Strategic Mating Partner Chapter 86

Of course it’s the latter. A mischievous streak he had been suppressing suddenly kicked in, and Taehyun quickly reached for the door lock. First, he inserted his card key into the recognition slot and simultaneously tapped the power button on the pad part multiple times. Normally, it should have made a beep error sound and the door should not have opened, but as he rapidly pressed the button, the machine declared its defeat and the lock was released all too easily.

The door on this side was a standard knob type that was locked by turning a deadbolt from the inside without a key. Taehyun carefully put his ear to the door, confirmed that Sejin had not noticed at all, then supported the bottom of the knob with one hand and slammed the bar part with his fist, pow, in one go. And at the same time, thud. The deadbolt was forced down by the impact, and the door opened.

“……!?”

Taehyun did not even give Sejin a chance to scream, surprised by what was happening and how on earth he had picked a door that had not been opened for him, and covered Sejin’s mouth.

“Shh, if the person next door was awake, they would have heard that sound.”

Taehyun did not give Sejin a chance to say anything and chuckled as he pushed Sejin onto the bed. He really liked how the guy, who was so prim and cold in front of others, was so surprised that his eyes went wide. Even if it was a wicked taste, he could not help it.

“H-how did you get in!?”

When Sejin, who had finally lowered his voice, whispered in a small voice that only Taehyun could hear, Taehyun answered with a grin.

“It’s a secret. A secret technique passed down through generations only to good athletes.”

To be precise, it was a method that only some athletes knew and passed on to their juniors by word of mouth. Although most athletes had no reason to know such a thing. It was a secret art known only by the young men who were more like energetic monkeys than humans, afflicted with a disease where they would die if they did not go down to a nearby 24-hour Chinese noodle place for a late-night snack in the middle of the night.

The athlete who first discovered this method had succeeded in sneaking out of the dormitory building and filling his stomach, but it was said that only after returning to the front of his room did he realize that he had left his card key inside the room. It was a method he had found after trying this and that, just in case, since he would be scolded anyway if he got caught.

Taehyun was not the type to come to the athletes’ village often, but he rarely missed out on such fun deviations, so he was able to overhear it on the side. Could this still work now? He had tried it on his own room door and did not know that it would actually still work. As Taehyun looked at Sejin in the darkness with eyes still full of laughter, Sejin abruptly turned his head and avoided his gaze. It was hard to tell in the dark, but it was clear that his cheeks must have been flushed a rosy red again.

“Why, were you very surprised?”

At Taehyun’s mischievous question, Sejin snapped back complainingly.

“Of course I’m surprised, why wouldn’t I be?”

Still, the sound of his heart beating loudly, thump-thump-thump, echoed dizzily in his ears. Was this simply because he was really surprised, or… he was pretending to be composed, but this naive side of him where his true colors were revealed so quickly kept provoking Taehyun’s mischievous impulses.

“That’s a relief. I picked the lock because I wanted to surprise you, so it would have been meaningless if you weren’t surprised.”

Then, he changed the subject while looking back at Sejin, who was staring at him with a dumbfounded face as if asking what kind of nonsense he was spouting.

“Why were you sulking earlier?”

Sejin, who was about to snap back with something more, frowned and answered.

“Who said I was sulking?”

“You were sulking. You saw the message but didn’t reply. Why do you always send it an hour late? You saw it all in the preview, didn’t you?”

When Taehyun asked with a grin, Sejin slowly slid the body that Taehyun had pushed onto the bed to the side and said.

“Then why were you accepting it, hyung, when you said you wouldn’t meet other people during the contract period either?”

It was obvious what Sejin was talking about without needing to confirm. Taehyun chuckled again, pfft, at the predictable and childish words, and stared at the face that was avoiding his gaze.

“I didn’t accept it. I pushed him away right away.”

Sejin’s face was still full of dissatisfaction. Taehyun gently curled the corners of his lips and added.

“And I don’t do this with him.”

Then, he gently pulled Sejin’s chin with his fingertips and pressed his own lips onto Sejin’s reluctant ones. A plump tongue pushed through the naturally parted lips as if there was no other choice. As the wet flesh rubbed together and he sucked up the saliva pooled in his mouth, his lower abdomen naturally grew hot. Taehyun felt the pheromones that were already tickling the tip of his nose with a refreshing scent and closed his eyes. The hand that urgently pushed its way through his clothes was rough.

“Haah…”

Taehyun supported his weight on his knees to make it easier for Sejin to take off his clothes and endured. Sejin, whose eyes were now glistening with desire, stripped off Taehyun’s zip-up jersey while still glaring at Taehyun with a face that seemed somewhat displeased. Then, instead of taking off the loose-fitting short-sleeved t-shirt he was wearing as an inner layer, he squeezed Taehyun’s chest over it as if wringing it out. The nipple that rose between the parted fingers of his hand was crushed as it rubbed against the fabric with light pressure, becoming hard and erect.

“Ah, ugh…”

Taehyun covered his own mouth to avoid letting out a loud moan, but his body trembled at the pleasure that spread tinglingly from his chest. It was not so much that he felt that way just from having his chest touched, but rather, his whole body instantly heated up in anticipation of what was to come. Crazy bastard. I’m really not in my right mind. Taehyun cursed inwardly but could not stop provoking Sejin.

He knew it was a terribly foolish act if he thought about it rationally, but he just wanted to. He liked that in front of Sejin, he could do as he pleased without caring about face or image. When he was with Sejin, he could be the ordinary, playful, joke-loving, meddlesome hyung, not the perfect Sung Taehyun that everyone yearned for, the Olympic gold medal prospect, the popular sports star, the next-generation entertainer. Taehyun momentarily recalled what Sejin had said when he confessed.

‘I’m your best option, hyung.’

That was true. When he played pranks as if whining childishly and giggled in a way unsuited for his age, he could finally breathe. He was a perfect boyfriend candidate, even more so for loving not just the wonderful Sung Taehyun that everyone adored, but also the crude, petty, and childish Sung Taehyun. But what about you? I’m your best option, but I’m not your best option, am I. Even as he concluded that it was right to push Sejin away, he did not want to put that conclusion into practice.

‘I’m going crazy, really…’

Even if he met many more lovers in the future, would he be able to meet another fool who purely liked him like this guy? That would be impossible. All the people who had approached Taehyun so far were people who expected that wonderful Sung Taehyun. Taehyun looked at Sejin as if possessed and urged him on.

“Touch me here, I want to put it in quickly.”

As he whispered in a small voice, lest it be heard through the thin walls, Sejin’s nape flushed red. Even though it was dark and he could not properly perceive colors other than the face in front of him, he could tell that much. At Taehyun’s provocation, Sejin flinched and hurriedly pulled down Taehyun’s pants. The wrinkled hole was already slick and wet. Taehyun once again murmured in Sejin’s ear, his voice mixed with a metallic rasp.

“You can put it in right away. I loosened up when I washed earlier.”

Even while having no intention of accepting him, Taehyun, being a man himself, knew well what a cruel thing this was. But separate from knowing, he could not stop teasing Sejin. He really liked that attitude of his, flaring up in response to every little poke.

Ah, fuck. Taehyun found himself so absurd that he ended up laughing. I like Joo Sejin. I really like him. Sejin charged in with a clumsy kiss on Taehyun’s lips, which were curved into a wide smile from laughing. Then, he hurriedly pulled down his own pants, roughly threw off his underwear, and pushed his already hard and erect cock into the clenched hole. The soft inner walls accepted Sejin’s as if sucking it in. Squeeze, the wrinkled, creased flesh walls cheered as if they had been waiting for the immense pressure. Sejin could not hold back any longer and thrust his shaft in up to the root.

“Ah…! Ah, hngh…”

At the sensation of his prostate being crushed and prodded along with the tender flesh, Taehyun trembled and hugged Sejin.