Mother Tape Chapter 5.1

Jaekwon sucked Wisoo’s nipple with all his heart. Wisoo thrashed about as if he were drowning in thick, blue ink. His vision went blank. He did not yet feel pleasure in his chest. However, it was tingling, and every time Jaekwon’s lips parted from it, the cold made him shiver.

“You taste sweet.”

On the contrary, it was Jaekwon who was acting like a person in heat, even though his own rut had not yet arrived.

“It must be because of the pheromones. I know that, but… it feels real.”

He would not detach himself from Wisoo at all, as if Seon Wisoo would once again become the ‘Seon Wisoo’ he did not know if they were separated. Not only his hands, but his lips were the same. His lower body was rubbing against Wisoo’s cotton shorts.

“Fuck…. I don’t usually do it like this.”

Jaekwon was a person who followed a certain order. He created rules for himself because alphas easily succumbed to instinct, were easily aroused, and acted excessively. However, as he did not have a masochistic nature, he had controlled himself and satisfied his sexual desires only through sadistic but mutually agreed upon strict intensity control, safe words, and prearranged play. To him, the sex he was having now with Seon Wisoo was dangerous and went against the rules he had created and abided by.

“My lower body hurts.”

Wisoo mumbled with vacant, unfocused eyes.

“It hurts…. and it’s wet….”

“Yes, that’s because you’re hard,” Jaekwon answered, rubbing the bridge of his nose near Wisoo’s navel. The nape of the neck, under the armpits, the waist, the groin—all were places where pheromones were especially strong. Jaekwon’s forearm tensed stiffly from excessive excitement. It was where the chip was implanted. Had someone told him to be careful because his pheromones were stronger and more abundant than other alphas? He could not even remember such advice clearly.

It was the same for Wisoo. Stay away from sexual desire. Your dick gets hard because you are hideous and dirty and selfish. He had been taught that his body should be aroused by something other than his dick, and that while it should get wet, it should not get hot. All of it was wrong. Ah, just one thing. Only the part about being wet was correct.

“Hah, heu…. It’s so, so hot.”

“It is not my responsibility that this house doesn’t have an air conditioner.”

Jaekwon wiped his glistening lips and sat up.

“Does your head not hurt?”

Jaekwon asks as he takes off his shirt. It feels like a shimmering heat might be radiating from his body. The dead things, feeling a desperate yearning for that vitality, could not even approach.

“It doesn’t hurt…. I just feel dazed.”

“I don’t know if it’s because of the heat or the shock.”

“If it’s because of my head…. am I going to die?”

“I will not let you die.”

Jaekwon’s words became shorter. Wisoo recalled the time he was spanked on his buttocks. That lightning-like scorching heat, the pain. Naturally, his body tensed. A sense of anticipation filled him.

“Then what about the heat? I won’t die…?”

“I don’t know,” Jaekwon retorted, forcefully gripping Wisoo’s chest from below.

“…But I think I could kill you.”

He could probably kill him simply by strangling him, breaking his neck bones with ease. He was that emaciated of a person. He was by no means Jaekwon’s type, and he had never had sex with someone who looked this weak before.

Wisoo, with his vacant eyes, looked at the line of pubic hair leading from below Jaekwon’s navel. Without realizing it, he reached his hand toward it. He touched the coarse texture and giggled.

“It’s like a desert bush….”

Jaekwon’s brow furrowed.

“It’s so coarse….”

Jaekwon could easily imagine the red marks that would appear on Wisoo’s cheeks when he made him take his cock as deep as possible. The delicate skin would surely get red and scratched by the coarse hair. Jaekwon’s excitement grew more and more intense.

“Oh….”

Wisoo, who had reached out his hand wanting to touch Jaekwon more, thought he was supporting his upper body firmly, but felt confused as his elbows kept giving way like jelly.

“The floor… feels like it’s melting.”

“Ah…. the floor is fine. It’s because you, Mr. Seon Wisoo, are not fine.”

Jaekwon pulled off Wisoo’s pants. His damp, gray underwear was revealed. Of all colors, light gray. Jaekwon felt saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of the round, wet spot on the front. He threw the pants just anywhere and, supporting the backs of Wisoo’s knees, swiftly lifted them up. He wanted to check if it was wet between his buttocks as well.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo’s skin is dry, but it seems you’re moist on the inside.”

As expected, the part of the underwear covering his buttocks was also wet in a round patch. The area was wider than the front. Jaekwon straightened only his index and middle fingers and poked the wet spot between Wisoo’s buttocks.

“Ah…!”

Wisoo’s head snapped back. He could feel the wetness even through the fabric. The slick that was slowly oozing out showed that Seon Wisoo had definitively entered his heat.

“Did, did… I wet myself?”

Wisoo asked, sniffling.

“You are wetting yourself with something else.”

Jaekwon jabbed at Wisoo’s hole through the fabric, again and again. The entrance was pliant, yet it resisted the invading object. There was not a shred of technique. From this, Jaekwon could tell that Wisoo was definitely inexperienced or had very little experience. It was a fact so exciting it made the skin on his scalp tingle. This was, in fact, a very unusual case, considering he had until now preferred skilled and experienced partners over clumsy first-timers.

“Ah, ah… ahh…. W-wait…. Ah, why do you keep… there…!”

Wisoo pushed with the tips of his toes and twitched. Jaekwon was not even aware that he had become completely engrossed, rubbing his lower body.

“Haahhh!”

While Jaekwon, without realizing it, was absorbed in thrusting wetly into the entrance along with the thin underwear fabric, Wisoo’s waist lifted high into the air from just having his entrance touched. His waist rose, and he clenched his buttocks so hard that dimples formed, and then he trembled violently. Soon, the round spot in the front became larger than the round spot between his buttocks.

“Heu, heuk….”

Jaekwon watched with great persistence as Wisoo came in his underwear. When Wisoo tried to cover his front, Jaekwon even swatted his hand away with the one that had been probing his rear.

“I, I wet myself…. I said I wet myself…. So why…!”

“I told you that is not it. Stop making a fuss.”

Jaekwon answered fiercely.

“You think this is piss? Did you not even get sex education?”

He did not stop there. He yanked Wisoo’s underwear straight down. A viscous fluid stretched out like a thread. Just as when his nipple had gotten wet, Wisoo shivered as his dick grew cold. Jaekwon scooped up the stretched fluid with his palm and thrust it in front of Wisoo’s eyes.

“Is this piss?”

Wisoo thought that it was not Jaekwon but a wild beast breathing hot air right in front of him.

With eyes just that glaring, Jaekwon licked his palm with a long swipe of his tongue.

“It’s semen. You came, Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

“……”

“Your scent is so strong here, Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

Jaekwon was angry at Wisoo, who had no control over his pheromones whatsoever. It was because of sexual desire. Because sexual desire is of a similar nature to appetite and anger, that is why he was getting this angry. It was not a good sign. Because he was someone who never engaged in play when he was angry or in a bad mood. Because he did not have the confidence… to control himself.

“If this were a hotel, other alpha bastards would be flaring their nostrils at this smell of semen and flocking over with their cocks twitching.”

“……”

Wisoo wore an expression of someone who could not understand, as he did not know what his own scent was, nor did it have any smell to him.

“Control it a little. If you do not know how, then learn. Otherwise, it is the same as you walking around naked on the street, Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

“That is not true!”

“Yes, it is.”

Jaekwon prodded Wisoo’s underside again with his wet hand. Wisoo’s eyes flew wide open. Unlike the entrance, which was mushy from being wet, the inside was shut tight as if rejecting everything.

“You have not exactly lived a sheltered life, so why do you not know that. There was nothing but trash around you, Mr. Seon Wisoo, so why do you not know.”

Wisoo looked at Jaekwon resentfully. Yet, he could not truly resent him.

“…You are here, Mr. Kwak Jaekwon.”

At those words, he could not help but let out a genuine, scornful laugh. Jaekwon pulled his hand out from where it had been buried inside Wisoo. The finger that had barely entered by one knuckle, this time he put force into his wrist and shoved it deep inside. Wisoo’s waist shot forward and his body bent. His face turned deathly pale with the pleasure forced upon him by shock and heat.

“I, of all people, am the closest to the most vicious person you have ever met.”

Jaekwon looked behind him. As luck would have it, Wisoo’s shorts were layered over his slip.

“The bastard who put you in something like that was my father.”

“Ah! Ahh!”

Veins popped out and his forearm muscles bulged. Jaekwon pounded up into Wisoo’s tightly clenched insides. He knew it was a malicious thing to do, but he released his pheromones at Wisoo.

Ah, it was that again.

As Jaekwon’s pheromones rushed in like a tidal wave, the strength left Wisoo’s body. He was once again sinking into a vast expanse of blue ink. Wisoo’s head tilted back and his jaw fell open. His body began to relax. And he was so glad it was happening that it brought tears to his eyes. He felt it not in his head but in his body that he had been waiting for this. The existence of the hole, which he had been unaware of his entire life, sought out Jaekwon.

“Ha, haah, ha….”

“Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

Jaekwon called to Wisoo in a dismal voice. Because unlike Wisoo, who was losing his reason the more he released his pheromones, he, on the contrary, was regaining his.

“Do not trust me too much.”

Wisoo was squirming, searching for Jaekwon’s fingers and moving his body to lower them further down. It was a movement from which one could only barely surmise that he was pathetically writhing to get the fingers to go deeper inside. Wisoo fumbled his hand down and grabbed Jaekwon’s wrist.

“…But what do I do if I feel like I can only live if I am with you, Mr. Kwak Jaekwon?”

Wisoo asked with wet eyes, holding onto Jaekwon’s wrist as if to beg for more.

“……”

Jaekwon was unable to say a word, as if he were being choked. He had been choked before for the sake of proper breath control, but this was more intense than then.

“I… I will grab onto you even if you are a rotten lifeline, Mr. Kwak Jaekwon, so what do I do then…?”

Wisoo grabbed Jaekwon’s wrist and writhed his body. He was using Jaekwon like a sex toy.

“Haah, ha….”

Letting out heated moans, Wisoo craved Jaekwon. As if this were truly the only way to survive.

“Mr. Kwak Jaekwon….”

When Jaekwon still did not move and his body only grew thirstier with time, Wisoo lifted his arms and wrapped them around Jaekwon’s neck.

“Don’t rot….”

For a fleeting moment, Jaekwon thought he had heard those words before.

“And do I… smell rotten to you?”

However, at Wisoo’s next question, that sense of déjà vu was wiped clean like a sandy beach.

“Do I… smell like a dead person?”

Jaekwon willingly let himself be pulled by Wisoo’s weak arms and buried his face in the nape of his neck.

There was no such rotten smell at all. Jaekwon took a deep breath. Jaekwon thought it was a good thing he had spent a lot of money to get the chip implanted. If not for that—he was already being irrational enough now—but if not for that, Seon Wisoo would have been seriously hurt.

“If this is the smell of a corpse….”

Jaekwon mumbled in a voice thick with palpable thirst.

“People would have been less afraid of dead bodies.”

“……”

“Or they would want to put them in a vase and use them for decoration.”

“…Horrifying.”

“Yeah. It is horrifying.”

Jaekwon replied without even knowing what he was saying. He was being bewitched by Wisoo. Yes. He was being bewitched. The question Hwang Gujo had lightly tossed at him remained inside Jaekwon like a never-ending skipping stone, returning to him like this from time to time. Are you bewitched or something?

Jaekwon barely stopped himself from saying that he thought he now understood why rich and greedy old men sought Wisoo out right before they died. If he had said that, it would have been more powerful than most safe words. If he had really wanted to stop, he could have said it, but Jaekwon did not want to stop.

“My teacher said I shouldn’t do things like this….”

Wisoo mumbled as his remaining shirt was stripped off by Jaekwon’s hands. Jaekwon layered Wisoo’s shirt and his short-sleeved t-shirt underneath Wisoo’s back.

“Is your teacher here?”

Wisoo shook his head at Jaekwon’s question.

“Or are you doing it with your teacher right now, Mr. Seon Wisoo?”

Wisoo shook his head more violently in disgust.

“Then it does not matter, does it.”

Jaekwon braced his arms on either side of Wisoo’s face and tilted his head.

“Keep it a secret. If you think you are going to get scolded….”

His words were so sweet, they were truly tempting. This must be why his teacher forbade him from putting sweet things in his mouth and prohibited so many things so that he would not be weak to temptation. Just like this, knowing I am weak to temptation….

Wisoo felt he could abandon everything for Jaekwon’s kiss. Jaekwon was dumbfounded at the sight of Wisoo writhing his hips while he gave him a lewd kiss that left the corners of his mouth all wet. It seemed he could feel it with just his mouth. Jaekwon hooked his thumb in the corner of Wisoo’s mouth and pulled. Wisoo let out a choked moan, like huung, eung, and grew restless.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo. Look at me.”

Jaekwon called to the dazed Wisoo. He also lightly tapped his cheek. Thanks to his wet mouth, it made a slapping sound.

“Look at me, and do as I say.”

To prevent any injuries from excessive excitement, Jaekwon decided to create some semblance of restraint.

He makes Wisoo meet his eyes directly. He tapped his cheek to keep his gaze from straying or blurring, forcing him to focus. He placed his index finger between his and Wisoo’s face and breathed out, huuk.

“You are going to breathe along with me.”

“Eu, eung….”

Although he was saying eung, it was a no. Jaekwon did not let him off.

“This is for you too, Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

Jaekwon held Wisoo’s face and forced him. Every time Wisoo’s focus blurred, the grip of his hand strengthened. Like that, Wisoo soon found himself breathing along with Jaekwon. When he held his breath, he held his too, and when he exhaled, they exhaled together.

And so, without him even realizing it, Jaekwon’s pheromones slowly, and very deeply, seeped into Wisoo.

“Ah… Ah….”

Wisoo let out a stammering, idiotic moan. At some point, Jaekwon’s hand was no longer on Wisoo’s cheek but on his neck. It was not to choke him, but simply to cup it. Jaekwon moved his hand down a little more. The destination had not been the neck from the start, but the chest.

“Ahh…!”

The tip of Jaekwon’s cock touched Wisoo’s entrance.

“Fuck…. look how wet you are…. Anyone would think you pissed yourself. Huh?”

Jaekwon muttered. Those words did not reach Wisoo. In order to not move roughly, as was his original nature and preference, Jaekwon chose to ramble on with whatever came to mind instead. This, too, was unlike him.

“Agh, ah…!”

Wisoo writhed at the heavy pressure that was slowly parting his stubborn insides and entering him. This was why Jaekwon had pressed down on his chest. He could not move, as if pinned by a thumbtack. For a moment, Jaekwon was confused whether this was consensual sex. Whether this could be called consensual sex, or even sex at all.

“Ah, ah…. hot, it’s hot….”

Wisoo clawed at his chest, digging his nails in as if to tear it open. Thanks to that, angry red nail marks appeared on the back of Jaekwon’s hand.

“M-Mr. Kwak Jaekwon.”

Because of Wisoo’s struggling, Jaekwon’s invasion had momentarily stopped. Wisoo panted for a while before coming one more time. Jaekwon understood that the heat, the unbearably stuffy and itchy feeling, were all due to his first heat.

“Mr. Kwak Jaekwon….”

Wisoo’s struggles gradually subsided. Was he tired? A drop of sweat fell from Jaekwon’s forehead as well. Wisoo lifted his dazed eyes and looked at Jaekwon. Then he reached out his arms. He hugged him tightly and rubbed his cheek against Jaekwon’s.

“I, I think I’m going to get scolded….”

“……”

“He said… if I misbehave like this… I’ll go to hell….”

Jaekwon let out a short laugh, ha. He felt like pulling his dick out and quitting everything, as if cold water had been thrown on him. But then,

“But… but if it’s like this… I’ll go to hell….”

Wisoo whispered.

“Me…. I’ll just be a bad kid and go to hell….”

Even in this moment, Seon Wisoo was talking nonsense. No, to be like this even after completely losing his reason, it must be a conviction. Jaekwon scoffed at the content, thinking it was utter bullshit, and got fucking hard at the sound of that voice.

“Do not go to hell.”

“Aack!”

Jaekwon sat up and thrust his hips up with a smack. Wisoo let out a short scream and stretched his body out straight.

“Kwak Bonyoung, that son of a bitch, is there.”

His vision sparkled. Wisoo wondered if glitter paper had been stuck to his pupils. At the same time, he repeated in his mind, Kwak Bonyoung, Kwak Bonyoung. Mr. Kwak Jaekwon, Mr. Kwak Bonyoung hasn’t gone to hell yet. He’s in this house.

However, Jaekwon thrust his hips up harder before Wisoo could spit out those words. It was a fortunate thing. Thanks to that, Wisoo’s tongue swelled up as if numbed, and the words could not come out.

“Heuu… euk…!”

“You are tight inside, Mr. Seon Wisoo,” Jaekwon muttered.

“You cannot even take half of my dick.”

“Haeu, eu….”

“Is it because you are a light eater.”

Jaekwon mumbled deliriously.

“But you ate meat well, Mr. Seon Wisoo…. You liked it.”

“I’m, I’m full….”

In reality, just Jaekwon’s cock entering him made him feel bloated all the way up to his solar plexus. Wisoo caressed his stomach. It felt stuffy, like he had indigestion.

“Once you get used to it, you will be able to eat more, I am sure.”

Jaekwon pressed down gently on Wisoo’s inguinal region, making him spread his legs wider. Then, he lowered his hips so that his coarse pubic hair would rub against the tender groin area and languidly ground up against him.

“…Ahh!”

Wisoo let out a choked, gasping moan. Jaekwon took Wisoo’s hand, which was trying to scratch the floor, and placed it on his own arm.

“With Kwak Bonyoung too, huh, did you fuck?”

Wisoo did not know the word fuck. However, he could only guess that it referred to what they were doing right now. Jaekwon, with his cock not going all the way in, was thrusting up as much as he could, thump, thump. It felt like something was gushing out from inside him, so Wisoo had to keep clenching his buttocks, and because of that, Jaekwon could not go in any further, which in turn made him use more force…. A vicious cycle that could melt a person’s spine was repeating itself.

“Huh? Did you do it….”

“N-no, I didn’t, hak, ha, I didn’t…! Keu… heuk!”

“Mr. Seon Wisoo, really…. Fuck, I am going to have to feed you a lot.”

Jaekwon muttered, gripping the thin body. It was unclear whether he meant food or his own cock; both interpretations flowed by indeterminately.

Jaekwon glanced at his own arm while thrusting up so hard that Wisoo’s hair swayed. This chip, isn’t it broken? Is it defective, or has its time run out? His head felt like it was going to lose it, to the point that such thoughts crossed his mind.

Wisoo had already lost his mind. The first heat was harsh. Goosebumps had broken out all over Wisoo’s body, and his nipples, not yet able to feel pleasure from that area, were fully erect, becoming engorged as Jaekwon sucked and pulled at them.

“Haeu, ha! Eu, eut, ah! W-wait!”

Wisoo, who had been aroused merely by the aura of his heat, felt something quite different from that pain-laced excitement. It was when Jaekwon pulled Wisoo’s pelvis, as if to place it on his own thigh, changing the angle.

“Th-there, ah! There, it, it feels weird…. Ah! Eu…!”

Jaekwon readjusted his grip on Wisoo’s pelvis. From having held it for just a moment, handprints were left on the spot he had just been gripping.

“Here?”

Jaekwon asked. Wisoo nodded, then let out a sound like keuuu, and tilted his chin back. Jaekwon stared blankly at Wisoo’s abdomen, which was swelling up even though he was not even all the way in. He stroked over it gently, then thrust up hard.

“Aack!”

Wisoo cried out, coming. Jaekwon counted in his head, the third time…. It was obvious that Seon Wisoo’s stamina would be pathetic. Would it be faster to make him pass out, or would it be faster for him to come repeatedly himself, drenching the inside and extinguishing the heat?

Jaekwon touched the lower part of himself that could not quite enter Wisoo.

“Get up.”

Then he pulled Wisoo and made him sit on top of him.

“Oo, ook….”

Wisoo, who looked like he would just collapse from exhaustion, wrapped his arms around Jaekwon’s neck and barely managed to stay seated.

“W-wait. It does not go all the way in….”

“I know.”

Jaekwon muttered and gripped Wisoo’s buttocks firmly. Then he pulled Wisoo’s hand and made him grasp the remaining base of his cock.

“Hold it tight. Hard.”

And that was all.

Wisoo, with his buttocks held by Jaekwon’s hands, was shaken like crazy. He was not moving on his own; he was being moved entirely by Jaekwon’s strength.

“Ah! Ah! Ahh! Aeu, ah!”

Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth from screaming so shamelessly. Jaekwon sucked on his chin, eating Wisoo’s saliva. Because his body was slightly leaned back from holding Jaekwon’s cock, his body tensed irregularly out of fear that he would fall backward at any moment. Jaekwon could not help but curse, because it felt as if Seon Wisoo’s insides were sucking him in like a suction cup.

“Ah, I am going to come inside once.”

Jaekwon muttered, his jaw bulging from clenching his teeth. He rubbed his forehead between Wisoo’s pink, flushed nape and his chest.

“That should make it a bit better.”

“Like, like taking medicine…?”

Wisoo, his reason loosely unraveled, mumbled. At those words, Jaekwon let out a short laugh.

“Yeah. Medicine.”

Jaekwon removed Wisoo’s hand, which had been clumsily holding and practically scratching the base of his cock due to the shaking. When he let him grab onto either his chest or his neck, Wisoo immediately clung tightly to Jaekwon and grabbed his hair.

“Ah….”

Jaekwon’s expression twisted slightly at the sharp pain.

However, it was just for a moment. Jaekwon brought down the hand that had been wrapped around Wisoo’s back and gripped his buttocks as well. No matter how much he was in heat, his body was experiencing this for the first time, so his insides had not fully relaxed. If he had gone through his first time without being in heat, he would have surely seen blood. Jaekwon casually brushed aside the fact that he had been assuming he would have sex with Seon Wisoo at some point. Because everything was an unconscious thought, more honest than consciousness.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

Jaekwon paused his movements for a moment and called to Wisoo, who was panting as if he were about to stop breathing.

“Ye, yes….”

“I got a vasectomy.”

“Yes…?”

“So do not worry about getting pregnant.”

Wisoo’s head was not working, so he did not understand, but he nodded anyway. Because it seemed that only then would he move again and once more poke the place that made his body involuntarily tingle, his insteps stretch out straight, and his toes fan out.

And Jaekwon did just as he had hoped.

Gripping his buttocks as if to split them apart and tensing his own thighs firmly, he thrust up, thump, thump, as if stamping him.

“……!”

This time, not even a sound came out. Wisoo gripped Jaekwon’s hair tightly, threw his head back with his eyes wide open, and then repeatedly rubbed his face against his shoulder, begging, while tears and saliva dripped down.

“Please, please….”

But what was he wishing for?

Wisoo did not know, but Jaekwon did. Or maybe he just thought he knew and wanted to grant his actions justification. But anyway, Jaekwon decided to do so.

“Yeah. I know. I said I know….”

Jaekwon came inside Wisoo, and Wisoo thought his body had shattered into pieces and all its parts were falling down like stone dust.

The fall was long and dizzying, and Jaekwon, catching Wisoo who was about to fall straight back, slowly and firmly thrust his cock up as he came.

“Mr. Kwak Jaekwon….”

Wisoo, unable to even fully open his eyes, mumbled in a heated voice.

“Please do not rot….”

And do not be afraid.

Jaekwon did not understand Wisoo’s words. He only caught Wisoo, who had fainted into a daze.

He had not even finished coming, but he got up from his spot. He supported Wisoo’s buttocks and cradled his head. After making him cling tightly to his body, he slowly ground his hips up. The area between Wisoo’s buttocks was already raw and red from his pubic hair. Of course, there were handprints there as well.

However, Jaekwon paid it no mind and climbed the stairs with Wisoo attached to his body. Jaekwon’s cock was so large that it was difficult for even a single drop of semen to leak out from between Wisoo’s hole. Still, as it slipped out and in slightly while climbing the stairs, a few drops fell, drip, drip. When Wisoo stirred, Jaekwon soothed him with a shhh.

Jaekwon gauged the heat from the warmth of Wisoo’s body. It was his first heat, so he did not know how many times he would have to make him come.

“Since it seems like we will have to go for a long time.”

He heads toward the room where he found the slip.

“You can wake up slowly.”

He pushes the door open with his foot. Then, even though there is no need to close it since they are the only ones in the house, he shuts the door firmly, as if not allowing even the slightest bit of voyeurism. As if telling not only the living, but even the dead, not to look inside.

With a water bottle tucked under his arm, Jaekwon is staring blankly at a very thick and soft towel that is soaking up water. His hair is disheveled, and his body is covered in nail marks and bite marks.

To be sure, if one were to state their first impression of Seon Wisoo, it would be listlessness. However, the more he got to know him, Seon Wisoo was far from listless. This was even true during sex. The bite mark on his chest hurt quite a bit, to the point that he thought it would be better to take an anti-inflammatory once the situation settled down to some extent.

“……”

The towel turned a dark color, completely soaked. Jaekwon yawned and turned off the faucet. After wringing out the damp towel in one go, he slowly rolled his neck and went up to the second floor. Through the open window, the sound of drizzling rain could be heard. He could not even remember when it had started to rain. He only thought that once Seon Wisoo felt a little better, he would definitely install a goddamn air conditioner.

Jaekwon opened the door and stepped inside. It was an action he himself did not understand. The way he kept closing the door.

However, once he entered and saw Seon Wisoo’s naked body sprawled on the bed, he stopped having such thoughts. One of Seon Wisoo’s legs was hanging limply off the side of the bed. Jaekwon lifted it back up and sat down on the edge of the bed next to him.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

Instead of an answer, only the sound of rain is heard.

Wisoo was sleeping soundly, breathing softly. At the end, Seon Wisoo had collapsed face down on the bed, unable to even lift his arms and legs, so he had fucked him just like that. Pressed by the bed and by Kwak Jaekwon’s body, Wisoo’s body was flushed red. Though the state of his body was generally so wretched that a bit of flushing red was not a problem.

“Would you like some water?”

Jaekwon asked. Wisoo still did not answer. Jaekwon, having unscrewed the water bottle cap, pulled Wisoo’s body and laid him across his thighs. On his face, which flopped back, there were traces of semen, and one could not tell when it had gotten there or when it had dried. He had intended to wipe between his legs, but he would have to wipe there first.

“Eung….”

At the touch of a hand rubbing his face, Wisoo made a displeased sound. He tried to turn his head a little as if to avoid it, but each time, he had no strength, so it just flopped around. Jaekwon grabbed a handful of Wisoo’s hair and held his head still.

“You look quiet and gentle when one looks at you, but you surprisingly do not stay still.”

He speaks pointlessly to a partner who is not in a state to listen. Jaekwon painstakingly wiped Wisoo’s eyelids. It was stuck together to a somewhat troublesome degree. Jaekwon was slightly dumbfounded, wondering when he had come on Wisoo’s face like this. Because he had no memory of it at all.

However, he calmly wiped his face, and soon lowered his hand to rub his chest. The real problem, in fact, was between his legs more than anywhere else.

“…Disgusting.”

Jaekwon said self-deprecatingly and gently laid Wisoo down, spreading his legs. Without much effort, Wisoo’s legs parted easily. Even while sleeping soundly, he would intermittently twitch his body. Jaekwon wiped Wisoo’s body, gauging his temperature. It was still hot. It meant that more time was needed.

“Is this your first heat?”

Even when asked, no answer returned.

Jaekwon gently pressed Wisoo’s entrance. At that, with a gurgle, what he had poured inside came out in a clump. He clicked his tongue. As if it were not his own doing that he had come enough to fill a stomach.

It was a good thing he had the vasectomy; if he had not, there would have been serious trouble today. Jaekwon inserted his index and middle fingers into the hole that accepted them without resistance and scraped it out. He had placed a towel underneath, but it was getting messy in an instant.

After repeating this a few times, Wisoo began to groan.

“More…. More….”

“If we do more, you might have to go to the hospital.”

“I want to do more….”

Even though he knew he was not in his right mind, Jaekwon took Wisoo’s words as if he were genuinely pleading. It was a very selfish behavior.

Jaekwon’s pants, which he had thrown on, were already tenting, making them pointless. Still, he roughly cleaned up the aftermath. Wisoo’s dick was red to a point where it was certainly painful. Jaekwon went so far as to wrap the towel around his fingers.

“……”

He looked at Wisoo with a quiet expression and, with his lower half fully erect, pushed the towel-wrapped fingers into Wisoo’s insides.

“Haeu…!”

Wisoo let out a moan in a completely hoarse voice. Jaekwon rubbed his insides gently, so as not to hurt him, but the texture of the high-quality towel was an excessive stimulation for Wisoo.

Wisoo opened his eyes. His vision was not clear because of his feverish body. Nevertheless, he fumbled his hand down and found Jaekwon’s wrist. Jaekwon let himself be caught without resistance.

“Are you… going to do more?”

Was he telling him to do it, or not to?

When Jaekwon did not answer, he started to look frightened, yet he twitched his hips and began to shake the hand holding his wrist.

“Are you masturbating with my hand?”

Jaekwon asked. Instead of an answer, Wisoo just went haeu, aeu, and tried to spread his legs wider.

“Your pelvis is all spread open.”

“Th-then that is a good thing, is it not….”

“It is not a good thing when you are not in your right mind.”

At some point, Jaekwon’s voice also started to grow hoarse again.

The inside of Wisoo’s thigh twitched. His knees trembled. Jaekwon pushed his hand deeper, thump, just as Wisoo wanted.

“Aeuuu!”

Trembling so pitifully, all he could manage was to come a few pathetic, clear drops, pit, pit. Jaekwon, while burying his towel-wrapped fingers so deep it made his wrist bones stand out, reached out his arm and brought over the water.

“Drink some water.”

When he supported Wisoo’s head and brought the water bottle to his lips, Wisoo, though trembling, took a few sips. Most of it was spilled. When Jaekwon took some in his own mouth and passed it to him, Wisoo, who had in the meantime grown accustomed to Jaekwon’s tongue and mouth, gulped it down.

The towel that came out was soaking wet. It was because Wisoo had been leaking, making the wiping futile.

“I tried my best to take care of you, Mr. Seon Wisoo, but you make it all for naught.”

While chiding him like that, Jaekwon threw the towel on the floor and settled himself between Wisoo’s legs. Thanks to having his legs spread apart for longer than he had kept them together for a while, Wisoo was now able to make space for the width of Jaekwon’s torso even with his eyes closed. By now, if he were to go buy pants for Jaekwon, he would be able to know the size just by spreading his legs, even without the help of a dead person.

“Down here, it has melted like jelly.”

“Jel…ly…?”

“Have you ever had jelly pudding?”

“No….”

Of course he had not. Jaekwon let out a short laugh. Wisoo, who had probably almost never eaten sweet things, licked his lips, his craving for forbidden things having grown. He felt he should show him a picture of that cheap-tasting stuff made from Jell-O powder. But not now, later.

It feels like fucking a green jelly pudding. Jaekwon spread Wisoo’s buttocks as if to split them. His swollen entrance must have hurt, because Wisoo made a crying sound. And his bottom cried too. When he rubbed the head of his cock against it, a vulgar sound like jjeop jjeop jjeup was made.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo, I asked if this was your first heat.”

“I do not know.”

“You said you do not remember because you took medicine and slept through every heat.”

Wisoo nodded. His hair, which had been repeatedly soaked in sweat and dried, was about to get wet again.

“Are you going to forget this one too, just like that?”

Wisoo craned his neck as much as he could toward his lower body, which was only being teased at the entrance, tantalizingly. Still, he could not see his lower body. Jaekwon decided to interpret the way he wet his lips with his tongue as he pleased, whether it was because he wanted to eat his cock or because he wanted him to stop.

“Huh? Are you going to forget.”

“Aheuu….”

Jaekwon pushed in until the ridge of his glans and then pulled out. The sensitized entrance gaped on its own as the part below the ridge pulled at the flesh and released it. It was clearly tasting him.

When Jaekwon repeated this a few times, he felt a gush of warm fluid pour out from the connected part inside. Jaekwon laughed in disbelief. Was this not a body that was lewd to the point of being unbelievable?

“This is not my usual type…. Both you, Mr. Seon Wisoo, and this kind of sex are not my type.”

“Heuu, ah, inside…. a little more inside….”

“But I do not think I will be able to forget this time either, so if you forget, Mr. Seon Wisoo, I think I will feel pretty… fucking shitty.”

Wisoo stretched out his hand as far as he could and tried to grip Jaekwon’s thigh. However, he could only get frustrated at the width that he could not even wrap his hand around even when spread wide. This was precisely the reason why there were so many nail marks on Jaekwon’s thighs.

“I, I will not forget.”

Wisoo said, panting. A sense of anticipation, that if he answered like this, he would be let in all the way, was apparent.

“Never, I will never forget….”

“Mr. Seon Wisoo. Are you going to act like a different person again?”

“No. No…. I am not like that when I am with you, Mr. Kwak Jaekwon.”

“But you were just a moment ago.”

As if threatening him, Jaekwon’s cock repeatedly slid a little way inside and then slipped out. Tears welled up in Wisoo’s eyes from sorrow.

“It was not a moment ago…. It was a long time ago….”

“I do not know, fuck. Whether a few hours have passed or a few days.”

Jaekwon leaned his body forward. Along with that, the penetration deepened somewhat.

“You cannot even eat it all, yet you are so greedy.”

“Heuuu, keu… eung.”

“Let us burn those clothes and tear down this house and redecorate it.”

“Heok, eung, euu… eung.”

“You answered, right.”

As if saying he did well, as if stamping a ‘good job’ stamp, Jaekwon thrust up with a poke. Still, he swallowed it better than the first time. Jaekwon wanted to go even deeper and break down all the doors in the deep, innermost parts of Seon Wisoo’s body.

“D-do as you please, heuk!”

“It is not my house.”

At some point, beads of sweat were forming on Jaekwon’s forehead as well. In the hot summer, having sex with the doors closed was enough to drive a person crazy due to the trapped air and humidity. But it felt like it would have been like this even in winter.

“It is your stepmother’s house, huh?”

“Ahh!”

“Alright. I will not call her that.”

Wisoo scratched Jaekwon’s thigh painfully. He smiled, as if grimacing. Then he swept Wisoo up into an embrace.

The size difference was considerable, so Wisoo was completely hidden in Jaekwon’s arms. If one were to look from behind Jaekwon, it would have looked as if he were masturbating by himself, except for the legs coming out from the side of his torso. Jaekwon held Wisoo tightly and moved his body. Wisoo did not need to do anything. Just being shaken was enough.

“Ahh! Ah! Ah! Th-there! Ahh…!”

“This is not even, heu, the deep inside.”

Jaekwon dug into Wisoo’s insides with the head of his cock as if palpating it. Wisoo’s belly was small and he was a light eater. He was absolutely not the type for Jaekwon, who possessed a penis that far exceeded the average. And yet, he does not want to leave here.

“I want to go in this far….”

Jaekwon made him touch his stomach, fumbling. Wisoo writhed at the hand that stopped below his solar plexus. He cried that he was scared, and his bottom cried that it felt good.

A squelching sound was made. At some point, Jaekwon was releasing his pheromones like a barbarian. After playing with Seon Wisoo, he had become just like him. The room was a mixture of sensitive, transparent pheromones and dark blue, ink-like pheromones.

The dead things that had no intention of leaving the house had just fled in a hurry, terrified by the excessive yang energy coming from Jaekwon more than the yin energy coming from Wisoo. In a corner or somewhere in the yard, only two would remain, those who would not leave this house.

“Ah! Ahh, ah!”

Now with nothing left to ejaculate, Wisoo found the clenching of his lower abdomen painful. He pinched and bit, did everything he could to push Jaekwon away, but Jaekwon would not let him go.

“N-no…! No. It is hard, it is hard…. I feel like I am going to die…!”

His lower abdomen churned violently, and it spread throughout his entire body, making even his fingertips and toes tremble. When the inner walls enveloping his cock began to chew on his member as if they were lined with countless tiny teeth, Jaekwon started to thrust like a mad horse.

“Why are you so tight….”

He spat out curses, venting his frustration at not being able to act on his desires as he pleased. It was the very image of an unrefined alpha, something he despised. Even though a wet sound was made every time Jaekwon pounded into him, Wisoo thought his body was burning up like a dry bush set on fire. The trembling grew stronger and stronger, and his lower abdomen tightened so much that his lean abdominal muscles stood out.

“Heo, heok, ook….”

With a slight gag, Wisoo curled his body up sharply. His knees flew up, his legs coming up to below Jaekwon’s armpits. He wanted to curl up into a ball like an egg and somehow escape this enormous wave, but he could not because of Jaekwon’s body. If so, then there was no choice but to be shattered obediently.

“Ah, no….”

Wisoo mumbled vacantly with wide-open eyes.

A blissful pleasure continued, as if falling down a very long road. But nothing came out. The semen, which had no use, had dried up completely, and his cock stood erect, only the empty hole of his urethra twitching.

“Ah, fuck.”

However, the inside was not. Jaekwon clenched his teeth hard and then pulled his hips straight back. Simultaneously with his thick cock pulling out with a pop, a gush of fluid poured out. That fluid soaked Jaekwon’s member.

“Haa, haa….”

Breathing heavily, Jaekwon stared blankly at the fluid that Wisoo was pouring out repeatedly as he convulsed, chwak, chak. His buttocks twitched and his waist trembled up and down. Not only the sheets, but also Jaekwon’s insteps and shins were soaked.

“Keu….”

Wisoo let out a sound like keuuu and threw his head straight back. At some point, Jaekwon had been standing on the floor, holding Wisoo up and pounding into him relentlessly. Only his captured legs were held in the air by Jaekwon’s strength, while his upper body fell completely backward onto the bed. With a soft thud, a trickling sound came from Wisoo’s penis. It was a very small amount of urine.

“……”

Jaekwon, still holding Wisoo’s legs, wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Sweat was dripping from him as well.

“…I cannot do it anymore….”

He mumbles as if sleep-talking. Jaekwon vowed to himself that he would definitely buy a thermometer on his next outing. He needed to confirm that the heat was over with an objective indicator. Otherwise… even if Seon Wisoo’s body cooled down, it was obvious that he would use the excuse that his own body was hot to warm them up together and then fuck him again like this until he pissed and shat himself. And it would not even end with just one time.

Jaekwon stared at Wisoo intently with bloodshot eyes. And without breaking his gaze, he pushed his own member in. He, too, was starting to feel a stinging pain in his cock. The inside was wet and still tight. Jaekwon did not hold back his urge to come and, after a few deep thrusts, came deep inside Wisoo. Because of this insertion, his groin and thighs were also wet with splashed fluid.

“…It is okay.”

Wisoo mumbled with his eyes closed. His tongue was loose, so it sounded like, It-sh okay.

“It is not like a baby… will be made anyway….”

Wisoo mumbled, furrowing his brow and smacking his lips. What food could he be thinking of now? Jaekwon, without pulling his member out of Wisoo, chided him in a voice that was, at least, quite rational.

“I know. I told you. It will not happen. Because I am tied up.”

As if to mock the fact that he had been briefly awake, Wisoo, who had fallen completely asleep, tossed and turned. As his upper body turned to the side, it squeezed Jaekwon’s member tightly. He grimaced ferociously and pulled out his cock.

Maybe, just as Secretary Shin said, Seon Wisoo can bewitch people.

The sound of the washing machine can be heard. Wisoo opened his eyes blankly. Looking at the ceiling, it was the first floor, not the second. Fumbling around, he felt the leather of the sofa. The texture of leather is the worst in the summer….

The laundry room door closed with a thud, and the sound of the washing machine was no longer heard. Wisoo just slowly blinked his eyes and stroked the leather.

Into Wisoo’s field of vision, Jaekwon came. He was standing at the head of the sofa where Wisoo was, and because he was leaning over, he appeared upside down.

“You are awake.”

“……”

Wisoo did not answer. He knew that even without trying to speak, his voice would be so hoarse that no sound would come out.

Jaekwon stared at the unresponsive Wisoo and then scratched his neck. At that, the bright red scratches on his forearm caught his eye.

The marks were not only there. They were also on the back of his hand, his neck, and his wrist.

“You are hungry, right.”

Jaekwon asked casually. So casually that Wisoo wondered if a zombie incident had broken out while he was asleep and ended just before he woke up. That was how smoothly he was moving past what the two of them had done for a period of time he did not know whether it was hours or days.

“They made the side dishes you requested and left. They look delicious, let us eat.”

Jaekwon heated up the rice and even set out the side dishes. Wisoo, still looking at the ceiling, only lazily rolled his body over after hearing the sound of utensils being set down.

“Ack…!”

However, he had no strength to stop his rolling body, and his joints would not listen to him, so he ended up falling flat on his face.

It was a good thing there was a thick carpet on the floor; otherwise, his nose and front teeth would have been done for.

Tsk tsk, Jaekwon, clicking his tongue, came over and yanked Wisoo up. He was so strong that even though he was also an adult, the tips of his toes dangled and swayed.

“It is because you were in a state with your pelvis spread open for a long time.”

Jaekwon carried Wisoo and moved. He sat him down in a chair and rolled up Wisoo’s sleeves. Only then did his own appearance come into Wisoo’s view. It was a set of clothes that was clearly Jaekwon’s size. It was one of the outfits he had been wearing on the second day they met, before he was taken to the hospital.

“Eat.”

Every single movement felt unfamiliar, as if he was experiencing his body for the first time. Wisoo, unaware that Jaekwon was sitting closer to him than usual, at the corner of the table, slowly raised his hand. Both the spoon and the hand holding it were trembling.

“I definitely feel refreshed.”

Wisoo mumbled.

“But I am tired.”

“That is how it is, usually.”

Jaekwon seasoned the soup and then naturally swapped Wisoo’s bowl with his own. Wisoo, busy looking at his trembling spoon, did not notice.

“Eat. Hurry up.”

“……”

Wisoo glared at Jaekwon, who seemed genuinely unfazed.

“I guess you are very used to this, that it is how it usually is, and that it is nothing.”

“Mm. Well. I am old enough.”

“Must be nice.”

Jaekwon, with his head slightly bowed, laughed quietly.

“It is not nice.”

“Really? Still, you must have met a lot of people. I am just a little… envious of that.”

“Do you like people?”

Jaekwon asked, offering Wisoo the braised pork and potatoes.

“Even though people tormented you so much, Mr. Seon Wisoo?”

“……”

“I have not lived like a whore. But I have a designation and I am of age, so I did pursue efficiency in various ways.”

Wisoo soaked his rice in the soup and chewed mumblingly. The seasoning was perfect for his palate. Unaware that Jaekwon had adjusted it for him, his eyes shone at the first proper meal he had eaten in a long time. Jaekwon watched him and then got up from his seat. A moment later, he returned with a piece of paper in his hand. He unfolded it and held it out to Wisoo.

“It is a document stating that I am clean, with no STDs.”

Jaekwon took a large spoonful of rice. After chewing cleanly, he pointed to the paper.

“I should have shown you this first, but the situation being what it was, the order got messed up. I got it issued first thing this morning. It is a good thing you woke up late, Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

“……”

“And there is no need to worry about getting pregnant since I am tied up. We made a mess, but the cleanup will be neat. Still, if you have any feelings of anger, disappointment, or the desire to kill me, I would appreciate it if you would tell me whatever comes to mind.”

Wisoo swallowed the rice grains that had become sweet from being chewed for so long. Then he quietly looked away from the paper and looked at Jaekwon.

“It was good.”

Jaekwon coughed, kul-leok.

“Excuse me?”

It was an unexpected answer.

“It was good. It is a shame I do not remember the details. Still, I want to do it again.”

“Mr. Seon Wisoo. That is because I matched myself to you…. No. Anyway, it was a special situation, a heat.”

Jaekwon was about to say, it is because I had sex that was tailored to you, but his conscience bothered him so much that he stopped himself. He had thrown away at least five towels while wiping Seon Wisoo’s body and cleaning up the aftermath. It seemed those towels, currently spinning in the washing machine, were spinning along with Jaekwon’s conscience.

“Still, it was good.”

“……”

“It is incredibly tiring, though.”

Wisoo chewed his rice thoroughly, as if to replenish his depleted energy. Jaekwon waited silently until he had finished chewing, swallowed, and opened his mouth again.

“Still, I like being in contact with you, Mr. Kwak Jaekwon.”

“…Would you really still like it if I spanked your ass and tied up your body and timed you?”

“It felt good when you spanked my ass before, too.”

Wisoo said it without a hint of shyness or embarrassment. Jaekwon was once again convinced that the educational policy of that man called ‘teacher’ was seriously flawed.

“But what is the tying up part? How do you tie me up?”

At the innocent question, Jaekwon let out a deep sigh. It did not seem like a topic to be discussed in broad daylight, at the dinner table. Jaekwon placed some braised pork on top of the spoon of Wisoo, who was only eating rice soaked in soup. He was going to give him a potato, but he wanted to feed him meat. Instead, he cuts it into small pieces.

“Eat. Let us eat first and then move.”

Jaekwon tore the squarely cut meat.

“We are going to be busy today, so you will have to move diligently.”

Going to be busy? Wisoo’s days were usually stretched out like a midday spiderweb, so the phrase was unfamiliar. What on earth would they be busy with? He even felt a thrill of anticipation. Wisoo nodded and took a large bite of his spoon. The braised pork was salty and sweet, finally satisfying Wisoo’s hunger.

Jaekwon put Wisoo in the car first. Wisoo waited for Jaekwon with an anxious expression, the car door wide open. He appeared a short while later, holding a paper bag in his hand. He closed Wisoo’s side of the car door and returned to the driver’s seat. It seemed that what was in the bag was not an important object. Judging by the way he tossed it into the back seat.

“We are going to go take a look at one of the properties tied to your name, Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

Jaekwon did not provide a detailed explanation. After saying only that, he started the car. The car began to drive in the opposite direction of the accommodation where Hwang Gujo was staying. Wisoo looked back at the house and Hwang Gujo’s hotel.

“It is dangerous.”

Jaekwon immediately sat Wisoo straight.

Wisoo shivered at the touch of Jaekwon’s hand on his waist. Until now, of course it had felt good when Jaekwon touched him. It was reassuring, refreshing, and like he could finally breathe. But now, it was quite different. It was reassuring and at the same time, anxious. His body tingled and felt refreshed, yet he felt suffocated.

“Huuu….”

Wisoo took a deep breath in and out. Jaekwon quietly opened the window for him. Thinking that Wisoo was feeling stuffy. Not knowing that he was being unusually considerate of him and was feeling restless because of him.

That was understandable, because in reality, Jaekwon, too, was not as relaxed as he appeared. Nor was he as unfazed as he seemed.

Jaekwon’s fingers tapped the steering wheel, tok, tok. The tapping would speed up and slow down irregularly. It would speed up when it seemed like Wisoo was moving and looking at him, and it would slow down when Wisoo leaned his body out the window.

The sensation of that touch on his hand is still vivid. By rough estimation, they had spent two and a half days in the bedroom. The housekeeper must have come and gone, but he had no memory of hearing her. In fact, it felt as if he had been the one to go through the heat.

“Your body.”

Jaekwon tried to ask casually, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse, like someone who had just had sex, that it was embarrassing.

“How is your body.”

Jaekwon asked again after clearing his throat. Wisoo stroked his own body.

“I am a little tired, but I am okay.”

“That is a relief.”

“I think I might have lost some weight too.”

There was really nothing to say about that. Jaekwon let out a needless, dry cough.

Wisoo started to doze off while watching the changing scenery outside the window. No matter how sleep-deprived he was, he never fell asleep when moving to another place and was instead on pins and needles, but maybe it was because he was with Kwak Jaekwon that he felt drowsy.

When he woke up, he was covered with a very soft blanket, though he did not know where it had come from. Jaekwon was looking at his phone, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

“…Have we arrived?”

At Wisoo’s question, Jaekwon nodded his head. Just then, a call came.

“Hello.”

Jaekwon’s voice did not sound very good. Wisoo was suddenly scared, wondering if his cousin had contacted him.

He had been avoiding his phone all this time. Yet, he had been anxious, hiding it somewhere for fear that Jaekwon might see his cousin’s text messages. He was scared of what other messages might have arrived during the time he had not been able to check.

“Yeah. I want to start the work as soon as possible. Any company that can start right away will do.”

Jaekwon got out of the car and finally lit the cigarette.

“I do not really care about the quality either. It was a house I wanted to demolish anyway.”

He could not hear the rest of the words as the door closed.

By the time he finished smoking, the call had also ended. Jaekwon, brushing off his clothes, opened the door.

“Get out.”

The place where they got out was an empty lot. Wisoo walked with Jaekwon across the grassy field, past a faded sign indicating private property.

The place where his feet stopped was a round, empty patch of land covered in gravel. Only an old container and a few pieces of junk were scattered about. It seemed to have been used as a parking lot or a warehouse, or whatever, and then cleared away. Jaekwon pulled over a similarly rusted drum from beside the rusted container. Wisoo tilted his head and looked inside the drum. There were half-burnt pieces of trash and semi-burnt logs.

“Was this an item you were fond of?”

At Jaekwon’s voice, he lifted his head and saw him. No, the slip he was holding.

Wisoo could neither nod nor answer. His throat was choked with shame.

“I asked if you were fond of it.”

However, if asked about his preference, it was, of course, something he loathed. So much so. He himself, wearing that thing, was horrifying. Always.

“…No.”

“Then that is settled.”

At Wisoo’s answer, Jaekwon threw it into the drum without hesitation. Then he tore the paper bag. He held a lighter to the long, trailing strip of waste paper.

“Oh…!”

In a flash, he threw the lit paper into the drum. Jaekwon broke the lighter and poured its contents inside as well. The fire flared up in an instant.

“Your bangs are burning.”

Muttering, he pushed up Wisoo’s sunken head.

“A-are you really burning it…?”

“Then do I burn it fake?”

Jaekwon fumbled for a cigarette, then clicked his tongue upon seeing the broken lighter.

“If, if I do this, I will get in trouble….”

Wisoo repeatedly approached and backed away from the drum, fidgeting. In the end, Jaekwon had to stand in his way to stop him.

“Who are you going to get in trouble with?”

Jaekwon asked, standing between the drum and Wisoo.

“The, the Chairman and my teacher and….”

“That damn teacher of yours just does not leave you alone, Mr. Seon Wisoo.”

Jaekwon finally reached out his arm and lit his cigarette from the fire that was burning with the slip as fuel.

“Even when we were doing it, it felt like a threesome, so it was not exactly pleasant.”

“Th-that is not it….”

“If you are going to keep talking about him, then introduce me to that person too. Huh?”

“……”

“And if by that Chairman you mean Kwak Bonyoung.”

This person is in a very bad mood right now. Wisoo noticed at once.

He had been fine in the car, but from the moment he took out the slip again, his mood had hit rock bottom. The shitty mood seemed like it would remain like dregs even after all of that had burned away. His appetite plummeted. He even threw the long cigarette into the drum. The smell of burning was thick in the air.

“Because Kwak Bonyoung is dead.”

Jaekwon muttered, his head turned to the side.

“You would do better to be more afraid of me, who is alive.”

“……”

“Even if you are a strange person who feels more at home in the world of the dead, I can touch that side, and I can also ruin it.”

To Wisoo, the word ‘ruin’ was not scary at all, but rather thrilling. Because everything Kwak Jaekwon had done so far had made him break his teacher’s rules, and all of it had been sweet to the taste and felt good.

“Are you going to hold Kwak Bonyoung’s 49th day memorial service?”

Wisoo asked with sparkling eyes. Jaekwon had already completely forgotten about Kwak Bonyoung’s death anniversary.

“When did he die again.”

As Jaekwon frowned and fumbled with the date, Wisoo told him first. There were about 20 days left. Jaekwon felt very strange at the fact that it had already been almost a month since he met Seon Wisoo.

“Do we have to do it?”

Jaekwon, despite being the chief mourner, asked Wisoo. Wisoo nodded enthusiastically.

“Let us do it. Let us invite monks too and bid him a very good farewell, us.”

If he had said it out of grief from parting, his mood would have hit an even lower rock bottom, but because he had an expression like a child looking forward to an entrance ceremony, Jaekwon ended up nodding.

The two of them waited until everything was burnt and there was nothing left to burn, until the fire died down with black smoke. Jaekwon kicked the bottom of the drum to mix the ashes. Only stale smoke came out; it seemed that every last ember had been extinguished.

The smell of smoke had thoroughly permeated both of their clothes and hair. Jaekwon, feeling Wisoo’s pheromones flowing sharply even amidst it, muttered to himself without realizing it.

“Mr. Seon Wisoo, you should learn the law. Since I will not be by your side forever, you should find a way to protect yourself.”