Humanity Chapter 8.2 - Mine

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes, a little….”

“What is there to be embarrassed about when we have already seen everything there is to see?”

At Yimyeong’s hesitant voice, Seolyoung let out a small laugh. However, the words that followed immediately caused the smile on his lips to stiffen.

“It’s not something I can show to others.”

“…Right….”

Seolyoung picked up the things Yimyeong had put out. As Seolyoung turned around at the bathroom door, his eyes were a little rigid.

A moment later, the sound of the bathroom door opening was heard.

“Are you all washed up?”

Along with the billowing steam, Yimyeong came out wearing Seolyoung’s clothes. His skin was translucent from having absorbed a lot of water, and his wet, parted hair looked incredibly moist. Seolyoung, who had glanced at him without thinking, felt his heart tighten once again at an unexpected moment.

Yimyeong was right before his eyes, looking exactly as he had on the day Seolyoung fell in love for the first time.

“Just a glass of water.”

“……”

Seolyoung forgot to answer Yimyeong’s words and just stared up at him. Yimyeong, who was looking down at him with a slightly puzzled face, headed to the kitchen on his own.

“It is alright if I have a glass of water, right?”

He watched, mesmerized, as Yimyeong picked up a visible cup and operated the water purifier. Seolyoung’s gaze went to Yimyeong’s Adam’s apple.

The sight of his neck gulping vibrantly as he drank the water was deeply etched into his vision. After downing a glass of water in one go, Yimyeong poured another glass and approached Seolyoung.

“…Kwon Seolyoung?”

“……?”

Only when Yimyeong, who had come right up to him, waved a hand in front of his eyes did Seolyoung come to his senses.

“Ah.”

Reacting briefly, Seolyoung cleared his throat.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Just… that you’re pretty?”

At the simple answer, Yimyeong’s neck flushed red and he slowly lowered his head.

He’s getting embarrassed.

From Seolyoung’s perspective, he couldn’t understand what was so embarrassing about this, and that reaction was rather fascinating. However, the process of gathering information on when Yimyeong showed a reaction was not bad.

“Did you not hear me?”

“No, I was looking at you. I really did not hear you.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Wrong? I was looking because you are pretty.”

“Do not joke around.”

“I am not joking, I really did not hear you. I am sorry about that.”

“I was not telling you to apologize….”

Yimyeong muttered awkwardly. Looking at him, Seolyoung suddenly opened his mouth.

“Have I ever told you about the moment I fell for you?”

At the abrupt change of topic, Yimyeong lifted his eyes. Seolyoung grabbed his wrist and pulled him gently. Yimyeong, holding the glass of water, was pulled over and sat down quietly next to Seolyoung.

“There was that day I called you to the gym.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“You got angry because I suddenly pushed you into the water.”

“Did I?”

“You were angry. Anyway… we went into the locker room together, and you even told me to get out before you changed your clothes.”

“…Did I.”

“You did. I could feel that you were uncomfortable with me watching.”

“……”

“But I did not leave and held my ground.”

“I remember that.”

Seolyoung had, at some point, wrapped his arm around Yimyeong’s shoulder. The two bodies sitting side by side on the sofa were pressed together, half of them stuck to each other.

“Because I wanted to see you naked.”

As he whispered close to his cheek and lifted his eyes, he met the eyes of Yimyeong, who was looking at him. Seolyoung naturally bit his upper lip gently. The corners of Yimyeong’s eyes turned red and his eyelashes trembled finely.

“Until then, I did not know why I was doing that. I only thought that I wanted to get closer to you. It’s funny. I really did not know a single thing.”

Seolyoung pressed closer to him. Yimyeong’s skin, having just come out of the shower, was very moist and yielded to his touch.

“I realized that day that I liked you. To think that the day I realized my first love and the day I felt the strongest sexual desire of my life were the same day.”

“Hmm….”

Seolyoung sucked on Yimyeong’s lips, from which a sweet breath was escaping, several times. He kept sucking on the lips that parted with a light, wet sound, and even murmured with his mouth pressed against his lips.

“Just now, when you walked out of the bathroom, you overlapped with how you looked then….”

As he said that, Yimyeong, who had been listening to Seolyoung’s words in silence, closed his eyes and bowed his head. Even as he came very close, Seolyoung did not realize what he was trying to do.

Yimyeong’s lips touched and parted from Seolyoung’s lower lip as if pressing down on it. After a very short kiss, Yimyeong looked at Seolyoung silently. Seolyoung, trembling without a sound, looked back at Yimyeong, who was staring at him with a straight gaze, without blinking.

“You felt sexual desire?”

Yimyeong asked in a low voice. Focusing on his reaction, Seolyoung keenly sharpened his senses. He was worried that he might have made another slip of the tongue.

“I was not the only one, then.”

“…What do you mean?”

“That day… I got wet down there.”

Yimyeong whispered, casting his eyes down.

Seolyoung could not hold back any longer and eagerly sought his tongue. Their sweet tongues intertwined as if being crushed. The fact that they had had the same experience on the same day came as a huge comfort, leaping over the eight years of time.

Fortunately, Yimyeong no longer smelled of a rapist.

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“Eup, haah….”

No matter how much he inhaled the sweet, cool breath and sucked the moist inside of the mouth, his thirst was not quenched. Yimyeong’s lower lip, wet with saliva, was already swollen.

Seolyoung, who was caressing the chest of Yimyeong, whose eyes seemed a little dazed right after an ejaculation, once again climbed on top of his body.

“Eut….”

As he sucked on the softly swollen lower lip, Yimyeong let out a short moan. When he asked ‘Why?’ with his eyes, Yimyeong shook his head. Seolyoung, letting go of the lip he had bitten, realized that his lips were turning from a bright pink to a purplish color. They had bruised from within because he had chewed and bitten them so much.

Changing direction, Seolyoung decided to attack Yimyeong’s nipples. The nipples, which had been thoroughly teased, were swollen to four times their original size. At first, he had shown a naive tension just from a light suck, but now he had no hesitation in bringing his tongue to them.

“Haeu….”

A stinging yet thrilling sensation arose, and Yimyeong moaned, naturally wrapping his arms around Seolyoung’s neck and shoulders.

‘You do not need to treasure me like that. I am not so fragile that I will break if you touch me.’

When Seolyoung could not readily touch Yimyeong, whose head and body were torn and injured, it was none other than Yimyeong who had tempted him first.

Still, Seolyoung tried to exercise self-control at first. He did so until Yimyeong grabbed Seolyoung’s wrist and slid it down below him. Past his chest and slender abdomen, further down. The moment he put his hand between his hips as he was led, Yimyeong met his eyes.

‘When I am with you, this place keeps getting wet even now.’

At those words, Seolyoung felt a desire as if his eyes were burning. He did not want to show too much of a novice-like side, but he could not control his arousal at all. Yimyeong was clearly seducing him.

Yimyeong unhesitatingly put his large, slender hand into Seolyoung’s pants and rubbed the penis, swollen as if to burst, up and down. Seolyoung let out a helpless, hot breath and lowered his head.

‘You are too considerate.’

‘Euh, haah… Myeong-ah.’

‘That is why I like you, though….’

Yimyeong touching his own thing was similar to masturbation, but completely different. Seeing Yimyeong act skillfully in unexpected places made him crazily aroused, while at the same time his brain turned to mush with jealousy. After that, when Yimyeong grabbed Seolyoung’s fingers and began to poke his own hole using them as a tool, Seolyoung completely lost his self-control. His desire to let the tired man rest and his penis, which had been erect for a while now, fought fiercely. Unable to shake off Yimyeong, who had a terribly lewd expression, Seolyoung eventually pounced on him with a heated head.

From then until now, the two had indulged in each other’s bodies to their heart’s content. As if to compensate for the time they had been apart, Seolyoung was in a state of heat for 24 hours, and Yimyeong never once rejected him. He even accepted all the rough expressions of affection that sometimes came out unrefined. He was a very generous lover.

“Eut…!”

Yimyeong took a short, sharp breath. At the same time as his nipple was lightly bitten, thick knuckles pushed deep inside him.

“Myeong-ah, your nipples are so soft.”

Seolyoung mumbled as if drunk while mouthing the red nipple. The hole, already limply pliant, accepted his long, hard fingers, up to three of them, without difficulty. Seolyoung buried his fingers deep enough for his knuckles to touch and stirred the wet inside as if digging it out. Watching Yimyeong’s back tremble finely, he learned the spots where he felt pleasure.

Seolyoung did show his lack of experience in unexpected situations from time to time, but once his control was released, he was very proactive, and his physical learning was extremely fast. His youthful, teenage-like freshness and tireless stamina were a bonus. Crucially, he had a desire to make Yimyeong extremely aroused.

“It is especially tight here. When you clench, this muscle… yes. Like this.”

“Heut, ah….”

He unhesitatingly kissed the base of Yimyeong’s penis, which was standing erect and dripping fluid. He rubbed it roughly with his hand and dug into the delicate urethral opening with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he was enjoying the sensation of the tightening buttocks and the contracting inner walls with the fingers he had inserted inside.

Every time he buried his fingers deep, water splashed with a squelching sound. The perineum was glistening, drenched in slick. As he thrust vigorously as if shaking his hand, Yimyeong covered his eyes with his arm and convulsed weakly. When he seemed about to cum, Seolyoung firmly plugged the tip of his urethra with his thumb.

“Just hold on for a moment.”

“Haah, haah….”

Lacking the energy to answer, Yimyeong just trembled intermittently. Seolyoung pulled out his wet fingers, slick flowing down to the back of his hand, and in one go, thrust his own penis deep inside him. At the sensation of it invading and pushing apart the highly sensitive inner walls, Yimyeong reached a dry climax without any warning.

“……”

A drop of sweat from Seolyoung fell onto Yimyeong’s white neck, which was thrown back completely. Seolyoung bit his lower lip and felt the inside of Yimyeong clenching as if it would cut his thing off.

The naked body of the man, beautiful in every exposed bone, was twitching with the afterglow of his release. Seolyoung, who had barely held back the wave of his own orgasm, waited for a moment until Yimyeong calmed down, then thrust deep inside again.

“Heu… I am cumming, but….”

“Does it feel good?”

Seolyoung whispered, biting Yimyeong’s ear.

“Huh? Does it feel good? How much are you feeling?”

As if even the breath pouring into his ear felt like excessive stimulation, Yimyeong turned his head. That face, colored with ecstasy, only made him happy.

“Ah, at! Euk, heuk….”

At the suddenly quickened thrusting, Yimyeong helplessly let out a moan. It was a violent insertion, as if grinding his bottom. Yimyeong, feeling a pleasure that had surpassed its limit from the consecutive orgasms, was unable to answer, his tongue loosened. His body shook from the pounding hips, and he almost bit his own tongue.

Seolyoung put his finger in that mouth for him to bite.

“Heok….”

However, he almost came while crushing the soft, pliable tongue. His eyes kept losing focus because of the insides that had melted softly from countless insertions.

Seolyoung wanted Yimyeong to cling to him with his brain melted, just as he was doing. And if by doing so, he could give him more pleasure than any other man he had met so far….

The desire to ask if he was good at it rose up to his throat. But knowing that it would break the mood, Seolyoung held it in.

“Myeong-ah, does it feel good? Huh?”

But he did not think as far as to realize that asking repeatedly if it felt good made him seem like a virgin. After he asked several times, the moaning Yimyeong laboriously nodded his head. Having obtained that response, Seolyoung’s face relaxed, and he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulled him in tight, and then, with their entire bodies touching, moved only his hips to thrust deep.

“Heueu, heut, eu… eung….”

With every thrust that made a wet sucking sound, Yimyeong’s reaction was felt throughout his body. Not only the vibrancy of his muscles, but every time their sweaty, slippery skin brushed, it felt as if it was licking his own body.

“Keuk….”

Seolyoung came inside Yimyeong’s belly, which he had held back for so long. Yimyeong, pressed down tightly by Seolyoung’s heavy body, came once more while held in a way he could not move an inch. The fluid he let out was semen that seeped between their lower abdomens.

“Haah….”

After one round of coming, Seolyoung gave Yimyeong’s cheek a loud peck and then lay down on top of him. Yimyeong, who was catching his breath, mumbled in a hoarse voice.

“Let’s, let’s rest for just a bit.”

That voice was so sexy that Seolyoung immediately got hard again. Feeling the sensation of them still being connected inside, Yimyeong took a sharp breath, then burst into a feverish laugh.

“Do not… laugh. You are clenching.”

“Mm….”

Yimyeong narrowed his brow every time Seolyoung’s thing squirmed inside him on its own.

“Wait.”

“How long?”

“Just a little more…. Everything is good, but you, you take too long to cum, so it is exhausting.”

“Is not it a good thing if it is long?”

Seolyoung showed his lack of experience again. Yimyeong turned his head and chuckled again. Seolyoung lost his heart once again to that laughing face. A face smiling with his eyes crinkled, his sweaty hair disheveled over his handsome forehead. Yimyeong, feeling his dick stand erect again, narrowed his brow with an ‘eumm’.

“Hoo….”

A moment later, Yimyeong seemed to have calmed down and let out a deep sigh. Then he took Seolyoung’s wrist and brought it to his cheek. Even with that small action, Seolyoung’s heart pounded loudly once more.

“Seolyoung-ah. I cannot believe I am doing this with you.”

“Why?”

“When I was young… I was afraid of getting undressed in front of others. I absolutely avoided those situations because I did not want to be found out.”

Seolyoung listened to Yimyeong’s words in silence. A small question arose. How did Yimyeong, who said he hated even undressing in front of others when he was a teenager, come to have relationships with men so easily?

“So I was uncomfortable in the locker room too, but I was afraid you would find it strange if I dragged it out, so I forced myself to change in front of you and pretended to be fine.”

“…So that is how it was.”

Seolyoung let out a hot breath and hugged Yimyeong. Their slippery chests touched, followed by their cheeks. Seolyoung rubbed his face against that cool cheek and trembled lightly.

He felt like he was going crazy with longing. If only he had touched him that day and expressed his feelings, even if clumsily, they would not have come this far.

The sight of Yimyeong in the locker room that day had been an object of desire from his boyhood until now. To think that the person who had put up a cold wall and kept him at a distance was actually getting wet down there while looking at him. He was at the point where he wanted to go back in time right now and rape his teenage self.

Seolyoung refined his desire and changed it into words that Yimyeong would like.

“From then until now, you have been my dream. It would have been nice to know back then. Then we both would have become adults earlier….”

“Wait, you….”

“Yes, I cannot hold it in anymore… can I move?”

He was so excited that his tongue would not work properly. Seolyoung lowered his hand and grasped Yimyeong’s thing. Yimyeong’s dick was as pretty as his looks, and its color was light. The erect penis brushed against the back of his hand, and soon the firm scrotum touched his palm. The perineum, still damp with moisture, was still sticky and wet with clear fluid. It was an incredibly warm and soft place.

“You do not have to touch me, eut….”

“Why? I want to come with you.”

“The stimulation is too much…. Just, just insert it.”

Seolyoung kissed Yimyeong’s shoulder and thrusted his hips. As if it were true that he was feeling too much, Yimyeong let out a low moan as if he were sleeping. His thrown-back neck and rising and falling chest were extremely erotic.

At the end of a slow but persistent insertion, Seolyoung reached another climax. Just before ejaculating, he grabbed Yimyeong’s chin and stared intently at his face, which was convulsing in orgasm. Every time he felt it, his eyelids trembled as he shot his semen. The lively tongue inside the slightly parted lips looked luscious. Without hesitation, Seolyoung sucked his tongue and pulled out his thoroughly wet penis.

“Haeu….”

At the sensation of his inner walls being pulled out along with it, Yimyeong’s entire body tensed up. Without giving him a moment to feel disappointed, Seolyoung thrust his fingers deep into the place that had just been tightly filled with his heavy thing. The fully dilated inside swallowed four fingers without difficulty. The inside, dripping with slick and semen, was indescribably soft. As he moved his fingers inside as if playing the piano, Yimyeong trembled and moaned.

“Ah, aheut….”

“Why? Does it hurt?”

At that, Yimyeong shook his head slightly.

“Ah, it does not hurt. I am just scared….”

“What are you scared of. Something bigger than a hand has been inside.”

Saying that, Seolyoung gathered his four fingers into a point inside. When he pushed a little more, the knuckles of his hand caught on the thin folds. It seemed like he could swallow a fist if he tried.

Yimyeong, though scared and breathing shallowly, did not stop Seolyoung.

“Wh, when I was young… I could not even imagine putting anything in here. Heut, it really hurt….”

An omega’s hole, on the outside, is a very small slit that looks like a crack in the skin. To think he was scared of it, when it could now easily swallow three or four fingers, was unbelievable.

Could it be that he wants to seem inexperienced?

Thinking this to himself, Seolyoung bent his fingers. The folds of the inner walls and the elastic muscles were all felt by the sensitive tips of his fingers.

“Then when you were young, did you never masturbate with this?”

“Heut, no.”

“Then you would not have known how wet you could get, would you.”

Seolyoung said, kissing Yimyeong’s brow bone. Yimyeong’s neck and ears turned a feverish pink. Seolyoung slowly pulled his fingers out from under him. The fingers, heavily coated with clear fluid, were already thoroughly soaked. When he brought the fingers that had stirred the inside to his nose and smelled them, there was a concentrated scent reminiscent of clean fabric, or a cat’s fur. The moment he thought he wanted to touch it with the tip of his tongue, Yimyeong sighed and said.

“Why are you smelling it….”

“…But I like it, so why.”

Seolyoung retorted awkwardly. If he had licked it, he would have been treated like a pervert.

As they mixed their bodies together and he smeared his entire body with his saliva and semen, Han Jiwan’s scent no longer lingered on Yimyeong’s body. Even so, Seolyoung felt an impulse to cover his body with even more of his own scent, and to inhale Yimyeong’s scent deeply.

“Myeong-ah. I… I want to suck your bottom.”

“Th, just a little… later.”

“It is still raw from the friction.”

In Yimyeong’s hesitating black eyes, his own reflection was faintly visible. The face of a man whose eyes were glazed over with lust could not be called a pretty sight.

Coming to his senses, Seolyoung stopped the hand that was still fondling Yimyeong’s bottom. He had an earnest desire to thrust into Yimyeong’s bottom, stretch it out, and then pound into him right away, but instead of moving according to instinct, he slowly lowered his head and kissed him gently.

“I understand. I will do it when you allow it. Because I like it when you feel good, too.”

“Yes….”

“Myeong-ah, if you do not like what I am doing, tell me right away. They say that with things like this, you have to communicate a lot and adjust to each other. You do not have to pretend to feel it when it is not that good.”

“Eumm, I have not. Yes….”

As he planted pecks on various parts of his face, Yimyeong made a cute sound like a cat. Seolyoung thought that Yimyeong indeed liked gentle things.

“But, hey….”

“Yes?”

“By any chance, was it not good before? You did not answer when I asked if it felt good. You just moaned a lot.”

Seolyoung asked this, recalling the few times of slightly rough penetrative sex.

At first, he had answered that it felt good many times whenever he asked, but after about 24 hours of rolling around in bed, it seemed like he could count on one hand the number of times he had heard those words.

“Huh? Was I the only one who enjoyed it?”

Seolyoung looked at Yimyeong, feeling anxious. At that, Yimyeong let out a soft laugh and turned his head. Seolyoung’s eyes immediately filled with confusion.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Hmm, no….”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ah, at times like this… should I say it shows you have little experience.”

“…Really? In what way?”

Seolyoung asked back, hiding his embarrassment.

“Just. The fact that you ask a lot of questions?”

At Yimyeong’s indifferent reply, Seolyoung’s ears burned. Yimyeong always exhausted his patience, causing him to revert to a teenage boy in front of him. The problem was that he had not learned enough composure due to his lack of experience.

As if wondering what he thought of the stiffened Seolyoung, Yimyeong tapped his cheek.

“Seolyoung-ah, are you sulking?”

“No.”

“Do you still want to suck it?”

“…Yes.”

Seolyoung threw his pride away and answered honestly. Yimyeong, who had said his bottom was raw, generously spread his legs for Seolyoung. He crawled down below his waist and buried his nose in the secret parts.

“Haah….”

Seolyoung openly inhaled the scent and stuck out his tongue. Yimyeong’s buttocks instantly tightened and his slender waist flinched.

After tasting it to his heart’s content, enough to drench his prominent nose bridge, he once again buried his painfully erect penis in that soft gap. Yimyeong moved his own hips to align the tip of his glans with the hole. Squeeze, as soon as the head of his penis slid in, he bit his lower lip.

“Heut…. Ah-euk.”

His insides devoured Seolyoung’s thing as smoothly as if it were oiled. Even while letting out a short breath at the feeling of his bottom being tightly stretched, he lifted his hips and pressed them against his. Seolyoung wrapped his arms around Yimyeong’s neck. He liked the feeling of Yimyeong’s fingertips gripping his back firmly.

Plunge, as he thrust deep all at once, Yimyeong opened his mouth without a sound. He could feel those firm fingers gripping his back tightly. Caressing Yimyeong’s exposed, pure white nape, he carefully kissed his pulsating neck with a deep insertion. He stuck out his tongue to lick it, and sucked it painfully enough to cause a bruise.

“Eu… eut, heung….”

With it pushed in firmly, he did not retreat an inch and jabbed with his hips. As if wanting to dig deeper. Seolyoung persistently kissed Yimyeong’s neck, ear, and jawline. On the nape that had been sucked to the point of pain, faint subcutaneous bleeding was already occurring. Seolyoung cupped Yimyeong’s cheek preciously and rubbed his own cheek over the mark he had made.

“Myeong-ah, I am so happy.”

At the small whisper, Yimyeong’s ears turned red again. At the same time, his insides, which were clinging tightly to his penis without a gap, gushed with wetness.

“Hoo….”

Seolyoung, his back trembling finely, hugged Yimyeong tightly with his other hand. Then he whispered a little mischievously.

“You really are very wet.”

“Eut.”

“Ah, so is that why you did not give me your underwear back then?”

“No….”

Yimyeong’s face turned bright red.

Before he could deny anything, Seolyoung thrust deeper into him with a thud. So deep that both sides of his tightly clenched buttocks were indented. As he stubbornly inserted it all the way to the root into the completely paved way, Yimyeong made a subtle expression. It seemed his breathing was affected every time it pushed up his diaphragm.

“Too deep… deep.”

He met his eyes, letting out the breath he had been holding. A light sweat beaded on his forehead.

“Have you never had it this deep before?”

“Yes… you know. You are the first here.”

Those words finally put Seolyoung at ease. A sense of fulfillment washed over him, of having delved into an unknown place that no one else had reached.

While holding Yimyeong tightly, Seolyoung quietly felt the clenching of his inner walls. When he gently touched or kissed his earlobe and stimulated the roof of his mouth, his insides moved rhythmically as if in response. The innermost part, where the tip of his glans touched, was blocked. He liked the feeling of the fine folds stimulating the tip as if engulfing it.

“Wait, you, do not use your hips… with too much force.”

“Does it hurt?”

Every time it touched some organ that existed in the innermost part, Yimyeong flinched his back. Unlike someone who was scared, just by having his inner walls scraped, he felt a quiet orgasm several times. Each time he was about to reach ejaculation, Seolyoung persistently controlled his release.

It was because the sight of Yimyeong becoming increasingly exhausted from the successive orgasms was very pleasing to see.

The last insertion was slow, long, and persistent. There was no rough and fast insertion, but it was a sticky process where even each other’s voices and breaths were transmitted through the mucous membranes. While feeling that warm and honest pressure, Seolyoung also soon reached a point where he could no longer hold back.

Towards the end, even while sweating coldly and struggling, Yimyeong did not tell him to stop or to ejaculate.

“Myeong-ah, I think I am really going to come….”

“Eung….”

“Kiss me. I want to come while kissing.”

“Yes.”

Yimyeong replied obediently and kissed Seolyoung with his eyes half-open. Then Seolyoung repeated the insertion several times, as if scraping the inside forcefully. With an insertion so deep that a slapping sound was made from their two skins colliding, Yimyeong let out a moan with a completely loosened tongue.

Seolyoung ejaculated in the deepest place possible. A large amount of semen filled the tight insides, and Yimyeong’s thighs trembled as he felt the sudden increase in pressure. Quietly watching Yimyeong’s eyelashes flutter as he closed his eyes, Seolyoung pushed in to his limit. Thus, he thoroughly soaked his deepest skin that no one else had touched.

“Haah….”

Yimyeong moaned as he pulled his penis out from the completely wet and softened gap. Perhaps because he had been pinned under Seolyoung’s heavy body with his legs spread the whole time, he could not close his legs right away. Seolyoung stared intently at the narrow gap in Yimyeong where he had been held until just now. The area around the swollen, delicate penis had already narrowed completely.

“It is swollen… does it hurt?”

As if to soothe him, he brought his finger and spread the gap a little, and thick semen flowed out with a gurgle.

“There is no sensation there anymore…. My hips hurt instead.”

Yimyeong smiled weakly and carefully brought his legs together. A pained sound escaped, as if his pelvis had been strained.

Seolyoung, who was caressing his closed thighs, soon brought a wet towel and wiped Yimyeong’s body. Yimyeong laughed weakly, perhaps finding it funny how his touch was so light, as if he were wiping a cracked piece of porcelain.

“When you touch me like that, it makes me sleepy.”

“If you are sleepy, just sleep. I will wipe you down.”

“Yes….”

True to his word, Yimyeong’s eyes fluttered shut while he was being wiped down. The face, with all tension gone from his brow, looked very peaceful.

Seolyoung carefully wiped Yimyeong’s straight forehead and neck, and also wiped between his legs, which were red from friction. Before he knew it, Yimyeong was breathing evenly.

“Myeong-ah, are you sleeping?”

Seolyoung lowered himself and listened to Yimyeong’s breathing. Warm breath was flowing from his nose. Leaning his face close and inhaling his breath a few times, Seolyoung carefully brought his hand down to Yimyeong’s lower parts. From the warm and damp gap, the semen he had left behind was leaking out.

“Myeong-ah….”

Seolyoung whispered softly and pushed the leaked semen back inside. Fortunately, Yimyeong’s breathing remained as regular as before, as if he had not felt it at all.

After covering his body with a blanket, Seolyoung got up.

Standing on the veranda, he stretched his stiff body. The well-sculpted, high-quality muscles along his sharp shoulders moved pleasingly.

As if a thought suddenly struck him, Seolyoung went back to the living room. After confirming that Yimyeong was sleeping like the dead, he looked for Yimyeong’s clothes, which he had taken to the laundry room at some point. These were the clothes he was wearing when he entered this house.

Rustle, rustle….

Seolyoung put them all into a trash bag. It was not an emotional act. He had intended to do this from the moment he asked Yimyeong for his clothes. He felt like a woodcutter hiding a celestial maiden’s clothes.

“Hmm….”

Leaning against the dining table and tapping the glass top, Seolyoung headed back to the trash can. As the uneasy feeling would not go away, he came outside with the trash bag, intending to throw it away completely. Then he mercilessly threw it into the huge dumpster.

“That bastard. May he burn to death.”

As soon as he heard the sound of the trash landing with a thud, Seolyoung turned around coldly.

Even when he returned to the entrance, Yimyeong was sleeping, oblivious to the world.

“……”

This time, Yimyeong’s shoes caught his eye. They were quite good shoes, but they had been worn a lot, as there were soft creases on the leather. Did the rapist buy these too? Seolyoung briefly considered whether to throw these shoes away right now as well.

Not the shoes. It is not like I am confining him.

Besides, Yimyeong had two perfectly good legs. How could he possibly be confined when he had feet? Seolyoung dismissed the strange thought he had for a moment and went inside the house.

Heading to the kitchen, he poured water and gulped down two glasses in a row. Then he found his phone and made a call somewhere.

“Yes. Manager-nim… I want to postpone my interview for tomorrow… if it cannot be changed, it is fine to cancel it altogether. It is nothing serious, I just do not feel well. Yes, besides that, there are no other external schedules, right? Yes, as for my condition… if it gets really bad, I will go to the hospital.”

After hanging up the phone, he finally felt like everything was settled.

The biggest reason for canceling his external schedule was that he wanted to take care of Yimyeong, who would be unfamiliar with the new environment, but in truth, it was because he himself did not want to leave Yimyeong’s side.

Should it be called anxiety, or should it be called jealousy. An undefined emotion was simmering quietly beneath his chest. The image of Yimyeong being pinned down and taken by a young punk, and the vulgar noises he had heard from beyond the door that day, still flashed through his mind like lightning.

Seolyoung shook his head to clear away the distracting thoughts. In any case, for now, he wanted to fully enjoy the newlywed feeling with his first love.

He went back to the bedroom. Then he sat down next to Yimyeong and thoroughly explored the face of his first love, which he could never get tired of looking at.

‘Seolyoung-ah. I am not the guy you think I am.’

‘I sell my body for money. I get excited just thinking about spreading my legs for a man…. I even almost killed someone.’

He had probably told only the truth.

Unlike him, for whom Yimyeong was his first love and first experience, Yimyeong actually seemed somewhat skilled in relationships and knew how to seduce men.

What on earth had happened to him to become like this? Seolyoung wanted to know all the small details that he had not yet explained.

However, if Yimyeong did not want to talk, he would respect his opinion.

It did not matter if his first love no longer had the appearance of a fresh-faced teenage boy. He was not a guy who loved a fantasy.

Only the fact that he existed right before his eyes, in this reality, was important.

Seolyoung thought, gently kissing the back of Yimyeong’s hand.

You have finally become mine….

…Is that right.