Kill Your X Chapter 1

Ten years ago, a junior confessed his feelings to me. What are the odds of meeting him again? He was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, so maybe I would’ve been secretly pleased.

“It’s been a while, Senior Song Gyujin.”

That is, if our reunion hadn’t taken place in a private room attached to a gay bar. And if I hadn’t been in the middle of sucking another guy’s dick.

“Ugh, uh!”

“What, you know him?”

If a stranger had barged into the room, he might have been a bit more cautious. But the guy I picked for tonight seemed to have a voyeuristic streak. He glanced at the intruder, then shoved his fully erect, even larger cock deeper into my mouth. A ridiculous sound escaped my lips as my head was gripped tightly.

“Aagh (Wait), Aeo-lao (Take it out)!”

“Is he an ex? I don’t usually do threesomes, but with someone that hot, I might make an exception.”

Behind my aroused partner, I saw an impassive face. He must have been about 185cm tall. A sleek black suit contrasted with skin as white as snow. His flawlessly elegant appearance resembled a sculpture meticulously crafted by an artisan.

Eyes darker than his suit focused solely on me. In his hand, he held the master key, supposedly possessed only by the bar’s general manager.

Our eyes met, and he took a step into the room. That was all, but the surrounding air suddenly chilled.

“Ugh!”

Unable to bear it any longer, I shoved my partner away. He was the one being fucked, but his dick was so ridiculously big that my jaw ached. I tossed some discarded clothes at him, telling him to cover himself up, whether it was his face or his crotch. Wiping my saliva-wet lips with my forearm, I spoke, my tone sharper than usual because of the unwelcome interruption.

“Ignoring the fact that you just barged in here without permission, did I ever have a junior like you?”

I definitely knew him, but I pretended otherwise. That handsome face wasn’t easily forgotten, but strangely, the memories surrounding him were hazy.

A junior from the same high school ten years ago who confessed to me on graduation day. That was the extent of my immediate recollection.

“Senior Song Gyujin.”

He said my name again. His low, firm voice made my shoulders tense involuntarily. My body reacted to his presence before my mind did. My breath grew short even though I was standing still.

“Ten years ago, when I confessed my feelings, you answered like this.”

The past, carelessly summarized as ‘the day I received my first confession from a man,’ slowly began to stretch and awaken. He looked at my dumbfounded face with an air of having expected it.

‘I don’t have any prejudice against same-sex relationships, but I never imagined I’d be the object of one.’

I definitely said those words, but they were a lie. I had already become aware of my sexual orientation in middle school.

‘I appreciate your feelings, but I think your current emotions might just be a fleeting impulse. So, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that confession.’

‘It’s not an impulse. What do I have to do for you to accept me?’

The memories became clearer. I thought he would back off after being rejected, but the usually timid junior was unusually persistent that day. I could easily guess why my excuses weren’t working on him.

He already knew, for some reason, that I liked men.

Gyujin! Song Gyujin!

As if the situation wasn’t confusing enough, people were calling my name from all directions, asking to take pictures with me. On a crowded high school graduation day, having such an uncomfortable conversation was a huge burden.

But if I reacted awkwardly here, it could lead to more trouble. Back then, and even now, I had no intention of revealing my sexual orientation to the world. The thought of rumors spreading – ‘I heard he’s…’ – was terrifying.

‘Ten years.’

Just a minute! I’ll be right there!

I shouted to my friends and turned back to him.

‘Are you confident that your feelings won’t change for ten years?’

‘Ten years?’

‘Yes. I’m a bit suspicious. Even mountains and rivers change in ten years. If you still feel the same way after that much time, then I’ll accept you. But there’s a condition.’

Looking back, it was just a blatant excuse. A roundabout way of telling him to get lost.

‘What is it?’

‘No contact during that time. You can’t appear before me either.’

I didn’t know why he suddenly confessed, especially since we weren’t even close, but out of sight, out of mind. I was about to stop there, but seeing his face, I added another harsh condition.

‘And most importantly…’

Even as a high school student, he exuded sex appeal. He was just…hot. A few years later, as an adult, there would be a truckload of people, men and women, throwing themselves at him.

“You have to remain a virgin for ten years. I absolutely hate people who sleep around.”

The words I spoke flowed from his lips without a single error.

How did he react back then? As I excused myself and practically ran away when a friend called, I vaguely remembered him nodding slightly.

“Si Yeonho.”

At the name I finally recalled, he made an unreadable expression. His gaze shifted between me, still in disarray, and my half-naked partner fidgeting beside me.

“I kept my dick clean for ten years, but it seems like you didn’t.”

His clearly enunciated words registered slowly. A laugh escaped me involuntarily. It was utterly ridiculous. That body, that face, and still a virgin? Just to keep a promise he made to me in the past?

Even though I thought he was lying, I couldn’t refute him immediately. There was a subtle hint of something like anger in his voice.

“You seem to be misremembering something.”

He stared at me without blinking.

“I, I said I preferred a virgin partner, but I never said I’d stay pure myself.”

“Ah, right.”

The setting made my excuse sound even more pathetic. As I was trying to figure out how to salvage this situation…

“Ugh!”

I instinctively closed my eyes as something splashed onto my face. My partner, who had been alternating between me and Si Yeonho while jerking off, finally came. Annoyingly, it was a copious amount. The musky scent filled the room.

“Oh… seriously.”

This was driving me crazy. I couldn’t decide whether to get angry at my clueless partner or kick Si Yeonho out of the room. I just felt like my promiscuous lifestyle had finally fucked me over.

“You look beautiful even covered in cum, Senior.”

He mocked me in my predicament.

“In high school, I fell for you when you were reading quietly in the library.”

Was he mocking me, or was he genuinely complimenting me? His unchanging expression made it difficult to tell. For someone who waited ten years to see me, his attitude was excessively dry. As if he had another hidden motive.

When my partner gestured, suggesting a threesome, Si Yeonho, after staring intently at me, finally left. Leaving behind only enigmatic words.

“I missed you, to death.”

That night, even as I furiously fucked my partner, Si Yeonho’s face lingered in my mind. The eyes of my incredibly grown-up junior were strangely dark.