By Zephyria 
“Yes. Would you like to order?”
“One iced Americano, please.”
“For here?”
“Yes.”
“Please insert your card up front. Do you have our cafe stamp card?”
“…Here.”
The man pulled a stamp card from his wallet and held it out. Eun-ha took it and stamped it, idly mulling over the man’s wallet and the watch he had glimpsed inside his sleeve.
It was a product from a high-end brand even an outsider would recognize. Even his clothing, which at a glance seemed like something easily bought on the street, were in fact all expensive items. He could roughly estimate. Because the ‘Lee Eun-ha chaebol heir theory’ that Jeong-ho periodically brought up wasn’t actually a groundless rumor. After all, you see things according to what you know.
It was one of two things. Either he was genuinely wealthy, or he was pretending to be well-off and showing off.
Whichever it was, the man’s action of meticulously keeping and never missing the ‘buy ten drinks, get one free’ stamp card was quite peculiar.
Eun-ha handed back the stamp card. Their fingertips brushed for a fleeting moment as he took it.
For a very brief instant, the man flinched.
Then, with a composed hand, he finished taking the card and put it back into his wallet.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll have it ready for you shortly.”
Thank you. The man politely replied again in a pleasant, low-pitched voice. He stepped back a couple of steps and waited. Shortly after, he picked up his coffee from the counter. Eun-ha followed his retreating back with his eyes.
The seat the man chose was a sunny window seat on the first floor. Unfailingly, again today.
Eun-ha’s private cafe was a sizable two-story building. True to its location in Daehak-ro, the second floor was mostly composed of seats arranged for comfortable studying, and most customers preferred it there. The first floor only started filling up once the second floor was packed. Some customers even left to find another cafe if there were no seats on the second floor.
But the man stuck to the first floor. He always sat in a spot visible from the counter. Which meant that the man could also see Eun-ha whenever he wanted.
And he actually did just that.
Eun-ha wondered why the man—that is, a male student presumably attending the university in front of the cafe—came here every day and lingered somewhere around that area before leaving.
No. Actually, he wasn’t curious. Because he already knew.
Not knowing that would be tantamount to being a fool.
Just then. As he unconsciously turned his head, their eyes met. The man, whose eyes had crinkled slightly—for who knows how long he had been watching—demurely lowered his gaze to the notebook spread open on the table.
Eun-ha naturally averted his eyes just like that and sank into thought. With his arms loosely folded, watching the people passing by outside the clean glass window, Jeong-ho leaned his body sideways towards him. As if telling a secret.
“That customer seems a bit strange, don’t you think?”
“In what way?”
“It seems like he only asks for a stamp when you, CEO-nim, are at the counter. …Am I mistaken?”
Eun-ha let out a light sigh. If even a third party noticed the fact, it was easy to guess just how vividly Eun-ha himself was sensing the man’s presence.
“…You’re probably mistaken.”
If that was the only strange thing, it would be fortunate. The fact that he showed up daily and, of all places, chose to linger on the first floor was already not a normal phenomenon. And what about the subtle reactions revealed every time their eyes occasionally met?
Jeong-ho muttered.
“He’s pretty famous, by the way.”
“That customer?”
“Yes. At the university.”
“Why?”
“Just because he’s handsome. He’s always posted about on Everytime. So I thought he was in the modeling department, acting department, or something like that, but apparently not. Where was it… I think they said he’s in some department in the College of Fine Arts…….”
“Ahh.”
Whether he was bored or had nothing better to do, Jeong-ho prattled on about the university community app. Eun-ha played along appropriately and glanced over at the man. Strange.
He rubbed the briefly touched fingertip with his thumb.
Probably something perverted, he thought. He turned his head away without any particular feeling.
“Fuck, Lee Eun-ha.”
A fierce curse erupted from above his head. It happened simultaneously as the man, who had him lying face down lengthwise on the bed, holding his lower back down with both hands as if pressing it, and thrusting into the hole, stiffened all his muscles rigidly.
He let out a low moan. The lower belly pressed against his buttocks twitched, and then semen spurted thickly inside the inner wall. Eun-ha also reached a light climax and shuddered his shoulders. He squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t count how many times it was. It felt like his brain was emptying out from the repeated orgasms. Eun-ha liked that sensation, as if his hair was turning white. He wanted to remain as long as possible in that blank state, where no thoughts could take root due to the languid weakness creeping through his entire body, exactly like becoming an idiot.
As he lay sprawled out, breathing raggedly and listlessly, the penis filling the hole pulled out. It made a lewd sound because he had come inside three times. Not using a condom was quite a mannerless act, but Eun-ha didn’t particularly care about such things. Instead of finishing the act, the man who had pulled out his penis rubbed the glans over the slick entrance. He let out a languid breath. It was a messy afterglow. Eun-ha quietly let the man use his body as a tool to savor the lingering sensations.
Soon, the man, who let out a satisfied sigh, flopped down onto the spot beside him. He casually draped an arm over Eun-ha’s body.
“It was good, again today. Ha. Fucking refreshing.”
“……Don’t talk like an old man.”
“I’m at the age to be called that now.”
The man giggled and laughed. He was thirty-four. Of all things. It wasn’t intentional. But maybe it was intentional that he only met partners older than himself. Eun-ha sometimes thought that version of himself was pathetic.
The man, Jeong Tae-geon, was currently Eun-ha’s partner. A relationship based on physical purposes only, excluding emotions. It wasn’t a long-standing relationship. It had been about two and a half months now. He lowered his hand and grabbed one of Eun-ha’s buttocks. He kneaded it roughly, then pulled it apart and thrust his index and middle fingers firmly into the gaping entrance. The fingers stirring the sticky path were unhesitating.
“It’s full of semen, here.”
“Take it out, then. It’s gross.”
“It’s all melted inside. Mushy.”
“…….”
“If I fucked you now, I bet it’d feel fucking amazing.”
“What am I supposed to do about that.”
“Let’s do it just one more time. Hyung will make you go crazy.”
“Bragging… You’ve used up all your stamina. You don’t even have any more come left.”
“Fuck? That fucking stings.”
“If it weren’t true, it wouldn’t sting.”
“…Got nothing to say to that?”
A meaningless laugh burst out simultaneously. Judging solely by his vulgar speech, he seemed like nothing but a pesky delinquent, but seeing how he didn’t mind words that should scratch his pride made him seem definitely like an adult.
Eun-ha liked relationships with such people. Simple and clean. Because they clicked when they needed to and their interests aligned without needing to annotate every minor word or action. Because they didn’t clash emotionally. It was comfortable and convenient.
A relationship with a clear, defined boundary. A relationship where they shared body heat and alleviated loneliness but emotions were entirely absent. It was the kind of relationship Eun-ha pursued.
But as with all things in the world, human relationships couldn’t all flow exactly as one wanted. Just like the partner position, which changed quite frequently.
Eun-ha turned his body sideways. With his back to Jeong Tae-geon, he recalled the events of about three months ago. His partner at the time. The person with whom they had started meeting cleanly by mutual agreement, but whose ending was very messy. The person who didn’t even bother to hide his feelings anymore.
The fingers rummaging inside the hole scooped out the pooled semen. Feeling a faint sensation of arousal rising, he quietly held his breath. It wasn’t exactly a considerate touch, but as he silently received the aftercare, which showed no sign of annoyance, he pondered deeply. How much longer could this continue with this person?