Desires Chapter 11.5 - My Cha Woojin

I had to move through the cold marble hallway of the gloomy gallery, which seemed as if a ghost might appear at any moment, relying solely on the arm of the man standing beside me in the darkness.

The moment we held hands and ran together through the deep blue darkness, it felt as if we both had returned to being boys, boys who knew nothing of the world.

A boy who counted the dark nights amidst fear…. I did not want to let go, so I gripped the boy’s large hand even tighter. In the pitch black darkness, I held that boy tenderly.

I whispered as I stroked your back. It would have been better if I had met you a little sooner. If I had, instead of misfortune or pain, I would have been painting that boy’s face. You may have forgotten it long ago… but when you smile, I still continue to meet that boy.

I played footsie with him the entire time we walked holding hands. He accepted my childish prank with a smile. We were in love, and so, we were childish. I do not want to wake up from this dream, I whispered very softly into his ear.

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The dark and gloomy gallery hallway led to a very familiar passage.

At this late hour of the dawn, as soon as he entered the only place from which light was seeping, Cha Woojin locked the exhibition hall door with a lock.

When he went around a large stone pillar inside the gallery, which was softly illuminated by halogen lights, he realized that this was the place in Ashtuit where his painting was first hung.

The Hidden Gallery. It was the very exhibition hall where the two men had first met.

Song Yeongin recalled his first meeting with him. The suffocatingly perilous and unsettling silence of that day, when he had to stand entranced and foolishly praise you.

The day he had snuck into this gallery like a stray cat. Thus began an inescapable fate with the man who had been looking at his painting.

In the center of the gallery, a long table and a large, magnificent blue green couch were placed, as if hastily prepared for the two of them. On the table, there was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and an elegantly decorated strawberry dessert tower, as if the setting had just been completed.

A classic suit, worn impeccably to match the formality. The sharp, sensual silhouette that seemed as if it could cut, the man’s sculptural appearance still exuded an unapproachable, aristocratic dignity, just as it had on the day they first met.

Everything was the same as that day. The only thing that was different was that the man standing over there and I were in love.

Cha Woojin at once pulled the slender waist of the man standing idly. The detached and gentle face, which was pulled along without any resistance, was strangely and bizarrely stimulating a lewd desire.

Cha Woojin led Song Yeongin and brought him before their destination.

The two paintings hanging side by side in the gallery were clearly Song Yeongin’s works. A gasp escaped from his red lips.

“How, this….”

His painting, which should have been in the hands of James Han and in New York, was now hanging here, before the two men’s eyes. Song Yeongin asked Cha Woojin with a confused expression.

“How did you get the paintings back?”

His clear eyes wavered for a long while.

“Thanks to that man you begged me to save, things became easier than I thought.”

“It’s Aiden…. My friend.”

At Song Yeongin’s stubborn reply, Cha Woojin answered with a displeased expression, his cool eyes glaring sideways.

“Yes…. Your friend.”

Being able to retrieve the paintings so quickly was entirely thanks to Aiden. If he had not secretly made a copy of James Han’s safe key, it would have been impossible to get the paintings back so soon.

To avoid any misunderstanding, the paintings had to be recovered into Cha Woojin’s hands somehow before James Han’s disappearance and death were officially reported. And, God was on Cha Woojin’s side.

“I heard the remaining one is in the possession of the critic Karen Saltzman. I did not retrieve that painting. I judged that it would be more helpful for your future fame and career for her to possess it.”

“……”

“If you want, I will find the remaining one for you as well.”

Seeing that the two paintings <Dead Mother’s Ear> and <Flames> were hanging, the work she possessed was clearly <Desires>, which he had most recently completed in Montauk.

Coincidentally, it was the painting born from the motif of the moment he first met Cha Woojin right in this very spot.

“…The last painting I did in America… Karen Saltzman has it?”

Seeing that he was confirming the fact again, it seemed James Han had handed the painting over to her without even consulting Song Yeongin.

“Yes. I heard she personally requested that specific work from James Han out of the three.”

Somehow, he thought he could understand. From James Han’s perspective, he would have had no lingering attachment to that final piece, which was practically a portrait of Cha Woojin.

Song Yeongin spoke, as if faintly making a joke.

“It seems Karen Saltzman liked you too. It’s your portrait, no matter who looks at it.”

Cha Woojin laughed boldly and uttered nonchalantly.

“When I saw that painting in the gallery in Manhattan, I was startled.”

“……”

“Seeing the painting, I knew that you still had not forgotten me.”

The clear and story-filled eyes, whose ends were always moist, gazed blankly at Cha Woojin.

“Have I ever told you? Every depiction you’ve drawn of me is audacious. To the point of being embarrassingly provocative….”

At his remark, Song Yeongin could not dare to lift his head out of shame.

“So the moment I saw that painting, I knew that still… you wanted me.”

The long, coolly drawn eyes curved subtly.

“I think I know with what kind of gaze you look at me.”

The man held onto the coy face that was silently averting its gaze like someone whose inner thoughts had been exposed, not letting it run away.

The shell of his ear, where blood had rushed, was flushed bright red. Song Yeongin could not answer at all, like a person whose secret had been found out, and Cha Woojin gently caressed Song Yeongin’s bright red earlobe.

Cha Woojin had thought that Song Yeongin would be ecstatic to see his retrieved paintings. However, contrary to Cha Woojin’s expectation, Song Yeongin did not show much emotion toward his own paintings.

“Your nephew and your sister-in-law. Those two were moved to a different residence in advance,”

“……”

“I can’t let them live in a place that bastard provided for them. I have moved them back to the apartment under Woosung where they stayed before, so you do not need to worry about their whereabouts. I told you… that is your home.”

Song Yeongin, who was standing side by side in front of the paintings, bowed his head.

“I’m sorry….”

“For what.”

“It feels like I’m always… just indebted to you.”

Cha Woojin’s eyes narrowed.

“Are you not happy?”

“……”

“I thought you would be happy to see the paintings. I wanted to see you smile brightly, not to hear you say you are sorry.”

Cha Woojin gave a bitter smile.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he has had everything that can be bought with money. It was not easy for Cha Woojin, who grew up in the highest material abundance without knowing deficiency, to feel complete fulfillment and achievement. The achievement that wealth and desire could bring was utterly tedious.

Cha Woojin remembers the moment Song Yeongin smiled brightly at him with a pure smile. The pure joy and delight that this desire-free boy showed gave him an unexpected sense of elation and accomplishment that he had never tasted before. He thought he could understand what it felt like to have the whole world. He had only thought that he wanted to see that pure smile once again from this beauty who was sparing with his bright smiles.

After hesitating, Song Yeongin answered Cha Woojin.

“It’s not that I’m not happy…. I want to repay you, but I have nothing to give you.”

In the neat eyes that blinked slowly and hesitantly, for a moment, a sparkling, unusual light flickered.

“Then, I will give you this painting as repayment.”

Cha Woojin looked at Song Yeongin holding onto the sleeve of his suit and let out a chuckle.

“You’ll give this to me?”

Song Yeongin nodded his head thoughtlessly.

“You also provided a house for my nephew and sister-in-law to live in… and you’ve lost so much because of me all this time. I want to repay you, but the only thing I can give you is just a painting.”

Cha Woojin gripped Song Yeongin by both shoulders.

“This is not just a painting. You would trade your work, whose price has skyrocketed, for a paltry little apartment like that?”

“……”

The cold man’s gaze admonished Song Yeongin.

“The value of your paintings cannot be converted into money. Your paintings, which are gaining attention in New York, cannot be obtained in Korea even if one brought bundles of cash worth billions.”

At his lecture, Song Yeongin became dispirited.

“You don’t like my painting?”

Cha Woojin let out a sigh as if he was dumbfounded.

“Haah, that is not it. It seems you truly have no talent for business… At this rate, I will not be able to entrust anything to you.”

The pure and honest face, which had not a single ounce of greed, looked up at Cha Woojin blankly.

“I have no intention of doing business with you, Mr. Cha Woojin.”

“……”

“Everything I can give you, I want to give it all. As for the paintings, I can always… just paint more.”

The man standing stock-still was silent for a long while.

The sound of breathing tangled within their gazes that met. The precarious silence continued.

At this very moment, Cha Woojin had a premonition that he might not be able to control this impulse.

The pin light of the gallery was softly illuminating the delicate and pure face. Even though he had not cried, the red-rimmed corners of his eyes were always strangely moist. A long and beautiful neckline like a deer’s and plump, bright red lips above a slender jawline. The strangely coy temptation emanating from the innocent face, which was devoid of any forwardness, was wreaking havoc on Cha Woojin’s self-control.

Just the thought of that small face, which innocently exuded sensuality, crying beneath him was enough to make Cha Woojin become erect like a lightning strike, and he could not control the insane impulse he was feeling now. Before the man’s boiling lust, the downy white nape of his neck was trembling faintly with fear.

The fleeting expressions or gazes that boy made, his uncalculated gestures, every single moment, they provoked an unbearable, debauched, and vulgar lewdness. Being trapped in the same space and trying to endure the impulse all day long was nothing short of torture.

When he had to carefully wander around all day in the same space with this strangely fluttering creature, trying not to have sex, and when he would stare blankly at him sleeping defenselessly in the same bed without being able to touch him, Cha Woojin simply could not be in his right mind.

When something like that was loitering anxiously around his study to find him, there was no way he could focus on his work. It was a miracle he did not go mad from suppressing it again and again.

When he felt his lower body grow heavy and stiff with the sensation of blood rushing to it in an instant, Cha Woojin had no choice but to admit that his patience had reached its limit.

He nodded his head, letting out a hasty breath he could not suppress.

“Yes… good. You want to give me everything?”

“……”

“If that is truly your intention, I will take something other than the paintings.”

The man at once buried the tip of his high, sharp nose into the long, white nape of his neck. From the soft skin, still downy and smooth, there seemed to be a faint, weak scent of milk.

Cha Woojin began to caress him intensely, burying his nose and lips in the slender neck. As if that was not enough, he lost control of his strength and bit down on his neck.

“Hngh, euk…! It hurts.”

Where he had bitten with his teeth, a dark, bright red bruise quickly formed. It felt like he would only be relieved if he did something like this. The man’s lips, buried in the soft nape, whispered lowly.

“How long are you going to keep me in suspense?”

The neat complexion contorted in distress.

“How long are you going to play house with me? You do not want to do dirty things… you just want to hold hands and kiss like children?”

The man, who had pulled the loose-fitting knit shirt up over his chest without giving him a chance to stop him, buried his face in his sleek chest and began to suck on the obscenely erect red nipples like a beast.

“Heut…! Ha-euh, that’s not what I.”

Cha Woojin hastily gripped the pretty buttocks that were plumply raised beneath the loose-fitting cotton slacks.

“If we do this here… peo, people will come.”

“Haah, I locked the door. There’s no crazy bastard who would come into a locked gallery at 3 in the morning!”

“Let’s not do this, let’s go back up to the house.”

Since when had that hideout, that prison where his shame was sealed and confined, become our home? Cha Woojin let out a low laugh through his teeth at that cute remark.

Yes, that was our home. A secret home for you and me that no one in the world could find.

As Song Yeongin writhed to get away while being suckled on the chest, Cha Woojin grabbed his plump and pretty buttocks, spread them, and smiled mockingly.

“You’re my superior, aren’t you? There’s no other superior I’m serving and living with. If we go up as you say? Who knows what kind of whim my coy master of the bedroom will throw next.”

The white, lewd body trembled faintly.

The adorable nipples, which had ripened bright red like fruit and risen up prettily, were so erotic it was driving him crazy. Cha Woojin, with his head buried, skillfully rolled the erect, pointed protrusions with his tongue. He swallowed even the light-colored areola that had spread like a beautiful watercolor painting and held it in his mouth.

Song Yeongin told him not to and hit and pushed the man’s hard head with all his might, thwack! thwack! thwack! Cha Woojin greedily suckled on the nipples, from which nothing would come out, slurp! slurp! The sight of him sucking on his nipples desperately like a suckling beast made Song Yeongin feel blood rush to his lower abdomen like a fire. Flushed bright red to the tips of his ears, Song Yeongin began to sway his waist from side to side in the wide embrace with a strange, boiling pleasure.

The savage physique with a wide and sensual frame embraced Song Yeongin. The sharp, muscular upper arm held Song Yeongin’s pelvis as if to crush it. The man’s large hand, which had slid down, went inside Song Yeongin’s slacks. When he flinched and held his breath, Cha Woojin grasped the bright red and pretty penis, which was bewitchingly erect, in his hand.

The man’s long eyes curved wantonly.

“Let’s stop the child’s play. You want me like this too.”

Cha Woojin held and caressed Song Yeongin’s bewitching penis, which was erect so stiffly it seemed it would break. With every touch, a lewd fluid trickled out from the tip of the bright red penis.

“Hngh, euk…! Don’t, I don’t want to!”

“Your underwear is all wet. You’re dribbling it out because you like it, yet you say you don’t want it with your mouth. Are you telling me to believe that right now?”

Song Yeongin thought he would rather have him do something to him by force without asking. Why was he asking him something like that? Even when he had said he did not want it before, he had always held him forcefully every time.

“Right, you are not at fault. It’s always me who’s impatient… so, I, the more desperate one, am the sinner.”

Held in the barbaric embrace that showered him with caresses while restraining him, with his pelvis held fast, Song Yeongin glared at the man as if he were detestable.

“…Lies…. Don’t pretend you don’t know, don’t feign ignorance…. You know why I’m trying… not to do this kind of thing!”

At Song Yeongin’s words, who was panting heavily for breath, Cha Woojin took his hand off the lewd penis that was damp with fluid.

He straightened his broad shoulders, which had been bent, and tilted back his head, which was clouded with lust, letting out a deep sigh. The man’s long eyes, steeped in passion, languidly distorted.

“Haah… Yeongin-ah.”

Gripping the small face that was whimpering, its elegant deer-like neckline trembling, the man made him look at his own black eyes, which were burning steadfastly.

“That was not your fault.”

“……”

“That is why I absolutely had to kill that disgusting bastard who was worse than a maggot…. Now, it’s all over! Do not suffer because of something you do not even remember.”

Cha Woojin held the pitiful face with his two large hands and covered Song Yeongin’s ears, making him look only at him.

“Do not look at anything else. Look only at me, not the things that torment you. Trust only me!”

“……”

“I told you I would protect you, so that you would not have nightmares.”

The delicate face, trapped within the large hands, wretchedly contorted with cold whimpers that fell soundlessly, drop by drop.

“Doing this with me… are you really okay with it?”

“……”

“You are really, strange…. Why are you pretending not to know that I went through something like that, keeping your mouth shut so tightly?”

“……”

The precarious face, held in the man’s two hands, deeply blamed itself as if gouging its own body with a sharp knife.

“Tell me honestly. You also think I’m pathetic and hate me for going through this kind of thing every time, right?! I ran away on my own two feet, then walked right back to that bastard and went through that ordeal again…! You resent me for making you a murderer, don’t you? I’m filthy, aren’t I?!”

Once again, he was digging deep into the ground and blaming himself all on his own.

“Listen carefully. No one can ever defile you!”

A fiercely burning flame flickered darkly in his two cool eyes. In the strong and steadfast eyes, there was an absolute power that no one could defy, like a powerful spell.

“And I will not let them.”

“……”

“The filthy ones are them, not you…. So, do not torment your innocent self.”

From the ends of his sorrowful and mournful eyes, heart-aching moisture fell, drop by drop.

‘It was like that from the beginning. If you said it was not, if you said it was not my fault… like a miracle, everything disappeared and I could only hear your voice.’

Cha Woojin’s two hands were holding tightly onto the small, pitiful face that was sobbing silently, not letting it run away. The man’s two hands were already damp from the tears that welled up bright red and fell.

The shadow that had followed him so relentlessly for countless years. That ominous and ferocious shadow that had churned menacingly, once again, was instantly swallowed by the man’s pitch-black eyes.

Before the brilliantly shimmering sun, the shadow lost its strength and vanished. The ominous darkness became a warm light and poured into his heart.

Song Yeongin, who had been sobbing, reached out and slowly caressed the man’s flawlessly handsome face that seemed as if it could cut.

‘My Cha Woojin….’

That you are truly my salvation. I no longer have any doubt.

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To sever all the chains of thought that bind me with your two strong arms. To melt my heated body and head in your embrace like a furnace.

I begged you, Cha Woojin, to do what you do best, and the man laughed lowly and buried the sharp tip of his nose between my spread legs.

“Ah, heu-euut…!”

The sexy and debauched face licked Song Yeongin’s genitals for a terribly long time. The man, who had even put the adorable and pretty scrotum, ripened like a bright red fruit, into his mouth and licked it devotedly, passed the perineum and greedily suckled on the narrow back hole that was dribbling fluid.

Into the endearing pink hole that was twitching and whimpering, the man thrust his pointed tongue without hesitation, poking and sucking the tender mucous membrane.

Every time the man’s sharp and hard nasal bridge brushed against the mucous membranes, Song Yeongin could not breathe and gasped for pleasure, trembling.

The sticky bodily fluid that he had dribbled was all over that sharp and handsome man’s face. The flawless and sexy face between his legs, wet with his own bodily fluid, looked like a statue sculpted to be chillingly obscene.

“Eung, heu-euut‥!”

The thickly erect glans and the heavy, ferocious penis with its veins bulging, pierced him all the way to the pit of his stomach in a single thrust.

The narrow and fragile hole, which had been moistened with his tongue and painstakingly loosened with his fingers for a long time, was barely and tightly accepting that club-like weapon.

The flat skin of his stomach, filled according to the shape of the heavy and enormous penis, bulged and rose. In the dizzying pain of being tightly filled, Song Yeongin groaned with a cry of pleasure and sobbed pitifully with tears.

“If you cry so prettily like that… I can’t hold back.”

The man, who had been moving slowly, let out a rough breath that seemed about to burst with excitement, along with a lewd remark that it was so tight it felt like he would be cut off, as if he had become a virgin.

“…Haah, damn it… I’m so fucking crazy for this!”

Cha Woojin was moving slowly and being considerate of him, but his thighs, which were itching to fuck him violently, were tautly contracting and tightening their muscles between his legs in a suggestive way, as if suppressing the urge.

The man, with his angry shoulders raised, tightened his muscles like a well-bred stallion and thrust his hips savagely, as if he could not hold back any longer.

“Just endure it a little. I’ll make you go crazy with pleasure.”

There was no one who knew my body better than Cha Woojin. He knew exactly where I felt pleasure and persistently pounded that spot with his heavy penis.

‘Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!’

Song Yeongin, who had been sobbing pitifully as if in agony, tilted his head back and swayed his slenderly drawn waist as pleasure spread throughout his body. At the bewitching and alluring gesture of the slender creature, like it was stretching, the man’s penis, which had been ramming inside, grew even larger in volume inside Song Yeongin’s stomach and swelled thickly.

“Heuk, why, is it keep getting bigger…! Eung, eut…!”

As the slender body, held and turned around, lifted its plump buttocks and swayed gently from side to side, Cha Woojin muttered a low, vulgar curse.

Haah, fuck. Just where on earth was something like this born? Born with the talent to stir up lust.

“Euh-eung…! Euh-euut…!”

The cries of pleasure that came out as he breathed filled the entire gallery. The lewd cries echoed loudly through the hallway, but Song Yeongin could not think of anything.

It was what he had longed for so much.

Cha Woojin lifted Song Yeongin up in a flash with his large, heavy penis still inside his stomach. Afraid of falling, he clung to his sturdy neck. He hugged the hard, thick, muscular body tightly. He had completely forgotten even the fact that he had injured his shoulder.

Cha Woojin held Song Yeongin in mid-air, supporting him with his strong and fierce hip strength, and ‘Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!’ he savagely rammed his club-like penis into him. As he continuously and quickly pounded the spot where he felt pleasure, his body began to convulse with a jolt. Held by him, Song Yeongin began to tremble like a lightning strike and sob.

“Eut, ah…! At! Ah, ah! It’s strange… eu-eung!”

A dizzying pleasure like an electric current rushed over him as if he had been electrocuted, and the inside of his hole trembled violently. A lewd convulsion that forgot all shame occurred. Song Yeongin’s white body, which was convulsing wildly all over, twitched its buttocks and obscenely opened and closed its hole.

The bright red inner walls, which stuck to the shaft with a chewy, squelching sound, greedily swallowed Cha Woojin’s penis. The endearing hole, which had swallowed the penis so tightly without a single gap between the prettily spread white legs, was obscenely squeezing and tightening around Cha Woojin’s penis to the point of bursting.

“Yeongin-ah, it’s so tight it’s driving me crazy, hoo… relax.”

The man, who did not even pretend to listen to Song Yeongin’s words as he thrashed and convulsed, saying he wanted to go to the bathroom and to let him go, furrowed his brow coolly and moved in and out of the tight hole. With his penis rammed into the red and pretty inner walls that were squeezing and tightening around his penis as if to cut it off, he let out a languid groan.

“…Haah, fuck, self-control… Euk!”

If you squeeze like this, I can’t control myself.

In that moment, from Song Yeongin’s bright red, trembling penis, a clear liquid like urine, along with semen, began to flow out nonstop.

The things I had ejaculated and spilled soaked and dirtied the body and suit of the man who was holding me. Song Yeongin, who was laid down, was so ashamed that he twisted his body and cried, letting the water that gushed out like a fountain trickle down.

“Euh-heuk! I’m so embarrassed. Heuk, I don’t want to…! Don’t touch me.”

The man, who was soaked with the urine-like bodily fluid, hugged Song Yeongin’s white body without hesitation.

“It’s dirty, heuk… I said it’s strange… ba… bathroom, euh-heuk… I told you to let me go!”

Cha Woojin kissed the slender body that was writhing and convulsing. The man, whose shirt was soaked with what Song Yeongin had let out, whispered tenderly.

“Shh…! It’s okay. You didn’t make a mistake. It’s not strange. It’s just because you’re feeling too much… because it feels so good.”

“Don’t look at me…! Heu-eu, I don’t want you to… I’m so embarrassed. Don’t look….”

Song Yeongin could not stop his trembling convulsions and cried like a child. The face, flushed bright red with lust, pitifully folded the red corners of its eyes. The sorrowful and holy face that endured the pleasure to the end, with its sleek legs spread and dribbling water, was a lewd sight that completely captivated Cha Woojin.

Cha Woojin, whose penis was still erect as if it would burst, hugged Song Yeongin’s body like a madman and whispered in his ear.

“You’re so pretty… I’m so anxious I could die.”

All the bastards with dicks will imagine ramming their dicks inside that thing and ejaculating their depraved cum deep inside its lower abdomen. It would be better if I could get him pregnant, write my name on it, and settle him down.

But I can’t get him pregnant, so how can I secretly settle this pretty thing down so that no one covets it, so that no one notices?

“Heu-eu, Mr. Woojin… kiss me, please.”

Song Yeongin, who had gone limp, fumbled his hand out and sought Cha Woojin’s lips. Song Yeongin clung to Cha Woojin and pestered him for a kiss, as if begging.

A bold and skillful tongue pushed in and kissed him passionately. The man nibbled on his bright red and plump philtrum and upper lip and desperately mingled their tongues.

On each other’s arms, the heavy platinum metal watches, the tokens of their love, were clanking side by side. Cha Woojin piously kissed the hideous cross-shaped scar hidden beneath the watch, as if worshiping something sacred.

The corners of the man’s upturned mouth drew a curve and pulled up handsomely. With his cool eyes, he made a sexy gesture and licked the swollen red flesh intensely with his tongue. Song Yeongin, who blushed at the debauchedly curving, captivating gaze, felt his lower abdomen become tight again.

Song Yeongin was impatient and pleaded with Cha Woojin, as if trying to fill his bottom, his top, and everything with him. Cha Woojin soothed and placated the whimpering child.

“Wait patiently.”

The small face, crying out sorrowfully, lost its reason and let out a pretty, nasal cry of pleasure.

“Euh-eung… Euh-euut…! Heu-eu-euk…”

“Haah, I’ll give you everything you ask for.”

The man bent his back and thrust his hips sensually like a beast towards the climax. A hot flame was churning inside Song Yeongin like salvation.

“Euh-eung…! I love you….”

At Song Yeongin’s words of love, Cha Woojin’s penis inside his stomach once again shot up hard and swelled.

The man, who was boiling with desire and racing towards his climax, showed me that boy again. The boy, who immaturely pestered for love with a beast-like passion inside me, curved his long eyes affectionately.

No one in this world knows. It was the hot boy inside the cold-blooded you, whom only Song Yeongin knew.

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The long, long, dreamlike night continued.

The Ashtuit Gallery in the darkness of dawn, after all human presence had ceased, felt as if it were a fantastical dream, not reality. The two men walked for a very long time in the darkness up the narrow spiral staircase, which was reminiscent of a cathedral’s bell tower.

Blue dawn light was seeping in through the small rose window, which was made of radiating spokes in the shape of the gallery’s exterior arcade.

Throughout their return to the hideout in the darkness, whenever their eyes met, he could not control his desire. The fiery, passionate lovemaking continued regardless of the place.

Their silhouettes, copulating in the darkness, were barely illuminated under the blue light of the dawn moon.

A hot flame like a furnace melted us. We melted and flowed into each other. The man, having lost his reason, kept begging me to say I loved him from within me.

Even when we had each other, we wanted each other. In the deep dawn, we plummeted towards an endlessly burning desire. We were falling together, holding each other. Without knowing where the end of that hot desire and salvation was.

However, it did not matter where that place was. Whether it was heaven or the fires of hell. Even if we had to roll in the dirty mire of the bottom in agony, having been brought together by an ill-fated connection, killing a person and carrying the burden of desperate anguish and a miserable karma, even if we had to wander through the bottomless pit of hell as punishment for disobedience, as long as we were together, it did not matter where.

The man, who was trembling his large body inside me affectionately at the peak of climax, held me as if for eternity and called my name endlessly.

“Yeongin-ah, Yeongin-ah… haah, my Yeongin….”