9 – Twelfth Meeting (2)

“Huh?”
“What’s wrong?”

Finally, they were alone. After Seo-woon’s family left and the parking lot became relatively quiet, just when he thought they could finally talk, Yi-jin’s car was nowhere to be seen.

“Didn’t you bring your car?”

Though Seo-woon had only ridden in Yi-jin’s car a few times domestically, he vividly remembered the brand, so he kept looking around.

“I brought it.”

Beep beep, a cheerful alarm sound rang out nearby. When he turned around, Yi-jin was standing there with a proud expression, holding car keys. What was he supposed to do with that? Was he bragging about bringing his car? He didn’t know the intention, but it was annoying.

“…Did you perhaps change cars?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”

He corrected himself. It was worth bragging about. Yi-jin had changed cars. Unlike the previous one, this car’s doors opened upward. He’d ridden in a similar model during their honeymoon, but it was still fascinating to see. When Seo-woon just stood there looking, Yi-jin opened the door for him. Oh, when Seo-woon’s head turned upward, Yi-jin closed the door again. Then he opened it once more.

This made it feel just like being in Hawaii. Though there was no humid air clinging to his skin or warm breeze brushing his clothes, Yi-jin opening the car door with such flourish was no different from back then. While Hawaii had picture-perfect scenery following them everywhere, Yi-jin’s appearance standing in the parking lot of a nurungji chicken soup restaurant was excessively mundane. The savory scent of nurungji lingering at his nose tip was a bonus.

He really came. Yi-jin came. Seo-woon felt Yi-jin’s return with all five senses. While Yi-jin had probably stopped by since his schedule was moved up anyway, meeting him in such a familiar place made him feel happy nonetheless. Thinking of his aunt and uncle who had been so pleased, he was inwardly grateful too.

His inscrutable expressionless face remained the same, but it wasn’t as awkward as the first time. It wasn’t uncomfortable either. Rather, it was reassuring. He didn’t know what this feeling was, but that’s how he felt. Is this why his aunt had said that? That couples should stay together to be a couple—his aunt’s casual remark that he’d brushed off suddenly flashed through his mind. He wasn’t sure if it applied to times like this, but it didn’t seem wrong. Rather than worrying and being anxious alone, it was better to face things together somehow. Seo-woon didn’t know what this feeling was either.

What was certain was that it wasn’t a bad feeling. Seo-woon got into the passenger seat first. The new car smell was overwhelming—had it just been purchased today? There was a flower petal on the empty driver’s seat. The same pale sky blue as what Yi-jin had given to his aunt.

Seo-woon picked up the petal. The petal, full of life, was soft and moist. Had there been a flower shop nearby? Where had this flower come from? As Seo-woon quietly fiddled with the petal, Yi-jin, who had finished getting seated, asked while fastening his seatbelt.

“Have you fastened your seatbelt?”

Naturally, Seo-woon’s seatbelt wasn’t fastened. He’d only fastened his own again. Was this déjà vu? He felt like this had happened before. With a strange sense of familiarity, as he just stared at the seatbelt draped over Yi-jin’s long coat, Yi-jin squeezed his eyes shut again.

“It’s no use looking at me like that. Wearing a seatbelt is mandatory.”
“…I suppose so.”
“The fatality rate in traffic accidents is 12 times higher when not wearing a seatbelt. You must wear it.”
“Oh, that’s higher than I expected?”
“It’s not just high. When statistics say 12 times, in reality it’s much…”

Here we go again. Seo-woon fastened his seatbelt on his own this time too. Would there ever be a day when Yi-jin would fasten his seatbelt for him? If Yi-jin became skilled at escorting, that would probably be awkward in its own way.

“Good. Now I’ll start driving.”

Maybe he’d be a little disappointed. Looking at Yi-jin solemnly starting the engine, Seo-woon dared to imagine the distant future. As expected, nothing could be pictured right now. For that to happen, the two of them still had a long way to go.

“Yi-jin-ssi.”
“Yes, Seo-woon-ssi.”
“…Uh…”
“Please speak.”
“…Mm…”
“…Seo-woon-ssi?”
“Oh, well…”

It wasn’t that he was doing it on purpose—he really didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t just bluntly ask about the past, saying he’d heard it from his aunt.

That wasn’t the only thing he was curious about. There was too much he wanted to know, too much he needed to know. He wanted to properly discuss once more whether Yi-jin’s words about marrying because Seo-woon was efficient were sincere, and if so, why exactly he’d said such things.

“…You came early?”

Perhaps that’s why. He couldn’t decide on the order. He had no idea where to start or how to get to know him. Seo-woon chose a reasonably safe question.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Yi-jin, who was driving, answered while facing forward.

“As I’ve said repeatedly, it wasn’t a surprise.”
“Your work must have finished early?”
“Something like that. I rushed through the remaining schedule as much as possible. If the roads hadn’t been congested, I would have arrived on time. I apologize once again.”
“I said it’s fine. It’s fortunate there was a flight back at that time.”
“No. The return flight wasn’t an issue.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because I came on a private jet.”

…He felt like he’d just heard something incredible. Yet the protagonist of this controversy was looking ahead with a nonchalant expression. Even though he was driving, he could have glanced at Seo-woon at least once, but Yi-jin remained unmoved.

“When you say private jet… you mean an airplane?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“…Oh… wow…”

“I do have a private jet, but I don’t use it often. There are too many eyes watching, and it tends to become a subject of controversy.”

Yeo Sang-han’s tone seemed genuinely puzzled, so Seo-woon unconsciously closed his mouth. Right, I see… He truly had nothing to say. “…It must have been urgent,” was all he could manage in response.

“Urgent…”

Tap tap, Yi-jin’s fingers lightly drummed on the steering wheel.

“I suppose so. I hadn’t really been conscious of it, but it seems I rushed just as urgently this time as last time. Using the private jet three times in a month is quite unusual.”

“Last time?”

“Don’t you remember already? The day I woke you up from your sleep.”

Ah, that time! Of course he remembered. He had suddenly appeared and spouted nonsense about getting divorced. The living room rug that met its fate that day inevitably ended up in storage. Then he suddenly felt puzzled. Seo-woon asked:

“Why?”

“When time is of the essence, there’s no more efficient means of transportation than a private jet… I’m sorry.”

Yi-jin stopped mid-sentence and hastily apologized. Huh? Why? Seo-woon, who had been flustered by the sudden apology, belatedly realized the reason.

“When you talk to me from now on, don’t think efficiently.”

Right, that’s what happened. Thinking about that incident still makes his blood boil, but it’s not exactly the same as back then.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. How should I…?”

“If you understand, then listen to me well. I’m going to ask again.”

“Yes, I’m listening carefully. Please go ahead, Seo-woon.”

Beep beep! Beyond Yi-jin’s determined voice, the sound of a car horn could be heard. That sound, unrelated to the two of them, somehow sounds so familiar now. Seo-woon’s heart had also been honking frantically like a horn since earlier.

“Why did you go to such lengths?”

The silent expectation that this relationship wasn’t just his own conviction urged Seo-woon on. It was definitely unlike his usual self. A quick answer came to his difficult question.

“Isn’t that what you have to do to avoid getting divorced?”

There was no hint of falsehood anywhere in that unhesitating answer. Thanks to this, Seo-woon was able to face the truth he had been curious about all along.

“Why? Because someone like me would be hard to find? Someone who needs housing arranged before business trips and needs to empty the house, with no plans for children and who does well alone – perfect for you?”

He had heard things before, so his words weren’t kind. It was Seo-woon’s intended knockout punch, but Yi-jin responded with a completely unaffected expression.

“Half right, half wrong.”

“What kind of bullshit is this now…?”

“It’s all true that despite not being the originally promised partner, we coincidentally have similar values, our lifestyles match with amazing probability, and the timing worked out perfectly, but none of that is the reason I don’t want a divorce.”

What is this? When you think about it, it’s essentially the same thing, but the nuance is subtly different. Yi-jin’s version actually sounds more romantic. …What is this? Flustered, Seo-woon refused to back down and raised a counterargument.

“So in the end, you married me because I was efficient.”

“That’s right. Efficient. While it’s true that marriage with Seo-woon was the most efficient, I didn’t decide to marry because it was efficient.”

What on earth is he talking about? At this point, gestalt collapse is starting to occur. What does efficient mean again? Did I misunderstand what efficient means? Seo-woon became increasingly confused.

“Above all, being efficient is just one expression that encompasses the factors that led me to decide on marriage with Seo-woon, not the factor itself. As I mentioned before, I felt strong conviction about Seo-woon. Most importantly…”

As if imagining something terrible, Yi-jin spoke with a somewhat contemptuous expression.

“Marrying because it’s efficient… That’s a bit too inhuman.”

Then he glanced at Seo-woon. Since he was driving, he couldn’t turn his head and only stole a glance through the rearview mirror, but somehow there was a hint of resentment in his gaze.

“…But if that’s what you think, Seo-woon, then that’s how it is. I’ll unconditionally follow your wishes.”

What the hell is this guy? Suddenly Seo-woon had become a shameless person who decided on marriage based on efficiency. Why is that bastard saying what I should be saying? What is this, what is this? Seo-woon felt wronged. He felt so damn wronged but didn’t know how to express this injustice. No wait, expressions and factors aside, in the end, that’s what I thought, right? Even in his confusion, Seo-woon calmly tried to reorganize his anger. Of course, it wasn’t easy.

Then why did he call it inhuman? Does he have that much common sense? Could it be self-deprecation? What the hell is that bastard doing? No matter how he thought about it, there was only one conclusion. Mom, he’s weird. Seo-woon searched for his nonexistent mother like the first day he met Yi-jin.

“Wait!”

“Yes, please speak.”

Then it occurred to him. The fact that there were still words he hadn’t heard from Yi-jin. Seo-woon asked directly without forgetting:

“So what’s the reason you don’t want a divorce?”

“That’s…”

Yi-jin paused for a moment. Then, unable to find words to answer, he just drove silently with his mouth shut. This was in contrast to his previous manner of pouring out his thoughts logically like flowing water. Seo-woon found this situation somewhat satisfying, but on the other hand, unbearably unsettling. Why can’t he suddenly speak?

When Seo-woon’s patience was reaching its limit, Yi-jin finally provided an answer after a long while. Since Yi-jin had been good at answering, this situation was somewhat awkward for Seo-woon too.

“…Because I don’t want to.”

And that’s what he comes up with. It was an answer like an elementary school student’s. It wasn’t just Seo-woon who thought so, Yi-jin also looked somewhat dissatisfied with his own response.

Right, right. Even you think it’s ridiculous, don’t you? How do you think I felt listening to it? As Seo-woon let out a genuine bitter smile, Yi-jin looked at her. Since he was driving, he couldn’t look directly at Seo-woon this time either and stole glances through the rearview mirror. Yi-jin couldn’t take his eyes off Seo-woon who was smiling (more precisely, smirking) and said:

“I hope Seo-woon will be satisfied with married life with me. That way you won’t ask me for a divorce.”

“Yi-jin could be the one to ask for it.”

“No. That will never happen.”

Yi-jin spoke with a confident tone.

“Have you already forgotten? From the beginning, it was Seo-woon who needed confirmation, not me.”

Was that so? I’m not sure. I think he might have said something like that, but even so, I still can’t believe it. Only four meetings passed before the two married. Even now, after spending many times that amount of time together, Yi-jin asserts that he was like this from the beginning when he says things that are hard to believe. How dare he.

“Of course, I’m far inferior compared to Seo-woon.”

…You? Seo-woon didn’t have a chance to object. Yi-jin immediately pressed his opinion.

“So Seo-woon, if there’s anything you want from me, please tell me anything. Complaints and grievances are fine. Criticism doesn’t matter. Anything is fine, just please tell me. You can even give me orders. However, divorce is not allowed.”

“……”

“Irresponsible statements like ‘it doesn’t seem right after checking’ are the same. I gave you enough time to think. Since you made the decision yourself, the responsibility is also yours. Take responsibility for your own choice.”

It was a rather one-sided conversation. Even if it were during work, his coldly rational voice conveyed consideration in an authoritative manner.

“Now then, please speak, Seo-woon. I’ll grant anything except divorce.”
Yi-jin confesses his feelings to Seo-woon. Whatever the circumstances, he dares to demand someone’s heart while carrying the intact traces of a past where he’d never bowed his head to anyone. Did I maybe pick the wrong person? For the first time, Seo-woon truly felt the weight of his marriage to Yi-jin. The vague thought of “we can just get divorced” no longer occurred to him.

Does he even know what he’s saying right now? Even after Yi-jin finished speaking, Seo-woon couldn’t continue for a long time. Though there were no words like “I like you” or “I love you” anywhere, no matter how he thought about it, this was a confession. At the same time, it was also a threat. It was polite language on the surface, but no different from high-quality blackmail. Actually, it was scarier because of its high quality.

He never thought he’d receive a confession and blackmail simultaneously in his life. Of course, Seo-woon never dreamed he’d have this kind of husband. While it was true he’d married for efficiency, saying divorce wasn’t acceptable because he didn’t want to divorce—ultimately, summarizing all the bullshit above, regardless of how it started, it could only be heard as “I like you, so I absolutely don’t want a divorce.”

“Our Jini’s expression is a bit lacking, isn’t it?”

Why was he suddenly remembering the conversation with his aunt from just a few minutes ago? Though it wasn’t that long ago, if he were asked that question again now, he felt like he’d give a completely different answer.

Lacking? It’s fucking overflowing. It wasn’t like he’d never received confessions before, but this was the first time he’d received such a blatant and direct confession. Of course, this was also his first threat. Seo-woon felt his heart flutter shamelessly while also feeling suddenly frightened.

Is this why they say marriage should be decided carefully? He remembered himself from the past, when he’d readily decided to marry while eating alone at home, holding his spoon. It had been the most recent crossroads in Seo-woon’s life.

From major decisions like which college applications to submit, to minor ones like which side dish to pick up first—the countless moments of choice Seo-woon had faced didn’t always yield good results. There were definitely worst-case choices he regretted for a long time. Yet he dared to say he was confident, that he was certain. Seo-woon looked at his husband, who was driving while looking straight ahead with pedantic focus. Though he didn’t know everything about this person’s life, he wondered if this person was really so different from himself.

The road ahead was still long, and no one knew how Seo-woon’s life would turn out. The same went for Yi-jin. Even Yi-jin wouldn’t know how his own life would unfold. But he understood this one thing: whether his heart fluttered or he was scared, what made his heartbeat quicken was the same. And—

“…Yi-jin-ssi, have you already forgotten?”

Maybe this person likes me much more than he thinks he does. Since you have to start to see the end, Seo-woon became a little curious about that ending. He wanted to know. Seo-woon’s voice, which hadn’t trembled even during the wedding ceremony, was subtly shaking.

“I told you I’d make sure you wouldn’t regret asking me to marry you.”

Except for Seo-woon’s voice, no sound could be heard inside the car. Even Yi-jin’s breathing couldn’t be heard. Yi-jin waited for Seo-woon’s next words without moving a muscle.

“…We haven’t even started yet, so divorce is too early.”

This was something Seo-woon was saying to himself as well. Even after Seo-woon finished speaking, Yi-jin remained silent for a moment.

…Thank you. After a long while, Yi-jin opened his mouth and offered formal thanks. What was that? Somehow feeling his tension release, Seo-woon burst into laughter louder than ever before. It was completely different from the man who had been grimly pouring out his words just moments ago. Yet his heart was still beating fast, showing no signs of slowing down.

Seo-woon wanted to get home quickly.

* * *

It was when they arrived at their house, just as Seo-woon had wished.

[TRAITOR!!!!!!!!]

A message came from Min-young. The subject was unclear, but it wasn’t hard to figure out that the target was Yi-jin.

“Um, Yi-jin-ssi?”
“Yes, Seo-woon-ssi.”
“Min-young seems to have something to say to you.”
“Are you referring to Twitter?”

Ah, right. This still remained. It felt like being doused with cold water and returning to reality in an instant. Nothing seemed better at breaking the mood than Twitter. Seo-woon tried to resolve the Twitter issue right here and now.

“Why do you want to use Twitter anyway?”
“…My cafe rank still hasn’t been restored, so I had no choice.”

Yi-jin answered gloomily, still affected by the unhealed wound.

“Cafe rank? So Twitter is a substitute for mom cafes?”
“Correct. That’s an accurate expression.”
“No, why do you need to go that far…? Do you really have to?”
“I need to get advice about married life.”

At this answer that was worse than not hearing it at all, Seo-woon’s mouth fell open. Not from shock, but from disbelief—he was flabbergasted.

“Married life? That thing we barely started?”
“If ‘barely started’ means marriage, then yes. As expected, Seo-woon-ssi has exceptional expressiveness. Very amusing.”

Woof woof, Yi-jin barks. Right, he’s barking again. Seo-woon naturally skipped over the nonsense. The fact that Yi-jin needed advice about his married life with him—setting aside that the advice source was mom cafes—made him want to ask “Why you?” It oddly hurt his pride too. Why you?! Pretending to be unaffected, Seo-woon feigned composure as he spoke.

“If that’s the reason, you don’t need to use Twitter.”
“Why do you think that?”
“You married me, so why ask other people about it? Just ask me.”

Good, as expected. No matter how much of an Yi-jin he was, it would be hard to escape this logic. Seo-woon triumphantly waited for Yi-jin’s answer.

“I refuse.”
“What?”
“I said I refuse.”
At first, Seo-woon thought he had misheard. Or maybe Yi-jin had misheard. Yes, that’s it. Yi-jin had misheard his words. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense. A-E-I-O-U, in the car where not even the radio, let alone any music, could be heard, Seo-woon warmed up his voice. He repeated the same words with much clearer pronunciation, but nothing changed.

“No. I said I don’t want that. Even if it’s you, Seo-woon, it’s not allowed.”

Here, Seo-woon was a little, just a little shocked. It had been a very long time since becoming an adult that someone had rejected him so thoroughly. Most infuriating of all was that he didn’t understand why he was being rejected. He doesn’t want a divorce but doesn’t want to discuss it together, what kind of bullshit is that? Nevertheless, Yi-jin maintained his consistent position.

When he thought they had grown closer, they grew distant, and when he thought they should grow apart, he was somehow right in front of him before he knew it. Just when he thought there might be some progress, he couldn’t understand his husband’s mind at all. Seo-woon ended with a threat telling Yi-jin to be grateful he was driving, then firmly shut his mouth. Not even telling him the reason and acting like this really got on his nerves.

Before long, the two safely arrived home. Being pissed off was one thing, but now that they were home, he was more worried about the fasting that would start tonight. As Yi-jin turned off the engine, Seo-woon unfastened his seatbelt with a deeply troubled expression. I think I’ll get hungry later… Smooch, until Yi-jin suddenly kissed him, Seo-woon had been having rather practical concerns. That’s why it was even more absurd.

“…What are you doing right now?”

“Kissing you.”

“Suddenly?”

“Depending on the circumstances, you might think it’s sudden.”

“…Why is he acting like this again.”

Is he broken or something? Seo-woon looked at Yi-jin worriedly. Hmm, he’s still handsome when I look again. As Seo-woon met his gaze, Yi-jin kissed him again. Smooch, this time their lips stayed together a little longer. Neither of them closed their eyes. Until just now, no, even now he wasn’t in a particularly good mood, but when he looks at him with those eyes, it makes him feel affectionate despite himself.

Why does he look at people with those eyes? As Seo-woon unconsciously frowned, Yi-jin immediately reacted as if he had been waiting. Unnecessarily good performance. It’s just that the specs are a bit lacking.

“Did something get in your eye?”

“Not at all.”

“Your hair… has grown longer.”

“I suppose.”

“Yes. Your bangs have gotten longer too.”

“I see.”

“It seems only the hair on top of your head grows well, Seo-woon. The hair below is sparse…”

“…Won’t you be quiet?”

As he covered his mouth first in case someone might hear, Yi-jin looked at him with wide eyes. What, why. When he deliberately put strength in his eyes and glared straight at him, Yi-jin obediently met his gaze. Under his palm covering Yi-jin’s mouth, he could feel his breath. He could feel his lips. His breath was warm and his lips were soft, reminiscent of the flower petals that had fallen in the driver’s seat.

Seo-woon, Yi-jin called his name from under his palm. The sound started to leak out but hit hi palm and crumbled into mumbles. What, Seo-woon replied curtly while enduring the ticklish feeling.

“How long do I have to be quiet?”

“Until I tell you to stop.”

“Understood.”

“……”

“……”

“Seo-woon.”

“What now?”

“Then how about just quietly kissing?”

“……”

“Is that not allowed?”

“No. It’s not.”

“Understood.”

“……”

“……”

“…Is that it?”

“You said it wasn’t allowed.”

That’s true, but now that he gave up so obediently, that bothered his in its own way. After thinking for a moment, Seo-woon proposed a compromise.

“That didn’t feel sincere just now. Again.”

“Seo-woon, may I kiss you?”

“Again.”

“Seo-woon, I want to kiss you.”

“Again.”

“Please allow me.”

“…Again.”

“Seo-woon.”

Wet lips touched his wet palm. Yi-jin gently rubbed his lips and kissed Seo-woon’s palm. His lips slowly touched and separated, repeatedly drawing in his skin between them and then releasing it. When Seo-woon didn’t refuse, Yi-jin carefully grasped his wrist. He naturally expected him to remove his hand first, but Yi-jin did something quite unexpected.

Yi-jin firmly held Seo-woon’s hand that was covering his mouth and began kissing his palm in earnest. Glancing, glancing, he didn’t forget to watch Seo-woon’s reactions from time to time. Seo-woon unconsciously let out a small laugh. At the sound of his laughter echoing in the quiet car, Yi-jin’s eyes rolled toward Seo-woon.

When he deliberately put strength into his captured hand, Yi-jin quickly relaxed his grip. When he rotated his wrist once for no reason and looked at Yi-jin again, he saw him waiting in the same position as before. He definitely hadn’t been in a good mood, but why was that? Why had he been like that? Seo-woon slowly blinked. The sunlight coming into the garage was dazzling. The alienation from this unfamiliar space he would never enter if not for Yi-jin made his heart flutter for no reason. Bright daylight, an unfamiliar space, and… Seo-woon slowly closed his eyes.

He could feel hesitant, contemplative movement. Seo-woon didn’t open his eyes. A moment of silence passed. Time in the car flowed particularly slowly. Just as Seo-woon was about to open his eyes again, lips finally found their way to hers. He thought it was a little cute how he hesitated until the very last moment even after coming right up to his lips.

Smooch, their lips finally met. When Seo-woon stayed still, Yi-jin immediately attempted a second kiss. Smooch, when their lips completely connected, an embarrassing sound was made. Ah, this is a bit… dangerous. Before he could even think that, kisses poured down endlessly. Where had the initial hesitation gone? In the midst of the shower of kisses landing precisely on his lips, Seo-woon opened his closed eyes. He remembered. Why he’d been in a bad mood.

Thanks to that, he properly made eye contact with Yi-jin, who had his eyes open. Yi-jin’s gaze slowly swept over Seo-woon. From the lips that had been touching just moments ago, to the tip of his nose that had lightly brushed each time their lips met, to his slightly flushed pink cheeks, to his two eyes that somehow couldn’t meet his gaze directly and trembled.

He had no idea what he was supposed to do. Seo-woon barely managed to squeeze out his voice. As a result, a voice that wasn’t threatening at all came out.

“…Stop, that’s enough.”

Seo-woon consciously leaned his back against the window. Yi-jin couldn’t come any closer due to the center console and was looking at Seo-woon from an awkward distance. A chill was felt behind his back as he leaned against the window. Perhaps due to the slowly rising cold, his heart became much calmer.

“For what comes next… ask the mom cafe. Don’t ask your untrustworthy husband.”

“Untrustworthy, what do you mean by that…”

After finishing what he had to say, Seo-woon got out of the car first. Yi-jin, who followed quickly behind Seo-woon, chased after him while saying:

“There seems to have been a misunderstanding in our conversation. I never said Seo-woon-ssi was untrustworthy. I don’t think that way either.”

Why was he remembering Yi-jin’s aunt, who had excitedly shouted about having a conversation with Jini? Seo-woon headed toward the front door through the garden without much response. “Seo-woon-ssi, can you hear me? Seo-woon-ssi?” Yi-jin followed Seo-woon, repeating the same words like a broken robot. It was noisy.

“I swear.”

When they reached the front door, Yi-jin, unable to overcome Seo-woon’s lack of response, suddenly made an oath. “Oh,” Seo-woon responded half-heartedly.

“Then why don’t you want to consult with me?”

“Because I want to live up to your trust. I don’t want to disappoint Seo-woon-ssi. As much as you believe in me—no, more than that—I want to meet your expectations. Self-directed learning is all the rage these days.”

The bullshit Seo-woon had once spouted came back intact to greet him. That was the problem. He could remember the bullshit he’d said, but he had no idea what all this talk about trust and expectations meant. He felt like he might have said something about trust, but it hadn’t been with such solemn meaning. He swore.

“Most importantly…”

Yi-jin, who had been solemn since declaring his oath, added in an uncertain voice:

“…It’s not cool at all.”

“What isn’t?”

“Consulting with Seo-woon-ssi about every little thing between us isn’t cool at all.”

“…What?”

“…Someone who’s always cool like Seo-woon-ssi would never understand.”

Huh? What? What is he… While Seo-woon was flustered by the flood of input, Yi-jin quickly returned to his original form. Yi-jin spoke more composedly than anyone in the world.

“But don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t planning to…”

“The difference between humans and animals lies in the ability to learn and develop oneself.”

“What is he saying…”

“What you don’t know must be learned. You must strive until you become proficient. For me, our members are just that. Good precedents and excellent teachers. Without our members, I couldn’t have continued such a successful married life until now.”

The most difficult moment in human relationships isn’t when you meet a legendary lunatic.

“There was a small mistake recently due to the inability to participate in cafe activities, but I’ve found a substitute, so I’ll restore our existing successful married life as soon as possible.”

It’s when you meet someone who starts with “The kid is good, but…” What should I do? What am I supposed to do, really? Seo-woon looked down at Yi-jin silently, unable to laugh or cry. When Seo-woon stopped arguing back, perhaps thinking his appeal was working, Yi-jin widened his eyes and said with the most serious face in the world:

“Really. I swear. I’ll stake my life on it.”

That sight was unnecessarily cool, so Seo-woon couldn’t help but chuckle. Cool, that’s… cool. The shell might be cool, but the contents were severely lacking. Our kid is so normal, but so lacking! Even Seo-woon didn’t know what he was thinking. What was certain was that Seo-woon wasn’t in his right mind either, just like Yi-jin who was normal but lacking. They weren’t a couple for nothing.

Wow, this is serious. What am I going to do? Even in this situation, he couldn’t worry about others. Me, only me. I’m the most worried about myself. What should I do? Now even this kind of thing is starting to look cute. He’d often thought he was cute before, but now he was starting to look cute on purpose. He didn’t know that people who seriously spout nonsense were his type—that was a fact even Seo-woon didn’t know about himself.

How did I end up putting such a thing on the family register… Seo-woon looked down at Yi-jin with a troubled mind, then decided to let him into the house as well. If he’d already put him on the family register, there was no reason he couldn’t let him into the house.

“Let’s go inside for now.”

Seo-woon opened the front door.

“Sit somewhere comfortable.”

“Yes, understood.”

“The bathroom is on the first floor and second floor…”

He tried to naturally give a house tour but stopped mid-sentence. Ah, this is their house. He almost forgot again. He should have stayed away from home less often.

As he continued taking off his shoes without much guilt, a shadow fell over his head. *Smooch*, then something touched his lips. Yi-jin had suddenly kissed him. Again, he did that. This time it happened while he was taking off his shoes at the entrance. What on earth was this scheme? Seo-woon made an obviously suspicious face.

“Why are you doing this since earlier?”

“What do you mean?”

Then he naturally tried to lower his lips to Seo-woon’s face. Was it a rut cycle? The doubt was only momentary. If it really was a rut cycle, there was no way he’d be this normal. Under Seo-woon’s suspicious gaze, Yi-jin’s lips lost direction and crash-landed at the corner of Seo-woon’s mouth. Yi-jin asked while reading Seo-woon’s mood.

“Do you dislike it?”

“Mm, no. It’s not that I dislike it.”

“Then may I continue?”

“Let me hear why you want to.”

“…You sent the signal first.”

“I did?”

“Yes.”

“I did? When?”

This time Yi-jin looked at Seo-woon with a suspicious face. Grab, a large hand suddenly seized Seo-woon’s thigh. “Eek! What?!” Seo-woon was surprised, and Yi-jin felt wronged. Yi-jin said indignantly:

“You did this!”

“When did I…! Ah.”

“Do you remember now?”

“Well, yes, but how is that a signal?!”
So that’s why they say you shouldn’t smile at country bumpkins. Seo-woon was also bewildered in his own way. Whew, before the real debate began, Yi-jin took a long deep breath. Seo-woon rolled up his knit sleeves. It was their first fight as a married couple.
You touched my thigh.
Come on, let’s get our facts straight. What kind of touching was that! You touched it, didn’t you?
Let’s start by establishing the criteria for “touching” and “bumping.”
Okay. It’s hard to explain with words, so let’s go by touch.”
That’s a good idea. You are indeed wise.
The two people sat side by side on the living room sofa. They sat facing each other side by side and naturally placed their hands on each other’s thighs.
“This is what I touched.”
“……”
That’s what touched it just now. How is it?
I don’t see much difference. I’ll do it. The first one touched it, the second one brushed it.
Co… Ah! It hurts!
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Were you in a lot of pain?
Yi-jin often fails to control his strength, and unfortunately, this was one of those times.
Try again.
Seo-woon placed his hand on Yi-jin’s hand. I was going to stop them myself if I felt their grip tighten.
Then let’s begin.
Under Seo-woon’s supervision, Yi-jin touched Seo-woon’s thigh again. The four fingers, excluding the thumb, slowly burrow into Seo-woon’s inner thigh. The warm heat radiating from my palm spread directly beneath the blanket.
Are you in pain?
As Seo-woon’s thigh trembled, Yi-jin consciously loosened his grip. Oh, no. It doesn’t hurt, though… Startled, Seo-woon stammered a reply, and then Yi-jin pushed harder, burrowing between Seo-woon’s thighs. As the index finger and thumb spread apart in opposite directions, the large hand swells to its full size, showing off its impressive size. When he deliberately spread his already large hand wide, it covered Seo-woon’s entire thigh.
Yi-jin slowly rubbed his thigh. Just below Seo-woon’s palm, he can feel the back of Yi-jin’s hand, with its bulging veins. Um… doesn’t this seem a bit strange…? Yi-jin, who had been massaging the flesh on his thighs, now only uses the tips of his fingers to touch the inside of Seo-woon’s thighs, causing him to feel disappointed. Shrink, shrink. Seo-woon is diligently responding to that again. It was frustrating, but there was nothing I could do. It was irresistible.
How are you?
Uh, uh? Okay, it’s not bad.
So, do you agree that we should use this intensity as a benchmark?
Uh, uh. Seo-woon nodded vaguely and pushed away Yi-jin’s hand first. Then, Yi-jin proudly leaned in. …Did it show? Seo-woon quickly crossed his legs. Fortunately, Yi-jin’s attention was elsewhere.
Seo-woon said this. You touched and handled it.
Uh…
He also touched the holy relics.
“…Ah.”
If this isn’t that kind of signal, then what is it?
You’re right, I almost conceded defeat without a fight. When you act like someone addicted to mom cafes, you’re always like that, but you seem to know this stuff perfectly fine without being taught. “Hey, look at this!” Seo-woon shouted loudly, aiming for a comeback. They told me that the more disadvantaged I am, the louder I should speak. That was my aunt’s philosophy.
Because we’re discussing it together! Huh? It’s going so well, what’s the point of a mom’s cafe?”
“…As expected, Seo-woon-ssi is amazing.”
The way Yi-jin says that, he looks somehow gloomy, and my heart automatically softens. Seo-woon asked.
So you want to look cool in front of me?
I haven’t even asked questions like this since elementary school. I was starting to feel a little embarrassed, but then Yi-jin nodded with a completely serious face and said, “Yes.”
Yes, that’s correct.
Oh…
What’s wrong?
Um, do you want to kiss?
Oh no. I wanted to dedicate myself to contributing to the reproduction of the human race. What am I going to do? Even as he thought that, Seo-woon subtly leaned toward Yi-jin. It was a very instinctive action, one I wasn’t even aware I was doing.
Yi-jin’s eyes waver at Seo-woon’s quick change of stance. Yi-jin, for his part, looks like he’s wondering why this person is suddenly acting like this.
“How can someone be cool all the time? So, it’s a robot?”
“Seo-woon-ssi is always cool.”
“…That’s that, but anyway, don’t worry too much about it. Instead, Yi-jin-ssi is delicious…”
Having said that much, Seo-woon quickly closed his mouth. If it weren’t for the last bit of sanity I had left, I would have been sued for sexual harassment.
“Do you find me delicious?”
“Who, who said that!”
“Seo-woon-ssi just said I taste good…”
Damn, you heard that. I don’t even know how many times I’ve updated my black history today. Seo-woon writhed in shame, yet brazenly thrust his face toward Yi-jin as if nothing had happened. I had to divert Yi-jin’s attention elsewhere.
“So, you’re not going to kiss me?”
“No. I will.”
With a solemn answer, Yi-jin’s face gets closer. Then it stopped.
“Can I put my tongue in too?”
“So you weren’t going to put it in?”
There wasn’t even time to hear what Yi-jin had to say. Seo-woon kissed first. As I parted his soft lips and slid my tongue in, it met me immediately, as if it had been waiting. The flesh that is uncontrollably and rapidly coiling is just so adorable.
Seo-woon uncrossed his legs, and Yi-jin quickly settled between them. You don’t even have to say it, we just click. Even though their bodies are moving busily, their intertwined lips show no sign of parting. Their tongues intertwined deep inside their mouths. As the kiss deepened, Seo-woon automatically lay down on the sofa. Yi-jin also tilted along with Seo-woon’s tongue.

People definitely need a backrest. With a stable posture, everything goes smoothly. After almost a month without a kiss, Seo-woon was more active than anyone else in intertwining his tongue. Even Yi-jin, who had been trying to put as little weight as possible on Seo-woon by using the sofa for support, lowered his face a bit more and willingly offered his tongue.

As my heart races ahead, I keep putting too much force into it. Sucking and sucking with his tongue without any skill, Seo-woon’s tongue must be hurting, but Yi-jin doesn’t show any sign of it. Instead, as if encouraging him to do more, he’s using the tip of his tongue to tickle the base of Seo-woon’s tongue.

Gently, the tip of his tongue danced and leisurely swam around Seo-woon’s mouth. They might lick the underside of their tongue from root to tip, or tap their tongue against the roof of their mouth. Hmph, uh-huh… In his haste, Seo-woon, who had been busy tripping over his words, whimpered softly. My mouth, the back of my throat, and inside my body are itchy.

As Seo-woon spread his legs and wrapped them around Yi-jin’s waist, Yi-jin hesitated for a moment before tightening his grip and sucking on Seo-woon’s tongue. A thrill spreads through the itchiness, making my lower abdomen tingle. From the moment his thigh was touched, his penis, which had been getting hard, began to assert itself in earnest.

“Wait, wait a minute, Jin, I just…”

“Ugh… what’s wrong?”

“It’s hot…”

When their lips finally parted after a long while, they both exhaled hot breaths without hesitation. With a flushed face, Seo-woon, who had been complaining about the heat, suddenly took off his pants. My fever went up for complex reasons. Seo-woon’s pants were tossed onto the living room floor, which had once been covered with a rug. Staring blankly at the scene, Yi-jin quickly took off Seo-woon’s underwear. Seo-woon was already lifting his butt on his own.

“Seo-woon-ssi…”

“Ugh…”

“Could you open it a little wider, please?”

As I opened my eyes, which were half-closed from the blatant demand, I saw Yi-jin staring intently at what was below me. No, what more am I supposed to spread here? As Seo-woon belatedly tries to close his legs, Yi-jin gently stops him by grabbing his thighs.

“Please look here. Isn’t your body hair light?”

“…So what?”

“That’s what I’m saying. Can I suck it?”

Shrinking, the hole, having tasted it a few times, knew the flavor and, swelling with anticipation, opened and closed on its own. Puff, puff, the sound of Seo-woon’s hole moving in the quiet house replaced the silence. Because the lubricant was flowing out of the hole, the squishy sound was an added bonus. Oh, really…? When Seo-woon covered his face with his palm, Yi-jin gently grabbed his wrist.

“If the sun is too bright, shall I draw the curtains?”

“…It’s okay.”

“Then why are you covering your face?”

“You’re right.”

“Seo-woon-ssi.”

I want to see your face. At the polite request pouring onto his hand, Seo-woon subtly spread his fingers. He made eye contact with Yi-jin, who was standing with his face close, waiting for Seo-woon’s answer. Oh, what am I going to do? Seo-woon hesitantly lowered his hand. As Seo-woon’s face is fully revealed, the corners of Yi-jin’s mouth soften into a gentle smile.

“Are you very hot? Your face is red.”

The large hand that had been gripping Seo-woon’s wrist gently settled on Seo-woon’s cheek. Oh… Seo-woon let out a sigh, the number of which he couldn’t even count. Yi-jin slowly stroked Seo-woon’s cheek.

“Shall I take off your sweater too?”

“…No.”

“You look hot.”

“It’s just your imagination.”

“…Then, taking off only half of your clothes…”

You’ve grown up, you know how to play tricks. Seo-woon shook his head silently. There’s nothing to be ashamed of now, but if I take this off too, it feels like there’s no turning back, so I don’t want to take it off.

Yi-jin didn’t force it anymore. Instead, the hand stroking Seo-woon’s face became more blatant. The fingers that had been slowly stroking Seo-woon’s cheek, so slowly that you could feel the fingerprints, now caress his eyelids, eyelashes, nostrils, philtrum, and lips.

It feels like pheromones are crawling across my face. Seo-woon silently swayed his waist, clutching my knit sweater. My back, which had been flinching on its own, came into contact with Yi-jin’s lower body. I could feel the hard, erect flesh thru the fabric.

Oh. Seo-woon immediately grabbed Yi-jin’s shirt. Pulling Yi-jin toward him as if grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, Seo-woon laid Yi-jin on his side in the spot where he had been lying. Involuntarily lying down on the sofa, Yi-jin’s legs got tangled with Seo-woon’s. Even though their legs were tangled and it must have been uncomfortable, Seo-woon, who was awkwardly standing on the sofa, was frantically busy undoing Yi-jin’s pants buckle.

Ignoring the disappointment, Yi-jin threw off the long coat he was wearing. Click, I took off the wristwatch I always wore. The clock hit the table and crashed to the floor haphazardly. Finally, under Seo-woon’s touch, the raw, heated penis was felt. Seo-woon squeezed Yi-jin’s penis tightly. Unlike in the restaurant, the overtly arousing touch made Yi-jin’s breathing quicken.

Their tongues intertwined again. They sucked each other’s tongues madly and rubbed their bodies together frantically. Seo-woon grabbed and shook Yi-jin’s penis, while his other hand groped inside Yi-jin’s shirt. Yi-jin massaged Seo-woon’s buttocks, and with one hand, he grasped Seo-woon’s penis.

Hmph, ah, uh-huh, gasp, hah… The sound of moisture dripping above and below never stops. Their saliva mixed, and Cooper’s fluid flowed out, wetting each other’s lips and hands. Seo-woon’s thighs were also wet between them. The lubrication overflowed and trickled down Seo-woon’s legs. As if even this was too precious, long fingers quickly came down and swept up the flowing love juice. Fingers and pre-cum alternately moistened the wetness between his thighs. Seo-woon shuddered and pulled Yi-jin’s upper body into a hug. His thick body provided stable support for the cloud. Seo-woon blindly rubbed against Yi-jin, repeating the same words over and over.

Faster, faster, more, more, more… It looks like they’re about to beg. As Seo-woon actively shakes his hips, the hand that was touching his penis loses strength. Looking down at Yi-jin with eyes full of discontent, he pulled over the long coat he had thrown and was fumbling around, searching for something.

“Just a moment…”

That damn condom. The feeling of pity turned to anger in an instant. Seo-woon threw the condom that Yi-jin was holding in his hand.

“Just do it.”

“But…”

“Just hit it.”

…sigh… Yi-jin sighed softly. The mint scent brushing against my nose became even heavier. Seo-woon kissed Yi-jin’s neck and lowered his waist himself. Hot flesh touched the damp entrance. Ha, uh… Groans escaped from both of their mouths at the same time. Hesitating, Seo-woon, who was trying to adjust the angle himself, suddenly realizes something important.

Oh, I have a health checkup tomorrow. When Seo-woon hesitated, Yi-jin quickly found a condom and reached out. Wait, just a moment. At Seo-woon’s urgent voice, Yi-jin looked up at him with a feverish face. That was really hot. Seo-woon said, forcing himself to suppress his sensitivity.

“Um, I don’t think I can do it.”

“…What do you mean?”

“I have a health checkup tomorrow…”

“……”

“I also need to do a pheromone test…”

“……”

“……”

“…sigh…”

A heavy sigh hangs in the air, thick with irritation. Seo-woon’s shoulders instinctively slumped at the unfamiliar voice he had never heard before.

“Health checkup…”

Yi-jin murmured briefly. They wouldn’t let me have even a sip of makgeolli, but it seems they forgot about it themselves.

“Oh, there was a health checkup…”

“Ugh…”

“……”

“…I canceled once last time too…”

“…I see.” I remember.

As you know, Yi-jin, Seo-woon has canceled a hospital appointment before. The mistake arose from Yi-jin’s surprise visit leading to intense sex, and now, with a health checkup scheduled this time, it’s difficult to cancel. Contacting the family doctor through Yi-jin’s secretary is also more troublesome than I thought. It’s a bit embarrassing.

“Definitely, insertion… would be impossible.”

Yi-jin seemed frustrated and loosened his tie. The tie, which had always been neatly knotted, had lost its original shape and was messily undone. Instead of a wristwatch, blue veins stand out on the wrist that sweeps back the disheveled hair. Finally, the moment the mint-scented lips that Seo-woon had been kissing and sucking on until just now bit down on his own lips irritably, Seo-woon was possessed.

“Then what about the fingers?”

“…by ‘finger,’ you mean…”

“Wouldn’t something like a finger be okay? You can put it in, and it won’t strain you during the exam.”

“……”

“…it’s also Yi-jin-ssi’s…”

At this moment, Seo-woon is Solomon, and Solomon is Seo-woon. At the part where it said “Yi-jin-ssi’s,” he deliberately lowered his gaze.

“How did you come up with such a brilliant idea…? Seo-woon-ssi is truly amazing.”

“…Well, this is about it…”

“I was presumptuous to even think I could become like Seo-woon-ssi.”

“You can figure that out later on your own. For now, just put it in quickly.”

When Seo-woon complained of dizziness, Yi-jin quickly put a condom on his finger. The way he finds the entrance so easily, even after only visiting a few times, is quite remarkable. Despite the life-or-death crisis in the middle, the entrance was still damp. As if praising it, Yi-jin’s fingers slowly stroked around the entrance. Wriggling with anticipation, Seo-woon bounced his butt, and Yi-jin patted his butt while simultaneously inserting his finger.

Oh no! It already sounds good. The thoroughly wet inner walls eagerly welcomed and swallowed the finger that had pushed its way in through the lubrication. As if asking why he was only coming now, the sensation of him tightly constricting inner walls made Yi-jin, who had been patting his butt, firmly grab Seo-woon’s butt. Oh…! Seo-woon groaned and arched his back. Yi-jin then poked the inner wall a few times and completely laid Seo-woon back.

One finger became two, and in an instant, there were four. Thump, thump! Veins kept popping out on Yi-jin’s forearm as he jabbed his finger into it. Even if I try not to clench my teeth, the inside of my mouth, which bites down on my fingers like crazy, makes me tense up automatically. Oh, yeah, what do I do, oh! So-won is openly spreading his legs, as if it’s that good even with just a finger. Between his spread legs, I could see his erect penis swaying back and forth, and his entrance overflowing with lubrication. The touch of the lubricant flowing down Yi-jin’s wrist made the penetrating hand become increasingly rough.

“Does it… hurt?”

“No, no. It doesn’t. Harder, harder….”

“…Ha….”

“Harder…. Ah!”

“…….”

“S-stop! No, I can’t…! Ah!”

Seo-woon struggled against the wet pleasure touching his genitals. Below, his loosened inner walls were being roughly thrust into, while above, a narrow mouth sucked his member with intense pressure. While the pleasure from below had felt purely wonderful until a moment ago, now he felt like he was actually going to die. He had been sucked by Yi-jin from behind before, but never from the front, so he had been completely off guard. Unlike his struggling legs, his dick was steadily growing in volume, ensuring that Yi-jin had no reason to pull away.

It was a fellatio without any finesse. Yi-jin was simply busy sucking away without any particular technique. If Seo-woon hadn’t been fully erect, he surely would have writhed in pain. Fortunately, Seo-woon remained fully hard, and before he could even feel pain, he was gasping under the impending sensation of ejaculation.

The blatant pleasure applied to his genitals overwhelmed all his senses. Seo-woon pulled at Yi-jin’s hair as he knelt beneath him. He tried pushing his shoulders away and pounding on his back, but Yi-jin wouldn’t budge. “I think… I’m going to…!” As Seo-woon panted, signaling the imminent climax, Yi-jin swallowed his member even deeper as if to say it was fine. Inside the deepened mouth, the soft glans rubbed against the hard roof of the palate.

Ah. In an instant, his vision went black. His tight inner walls contracted all at once, biting down on Yi-jin’s fingers. The force with which Yi-jin sucked his member grew even stronger. It felt as if his member might be pulled right out. Amidst this terrifying imagination, Seo-woon met a pleasure more intense than ever before.

“N-no, no, no… ah…!”

The awareness that he was ejaculating into Yi-jin’s mouth was nothing more than a mere moan. Seo-woon struggled as he came. Even as he voided his semen, Yi-jin continued to suck diligently. While the intention was admirable, the lack of technique made it feel more painful than pleasurable.

“S-stop….”

“…….”

“It hurts….”

Yi-jin, who hadn’t budged no matter how much he was pushed, finally pulled away. His hair was a mess, and his lips were moist. Though he wasn’t the one who had ejaculated, his eyes were flushed with heat as he slowly scanned Seo-woon, who had just finished. Feeling the blatant gaze scanning him, Seo-woon instinctively pulled down his knit sweater to cover himself.

Then he realized. There was something on the corner of Yi-jin’s mouth. An opaque liquid, nearly the color of milk; there was no need to think further. Seo-woon pulled down his sweater and shouted urgently.

“Ugh, ah! Spit it out! Spit it out here! Now!”

“It is fine.”

“…W-what! Where did it go! Why isn’t it there!”

Strange. Seo-woon’s offspring, which should have been in Yi-jin’s mouth, were nowhere to be seen. Could it be…. Yi-jin nodded with a proud expression.

“If it was Seo-woon’s semen, I ate it.”

“…….”

“Is your condition not very good? It didn’t taste as good as I thought….”

“Ugh! Ack! Ack! Ah! Uaaah!”

With a single scream, Seo-woon clamped his hand over Yi-jin’s mouth. Having experienced this once before, Yi-jin looked up at Seo-woon calmly, without a hint of surprise. Yi-jin mumbled something while keeping his eyes on Seo-woon. Because the sound was trapped by the palm, it sounded like a mumble. It almost seemed as if he were smiling. Perhaps he actually was.

“Shall I stay quiet this time as well?”

“…Yeah. Don’t say a word.”

“Understood.”

One would think a blocked mouth would be uncomfortable, but he was remarkably obedient. It seemed he no longer found it stifling. Having closed his mouth on his own, Yi-jin met Seo-woon’s gaze. He looked at him. He kept looking. His unwavering eyes, just like when they first met, held Seo-woon entirely. When their eyes met right after ejaculation, Yi-jin’s face had seemed flushed, but now he had returned to his usual expressionless state as if nothing had happened. Such a Yi-jin was perhaps a bit annoying, and perhaps a bit lovely.

He hadn’t expected to feel this way about someone again. Emotions are ultimately nothing more than consumables; the feeling of finding someone lovely, or the feeling of hatred, eventually wears away. That was why Seo-woon had sought out a marriage agency on his own. It was true that he wanted to get married, but he didn’t want his heart to wear out.

Even though those memories were so vivid, Seo-woon found himself preparing to overlay them with new feelings. *What on earth did you do to me?* Without him even realizing it, his heart, now fully prepared, kept urging him on. As if having made a decision, Seo-woon slowly moved downward.

“…Seo-woon?”

“Shh.”

“What are you do—”

“…….”

“Seo-woon….”

“…….”

“…Ha….”

Moving down, Seo-woon took Yi-jin’s member into his mouth. He still had one hand covering Yi-jin’s mouth, and thanks to that, he could feel Yi-jin’s moans very clearly. A breath trembling thinly, as if trying to suppress excitement, tickled Seo-woon’s palm. *Ah, this is kind of strange. Why am I getting excited over this?*

Glancing up at Yi-jin, he saw Yi-jin’s head tilted slightly back. Through the gaps in his fingers, he could see Yi-jin’s lips. *Hoo, eu….* As Seo-woon licked up the shaft, Yi-jin bit his lower lip and moaned slowly.

Seeing such a clear reaction made Seo-woon excited. He gripped Yi-jin’s member firmly with both hands. When he used the tip of his tongue to tickle the opening of the glans, pre-cum immediately leaked out. He didn’t think Yi-jin would hate it, but he didn’t expect such a strong reaction. It was as if he were receiving fellatio for the first time.

Seo-woon took the member into his mouth again. As the entire shaft was sucked in, Yi-jin’s body stiffened. Unlike how Seo-woon had been, he couldn’t push Seo-woon’s shoulders away or pull his hair; he could only groan to himself.

This revived Seo-woon’s motivation. It felt somewhat amusing. As he pursed his lips to tighten around the shaft, Yi-jin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Seo-woon applied pressure with his lips, slowly tightening around the shaft before suddenly swallowing the member.

“Ugh… Seo-woon….”

“…….”

“Wait, just a moment….”

“…….”

“Ha, ugh…!”

Though his motivation was high, he had actually swallowed less than half, yet Yi-jin was busy swallowing his own moans. Seo-woon didn’t particularly love giving fellatio, but he couldn’t let this slide. Since Yi-jin liked it this much, he wanted to do it properly. Swallowing semen like Yi-jin did was too much, but he wanted to make him feel good up until the very end. Seo-woon deliberately lowered his body. He kept his upper body as low as possible and arched his hips high.

Now that he had the posture, it was time for a second attempt. Seo-woon opened his mouth wide and swallowed the rest of the member. The hard-erect member pierced his throat in one go. *Ke, kehk!* Startled, Seo-woon coughed and spat it out.

“Are you alright?”

The worried face was handsome, but there was something else more surprising. *A dick… a human dick can actually go all the way down the throat….* Was this how Columbus felt when he discovered the New World? Was this how Archimedes felt when he shouted Eureka? Behind the bewildered Yi-jin, who was checking on Seo-woon, there seemed to be a halo.

To have a face like that and a dick that big—his affection didn’t just well up; it exploded. Seo-woon took Yi-jin’s member into his mouth again. Since swallowing it to the root was impossible, he decided to use his mouth and hands simultaneously.

“This much is enough. You don’t have to, ha… push yourself….”

*Uu-ung,* Seo-woon stubbornly shook his head. He said something, but because he had the member in his mouth, it wasn’t very audible. Instead, it was conveyed directly to Yi-jin. As whatever was happening in his mouth caused Yi-jin’s words to be cut off abruptly, Seo-woon simply nodded and continued to swallow the member.

Unable to bring himself to push Seo-woon away, Yi-jin kept clutching his own thighs, veins popping on the backs of his hands. Watching those bulging veins felt strangely thrilling. Gaining momentum, Seo-woon forced his throat open to take the member in. Whenever he felt like gagging, he would slightly release the glans and lick the shaft with his tongue. Once he felt okay, he would take the member back down into his throat.

“…Seo-woon.”

And then, Yi-jin, who had been busy moaning even at just the licking, suddenly called Seo-woon’s name in a cold voice. Aside from his slightly labored breathing, it was no different from usual—no, it was even calmer than usual.

“Why is Seo-woon….”

“…….”

“…why like this….”

Strange. Did he not like it? While he wasn’t inexperienced with fellatio, using his throat was a first for Seo-woon, so he lacked confidence. Seo-woon glanced up at Yi-jin while still holding the member in his mouth, not noticing that the corners of his mouth were a mess of saliva and pre-cum.

“…Ha….”

Their eyes met. The moment he thought that, it was already too late. A strong force grabbed Seo-woon’s hair. The unfamiliar sensation of his scalp being pulled sent shivers through his entire body. More terrifying than that was the suddenly thickening Alpha pheromones. Before he could react, his vision flipped. He saw the living room ceiling for a moment, and then his back hit the plush sofa.

Immediately, a large silhouette lunged at Seo-woon. Fortunately, it wasn’t scary. This was because the sharp, edged Alpha pheromones had subsided for a moment.

“I’m sor— ha… I’m sorry. Were you hurt?”

“…….”

“I, I….”

Yi-jin’s pheromones raged unstablely. Looking at Yi-jin, who was at a loss but couldn’t relax his stiff expression, Seo-woon spoke instead. Because he had pushed his throat, his voice was heavily raspy.

“Was it, hmm, not good?”

“No. It’s not. That’s not it.”

“Did you hate it?”

“How could that be. No. It’s not that….”

“Yeah.”

“…Rather….”

“Yeah.”

“…Because you were, …so….”

“….”

“…Because you were so good at it….”

Seo-woon looked up at Yi-jin blankly, feeling a strange sensation. Even though he couldn’t finish his sentences, the glimpses of a cold demeanor were very alien. He wondered if the person above him was really the person he knew, yet at the same time, this situation was unbearably thrilling. There could be no pleasure greater than the desire of another person wanting him.

Pheromones have no physical form. They are invisible and intangible, but they are the most primal human desire itself. In response to the distinct Alpha pheromones, Seo-woon’s own pheromones burst out uncontrollably. Pheromones carrying their respective desires spread in all directions. Alpha and Omega, two beings of different natures, intertwined in the air.

Pheromones poured out. The Alpha and Omega pheromones mixed as if they were one body, permeating every inch of them. From deep within his inner walls, lubrication burst out in surges, and his erect member voided pre-cum on its own. The pheromones, which reached deep into his body without effort, began to caress his entire system.

Yes, caressing. At first, it was definitely caressing. The Omega was the first to wave the white flag under the endless deluge of pheromones. His member was not only voiding pre-cum but was experiencing residual tremors, and the inner walls pouring out lubrication had reached a point of agony beyond mere excitement. There was stimulation but no release, making it closer to torture. When pleasure became pain, and pain became pleasure, Seo-woon suddenly realized.

This wasn’t just a pheromone exchange for the sake of foreplay.

It was a pheromone shower—the stage before knotting, a claim of ownership over the other. The Alpha pheromones pouring over Seo-woon grew heavier. Since it was his first time smelling Alpha pheromones so directly, Seo-woon was suddenly frightened.

“Hng, stop…! This is, strange…!”

“Ha… Seo-woon….”

“Stop, stop it…!”

Seo-woon scrambled away from Yi-jin. Since neither the pheromones nor the touch showed any sign of stopping, he felt like he would die first. Yi-jin grabbed Seo-woon’s ankle as he tried to flee. Seo-woon slid right back into place.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not, going. I didn’t go….”

“You were, weren’t you….”

“I won’t do it. I won’t, ah, ah!”

Due to Seo-woon’s failed escape attempt, Yi-jin’s pheromones became even more violent. Until a moment ago, he thought he couldn’t endure any more, but the pheromones, now blatantly intensified, crushed Seo-woon from all sides. Though unintentional, Seo-woon had essentially poured fuel on an Alpha who was performing a pheromone shower to claim ownership of his Omega.

Yi-jin deliberately poured out his pheromones. Because Yi-jin sought to leave his mark everywhere without exception, Seo-woon had long since lost his own scent. Seo-woon’s pheromones were being gradually overwritten by Yi-jin’s. Finally, when Seo-woon’s pheromones were completely covered by Yi-jin’s, Yi-jin began to stroke his own member. Trapped beneath Yi-jin, Seo-woon had no choice but to take it all in.

He felt as if he were being eaten whole, from head to toe, by the Alpha before him. While receiving the Alpha pheromone shower that completely enveloped him, Seo-woon sincerely wanted to sleep with Yi-jin. He wanted to become completely one with this Alpha. The Omega’s instinct had awakened.