The Evolution of Species Chapter 3.3 - Fox Hunt 1

Kwon Sinwoo stepped back obediently. Instead, he stood beside me and looked down at the frying pan.

“Why are you up instead of staying in bed?”

“You cooked last night, so I thought I’d handle breakfast.”

I replied lightly, giving the pan another shake to flip the eggs. Then I turned off the induction stove. Swirling the pan, I carefully folded the perfectly cooked omelet into a pancake shape.

“You know how to cook?”

“I can manage to some extent, even without a precise recipe.”

At that, Kwon Sinwoo let out a small chuckle and buried his face in my shoulder again. The alpha, fresh from a shower, carried the soft scent of shower gel and shampoo. It wasn’t bad. His lips climbed my neck and gently pressed against the corner of my mouth. A faint taste of toothpaste lingered.

I set the pan down, gripped the sink with both hands, and turned around.

Kwon Sinwoo’s hands seemed to wrap gently around my back, but then his lips began to trail downward. The moment they dipped below my neck, I lightly pushed his forehead with the tip of my index finger.

“Your lips are forbidden from going any lower.”

Kwon Sinwoo looked up at me. His dark eyes blinked innocently, and his thick eyelashes fluttered along with them.

I made a tsk sound with my tongue and shook my head.

Kwon Sinwoo gave a slightly embarrassed smile. Then, with a short sigh, he straightened up. His lips brushed my cheek this time. That much was okay.

“Alright. How about putting on some pants, then?”

Hmm. I just shrugged and turned back around.

The omelet had overcooked slightly due to the residual heat in the pan.

Kwon Sinwoo glanced at it, then stepped away from me and pulled a new plate from the cupboard. I took the plate he handed me and plated the omelet and fried tortillas.

Of course, I didn’t forget the McDonald’s I’d bought last night.

Omelets and tortillas are great, but the portion’s too small.

As I carried the plate to the island bar, Kwon Sinwoo brought me a pair of pants. Right now, I was wearing only the shirt he’d given me last night, but I didn’t want to wear yesterday’s clothes again. What I really wanted was pajamas. Preferably 100% silk…

I ignored the pants he offered and sat down on the chair.

Kwon Sinwoo gave a wry smile.

“We need to buy you some clothes.”

“Hm. I was thinking the same. I need pajamas. Shirts too. Yours are too big.”

“I’ll send someone.”

“Do you know my size?”

At my question, Kwon Sinwoo responded with a pretty smile instead of words. Well… after last night, when he’d kissed and sucked me from head to toe, he probably had a rough idea of my size.

We finished a decent breakfast with the leftover food and the McDonald’s from last night. I carried the empty plates to the sink and looked back at Kwon Sinwoo.

“What about this? Does a housekeeper come?”

The answer I got was entirely unexpected.

“I’ll take care of it, so just leave it.”

?

I looked Kwon Sinwoo up and down.

It was still early, not even 8 a.m. This alpha was already impeccably groomed, hair styled, and fully dressed. On his wrist was a watch that probably cost at least 1.5 million pesos, and his cuffs were adorned with real diamond cufflinks. If there was an outfit least suited for doing dishes, it was the one this alpha was wearing.

“You?”

“Yes, me.”

Kwon Sinwoo said this and, as if he really meant to do the dishes, stood up, removing the cufflinks from his sleeves.

“What about a housekeeper?”

“I don’t particularly like having people come and go in my home.”

He placed the diamond cufflinks on the island table and took off his watch as well. The alpha, having removed roughly two million pesos’ worth of accessories from his wrists, approached the sink.

I paused for a moment, reconsidering, and watched him.

The man, with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, stood confidently at the sink. The sink was comically low for his height, forcing him to bend slightly, and the scrubber and rubber gloves looked so out of place in his hands they seemed like props. Porn props. Yes. This was like the sequel to yesterday morning’s porn. A very explicit porn. My heartbeat quickened slightly. It couldn’t be helped. I was watching the opening scene of a porn.

I tiptoed silently, muffling my footsteps, and approached his back. Through the fabric of his shirt, I could see the perfect shape of his shoulder blades. The flexible shoulder muscles, the erector spinae muscles sharply defined along his spine. The scratch marks I’d left on them.

I pressed my index finger lightly to the center of his back. His back flinched. Smiling silently, I slowly dragged my finger downward. My fingertip caught on his belt.

Kwon Sinwoo turned to look at me.

When our eyes met, I gave him a bright smile. His thick eyebrows arched slightly. I slipped my fingertip just a little between his belt and shirt, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“I like watching you do the dishes…”

Kwon Sinwoo let out a low breath. I could vividly feel the slight rise and fall of the alpha’s back.

He turned around.

I pressed my body against his chest, as if leaning into him. My hand slid down his back, grabbing his butt firmly. Kwon Sinwoo’s chest jolted slightly.

“Didn’t you say my lips were forbidden below…?”

He murmured softly.

“Don’t like it?”

At my question, Kwon Sinwoo slipped off the porn props (the rubber gloves, that is) from his hands and gently cupped my cheek with his bare hand. His face drew closer. His eyelashes, dark eyes, and pretty lips too…

“It’s unfair.”

His lips slowly pressed against my forehead.

“Hakyung…”

His lips whispered my name, as if pleading for candy.

My heart was now racing. My mouth watered, and my toes curled involuntarily. A heat spread from my navel to my groin.

I slowly placed both hands on his shoulders and pressed down lightly.

“Then… maybe I’ll let it slide just this once?”

At that, the impeccably dressed alpha knelt on the floor without hesitation.

As my fingertips left his shoulders, he grabbed my hips, spreading them apart, and swallowed my penis in one swift motion.

“Nnngh!”

White sparks flashed before my eyes. As he sucked my penis fiercely, every muscle and bone in my body tensed, and my toes curled inward.

“Ngh! Ah, ah, ah…”

He sucked my penis so explicitly that wet sounds echoed. Each time, my vision flashed. My hips bucked involuntarily, and my toes twisted. My knees buckled for a moment. I stumbled backward. Kwon Sinwoo followed relentlessly. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed his head. His hair tangled in my fingers.

In no time, my penis hardened, and my groin grew wet. My penis slid in and out between Kwon Sinwoo’s refined lips, precum splashing. It was a lewd, explicit sight.

At some point, his fingers probed between my cheeks. With the aid of my slick fluids, his long fingers slid inside.

“Ahh, ah, aaah, ah, ah!”

My fingers, gripping his hair, tightened suddenly.

Sucked from the front and probed from behind, I climaxed instantly.

Kwon Sinwoo looked up at me with laughing eyes. His narrowed eyes brimmed with a teasing smile. Through my slightly blurred, tear-filled vision, I saw his wet lips. As if to show off, he parted his lips slightly and extended his tongue. A thin, milky fluid flowed slowly over it, and soon his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“Per…vert?”

I asked, barely catching my breath.

“Why the hell would you swallow that…?”

“What’s the big deal?”

Kwon Sinwoo replied, pressing his cheek against my groin and rubbing. The sharp bridge of his nose pressed against my scrotum, sending a tingling pleasure through me. Unable to fully face the explicit scene below, I closed my eyes.

A moment later, he stood up. He smoothed down my shirt, which had ridden up to my navel, and pulled my underwear back up. Then he left a brief kiss on my shoulder. The bridge of his nose buried into my neck. He took a deep breath, his chest swelling.

I dazedly recalled my mom’s words again. She said any alpha who forces fellatio is trash…

“What are you thinking about?”

Kwon Sinwoo asked then, snapping me out of my reverie.

“I was wondering if you’re a pervert or trash…”

At my reply, Kwon Sinwoo just gave a gentle smile.

He lightly wrapped an arm around my waist and led me out of the kitchen. I followed, dazed and stumbling, as he pulled me along. In the bathroom, he even put toothpaste on a toothbrush and handed it to me. I put it in my mouth, but whether I brushed properly is questionable.

A moment later, Kwon Sinwoo kissed me for real. This time, it was a long kiss, tongues intertwining, lips sucked for a while.

When the kiss ended, Kwon Sinwoo pressed our foreheads close together and whispered.

“I’ll send someone to help with shopping. What time would be convenient?”

“…You want to buy me clothes?”

“Yes.”

Kwon Sinwoo answered without hesitation.

I looked into his eyes for a moment.

I wasn’t unfamiliar with how rich people shop, but having a personal shopper turn a sitting room or dressing room into a curated boutique and buying everything within reach wasn’t my style.

“I’m not big on shopping.”

I fiddled with his tie as I continued.

“Just tell them to pick up something simple. Pajamas and shirts. Oh, and underwear. You know you ripped one yesterday, right?”

“…I’ll do that.”

After a brief pause, Kwon Sinwoo replied in a soft, whispering voice.

After Kwon Sinwoo left, I filled the bathtub with bath salts, sipped a non-alcoholic soda, and watched a Korean drama for about an hour.

Feeling comfortably warm, I got out of the tub. I showered with lukewarm water and slipped on a robe. I dried my hair halfway, then sprawled out on the sofa, stretching my legs long.

The forest of Seoul buildings, shrouded in a hazy dust cloud, looked like a dystopia or a Martian landscape, and the winding river cutting through the city was a stark grayish-white, like flowing mercury.

I ordered jjajangmyeon and chili tangsuyuk, ate, and poked around Kwon Sinwoo’s house, eventually flipping through an old novel I found. It was a translated classic of highbrow English literature. It wasn’t fun, but it passed the time.

It was around 2 p.m.

The intercom announcing a visitor buzzed.

I peered at the intercom screen. A short woman stood there, dressed in a slightly long skirt suit and high heels.

At first, I thought she was from the dry cleaners.

And no wonder—she was pushing a long, wheeled garment rack covered in non-woven fabric. Two large shopping bags hung from her seemingly fragile wrists.

When I opened the door, she bowed very politely and handed me a business card. I spotted a familiar logo on it. The same one as on Kwon Sinwoo’s card. Unlike his, though, this was a proper business card with a phone number and email address.

“You needed clothes, so I picked out some suitable items for now.”

She spoke quickly, as if a bit nervous.

“Please take a look, and if there’s anything you don’t like or if you need anything else…”

At that moment, a bell started ringing from deeper in the hallway.

She stopped talking, and I turned around.

It was my phone.

I turned back.

Reaching over her shoulder, I grabbed the garment rack and pulled it toward me. It slid forward with some weight.

“No, it’s fine.”

I gave her a bright smile and, with my other arm, took the shopping bags from her wrist.

“Kwon Sinwoo sent you, right? Thanks for your trouble.”

“Uh, yes, yes… The, the rack, I can…!”

“It’s fine. You can go.”

The bell kept ringing.

Finally seeming to grasp the situation, she nodded hurriedly and dashed out the door.

“Well, then, I’ll be going!”

After seeing her off, I pulled the rack fully into the entryway. Then, quickly dragging it, I moved through the hallway. I grabbed my phone, which I’d left wedged in the armrest of the living room sofa. A familiar number. It was Pederson.

[Hey, Yoon. About what you mentioned before. I’ve got an address for you. I got it secondhand, but it seems pretty reliable from a Southeast Asia source.]

Pederson got straight to the point.

I barely got a chance to respond.

[It’s in Jeonju. Know where that is?]

“I don’t, but Google probably does.”

And navigation probably would too.

Pederson burst into laughter.

[Good.]

Then she continued.

[Alright, listen carefully… Got a notepad?]

“Just tell me.”

And she rattled off the address. I committed it to memory.

After ending the call with Pederson, I turned to the garment rack.

I ripped off the non-woven cover, revealing the neatly hung clothes. Pajamas and shirts. Everything was freshly laundered. I ran my fingers along the hangers. Three sets of pajamas: glossy cream silk, navy silk with vertical stripes, and light green checkered cotton. My fingers moved to the next items. Five shirts, from a basic round-neck cotton tee to a dress shirt with ruffles. The shopping bags contained new underwear, also laundered and repackaged in recycled paper.

Well, it wasn’t a department store luxury shopping spree, but it felt like a carefully curated selection. Plus, there was nothing unnecessary beyond what I’d said I needed, which I liked.

Anyway, I needed clothes, so this worked out well.

I pulled out a light gray T-shirt. The tags had all been removed. The soft, fuzzy shirt, likely a cashmere-angora blend, had a high neck and was wonderfully warm. I liked it.

Nice.

Thanks to the new underwear and shirt, I was back to being a civilized human.

I slipped on slacks, grabbed a coat and scarf, and left the apartment.

Jeonju City wasn’t far. Three hours from Seoul. No big deal. Back in the day, I’d driven forty hours from São Paulo to La Paz, Bolivia. That was about 3,000 kilometers, I think. Taking Route 4 for roughly 2,000 kilometers… I can still taste the chili hot dog I ate in Santa Cruz…

Alright. I’ll grab a hot dog at a rest stop later. Slathered with ketchup and mustard. If they’ve got jalapeño chili, even better, but I won’t get my hopes up.

I pressed the accelerator.

The car sped out of the parking lot.