By Zephyria 
Side Story Episode 11.
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It wasn’t an excuse. Setting aside the important fact that he wouldn’t actually get hurt, he had never once imagined pushing him against a wall or grabbing him by the hair in his daily life.
Only at times like this did a bright red, hot impulse surge through his blood and heat his mind. He felt such pleasure seeing the outlines of Joo-oh’s once-flat lower abdomen bulge and ripple because he was thrusting so violently.
“Uuu… nnngh.”
When Joo-oh made a sound like he was crying, the excitement only intensified. Even though he knew Joo-oh would shed tears out of pleasure rather than cry because of this treatment, it didn’t matter.
Jin Mu-hae didn’t stop for a single moment, driving into the trembling body until the forceful movements pushed him back so far that his head finally hit the armrest of the sofa.
He squeezed his eyes shut as the sensation of climax surged, feeling as if he might burst. After thrusting for a long while, he looked at Joo-oh with a menacing glint in his eyes, only to realize belatedly that Joo-oh’s face was covered by the uniform jacket.
When on earth had he covered it? With a sharp flick, he swept the clothes away, revealing a face with eyes nearly unfocused from panting.
His entire face was flushed and the corners of his eyes were red, as if he had been stifled by the heat and lack of air. Mu-hae pressed his lips against the mouth that was gasping, half-conscious.
He entwined his tongue without giving him a moment to breathe, sliding between teeth that parted without resistance.
Sweat dripped heavily. They were thick droplets, as if he had been caught in the rain. The back of the hand he used to brush back his hair while thrusting upward was drenched.
He couldn’t tell if it was because the weather was hot or if his body temperature was simply soaring. His mind felt cooked; he couldn’t distinguish the two.
Drenched in moisture—not knowing whose sweat it was—Joo-oh clung to him, fluttering. As Mu-hae rubbed his nose against Joo-oh’s shoulder, he smelled the scent of new clothes, and he felt the member that had already spent itself several times slowly rise again, shaking in time with the rhythm.
“I love it… hieuk, Jin Mu-hae. I love it.”
By this point, Joo-oh could barely say anything else. He was incessantly overwhelmed by how much he loved it.
He loved Jin Mu-hae. He loved the feeling of being held by Jin Mu-hae. He loved it when Jin Mu-hae kissed him, and when he pushed deep inside. He loved Jin Mu-hae, who looked at him with eyes that seemed ready to burn everything down whenever he lifted his head while panting.
Like an automaton, he just kept letting out words saying that he loved Jin Mu-hae in every possible direction—north, south, east, and west—and once Mu-hae came wetly inside him, he quickly clung to him, begging for a kiss.
He seemed to know from experience that Mu-hae became a bit more affectionate at times like this. Pretending to be dazed, he was truly a sharp fellow.
Drip. Another thick drop of sweat fell onto him. With a mind clouded as if he had heatstroke, Mu-hae lifted the disheveled youth and held him.
He sat back on the sofa, still keeping their lower halves connected. Sweat soaked the cover, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to care.
Thump. As Joo-oh sat on his lap, the member buried even deeper, causing Joo-oh’s waist to shudder and his body to twist.
If he had applied even a little strength to his tightly bound wrists, they would have come loose instantly, but he kept them fixed until the end, the tips of his damp black hair trembling.
It felt like his brain was melting. Even as he felt this repeatedly, his lower body continued as if it had its own separate brain installed.
The excitement was so relentless it was almost painful. There had never been a way to calm down when Joo-oh kept clinging to him like this.
That was why he had rubbed him between his legs without using his hands. Thrust. As the shaft stabbed in and withdrew, it made a squelching sound, creating bubbles.
“What are you going to do if you get caught doing… kgh, this with your instructor?”
With a sliver of his consciousness remaining, he made an inappropriate joke. Joo-oh just panted with unfocused eyes, whether he was listening or not.
When Mu-hae hugged him tightly, a vacant, airy laugh escaped him.
“Mm, then just live with the instructor.”
He gave an astounding answer. His lips, plump from being licked so much, mumbled.
As if he had never been affected by the heat, Mu-hae’s excitement surged again, and he pressed the man with bound arms down onto the sofa.
It seemed impossible to end this moderately. Buttons from the clumsily torn shirt flew off here and there, rolling with a clicking sound.
It was a disastrous sight, hard to believe it was a garment that had only just met its owner.
“I heard some people at the Return flight agreed with West Wind. They might not think highly of Director Gil.”
“He said that?”
“No. But that’s how it sounded. I think he doesn’t want it to have a bad influence on Jin Mu-hae.”
“He said that was a secret…”
After a ‘mating’ session that felt like it had squeezed every drop of moisture from their bodies into sweat, the newly bought sofa had been sacrificed once again.
The sofa wasn’t the only thing that met its end. The summer uniform shirt had lost its buttons and the shoulder seams had burst wide open, turning it into a rag.
“I just thought it was a secret. Since he only told me when Jin Mu-hae wasn’t around.”
“Did he seem like he didn’t want you to say it?”
“Hmm. I’m not sure about that. But he didn’t tell me not to say it.”
The brazen expression on his face, suggesting he had done nothing wrong, was incredibly cheeky. As soon as Mu-hae tapped his head, he rolled half a turn and clung to his chest again.
His ears were ringing and his head felt like it would explode, but after enjoying an ice bath, Joo-oh was more than just energetic; he was more refreshed than he had been in the morning, his face practically glowing.
“There’s no one who dislikes Jin Mu-hae.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Everyone in the Jaegang District likes you. I confirmed it while taking walks.”
“…….”
Suddenly, a flushing moment from a few days ago crossed Mu-hae’s mind. The way Joo-oh had suddenly grabbed Mu-hae’s arm and hoisted it up like a victorious wrestler, shouting things like ‘The Best!’ and ‘A sturdy young man!’ as if advertising him.
Was it because of what he heard from Director Gil? Thinking about it was absurd, but he found his lips twitching at the thought of Joo-oh’s consideration.
“And since Park Tae-sun decided to stick with Jin Mu-hae, no one can act up anymore. Director Gil is a fool too.”
Despite being a fool himself, Joo-oh gave a cold evaluation and rubbed his smooth skin all over the other man’s shoulder and chest.
To think that ten days ago, when he said he was going to meet him, this guy had his eyes lit up like high beams and wore his finest clothes…
‘You are becoming more and more of a big shot, indeed.’
‘I should be the one saying that to you.’
‘Can I take the fact that you’re telling me this as an answer regarding the upcoming investment? Or perhaps you’re being generous for the sake of my son. Either way, I welcome the opportunity.’
‘If you would take my hand, it would be an unparalleled opportunity and honor for us as well.’
Park Tae-sun was the counterweight in the gradually tilting balance between the Mayor Faction and the Council Faction.
The Council Faction, whose position had narrowed due to West Wind’s activities, was hanging their lifeline on a few business tycoons, including him.
However, that was only because the closest string that could pull Park Tae-sun up belonged to the Council. Now that the Mayor Faction had a promising aide, that ambitious old man would not settle for a withering vine.
Having finally satisfied West Wind with this harvest that had rolled in like a vine, Mu-hae had a thought.
The reason the situation between the two factions had shifted so dramatically recently was, if one dug deep into the cause, ultimately thanks to the vegan society massacre—the stage he had set and where Joo-oh had run wild.
Then shouldn’t that be counted as an achievement on this side? Because of that incident, he had wandered around the outskirts of Goryeo City for over a month.
“What is it now?”
“……Nothing.”
“What do you mean nothing? You just put something under your clothes. What is that dirty cover? Where did that suddenly come from?”
“I didn’t put anything.”
“……The notebook.”
Mu-hae, who had been lying leisurely, sat up with a sudden glint in his eyes. A possession of his that he had lived forgetting for a while suspiciously flashed through his memory.
Just now, while lying still, Joo-oh had slipped a notebook that looked exactly like it under his clothes.
That object… the one he had used to endlessly draw Joo-oh’s face when he was bored to death in prison…
“Who told you to peek? Give it here.”
“No. I don’t have it.”
“Lift your hem.”
“Ta-da. See? Nothing!”
He had clearly seen him tuck it in there with his own two eyes. But even when he felt around the spot where Joo-oh had been lying, the familiar cover did not appear.
…If he didn’t have it, then fine. Mu-hae’s hair had almost stood on end thinking Joo-oh had seen it. Recalling the hand-drawn scribbles he had made that looked quite similar, Mu-hae looked down at the straight, handsome face.
Haha! Joo-oh laughed out of nowhere, feeling great. It was a smile filled with happiness, the kind he usually only showed when cooking a meal himself.
“Jin Mu-hae. Are you going to the electronic store tomorrow?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t say I told you.”
“He’ll probably know even if I don’t. And since I’m allowed to know, isn’t that why he let it slip to you?”
Despite spending his time dealing with profitable scrap metal in the slums, Director Gil was a more cautious and worried person than anyone.
Mu-hae believed that past experiences had a profound influence on his thinking. After suffering all sorts of hardships overnight, he had even been cut off by his family.
Where he chose to live was entirely up to him. However, Mu-hae decided to interfere with his decision this time.
Even when he walked the streets as the son of a criminal and a rough mercenary, he had never shrunk or been afraid of anyone’s gaze.
Much less someone like Director Gil, who had survived diligently without even leaving his designated district. He was far more comfortable and reassuring than Joo-oh, who bragged about him in the streets.
The only problem was that if he wanted to buy the pie the Director liked, he would have to stop by the Jaegang District again…
“Do you have any snacks left?”
“Why? Is Jin Mu-hae hungry?”
“I’m not, so don’t rustle and open packages here. Where did you suddenly pull that out from?”
The world he had seen, heard, and experienced was damn wide. Things, relationships, or emotions to replace what was lost were always bound to be within reach somewhere.
Chewing on a cookie that had been forced into his mouth, Mu-hae looked at Joo-oh’s expectant face.
“……It’s tasty.”
Perhaps because he had sweated so much earlier, he no longer felt the heat.
Ignoring the moisture slowly gathering at the edge of his forehead, Mu-hae pulled the youth, who was clinging to him warmly, closer.