Magic on the Dead Chapter 87

Hajin, leaning his back against the wall, glared fiercely at the man standing there like a grim reaper.

“You said you’d come in after thirty minutes. Hoo… what am I supposed to do if you turn into a zombie?”

As he shot back with difficulty in a very hoarse voice, Eden placed the flashlight on top of the toilet lid and asked.

“Are you in a lot of pain?”

“I’m not in…”

“It’s been over forty minutes since you came into the house, Mr. Do Hajin.”

Hajin’s expression turned momentarily bewildered as he let out a faint, shallow breath. Eden, looking at his stupidly dazed face, strode over to his side.

He put his hands under Hajin’s armpits and sat the slumping body upright.

“Ugh, let go.”

“Let’s not be shy all of a sudden. It’s not like we’ve showered together only once or twice.”

“I’ll hurry up and wash so I can get out…”

“What am I supposed to do if you treat your body like this after I went to all the trouble of nursing you back to health?”

A hint of irritation surfaced in Eden’s voice, which had been calm all along. In tandem, his hands handling Hajin’s body also became quite rough.

“Ugh!”

As his pants and underwear were pulled off at once, Hajin’s body tensed up in alarm. But it seemed even that brief moment of stiffness was too much for him, as the energy soon drained from his body.

Eden handled the flailing Hajin as he pleased, like a fish thrown onto a market floor.

“Stay still. If you fall, you’ll crack your head open.”

Soon after, without warning, he poured a basin of water over Hajin’s head. Gasp! Hajin, suddenly doused, reflexively burrowed into Eden’s chest.

“Ugh, it’s cold!”

Like a young puppy searching for its mother’s teat, Hajin urgently pushed the crown of his head forward with clumsy, rough movements.

Eden, watching him rush toward his chest, abruptly stopped the hand that was scooping up water. Viciously, a satisfied smile began to spread across his face as he looked at the fingertips desperately clutching his arm.

“Are you freezing to death?”

As if to show off, he once again poured another basin of water over Hajin’s head without hesitation.

“Haah…!”

This time, truly startled, Hajin convulsed and gripped Eden’s waist tightly. A curse then burst from his deathly pale lips.

“Shit, what the hell are you doing!”

“Shit? Hearing you curse, I guess you’re still well enough to live.”

Eden threw the basin he was holding onto the floor without a second thought. Thump! Clatter, clatter…

“If you’re going to be like this, let’s just wash together. Since you want it so much, Mr. Do Hajin.”

After spouting whatever he wanted at the dazed and ailing Hajin, he stripped off his shirt and pants. The supple skin of the two men, not a single thread on them, pressed tightly together.

Hajin unconsciously wrapped his arms around Eden’s warm waist. By then, he had nearly lost his senses.

Eden lifted the body in his arms and sat him on the edge of the tub. Firmly grabbing the back of the neck of the man who was struggling not to fall off, he once again poured water over him mercilessly. The motion was closer to water torture than a shower.

It was an unavoidable choice to wash Hajin’s body, which was caked in filth and blood, but he had no intention of denying that his actions were mixed with a sordid desire and a mean streak.

He could have washed him gently, but the sight of Hajin clinging to him was so satisfying that he continued the cruel dousing.

“Keoheup…! Ugh! You crazy… bastard…!”

“This wouldn’t have happened if you’d just stayed quietly cooped up inside. What right do you have to be spouting curses?”

“Hooo, st… op!”

He finally grabbed Hajin’s hair tightly and tilted his face back. Hajin’s breathing grew rougher than ever, as if he’d been sprinting at full speed.

Eden’s eyes fiercely scanned Hajin’s taut pink buds, illuminated by the light, and the goosebumps that had broken out all over his face. Hajin, who had his eyes half-closed in a daze, met his gaze without backing down.

A low, subdued voice rumbled through the bathroom.

“Where have you been? Why weren’t you at home when you’re sick?”

Hajin’s jaw chattered as he gripped Eden’s shoulder as if to tear it.

“How could I just stay put, hoo, when you weren’t coming back, Mr. Jung Taegeon…!”

“Did you think I abandoned you? Do you have that little faith in me?”

“How would I know if you were bitten by a zombie and died?”

Eden’s brow twitched as he asked again.

“Were you worried about me?”

“Of course I was worried!”

He put all his strength into being angry, but Hajin’s voice was so cracked that it wouldn’t have been strange if he had died right then. Even while his hair was being held, he instinctively kept trying to embrace Eden.

“Mr. Do Hajin.”

“You could have at least left a note! Hoo, damn it, really…”

“There’s that cursing again.”

Contrary to his fierce words, Eden’s face had somehow softened from before as he swept Hajin’s wet bangs up.

However, the curses, once they had started, showed no signs of stopping.

“You’re the one who left me behind. And now you’re giving me shit… Heu…”

“…”

“What did I do wrong? I waited for so long, fuck… From start to finish, you’re the only one who’s ever right…”

“Mr. Do Hajin.”

Fine cracks began to form on Eden’s smiling face.

“That’s enough. I won’t let it slide any further.”

“If you don’t let it slide, what are you going to do? Go out and die again? Get bitten?”

“I’m not dead yet, and I haven’t been bitten. So stop talking like a drunk and keep your mouth shut. Before I drown you in the bathtub.”

“Haah, if you’re going somewhere, you should have said you were going!”

“You were the one who was passed out from being sick, Mr. Do Hajin. I was so focused on getting you medicine that I didn’t even have the presence of mind to leave a note, so let’s leave it at that. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m five years older than you.”

“Eup-poo-poo…! Ugh!”

As if administering punishment, Eden filled the basin with water and relentlessly poured it over Hajin’s head. Splaaaash—! The cold tub water drenched Eden’s body as well.

Cough, fuck off…! Hajin diligently spat out curses even while swallowing water. But even as his whole body was covered in foam, even as the demonic hand swept over his groin, he still tried to cling to that broad chest like a castaway desperately holding onto a life raft.

It was a pitiful sight: desperate to touch that hot skin even a little more, restlessly spouting all sorts of vulgar words, yet in the end, clinging on with such desperation.

Every time Hajin moaned in pain and clutched at his flesh, Eden secretly let out a sigh at the electrifying pleasure that rang in his skull. It was a significant mental pleasure, to the point where he wondered if this is what it would feel like to squeeze semen out of his brain. It was a slightly more sophisticated pleasure than the physiological pleasure of simply stroking one’s genitals to ejaculation.

When he let Hajin, who was trying to wrap his arms around his neck and even his legs around his waist, be, their two hardened erections rubbed strongly against each other’s groins.

In the end, Eden couldn’t hold back and used his own body, which had been radiating intense heat all along, to pull Hajin into a tight embrace.

“Haah, hah…”

His eyes, as he ran his hands over Hajin’s deathly pale body, were lower and more subdued than ever before.

However, even if he felt like he would burst down there at any moment, now was not the time to deal with it. The stormy shower was finally over, so now it was time to carefully dry Hajin’s body and raise his temperature.

It was the moment he barely managed to suppress his surging lust and was forcefully prying Hajin’s body away.

“Heu, shit…”

Hajin had unconsciously sworn because he felt like he was freezing to death, but Eden, who had no way of knowing its meaning, had his eyes turn icy cold. Despite being warned several times, he wasn’t listening at all. As he silently stared at Hajin’s lips, which were so good at spouting curses, he heard a continuous stream of irritated muttering.

“It’s cold, sh… stop it and just… Eup!”

The lips that were grumbling were suddenly blocked by something. It was a contact so intense that it jolted him to his senses, even in his drowsy state.

As his eyes widened into circles, Hajin’s mouth fell open on its own. Taking advantage of the brief opening, a hot, soft tongue plunged relentlessly into his mouth.

“Mmm…!”

A wet noise echoed in his ears through his hazy mind. Just as he instinctively tried to pull his face back, his nape was seized by a rough hand.

It felt as if every passage to his airway had been blocked. His thoughts came to a halt in an instant at the movement that ensnared his tongue without a break.

Did I finally pass out? Hajin had no choice but to think he was now wandering in a dream. Otherwise, the person before him, lunging as if to devour his lips…

The greedy tongue that had been frantically exploring the inside of his mouth next settled on the roof of his mouth. As the pointed tip of the tongue swept over the rough palate, Ah…! A moan-like sigh escaped from his throat.

The dizzying caress made his mouth fill with saliva, as if he were sucking on a lemon. The rough tongue was poised to push all the way into his throat.

Noticing Hajin’s frozen reaction from panic, Eden pulled his lips away.

“Hoo…”

Taking advantage of the brief separation of their lips, hot breath spread across his entire face. Hajin, panting, whispered in a faintly hoarse voice.

“What… are you doing…”

Eden made sure his face was clearly imprinted on the eyes beyond the trembling eyelashes and spoke in a low, reciting tone.

“Stick out your tongue.”

After the short command, he lunged once more for the swollen lips.