The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 8.5

“This is really…”

“Hngh, ugh.”

“The baby’s dad is staying still, but the baby’s mom is making a fuss, begging to have a taste of some pussy…”

Slap!

“Hah!”

As if he had never been refined, a large hand delivered a spanking. For Yeonseo, it was a spanking he hadn’t experienced in quite a while. His plump cheeks stung, and tears welled up in his eyes.

“Hm? Can’t hold back your urges like that, huh? Falling over so easily, desperate to taste some cock?”

The sharp criticism stabbed into Yeonseo’s chest like a dagger. It was then that Tae Shinju climbed on top of Yeonseo in one swift motion and began grinding against him.

Pressing himself fully against Yeonseo, aligning their bodies as closely as possible, he rubbed their groins together with firm, deliberate movements.

“Hngh, ha, haa…!”

“This… pussy. Do you know how Park Yeonseo’s flesh feels right now? It’s like it’s begging to be scratched, itching to death. Clinging so tightly… fuck, how can you devour someone’s cock like this?”

The man’s low growl revealed bulging veins in his neck. Uncharacteristically, he seemed to be holding himself back.

Yeonseo, feeling shame at the man’s criticism, nodded vigorously. His body itched with an excitement that felt like it would burst but didn’t. The man was right. The itching inside was unbearable.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right. It’s itching, so itchy, ah!”

Smack!

Finally, the sensation of flesh being crushed.

It was just one thrust. With a single thrust, Yeonseo spilled himself. The coarse fabric had already made the man’s cock rock-hard from the stimulation.

Tae Shinju frowned and grunted. That single thrust had, as if by habit, pierced through the inner ridge, driving himself in to the hilt.

The man’s pubic hair grazed Yeonseo’s spread flesh, adding stimulation. Yeonseo, now accustomed to it, let out a moan from deep in his throat.

As expected… as expected, this is what I love.

Tae Shinju, and sex with Tae Shinju, are both amazing.

And his prophecy was spot-on. Falling over so easily.

Having climaxed with his cock, having taken the man into the deepest parts he desired, Yeonseo’s utterly satisfied body quickly went limp.

Before Tae Shinju could be disappointed, Yeonseo hurriedly wrapped his legs around Tae Shinju’s hips.

“S-sorry…”

“…”

“Please… keep going, it’s fine…”

If they could just stay like this a little longer…

“…Hah.”

Tae Shinju, having barely caught his breath, let out a hollow laugh. He gazed bitterly at their lower bodies, now a mess of fluids. Then, carefully pulling himself away, he roughly jerked himself off and came onto the pussy of the man lying sprawled out.

It was a first. Even after fucking Park Yeonseo, the aftertaste had never felt so bitter.

“…”

He’s such a small thing, always making me worry.

Frowning openly, he leaned down and sucked on the closed eyelids. Even then, the man’s delicate face made him want to slip his tongue between those eyelids.

‘Why can’t I get my head straight?’

A question that came to him unconsciously.

It was fine to raise the question, but when it came to finding an answer, the subject was unclear.

Was the subject he hadn’t considered ‘Park Yeonseo’ or ‘Tae Shinju’?

If it was ‘Tae Shinju’…?

🕷️

Tae Shinju soon began going to work diligently. His hours were later than usual, but it was a noticeable change.

‘Is he upset?’

Lately, Yeonseo had been sleeping a lot to regain his strength, leaving Tae Shinju alone more often. At first, he thought it was fine since they still had sex, but Yeonseo soon realized Tae Shinju was using that time to handle work.

‘He must be tired of doing it alone…’

To make matters worse, he hadn’t properly enjoyed Christmas or New Year’s highlights because he was sleeping. Even Yeonseo felt regret about that. Now that the New Year had long passed, Tae Shinju must have felt his time was being wasted.

A strange guilt weighed on Yeonseo. Even though the reason he was passing out from exhaustion every day was, in truth, Tae Shinju, Yeonseo believed it was his own fault. After all, Tae Shinju hadn’t been so relentless as to leave him no time to rest. He must have decided to go to work for a reason… or so Yeonseo thought.

As Tae Shinju started going to work, Yeonseo also tried his best to regain his stamina.

Fortunately, he managed to hold up decently during the day. With regular rest, his condition seemed to be improving little by little.

But strangely, whenever Tae Shinju came home, Yeonseo would feel overwhelmingly sleepy. No matter how many times he washed his face or pinched his skin painfully, it didn’t help. Sleeping more during the day only made him someone who slept more during the day; it didn’t give him the strength to last through the night. At this point, it was frustrating and maddening.

Unaware of Yeonseo’s feelings, Tae Shinju seemed to have decided to be a better person—or perhaps he had reached a stage of giving up—because he changed his approach to sex.

The man who once acted like a plug, determined to stuff every last drop of cum inside, now latched onto Yeonseo’s lower parts as if he’d die without tasting his fluids, or fixated excessively on his chest.

It wasn’t bad. Anything with him was good. But a body that could no longer reach climax through obsessive petting alone added to Yeonseo’s torment.

Once, overcoming his shame, Yeonseo begged him to just put it in. The response he got was:

—If I put it in, you’ll pass out right away. I’ll fuck you and cum while you’re asleep, so just stick out your tits.

In short, a refusal to penetrate.

Yeonseo, pretending not to care, felt dejected. The man’s words weren’t wrong, which made him feel even more downcast.

If only he’d scold me, it might be easier…

As far as Yeonseo knew, the world’s greatest pervert was, ironically, a fundamentally kind person who didn’t berate him.

“Are you sleepy?”

He asked gently, holding Yeonseo tightly in his arms.

Yeonseo, nestled against him with his head on Tae Shinju’s firm shoulder, was in a position where their chests pressed together, incredibly comforting. Tae Shinju’s embrace was broad enough to envelop Yeonseo fully, warm and snug.

“N-no… not sleepy. Not at all.”

His mumbled voice was thick with drowsiness. Tae Shinju stroked Yeonseo’s back slowly, as if soothing a child. Before long, Yeonseo’s stubbornly resisting eyelids closed.

Soft, even breathing continued for a while.

Tae Shinju moved carefully, laying Yeonseo on the bed. There was no sign of him waking.

Leaving the bedroom, Tae Shinju reached the study before picking up his phone. He made a call without hesitation.

“Dr. Yoo, it’s me. I have someone who needs a test. Can I come by now?”

Less than half an hour after the call, a visitor arrived. He was a relatively young man, likely in his early to mid-forties.

“What’s this about? What trouble did you cause now?”

“Hyung.”

“Hey, when you call me that, it scares me. Just confess what mess you’ve made.”

The man, pale-faced and clearly exasperated, stepped out of the elevator.

He had his reasons. When the respectable ‘Executive Director Tae Shinju’ acted like ‘thug Tae Shinju,’ causing harm to others, this man was usually the one cleaning up the mess. Recently, crazy thug Tae Shinju had crushed his half-brother’s penis and scrotum, giving him a headache for a while.

The culprit slept soundly with both legs stretched out…

‘Money’s the real enemy.’

When he studied and got his medical license with someone else’s money years ago, could he have imagined this future?

He’d succeeded as a doctor, but in front of Tae Shinju, he was still a poor student, relegated to cleanup duty. If they hadn’t been university alumni, he wouldn’t even hear ‘Hyung’ or ‘Doctor’ from that mouth.

‘Maybe it’d be better not to hear them. He only calls me that when he’s caused trouble.’

Thanks to that, he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown…

“…I need you to do it.”

“What?”

What bizarre trouble had he caused now? Dr. Yoo, trembling with anxiety, furrowed his brow.

Tae Shinju stared at the slightly shorter man without a hint of displeasure, repeating himself.

“I need you to do a pregnancy test.”

“You… you really fucked up, didn’t you?!”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

“Crazy bastard. What are you going to do if the chairman finds out?”

“That’s why I called you, Hyung. I’d rather he not know yet.”

As expected, the polite tone from the phone call had vanished, replaced by Tae Shinju’s characteristic smug smirk.

Seeing the crooked grin, Dr. Yoo grumbled audibly.

“That bastard’s attitude has been like this since the old days…”

“If you don’t like it, take off your coat, Dr. Yoo Heewon.”

“Threatening me again, you con artist.”

Being called a doctor and making good money came with a catch: the hospital was backed by dirty money from Geumwoong. In other words, a hospital run by ‘the organization.’

Yoo Heewon was the director of the organization’s hospital. Without this troublemaking junior, he’d have long been a corpse with his organs harvested.

Tired of pointless arguing, Tae Shinju’s bored gaze made Yoo’s knees weak.

“…Fine, where’s this crazy… ahem, unfortunate person?”

“My bedroom.”

“Did you eat something bad?”

As someone who’d known Tae Shinju for over a decade, this was unprecedented. Tae Shinju was notoriously averse to letting anyone into his personal space.

“If it’s like this, why not call an OB-GYN? All I can do is draw blood. Don’t you have an OB-GYN around?”

“I do.”

“…”

‘Jerk…’

Whether others went to the trouble or not, he wanted this done discreetly.

They quietly moved to the master bedroom. Before opening the door, Tae Shinju warned:

“He’s sleeping, so don’t make noise inside. Results can come later, just make sure it doesn’t leak.”

“Crazy bastard… just open the door.”

Tae Shinju opened the door slowly, looking sulky—an expression only a long-time acquaintance would notice; to a stranger, it’d just seem like a slight change in his gaze.

Approaching the bedside, Yoo Heewon was stunned.

“A… man?”

He blurted it out, then gasped, covering his mouth. The icy glare that hit him made him break into a cold sweat.

Just draw the blood. The command was so fierce that Yoo hurriedly rummaged through his bag. Even so, his attention was drawn to the mysterious man.

He was strikingly pretty. Yoo had thought no one could match Tae Shinju’s striking appearance, but this man, though different in vibe, held his own next to the troublemaker.

‘How intriguing…’

Was this what they called androgynous charm? His delicate features, fair skin, and soft curves raised doubts. Yet, he didn’t look outright feminine.

Reaching that thought, Yoo snapped back to reality.

“A pregnancy test for a man?”

“Just do it.”

“…I really don’t get what you’re thinking.”

“You don’t need to.”

Tch… if you say so.

He obediently laid out the blood-drawing tools by the bedside.

“Turn on the light when you’re ready.”

“Yes, yes…”

Yoo shuffled to turn on the light. Meanwhile, Tae Shinju covered the sleeping man’s eyes with his palm to keep him from waking. The fact that one hand covered more than half that small face was surprising, but even more unbelievable was that the notorious Tae Shinju was voluntarily acting as a blindfold. Yoo rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The blood draw was quick. The man’s skin was so pale and his veins so visible that inserting the needle was easy.

Soft, steady breathing filled the bedroom, creating a warm, cozy atmosphere. It wouldn’t be out of place for a pregnant woman, but the fact that this was Tae Shinju’s bedroom caused cognitive dissonance. The damn junior even seemed unaware that serving someone like this was unusual.

‘Did he meet his match…? No, no, don’t think about it.’

It was too scary to know more. Yoo quickly packed up and left the master bedroom.

Tae Shinju followed like a silent predator, escorting him to the elevator with an indifferent expression, as if the business was done.

“I’ll let you know when the results come in.”

“…”

“What? What’s with that look?”

Why’s he staring like that? It’s creepy.

The gaze, slightly tilted and unreadable, was unnerving—especially for someone who knew Tae Shinju. With that calm face, he could be thinking, ‘Should I mess this guy up?’ and actually do it.

“No, nothing. Just…”

“Just what? Finish what you started.”

When Yoo glared as fiercely as he could, Tae Shinju suddenly chuckled.

“This isn’t a mess.”

“Huh?”

What’s that supposed to mean? With a puzzled face before him, Tae Shinju’s smile deepened.

“Yeah… it’s not a mess.”

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The next day, Yoo Heewon called.

[According to the results, he’s pregnant. What the hell did you…]

Pregnant.

That word was all Tae Shinju heard.

Park Yeonseo was pregnant.