By Zephyria 
“Why are you such a good kisser? I’m getting jealous.”
“How old do you think I am?”
“You’re an elder who’ll be turning a hundred soon, aren’t you?”
“……Let’s not talk about age.”
“Why? Is it not enough that you’re being given the chance to strip a fresh young man sixty years your junior?”
Having brought up age only to lose the argument, Kim Si-baek silenced the chattering tongue with his own.
Willingly returning the kiss, Tae-un’s lips began to move downward, nibbling on the lower lip. He pressed his lips against the skin with wet, smacking sounds, moving past the jawline down to the nape of the neck. Unlike the previous night, when he had buried his face just to inhale the scent, a soft yet slick sensation now rubbed against the skin of the neck.
A small laugh escaped as the ticklish sensation of being licked on the nape made him gasp. Tae-un, who was already prone to clinging, rubbed his head against him like a giant dog. The fine hairs brushing against skin flushed from the intense kissing felt soft, yet sent a shiver through him, as if foreshadowing something to come.
“Ugh!”
Suddenly, Tae-un opened his mouth and bit hard into the Adam’s apple. The sensation of the thick, curved line being fully engulfed and chewed caused Kim Si-baek’s back to shudder.
Throwing his head back with a moan, Kim Si-baek stumbled backward under Tae-un’s weight until his legs hit something, and he fell with a thud. Only after falling did he realize he had hit a massage chair. His senses returned slightly. This was the office, and he was in a breakroom where anyone could walk in at any moment.
“Let’s stop now. The Head of Research is probably waiting, and you should go back and rest too.”
“…….”
“……Um, Un-ah?”
“Yes?”
Tae-un, who had been sucking on the nape of the neck regardless of the fall into the massage chair, lifted his head languidly only after being called again. Kim Si-baek flinched. He hadn’t noticed until now because he was so focused on the kissing, but the boy’s eyes had completely glazed over.
Instinct rang an alarm. Dangerous. This is dangerous…… Kim Si-baek hurriedly tried to push Tae-un away, but those shoulders, hard as stone, didn’t budge an inch. Instead, a gloved hand began to slide under the knit sweater he was wearing.
“Wa-wait a second. Un-ah, calm down. We’re in the office building. Right?”
“I own this building. I bought it in cash without any bank loans, so I can use it however I want.”
“What if other people come in!”
“Let them look. I have a big cock, so I don’t care. You’re big too, Hyung, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Hyung never raised you to be such a per— Ngh!”
Kim Si-baek’s desperate protest—’Hyung never raised you to be such a pervert’—turned into a moan as lips clamped down and sucked fiercely on his collarbone. Having quickly carved a red mark into the pale skin, Tae-un pressed a satisfied, smacking kiss there.
“Don’t meet any other women while you’re here…… I’m the only one who can leave marks on your skin. Right?”
“I get it, I get it, so for now just……”
If he really applied strength, he could shake Tae-un off, but if he accidentally tripped or tumbled over in the process, it would be a disaster. The boy was already frail and had been sick for days; what if he got seriously hurt again?
Having raised Tae-un with such precious care that he feared he might blow away in the wind or extinguish if gripped too hard, Kim Si-baek found it difficult to be firm. In Kim Si-baek’s eyes, Tae-un’s thick, muscular forearms stretching the dress shirt and suit jacket looked as fragile as reeds that might snap.
As he struggled to push him away without hurting him, his hand slipped and pressed the power button on the remote resting on the armrest. Drrrrr. Immediately, the vibration of the massage chair began to surge from below. Tae-un smiled brightly with unfocused, hazy eyes.
“Wow, Hyung. It’s like a bed with a vibration function in a cheap love hotel. This is the best.”
“This isn’t a bed, it’s a breakroom massage chair!”
“As long as you can fuck and be fucked in it, even a public restroom is a bed.”
Could he actually try to tangle with him in a public restroom later? A sudden chill ran down his spine.
〈Shall we have sex here? I’m certainly fond of outdoor play.〉
Why was that nonsense coming back to him now? Kim Si-baek trembled. To draw a clear line with the clinging Tae-un, he couldn’t just let this slide.
“If you keep this up, Hyung is going to be angry.”
As he lowered his voice with emphasis, focus finally returned to Tae-un’s pupils.
“It’s disconcerting that you’re suddenly like this right after a kiss, and it’s even more problematic because we’re at the company. So cool your head down. Okay?”
He tried to reason calmly, but it didn’t work on Tae-un, who had been spoiled and was determined to be disobedient.
“Hyung is hard too.”
Tae-un covered Kim Si-baek, pressing down on him as he lay in the massage chair. The sensitive sensation of their erect genitals pressing against each other through their trousers sent a jolt of electricity up his spine.
Tae-un, rubbing his lips against the nape of the neck, sucked on the round earlobe. With their faces pressed close again, humid breaths fell and tickled the skin. As the tongue, which had been chewing and licking, slid along the outer ear, a tingling sensation—as if every fine hair were standing on end—escaped from between his teeth as a moan.
This was bad. At this rate, he was actually going to give in. He might have if they were at home, but he couldn’t do this at the office. However, he was so worried that he might break a bone or cause a bruise if he used too much force that he couldn’t bring himself to push hard.
In this situation, he had no choice but to use his last resort.
Just as Kim Si-baek resolved to pick Tae-un up in a princess carry to separate them, the breakroom door slammed open, and Lee Han-gyeol’s bewildered voice rang out loudly.
“Hyung-nim! I can see, uh, letters in the air!”
[Death and Beauty proclaims that the younger brother of my apostle has read the divine utterance.]
“Death and Beauty is that… the one you mentioned, Hyung-nim……”
[Death and Beauty proclaims that the younger brother of my apostle……]
Lee Han-gyeol, eyes wide in shock, and Biyendwe, who had been lifted up with his mouth agape, witnessed it. They saw the two of them tangled together and fallen over, with the massage chair—serving as a substitute for a vibrating bed—shaking violently.
If it had stopped there, they might have been able to escape into denial with something like, ‘Hahaha, you two are getting along so well you’re even using the massage chair together! ^^’, but Kim Si-baek’s knit sweater was pushed up to his chest, and Tae-un’s hand was groping his bare skin.
“…….”
Lee Han-gyeol closed the breakroom door slowly, his eyes still wide. Like a child who had witnessed their parents’ sexual intercourse, the tiny face of the baby crow, overwhelmed by betrayal and shock, slowly disappeared through the gap in the door.
Amidst an embarrassment that turned his neck bright red, Kim Si-baek lifted Tae-un in a princess carry to move him away, and Tae-un, perhaps surprised by the sudden situation, allowed himself to be carried obediently.
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〈He is the avatar of the god I serve.〉
Mulling over the words Kim Si-baek had left, Lee Han-gyeol lifted the baby crow. According to Kim Si-baek, the source of the power he possessed was faith. Power stemming from belief.
Lee Han-gyeol was non-religious. If Tae-un had a religion, he might have followed along and imitated him until he believed, but he didn’t have any particular faith.
That didn’t mean he was an atheist or a religious skeptic. Since faith wasn’t an essential mechanism for hunting magical beasts, he simply had no opinion on the matter. Such was the recollection of a boy who, at the age of eleven, had been solely preoccupied with surviving the magical beasts. Whether a person had a religion or not, they lived and died equally.
However, there was clear proof that Kim Si-baek’s faith was a great help to survival. Moreover, he was someone Tae-un trusted. Perhaps even more than those from the same Hope Orphanage.
‘So, if this… no, if this person… is the avatar, does believing in him become faith?’
The starting point was quite personal. But personal desires and wishes are often the driving force of life, and the god of mak slecht affirms human trivialities.
“…….”
Biyendwe, an inexperienced god, merely stared blankly, even though he knew the human’s gaze toward him had become serious.
He had no intention of stealing a believer from someone else’s place of business. Therefore, uttering the divine utterance was nothing more than a meaningless habit.
[Death and Beauty says that no matter how much you look at me, nothing will change.]
“Wh-what?!”
But he had read it.
Lee Han-gyeol practically screamed as he bolted upright from his chair. This was the full story of the moment the first believer of the God of Death and Beauty was born on Earth.
After barely catching the fleeing Biyendwe and Lee Han-gyeol, he brought them back to the breakroom.
“Y-y-you can continue what you were doing, Hyung-nim.”
Kim Si-baek’s face turned red again. Before he could even ask them to please forget it, Tae-un interrupted in a somewhat cold voice.
“Get used to it, because you’ll see things way worse than this in the future.”
“……?!”
What kind of absurdity was this, suggesting something worse than tangling in a breakroom in broad daylight? Terrified, Kim Si-baek blocked Tae-un’s mouth with Biyendwe. Lee Han-gyeol’s pupils trembled even more.
“D-didn’t you say he’s the avatar of a god? Is it okay to treat him so roughly?”
[Death and Beauty answers that for the sake of my apostle’s peace of mind, your god can endure the hardship.]
“Agh! The letters appeared again!”
“Please calm down for a moment.”
[Death and Beauty soothes you, saying that if you truly cannot get used to it, he will not send them in the future.]
“Hieek……”
While the commotion surrounding the divine utterances continued, Tae-un, who was the only one unable to read anything and thus left out, narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction.