The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 2.1

It was a week later that he contacted Tae Shinju. He thought that once the funeral was over, the biggest task would be finished, but there were more things to dispose of and more matters to handle than he had expected.

Of course, in the meantime, a son of a bitch he did not want to see also showed his face.

“Oh my, our Yeonseo. What are you going to do, now that your dear father left you with nothing but a mountain of debt? A debt so large I wonder if a pretty little thing like you, Yeonseo, could ever pay it back even if you sold your pussy for the rest of your life… Hmm?”

Tae Hyunwoong. The president of Geumung Capital.

Adorned with every piece of gold he could find, from gold rings to gold necklaces, the sight of him massaging Yeonseo’s shoulders could only be described as vulgar.

‘He’s supposedly half-blooded with that person, but I can’t see it at all.’

Since they originated from the same seed, there might be a physical resemblance if he looked closely. As Yeonseo stared intently at him, which was unusual, the ugly son of a bitch burst into a hearty laugh, pleased.

“Whoa, hey, our Yeonseo is finally looking at his oppa? Yes, yes. The only person who can save Yeonseo is oppa. Just bring your body, just your body. Oppa will cherish our Yeonseo, adore him… and yeah, what the hell, I’ll even reduce the debt for you.”

“I’ll pay back the debt. I’ve decided to inherit my father’s assets.”

“Right, you’ll pay back the… what?”

Yeonseo broke free from the heavy arm and pulled his cardigan closed. Tae Hyunwoong’s face was dumbfounded, as if this was not what he had expected.

“The debt. I said I will pay it back.”

He did not start talking about sex just because he had contacted Tae Shinju. For Yeonseo, there was an order of things to take care of before sex. Yeonseo had asked Tae Shinju to send someone who could help him dispose of the assets. He had replied by sending someone over that very same day.

He was a son of a bitch, but he was a man with whom common sense prevailed. Such a man—even he, who had no particular obsession with cleanliness, found it difficult to look directly at Tae Hyunwoong. He could not even begin to properly fathom how disgustingly that man, who must have been exposed to things far more sensible and desirable compared to himself, would view the existence of Tae Hyunwoong.

Even though he had only encountered the one in the absolute position of power a single time, Yeonseo found every breath Tae Hyunwoong took more chilling than before. He was newly amazed at his past self, who had simply let it be when the man stealthily touched his leg and brushed against the deep part of his thigh.

That licking gaze… disgusting.

“It’s true. I’m in the process of selling my father’s company and land. I’ll be moving out of here as soon as I find a new place. When I get the security deposit back, I’ll use all of it to pay off the debt, so… please leave now.”

“Ha! Hah hah, holy shit, listen to this little whore bark. Hey! Hey you, you fucking bitch, where do you get off talking back to me so defiantly? What? You’ll pay off the debt by selling the company and the land? With that pittance of money that won’t even cover the fucking interest? Jeez, I’m telling you nicely that you just have to bring your body, do you think this is a joke? Huh? If you’re playing hard to get to negotiate the price of that hole of yours, you’re being very ill-mannered.”

As soon as Yeonseo slipped out of his embrace, Tae Hyunwoong roughly slapped Yeonseo’s head and cheek. He did not hesitate to shove his shoulders and chest either. Yeonseo, clutching the front of his cardigan tightly, said.

“Please leave.”

“Ha— has this bitch really gone nuts. What’s wrong with him? Huh? Our Yeonseo isn’t one to act like this. Did you get another dick stuck in your head while I wasn’t looking?”

“Please leave—”

“Ah, fuck, stop with the get out, get out! Damn! For something so fucking small, you’re so goddamn expensive. My pretty, oppa is a nice guy, so I’ll leave without laying a hand on you, but just you try being even one day late with the interest. Huh? Oppa will fuck your cunt and your asshole wide open, one after the other, and then sell you off to old geezers. I try to be nice and you think I’m a pushover… Aish, shit.”

Ptui.

After whispering the warning close to Yeonseo’s ear, he took a deep breath, then spat a glob of yellow saliva on the floor and left. The smell of cigarettes lingering in his breath, his heaving pants, the saliva, the harsh voice… all of it was so filthy that he wanted to toss it in a washing machine with bleach.

But it was not frightening.

Yes…. It is not frightening.

Perhaps it was because the parts he had never seen before now came into sharp focus.

The fact that he poked and prodded Yeonseo but did not resort to physical violence, the fact that he was trying to prevent him from paying the money on time with words disguised as threats, and above all, the fact that he left after just shouting without breaking any of the furnishings.

It was highly possible that all these things were stipulated in a contract that Yeonseo did not know about.

‘Though I don’t know why he would include such things.’

Anyway… he was saved. He got through it safely. That man had kept his promise. The promise to save and protect Yeonseo, even if it was just with a little bit of interest. And he did so without any urging whatsoever.

Yeonseo finished cleaning the house and organizing his father’s belongings. The very next day, he called Tae Shinju’s personal number.

[Yes.]

[…It’s me.]

Tae Shinju’s voice over the phone was also low and emotionless. Because of this, Yeonseo became newly aware that in front of him, he would pause for a breath or let the end of his sentence trail off before continuing. At first, it was because he was scared and trembling.

[The promise… I’m here to keep it.]

[I’ll go now.]

Now….

🕷️

Surprisingly, Tae Shinju drove the car himself.

‘Is it not that surprising? He’s here to pick up a sex partner… and he came to the funeral home alone too.’

He found himself amusing for using the word so easily, as if he were used to it, even though he had never had sex before. What surprised Yeonseo more was the place they arrived at.

“…A house?”

“Are you dissatisfied? We can go to a hotel right now if you prefer.”

“Ah, no. I’m fine. It’s just that I didn’t think we would come here….”

“Well… this is the first time I’ve brought someone to my home. If you don’t mind, come in. There are no germs and it’s clean. Of course, me too.”

“……”

Was that a joke?

Yeonseo tilted his head and put on the indoor slippers. The interior was bright and warm, as if someone had been there just moments ago. As far as Yeonseo knew, he had been on his way home from work. He could deduce this because his attire was a sharp suit, and he had heard him mention leaving work to someone on a few phone calls. Despite this, the house, pre-lit and filled with warmth, felt incredibly comfortable, even without him flaunting his wealth.

Of course, it would be a lie to say that the size and style of the house did not contribute to the aura of affluence. The large man had a large house. Beyond a wall that hid the inner building from view, there was a beautiful garden, and one had to cross the spacious garden a bit more to see the two-story building. To be precise, it was three stories. The man parked the car in the underground garage. In the garage, which was so vast the other end was blurry like a distant horizon, there were dozens more vehicles, all different from one another.

And there was an elevator in the house.

“This way.”

He followed the man’s back, trotting along until they reached a space where he could, at least, identify all four walls at a glance. It was a study. Yeonseo’s eyes scanned in turn the single-person, ash-gray fabric sofa, the large and heavy wooden table, and the man who was leaning at an angle with his hip resting on the desk.

He spoke as he took off his coat and suit jacket in succession.

“Are you curious as to why I brought you here?”

“……”

Weren’t they going to have sex right away? Yeonseo gave a small nod. Tae Shinju gestured with his chin towards Yeonseo.

“Sleeping together is not difficult, but I wanted to check something first. Mr. Park Yeonseo, you also check what a product looks like and what condition it’s in before you buy it, don’t you.”

A product…. He was not wrong. Moreover, it was a product worth at least several billion won. Yeonseo barely managed to calm his wildly pounding heart.

“Then… what should I do?”

“Spread your legs and sit there.”

He had had the impression that the sofa placed alone in the middle of the room was incongruous.

‘He put it here from the beginning for this purpose.’

Solely for the purpose of checking the ‘product.’

Yeonseo let his heart, which had dropped with a thud and was now thrashing about like a mad thing, be. It would have been a fine ending even if it burst and he died right then and there.

Rustle, rustle. In the quiet stillness, only the sound of fabric rubbing against fabric echoed intermittently. A single-layer coat and pants, socks, underwear…. The man’s gaze clung tenaciously to his naked lower half. Yeonseo hooked his fingers on the hem of his thin knit sweater and asked.

“Um… do I take everything off?”

“Do you produce a lot of fluid?”

“……”

“…I’ll find out eventually. For now, you can keep it on.”

“Yes….”

He gestured again with his chin. It was a command to spread his legs and sit. Yeonseo sat awkwardly on the soft sofa and spread his legs. Below his testicles, the sensitive skin brushed against the fabric, causing his shoulders to flinch. It was a place he rarely touched, even with his own hands. Today, he had unintentionally touched it several times while washing himself clean….

“Bend your knees up and lean back a little more.”

He did as the man requested. The single-person sofa must have been tailored to his build, because there was still space left even when Yeonseo leaned back as if to lie down slightly.

The knees he pulled in touched his chest. His line of sight was blocked, so he could not see his lower body clearly. This was better.

As if he could finally get a proper look, the man knelt on one knee in front of Yeonseo. Yeonseo desperately stared somewhere else. When his breath touched his inner flesh, his stomach suddenly clenched tight, and he felt at a loss.

Like that day. The day of the funeral.

He cupped Yeonseo’s thighs as if to support them and spread the inner flesh apart with his thumbs. His gaze and the movement of his hands were precise and resolute. The man’s palms were hot, and they were large enough to wrap around Yeonseo’s thigh in one hand.

Was it because of his impeccably neat attire? At a glance, the man appeared to be purely inspecting a product. But observing his persistent gaze, a gaze that stared intently at one spot as if he never blinked, he could get a sense of how focused he was on this ‘inspection process.’

“Hick….”

“That day.”

Below his limp penis and testicles. The spot that should have been just smooth on a normal man. After pressing and rubbing the flesh that was closed like a pair of plump lips, he parted the slit without warning.

“How was the kiss?”

“Ah… ah!”

As if to indicate it was a foreign organ on a man’s body, the female genitalia was small. Just by seeing his thumb stroke horizontally rather than vertically, he could tell it was not very long.

Tae Shinju suddenly let out a sound of wonder.

“Ha…. It’s a real pussy.”

Yeonseo’s nape flushed with shame. Before anything else, it was a secret he had diligently kept, but he was so embarrassed and ashamed that he was on the verge of losing his mind.

The hard thumb began to trace the path of his pussy in earnest. He pressed his nose against it, sniffing, and even found the tiny bumps and prodded them. Each time, Yeonseo gripped the back of his own knees until his knuckles turned white, holding back a moan. A chilling shiver ran down his spine.

“From the outside, it looks no different from ordinary female genitalia. Do you menstruate? Have you never had hair there? Or did you get it removed?”

The questions were so explicit he wanted to faint. He gripped the back of Yeonseo’s thighs tightly and buried his nose in his vulva. The man’s firm bridge of his nose touched the sensitive nub. It passed over the small hill of his clitoris and brushed against the smooth skin. It was a bare mountain without a single strand of hair.

“Hheut, ah…!”

“Where did the hair used to grow. Above the cock? Above the pussy? Was it thick enough to cover this whole area?”

“…Ah!”

“A hairless cock… a hairless pussy, no, what should I call this. I can’t tell since there’s no hair.”

That was his limit. The moment he heard the man’s sighing murmur, Yeonseo released the clump that had been pooling in his stomach. Gush, gush. It felt like he was pissing out thick droplets. He knew his lower half was wet without looking. A scent he had never smelled before wafted up, and the liquid that flowed from there soaked even the cleft of his buttocks.

“You’re very wet.”

“Ah, haak!”

“You cum buckets with just a little push.”

The man’s voice did not register in his ears. To be precise, only the sense of his dumbfoundedness and the rich, low tone that caressed his ears remained; the content was bleached away. He was out of breath. His waist bucked and churned of its own accord. He felt sorry for getting his scent on the man, and he felt sorry that this fact made him feel like another clump would burst out.

Haak, haaak…. Yeonseo was splayed out on the sofa like wet laundry. He had unconsciously let go of his legs and gripped the armrests to support himself, but the strength drained from his legs too, and they threatened to fall to the floor.

Tae Shinju spread Yeonseo’s legs and hooked them over the armrests.

“You can’t faint.”

He was both terrified and expectant of what the man, who had kindly warned him, would do next. The first pleasure his ignorant body had experienced also provided a strange sense of liberation. Besides, even though he had done something akin to urination, he had not gotten angry or even cursed once. Yeonseo was gradually moving beyond fear to a level where he could perceive the derivative emotions.

What will he do next? I’m looking forward to it. I’m excited. I wish he would touch me a little more.

Is this… sex? The kind that Tae Shinju had suggested, and Tae Hyunwoong had wanted. The essence of the act of ‘mixing flesh’ might be the same, yet it was strange that the former was anticipated with excitement while the latter was repulsive.

Slap!

“Ah…!”

“How interesting… you’re already lost in other thoughts.”

He murmured languidly. Yeonseo froze, so hurt and shocked by the spot he had just been hit. After checking Yeonseo’s expression, Tae Shinju slapped him again, a little more gently.

He might have drastically reduced his strength, but for Yeonseo, it was not so. Slap. The shock of being struck precisely on his pussy soon blossomed into pain.

“Ah, it hurts….”

Who in their life would ever imagine being hit in a place like this? The man who had spanked his pussy pressed and rubbed his vulva with his entire palm. In the process, the slippery inner flesh was ground against his rough palm and scratched all over. A squelching, watery sound came from below.

“Hngh, hnnngh…!”

“You would do well to remember. That the conditions I stated include crying and swearing.”

He was a man who was thorough even with his reminders. Yeonseo did not wonder why he had bothered to reiterate this fact at this particular moment. Because he kindly showed him with his actions.

Schlick. Schlorp. Slurp.

The man buried his face in his spread-eagled crotch. He stretched out the plump labia and sucked on them, spread his tongue wide and licked the red flesh. Then he finally found the small pearl and sucked on it insistently.

“Hah, hnnngh, ah, aht, haak!”

The sensation from the fleshy tongue was nothing short of shocking. Yeonseo thrashed his hips like a madman. He instinctively tried to pull his hips back, but the man was holding his lower body, so it did not budge. On the contrary, it only resulted in him seeming to grind his crotch against the man’s tongue as if begging, and the area under Yeonseo’s eyes flushed with shame.

Tae Shinju licked his lips, which were drenched in pussy juice, with his tongue.

“Is this really your first time?”

“Ngh… haah….”

“A body that rolls its hips and rubs its pussy on a man’s tongue… has no experience?”

Ha, he clicked his tongue and then devoured his pussy as if to make a point. When he squeezed the soft buttocks, slick flowed out as if he were peeing. Nng, nngh, hnnngh…. The young man, who had said everything was his first time, was even crying out from his throat, feeling it completely. Without a trace of resistance.

Instead of touching the man’s fully erect cock, Tae Shinju kneaded his buttocks as if to crush them. One buttock fit perfectly in one hand, making the body easy to handle. The flawless skin clung to his grip wherever he touched, making it highly addictive.

He casually traced the tight wrinkles of his back hole, then gently pressed the tip of his thumb into the gaping slit of his pussy. The hole, drenched in slick, soaked his fingerprint and slid down the groove.

‘Look at this…. He’s half man, but he doesn’t need any lube?’

No joke, it seemed like he could just finger him a few times like this and then shove it right in without causing a single scratch. Not with this much wetness.

As he was thinking that, he plunged his thumb deep into the curious hole.

“Agh!”

Yeonseo thrashed, panting out shallow breaths. The characteristically firm and chewy walls that were felt when opening the entrance of a pussy enveloped Tae Shinju’s finger. The passage, slick with fluid, was excruciatingly tight and warm.

“Ha….”

He quickly withdrew his thumb. His mind was not just tingling but numb with anticipation. He replaced the short thumb with his middle finger, gently easing it in. He did not forget to thoroughly lick the vaginal lips and the area around the opening. He could feel the gaping inner flesh and the pulse within it. If this path was a complete vagina, did that mean there was a uterus at the end?

A man’s uterus. Tae Shinju admitted that he was aroused by the combination of those incongruous words. Park Yeonseo. He wanted to open the pussy of this man, who was so much smaller and more slender than himself, go inside, and measure with his own cock whether there was really a uterus, and how long or short the cervix was. While savoring every bit of the inner flesh that would cling to him with every thrust.

To Yeonseo, he pretended to have only recently learned of his existence, feigning curiosity, but Tae Shinju had actually known about Park Yeonseo for much longer. It was because Park Yeonseo’s mother had been his own mother’s caregiver. For a full fifteen years, she had attended to the wife of the Geumung Group chairman, and her beauty was so extraordinary for a mere caregiver that rumors swirled endlessly, such as her being the chairman’s second wife.

The first time Tae Shinju became aware of her existence was also through a rumor related to her. A rumor that the chairman, acting foolishly in his old age, would soon have a late-life divorce, and that as a result, the relationship with his mother’s family, the Sangha Group, would change.

The rumor was only half true. It was true that the chairman had made advances. The rest was false.

Tae Shinju’s mother was, from birth, a precious young lady from a family no less distinguished than Geumung, and she possessed immense pride. Though her weak body prevented her from running a business or being in the forefront, she despised her husband who wanted to sow his seed anywhere and everywhere, and chose to remain in her sickbed as soon as her son was somewhat grown. It was, in effect, a separation. Then, a few years later, after they truly split, she enjoyed the rest of her life in freedom. With the beautiful caregiver as her friend.

Tae Shinju often visited his mother’s villa with flowers. She stayed in a different villa for each of the four seasons. If the timing was right, they would sometimes spend a few days of vacation together. Then, he would unintentionally overhear the caregiver’s stories, which were mostly about her business-obsessed husband and her pitiful son.

What Tae Shinju felt from these accounts was a sense of incongruity. The woman who, while saying her son was pitiful, would firmly refuse whenever he offered to help. As if rescuing him would somehow pose a threat to her….

Since she refused so adamantly, he did not feel the need to step in and help, so he lost interest and let it be. Such days repeated themselves several times. The woman usually talked about her son after drinking.

—He was so pretty because he took after me…. He’ll be pretty when he grows up, too. If he takes after me.

She would laugh like that, and then,

—That body is cursed. Being alive might be a torment.

she would say, clutching at her chest.

At those times, her face looked strangely familiar. Tae Shinju pondered for a long time before he remembered where he had seen such an expression. It was his mother’s face when she looked at his father.

The woman despised her own son.

Hearing ‘body,’ he had first guessed there might be a disability. The act of personally investigating to confirm that guess was truly a surrender to a casual impulse.

Park Yeonseo. The child who looked so much like the woman was intersex.

It was puzzling. If he was born intersex, wouldn’t it have been better to have him undergo gender confirmation surgery? The time of her divorce was when the child was six years old. It meant that even if she found him repulsive now, she had not abandoned the child right after giving birth.

The reason was clear. The child also had to undergo surgery for a congenital heart defect. With her husband already in debt to loan sharks, she would have had to choose only one surgery in their impoverished state.

A series of subsequent surgeries and follow-up treatments were listed. The child was sick for a long time, and his recovery was slow. He could picture the woman, growing more and more exhausted.

But why had she told him not to help? The reason was something only she would know.

And a while ago, his mother passed away. It was an end befitting of her, met as if in a nap in a place of abundance. The woman who had grown old alongside her looked at Tae Shinju for a long time then, with a face as if seeing him for the first time. And then she murmured, as if in passing.

If I die, will my son also have such a dry face….

Tae Shinju had no reason to mourn his mother’s death, so he had not cried, that was all. She, too, would not have been sad about her own death. She probably thought of it as just going off to play in another world.

It seemed different from the woman’s perspective. She took a portion of the inheritance left by the madam and disappeared. He could find out where she went if he wanted to, but Tae Shinju did not bother to chase her. As a substitute, so to speak, he turned his attention to her son. To the beautiful monster who, if he was still alive and well, would be an adult by now.

The young man, who had assimilated both the feminine and the masculine completely into himself, was alluring.

The delicate lines of his body, his soft skin, and the pink spring were feminine, while his dry face, the firm wall of his consciousness, and his weak vision in the face of pleasure were masculine.

Tae Shinju remembers how he had licked him with his eyes. At the funeral home where he was sending off his only remaining family member, he could not tear his gaze away, as if bewitched by him.

It wasn’t all that bad. Maybe he could sleep after all — no, he even found himself looking forward to it. He wondered what that flesh would taste like.

Would it taste fishy, or would it be fragrant?

“Heuk…!”

The taste of his pussy was fishy. It was close to a raw, green scent. Seeing the way he squirmed, it was a body that did not even masturbate. Had he ever had a wet dream? When he had a wet dream, did he cum from his cock, or did he leak from his pussy?

Squelch, squelch. The inner walls clamped down on his fingers, making an obscene sound. It was the same whether he inserted two fingers or three. It was a passage ready to accept a man. That was what this part was for.

“Mr. Park Yeonseo.”

“Ngh….”

Tae Shinju pulled all his fingers out. A sticky fluid stretched between his fingers, which were thoroughly soaked in slick. Yeonseo still had not shed a tear. His expression was on the verge of crying, yet his tears were truly expensive.

Looking into his shiny eyes, he licked his palm. The light brown irises trembled endlessly. It was a fishy, head-melting scent.

Not stopping there, he scooped up the saliva from his own mouth with his fingers. He slowly inserted it into Park Yeonseo’s pussy. While holding his gaze so that he would not miss the process.

It was the moment the base of his fingers caught at the entrance. Spurt, spuurt. Yeonseo’s hips trembled as he leaked both pussy juice and semen at the same time. Tae Shinju, who had kept his face close to the vulva, was hit squarely by the fluid.

“Hmm….”

“S-s-sorry, I’m sorry. What, what do I do.”

Yeonseo let out a shrill scream and wiped Tae Shinju’s face with his own hands. I’m crazy, I’m crazy! His panicked heart could be clearly felt from his trembling body.

Tae Shinju, however, was lost in other thoughts.

‘He’s still not crying?’

Below, he was flowing like a river, yet his eyes were bone-dry. A childish competitiveness flared up. If he still does not cry after this….

“Aah!”

Yeonseo pushed the man’s head away. No, he pulled it. No, no, he struggled to push it away.

“Hnngh, heek! Hnngh, aaah, n-noo…!”

Let’s say he could tolerate him licking between his legs. He endured it all, whether he rubbed his tongue on his nether regions or prodded him with his fingers, or watched him intently while doing so. He endured it even when he felt the man’s breath and the hard bridge of his nose, the lines of his face.

But… but, this was not it.

A living tongue jabbed into the hole along with his fingers. In reality, it was a place he had never even inserted his own finger. A place he had steadfastly ignored even when it itched as if boiling, even when it tingled deep inside, even when it got wet on its own. When a hot tongue invaded that place, goosebumps erupted all over his body, and it felt like his brain was melting.

“Aaaah!”

I’m going crazy. I can’t control it.

The body, having lost its control center, thrashed about wildly. A gush exploded from below. Chup. Joop. Schlick. The man, who was clearly making the sounds on purpose, sucked ferociously on the pearl. His fingers, he did not even know how many, gradually picked up speed, scratching and fumbling at the inner walls. Then he spread his fingers like scissors and pushed his tongue in deeper.

What kind of reaction did he want, exactly? Yeonseo finally came to have such a question. He had seen him tormenting his tender flesh, seen him breaking down, so why were his eyes looking at a person like that….

As if to watch clearly how Yeonseo would lose his reason and crumble, Tae Shinju’s eyes did not leave him. His posture itself was buried in the filthiest, lowest place, yet his eyes alone bulged out, checking everything about Yeonseo.

In the end, it was Yeonseo who closed his eyes first. It was a misjudgment. The man completely removed his fingers and began to probe the pussy with only his tongue, then suddenly thrust four fingers in and began to fuck him furiously.

“Ah, hup, hnnngh, aaaaaah, ah!”

“Park Yeonseo, cry.”

“Heuk, hup, uh-hnnngh, aaah-heut!”

“You have to open your eyes.”

Following the controller’s command, Yeonseo struggled to open his eyes. His vision was blurry, as if a film had been drawn over his pupils. The rims of his eyes were hot.

“……!”

Just then, he, who had been thrusting into the inner walls for a while, suddenly pulled his fingers out. The aftershock sent convulsions through his entire body, and his hips bucked. His hips, of their own accord, ground his pussy against the man’s face. Even with his eyes closed, the handsome man’s features were vividly drawn through the flesh of his vulva.

Pfut, pffit, jureuk. The obscene hole finally gushed out water. It did not stop even when Yeonseo silently begged for it to. Only after thoroughly soaking the man’s face did the convulsions finally cease.

Drip, drip….

He could hear the sound of water dripping from somewhere. Yeonseo now really wanted to cry. He did not want to believe that all of this had happened between his own legs. He even felt resentful towards Tae Shinju. Why did he not avoid it? Even though he knew he would be hit directly.

“Hic… heuk…. Is, is this… sex?”

Yeonseo’s body trembled uncontrollably. The pleasure was so intense that he was scared, and he was frightened by the guilt. The 300 million won and everything else went blank in his mind.

Tae Shinju released Yeonseo’s knees and sat him on his own lap, facing him. He did not care that his suit pants were getting wet and pressed his face towards Yeonseo.

Yeonseo drew in a breath at the sensual scent.

“I enjoyed it, so if Mr. Park Yeonseo also says he enjoyed it, it becomes sex.”

As if to prove it was not a lie, he gently patted Yeonseo on the waist. The man’s face, seen up close, was, as expected, a mess with the transparent and viscous fluid. There was something sticky on his eyebrows and eyelids as well, so Yeonseo hastily raised his arm and wiped it away. Then, as if it had gotten into his eye, he blinked his eyelids unnaturally.

“Huk… Ah, are you hurt?”

“I think some of it went into my eye… will you lick it for me?”

“…….”

“If you enjoyed it.”

If you enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it, it becomes sex.

The man had asked him to lick it, but to Yeonseo, it sounded like he was pressuring him to make a choice. As if to say, what comes next depends solely on your decision.

“…….”

How… strange. He is a truly strange person.

Why does he like such things, make me choose… make me anticipate.

Yeonseo, conscious of the arm wrapped around his waist, cautiously touched his cheek. He gently cupped the area between his cheek and jaw with both hands and licked the man’s eyelid. He was scared. So, so scared.

But, he was looking forward to it.

A strange pleasure arose from resolving what he had done in this way.

“Ngh…!”

After a moment of that, his nape was yanked back. His lips, caught off guard, parted, and the man’s breath poured in. It was still a rough kiss. A kiss that controlled and ravaged the entire inside of his mouth.

It hurt a little, but his arms were holding Yeonseo tightly, without a gap. As expected, he was large enough to crush Yeonseo in one arm… and warm. So warm that tears welled up.

So much so that the vibrating fishy smell felt like the sweetest thing in the world.