By Zephyria 
The window, where semen had almost flowed down to the bottom, was soiled once again. Perhaps because it was mixed with Jeil Heon’s, it was much thicker and more abundant than before.
“Haa, haaa….”
His body heaved, flushed red as if he were actually being penetrated. This time, he didn’t even have the composure to feel embarrassed.
Yoo Jiha, who had been leaning against the window with his shoulders heaving, suddenly arched his back. Even after just ejaculating, the consistently thick member was pushing aside the folds of his skin. The glans, drenched in the semen of both men, smoothly forced open the entrance with a dull pressure and was swallowed whole. Jeil Heon’s hot breath poured over the back of his neck.
“Jiha, will you be okay? Can I put it all in?”
To be honest, he wasn’t okay at all. Though they hadn’t actually inserted anything yet, he felt drained as if he had just finished a full session of penetrative sex. On top of that, in an effort to get his money’s worth, he had spent nearly two hours swinging a golf club in front of a screen. To further maximize the value of the trip, he had forced himself to go to the sauna, and it was already long past his bedtime. Even if he closed his eyes now, he’d likely be out cold until tomorrow.
However, since he had come all this way for a staycation, he couldn’t give up sex with Jeil Heon. Even if he died of Boksangsa tomorrow, he was going to have sex today.
With grim determination, Yoo Jiha provoked his boyfriend.
“Mister, hngh, is that… all you’ve got?”
From behind, Jeil Heon let out a low, stifled chuckle, as if he found it hilarious.
“I guess it takes a bit longer because I’m older than you, Jiha.”
“Even if it’s not fully hard, if you put it all in, haah… it’ll be totally fine.”
“I’ll make sure to try and get it up faster from now on.”
“You definitely should.”
No sooner had he replied with a haughty air than the wet member pushed inside in one go.
“Ahak…!”
Yoo Jiha’s body shuddered at the thick heat that split him open and plunged deep inside. He had been prepared, but the moment of insertion was always as new and tight as the first time. The sudden surge of pressure crushed his chest, making it impossible to breathe properly.
“Breathe out slowly, yes, just like that.”
“Hngh, haaa….”
Until he grew accustomed to the member splitting him open, Jeil Heon showered him with kisses and tenderly stroked various parts of his sweat-slicked body. He was a man with a powerful grip. Hands that could easily break a human’s finger bones were infinitely gentle when they caressed him. Yoo Jiha could no longer recall the sensation of not being touched by those calloused, rough, and firm hands.
Every inch of skin the man’s hand softly touched was vividly stimulated, leaving him breathless. When Jiha nodded that he could move, Jeil Heon began to move his hips slowly. His body, well-acquainted with the pleasure of being filled from behind, quickly heated up. A wave of heat surged and rolled from inside his navel.
The speed of the thrusts from behind gradually increased. As if he had forgotten the struggle of being stretched to his limit, breathless moans burst repeatedly from Yoo Jiha’s lips.
“Ah, ahhk! Hngh…!”
As the night deepened, the waves seemed to grow rougher. Through a slightly open gap in the window, the sound of crashing waves echoed once. Suddenly, Jeil Heon’s mischievous joke about his moans potentially leaking outside flashed through his mind. Though his reason told him it wasn’t possible, Yoo Jiha reflexively bit his finger.
Before he could gnaw on his knuckle more than a few times, Jeil Heon gently pulled his face away.
“Is it too much for you?”
“N-no, it’s not that, hngh, the sound, the sound…!”
“Ah.”
Only then did Jeil Heon seem to remember what he’d said; he made a low sound in his throat and pushed his own finger into Yoo Jiha’s mouth instead. The finger, hotter than the already flushed interior of his mouth, pressed down his tongue and stirred inside. In sync with that, thrusts that made his entire body heave surged up from below. Yoo Jiha let out moans, haphazardly biting the finger stirring in his mouth.
Every time flesh clashed with a wet slapping sound, Yoo Jiha’s body flailed as if being bounced. Even when he tried to support himself against the wall, he kept slipping because of the sweat. Eventually, the strength in his waist, which he had barely managed to maintain, gave out.
But before his knees could buckle, the man behind him caught his legs. Jeil Heon hooked his arms under both of Jiha’s limp knees and lifted him up.
“Haa! Ahhh!”
When they had sex while being lifted and held before, he could have clung to him for support, but this time it was impossible. Letting out piercing moans, Yoo Jiha flailed his arms and dug his nails into the man’s forearms.
Because he was held from behind, the penetration was shallower than usual, but the precariousness of being suspended in mid-air fueled the pleasure. As Jeil Heon bounced Jiha’s body up and down, his hot whispers licked clingily against his ear.
“If we hadn’t turned off the lights, your erotic face would have been reflected in the window, wouldn’t it?”
“Ah, ahht! T-that kind of…!”
Would it only be his melting, flushed face that was reflected? The hole below, stretched wide and greedily swallowing his member; his lower abdomen bulging with every piston-like stroke; his erect, trembling penis; and his entire naked body, flushed and drenched in sweat—everything would have been visible. A version of himself tamed by Jeil Heon, a version only Jeil Heon could see. The mere thought sent a fierce wave of pleasure through him.
The thought that sounds might leak outside no longer entered his mind. Moans mixed with sobs blended with the sound of the waves, echoing through the room. Like a beast that knew no satiety, Jeil Heon continued to crave him as if he could never be satisfied.
In his melting, unfocused eyes, the scenery of moonlight shattering over the night sea sparkled like silk. It was a thought that occurred to him later, but the true value of the 1.49 million won was this magnificent moment.
The plan for the second day was also tight. He intended to do an ‘open run’ for the pool at 6 AM, leisurely taste every single item at the breakfast buffet, and then digest it all at the gym. He had set ten alarms starting from 5:40 AM, so there should be no problem with the schedule.
“Jiha, there’s only an hour left until breakfast ends. Do you want to keep sleeping? Should we just order room service for lunch later?”
“…?!”
He hadn’t heard a single alarm…? As soon as he moved, fatigue combined with unalleviated muscle pain surged through his entire body, but Yoo Jiha rose with superhuman endurance. Even if he died from overeating, he had to get his money’s worth. Of course, the person who had meticulously piled ‘everything from here to there’ onto his plate at the buffet was Jeil Heon.
After devouring the buffet until his stomach nearly burst while nodding off, he passed out again before finally checking out. He absolutely could not make it to the gym….
Originally, he had planned to relax at a cafe with a good view before taking an evening flight back, but he felt it would be unfair to end the staycation like this. While searching, he found an exhibition at an art gallery not far from the hotel.
Though it was mostly a filler activity, the folk art exhibition featuring themes related to Jeju Island from the past to the present was unexpectedly good. In particular, the folk paintings using palm trees and pineapples as motifs were unique and caught his eye.
Following Yoo Jiha, who was excitedly looking around and momentarily forgetting his fatigue, Jeil Heon suddenly stopped in front of a certain painting. The folk painting, by an unknown artist and without a title, gave off a strange yet intense feeling. It depicted a scene where a path on Jeju Olle Trail Course 25 led directly into the Great Blazing Hell, showing sinners undergoing harsh torture.
The caption for the painting explained that it carried a moral lesson: ‘One may inadvertently walk a path of daily life, only to accumulate sins and head toward hell.’ Was this his taste? The painting felt a bit eerie, but thinking it was Jeil Heon’s taste made it seem unique and cool.
Rubbing his right eye as if it were stinging, Jeil Heon stared intently at the painting while searching the news on his phone. Missing persons on Jeju Olle Trail Course 25. Four people had gone missing in less than a month. Victims of violent crimes are usually women, but strangely, three of the missing persons were physically fit men. Yoo Jiha’s pupils trembled at a sudden realization.
“Mister, could this painting be…?”
“Yes. It’s an anomaly.”
“…….”
He had encountered an anomaly again while on a date….