By Zephyria 
For the time being, he intended to study at home rather than the library. In the middle of his studies, he checked the clock and saw it was past 1 AM. While checking the messages that had arrived in the meantime, the name Je Seong-jae suddenly caught his eye. He took a screenshot of the profile of Je Seong-jae, with whom he had developed a relationship of exchanging occasional greetings, and sent it to his Noona.
[I got your Chairman’s number lol]
[Seeing you act out again, it must be exam period]
How did she know?
For a college student with exams right around the corner, grades were a bigger concern than monsters. Since he had crammed his classes into three days, the exams were also clustered together, putting him in a perfect state to drop dead. The thought that he had to do this for another four semesters was bleak. But wouldn’t the future version of himself find a way somehow?
Yoo Jiha, having tossed the bleakness of the future onto his future self, let out a groan and flopped onto the bed. He needed to wash up and sleep, but he was too lazy to move. While he was wriggling on the bed, there was a knock, and Jeil Heon opened the door slightly.
“Are you still studying? Shall I peel some fruit for you?”
It was perfect timing, as he was in need of some “Ahjussi therapy.” Lying face down, Yoo Jiha simply raised his hand and patted the spot next to him on the bed, and Jeil Heon understood the clumsy gesture perfectly. Feeling him sit on the edge of the bed, Jiha hugged his waist and rubbed his face against him.
“I want to eat something other than fruit.”
Slightly lifting his head, Yoo Jiha poked out his cheek. If he got “dipped” again this time, he would tell Gong Ran-sa and get him kicked out of Pilgyeongdang. With a faint chuckle, Jeil Heon leaned down and bit his skin. Not the cheek, but the upper lip.
His playfully flickering tongue slid between the lips that had parted in surprise. As he explored deeply, tasting a tongue as sweet as ripe fruit, Jiha’s mouth finally melted softly, and a faint moan escaped. Jeil Heon pulled his lips away for a moment, grabbed Yoo Jiha, pulled him up to sit on his thigh, and bit his lip again.
He should be used to it by now—the sound of friction from their rubbing flesh, the wet, squelching sounds in their entwined mouths—but he just couldn’t get used to it. Yoo Jiha panted for breath, his cheeks flushing as if it were his first kiss.
“Hng, haa… You know how to kiss, but you always just do the ‘dipping’…”
“What can I do? Your cheeks look so delicious.”
“Are your cheeks tastier than my lips?”
“There isn’t a single part of our Jiha that isn’t pretty.”
He didn’t know if he was just brushing it off or being sincere, but it made him feel good. His blood circulated rapidly, and his entire body burned hot, as much as the heat transmitted from their meeting lips. When he clumsily chased the tongue and crossed into Jeil Heon’s mouth, the other let out a small laugh and pulled him in deep. The thrill of rubbing against the wet membranes caused an erotic sound to echo in his throat involuntarily.
“Uh-h… Nng, hng.”
Jeil Heon firmly supported and held Jiha’s waist as it wavered from the loss of strength. Hanging onto those broad shoulders and moaning, Yoo Jiha felt a hand slowly stroking his back, lifting his T-shirt. Every time the hand, calloused and firm, left a distinct mark on his soft skin, his waist trembled. The tingling sensation running down his spine grew more intense, turning into a clear longing.
That reaction wasn’t only Yoo Jiha’s. Jeil Heon’s lower half, pressed against him, had also become heavy. The desire to knock the man over and climb onto his waist burned intensely, but Yoo Jiha swallowed his tears of frustration and pushed his shoulder away. Then, he cried out sorrowfully.
“If I, do it with Ahjussi, I’m so exhausted that the aftereffects last until tomorrow. I have to abstain from sex until exams are over…!”
“You said it was okay because I’m small?”
“Th-that, the, the size doesn’t matter, the physical burden is…!”
Jeil Heon, listening amusedly to Yoo Jiha’s incoherent rambling born of panic, curled the corners of his mouth.
“Shall I do it with my mouth?”
“…?!”
Mouth? What did he mean by doing something with his mouth? A kiss? It must be a kiss, right? As Yoo Jiha’s brain attempted to escape reality, shocked by the word, an erotic demon whispered to him. A kiss on the cock. Ack! How could someone with such a clean face say such le-le-lewd things…!
“H-how can two strangers who are not even m-married do such a promiscuous…!”
“Mm, we aren’t married yet, so it is a bit much, isn’t it? I should stop.”
“Wait! You have to ask a Korean three times!”
“Shall I do it with my mouth?”
Jeil Heon asked again in the same teasing tone, and Yoo Jiha opened his lips with a bright red face. However, before a single syllable could escape, Jeil Heon had already picked him up and laid him on the bed. His body was hoisted up, and suddenly he saw the ceiling; even in his disorientation, the erotic demon’s whispers didn’t stop. A kiss on the cock. The man actually did exactly that.
“Hik! Ah-h, hng!”
When Jeil Heon pulled down his pants and took his member into his mouth through the underwear, a strange sound burst out. Startled by his own reaction, Jiha hurriedly covered his mouth, but the moment he felt the tongue sweeping up the shaft, it became impossible to hold back the moans. Through the thin, wet fabric, the hot tongue rubbed the swollen member and licked the tip.
It was incomparable to the masturbation he did occasionally, and a different, more intense stimulation than when Jeil Heon used his hands stirred his mind. It didn’t feel like much time had passed, but pre-cum was already leaking out. At the chilling stimulation that made his vision blur and burn, Yoo Jiha flailed his hands.
“W-wait a second… hng, hng…”
With his lips pressed against the underwear, which was so soaked that the outline was prominent, Jeil Heon laughed lowly. Even that small vibration felt like a stimulus scratching his skin.
“Do you hate it? Should I stop and use my hand instead?”
“Ah-h… hng, hng…”
Whether he asked him to continue or to stop, either was embarrassing. When he glared with eyes that had welled up with tears, Jeil Heon pretended to nod and stripped off the underwear. Before he could even feel the sensation of being liberated from the suffocating underwear, his member was completely swallowed into the mouth.
The feeling of the tip of his member, greedily sucked in, scratching the roof of the mouth and sliding down the throat was vividly spine-tingling. Yoo Jiha let out a moan that was almost a scream and twisted his waist. Jeil Heon, pressing down on the thighs that were reflexively shaking and curling, buried his face deep. He gave stimulation by lightly scratching the shaft with his teeth, then suctioned so hard that his cheeks hollowed.
In the absurd imagination that his deeply swallowed member might actually snap off, Yoo Jiha’s lower abdomen heaved repeatedly. The erotic demon was a foolishly innocent fellow. How could this be just “kissing a cock”? If this was a kiss, then he was still a virgin who had never had sex.
Lowering his tear-blurred vision, he saw that Jeil Heon, whose face was buried deep between his legs, had also been rapidly stroking his own thick member at some point. He was getting aroused while sucking Jiha’s member. The sight he witnessed hit his brain with an incredibly, truly absurd level of intense pleasure.
“Hng! Ah, Ahjus… I think I’m g-going, hng, hng!”
“It’s okay, just go.”
With the erect member fully bitten in his mouth, Jeil Heon replied with slurred pronunciation. Not only that, but as if urging ejaculation, he poked the highly sensitive, heated urethral opening with the tip of his pointed tongue.
In the end, Yoo Jiha committed an act that even the erotic demon in his head hadn’t imagined. The white fluid that burst out drenched the roof of the mouth and flowed down the tongue. While the ejaculation continued, Jeil Heon provided soft stimulation by licking the glans, and then licked the shaft clean. Then, he opened his mouth slightly to show the semen pooled on his tongue before swallowing it whole.
Yoo Jiha’s cheeks, which seemed like they couldn’t get any redder, became crimson as if they would burst if touched.
“Haa, haa, Ahjussi is really a p-pervert…”
“So, do you hate it?”
“I love it so much…”
As a first step toward becoming a pervert who suited his boyfriend, Yoo Jiha carefully moved his hand downward and fidgeted. Not yet bold enough to look down with his eyes open, he closed them tightly and wrapped his hand around the member. The bulging veins on the thick member stimulated his palm. Ugh, I feel like I’m going to get hard again…
This feeling of the thick piece of flesh wrapping around his palm and twitching hotly was just too good.