, there, I’m, dirty, strange…!”
He didn’t even know what he was saying. His body, struggling frantically, tried to flee reflexively. However, as Seo Chi-young tried to pull his hips back even slightly, the mouth sucking his member tightened. In the dizzying sensation where his vision momentarily went white, Seo Chi-young let out a short moan and arched his body, while the fingers probing below slowly increased in number—two, three—entering even deeper.
It was a strange feeling. A chilling sensation, similar to goosebumps, as if his spine were tightening, washed over his lower body.
It didn’t hurt. As a few fingers wiggled in and out of his body, the initial tightness became much softer. However, no matter how smoothly they moved, the fact that something was moving inside his body was extremely foreign and chilling. Seo Chi-young’s member almost withered due to the strange feeling in the back, but it repeatedly rose again inside Jang Ui-geon’s mouth, which constantly licked, sucked, and played with it.
Ui-geon, wait a moment, please the hand, please, but Jang Ui-geon did not listen to Seo Chi-young’s stammering pleas.
Having spent a considerable amount of time becoming somewhat accustomed to the mouth and hands devouring his front, back, and entire lower body, Seo Chi-young’s member no longer withered.
Even as the fingers pushed quite deep inside and moved in and out without hesitation, his member maintained its arousal, though his buttocks occasionally flinched.
At some point, short, tear-mixed moans of pleasure began to burst from Seo Chi-young’s mouth. So lost in the sensation that he didn’t even know how embarrassing the sounds escaping his mouth were, Seo Chi-young curled his body and blindly hugged Jang Ui-geon’s head. He couldn’t even tell if he wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
And that time of chaos did not last long.
The desire that had been gathering and swirling hotly in his lower body soon exploded.
“……!!”
His mind went blank. It felt as if white lightning were flashing in his head and body. He didn’t know what sound he made or how his body convulsed. He didn’t know how much time had passed.
At some point, he began to hear the sound of his own breathing in his ears. It felt as if a few seconds, or perhaps a few years, had passed.
His vision was blurry. As the fire that had heated his entire body subsided, his mind slowly cleared, but his vision remained blurred. Blinking once, Seo Chi-young realized then that tears had welled up in his eyes.
“………”
Naturally, it wasn’t because of pain or suffering. It seemed they had simply leaked out physiologically due to sheer bewilderment.
Seo Chi-young closed his eyes tightly. The tears pooling in his eyes formed droplets on his lashes. He looked exactly as if he were crying. Then, at that moment.
“Up until now, it’s been nothing but pleasant, so there should’ve been no reason to cry… You shouldn’t be crying already.”
A quiet voice, sounding troubled, covered Seo Chi-young. Seo Chi-young’s eyes snapped open.
Jang Ui-geon was looming over him, blocking his view like a roof. On the finger that lightly wiped the corner of his mouth, a white, viscous liquid was smeared. Realizing that it was the desire he had expelled, Seo Chi-young’s face immediately grew hot.
“I-I’m sorr—”
Seo Chi-young murmured in a crawling voice, but Jang Ui-geon, looking down at his damp finger, showed no sign of being displeased or offended. Slowly rubbing the liquid as if applying it to his own finger, he finally looked down at Seo Chi-young. Lowering his body to bring his face closer and moving his hand down, he spoke quietly.
“I think it’s my turn now. ……It’s been pulling so hard it hurts for a while.”
Beneath the voice that exuded a frighteningly clear desire, his hand was glimpsed shaking something. Seo Chi-young instinctively looked toward it and froze as if hit by cold water.
Below the waist of Jang Ui-geon, who was positioned between Seo Chi-young’s legs on his knees, his hand was gripping a heavy desire. The member, standing so stiff it looked painful, appeared like a terrifying monster, perhaps because of its dark red hue or the prominently bulging veins.
That large monster, tightly held in Jang Ui-geon’s big hand, pushed its head into Seo Chi-young’s groin while Seo Chi-young stared blankly, unable to even blink his wide eyes. Thump—the hot, wet tip touched the place that the fingers had persistently entered and loosened.
“…….!”
The moment Seo Chi-young reflexively recoiled and grabbed Jang Ui-geon’s arm as if to push him away.
“It’s okay to cry.”