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Side Story#3

Is this what the sweetness of newlyweds feels like? It was as savory as toasted sesame seeds and as meltingly sweet as honey, as if the two of them were the only people left in the world.

Though he was undoubtedly busy, the man stayed home and kept Eun-myeong tucked under his arm. He cherished him, holding him close as if he might fly away if he let go, or vanish like a bubble if he so much as touched water.

Furthermore, he hated it when Eun-myeong even scooped rice from the cooker.

‘Where do you think you’re looking?’

Gangster Misters brought food every other day, but setting the table was entirely his responsibility. He was a man who looked as if he had never stepped foot in a kitchen in his entire life, yet he personally set the table and even did the dishes for him.

He fed him, washed him, and even helped him relieve himself. Eun-myeong, who had been nestled in his arms like an obedient puppy, felt the urge to urinate and quietly stood up.

“I’m going to the bathroom….”

But [unauthorized [unauthorized copy]copy]what was this? Looking back, he saw the man following him into the bathroom. Eun-myeong, who had already lowered his pants, was utterly flustered.

“Why are you doing this again?”

Of course, the man didn’t listen to a word. He reached out with his robust hand and grasped the dangling penis. Eun-myeong jumped in surprise and struggled. His bladder was already full, and it felt as if the urine would squirt out the moment it was pressed. As if he already knew, the man deliberately tightened his grip.

“This is a difficult task; shouldn’t I, as your husband, naturally help you?”

Eun-myeong couldn’t possibly understand in what way or how this was considered a “difficult task.”

“I can pee on my own.”

The man gently coaxed Eun-myeong, saying that couples should share and do everything together. He persuaded him, telling him it wasn’t dirty at all, but rather a clean, holy water.

Eventually, overwhelmed by the surging urge to urinate, Eun-myeong gave up entirely. He truly didn’t know why the man kept wanting to see such scenes. Feeling distressed, he tried to quickly flush the lever, but the man stopped him, lowered his own zipper, and urinated as well.

“Mm.”

Only then did the man let out a low groan and press the lever. With a loud roar, [Read [Read on Read BL Novels]on Read BL Novels]Read on Read BL Novels -->the toilet flushed, mixing the impurities together. At that vulgar and obscene sight, Eun-myeong’s forehead hit the tiled wall with a thud.

The man pretended not to be enjoying it, but his crotch was bulging significantly. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed the man was simply satisfying a perverted desire.

Though it was a bit embarrassing and shameful, he was still very happy. He spent his days so lazily that he wondered if it was alright for him to enjoy such luxury.

However, he didn’t have the slightest intention of stepping outside the house…

It was because the house was, to a shocking degree, perfectly suited for Eun-myeong.

Not to mention the boiler running perfectly. The sink was incredibly clean and spacious. There were no smells, and the water poured out in a steady stream.

And the laundry. He used to struggle immensely, kneeling in a cramped bathroom every day washing clothes with laundry soap, but now, after dumping everything into the washing machine, the scent was fragrant and lovely.

The biggest shock was the electric rice cooker. There was a function called ‘cook,’ and when he made rice with it, the grains were fluffy and delicious.

The television had so many channels that he never grew tired of watching it all day. Among them, Eun-myeong’s favorite was the variety channel, which always played reruns no matter when he tuned in.

He especially loved a program called the Truth [visit our site[Read on Read BL Novels]style="font-size:0;position:absolute;left:-9999px;">]Game. Once he started watching, he would lose himself for hours.

The goal was to listen to the personal information provided by the person on the broadcast and determine if it was true or false, but Eun-myeong got every single answer wrong.

“That person, their way of speaking sounds exactly like someone in their 40s.”

Along with the sound of “Bell of Truth, ring!”, the truth was revealed.

Wrong. They were a teenager. Their aged appearance was the result of weathering the storms of a turbulent adolescence.

Next was picking a real Omega among Betas. After the cast discussed it for a while, they chose one person.

A pretty face stood beneath a large bell.

“As an Omega myself, I can tell; I don’t think that person is a real Omega.”

Eun-myeong’s eyes sparkled with sharpness. He nodded vigorously, claiming he was absolutely certain.

—Song Hae-gyo of Pyeongchang-dong’s identity was indeed an Omega!

In this way, not a single thing he said was correct. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Eun-myeong shut his mouth. He thought to himself that he really was terrible at reading people.

When the program ended, a short commercial aired. With a ‘kuuu’ sound, a cute character appeared and gulped down an orange carbonated drink. Watching it, he felt the illusion of a refreshing taste lingering in his mouth and suddenly craved it.

He flipped through a few channels with the remote. In truth, what Eun-myeong loved most of all were fishing programs. Since his original tastes didn’t change, he enjoyed the fishing channel like a man in his 50s.

“The best feeling of the catch is in the early morning. If you slice the fish into sashimi right there on the spot and eat it with cho-gochujang, it’s absolutely delicious.”

Eun-myeong, who wasn’t usually talkative, chattered away incessantly at times like this. The man, who had been flipping through documents and scribbling signatures beside him, let out a low hum from his throat.

“If you boil ramen and eat it while blowing on the broth, it’s a work of art.”

Perhaps remembering the taste, the man swallowed hard.

“It’s really the best. Next time I go fishing with you, I’ll catch a huge one for you. I’m good at catching them.”

Sensing a gaze, he looked beside him to find the man staring visit our siteintently at him. His hair, without hair gel, fell comfortably over his fRead on Read BL Novelsorehead, and he was wearing a V-neck that gave a glimpse of his chest muscles.

Why is he looking at me like that?

“Did I look like a fool because I got everything wrong earlier?”

“Really. I’m actually good at it,” Eun-myeong added with a clear, bright smile. His cheeks were flushed from the warmth.

“No, I’m just looking forward to how amazing that taste will be.”

At those words, Eun-myeong felt his heart swell like a ripe persimmon. It was just ramen eaten on a boat, yet the man reacted so positively that he felt incredibly happy.

Does he know? That he feels as if he is dreaming right now. He didn’t know how dreamlike it was to be in such a warm place, eating delicious food, and having small conversations while watching television.

Eun-myeong moved closer to him. The man wrapped his arm around Eun-myeong’s waist. Eun-myeong continued speaking in a low voice, as if sharing a secret.

“When it was this cold, there were more than a few times when I collapsed from inhaling briquette gas.”

In his neighborhood, at least one person died every year. Eun-myeong couldn’t even sleep [visit our sitestyle="opacity:0;font-size:1px;user-select:all;">stolen content]peacefully, fearing his Noona might die. Sometimes, his Noona would slap his [Read on Read BL Novels]cheeks to wake him up and feed him radish water. He had been intoxicated by the gas. For a while, his mind had been foggy, and he had been scolded.

“I’m so happy to be here. It’s warm and comfortable.”

Lately, Eun-myeong often stood in front of the window and looked down. In the so-called ‘Eun-myeong zone,’ there were white smudge marks from his hands.

Though he had become accustomed to the sight, Seoul was so unfamiliar that he hadn’t stepped outside once yet. Would there even be a place for him to set foot outside?

“Actually, I’m still a bit afraid to go out. Actually, a lot.”

When he said he was going to Seoul, the people at the sashimi restaurant had chimed in one by one. He had heard many times to be careful because Seoulites could cut your nose off while your eyes were open. They told him to stay sharp because people scam, betray, and constantly eye your pockets.

Since he had nothing to begin with, he was fine because there was nothing to steal, but more than that, he was afraid he wouldn’t fit in among them.

“I’m afraid people will notice that I’m inexperienced.”

Eun-myeong pressed his cheek against the man’s neck.

“Then there’s no need to go out. Just bury [[visit our site]class="wm" style="opacity:0;font-size:1px;user-select:all;">Read [stolen content]on Read BL Novels]your face in my side and hide. It’s not so bad to live clinging to me like a leech.”

Eun-myeong felt relieved by those words.

“Then I want to stay like this a little longer. Because I’m scared….”

The moonlight cast a long glow into the living room. Eun-myeong’s lips drooped sadly. He worried if he looked pathetic, but the man’s reflection in the glass window showed the corners of his mouth pulled wide in a grin.

For the man, there was no greater ecstasy than this.

If he could live like this for the rest of his life, what did it matter if he were drained of blood like a leech? He felt as if he could not only cut off his limbs to offer them, but even pull out all his internal organs for him.