Desires Chapter 4.8 - III. A Gesture to Become Something

“Ugh, ah…! I don’t… hate it.”

“Then, act spoiled. Beg me a little more and cling to me some more.”

As if it were insufficient, Cha Woojin straightened his intimidating body and held only the white thighs, not touching anymore. Song Yeongin’s face flushed bright red with shame and humiliation.

“Doing something like this….”

“…….”

“I don’t want it unless it’s Mr. Cha Woojin, so please do it for me….”

Cha Woojin let out a low sigh. The sharply honed fierce muscles writhed in an instant.

In that moment, Cha Woojin raised his knee and stood up, lifting Song Yeongin into his arms in one swift motion. Song Yeongin ended up in a position of being held up by the man just like that.

“…What… what are you doing?!”

“You said you wanted to wash up…. What choice is there? I have to do as the esteemed master wishes.”

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It was an abnormally large bathroom. From the huge faucet embedded in the ceiling, faint streams of water poured down like a drizzle. The lukewarm water soaked the naked bodies of the two men thoroughly.

The streams of water slid lewdly down past the broad and firm chest muscles and the gracefully curved abdominal muscles to below the iliac crest. He brushed back his sexily soaked hair. Song Yeongin was looking at that sensual man while he himself was completely soaked as well.

The man’s long fingers, embracing Song Yeongin from behind, slipped in an instant between Song Yeongin’s plump buttocks and thrust into the narrow hole. Soaking his hand thoroughly with the gel provided in the bathroom, Cha Woojin loosened Song Yeongin’s lower part.

“Ah, ah, ugh…!”

In the bathroom designed to resemble a rock cave with a glass wall through which the distant sea could be seen far away, the moan in a clear voice echoed as if amplified.

Cha Woojin laughed lowly from behind.

It was easy. Without even putting in effort, just by bringing his hand to the mucous membrane, the hole wriggled and swallowed his finger whole.

“You said you couldn’t loosen your hole by yourself because it was shameful, but you won’t let go of my finger and keep squeezing it….”

“Ah, heuk…!”

“You know? When I touch you here, it wriggles like this and loosens up.”

As he said, when that place was stimulated, the hole that had been squirming and wriggling began to squeeze the man’s finger tightly.

“It’s opening up so loosely like this because it wants to eat my cock.”

“Heuk, ugh…!”

When the fingers increased tightly to three, the man grabbed and spread the pretty buttocks that were trembling faintly. Cha Woojin inserted his heavy cock, which had been leaking fluid profusely out of impatience since earlier, into the tender and narrow hole.

In the long-awaited intercourse, Cha Woojin lost his self-control.

“I’m in a hurry right now, so I can’t be gentle. Bear with it a little even if it hurts.”

The pink wrinkles, dyed bright red, spread tautly. Between the buttocks spread without a gap, a ferocious-sized club-like cock, erect hard, thrust into the hole.

“Eut…! It’s too big…! Hic… it hurts…!”

Standing behind his back, Cha Woojin lightly lifted one of Song Yeongin’s legs to make it easier for him to take his cock. The hard cock, like an iron pillar heated in fire, ravaged the hole and pierced through savagely.

Cha Woojin thrust the thing in deeply until the base. The firm man’s testicles, taut and attached, pressed close to the bright red mucous membrane.

“Yeongin, whoo… relax.”

“Ah…! W-wait, I, ha, I can’t do it…!”

The man’s cock thrust in as if penetrating all the way to the end of his stomach. The man, having lost his patience, began pounding into Song Yeongin inside like a well-bred stallion, with his muscular thighs bulging.

“…Haa, damn it, it feels like it’s going to break, so stop squeezing.”

‘Thud! Thud! Thud!’ 

The pounding sounds fiercely pierced through the faint sound of the water streams.

“I didn’t thrust into you for just a few days… haa, and in the meantime, it’s become tight again?!”

Cha Woojin, excited like a madman, spouted whatever came to mind.

“Ha, fuck! …I should have just shut up and done this from the start. Your inside is so damn insanely good that I can’t even remember why I was angry.”

The hip movements slamming into the shaking taut buttocks gradually sped up.

“Whether I was angry because I couldn’t do this with you for ten days. Or, haa, ugh…! whether I went mad with jealousy.”

“It hurts… heuk! It hurts…! Slowly….”

Because it squeezed mindlessly as if to bite and sever his own thing like a virgin hole that had never been penetrated before, Cha Woojin had long since lost his reason.

To hold back ejaculation, Cha Woojin pulled out his long and thick cock from inside Song Yeongin. He thrust the hard and heavy shaft, veined like a beast about to break, back into the red hole that was lewdly gaping again until the end. The man’s taut scrotum pressed close to the hole’s entrance.

The intimidatingly framed body slowly pounded in the position of embracing Song Yeongin’s shoulders from behind. Rough and sensual hip movements continued. Cha Woojin, embracing from behind, touched and pinched the erect bright red nipples and small areolas with his fingers. With the other hand, he gripped and stroked Song Yeongin’s bright red sex organ that was lewdly erect.

The white and plump buttocks began to shake obscenely. The lewd moan in a clear voice melted his insides.

“Ah…! Eut…! I’m going to, cum, ugh…ng…!”

The slender waist and plump buttocks swayed prettily left and right. Song Yeongin already reached early ejaculation and trembled in the man’s large embrace.

As Song Yeongin shuddered and ejaculated, unable to maintain his balance and going limp, Cha Woojin once again embraced him with immense strength and laid him on the bed outside the bathroom.

Cha Woojin straightened his broad body and gripped his club-like own cock, trying to forcibly delay ejaculation by blocking the urethral opening.

He restrained himself fiercely, putting on a face as if practicing abstinence. He began caressing Song Yeongin’s body again, which was transparently red from being sucked mottledly, just like at the beginning. When he gently toyed with the nipples reddened faintly and pitifully, Song Yeongin twisted his body sensually this way and that.

Cha Woojin dug into Song Yeongin’s crotch. He unhesitatingly put Song Yeongin’s bright red sex organ, which had subsided after ejaculation, into his own mouth and sucked.

“Ah, ah, ah! No. Don’t do it…! It’s dirty…! Heuk…!”

The face desperately pushing away the man buried between his thighs was tinged with the languid and coy sexiness after emission. Seeing the red lips and the purely wet eye corners, Cha Woojin felt blood pooling heavily below again.

“Not yet…. You have to play with me more.”

At the strong stimulation, Song Yeongin’s waist shook again, and transparent teardrops beaded on the pretty sex organ. Cha Woojin gripped and kneaded the soft and taut buttocks like baby skin slickly.

The slenderly extended waist and the plumply attached white buttocks. Just the mysterious and sensual body lines swaying made Cha Woojin swell rapidly again, with hard blood rushing to the tip of his cock as if it would burst.

Cha Woojin sat Song Yeongin on his own thighs, sharply packed with muscles. He kneaded the taut buttocks of Song Yeongin, who was mounted on top of him. The hole between the cheeks was squirming lewdly and dripping wetly.

It was a body that had gone too far. He had never seen a body that squeezed his cock so tightly and chewily like a famous instrument, dripped fluids, and then pretended to be chaste like a virgin each time it was ravished again.

Cha Woojin inserted the enormously erect huge cock again, as if it would break. He placed Song Yeongin’s body sitting on his thick body tightened with muscles.

Cha Woojin commanded in a drowsy voice, his debauched eyes lingering long as if appreciating.

“Twirl your waist. Shake your hips while doing it.”

“…….”

“Come on, I conceded one move from my side… so you have to take this much punishment.”

Song Yeongin, who had been hesitating, finally obeyed as instructed, sitting on top of him with his rear pierced, holding the cock in his hole, and laboriously twirled his slender waist. Mounted on top with the burdensome thing inside, Song Yeongin shook and twirled his waist diligently to receive punishment, his face soaked in lewd sexiness toward Cha Woojin.

“Ah, hic, too, deep, ugh, ah…!”

As the balanced flexible and mysterious body lines and the slender waist curved languidly shook, the sensual buttocks shook along with them.

Cha Woojin dazedly lost himself, appreciating that sensual hip movement. As he fed the cock from below like thrusting up and touched the cute bright red nipples standing erect, Song Yeongin shuddered lewdly, his waist trembling faintly.

“You can’t even loosen your hole by yourself, but your waist moves so well like this?”

The man’s eyes, clouded with rapture, took on a fierce madness.

“Haa, fuck… if you do this, it makes me have those shitty thoughts again.”

Unable to endure any longer, Cha Woojin urgently grabbed the white and taut thighs and laid him down just like that. ‘Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!’ Like a madman, he began pounding roughly without mercy for ejaculation. The cock, swollen with blood as if about to break, was on the verge of bursting hotly.

“Ah! Ah, ah! Ah, ah, eut…!”

“Haa! You really have a talent for driving people insane!”

Every time Song Yeongin, with a face innocently pure like a child unfittingly, did skilled movements, Cha Woojin felt anger rising as the things to interrogate piled up one by one, making him want to go crazy.

“Whooh, tell me. In front of other bastards besides me, ugh…! Have you ever twirled your waist this lewdly….”

“H, eut…! No such thing! Ever. First time! Eut…!”

Even though he was diligently doing his best to receive punishment as told, the man getting angry saying he moved his waist well only made Song Yeongin resent him.

“Tell me. Who did you learn to shake and sway like this here from? Huh?!”

The pitiful whimper, the unbearably pretty and lewd expression, every unconscious sway of your gestures—how much they turn a person into a horny mad bastard….

“Are you doing this knowing, or are you really clueless and born with the talent to bewitch men? …Answer me. Huh?!”

If there was a guy who taught him this, he thought he should carve him out without leaving a single piece of flesh and tear his limbs apart to kill him.

Unable to endure, Cha Woojin collapsed. Like a beast that had lost reason, his large entire body arched his spine sharply and ‘Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!’ thrust madly. The hole was being ravaged so savagely that it felt like it would melt and squirm.

“Ah, ah! Ah! U, ung…! Ah…!”

“Haa… that’s why, how can I ever let you out in front of other guys.”

Song Yeongin, as if unable to bear it, clung to Cha Woojin’s neck and cried. Hanging on his neck, as he reached climax, Song Yeongin began acting spoiled toward Cha Woojin against his nape.

“Eut. Ung…! Mr. Woojin, kiss me…! Uhic, heuk…! Kiss me….”

Song Yeongin, facing climax and on the verge of ejaculation, seemed unaware of what he was saying himself.

The eyes reddened and wet from lost reason, the plump and red lips, the teasing nasal breath, the transparent skin dyed bright red all over his body, Song Yeongin soaked red with lust to the point of goosebumps was pleading desperately to Cha Woojin.

Cha Woojin looked at that bewitching thing honestly seeking a kiss from him with a deranged ecstatic face. The man, as if going mad from how lovable it was, curved his long eyes tenderly and showered kisses on Song Yeongin’s pretty lips.

“Haa, Yeongin….”

The man, who had been pouring kisses urgently, called Song Yeongin’s name affectionately.

Burying his lips again in the clear and holy pupils that were not defiled even when covered in filthy and lacking desires and ravaged until ragged, Cha Woojin trembled his body while deeply burying his own thing inside that pitiably pure and sacred body, and ejaculated.

Immersed in the deep and thick ejaculation sensation, Cha Woojin quietly trembled his large body. At the same time as his ejaculation, Song Yeongin also trembled his pitiful body faintly. Shivering, the two convulsed affectionately in fullness of exhaustion.

Cha Woojin, exhaling drowsily, curved his cool eyes. The eyes still soaked in passion lingered on that pretty thing. He stayed like that inside that pretty thing for a long while even after settling his heart.

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As the thick cock, which still hadn’t shrunk in size even after ejaculation, slowly withdrew from the hole, ‘drip drip’ thick semen flowed out obscenely along the valley.

Cha Woojin curved his hand into the hole still squirming hotly and scraped out his own semen. The inside of the pretty thing was still convulsing and trembling.

Stroking Song Yeongin’s face, curled up like a baby, Cha Woojin buried his lips on the skin again. He pressed his lips in turn to the wet red eye corners, the tip of the nose, the lips. Song Yeongin had collapsed curled up like a fainting person. He couldn’t move a muscle and only panted roughly ‘huff! huff!’.

Cha Woojin embraced Song Yeongin’s waist from behind. As if carefully confirming what was filled in the soft lower abdomen, his large hand gently stroked the deeply indented navel. Burying his lips on the protruding spine bones of Song Yeongin panting, Cha Woojin whispered affectionately in a low bass tone.

“I’ll catch some sleep. I don’t remember properly sleeping for days.”

The eyes wet mournfully blinked very slowly. Song Yeongin nodded his head with a drowsy face dyed red.

However, Song Yeongin couldn’t fall asleep just like this. He still had to clean up after in the bathroom. The man had roughly scraped it out, but his thighs and buttocks, and inside the hole, were still slick and drenched with their intertwined semen. Because he had ejaculated such a large amount inside, it felt sticky to just lie there like this.

Was it still too much? When he laboriously twisted his waist, a dull ache pierced through his spine. Cha Woojin caught the languidly curved slender waist as if snatching it again.

“Don’t go and stay in my arms. Just until I fall asleep.”

Song Yeongin looked at the man urgently holding his waist and smiled faintly. He thought the man acting spoiled looked just like a child seeking his mom. In the end, Song Yeongin obediently nestled back into his embrace.

He buried his tender cheek on the man’s broad and firm wide chest. When he closed his eyes, the cool scent of his body that wafted to his nose was good. It was like the smell of dawn wind, or like cold rain. It was also like the winter sea of his island, Moheido, visible out that window over there.

The sea sunset spreading beyond the large window was already being dyed red before he knew it. Only then did he realize that the entire room was bathed in red sunset light. They hadn’t noticed it at all, intoxicated with each other and mingling their bodies.

The dazzling sunset resembled exactly the climax of a blazing intercourse. Once it splendidly vanished, soon emptiness would come rushing in with darkness.

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Not long after, Cha Woojin fell asleep as if by magic. The heavy arm holding Song Yeongin’s waist went limp, and his breathing became even.

Normally, this man would have ejaculated inside him three or four more times. No, if he wanted, he would have ravished him all night without letting him sleep. Thanks to ending with just one ejaculation, the intercourse just moments ago hadn’t been too burdensome on his body.

Song Yeongin was accustomed to the obsessive and long intercourse that relentlessly ravished him, so the man who had ejaculated violently all at once and then passed out felt terribly unfamiliar.

“He must have… been really tired.”

Seeing no reaction even to his voice, it was certain he was deeply asleep. Only then did Song Yeongin laboriously raise his body to wash his sticky lower half with semen. Even as he noisily raised his body next to him while supporting his aching buttocks and waist, there was not the slightest movement, confirming he was truly deeply asleep.

Song Yeongin gazed down at the sleeping man’s face for a long while. The weary shadow and cool shade of the deeply asleep man, as if they hadn’t pressed their stomachs together just now, immersed Song Yeongin in a strange sentiment. He slowly traced with his eyes the heartbreakingly straight and dignified lines as if drawing them.

He had known from the first moment he saw him. Just like instinctively knowing it was light the moment he saw it, without trying to explain it as light. The moment Song Yeongin first saw Cha Woojin, he knew what that sudden emotion crashing into him was. He wanted to pretend not to know and turn away, but it didn’t go as he wished. His heart trembled madly to the point he couldn’t endure without stealing and drawing it like theft. It was the excitement of a heart aching as if gouged out.

That excitement was so frightening that he was scared he had committed a sin. Afraid this impure heart would be discovered. For the first time in his life, he coveted something he shouldn’t have. He was the first desire born inside him.

It was first love.

If he were awake, words he could never say face to face, he mustered courage to murmur softly.

“I said I like you.”

Song Yeongin secretly brushed his lips lightly against his sharp nose bridge so as not to wake him.

“You’ve never once responded to those words….”

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A long night. Throughout the dawn, Song Yeongin took the man inside him.

Cha Woojin, who woke up after sleeping soundly for a full five hours, seemed fatigue gone, straightening his back sharply packed with muscles. He had to realize that his body was fundamentally different from his.

Just where had all those desires flowed into this man from? Since when had his inside been filled full with those hot longings.

Song Yeongin, who had already finished ejaculating twice, was only growing more limp. He no longer had the energy left to deal with the man. The innate physical difference and limit of stamina were beyond what he could handle. From continuous ejaculations, only clear and white fluid flowed out from inside him. There was no more fluid-like thing coming out from inside Song Yeongin. Both emotions and desires had reached rock bottom.

Cha Woojin was impatient. Like a person that couldn’t be filled, he urgently ravished him. He wanted to confirm with him again several times.

“Uhheuk…! I can’t do more. Don’t do it…no, eut…! I hate it… I hate it.”

“Act pretty like earlier. Haa…. Don’t be stubborn.”

He craved endlessly. Like a person still insufficient without knowing bottom or end, he intoxicated and ravished him all night. He hoped pleas and begging would ceaselessly flow from his mouth.

Like a person anxious to confirm that his body and lips constantly wanted him, the man pushed his flesh to the limit.

It was as if he hoped the words “I love you” would burst from Song Yeongin’s mouth.

‘You’ve never once given a single response to my confession of liking you….’

I like you. I miss you. Hug me. Do as you please— to those words, he had never given any answer until now. Not even once had Cha Woojin uttered “I like you” from his own mouth to him, not even by mistake. And Cha Woojin was a man who absolutely did not tolerate mistakes. That thoroughness only made him resentful.

While consistently maintaining silence without giving even an answer, he pushed him to the bottom as if he wouldn’t be satisfied unless he confirmed it through his mouth, and Song Yeongin stuck out his tongue at that attitude. Defiance arose from that brazen selfishness. It didn’t matter if he thought of him as a vicious and naughty kid.

Song Yeongin deliberately never gave the words he so wanted to hear.

This man was too outrageous. While not shedding even a single layer himself and armored in a mask, he tried to strip him bare without leaving a single thread. He was anxious to see him rolling on the floor begging. That was against the rules.

He felt like he finally understood how Cha Woojin intoxicated his partner. He had to drop them to the bottom and turn them into a wreck for his satisfaction. Rather, he hoped he would beg and cry under him… and in the end, as he wished, he had to sob brokenly while being pounded into by him again.

Cha Woojin always ended this obsessive sex only after seeing Song Yeongin unable to control himself and crying desperately like this.

With eyes dyed red, he shot at him.

“Uhhu. Heuk… Me. It’s too hard… Let me sleep. Now….”

The man pounding into the pitiful hole swollen bright red didn’t rest his savagely erected waist. The sharply tensed shoulders, full of venom, bound Song Yeongin’s body laid beneath. Eyes dark and black like an abyss collided deeply as if piercing into him. Even as he shook his head and cried, paradoxically, below him was tamed to that beast-like thrusting and squeezing fiercely on the man’s thick club-like sex organ.

The two men’s night was long. Throughout the night, harsh and relentless numerous ejaculations continued.

The way he thrust into him was not to seek pleasure. It was him whose below was being savagely ground numb, but he couldn’t understand why that man was making that expression. So, this was against the rules.

“No matter how much I embrace you, the thirst doesn’t get filled.”

Song Yeongin, sobbing crushed under the heavy muscular body, swallowed his tears in surprise at Cha Woojin’s words.

By now, it might mean he was fed up with him. It couldn’t be heard as anything but that his body couldn’t satisfy him. Was it that he was finally tired of this ragged body? After tasting and ravishing him day and night until exhausted, perhaps Cha Woojin had finally grown sick of embracing a man.

Bad person… you’re really bad.

Continuing to swallow tears at his resentful words. Only silent tears were falling drop by drop. The one heavily pressing and ravishing him from above wiped the pitifully crying tears and said softly.

“I thought it was done…, but now you’re trying to slip away from me again.”

The man’s eyes, murmuring quietly, were forlorn.

Cha Woojin was a man whose satisfaction came only from taking what he wanted. He never tolerated even a single loss.

‘Can I really fill such a greedy man?’

Perhaps it was never possible from the beginning.

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When he opened his eyes, it was early morning, and Song Yeongin was alone. Cha Woojin was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom. The sea of Moheido spreading through the bedroom window was blue and beautiful to the point of dazzling, but it was utterly empty. Like the vast ocean unfolding before his eyes, an endless void surged up to his chin.

He couldn’t endure becoming alone again after mingling their bodies. It was clear that Cha Woojin had tamed him with longing in his penthouse, that luxurious place of exile where he had thrust him away.

He couldn’t get up. He couldn’t walk either. Because the beast-like man had thrust and pounded into him endlessly all night, Song Yeongin’s body was ragged and a mess.

However, he had to get up. The moment he raised his body, ‘drip drip—’ the semen that had pooled inside all night flowed down his thighs in streams onto the floor.

He couldn’t help but be shocked seeing his bright red naked body reflected in the bathroom mirror. As if he had deliberately dyed the white skin red, his entire body was covered in bright red bruises from where he had gnawed all night.

The nape of the neck, collarbone, chest, nipples, groin, thighs… his whole body was mottled without a single gap. Because Cha Woojin had sucked relentlessly all night, there was no intact spot on his body. Just why on earth had he made his body so mottled and unsightly like this.

‘This kind of thing… isn’t sex, it’s torture, isn’t it.’

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He entrusted his body, stinging from the wounds, to the hot water. It was when he finished showering, dried his wet hair with a towel, put on the thin bathrobe provided, and came out.

From outside, there was the sound of a door and footsteps, and Song Yeongin thought it was naturally Cha Woojin. Someone rummaged urgently as if searching for something and even intruded into this bedroom.

It was an unfamiliar woman he was seeing for the first time.

Song Yeongin was so startled that he froze in place, unable to even make a sound. His mouth wouldn’t even open properly.

“…Who… who are you?”

With a refreshing appearance, a beautiful face that looked elegant and dignified at a glance, she mobilized all sorts of imaginations in his head.

She showed no sign of surprise at all. She merely slowly scanned Song Yeongin’s bathrobe attire from top to bottom with cold and arrogant eyes. That gaze was extremely violent.

“I thought Woojin might be here… since it’s near the airport, I stopped by briefly. But he’s not here already, I see.”

The woman’s gaze stopped on Song Yeongin’s face.

“Hmm…, so he’s into this type.”

“Excuse me, but who are you….”

“I get that he’s pretty enough to bewitch people…, but in the end, he’s a man.”

“…….”

“Well, at least there’s no worry about getting pregnant, that’s fortunate. There’s nothing as headache-inducing as illegitimate child issues later.”

Without giving him a chance to speak, she unabashedly scanned the exposed neckline and chest through the gap in the bathrobe. The persistent evaluation and contempt…. The dignified woman’s face crumpled, and she glanced over him as if he were filthy.

“…It must have been hot…? The marks are embarrassing to even look at.”

At her words, Song Yeongin flushed bright red with shame. He quickly closed the gaping bathrobe. He stepped back to avoid that persistent gaze. He thought it would be better to hide in the bathroom instead.

The woman paid no mind. She scanned the semen on the floor and the traces of intercourse scattered on the bed, engraving the messy and filthy scene thoroughly into her eyes along with Song Yeongin.

“Does Woojin treat you well?”

Song Yeongin couldn’t give any response. He still didn’t even know who she was.

“How long do you think it’ll last?! At best a year…? Two years would be a miracle.”

“…….”

“Here’s some advice. It’s better to grab as much as you can within that time and find your own way to survive.”

The dignified face smiled arrogantly.

“Don’t delude yourself into thinking that sticking to a man dirtily and calling it love, acting like drama protagonists….”

“…….”

“He gets bored easily, and once he turns away, he’s ruthless. You don’t know how ruthless and cold he is even to his own blood. He has no blood or tears! That’s how scary he is….”

Like someone struck on the back of the head by a surprise attack from a stranger, Song Yeongin couldn’t retort even once, his mouth shut tight.

It was then. From the direction of the door, a low and intimidating man’s voice came.

“How old are you that you’re still doing that immature crap from when you were twenty.”

The woman hurriedly turned her head toward the door.

“Stop eavesdropping?!”

Cha Woojin growled as if snarling, muttering curtly in an angry voice.

“Bursting in from the morning, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

The woman sighed with an inscrutable expression.

“Since it’s near the airport…. I knew you came to the villa, so I rushed right over. If I don’t do this, it’s hard to even see your precious face once.”

“…….”

“I wanted to see your face since you’re so immersed in it…. Rumors are circulating secretly that my brother turned gay, chasing after men…, but you’ve hidden it so tightly that I can’t even find out! Just who is it that’s bewitched my great brother, I was curious, so I came to at least get a look at that pretty face….”

Cha Woojin approached her aggressively and shot at her sharply.

“Shut up and go back. Before I make it so you can’t come to this island on your own again.”

Song Yeongin watched the two alternately from a distance. In the siblings’ argument, Song Yeongin had to become thoroughly a third party. She warned Cha Woojin in a shrill voice.

“Do it right.”

“…….”

“Console Hwayeon a bit…! Do you want your path blocked?!”

Cha Woojin muttered coldly.

“Mind your own business.”

Cha Woojin, furrowing his brow with cold eyes, added coolly.

“Have I ever disappointed you with the results?”

“You’re dragging even me into this right now! …Isn’t Shin Hwayeon going to Father because of that?! She came crying to the chairman because you wouldn’t meet her.”

“…….”

“Don’t let your guard down. She’s that cunning.”

“…….”

Cha Woojin twitched his thick eyebrows and yelled at her.

“Get out…! If you pull this kind of rude stunt again, then even I won’t stay quiet.”

As Cha Woojin pushed her back to drag her out, she flinched and glared.

“Let go of this! I’ll go on my own feet!”

“…….”

“At the chairman’s birthday this time, you’ll be there, right? Father said he has words for you and repeatedly urged you to attend…. I came to relay that after seeing your face.”

Cha Woojin didn’t even respond to her plea. As if very accustomed to his callous attitude, she turned around with a haughty face, dignified. Her footsteps faded away.

Cha Woojin approached Song Yeongin, who was standing wearing the bathrobe. He apologized politely with an embarrassed face.

“I’m sorry. If my sister was rude, I apologize on her behalf.”

“…….”

Song Yeongin stood still, wet, without any response. Water droplets falling from his wet hair trickled down his delicate face, brushing past his expressionless face.

“This won’t happen again. I’ll take firm measures, so I promise.”

Like after a storm had raged through, Song Yeongin replied dazedly with a blank face.

“…I was looking for you…. When I opened my eyes in the morning, you weren’t anywhere….”

“…….”

“I thought you left me alone here again….”

Cha Woojin was sweating from his forehead and all over his body. He was dressed in wet workout clothes, as if he had just finished exercising.

“I wanted to sweat a bit, so I went to the mountain at dawn.”

Song Yeongin looked up at the man soaked in sweat with bewildered eyes.

“Because you keep leaving me alone….”

That’s why things like this happen.

However, Song Yeongin, with his mouth clamped shut, couldn’t continue speaking.

“You’re not in a state to move right now…. I know you suffered all night because of me and feel bad. You were sleeping soundly, so I didn’t want to wake you. I didn’t know something like this would happen in the meantime…. I sincerely apologize.”

Throughout the dawn, because he had lain under the man all night crying, his reddened eye corners, messy and bright red, trembled faintly.

“I hate being left alone…. Don’t leave me alone.”

At Song Yeongin’s words, Cha Woojin curved his long eyes.

The man, made even straighter and sharper from being soaked in sweat, exhaled a drowsy low breath. He approached to embrace him, but Song Yeongin quietly pushed him away.

The two stood facing each other for a long while, unable to close the distance, in silence. They just looked at each other without words. At the end of the silence, Song Yeongin opened his mouth.

Having just finished showering, with his hair locks soaked wet, Song Yeongin lifted his clear and pure eyes and asked in a calm voice.

“Are we not going to meet anymore now?”

The cool and long man’s eye line narrowed. Cha Woojin asked back at Song Yeongin as if it was absurd.

“What are you talking about.”

“Because your sister… seems like she doesn’t want you going around like this.”

Song Yeongin was asking with a face as if he wanted to burrow into the ground. The man brushed up his sweat-soaked hair locks and laughed into the air as if it was absurd. The cold hollow laugh evaporated in an instant.

“No one but you can play the master in front of me, so don’t worry.”

“…….”

“I’m not in a position to like or submit to anyone, and I’m not at an age to have my private life forcibly managed.”

“…….”

“That’s what you were worried about?”

Cha Woojin observed the complexion of the pure one who was gazing down at the floor with neatly lowered eyes. On the transparent skin, the red traces he had made all night were embroidered lewdly. The subtle sexiness from being ravished all night lingered here and there on his clear face and body.

He wanted to embrace that pretty thing in his arms.

As Cha Woojin extended his thick upper arm and long arm to touch his body and approach, Song Yeongin curtly brushed off the man’s arm.

“I don’t want to be a hindrance in your life.”

Cha Woojin, perhaps from intense exercise, still exhaled rough breaths, his spread shoulders and broad chest heaving. He watched Song Yeongin quietly for a moment and then spat out.

“You seem pretty angry?”

Song Yeongin glared at Cha Woojin as if asking what he meant.

“When you’re angry, you sink lower and become calmer. You act composed, but your expression fades pale like now.”

“…….”

“When I see your expression like this, my mood sours.”

The neat eye line blinked slowly.

“I’m not angry…. What right do I have to be angry or not.”

Song Yeongin maintained an indifferent attitude and pale expression. Cha Woojin said with a brazen face, curving his debauched two eyes impudently.

“Is that so? If you’re not angry. Can you come into my arms right now and kiss me?”

The pure and clear face coldly ignored the man’s low-pitched joke.

“Take that off and come here. If you’re not angry, come to me and kiss me.”

Cha Woojin muttered impudently. Song Yeongin said, trembling the eye corners that had blinked slowly. The red eye corners that had cried all last night trembled pitifully.

Even in this situation, making jokes and teasing mischievously, toying with him—Song Yeongin couldn’t understand the man.

“…All night… all night, wasn’t that enough for you? You made me unable to even walk…! You embarrassed me by making my whole body like this…!”

Cha Woojin sneered lowly.

“Yeah, right. Just why did I do that?! …Suddenly you kept pushing me away, and because you threw those damn tantrums, I got heated! With that docile face, you kept making me anxious, flipping back and forth with whims.”

“…Ha!”

Song Yeongin, in disbelief, stuck out his tongue conspicuously and let out a hollow laugh. He was a tyrant acting as he pleased. After ravishing him like a beast all night, now putting on a cool and rational face pretending abstinence and spouting such nonsense—it was unbearably loathsome.

Song Yeongin continued to push away the man who approached step by step trying to touch him.

“It’s not that I’m angry….”

“…….”

“I just realized my reality again.”

The man with a calm and arrogant face replied coolly.

“What reality?! Saying something like that to me now, don’t you think it’s too conscienceless?”

“…….”

“Don’t play innocent. From the beginning, you and me… from Jimil, you really didn’t know?”

Song Yeongin stared at Cha Woojin’s utterly calm face.

He was right. He knew the wretched end of this futile relationship. So from the beginning, he had thought that someday he would be discarded miserably. That time wasn’t far off… counting down like that, he had longed for this man, wanting to possess even momentary instants, but human greed is fickle—before he knew it, he had even forgotten that.

Cha Woojin rolled up the sleeves of his sweat-soaked workout clothes. He checked the heavy metal watch wrapped around his wrist.

“Exactly two hours left.”

“…….”

“The time I can leisurely hold onto you like this is only two hours left…. From today, I’ll be busy without a moment’s rest again.”

Would he have to be confined alone again in that luxurious penthouse like exiled. Even though he had lived locked up alone for three years by himself, it didn’t make sense that he hated being left alone anymore. If he hadn’t known this man, perhaps he would have been stuck in that crumbling slum rooftop room, living without wanting or hoping for anything.

As if he didn’t want to waste time on such things, Cha Woojin clearly stated his business.

“I drew water. I want to wash with you.”

“…….”

“Don’t refuse.”

Cha Woojin threw off the colorless sports wear soaked in sweat. As he took off the body-fitting workout clothes, his sharp and fierce frame was revealed. He had kinesiology tape stuck here and there on his shoulders and back.

After exercise, the healthy man’s body soaked in sweat bulged provocatively to the point of embarrassment, as if blood was rushing steeply. He couldn’t understand what he meant by don’t refuse. Was it to bathe together. Or did he want to do that with him again.

Just moments ago, his sister who had visited’s voice brushed past like an auditory hallucination.

‘How long do you think it’ll last?! At best a year…? Two years would be a miracle.’

Yes, this was a game that would end anyway once Cha Woojin lost interest.

Song Yeongin felt like he understood why he never gave him even a mistaken response. Why he never responded even once to his confession of liking him, missing him, that it was okay to do as he pleased….

How much Cha Woojin wanted him now wasn’t important. Emotions can peak one morning and plummet to the bottom the next. The reason he clamped his mouth shut and withheld a response to his confession of liking him was because even Cha Woojin himself didn’t know how long this insignificant emotion would last.

This relationship could end in a single morning anyway once he lost interest….

So, this clever man knew all too well that there was no need to respond to his confession. That’s why he didn’t even feel the value in responding to his confession of liking him.

And yet, to hear pleas and beggings from him saying he liked him, loved him, that man pushed him to the bottom every time by mingling bodies to confirm. That was exactly why he was cowardly.

‘Have I ever disappointed you with the results?’

The man’s cool words to his sister pierced his heart.

What was important to him wasn’t this absurd emotion now, but only the results. He would absolutely not disappoint those with his power and those who would inherit that power. What he had spat out earlier meant that he could discard him anytime for the results he would create as they wished.

And, as he said, he had no conscience.

He had clearly known from the beginning that he was someone who could do that. From that first moment seeing him in Jimil, he had known that.

He was accustomed to misfortune. But being abandoned by him was not accustomed. Now, after mingling bodies with him, even being left alone in a bed without him was so piercingly lonely and hard.

He loved him this much.