Love Born of Pity Chapter 54

Mihong, with her arms raised in victory, left the counseling room and ran around the hall. The two had made a very secret sticker deal. Mihong detached her grape bunch from the wall, stuck a sticker in its place, and grinned.

“Mihong only needs three more now!”

“What are you going to do when you get the gift certificate? Is it okay to ask that?”

Mihong, standing proudly in front of the sticker board, tilted her head back at the sound of Kwon Jiho’s voice behind her, meeting his gaze. Then she smiled brightly, her dimples deepening in her cheeks.

“I’m going to buy a present for the baby.”

“Your younger sibling?”

“Yes, it’s a toy that can record. Mihong is going to play the piano and give the recording as a present.”

“How sweet of you.”

He wondered if all children were this kind. How were they raised? The family environment must be important, right? I… couldn’t give birth to such a lovely child.

Kwon Jiho was certain that he couldn’t have such a well-behaved child. The mere fact that he now had a body capable of pregnancy filled his thoughts with everything related to children. These rapidly expanding thoughts gradually consumed him. The soft smile on his face faded.

“Teacher? Teacheeer, what’s wrong?”

“…It’s nothing. Mihong, do you want a snack?”

“Juice, please! Grape juice! I don’t want bread, but I want cookies. The crispy ones with apple jam!”

Kwon Jiho gave Mihong grape juice and cookies with apple jam as she requested, waited for her to finish eating, and then sent her into the practice room. He watched the child diligently pressing the keys with her small hands from outside the door before turning away.

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Kwon Jiho tidied up the academy earlier than usual and washed his hands. The reason was that staying any longer would only lead to negative thoughts. His palms felt dry and like dried leaves from compulsively washing them all day.

Drying his hands, grabbing his bag, turning off all the lights, Kwon Jiho stepped outside. After securely locking the door and walking out, he was met with bright sunlight. He spotted a car waiting with its hazard lights flashing on the main road in front of the building and bowed his head slightly.

He naturally assumed it was Do Yeonjae’s car. He was grateful for his consideration in ensuring a comfortable ride home after such a difficult day. As he approached the car, looking at the ground rather than ahead, the back door opened. Long legs stretched out.

“…Oh?”

“Get in.”

“Director…?”

Even on the tablet, he’d looked like a pathetic, rain-soaked dog all day, but seeing him in person was even worse. He’d been walking with slumped shoulders, but as soon as he saw Kwon Jiho, his eyes widened as if he’d suddenly come to his senses. His previously dull eyes became sharp.

“Why that expression?”

“H-How did you get here? Today…”

“I came to see Mr. Kwon Jiho for a bit. Because I missed you.”

At his casual words, Kwon Jiho, who had been standing a few steps away, walked straight towards him. He reached out, his hand previously gripping his bag strap, and grabbed the hem of Do Yeonjae’s jacket. Then he carefully embraced him.

“I missed you too… This is a surprise.”

“I’m glad I made the time.”

Do Yeonjae hugged Kwon Jiho tightly, then released him and lifted his cheek, which was listlessly resting against his chest. Ignoring the gazes of passersby, he kissed his soft cheek.

“Get in. I’ll take you home.”

“Do you have to go right away?”

“Yes, I do.”

Do Yeonjae had Kwon Jiho get in the backseat first. He exchanged a few words with Manager Kim, who had gotten out of the driver’s seat, and then opened the car door with a smile. Kwon Jiho, who had been watching Do Yeonjae through the window, smiled naturally.

“Have you eaten?”

“Ah, I had a late lunch.”

The quiet reply was another lie. Do Yeonjae was troubled by how he could break Kwon Jiho’s habit of lying, even about such trivial things. He couldn’t hit him every time he lied. As if unaware of Do Yeonjae’s inner turmoil, Kwon Jiho wore an innocent expression.

“Your nosebleed…”

“I didn’t have one today. Thank you for your concern.”

Kwon Jiho bowed his head. He fidgeted nervously, then, when the car stopped at a traffic light, he subtly shifted closer to Do Yeonjae.

“What is it?”

“…I want to hold your hand, Director.”

“Don’t you want to kiss me?”

“…I want to do that too.”

Kwon Jiho answered quietly, his gaze lowered as if afraid of rejection. Do Yeonjae chuckled. He was getting spoiled, always asking for more because Do Yeonjae kept giving in. Do Yeonjae thought he needed to be stricter with Kwon Jiho, yet he reached out and pulled his slender body closer. He cupped his upturned face and kissed him.

Soft lips parted. Kwon Jiho’s usually cautious tongue darted out. As Do Yeonjae’s tongue rubbed against his wet flesh and delved into his small mouth, Kwon Jiho’s grip on his jacket tightened.

“…Mm.”

Kwon Jiho purred like a contented cat. A blush spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Trembling slightly from his constricted breath, he accepted Do Yeonjae’s deep thrusts, sucking and licking his tongue.

“Open your mouth wider.”

As Do Yeonjae pulled out his tongue, licked the saliva around Kwon Jiho’s lips, and spoke, Kwon Jiho’s mouth opened wider than before. Do Yeonjae’s tongue traced every inch of his lips before diving back into his open mouth. Licking his warm, moist inner flesh and liberally coating it with pheromones as usual, Kwon Jiho moaned softly.

“Haa, ah…”

He trembled as if he were feeling pleasure. Indeed, Kwon Jiho preferred kissing to sex. He welcomed the act of having his mouth thoroughly licked and exchanging breath and saliva more than the forceful penetration of a place that shouldn’t be opened.

Do Yeonjae’s groin swelled. His lower abdomen tightened as his penis hardened against his pants. Noticing his discomfort, Kwon Jiho broke the kiss and glanced out the window.

The car, having turned onto a familiar residential street, was quickly approaching his home. His hesitant hand reached for the place he always struggled with and needed help with. Having failed once again to undo the buckle, Kwon Jiho looked at Do Yeonjae with a tearful expression.

“It’s okay though.”

“…Still.”

Actually, Kwon Jiho didn’t want Do Yeonjae to go to his family home. On a day like this, he wanted him to stay with him. But Kwon Jiho knew his place. He quickly realized that he was being too greedy, asking for too much, so he wanted to be helpful, at least in this way.

“Manager Kim, could you step out for a moment?”

“Yes, sir.”

Manager Kim parked the car neatly under the high wall, got out of the driver’s seat, and waited nearby. Do Yeonjae raised the privacy screen in the backseat and personally undid the buckle Kwon Jiho always struggled with.

“It shouldn’t get messy. Can you swallow it well?”

“Yes, I can do it well.”

Lies. Kwon Jiho nodded with a flushed face and slid his hand inside his briefs. Just as he pulled out his penis and was about to bend down, Do Yeonjae pulled him up.

“Swallow it from below.”

“…Here? Here?”

“Why, don’t you like it?”

Even though they were in a small, confined space, just a few steps away from home, Do Yeonjae showed no intention of getting out.

“No, I don’t dislike it. I like it.”

At the endearing reply, kisses as light as feathers rained down on him. Do Yeonjae’s fingers slipped into Kwon Jiho’s mouth. He repeatedly inserted them deep inside, soaking them thoroughly, and slowly pulling them out. He pulled down Kwon Jiho’s pants with the hand that had been holding his waist, and as soon as he removed his saliva-coated fingers, he traced his dry wrinkles.

His hand slipped under Kwon Jiho’s shirt and he pulled the thin fabric to his mouth. Kwon Jiho, his cheeks flushed and eyes already glistening with tears, trembled with shame, yet he made no attempt to stop him or refuse.

Do Yeonjae sucked on his soft nipple and rubbed the tightly closed hole before pushing a finger inside. The wet folds eagerly swallowed his finger. He patiently inserted a second finger, stretching the narrow walls, then quickly pulled them out and aligned the blunt tip with the puckering hole.

Normally, he would have taken more time to soothe and relax him, but there was no time for that now.

“Heut…!”

Kwon Jiho’s head tilted back, his slender jaw lifting, and clear tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. Gasping, he lost his grip on the t-shirt he’d been biting on and wrapped his arms tightly around Do Yeonjae’s neck. Careful not to soil Do Yeonjae’s clothes, he gripped his own penis and slowly moved his hips up and down.

“Ah, Director… Heut…! Heu, ah…!”

His moans were filled with ecstasy, and his inner walls convulsed around Do Yeonjae’s cock, clinging to it. At the pat on his buttocks, as if telling him to relax, he tightened around him, and a low groan escaped Do Yeonjae’s lips. At the low command to move, Kwon Jiho gradually picked up speed.

He could feel the slick wetness of his inner walls. Ha, fuck. Do Yeonjae gritted his teeth. He was annoyed that he had to go to his family home without fully enjoying this exceptionally sensitive body.