Magic on the Dead Chapter 88

A kiss like an act of revenge continued. Against the strength of Eden, who was sucking on his frozen tongue with such persistence, Hajin had no choice but to surrender his breath. The strength drained from the arms that had been holding onto Eden for a moment.

Eden, once again firmly grasping the body that was about to slip under the water, aggressively explored the hot mouth. He pressed firmly against the soft inner flesh of his cheeks and swallowed the saliva that burst out like fruit juice.

“Eup, heuk… Mmm!”

Hajin’s back arched greatly as his airway was blocked. His face was also contorted in pain, as if he were being tortured, not kissed. Finally, his vision began to grow dim.

Eden took Hajin, who was on the verge of fainting, to his heart’s content, sweeping, pressing, and rubbing the mucous membranes of his mouth. As he collected saliva and let it flow down his throat like a punishment, a suppressed moan burst out.

“Kkeuk… heubeup!”

Hajin pounded the bottom of the tub with his heels for a while before his body finally went limp.

Eden, who had been running wild like an untethered colt in the irrational realm of impulse, anger, and pleasure, only released the swollen lips after the body in his arms went limp.

“Haah, haah… hooh…”

Hajin’s face, his eyes closed as if he had fainted, was painfully pale. Even under the warm orange light, he clearly looked like a sick person. Eden’s eyes glinted sharply as he gazed down at the form lying there like a corpse.

As if contemplating, he repeatedly grabbed and released Hajin’s wet hair at the back of his head. He dragged out the time, crudely grinding his swollen cock against their pressed-together groins, before finally letting out a deep sigh. Hoo—

Drip… drip…

Water droplets that had splashed onto the ceiling fell into the tub. Eden tilted his head back and calmed his excitement for a long while before lifting the sprawled Hajin into his arms and immediately leaving the bathroom.

He slowly warmed the icicle-like hands and feet with his breath, and raised his body temperature by embracing the bare body, slick with a cold sweat, without leaving a single gap.

Perhaps because his muscles were overly stiff from the cold, Hajin kept letting out pained groans, so he had to massage his trapezius, forearms, sides, abdomen, thighs, and calves in sequence.

Eden was silently carrying out his second round of nursing, a task he was not destined for.

“Heuu…”

This time, Hajin clutched his head and let out a pained groan.

“What is it. Does your head hurt?”

As expected, no answer came. He pulled down the trembling hand and carefully pressed his thumb into Hajin’s temples. Ugh, euk… For a while, only suppressed groans escaped, but at some point, his breathing eased and quieted down.

Even so, he couldn’t be completely at ease, so he had to knead Hajin’s entire body from head to toe as if he were kneading dough.

Despite having just taken a shower, beads of sweat formed on Eden’s forehead. He held the patient, who had fallen asleep as if he had fainted, like a bamboo wife.

It was an especially long dawn.

“Haah…”

Eden buried his nose in the crown of Hajin’s head, which smelled of fragrant soap, and closed his eyes.

Steady breathing, a heartbeat felt through their touching chests, a body temperature that had begun to radiate warmth… Hajin’s condition had improved so much that it was visible at a glance, making the diligent nursing feel worthwhile, but sleep did not come easily.

Though he did not show it, Eden, too, had been considerably startled by all the events of the past night. It was the first time so many emotions had dominated his mind at once.

The empty house, the blood spattered in the hallway, the portable flashlight abandoned in the bushes. Just recalling these fragmented memories was a series of dizzying moments.

Lost in thought, Eden unknowingly tightened his arms around Hajin. He had no way of explaining this lingering anxiety that remained even after the entire situation had been resolved.

He had never even worried this much about the safety of his companions who were far away.

He opened his closed eyes and looked down at Hajin in the darkness. His gaze, which had been staring intently at the handsome forehead and neat eyelashes, eventually landed on the firmly closed lips. The lips, which had been as dry as a corpse’s, had now regained their vitality and were plump and swollen.

Showering the impertinently cursing lips with a rough kiss and not letting go until he fainted was by no means an act of impulse. The moment he had entangled that hot tongue and greedily sucked down the sweet saliva, Eden realized that he had wanted to do this all along.

Was it simply sexual desire? There were too many things that gave him pause to jump to a conclusion so rashly.

Because the only person who constantly caught his eye, made him want to reach out, and caused him to do irrational things was Do Hajin.

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

A laugh escaped him as he recalled the image of Hajin barking fearlessly. The clock on the bedside table was already past 3 a.m., so at this rate, he might end up seeing the sunrise.

He once again pulled the squirming body closer and, for the last time, shamelessly captured his lips. After pushing past the limply closed lips and sucking on the soft tongue, he licked the area around his philtrum like a cat grooming itself.

He should have done this sooner.

Eden savored the satisfying taste in his mouth with a pleased expression, along with a brief regret.

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Pant, pant, pant…! Sniff, sniff, lick…

Hot breath warming his ear and something wet sweeping restlessly across his cheek.

“Eung…”

Hajin, scrunching up his brow, waved his hand in the air. Slap. Supple, warm skin was caught in his palm.

Lick, sniff, whimper…

“…”

His hazy mind cleared quickly, but Hajin did not dare to open his closed eyes and quietly held his breath. Meanwhile, the wet something greedily swept past his cheek and lips.

It was not very difficult to realize that the unidentified thing was Pie’s tongue, but he still could not easily lift his closed eyelids.

Because as of yesterday, the number of beings frantically licking his face and lips had increased by one more.

“Crazy…”

Hajin let out a sigh at the dizzying memory that struck his mind.

He felt as if he would faint again before he even fully opened his eyes. As he fumbled through the fragments of memory that surfaced intermittently, the fine hairs behind his ears stood on end.

Wet skin and hot body temperature, thick forearms that bound his body so tightly it hurt, the hand that firmly grasped his hair, and the tongue that explored the inside of his mouth with a stern, punishing vigor… Jung Taegeon’s tongue.

Hajin, who had been lying blankly for a long while, finally lifted his closed eyelids. As expected, the first thing he saw was Pie’s face, pushing his brown snout forward and licking him frantically.

Thankfully, the spot next to him was empty. As he stared blankly at the tightly closed door, it soon burst open, and the person in question appeared.

“Are you awake? Get up and eat.”

Hajin held his breath for a moment, then slowly sat his creaking upper body up. Be calm, be calm.

“Ahem, when did you wake… ahem! You’re awake?”

When he opened his mouth, his throat felt blocked as if he had choked. Eden, holding a ladle in a way that didn’t suit him, replied casually.

“I haven’t been up for long either. How’s your body?”

“It’s, fine.”

“Then that’s a relief. Tidy up the bedding and come out.”

Creak—thump. The door closed again.

‘What the. Why is he so nonchalant?’

He looked so completely normal, just like any other day, that Hajin wondered if everything that happened last night had been his own delusion.

As he was once again just blinking blankly, oval-shaped, dark brown eyes blocked his vision without warning.

“Oh, Pie, did you sleep well?”

When he belatedly stroked his face and back, Pie’s mouth quirked up as if he was pleased. He must have gone through so much hardship last night because of his useless owners, so Hajin could only feel sorry for him greeting him so happily in the morning.

“Pie, you’re suffering so much because you met the wrong owners… Ugh, buddy, don’t lick my eyes…!”

As he was lazing around and playing with Pie, just as he expected, a stern command fell from outside the door.

“What are you doing not coming out quickly?”

“Oh. Yes, I’m coming.”

Hajin awkwardly got up from his spot. Then he saw his reflection in the full-length mirror opposite him and let out a gasp of astonishment. His messy, tangled hair was sticking straight up, making him look like he had been hit by a bomb.

Completely unaware that Eden had been stroking his hair all night, never leaving it alone for a moment, he hurriedly fixed his hair with a flushed face.

Even as he dawdled, the muscles in his raised arms ached considerably. His whole body was stiff with muscle pain from having fought a battle with zombies last night while sick.

It was a relief that his condition had recovered surprisingly well overnight. Unaware that this, too, was thanks to Eden’s painstaking nursing, Hajin looked down quizzically at the t-shirt with a duck character on it and the unfamiliar shorts before leaving the room.

Eden was ladling thinly cooked porridge into a ceramic bowl. He glanced at Hajin, who was walking out hesitantly, and gestured with his chin toward the living room.

As soon as he took a seat at the folding table in the living room, a bowl of porridge was placed before him. The savory smell of sesame oil wafting up made Hajin’s nose twitch automatically. He had just been thinking about the porridge he had eaten at Misahn Garden.

“I will eat well.”

Hajin grinned, buried his nose in the bowl, and devoured the food frantically. In the meantime, Eden slowly poured the orange juice he had salvaged instead of medicine last night into a ceramic cup.

“Drink this while you eat.”

Hajin’s eyes widened when he belatedly noticed the orange-colored drink. Eden, watching him make such a changeable expression like a child, quietly swallowed a laugh.