Humanity Chapter 3.1 - Reunion

During his high school days, Yimyeong at some point stopped running on the school grounds after his part time job. It was because he was afraid of running into someone unexpectedly.

Of course, he knew it was a meaningless act. They went to the same school anyway.

“What do you do after school.”

A can of coffee that Kwon Seolyoung offered was placed on the desk. Exhausted from his part time job the previous day, Yimyeong pressed his eyes shut and slowly raised his body.

“You disappear so quickly every day.”

“Because I’m busy.”

Kwon Seolyoung was perched lightly on the edge of Yimyeong’s desk. Thinking him a nuisance, Yimyeong avoided his gaze.

As expected, the reason he’s this persistent must be that. The sports club.

Without thinking, he reached for the can of coffee and took a gulp. Gulp. As the liquid passed his tongue and went down his throat, it was so sweet he almost shuddered involuntarily. Not my taste, he thought, and it was as he was placing it back on the desk that Kwon Seolyoung, who had been staring intently at Yimyeong, spoke.

“I thought it was good.”

Watching him speak awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck, Yimyeong froze a little. He had not said anything. The thought that Kwon Seolyoung had been observing his actions and had figured out his hidden thoughts without him realizing made him unable to act rashly.

“It’s not bad.”

Yimyeong pretended to be nonchalant for no reason and downed the rest of the canned coffee in one shot.

Kwon Seolyoung grabbed the empty can, crushed it lightly, and threw it straight into the trash can. The can landed precariously, just inside the trash can.

“Are you going to run tonight too?”

“I don’t think I will today.”

“Then what about tomorrow?”

At this point, Yimyeong felt an unspeakable stuffiness.

Why is this guy so persistent? Maybe he would finally leave him alone if he told him the truth. That he was not in a position to accept the offer to join the club. Also, that his part time job took priority, so he could not freely set a time to exercise….

But for some reason, he was reluctant to tell the truth. He hated the feeling of showing his weak side. It might have been an inferiority complex.

Come to think of it, he had always kept a moderate distance from everyone, but with Kwon Seolyoung, that was not working. That could be said to be one hundred percent Kwon Seolyoung’s fault.

Most people, by this point, would have realized the unspoken sign that said, ‘I don’t want to be friends.’ They would lose interest or, their pride hurt by the feeling of being ignored, would leave on their own, but Kwon Seolyoung, perhaps because he had a goal, was particularly unwilling to back off.

“Why do you keep bothering me?”

The moment he said it, Yimyeong was a little surprised by his own voice, which came out more irritated than he had intended. But Kwon Seolyoung, as if he did not even feel the sting in those words, just spoke calmly.

“Just because? I want to run on the field with you.”

“I told you I don’t want to.”

Yimyeong flinched at the words that came out of his own mouth.

Kwon Seolyoung just looked down at Yimyeong. Instead of meeting his eyes, Yimyeong laid his head down on his arms again.

A moment later, he felt the desk jolt slightly. Rattle. It seemed Kwon Seolyoung, who had been sitting on it, had stood up to leave. As expected, there was not even a goodbye as he left the classroom.

He probably thought I’m a jerk. He might have realized that’s why I have no friends.

Even though it was something he had experienced countless times since starting school, his heart felt undeniably uncomfortable. Even though he was the one who had driven him away, there was a part of him that fretted, afraid of being disliked. The contradiction was incomprehensible.

In the first place, it was not an isolation he had chosen willingly.

Perhaps that was why Yimyeong could not easily get used to loneliness.

The reason he had painstakingly repeated to himself that he was fine, that he did not wish for things like normal friendships or relationships, was to fool himself. The guilt from pushing away an innocent person was deeply unsettling. Next time I see him, I shouldn’t be so cold.

It was as he was lying with his head down, clenching his fists tightly and making that resolution, that it happened.

“By the way, is your name a single character? That’s unusual.”

The desk rattled again, Jolt, and a low voice poured over the back of his neck.

Presently, a cold coffee can touched the nape of his neck, where the fine hairs stood on end.

“It’s Myeong.”

Yimyeong groggily lifted his head.

“Myeong-ah.”

Kwon Seolyoung, who had come back after buying the exact same canned coffee as before, gave him a barely perceptible smile. When their eyes met, it felt like his heart had dropped to his feet with a thud. Thump.

“The other kids called you Yimyeong.”

Yimyeong moistened his dry throat and barely managed to answer.

“It’s Lee Yimyeong. My last name is Lee, and my first name is Yimyeong.”

“Really? Even more unusual.”

“……”

“But I’m going to call you Myeong.”

I like that better. Saying so, Kwon Seolyoung called his name as he pleased. Every time he called him ‘Myeong-ah,’ the fine hairs on the back of his neck would all stand on end. Flustered by the feeling, Yimyeong spoke in an unintentionally cold voice.

“Please. Please don’t call me that.”

Letting his guard down for someone who had suddenly dug into his lonely crevice might have been an inevitable course of action.

Several times a day, Kwon Seolyoung’s face would pop into his mind. It happened when he was arranging the coffee cans that had come into the convenience store, when he felt the urge to run, and even when he went out to throw away the trash at dawn and saw the moon, he would think of Kwon Seolyoung. He would mull over every short moment they had been entangled, pondering why that kid acted that way towards him.

It had seeped in slowly, but the realization came in an instant.

“Hey, you know. I’m sorry about last time.”

Kwon Seolyoung suddenly spoke from behind him. Yimyeong, who had not expected him to speak to him again, was more surprised than he thought and could not answer right away.

Yimyeong had already noticed Kwon Seolyoung’s presence from the moment he started walking from the far end of the hallway. But Kwon Seolyoung was with other friends, and he had not even met his eyes until he was right nearby.

He’s going to ignore me just like that, he had thought.

It was probably because of what happened last time. It was the first time he had called him by his name, and he had embarrassed him by telling him not to call him that.

And yet, Kwon Seolyoung had come back to talk to him. He had already sent his friends on their way and was alone.

“I was being a nuisance, wasn’t I. People have their off days.”

Yimyeong could not say anything. He wanted to say that he was sorry too, that it was not his fault, but at the same time, he wanted to tell him to stop. But he was also grateful that he had spoken to him first. It felt like his complicated heart, which did not even know what it wanted, was about to burst.

He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would let down his guard. On the other hand, he did not want Kwon Seolyoung to drift away because he had pushed him too hard.

It was when he was maintaining his silence in the midst of his confusion. Kwon Seolyoung, who had been gazing quietly into Yimyeong’s eyes, hesitated before opening his mouth.

“I won’t talk to you from now on.”

It was an expected reaction, but he felt his energy drain away.

“…Okay. Go.”

After he uttered the words calmly, he felt that it was the end. He felt relieved, but not at all happy.

Yimyeong turned his head back to look out the hallway window. Summer, the hot air brushed against his bangs and the ends of his hair tickled the corners of his eyes. Seolyoung would not talk to him again now.

Even in the light breeze, his throat felt strangely hot. For some reason, he was so upset….

Then, he heard a voice from behind him again.

“No, that’s not what I came here to say.”

Kwon Seolyoung spoke to him again.

The fact that he had not left yet strangely made his throat feel even hotter.

“I came to apologize.”

“……”

“And… to ask you to come see me dive.”

“……”

The reason he could not turn around was because at that very moment, his eyes had turned red. Yimyeong slowly let out a long sigh. The breath he exhaled was incredibly hot.

“Are you sick? Your eyes are red.”

“What.”

Yimyeong reflexively pushed away Kwon Seolyoung, who had stood next to him and was trying to look into his face. Because he had opened his palm without thinking, he felt the texture of a smooth cheek and lips. Thanks to that, it was Yimyeong who was startled, but Kwon Seolyoung just let out a small laugh. Pfft.

The moment his heart pounded frighteningly at that face, he realized.

If he were ever to fall for someone, the first would be Kwon Seolyoung.

“You’ll come, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll go.”

Yimyeong barely managed to answer nonchalantly. Fortunately, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a lump form in his throat.

Kwon Seolyoung, not noticing anything, was telling him his cell phone number.

“Save it. So we can keep in touch.”

Afterward, to accept Kwon Seolyoung’s invitation, Yimyeong changed his weekend part time schedule. He had no idea how anxious he had been that the manager might say no.

Fortunately, after getting permission, on the day of, he changed his clothes in front of the mirror several times. Far from trying to look stylish, all the clothes he owned were so similar that no matter what he chose, there was not much of a difference. After looking at his reflection in the mirror, Yimyeong eventually decided on the clothes that looked the neatest. A white T-shirt, jeans, and a thin shirt worn over it. To others, it was the usual Yimyeong, but it was an outfit he had put some thought into.

The meeting place was a gym run by the city. Kwon Seolyoung had said he was renting this place to train ahead of the world championships. He had seen the exterior while passing by sometimes, but he had never actually gone inside.

On the bus, Yimyeong found himself looking out the window with an excitement he did not know he had.

Today, he would be able to see a different side of Kwon Seolyoung. He had only ever seen him wearing his school gym jersey zipped up to his neck and carrying a sports bag, or in his school uniform. Moreover, he had said he would show him his diving. Seeing that in person was something to look forward to. It would have been so even if he had not been attracted to Kwon Seolyoung.

Yimyeong resolved to capture this day well in his memory.

The place he arrived at was much quieter than he had expected. Passing through the lobby where the reception desk was, he saw the entrance Kwon Seolyoung had told him about beforehand. After taking off his shoes in the locker room and passing through the shower room, the resonant sound of water unique to a swimming pool began to be heard.

Yimyeong carefully pushed the door open.

The refreshing sky blue lanes stretching far into the distance came into view at once. The shimmering surface of the water created beautiful ripples of light on the ceiling, and the smell of diluted bleach wafted through the air. The inside was very quiet for its size.

As Yimyeong stood still and looked around, Kwon Seolyoung approached from a distance.

“You’re here?”

He was in a swimsuit, as if he had been training until just a moment ago, and his water-drenched skin was glistening and wet. Yimyeong, flustered for a moment, looked straight at his face. It was the only place to rest his eyes.

“The coaches are about to leave. I said I’d stay for a bit.”

Kwon Seolyoung’s hair was wet and swept back, the ends sticking out here and there. Since he was a diver, it was natural that showing his naked body in front of others was a part of his daily life, but for Yimyeong, who had just started to develop feelings for him, it was a huge stimulus.

Yimyeong tried not to look at his naked body even for a moment and fixed his gaze on Kwon Seolyoung’s eyes.

“The coaches are leaving? Why?”

“Because training is over?”

“Then you’re going too…?”

“What are you talking about.”

He replied as if he found it absurd and turned around. His angular, water-drenched shoulders, broad back, and narrow torso were like a sculpture. Yimyeong rubbed his sweaty palms on his thighs and followed him.

Kwon Seolyoung exchanged a few words with his coach and bowed politely. While he was walking back this way, the coaches packed their things and left the pool.

Now, it was just the two of them in the spacious swimming pool.

“I’ll show you.”

Kwon Seolyoung said so and headed for the diving board.

The diving board, seen up close, was dizzyingly high. It would be even more terrifying standing on top of it. Yimyeong found himself getting more nervous as he looked up. When he looked up at the ceiling of the pool, which was designed to let in sunlight, his eyes were dazzled.

Kwon Seolyoung, standing precariously at the end of the diving board, was in the middle of the light. The jump and the fall happened in an instant. It was as if Kwon Seolyoung was flying in the light. His body, which created a splash smaller than his height, was flexibly sucked into the water. The ripples that gently spread, drawing a beautiful circle.

It was a miracle of only a few seconds, but Yimyeong was completely mesmerized by that moment.

Kwon Seolyoung, who swam slowly towards him through the water, had a dissatisfied look on his face.

“That one wasn’t very good.”

“No, it was amazing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Myeong-ah. Come a little closer for a second.”

Yimyeong went closer without suspicion. The pool water that had overflowed splashed under his bare feet. Splash. Then, Kwon Seolyoung gestured for him to come closer. He thought maybe it was because he was having trouble getting out on his own.

Yimyeong bent his knees, crouched down, and held out his hand to Seolyoung.

The moment their hands clasped….

Splash!

Yimyeong was pulled into the water without even a chance to scream. He felt a stinging sensation in his nose from suddenly swallowing water. The submerged world was muffled. As he struggled out of the water with all his might, the sound of someone’s laughter pierced his ears. It was Kwon Seolyoung’s laughter.

Yimyeong, dumbfounded, swept his wet hair back several times. Seolyoung was smiling broadly. It was a face he had never seen before.

“You float well. You don’t seem to be scared of water.”

“What are you doing?”

“It’s refreshing, isn’t it?”

Yimyeong was so dumbfounded he could not continue. For a brief moment, he thought that Seolyoung was more mischievous than he had imagined, but when the thought that he had no change of clothes struck him, Yimyeong’s face turned pale. Getting home was also going to be a huge problem.

Leaving Kwon Seolyoung behind, Yimyeong got out of the pool with a stiff face. His water-soaked clothes felt as heavy as lead. After the absurd commotion, he was feeling dejected when Kwon Seolyoung swam over to him again.

“…It was just a joke.”

Kwon Seolyoung, noticing Yimyeong’s mood, submerged himself until only his eyes were visible. Glug. Yimyeong looked down at him with a blank expression. He felt like an idiot for having picked out his clothes so carefully, wanting to look even a little bit good.

“Hey, this could be traumatic. Someone who really hates water could die.”

“I’ll save you.”

Bubbles rose around Kwon Seolyoung. Bubble bubble. Yimyeong looked up at the empty air again and sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

He apologized seriously. Yimyeong shook his head.

“It’s hot today, so it’ll probably dry on the way home.”

“I’ll give you my clothes.”

“……”

“I have a change of clothes.”

Kwon Seolyoung, having said that, hopped out of the water. Sploosh. The water droplets falling from his body splattered onto Yimyeong. Since it was better than going home wet, Yimyeong silently followed him to the locker room.

“Here.”

Kwon Seolyoung took clothes out of his locker and handed them to Yimyeong. It was a clean, spare set of training clothes. His locker was full of all sorts of equipment and gear. It was clear he spent a lot of time here.

“It’s… not like I did it without thinking. I was going to give you clothes. I just thought it would be fun to mess around together.”

“……”

“I didn’t know you’d get upset again.”

While he was talking, Yimyeong gauged the size of the clothes he had received. Since they were of a similar height, the clothes seemed like they would fit well. For some reason, it felt like the clothes smelled like Seolyoung, too. This, in its own way, was nice.

“I’m not upset.”

Yimyeong’s anger had already subsided. In truth, he had not even been angry. Just flustered.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

Yimyeong asked. Kwon Seolyoung stood stock-still for a moment, then avoided his gaze.

“Just change. We’re both guys anyway.”

At those words, Yimyeong felt a greater sense of awkwardness than when he had fallen into the water.

Until now, he had unconditionally avoided changing in front of others. It was because he had a secret to hide. Besides, he also hated showing his body in front of someone he liked. He was so conscious of the other person that he felt he would act awkwardly while changing.

But if I keep hesitating like this, will it seem weirder….

Yimyeong glanced at Kwon Seolyoung while ruffling his hair with a towel. When their eyes met, he turned around as if to say he would not look. Although he was rummaging through his locker, his aimless hand gestures made it feel like he was just killing time.

Yimyeong glanced back at Seolyoung again and then took off his pants. He quickly wiped his wet body with a dry towel and put on the training clothes Seolyoung had given him. The fabric dragged against his still-damp skin and did not go on easily, but he hurried as much as he could anyway.

And it was when he took off his shirt. The space behind him felt strangely quiet, and when he turned his head, Yimyeong was startled.

“Gasp.”

Kwon Seolyoung had approached from behind at some point. He was so close that their bare skin might have touched by mistake.

Yimyeong, utterly surprised, stumbled backward. The cold sensation of the locker touched his back.

“Wait a minute.”

Kwon Seolyoung said, reaching out his hand. He thought the hand was coming to touch his face, but it came up suddenly and braced itself next to Yimyeong’s cheek, who had frozen stiff.

“Wha, what are you….”

Yimyeong asked, completely tense. He became short of breath. With the person he liked so close, and naked at that, his imagination kept straying in a strange direction.

What was more baffling was Kwon Seolyoung’s face, which held a similarly confused expression. Even though he had approached of his own will, Seolyoung looked surprised by the situation.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I did that either….”

After a long moment, Kwon Seolyoung backed away a little.

“I wasn’t trying to do anything weird. It’s just.”

“……”

“Suddenly, there was a nice smell….”

“Ah….”

Even though his heart was pounding, Thump thump, Yimyeong pretended to be nonchalant. This too might have been an extension of the mischievous pranks he had been playing all day. With a trembling hand, Yimyeong quickly picked up the dry towel he had dropped at his feet and began to wipe his wet body again. His heart was beating too loudly. It was to the point he was afraid the pounding sound would reach his ears.

“It’s the smell from your clothes.”

Yimyeong, trying not to look like he was in too much of a hurry, put on Seolyoung’s clothes. The tips of his frantic fingers, as he pulled up the zipper, trembled slightly.

“I guess so.”

“You must have poured in fabric softener.”

Seolyoung did not reply. Yimyeong spoke without being able to meet Seolyoung’s eyes.

“Thanks. I’ll… wash this and give it back to you.”

“Okay.”

Yimyeong fled from the locker room.

He felt as if he were being chased. He escaped the empty lobby and ran to the crosswalk in a single breath. As he stopped in front of the red light, panting for breath, the events from just a moment ago came rushing back. To be naked and show his bare body in front of someone else, and in front of the person he had just realized he liked, no less!

He had almost been found out about the two things he feared most at the same time.

His secret and his heart.

“Hah, hah….”

If that had happened, he would not have been able to bear it. Just the fact that he had almost been discovered was enough to make his trembling body unable to calm down. Adrenaline coursed through his entire body as if he had run at full speed, and his fingers kept trembling finely.

To stop the trembling, Yimyeong clenched his fists tightly.

How long had he stood there like that? Yimyeong, who had been in a state of panic, finally came to his senses only after the signal had changed several times and crossed the crosswalk.

Returning home, Yimyeong took off his clothes to wash his sweat-drenched body. After taking off his pants, he discovered a stain on his perineum.

“Crazy….”

The moment he saw it, his body froze stiff, and in an instant, his ears and neck flushed red.

Yimyeong, biting his lip, took the pants and went into the bathroom.

He felt as if he had returned to the young day he had his first wet dream. Yimyeong immediately hand-washed and scrubbed away the slick he had spilled on Kwon Seolyoung’s clothes.

Giving it a hundred concessions, if I were just a homosexual who likes men, would it have been better?

Is there anyone in this world who would understand and accept me for who I am?

As he washed the clothes, his eyes grew hot with self-pity. He had not known that a part of his body he had lived ignoring would suddenly assert its presence in this way. Yimyeong, who had already found it so difficult to love himself, came to hate his body a little more that day.

A little later, when he came out of the bathroom, the shirt he had taken off caught on his toes.

Yimyeong impulsively smelled Kwon Seolyoung’s clothes.

Beyond the faint scent like the air of a summer night, a strangely warm yet empty emotion rushed into his nose. Yimyeong thought it stemmed from his own yearning heart.

After that, Yimyeong voluntarily kept his distance from Kwon Seolyoung.

[Good luck with your training]

He wrote a short note that did not reveal his feelings and secretly took it to Kwon Seolyoung’s classroom when he was not there. There were times they ran into each other in the hallway, but Kwon Seolyoung did not approach Yimyeong as brazenly as before. He would just look at him with eyes that seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he would just close his mouth and walk away.

Yimyeong was not hurt by his attitude. It was something that had to happen eventually. After experiencing him, who only pushed them away even when they approached with goodwill, people naturally grew tired and left. Kwon Seolyoung was just following that course.

Was it because he knew a greater fear? The fact that Kwon Seolyoung was keeping his distance was, on the contrary, not that painful. There is a saying, ‘A sneeze, poverty, and love cannot be hidden.’ Yimyeong feared that saying more than anything. If it was truly something that could not be hidden, it was better not to get involved in the first place.

Afterward, Kwon Seolyoung joined the athletes’ village for the world championships and disappeared from school. As it became impossible to even secretly steal glances at his crush, Yimyeong became lonely again.

Yimyeong returned to his former self. To his original self from the past, who was always tired and chose to be isolated.

Now, no one spoke to him as he lay with his head on his desk. Compared to before he met Kwon Seolyoung, nothing had changed, yet Yimyeong became even more lonely.

‧₊˚

Recently, Yimyeong had been sensing that his relationship with Han Jiwan had become quite different from before. Since he himself was consistent, the one who had changed was probably Han Jiwan.

First of all, Han Jiwan had become very dissatisfied with their sexual encounters. The cause of his dissatisfaction was obvious. The fact that he still could not use the hole he wanted to fuck.

“Hah, ugh….”

Even if you did not want to know, there were emotions you inevitably came to know when you pressed flesh against flesh. The gaze that seemed to pierce through the darkness, the roughened breathing, and the selfish hands that kneaded his skin….

“Fuck, heok, spread them wider.”

“Ah, aah, heuk… Ah!”

He could also feel it in the coercive manner of the insertion.

Yimyeong gripped the sheets and clenched his teeth. Without giving him a chance to feel pleasure. He could feel the venting of frustration in the way he was roughly driven into, only in the places that were difficult to endure, with an offbeat rhythm.

His skin, slick with sweat, made a strange sticking sound every time they rubbed together. The violent thrusts of his hips made the flesh of his buttocks turn red as if it had been slapped by a palm.

“Heok, move your hips more.”

“Eu-eut, keuk… Heut….”

“Acting like this, heut, do you think you can make money with your hole? I told you to act more vulgar.”

Han Jiwan spat on Yimyeong’s underside, deliberately saying things to wound his pride. Saliva mixed with pre-cum in his slick anus. Han Jiwan, in a doggy style position, fiercely struck Yimyeong’s buttocks with his large palm, as if whipping a horse’s rump.

“Kkht….”

It seemed he wanted him to feel so much humiliation that he would break.

All of this was incredibly difficult to endure, but not begging him to stop, or pleading that it hurt, was Yimyeong’s last shred of pride.

“Hoo….”

Han Jiwan, who had been venting his frustration through penetration, swept his hair back and muttered a low curse. His fingers roughly rubbed the narrow slit he had not touched until now, and Yimyeong’s back flinched and stiffened. A finger dug into the still-dry slit.

“Ugh!”

Just the entry of the finger made his rear anus contract on its own out of fear. Han Jiwan scraped the inner walls that were tightly gripping him and not letting go, as if churning them in a circular motion. Yimyeong’s waist trembled unsteadily, then stiffened again because of the finger stuck inside him. At the same time, he tried to find the best possible angle to endure, to somehow lessen the creepy feeling of being impaled from both front and back.

Han Jiwan, watching the faltering movements of his waist with narrowed eyes, slowly pulled his penis out of his anus.

“Ah!”

He firmly grabbed the waist of Yimyeong, who was shuddering with a shiver running down his back, and rubbed his penis long and slow against the perineum between the valley of his buttocks. The perineum, swollen from his bad habit, wrapped around Han Jiwan’s cock satisfyingly enough, but it was somehow not enough.

Poke. He tried to forcefully bury the head. The thick glans could not enter even a little and was immediately pushed out. Yimyeong, who let out a short scream, completely collapsed.

“Useless.”

Han Jiwan muttered in an annoyed voice and once again thrust his hips into Yimyeong’s back hole. Yimyeong buried his face miserably into the sheet without making a sound.

If he were to forcefully insert it into the omega’s slit, it would be ruined. Both Han Jiwan and Yimyeong knew that. It was doubtful whether there was even a specialist who could properly operate on an omega’s genitals, which looked different from a female’s and even seemed to have a different structure.

‘It’s not something to be used once and thrown away.’

Han Jiwan was enduring with that thought in mind. Just as it is important to take good care of a rare work of art so it does not fade, one should not carelessly damage something just because they like it. Once it is broken, its value will be lost forever.

The problem was that Han Jiwan’s patience was sorely lacking. In the first place, he had never waited this long to fuck any hole.

In the end, Han Jiwan was getting vicarious satisfaction through coercive penetration. It had reached a point where the receiver’s body could not possibly endure it unless they were exceptionally sturdy.

“Euhk, ah, aah… Keuk, heuk….”

Yimyeong let out a painful moan through his clenched teeth. The inside of his spread buttocks and his tailbone were throbbing. When he was taken like this, the next day his lower body would be so stiff that even walking or sitting would be painful.

When it was time to ejaculate, Han Jiwan pulled out his cock and deliberately came on the slit of Yimyeong’s perineum.

“Heut, heok.”

It was a stubborn insistence that even if he could not insert it right now, he would one day cum in that narrow slit.

“Here, can you get pregnant?”

At Han Jiwan’s words, Yimyeong, who had been lying limply and only panting for breath, flinched and pulled his hips forward.

“You don’t like that, I see?”

Han Jiwan, having caught Yimyeong’s rare bothered reaction, let out a smirk. Pfft. Then, as if he had been waiting for just this moment, he dragged Yimyeong, who was crawling forward, by the waist. Ignoring Yimyeong’s show of resistance, he ostentatiously spread and pushed the sticky and copious amount of semen into the omega’s genitals.

The narrow and shallow slit was not enough to hold a large amount of semen. Even when he pressed it in with his fingers, it was not long before the thick fluid leaked out with a gurgle. Gurgle, gurgle.

“D… don’t.”

“Why?”

Han Jiwan asked brazenly.

It is known that there have been no cases of male omegas getting pregnant so far. However, due to the lack of clinical research on the new human race, there was an uneasy part to being sure based on cases alone. Yimyeong hated even a one percent possibility.

Seeing that disgusted face, Han Jiwan’s mood finally seemed to lift a little. Smiling to himself, he forcefully spread Yimyeong’s legs and, with his glans, crammed the large amount of semen he had ejaculated into the narrow slit.

“This is a nice sight.”

Han Jiwan slyly spread Yimyeong’s slit with two fingers. White semen filled the inside of the peeking pink slit.

“Push.”

“Eut….”

“Try to push it out from down there.”

Instead of replying, Yimyeong turned his head to the side and ignored the words. Regardless of what he did, Han Jiwan stimulated Yimyeong’s erogenous zones. When he twisted his nipple, Yimyeong’s insides contracted on their own, against his will.

The small genitals that spat out milky white semen with a gurgle, Gurgle gurgle, were the only cute part of this stubborn and hard man’s body.

“Cigarette.”

After enjoying himself to the fullest, Han Jiwan sat on the edge of the bed. Yimyeong, who extended his hand to pass the e-cigarette to Han Jiwan, collapsed back onto the sheets with a thud.

White smoke rose, and the bitter smell of cigarette smoke seeped into his nose.

Looking at Han Jiwan’s back, Yimyeong closed his fatigue-soaked eyes.

It seems like there’s not much time left. The day Han Jiwan gets tired of me.

A few days ago, Yimyeong had witnessed Han Jiwan fooling around with the new garage manager in the mansion’s garage. The young-faced employee, who had not been there for long, was bent over the hood of a sports car, taking Han Jiwan, who was fucking him from behind like a dog.

‘Di-Director, ah, ahng, heuu! Ah, it feels good…!’

‘Hey, tell me honestly. This isn’t your, heok… first time, taking a guy, is it. You bastard.’

‘Ah, aahng, eu… ah, it hurts. Heok… Ah!’

‘Don’t, heok, make those whiny sounds. It’s a turn-off.’

For someone saying that, he had seemed quite excited. Han Jiwan fiercely slapped the garage manager’s small buttocks and fucked him thoroughly from behind.

After coming, Han Jiwan, adjusting his front, said while holding a cigarette.

‘So, how much should I give you?’

‘Yes. I… I.’

The man, who was blushing as if he would not accept it, smirked at the thick wad of bills Han Jiwan handed him. The one who was shocked by that swift and light transaction was the third party, Yimyeong. He was just amazed that there really were men who could easily abandon their morals in front of money.

‘Director, by any chance, will you be coming at this time tomorrow too….’

‘Why. Are you short on cash?’

Squeezing the smiling man’s butt once before letting go, Han Jiwan smiled. A bitter sense of disillusionment lingered on his face, the face of a man who had said he was not fond of money-grubbers.

Seeing another man seemed like a sign that he was tired of him.

Yimyeong believed the time was approaching.

Just have to endure a little longer.

Then I can escape.

It felt like if he could just get out of here, he could treat all of this as an absurd dream. Let’s just think of it as getting into a car accident or being bitten by a crazy dog with a bad personality and being hospitalized for about three months. And let’s consider it as having received a proper settlement. Then the things that happened in this mansion could be passed off as just one of the many misfortunes in his life.

“Hyung, why don’t you even get angry anymore?”

Han Jiwan suddenly asked.

Yimyeong slowly pushed his eyelids up. Han Jiwan still had his back to him.

“It was good at the beginning….”

“……”

“But now you have no reaction. Like you’re worn out and jaded.”

Even at the words that trampled on his pride, Yimyeong silently agreed that everything he said was right.

Keep thinking that way.

Think that I’m worthless.

That I’m just a common man with no reason to be obsessed over, no need to be confined….

Then, Han Jiwan threw out an unexpected suggestion.

“Starting tomorrow, follow me around.”

“What?”

“Your original job. Be my bodyguard.”

The words were so unexpected that Yimyeong sat up without realizing it.

“Because you’re cooped up in the house with a long face.”

“……”

“It’s even worse… you have no charm.”

Han Jiwan muttered as if spitting out his annoyance.

Why the sudden whim? But whatever his intention was, just the fact that he could go outside the mansion made Yimyeong’s heart start to pound. He had acted as if he had given up on everything, but he had not forgotten his original life.

“Okay.”

Trying not to show that he was too excited, Yimyeong answered calmly.

Han Jiwan turned to look at him. The dawn light streaked across his pale cheek.

He leaned down. He held Yimyeong’s cheek and kissed him with lips that tasted of cigarettes. While thinking that he had no idea what this guy’s intentions were, Yimyeong soon gave up on trying to interpret Han Jiwan.

He just opened his mouth without resistance, pondering only whether this submissive attitude could contribute to making Han Jiwan tired of him.

‧₊˚

The day came when he would leave the house for the first time since being confined in this mansion.

Standing in front of the mirror in a suit, Yimyeong took a light, deep breath as he looked at his face.

It had been a very long time. During the period without human contact, he was a little nervous with worries like whether he had developed any strange habits, or whether someone would notice such things.

It is difficult to look at one’s own reflection in the mirror objectively. Moreover, for the past two months, Yimyeong had experienced an unexpected turning point in his life.

Could the impact on my mind possibly affect my appearance as well?

However, Yimyeong shook off the useless worries. Han Jiwan had no influence over him. What he had been toyed with was only his body. He did not want to admit that the repeated sexual acts or the demeaning way of speaking had any effect on his inner self.

The man in the mirror had a calm, subdued gaze. He looked like a fairly stoic type. Hoping that he would appear that way to others as well, Yimyeong tightened his tie. The well-fitting black suit and the white shirt worn underneath were custom-made. Mischievously, Han Jiwan had embroidered his initials ‘HJW’ on the inside of Yimyeong’s shirt cuff.

‘It’s to remember who your owner is.’

The face of Han Jiwan, who had said that with the corners of his mouth raised, came to mind. As he fastened his cufflink, Yimyeong erased that face.

When Yimyeong finished getting ready, Han Jiwan also emerged from the dressing room.

Approaching while fastening his watch, he stopped for a moment and scanned Yimyeong from head to toe. Then, as if making a pass at him, he let out a whistle. Whew.

The way the buttons were fastened all the way up to the neck and cinched tightly with a tie, and the line that sloped down from his broad back and shoulders to his slender waist, were all to Han Jiwan’s liking. But what he liked most among them was the area around Yimyeong’s eyes.

Due to being tormented so much by Han Jiwan the previous day, the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint red. The subtle shadows under his eyes from fatigue and his lips, which were deeply colored from being bitten so much, stimulated his lust.

The inside of those clothes would also be full of traces from the previous night. The handprints Han Jiwan had left, the red bruises that decorated his entire body in blotches, and even the small slit hidden in the deepest place….

Yimyeong, who had lived as a man’s mistress for the past two months, exuded a subtle sex appeal. Since it was packaged in a taciturn impression, others would probably not even be able to guess the reason. The thought that only he knew the reason made Han Jiwan’s groin quickly grow heavy.

Han Jiwan walked right up to Yimyeong’s face, grinned, and pulled on his tie.

“Anyone would think you’re a bodyguard.”

At the sarcastic tone, Yimyeong calmly lowered his eyes.

“I’ll do my job properly outside.”

“Do a good job.”

“……”

“By the way, it’s nice to share a bed with a bodyguard. Feels like I’m being protected right from the bedroom.”

Yimyeong opened the door without replying. Then, he followed Han Jiwan, who naturally walked out the door he had opened, down to the first floor, across the living room again, and finally stepped outside the mansion.

‧₊˚

The fact that Han Jiwan was the real owner of Ilwan Gallery, known as the ‘art dealer to the chaebols,’ was not well known to the public. Han Jiwan exercised his ownership only indirectly as the chairman of the Ilwan Foundation, the gallery’s source of money, and always stayed one step back from management. There was also a separate president of the gallery who was nothing more than a figurehead for public appearances. He only focused on collecting artworks and was not very involved in the gallery’s exhibition planning or marketing.

Thanks to this, only a very small number of the gallery staff knew that he was, in fact, the owner. Few people also knew that the name ‘Ilwan’ was created by taking one character from his father’s name and one character from his son’s name.

That point was surprising to Yimyeong. Han Jiwan liked to show off his wealth and was at an age where he would want to flaunt such things. He would surely want to reveal his presence, claiming that he was the one who controlled Ilwan Gallery, which had a considerable reputation in this field, yet Han Jiwan was thorough in that aspect.