The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 12.1 - extra 1: the smell of a flower

I want to eat tteokbokki.

Yeonseo suddenly opened his eyes. With eyes still heavy with sleep, he stared at the hospital ceiling. On the ceiling of the hospital room, which could be mistaken for a hotel, an unexpected hallucination unfolded.

It was the middle of the night. His lover’s even breathing, a sign of the deep dawn, moistened his ears.

‘Why tteokbokki all of a sudden…. But I want to eat it… the kind they sell at the market.’

It was a situation that even Yeonseo, who had thought of it, found utterly absurd. To think he would wake up abruptly from a sound sleep because he was thinking of tteokbokki.

But once he pictured it in his head, his desire became increasingly clear. The tteokbokki he wanted to eat was not just any tteokbokki, but had transformed into ‘the tteokbokki sold at a street stall near his old house’.

A thick, sweet and savory sauce and chewy rice cakes. And on the other hand, the fish cakes cooked until they were very soft, almost mushy. The tteokbokki he used to buy a piece or two at a time by scraping together one or two hundred won in his poor childhood was a delicacy in a different sense from ‘jelly’.

After moving from the shantytown, Yeonseo had a hard time growing fond of his new neighborhood. However, he quickly took a liking to the tteokbokki he had discovered by chance. It was partly because of its very stimulating flavor, and also because the old man who sold the tteokbokki had readily welcomed even a child who was no better than a beggar as a customer.

One rice cake and two fish cakes for one hundred won. Three rice cakes and two fish cakes for two hundred won.

Only now did he know that the old man had practically given him the tteokbokki for free. As his height, which was once only as tall as the small cart, gradually grew and eventually surpassed even the old man’s height, Yeonseo naturally came to understand the units and value of money.

After he knew, he tried to pay the proper price, whether it was one thousand won or two thousand won. So on some days, he would buy tteokbokki to eat, and on other days, he would save that money to buy jelly and soothe the hardships of reality.

‘I haven’t had any reason to go there at all after leaving that house.’

Putting aside the fact that he didn’t even want to go near the neighborhood because he was so sick of it, the point that he had never once missed the tteokbokki was, deep down, surprising. Before, after some time had passed, that stimulating taste would occasionally flicker in his mind.

There was a probable reason. While staying at Tae Shinju’s house, Yeonseo ate a variety of foods to his heart’s content every day. Every single dish was excellent in both taste and presentation, so there was no room for cheap tteokbokki to squeeze in. And to maintain his loyalty to tteokbokki, he had only eaten it once every few months to begin with.

In short, it was not the kind of food he would wake up from sleep and smack his lips for.

Besides, why tteokbokki of all things? It would have been more understandable if it were one of the various desserts Tae Shinju had let him taste, or a side dish, or some other particularly impressive food.

‘Tteokbokki….’

To make matters worse, saliva was pooling in his mouth. It was getting more and more difficult. The lingering sleepiness had all but vanished, and his eyes were wide awake.

This is absurd.

Yeonseo chided himself.

‘No. It’s nighttime. If you really want to eat it, let’s talk about it later in the daytime.’

He had never been greedy for food in his life, so there was a sense of embarrassment as well. Yeonseo firmly closed his eyes and focused on his lover’s breathing. His calm inhales and exhales were a sedative that always reassured Yeonseo.

How much time had passed since he closed his eyes?

‘He starts his business in the late afternoon… so how many hours do I have to wait?’

Although it varied slightly each day, the opening time was at least in the evening, and he did business until late at dawn. It seemed he came after doing some other odd jobs during the daytime. He thought the man had started his business earlier when he was a child, but it had been getting later and later. Considering the old man’s age, the fact that he was still in business at all was remarkable.

He understood it in his head. However,

‘It would be difficult to go at this hour of the dawn….’

His true feelings couldn’t help but become sullen. He couldn’t go out to eat tteokbokki at the crack of dawn before the sun had even risen, and waiting until the evening opening time felt like an eternity.

He turns his body and looks at his sleeping lover.

Tae Shinju was lying on his side on Yeonseo’s bed, slightly hunched over. Befitting the luxurious hospital room, the bed was large enough to fully accommodate his height, but it was a bit tight for two people to lie in. It was probably because it was a patient’s bed.

Of course, there was a separate bed for a guardian in the space right across. Moreover, that bed was spacious enough for several people to lie on. It was just in a separate room from the one Yeonseo was lying in.

Yeonseo had never experienced such a hospital room that did not feel like a hospital room in his entire life. It was shocking that the term ‘hospital room’ could encompass the room where the patient stayed, the adjoining space for the guardian, a drawing room, a conference room, a kitchen, a bathroom with a bathtub, and a separate bathroom with only a shower.

Leaving behind the bed prepared for him in such a place, the man had constantly stayed by Yeonseo’s side. He had volunteered for nursing duties without lying down or sleeping, as if it were the most natural thing to do.

If he hadn’t known about his past, he would have been moved by his devoted side, staying up even through the night. In Yeonseo’s eyes, he saw a man whose sleep had vanished because his nerves were on edge from the kidnapping incident. That was why he had suggested they at least lie down together on the narrow bed. It seemed to have had a calming effect, as he now appeared to be back to his usual self.

Yeonseo’s gaze wavered.

‘…No. Still, asking this of him is too… it’s a terrible thing to do.’

What was so special about that damn tteokbokki. It wasn’t important enough to wake someone who had just fallen asleep.

Yeonseo raised the corners of his mouth sheepishly. Aside from a few problems, he was very satisfied with the life of being cooped up in one place with him.

‘Is this an immature thought?’

He should be telling him to hurry back home, considering the uncomfortable sleeping arrangements.

Feeling awkward, Yeonseo rubbed his cheek for no reason and quietly got out of bed. Just staring at him made his appetite flare up even more, which was a disaster. It was even more troublesome because it was ambiguous whether it was because of the tteokbokki or because of Tae Shinju.

He waved a hand to confirm that he was sound asleep. He became cautious, afraid that the light sleeper might wake up at the slightest movement.

Yeonseo slipped out of the hospital room and reached the drawing room, then let out the breath he had been holding. He had passed through two rooms to get there.

The doors in the luxurious ward were not loud. The soundproofing was also good, so it felt like staying in a high-end hotel. The drawing room attached to the hospital room reinforced the hotel-like feeling.

A soft carpet was laid on the floor of the drawing room. Coming out barefoot to muffle the noise had been a good choice. However, the fact that tteokbokki started to flicker in his mind again once he was alone was a bit of a problem.

“What on earth is wrong with me….”

It was so bad that, unlike himself, he felt like grabbing anyone and asking them to buy it for him.

It was then that a thought, which he himself found ridiculous, welled up.

‘…Should I ask? Is it… okay to ask?’

To the man standing guard outside the hospital room.

Baek Heon-jae. The man, whom Yeonseo had met a few times, seemed to be standing guard outside the entire time Tae Shinju was staying in the ward. The reason behind this was also partly due to Yeonseo flinching upon seeing the other gangsters.

Was it the day after he regained consciousness?

Baek Heon-jae had picked out a few burly men with dark clothes and visited the hospital room. He said they were the personnel who would guard the hospital room, including Yeonseo’s personal safety, for the time being.

—They’re ignorant fools, but they won’t bother you. I’m just letting you know because you, with your balls the size of a pea, might get scared, so you don’t need to remember their faces.

Tae Shinju had added in explanation. Though he said that, it was presumed that he intended for Yeonseo to get familiar with their faces. Given his personality, he wouldn’t have even mentioned them if he had planned to simply use them as security personnel.

Whatever his true intentions were, Yeonseo never had a chance to face them again. This was because Yeonseo, after checking the faces of the men lined up in a row, had hidden behind Tae Shinju’s back.

Among them was the very person who had once barged into his house with Tae Hyunwoong and spouted lewd remarks at Yeonseo. In the end, he had not caused any direct harm, but the memory of being frightened was so strong that he had shown it without realizing.

As a result, Tae Shinju stayed put regardless of what was happening outside, and the men guarding outside the hospital room were replaced with those who had never frequented Yeonseo’s house. Meanwhile, Baek Heon-jae kept his post most of the time. He was a man who, much like Tae Shinju, did not seem to need sleep.

Perhaps thanks to old memories, Yeonseo found Baek Heon-jae intimidating, but compared to the other gangsters, he was approachable enough to talk to. A strange belief formed that if he asked him, he would get the tteokbokki, whether he had someone else do it or went himself.

The moment he took a step toward the entrance, Yeonseo snapped back to his senses. He painfully pinched his bruised cheek.

“Ugh….”

You idiot. You’ve gone crazy, possessed by tteokbokki.

“Who are you asking what of right now.”

He was shocked by the fact that he was about to order someone around to buy a mere serving of tteokbokki, that the person was not even a delivery person he had hired, and that he was even about to order a gangster guarding the outside to do something.

After some deliberation, Yeonseo decided to install a delivery app.

‘There are delivery apps, right…. Why didn’t I think of that sooner.’

Even though he had no reason to use one until now, he knew they existed.

He rubbed the back of his neck, which had grown warm from his own foolishness, and was about to go back to the room. His phone was in the bedroom.

Actually, Yeonseo didn’t know whether his desired tteokbokki place offered a delivery service or not. He just surmised that rather than just standing here and daydreaming, maybe putting some other tteokbokki in his stomach would make the tormenting fantasy subside.

And while asking someone to go all the way to the tteokbokki stand and back felt like a bit of a burden, he also thought that asking for someone to accompany him to the hospital entrance might be okay.

As soon as he made a decision, Yeonseo was plagued by another worry.

‘What time is it right now…. Is it okay to order delivery food at a hospital?’

He looked around, searching for a clock. The clock in the drawing room indicated that it was currently around two forty-five in the morning.

“Ah… they must be closed.”

He kept forgetting it was the middle of the night. Even though he was out here talking about tteokbokki at this hour, having slipped out without that person knowing.

He felt utterly wronged. It would have been better if he were at home. Then he could at least go down to the first floor and rummage through the refrigerator.

Growl….

His stomach was acting up as well. He just wanted to eat tteokbokki, he wasn’t even hungry, so he had no idea why it was doing this.

Bang!

“Park Yeonseo!”

It was when he was feeling confused by the unfamiliar reaction. The door, which he hadn’t even touched, flew open violently and a person burst out from inside.

It was Tae Shinju, his expression hardened terrifyingly.

“…Mr. Shinju?”

“Why are you here. I told you to call me and not to wander around alone. Are you doing this because you want to see me go crazy?”

He strode over and snatched Yeonseo’s arm. He didn’t hold back his strength at all, and Yeonseo could clearly feel his rough grip.

“Ah….”

But there was worry etched into his sharp eyes. The emotion was too obvious to ignore, and it constricted Yeonseo.

In the blink of an eye, Yeonseo was in his lover’s arms. The sigh he let out while holding him tightly was particularly heavy.

“……”

“……”

Blink, blink…. Yeonseo quietly blinked his eyes in Tae Shinju’s embrace. He was so surprised that he missed the timing to apologize, but he was sorry. For making him anxious by loitering outside the room for such a trivial reason.

“Hoo….”

After a long while, Tae Shinju let out a deep breath. It was a sigh of relief.

“Don’t go anywhere without telling me. Okay? …I’m sorry for getting angry. I woke up for a moment and you were nowhere to be seen.”

Having calmed down a little, he apologized first. The force with which he was holding him, which had been a little painful, also lessened somewhat.

‘That damn tteokbokki….’

Yeonseo now resented himself. Why did he have to think of that all of a sudden and cause all this trouble in the middle of the night.

He hugged the broad back in return and slowly stroked it. The man, who seemed to be twice his size, was trembling slightly. He was holding the back of his head so tightly that he couldn’t escape anywhere, but no, he had no intention of leaving Tae Shinju’s side of his own will, and he felt sorry for him for being so anxious.

“…I’m sorry. I was lying down for too long, so I just came out since I was awake for a moment. I was about to go back in… I guess I thought it was okay because I didn’t want to wake you up over something like this. You’ve been going through so much because of me lately….”

“It’s not true. It’s not a hardship, so just wake me up. How many times do I have to tell you for you to believe me. Entrusting yourself to my hands is helping me.”

No matter how I look at it, it seems like a hardship….

“Answer.”

“Yeees….”

Yeonseo rolled his eyes and reluctantly agreed.

The two returned to the guardian’s space side by side. They didn’t lie down on the bed inside again but sat on the sofa, holding each other. Yeonseo, held like a baby by the man, offered his fingers.

Tae Shinju played with Yeonseo’s fingers with his lips before asking a question.

“But is that really the only reason?”

“Pardon?”

“For being outside. This has never happened before.”

“Ah….”

It seems he was quiet for a moment because he was trying to figure out the reason.

Now that he had to reveal the reason, he felt abashed. It was even more embarrassing because it was such a trivial reason.

“Well, the thing is…”

“The thing is?”

“I… I wanted to eat tteokbokki….”

At the mumbled reply, Tae Shinju looked as if he had been struck on the head.

“…Tteokbokki?”

Yeonseo’s face flushed hotly. Now that my body is comfortable, is my greed for food showing, what if he’s disappointed and thinks I’m foolish—all sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind in that short moment.

“Haha…. Tteokbokki. You said tteokbokki?”

Tae Shinju’s reaction was unexpected. He shot up and put on his overcoat. He hugged the bewildered-looking, head-tilting Yeonseo and then planted kisses on both of his cheeks. His eyes were extremely excited.

“What kind of tteokbokki? What should I go buy.”

“B-buy it?”

“Of course. I have to go buy it. Aren’t you going to let me play the part of a husband?”

As he said that, he nuzzled his face into the nape of Yeonseo’s neck. Holding the warm body, he murmured languidly like a well-fed male.

“I wanted to try it. Going out every night and bringing back food. You ate whatever I gave you so well, so I was a little down, thinking I might not get the chance.”

Yeonseo’s head shot up.

‘Is that really true?’

He met his eyes to grasp his true feelings, and at the perfect timing, Tae Shinju lightly bit Yeonseo’s lips before pulling away.

“Really….”

“Yeah, really.”

‘He’s being sincere.’

Then he couldn’t just stand by either. Yeonseo ran with short steps and put on his own overcoat. In stark contrast to his situation of only having pajama pants when he was admitted, the hospital closet was hung full of brand new clothes with the tags still on. Even though he would only be wearing a hospital gown here anyway.

“L-let’s go together.”

His flushed face sparkled with anticipation and excitement. Afraid that Tae Shinju might leave without him, he hurriedly grabbed his hand and pleaded.

“Can’t I… go with you?”

“My my…. This is dizzying.”

I feel like I’ll grant you anything. Tae Shinju muttered as if it were absurd, then clasped Yeonseo’s hand and slipped it into his coat pocket.

“What kind of tteokbokki did you want to eat so badly.”

“Ah… it’s market tteokbokki….”

Yeonseo, without hiding his excited feelings, described the tteokbokki stall he used to visit from time to time. He was amazed and happy that the matter he had been agonizing over alone was being resolved so easily.

The man listened calmly without interrupting Yeonseo’s words. He didn’t stop Yeonseo from tagging along either. A patient should by rights be staying in the hospital room, but Yeonseo was currently continuing his hospitalization for recuperation rather than because he was sick anywhere. Therefore, there was no reason for Tae Shinju to adamantly object.

The VIP ward had a separate dedicated elevator, so they reached the parking lot without any hindrance. Putting on their coats and getting into the car was a swift process.

“Haah….”

The outside air he was breathing after a long time felt refreshing. It was surely thanks to his affectionate lover.

Click.

Tae Shinju personally fastened Yeonseo’s seatbelt for him. He gently bites the lips that had been chattering away until then.

“Keep on chattering cutely. After I feed you tteokbokki, I’m going to eat you.”

It was a sensual warning from his completely revived lover.

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“Waaah….”

This is it, this is it.

The smell he had missed. The tteokbokki he had only swallowed saliva for while imagining it in his head was spread out right before his eyes.

Unlike other tteokbokki places, Yeonseo’s regular tteokbokki stall was still bustling with business late into the night. Thanks to that, he had no memory of being constrained by time even when heading home after finishing work late at the factory.

Looking back, the first time he had tasted tteokbokki was when his father, flushed with alcohol, had bought it. His father must have just happened to find a place that was open at that hour and went in. When he was young, he hated the gangsters who came day and night, so there were times he had deliberately hunkered down behind the street stall’s tent to kill time.

—Kiddo, eat this.

The old man, who was already elderly back then, handed the young Yeonseo a paper cup filled to the brim with tteokbokki. The little boy, who was too starved to refuse, shamelessly accepted and gobbled up the tteokbokki the old man gave him.

“The kid is here? What brings you here at this hour. Are you heading home now after playing with your friend?”

“I was thinking of your tteokbokki, grandpa. I moved a few months ago, and my Hyung… brought me here since it’s late.”

Mentioning ‘Hyung’, Yeonseo couldn’t help but glance at Tae Shinju. He wasn’t a friend, and he was afraid to call him a lover in case the old man said something unpleasant to Tae Shinju. More than that, he wanted to quickly buy the tteokbokki and go back. The sweet and stimulating smell. His body was shouting ‘this is it’.

“Mmm, should I give you two thousand won worth? You’re going to eat with your Hyung, right?”

The old man asked, stirring the tteokbokki with an orange spatula.

‘Will this person eat it too?’

While Yeonseo was contemplating, Tae Shinju first held out two fifty-thousand-won bills.

“Please pack a generous amount of everything you have, by type.”

“Oh my, can you eat all of that?”

“Gasp, n-no. Grandpa. Just give me five thousand won worth of tteokbokki, please.”

“Suuure.”

“Is that enough? You finally got what you wanted, so eat as much as you like.”

The man, who had been listening quietly to the conversation between the old man and Yeonseo, pulled out bills as he got a hold of them and handed them to the old man. He opens his coat to wrap it around the small body so that Yeonseo can’t stop him. The pleasant smile he offered like bait was the final blow.

“Please give me everything.”

Sure enough, while Yeonseo was captivated by the beautiful face, Tae Shinju made his move. Yeonseo only snapped back to his senses after hearing his order.

“Five thousand won worth is already a huge amount….”

Honestly, what an unstoppable person.

In the end, he received a dangling armful of black plastic bags. Yeonseo, holding the heavy pile of bags, clicked his tongue. The money the man had handed over was so excessive that even with this much, it was still far short of the amount.

“I’ve put money down, so just eat it again next time.”

For the old man, this would probably be the first time someone had put down several million won at a small street stall.

Yeonseo decided not to argue. The man frequently engaged in behavior outside the realm of common sense, so arguing with him here would be a waste of time.

Tae Shinju handed Yeonseo an amount that several people could eat and then, without any lingering attachment, pulled his lover away. Both Yeonseo and the old man were flustered, but Tae Shinju soon led Yeonseo back to the car, and the subsequent wrap-up ended anticlimactically.

“I-I’ll come again next time.”

That farewell, barely managed, was the limit.

And three thick black bags.

Tteokbokki, various fried foods, fish cakes, sundae… he had bought one of every kind sold at that stall. Compared to the past days when it ended with just a few pieces of tteokbokki, this was certainly a luxury.

His bewilderment was brief, and a smile slowly blossomed. Putting aside the fact that the man had spent unnecessary money, he was thrilled at the thought of being able to enjoy a welcome food in abundance.

The man, who had seated Yeonseo in the passenger seat first before getting into the driver’s seat, raised the corners of his mouth.

“You’re happy like a child. What would I have done if I hadn’t bought it for you.”

“Haha…. That’s true, but I never imagined I would come here with Mr. Shinju to buy tteokbokki…. I guess it feels a bit novel.”

“Hmm.”

He gave an inscrutable reaction and started the car. The car that had just started stopped not long after. It was a red light.

As if he had been waiting for the moment, Tae Shinju pulled Yeonseo’s chin and pressed his lips against the upturned corners of his mouth.

A red light. Inside the car.

The past time that only the two of them knew, the atmosphere of that day, was replayed. The tender skin around his eyes flushed helplessly.

“Well, it’s novel for me too. I’ve never gone out at dawn to feed someone, and tteokbokki of all things. This is the first time I’ve bought it with my own money.”

“Gasp… really? You’ve never had tteokbokki before?”

“I have tried it. It was too sweet for my taste.”

After finishing his words, the man stared intently at Yeonseo for a moment.

“……?”

A quizzical gaze. The corners of his eyes and mouth, tinged with a slight smile, came into view. Even if he didn’t know the taste of tteokbokki, he knew the sweetness of those eyes and lips better than anyone.

Green light.

He didn’t move even at the signal to go, focusing on holding Yeonseo’s gaze.

“…Mr. Shinju?”

‘Mr. Shinju’… Right. It’s better than ‘baby’s friend’.

He blurts it out nonchalantly.

“The form of address. Isn’t it about time we spoke comfortably?”

“…Pardon?”

“We’re engaged now… and we have a child.”

It would be more accurate to say that he had pulled it out on a whim, remembering something he had put off due to other priorities, rather than being bothered by the term ‘friend’. He had been intending to fix the issue of address at some point.

Tae Shinju narrowed his eyes into a smile.

“Darling.”

“……!”

“—I’m not asking for that much. You know well that my name is Tae Shinju, so just call me comfortably. Unless you’re going to call me ‘Mr. Tae Shinju’ even after having the baby.”

As expected, Yeonseo’s eyes widened. The dazed expression on his face as he hugged the tteokbokki bags was cute.

Tae Shinju started the car, humming. There was no one rushing him to go, and the green light was still on. This is why driving at dawn is so enjoyable.

“…Yes… d-darling.”

“Kkhh….”

Griiip, his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he tried to hold back his laughter.

Anyway, you always exceed my expectations.

He, who had been thinking of something like ‘Hyung’, let out a hollow laugh.

—Do you want to break me too, you.

You.

Because it had been such a unique experience, the vivid voice still brushed past his ears. On the first day they reunited, Yeonseo had referred to the person who could be either a savior or a gangster as ‘you’.

‘From ‘you’ to ‘darling’ is quite a promotion.’

Of course it is.

Tae Shinju looked at the cheek reflecting in the streetlight as if licking it. The bruises on the smooth cheek had faded slightly, revealing the original skin color in spots.

He had felt it before, but Yeonseo had good recovery abilities. His skin was delicate, so any mark was easily left, but at the same time, the speed at which it disappeared was also fast. It seemed to be his natural constitution that medicine worked excessively well or that scars from injuries did not last long.

“I want to hold you….”

He mutters unconsciously. It was his true feeling, popping out like a sigh.

He hadn’t intended for him to hear. However, the moment he confirmed Yeonseo’s swollen eyes, Tae Shinju calmly continued.

“Darling, when are we eating the tteokbokki.”

Thump.

Yeonseo dropped the tteokbokki bag he was holding. He bends his upper body down to pick up the bag that fell at his feet. It wasn’t as if he had openly made a pass or said some unspeakable filth, but his shoulders were trembling noticeably.

His stomach clenched with tension.

The tteokbokki that had been circling his mind was now pushed to the back, and a deep, inner part of his lower abdomen, an area too ambiguous to pinpoint with his hand, began to throb with a severe hunger.

He became newly aware of it. He had only heard a confession of love after going through a major ordeal, but they had not actually had sex yet. If his body had been fine, he would have been rolling around like a madman that very day, genitals crashing together.

Yeonseo also wanted to hold him, who had finally become his true lover. In fact, he had come to learn through Tae Shinju that a deep carnal desire was coiled within him as well.

Tteokbokki and sex seemed to have nothing in common, but there was one thing, one similarity.

A stimulating taste.

Whether spicy, sweet, tangy, or sticky, it is extremely stimulating and easily addictive.

Yeonseo, having followed this train of thought, reached an unexpected conclusion.

‘Was… was I wanting to have sex?’

Ah, no, that’s not it. I definitely wanted to eat tteokbokki.

He had even woken up from sleep and agonized over it. And yet, what overlapped in front of Yeonseo’s eyes was not the delicious-looking tteokbokki, but the hand that had snatched his wrist, the firm embrace, the heavy groin pressing against his stomach in that gap, and… the low voice.

—Darling.

It was a well-known fact that his crotch had a formidable presence even when not erect. The point Yeonseo noted was that at that time, Tae Shinju had not been rushing at Yeonseo to have sex with him. And Yeonseo, too, had been busy making excuses out of surprise at that time.

But now….

He is thinking about Tae Shinju’s body.

“The t-tteokbokki… we can eat it l-later….”

Thump-thump-thump-thump. His heart beat rapidly. At this rate, there was a high possibility that he would not be able to eat the bloated tteokbokki and would have to throw it away, but Yeonseo looked up at his lover with feverish eyes.

Screech!

Tae Shinju stopped the car haphazardly in the middle of the road. His eyes, questioning Yeonseo, were piercing.

“You… what do you mean by that.”

Gulp.

If he pretends not to know here, Tae Shinju will sigh as if dejected but still return to the hospital room. Because he is his ‘lover’.

A relationship where one dresses, not undresses, the other.

He also called him his ‘fiancé’.

A fiancé means a partner promised in marriage.

‘Ah….’

Yeonseo had a sudden realization. I will marry this man someday. I will marry him as a man to a man, give birth to his child as a mutant, and live under his protection.

Under the name of family.

Right now was the process of becoming a ‘family’. They were lovers and fiancés, but the term of address other than ‘Mr. Tae Shinju’ was a little awkward, and that level seemed similar to the case of being stopped in the middle of the road. The process of staying on some road between the starting point and the destination, taking one step, and then another.

To do that, perhaps he shouldn’t just shyly accept him all the time, but should desire him a little more actively.

He had narrowly escaped death along with his child. Yeonseo was so overwhelmed by the reality that he had returned to his side, to this moment where he was waiting for his answer.

“Huh? I asked what you meant.”

Unable to bear it any longer, he pressed him again. Yeonseo steeled his resolve deep in his heart.

“…It means I… want you.”

If you are my fiancé, then I will never back down again.

Tae Shinju groaned in agony. He grabs the nape of Yeonseo’s neck and greedily devours his lips. He kneaded his chest and hugged his shoulders tightly, then shared his breath, caressing his cheek gently as if handling glass that could shatter.

“Hahk, haahk….”

His tense breaths came out in sharp pants. He panted, his chest heaving like a novice learning to kiss for the first time.

Yeonseo, pulled across the passenger seat into the familiar embrace, also clung actively to Tae Shinju’s lips. The man sucked at the root of his tongue as if to plunder all of his saliva, making the inside of his mouth tingle. On the other hand, the feel of his partner’s breath was so thrilling that goosebumps covered his entire back.

“Ha, shit…. Can’t just devour my sick lover’s pussy without thinking.”

“Ngh….”

Smooch.

The heavily rubbing lips were already showing signs of swelling. Tae Shinju rebuked Yeonseo in a sinister, low tone.

“Baby. What are you going to do, tempting me with tteokbokki when I’m trying to hold back. Are you going to take responsibility if your husband’s cock makes your baby pussy burst? Huh?”

“Ah, aht!”

Finally, a rude hand slipped under Yeonseo’s crotch and rubbed the area where the hole was with its palm. He was wearing clothes, but the shaking force was so strong that the sensation of his delicate flesh being squashed and stimulated by the hard palm was vivid.

Yeonseo pulled his waist taut and wrapped his arms around the man’s neck. As he straightened his back, it gradually became ambiguous whether he was pressing his bottom against the man’s palm or if the man was touching him carelessly.

Gush.

It was a natural result for cunt juice to burst from his kneaded bottom. The crotch of his patient pants became damp.

“Haahk!”

Unable to hold back, Tae Shinju suddenly thrust his hand inside his pants.

Squish, squelch. He parts the pussy lips with his middle finger and touches the wet cunt. Once the floodgates opened, the cunt spat out new cunt juice without ever drying up.

“Hah! Nguu, ng, heuk! Ah, ah…!”

One finger, then two.

He opens the closed hole and shoves them in all the way to the base, savoring the taste of the insides. The sufficiently wet hole flexibly contracted and accepted the intruder even when its insides were suddenly prodded.

“Aahk!”

Two received, and one more.

Squelch, squelch, three fingers lined up side by side bent at a right angle and pounded the pussy lips. Yeonseo, busy struggling while clinging to the man, didn’t realize his pants were slipping down or that the cunt juice dripping from their junction was soaking the seat.

All he could feel was the sensation of being inserted and scraped inside.

“Ah, ah! Haht, aht, nngh…!”

The insertion, which scraped the inside as it thrust rapidly, was excessively stimulating. The pleasure spreading from his pussy thrillingly dominated his entire body.

“There, there, be a good boy…. Lie down and open your pussy. Show your husband how big your darling’s pussy has gotten….”

Tae Shinju urged him in a tone as if coaxing a child. He unfastens the seatbelt he had fastened himself and reclines the car seat to its maximum, pressing Yeonseo down.

When he snatched the pants from the sniffling boy as well, Yeonseo held the backs of his knees and spread them with trembling arms. The moisture pooled in his pussy glittered in the traffic light.

“Shit… the smell of pussy.”

A sensual body odor fills the car’s interior….

The front of the excited man’s pants bulged menacingly. Tae Shinju parted the soft clam meat and touched the protruding clit.

“Ha, heuu….”

“What have you done for your clit to be so swollen.”

Slap!

“Haang!”

A horizontal blow. His white buttocks shot up at the pussy slap that fell after a long time. Because it was in a direction that intersected with his cunt, the area where the slap landed was a bit wider. His entire pussy was within the range of the slap anyway, so Yeonseo’s eyes welled up with tears from the sharp pain.

It was sharp, and it was thrilling.

“Ha, haeu.”

“Hmm? Is it because your clit gets big first when your pussy gets big, or is it because you touched it behind your husband’s back. Which one is it.”

Slap, slap!

“Hahk! N-neither, heuk! Nnngh…!”

As the stinging slaps continued, Yeonseo’s male cock gained strength and hardened. His waist arched on its own, parting his pussy lips and revealing the pulsating hole. It was a gesture as if searching for a cock to sow its seed inside.

Thrust!

“Heuk!”

Tae Shinju starting the car and him shoving his fingers into Yeonseo’s pussy happened almost simultaneously.

“Aah, ah, ah…!”

He steers with one hand and controls his wife’s inner house with the other. He spreads the space wide with a scissoring motion and plows through the narrow path, thrusting deeply.

Screech!

Red light again.

He quickly unfastened his seatbelt and the front of his pants and pulled out his blackened, bulging cock. He thought he would die of frustration getting to this point. If he had held out until the next signal, his insides would have exploded first.

The heavy cock bobbed up and down. Excited on its own, it drooled spit from its tip. Instead of stroking the pathetic cock, he forcefully lifted Yeonseo onto the car seat.

“Uwaht!”

Yeonseo flailed in a precarious position, as if he would fall into the back seat. Tae Shinju bent his upper body low and buried his face in the wet pussy.

“Heup…!”

Shluurp, slluurp. The tongue that went up from the clit slurped up the pussy water. It was Tae Shinju’s own nectar. It was more stimulating than tteokbokki sauce and sweeter than sugar water. Even a herbal tonic for health would not be comparable to Yeonseo’s pussy water.

“Haaat!”

Green light.

Drip…. As Tae Shinju let go, Yeonseo, who had slid onto the seat, panted with a dazed look on his face. Not missing that moment, a large hand this time lifted his patient top. He roughly kneaded the perky breast mounds, then squeezed the breast plates tightly.

“Nngh, ng, aah-heut, ah!”

He didn’t stop there; he deliberately scooped up the water from his pussy and spread it on the breast plates. Then, once the entire areola was glistening with cunt juice, he licked it all up in one go and sucked on the tits.

“Haah…. Baby’s tits have gotten a lot bigger too. But they’ll have to get bigger to feed your husband. Need to correct the nipples too.”

The hand that kneaded and freely molested the tender skin was filled with shameless lewdness. Tae Shinju sighed.

“I need to feed my husband’s rice cake into this fuckpussy right now….”

Even though his hyperventilation had stopped and his bruises had healed somewhat, the fact that Yeonseo was in the early stages of pregnancy had not changed. In fact, that was the biggest reason the man had kept Yeonseo in the hospital.

While the broken house was being renovated, he needed a place to stay anyway. He had heard the risk of miscarriage was high in early pregnancy, so he had deliberately extended the hospitalization period, judging that he could respond quickly if Yeonseo received any kind of shock. Since the medical staff knew it was for recuperation, they only came in and out formally and there were no restrictions. It was literally a hotel life spent in a hospital.

To put it another way, committing to penetrative sex when he had stuck him in the hospital out of worry was to render this whole act a waste of effort. If he was going to have sex, he would have chosen a hotel from the start.

A shred of reason held the father-to-be back. On the other hand, the mother-to-be’s position was slightly different.

“Haah, haahk….”

Yeonseo raised his hazy gaze and stared at the dependable back. A man who drove while simultaneously fingering his fiancé’s pussy. Even now, while looking straight ahead, he was accurately and thoroughly teasing Yeonseo’s womanhood.

Gush, gush. The body, realizing its partner’s presence, continued to leak cunt juice. In the end, it was an act of actively wetting its inner walls to fully accept the man.

The man always said Yeonseo was wet, but Yeonseo himself sometimes felt that a fair amount of wetness wasn’t enough to accept him, and so his body was constantly producing it.

In fact, even though he had accepted him tens, hundreds of times until now, the first insertion was still difficult. It wasn’t a smooth glide, but closer to him pressing down with the strength of his hips, a sloooow push.

Then, after rubbing their flesh together so hard it felt like his insides would be turned inside out, he would feel as if all the water in his body had been sucked out, and only then would it start to slide in and out smoothly, squelch-squelch.

Even so, it was good. His stamina ran out quickly, but sex with Tae Shinju had never once been bad.

‘I want to hold you….’

Yeonseo repeated the words Tae Shinju had muttered, whispering them to himself. I want to hold him.

I want him.

The tteokbokki was truly an afterthought. He was amazed at why he had wanted to eat it so much. Yeonseo’s ears turned red.

‘At this rate, it really seems like I wanted to do it with Mr. Tae Shinju….’

Was it because he had mentioned rice cake—the dark red cock looked like a very thick rice cake at a glance. Usually soft, but chewy when you bite into it….

“Haat!”

Yeonseo, who had been spouting a stream of perverted thoughts without realizing it, suddenly flinched his shoulders. The man, who had been focused on driving, tossed the steering wheel aside as if abandoning it and climbed on top of Yeonseo. While doing so, he grabbed his deeply indented waist and pressed his pussy firmly against the shaft of his cock, rubbing it.

“Hoo….”

“Hnngh, ahng, haa!”

Such petting was familiar. Whether it led to penetration or not, he enjoyed rubbing his shaft against Yeonseo’s lower parts. It was just that the pace was a little faster today. If it usually felt like ‘shwoop, shwoop’, now it was a rapid friction, ‘shwoop-shwoop-shwoop-shwoop’.

“……!”