Yang’s Master Chapter 13.2 - Side Story 1. The Master of the Sheep

“Please do not take it seriously.”

“Ah……”

Linlin dropped her head with a very disheartened expression. Her face was as despairing as if the world had ended, but the actual content was not that despairing. Yang Euijoo could not understand why he had come out to eat lunch only to have to give advice on something like ‘how to win a bet’.

“But Sogang keeps winning! This means I! I cannot abandon the thought that you, sir, are secretly giving hints only to Sogang oppa!”

“It is probably just that he is the most realistic.”

“Aah……”

Her hopes crushed, Linlin continuously sank into despair. Yang Euijoo put down his spoon and sighed.

“Couldn’t you just not make bets on people?”

“How are we supposed to work under the boss without this little bit of fun……?”

There was nothing to say. Having lost anything to retort with, Yang Euijoo remained silent. Linlin’s large eyes welled up with tears.

“Doesn’t Linlin like that person? He is a bit like trash, but he treats Linlin well, does he not? You have a bond, too. But you still make bets like that?”

“Liking someone and having fun are two separate matters,” Linlin replied coldly.

“To be brutally honest, until now, there were many times we bet on the boss’s love life. That makes sense, because the average term of the boss’s relationships was a month!”

Thanks to Linlin, he learned a useless and infuriating piece of information. Yang Euijoo nodded his head, crunching on a fried crab.

“But it is not like that anymore, is it? So what are we to do, we have no choice but to bet on the boss getting dumped……”

“What is the difference.”

“Um, the term has gotten shorter.”

Linlin whispered with a serious face, as if she were telling a tremendous secret. In her hand, she was holding a large crab claw.

“A bet happens every time you sleep over at the mansion, sir, so this way is actually better for our welfare.”

“……”

Yang Euijoo, who had been involved in the welfare of Cheon Yeomyung’s subordinates without even knowing it, fell silent with a miserable feeling.

“Just do not do it.”

“No way!”

With a cute voice and face, Linlin cried out desperately, but Yang Euijoo had no desire whatsoever to support the ‘bet on whether the boss will be dumped by the pharmacist again this time’. Linlin tossed the crab claw away without any lingering attachment and clung to Yang Euijoo’s side, whining. Yang Euijoo did not even frown, even though he knew that the grease from Linlin’s hands was being wiped all over his T-shirt.

“Can’t you just turn a blind eye and accept it just once? These days, the bet does not even get established, I am telling you, everyone started betting on the boss getting dumped!”

Yang Euijoo thought of Cheon Yeomyung sitting quietly beside him, munching on egg crackers with a crunch, crunch.

“That is good, everyone’s opinions are aligned.”

“Sirrrr……!”

Linlin, who had been crying out delicately, brightly lifted her face, leaving a tear stain on his T-shirt. She quickly giggled and whispered playfully.

“But do you know what? The person who lost the most money in that bet is the boss.”

“……”

“Why do you have that expression on your face?”

“It is just, so fucking pathetic it is driving me crazy……”

He now understood why the saying ‘like master, like man’ came to be. Since the top dog, the boss, was so passionate about such a ridiculously childish bet, it was only natural that his subordinates would jump at the chance to bet on every little thing in someone else’s love life. Slapping the forehead of Linlin, who was demanding an improper solicitation, Yang Euijoo got up.

“Sir, let us go together!”

Linlin grabbed her coat and hurriedly followed him out, her voice ringing out loudly. Yang Euijoo stopped for a moment and waited for Linlin. Giggling, Linlin slipped her arms into her outerwear and stuck close to his side. Linlin had styled her short hair cheerfully with a large, red ribbon pin at the back of her head, and was fashionably dressed in a black, short-sleeved dress with a leather jacket over it. The striped Pippi-style stockings that came halfway up her calves were very cute.

“Would you like to go for dessert?”

Even though they had eaten an enormous amount at the restaurant today, Linlin’s appetite showed no signs of abating. With her black eyes sparkling, Linlin suggested dessert. Yang Euijoo nodded, wondering what the tofu pudding, mango pudding, strawberry sorbet, watermelon juice, and mousse cake topped with chocolate ice cream they had eaten at the restaurant had been.

“Let’s do that.”

It was all Cheon Yeomyung’s money anyway. If he could empty the man’s wallet to put one more scoop of ice cream in the cute and kind Linlin’s stomach, there was no reason not to go for another round of dessert. Cheon Yeomyung seemed to resent the fact that he went out to eat with Linlin while not going on a date or whatever with him, but every time he said he had plans, he would silently toss his entire wallet over before leaving.

He was a man who was both generous and very narrow-minded.

Yang Euijoo opened Cheon Yeomyung’s wallet, counted out some Hong Kong dollars, and held them out. Linlin, who was peeking from near his elbow, asked.

“That is the boss’s wallet, right?”

“Yes.”

Yang Euijoo nodded as he paid the enormous food bill, which seemed like a meal for six for the two of them. The cost of one meal was equivalent to a month’s food expenses for Yirang’s family of three, but he was getting a little used to this now.

“He always gives you the whole thing……”

“Have you never received it?”

“Eck.”

Linlin stuck out her tongue and grimaced. She shoved both hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and leaned her upper body back.

“I often get cash or checks, but there is no reason to get the whole wallet. There are so many important things in there.”

“……Important things?”

Yang Euijoo stared intently at the black wallet. The wallet, which was not particularly distinctive except for a single brand logo, had nothing unusual inside it either. Other than an excessive amount of high-denomination cash and a few checks, that was it.

“There are business cards, the boss’s photo, a copy of his passport……”

Linlin nonchalantly sold out the personal information inside the boss’s wallet. After leaving the change as a tip, Yang Euijoo began to carefully rummage through the wallet according to Linlin’s words.

“Sir, not that way, we have to go this way.”

Grabbing the arm of Yang Euijoo who had started to inspect the wallet, Linlin dragged him along, drag, drag, to the parking lot. Following Linlin’s lead, Yang Euijoo got into the car for now and carefully examined the inside of the wallet. He checked each and every one of the card slots in the wallet that seemed to hold nothing special. Along with a few credit cards that could not be used in Hong Kong, he saw a driver’s license issued in the United Kingdom. His British name, of which he did not have a chickpea’s worth of good memories, was written on it.

After that were business cards. The business cards were divided into British and Hong Kong styles. The name written alongside his mansion’s phone number, which even Yang Euijoo had memorized, was unfamiliar. The business cards were, curiously, printed with gold letters on a dark blue background. Seeing how he spent money even on business cards that were handed out a few at a time, it did seem like Cheon Yeomyung. Yang Euijoo scanned the man’s business cards used for illegal business and another person’s card that seemed to have been received from somewhere and carelessly crumpled inside.

“We are here!”

It seemed they had arrived at the dessert shop along with the small-time wallet viewing. Yang Euijoo lifted his head and was at a loss for words.

“Linlin, this place is……”

“The chef the boss recently hired has an exquisite skill for making pancakes. Let us go in.”

Linlin hit the back of a person’s head and then smiled brightly.

“……”

Yang Euijoo was still a bit weak when it came to Linlin. If it had been Cheon Yeomyung, he would not have been able to hold back his temper and would have smacked the back of his head about three more times, then shouted at him not to visit for three months and left just like that, but he could not do that to Linlin. It seemed Yang Euijoo would forever have to pay the price for the log-shaped cake of Linlin’s that he had ruined.

He looked at Linlin, whose eyes were shining with a bright face as if she did not know what, how much, or how things had gone wrong, and then began to walk with a shuffle, like a person entering a prison.

A large mansion required many servants to run. And all the servants knew Yang Euijoo. As a young guest who visited quite often, he was subtly popular.

The mansion, located near the ferry terminal connecting the Kowloon Peninsula and Hong Kong Island, had many guests who visited for business. However, since most of them were older and had rather unpleasant impressions, Yang Euijoo, as a young guest with unique hair color and decent manners, was quite liked by the servants.

A young maid, who was helping boil dishcloths from a distance, spotted Yang Euijoo and ran over with a wide smile.

“Sir, you are here?”

I really hate this.

“Ah, yes……”

“It has been a while since you came at this time. Shall I prepare a change of clothes for you?”

“No.”

Yang Euijoo answered with a frown. He did not want to change his clothes here and settle in. Linlin, too, seemed to know she was being shameless to expect that much, so she pulled Yang Euijoo’s arm and dragged him to the living room. She did not forget to raise her voice to a booming level to make a request to the maid.

“Please make ten of the chef’s special pancakes! With lots of whipped cream and syrup!”

Isn’t that a bit much? he thought, but decided not to care since Linlin would eat it all anyway. Yang Euijoo sat down, awkwardly pressing his back against the sofa that was so excessively luxurious and comfortable that it felt rather uncomfortable.

The kitchen, having received the order, brought out two warm pancakes and two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. It seemed they had been topped with plenty of maple syrup, whipped cream, and butter, just as Linlin had wished. The young maid said with a beaming smile.

“They said they will bake more and bring them out once you start eating. The chef is asking if you would like fruit on top as well, what should I tell him?”

“Of course!”

Linlin shouted with a wide smile. It was a pleasant laugh. She soon picked up her fork and dug into the pretty and fluffy pancakes. Watching Linlin eat until both her cheeks were puffed up, Yang Euijoo just fiddled with his orange juice.

Just as Linlin was finishing her sixth pancake, the familiar sound of a car engine was heard at the mansion’s entrance. Yang Euijoo deliberately sat still in the living room, pretending to be unfazed. Linlin, for whom eating warm pancakes was more important than greeting the boss, also remained in the living room. Linlin, who was shoving a pancake made of thin crêpe batter filled with whipped cream and mango into her mouth in one bite, opened her eyes wide.

“Ooh-oss.”

He presumed she was trying to say ‘Boss’.

“Do not talk with your mouth open, eat properly.”

Cheon Yeomyung clicked his tongue as he walked past the long hallway and into the living room. Reaching out, Cheon Yeomyung gave Yang Euijoo’s hair a rough pat, once, then immediately turned his body towards the second-floor staircase.

“Entertain the guest well.”

“Yes-sirrr!”

Linlin, who had hastily swallowed her pancake, replied cheerfully with whipped cream still smeared around her mouth. Yang Euijoo glanced at the back of Cheon Yeomyung, who was calmly going up to the second floor without even giving him a glance. The man, who was heading up to the second floor holding the handrail, turned his head belatedly. The moment their eyes met, a playful smile flashed by in an instant.

He wondered if he had seen it wrong, but he was probably right. Yang Euijoo 괜히 touched his own hair. The heavy and warm, gloved hand of the man who had patted him, once, as if indifferent. The playful and sparklingly cheerful eyes he had sent him from the top of the stairs, despite having named him a guest.

It made him remember a certain summer day that had now become the past. It might be because the heat of Hong Kong was slowly starting to devour the entire island. Yang Euijoo glanced at Linlin, who looked like she would be eating pancakes for a while longer, and quietly got up from the sofa.

“Are you going to place an additional order with the chef? Let us go together! This time I want to have one with blueberry compote. Hah, I wonder if the boss bought vanilla ice cream?”

Suddenly, Linlin stopped in her tracks. Then she looked at Yang Euijoo with a desperate and pitiful expression.

“Sir……”

“Please do not ask me.”

Yang Euijoo quickly struck first, but Linlin paid him no mind and continuously hit the back of his head.

“I am sorry, but could you go to the boss and ask if he bought my vanilla ice cream……? If I ask, he teases me by calling me a little piggy……”

“……”

Yang Euijoo silently observed the somewhat ambiguous, incomprehensible combination of a subordinate who disliked being teased but still asked the boss to buy her vanilla ice cream, and Cheon Yeomyung’s character, who teased a subordinate younger than him by calling her a little piggy.

“If he had bought the ice cream, wouldn’t he have given it to the kitchen right away? Why don’t you ask the maids.”

“The boss threatened the kitchen staff not to answer carelessly.”

“Just close your eyes tight and go up to the second floor and ask.”

“You do not know because you are not interested in me, sir, but I am banned from the second floor unless it is a considerable emergency. He says I am too noisy to be allowed on the second floor.”

There was nothing to say. There was no way to stop the two of them from playing childishly. Yang Euijoo had no choice but to drag his heavy feet up to the second floor.

Since it was still early, it was unlikely that Cheon Yeomyung would be in his bedroom. Feeling as if he had broken in to steal something, Yang Euijoo tiptoed over and carefully opened the door to the study. The figure he expected to see, either looking at documents with a hand on his forehead or holding a phone and having a grim conversation, was not there. Is he showering? Yang Euijoo recalled a list of things Cheon Yeomyung might do after returning from work and pulled his head, which had been stretched out past the door, back into place.

“What are you doing here?”

A hot, humid breeze blew from behind his back. For a moment, he wondered if he was outside the mansion, but that was not it. The dizzying scent of wet wood, earth, and something burnt wafted over. A thick arm wrapped around the shoulder of Yang Euijoo, who flinched in surprise like someone caught doing something bad. The man, loosely pressed against his back, asked with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Why are you so surprised? Like a person who has sinned.”

“……It is startling when you approach from behind without any presence like that.”

“I made, plenty of presence. Blame your own ignorant motor skills for not feeling it at all.”

Cheon Yeomyung was still leaning against Yang Euijoo as he threw a light scolding. It was a light tone, but it was full of sincerity. What was he supposed to do about his lack of motor skills. Yang Euijoo firmly sealed his lips and pushed Cheon Yeomyung’s arm away. The man obediently took a step back and closed the open study door. Leaning halfway against the door behind him, Yang Euijoo had an insolent look in his eyes.

Perhaps because he had just gotten out of a hot shower, the color rose to Cheon Yeomyung’s cheeks and lips, making the red hue look particularly deep, and his black hair glistened under the yellow light. After the garish golden bleach, the man’s hair had lost its former shine. However, every time Yang Euijoo saw the fluffy, slightly messy ends of his disheveled hair, he felt as if Cheon Yeomyung was about twenty-five.

“……It is burdensome, so move it.”

“What is burdensome, my face?”

“Fuck.”

His face was burdensome and his naked body was burdensome. Yang Euijoo scowled and pushed away the man’s smooth chest, which was only covered by a robe. However, Cheon Yeomyung did not budge at all. Instead, he snorted and asked back.

“Was that your full strength just now?”

“Shut up.”

“Sir, I am not teasing you, I am saying this because I am genuinely worried, but you should do some strength training.”

“I do not want to hear that from you.”

Yang Euijoo, who retorted coldly, tried to slip out from under Cheon Yeomyung’s arm like an eel, but it was no use. His body, helplessly caught, was again pressed tightly against the door, forced to look at the man’s half-naked body and smooth face. Water dripped from his not-yet-dry hair and touched Yang Euijoo’s cheek. Yang Euijoo narrowed his eyes at the touch of the cold water droplet.

“Why did you come?”

“……What?”

“You probably came because of Linlin anyway. Why did you come up to the second floor? Did you suddenly have a change of heart? Did you feel some pity? So you are going to sleep with me for just one day?”

“That is not it.”

“There is no way you would suddenly do that. What kind of whim is this? Did Linlin put you up to it? To throw even a crumb of attention to your pathetic boss? To make me feel some useless jealousy watching you, who comes over to play anytime for her request, but would not even come near me even if I got on my knees and begged?”

That was all wrong. That he just came up to ask about vanilla ice cream, that it was because of one childish request, he should have said that, but the words would not come out. He could not crush the certain desperate expectation of Cheon Yeomyung, who was asking accusingly, with a contorted face, that there was no way you would come looking for me on your own, was there.

What the hell was such an expectation.

In the living room, Linlin would surely be waiting for the vanilla ice cream. Cute Linlin, she would be sad if she could not eat vanilla ice cream. Yang Euijoo hesitated, then reached out his hand.

“Are you jealous, too?”

The golden eyes blinked slowly. He looked flustered, as if he could not believe Yang Euijoo’s arm wrapped around his neck at all.

“To your own subordinate, who is like a little sister?”

“……”

“You were this annoyed, yet you managed not to lose your temper seeing us sitting side by side in the living room.”

“……If I got annoyed there, you would have left,” Cheon Yeomyung mumbled in response. He was annoyed, but he still wanted him to stay at home. It was exactly that kind of childish heart.

“You said your average relationship period was a month?”

“It was not that short……”

“It was that short, wasn’t it.”

His lips parted slightly. He looked like he wanted to make a lot of excuses, but it seemed he knew he did not have the face to do so.

“You said you guys still bet on me these days?”

“……I will stop.”

“I do not particularly care whether you do it or not, but.”

The arm that had been wrapped around his neck slid away. Cheon Yeomyung made a face like a child who had lost his muffler in the middle of a sub-zero winter.

Instead of completely removing his arm, Yang Euijoo poked the man’s cheek. The temperature of the skin touching his palm was warm. Cheon Yeomyung narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. The gesture of rubbing against him with his damp hair, as if trying to be cute, was detestable.

“Answer me.”

“……”

“Should I sleep over?”

Cheon Yeomyung rolled his eyes. He looked as if he had no idea why Yang Euijoo was acting this way. The man, who looked perplexed as if he had heard a cautionary message he should not have, eventually nodded. It seemed he could not bring himself to say the insincere words, ‘never mind, get lost’. Yang Euijoo clicked his tongue inwardly at that pathetic state and grabbed Cheon Yeomyung’s neck, pulling him closer.

Hesitant lips pressed together. Carefully cradling his head with a palm, lips and tongue that smelled of fragrant toothpaste swallowed Yang Euijoo whole. The taste of orange and the scent of toothpaste mixed together. Even though it must have been a strange taste, the man sucked at it panting, as if it were sweet mead.

Ah, Linlin asked me to ask about the ice cream. Yang Euijoo, realizing he had entered the bedroom at some point, pushed the man’s shoulder away and muttered.

“Linlin, the ice cream……”

“Do not say another woman’s name in bed.”

He wanted to say, is Linlin really just ‘another woman’, but Yang Euijoo shut his mouth at the chilling sensation of being bitten on the nape of his neck.

“Why do you care about her ice cream? ……If you decided to pity me, then focus on this.”

Cheon Yeomyung said so and took off the robe he was wearing. It had been a really long time since they had sex. It was the first time since the frenzied relations while high on drugs in Shanghai. Just as many things had happened in between, Yang Euijoo’s body was not whole either. He looked near Cheon Yeomyung’s waist. The bright red scar was still there. His body was covered in scars. There were even a few more thin scratches along the inside of his forearm and his chest. At the impure marks that looked as if they had been drawn long with fingernails, Yang Euijoo unknowingly frowned.

Perhaps noticing Yang Euijoo’s gaze, Cheon Yeomyung lowered his head as if to check his own body, then his lips parted.

“It is not what you think.”

“I did not say anything. Who you sleep with is none of my business either.”

“…I know you really do not care, sir, but it is really not that.”

Cheon Yeomyung found Yang Euijoo’s hand and intertwined their fingers, letting out a troubled sigh.

“I scratched it because of the side effects, I did.”

He raised his palm and covered the wound with a face that looked like he would rather die than talk about this. Still, there were too many scratches on his forearm and chest. He remembered that he had mentioned the side effects once in Shanghai. He thought it was fine since there had been no mention of it since, but it seemed that was not the case. With his chest, which bore the clear traces of his endurance, exposed, Cheon Yeomyung let out a light sigh.

“Why didn’t you just ask to do it? Weren’t you treating your lover as a tool for sexual release?”

When Yang Euijoo asked nonchalantly, Cheon Yeomyung bit his lip. He looked as if he had been insulted. In reality, it did contain a sense of insult.

“……I know what you think of me. Still, what I hated, I hated.”

At the low voice, Yang Euijoo sighed.

“So you endured it by scratching your body? It would have been better if you had shown that polite consideration a little earlier.”

“……”

“I have no intention of arguing about it further now. I was the one who suggested we do it. Are we going to do it, or are we going to stop?”

The ash-colored eyes looked clearly at the man who was covering him from above. Cheon Yeomyung bit his lip firmly. He seemed to be dissatisfied with something. However, he did not hesitate any longer.

“……Sleep over.”

At the same time as he uttered his small wish, the hand that was licking his lips and stripping off his clothes covered Yang Euijoo’s body. While he was panting, recalling the pleasure he had forgotten, Cheon Yeomyung easily stripped off all his clothes and dropped them below the bed, and even pushed his own bothersome robe halfway to the floor with his foot.

It was the same for Yang Euijoo, with a scar settled on his concave belly. Pressing his lips on the spot where the mark of the blade’s penetration remained flat, Cheon Yeomyung reached out and fumbled with the bedside drawer. There was a clattering sound from the violently opened drawer. As soon as the man snatched the oil, the heavy drawer fell downwards. Along with the sound of something heavy hitting the floor, the oil also rolled onto the bed mattress.

Cheon Yeomyung looked at the insolent toes that had kicked his wrist. The hard calluses and scarred soles of his feet touched the oil dissatisfactorily.

“To think you even brought something like this…… it seems you were quite expectant, unlike your words.”

There was no time to answer the sarcastic voice. Cheon Yeomyung felt an itch as if his blood vessels were swelling and asked.

“If you want, shall we not use it?”

“Are you trying to see blood?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

Ha, Yang Euijoo let out a hollow laugh as if he had heard a ridiculous story. Cheon Yeomyung not hurting him was a story similar to the world turning upside down.

“Do as you please.”

At the permission that was spat out, Cheon Yeomyung bent his body. He picked up the bottle of oil he had never used before, but he did not open the lid. The head, placed quietly between his knees, glanced up from below. The moment his eyes met the yellow ones, a chilling sensation shot up his spine. The full meal he had with Linlin today might have been calories saved up for this very moment, now. Nothing had properly started yet, but he had such a premonition.

“Close your eyes.”

Cheon Yeomyung said as he spread his thighs.

“It will be unpleasant, so just think of it as receiving service.”

He wanted to say that he did not need such a thing, but at the blow-like sensation that directly hit his genitals, Yang Euijoo instinctively squeezed his eyes shut.

“Ahng……!”

A moan flowed out of his throat on its own. A moist and hot lump of flesh licked his underside thoroughly. Cheon Yeomyung sucked his genitals as if he were ready to swallow even his filthiest parts. It felt more like a service to relieve sexual desire than foreplay for sex.

Cheon Yeomyung was clearly a person who had never performed a service before, yet he continued the act with pleasure. Yang Euijoo thought that his body was becoming sticky and mushy, like something well-melted. His penis, which had already ejaculated once, was erect again, waiting for the second ejaculation. Yang Euijoo panted breathlessly, feeling the man’s soft and hot palm gripping his genitals and sucking the tip.

Light sparked from beneath his tightly shut eyelids. It was a light that resembled Cheon Yeomyung’s eyes. A depressingly deep pleasure shot up his waist. A man’s body is convenient. It gets easily excited when stimulated. He did not care who it was that was crouching between his legs and sucking his genitals right now.

Yang Euijoo unconsciously reached his hand downwards. His hair, which had dried in its own way, swayed between his fingers. His still-frizzy and excessively black hair was caught. Cheon Yeomyung did not frown even at the force pulling his hair. Instead, he put strength into the jaw that was sucking the genitals. It was the moment his throat narrowed.

“Ah……!”

With a light gasp, Yang Euijoo opened his eyes. His wet, ash-colored eyes had a deeper and more turbid feel than usual. The moment their eyes met, Cheon Yeomyung shot up. The hand that had been moving urgently as if to insert immediately, stopped abruptly while trying to tear off the lid. His redly chafed lips were chewed on. Yang Euijoo tried hard to ignore the white something smeared somewhere on the well-shaped lips.

Cheon Yeomyung wiped it off roughly with the back of his hand. As if it did not even feel unpleasant, the man, who had twitched his lips a few times, grabbed him by the back of his knees and lifted him up firmly. Yang Euijoo frowned at the heat that brushed against his upper body as his waist was lifted vaguely into the air. His eyelids folded into a convex shape, perhaps because he had gained some weight. Three or four months since returning to Hong Kong and devoting himself to recovery. It was a remarkable achievement.

Cheon Yeomyung knew well that he was a son of a bitch. It was natural. He was forced by his father to grow up as a good and obedient son, but separately, he lived a life closely related to crime. His father handled the organization as terrifyingly as Quan. He retaliated with terrible viciousness for even the smallest scratch.

His father held the young Cheon Yeomyung’s shoulder and taught him. Retaliation must be carried out several tens of times over. Only then will they rightly fear you. Cheon Yeomyung also agreed with such teachings and never once overlooked revenge.

He did the same to Yang Euijoo.

Even though his life was ruined because he got involved with a trash-like guy, he could not abandon that trash and ended up accepting him. Trembling at Yang Euijoo’s complacent and spineless pity, Cheon Yeomyung put strength into his knees. Come to think of it, he did not think he had ever gotten on his knees and begged in front of him. Well, he did not seem like he would like that kind of behavior anyway. It would be better to take about three more bullets to earn Yang Euijoo’s pity.

Cheon Yeomyung felt the wound still throbbing and slightly parted his lips.

A moist and hot tongue swept past the tightly closed place. Cheon Yeomyung listened to the low sigh resounding from above his head and continued the caress diligently as he had intended. In response, Yang Euijoo panted as if he were dying and let out a series of breathless sounds.

“This, I said I didn’t want…… it!”

“Yes.”

The man who answered indifferently did not stop his actions. Yang Euijoo pressed down on Cheon Yeomyung’s shoulder with his foot, who was relentlessly licking his underside and pushing his fingers in to spread the narrow gap, providing a strange sensation. The man, who had his head buried between his thighs and was crazily playing with his tongue, turned his head and pressed his lips against his slender ankle. Hot breath clung to the top of his ankle bone. Cheon Yeomyung lightly bit Yang Euijoo’s ankle and caressed it gently with only his lips before looking forward again.

He could see the place that was tightly clenched inside as if to say not yet, even while acting as if it would open up wantonly. Cheon Yeomyung buried his face there again.

His face was gradually getting wet with pleasure. His hair stuck to his sweat-drenched forehead. Yang Euijoo tried to shift his body, but the hand that was holding and spreading his buttocks stopped him. The sensation of something bonelessly soft and mushy licking his underside was more distracting than the grip that seemed like it would leave a red mark on his buttocks in the shape of the hand.

The wet sound of sucking and rummaging through his skin, which was more gruesome and sticky than when he was being penetrated, echoed over the bed. Yang Euijoo panted for breath and covered his ears with both hands, then was startled and took his hands away by the act that felt more stimulating the moment the sound was blocked.

The tongue that had nonchalantly pushed into the narrow inside moved as it pleased several times, as if it were thrusting. Then, fingers again did not miss the opportunity to dig into the opened inside and expertly spread the interior. It was not a difficult task for just a couple of the man’s fingers to rummage through the inside, which had become smooth with saliva.

After rubbing and pressing the inner walls to some extent like that, his underside was sucked again. Every time he pressed his lips to the entrance and sucked in the flesh inside with a sound, his lower abdomen throbbed. Yang Euijoo made a sound of swallowing and kicked Cheon Yeomyung’s shoulder with his foot a few times. The man, who did not neglect his exercise, did not fall over so easily. Instead, he licked his underside even more fiercely, as if he had been waiting for it.

“Stop, really, stop……!”

Only when Yang Euijoo, unable to bear it, vehemently refused as if screaming, did Cheon Yeomyung lift his face. Then he lightly rubbed the flaccidly opened entrance with his thumb. Yang Euijoo, as if feeling it just from that, raised his chin to the ceiling with a flushed face.

I feel like I could cum just by looking at this face. Cheon Yeomyung wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand and lifted Yang Euijoo into his arms. Yang Euijoo could not even resist much and was pulled into Cheon Yeomyung’s embrace. His sweat-drenched body let out a thin breath with his limbs hanging limp. Pushing away the hair stuck to his cheeks and around his eyes, Cheon Yeomyung held his erect penis and brought it close to the wet entrance.

“Wait, I don’t want it in this position……”

“It’s better than being pinned under me.”

Why such a misunderstanding, before Yang Euijoo could say anything, the glans pushed open the generously spread entrance and boldly entered, rummaging inside. It was a volume that made the word ‘heavy’ come to mind on its own.

“Fuck, when you were acting, like a crazy bastard.”

Yang Euijoo gritted his teeth, relying on Cheon Yeomyung’s hands for his weight. Cheon Yeomyung stopped in the middle of insertion and asked.

“When I was acting like a crazy bastard?”

Doesn’t he know it hurts more to put it in halfway and stop? Yang Euijoo glared at the guy who had never been fucked by a man’s cock, nor would he ever be, and clenched his jaw.

“When you were acting like a fucking crazy bastard in Shanghai.”

At the words that even seemed to carry a grudge, Cheon Yeomyung narrowed his eyes. He had acted like a crazy bastard so much in Shanghai that he could not even guess which part it was. However, at the words that followed, he soon understood what Yang Euijoo wanted to say and burst into a hollow laugh.

“If you had at least, cut off your cock and come, I would have at least, acknowledged your sincerity……”

“Horizontally, or vertically?”

“Fuck, that mouth!”

In time with Yang Euijoo’s sudden shout, Cheon Yeomyung pulled his still-thin body downwards. Yang Euijoo bit his tongue while speaking and let out a retching sound, ugh.

It felt like his insides were twisting the moment the huge penis, which he seriously felt should be chopped up either horizontally or vertically, was inserted inside. Really, how did a person who he disliked in every single way from one to ten pop up and mess up his life. Not only did he mess up his life, he also tormented his body miserably……

Belatedly, Yang Euijoo wondered if he had any reason to spread his legs in the first place, but it was already halfway through, and Yang Euijoo realized with the pain that he had once again lost his mind to his emotions and shown useless pity.

“Ah, it hurts, fuck, really……”

“I will cut it off and bring it next time.”

Cheon Yeomyung said something absurd as he gently hugged Yang Euijoo’s back. It felt like a cough would burst out if he pressed his back with his palm, so Yang Euijoo tightened his ticklish throat.

“Ha, why don’t you be the one to get fucked.”

The shrill, cracked voice brushed past his ear. Cheon Yeomyung flinched as if Yang Euijoo’s lips had touched him, and then the corners of his mouth slowly rose where he could not see.

“That’s a bit……”

“Ah, why?”

Instead of answering the protest laced with annoyance, he held Yang Euijoo’s body and pushed his lower body up from below, as if bobbing. Yang Euijoo soon realized the nasty fact that Cheon Yeomyung had answered with actions instead of words.

Usually, when they had sex, it was a given that Yang Euijoo would be on the bottom, panting as Cheon Yeomyung pushed, and there were even times when he had to do it semi-forcibly with his face pressed against a wall outside. Counting on his fingers, this was the first time they were sitting facing each other on the bed, shoulders touching, and swaying.

Yang Euijoo, unable to adapt to that from the start, kept trying to run away. Cheon Yeomyung wrapped his arms around his struggling body to prevent him from escaping his embrace and squeezed tightly. Heuh, Yang Euijoo panted with his lips stretched long to the side.

He had the illusion that the penis, which had shot in all the way to his navel in an instant, was swelling up and turning his insides upside down. Every time Yang Euijoo held back a cough, his flat stomach tightened a little more, clearly outlining the shape of the inserted penis.

“Heuh……, eung……”

A moan mixed with a nasal sound escaped without him realizing it. Before Yang Euijoo could even get used to the size of the penis, Cheon Yeomyung again thrust his body up from below with a loud thud. Yang Euijoo’s body bounced upwards, and sporadic screams escaped.

“……Is it good?”

Unlike his passive question, as if he were testing the waters, Cheon Yeomyung’s movements were unrestrained. Every time his body swayed, his belly skin bulged up. Yang Euijoo contorted his face at the grotesque sight.

“Would it, be good. Ah!”

As soon as he retorted sarcastically, his body surged upwards. Yang Euijoo, unable to control his violently shaking body as if he were about to be slammed into the ceiling, bobbed up and down. Soon, Cheon Yeomyung grabbed him and pulled him down. Yang Euijoo was a human and could not fly, so it was natural for him to be slammed onto the floor, but Cheon Yeomyung’s touch was as if it were a very anxious matter for him.

Yang Euijoo spewed out whatever came to mind, shedding tears at the penis shaking inside his stomach. He could see Cheon Yeomyung’s expression under his blurry vision. He could not tell what he was thinking.

Having no other choice, he lightly hugged Cheon Yeomyung’s neck. He buried his face in his shoulder as if pleading and swayed with the thrusts, and at some point, he felt a strange pleasure and came. Feeling his thighs, glistening with semen, trembling faintly, when Yang Euijoo was led by Cheon Yeomyung’s hand and laid back on the bed, a second insertion followed without delay.

After that, it was a series of endless ejaculations and exhausting pleasure.

🐑

His eyes opened on their own around lunchtime. It was due to a strong sense of hunger. Yang Euijoo pushed the sheet that had slipped down his shoulder further and sat up. His lower back ached from the sex after a long time, but it was not to the point of having terrible thoughts. Yang Euijoo lifted the clothes that had been carelessly put on his body and stepped out of the bed.

Cheon Yeomyung, on edge that Yang Euijoo might catch a cold, had developed a habit of dressing him in long sleeves and long pants at the drop of a hat. Since he was wearing Cheon Yeomyung’s clothes, the length was always quite long. The man’s arms and legs were as long as his height. Yang Euijoo folded the pants’ cuffs, which he would have stepped on and fallen over if he had walked without thinking, and roughly folded up the sleeves as well, then threw open the curtains that covered the window. The sunlight pierced his swollen eyelids.

Above the brilliant dark blue sea of Hong Kong, the tall and short buildings of the opposite island stood out. It was a very different atmosphere from the Kowloon Peninsula, where everything was on the lower side. Seeing that the curtains had been meticulously drawn, it was obvious that the room had been deliberately darkened so that he would not wake up even when the morning sun rose. Where did this guy go? Enjoying the pleasant air of the mansion, which was different from the outside, Yang Euijoo walked out of the room with long strides.

“Sir, are you awake?”

A young maid who was sweeping the dust in the hallway greeted him when she saw him. Yang Euijoo cleared his cracked throat and nodded lightly.

“Please have your meal and take your medicine quickly. Shall I bring it up to your room?”

“No. I’ll just go down and eat, whatever.”

He was not a patient, and it felt awkward to receive his meals lying in his room. Instead of asking about Cheon Yeomyung’s whereabouts, Yang Euijoo yawned and stepped on the steep stairs. The cuffs of his pants, which he had roughly rolled up, slipped down a little with each step. The beige, soft, and sturdy cotton fabric flowed down loosely, tickling the top of his feet.

And then those cuffs finally got in the way of his steps. If it had not been for the hand that suddenly grabbed his arm from behind, Yang Euijoo would have thought that Cheon Yeomyung had deliberately dressed him in pants that did not fit in order to finally kill him.

“It’s all slipping down. What are you doing, not paying attention?”

“Uh……”

Perhaps because of the memories of last night, he almost mistook it for something else slipping down, not his pants. Yang Euijoo lightly shook his dizzy head and glanced behind him. The man, stuck right to his back, hugged his waist as he was, and pulled the drawstring at the waist to tie the pants tightly. Wasn’t the problem the long length rather than the large waist? Yang Euijoo, who had almost rolled down the stairs a moment ago, just yawned widely.

Since they were in the middle of going down the stairs, the height difference between the two was even greater. Feeling as if he were standing under a huge tree instead of Cheon Yeomyung, Yang Euijoo rubbed his eyes, feeling the man behind him fumbling to tie the waistband.

“Why are you up already? You should have slept more.”

“Because I’m hungry……”

It was a strange feeling. Yang Euijoo answered, feeling as if both his feet were floating in the air. Cheon Yeomyung, after tying a neat knot, pulled him back up the stairs.

“I’ll bring it, so go back to your room.”

“Let’s just go down and eat. Why go back to the room, it’s a hassle.”

“You’re tired. It would be much more comfortable to eat in the bedroom, so why bother.”

They were almost all the way down the stairs, so at this point, the kitchen was closer than the bedroom. However, Cheon Yeomyung did not release the arm around his waist and fretted. It was as if he thought that if Yang Euijoo went down like this, he would never come back. As if he wouldn’t just kidnap him and bring him back while he was sleeping anyway.

Yang Euijoo thought for a moment and then said.

“Cook for me in the kitchen yourself.”

The man standing behind him, who was out of sight, flinched. Yang Euijoo patted the back of the man’s hand that was holding his waist tightly and let out a sigh.

“Anything is fine. Right now, I’m so starved I feel like I have to chew on something.”

The man, who seemed to be in intense conflict for a moment, let out a belated sigh. It seemed he did not want to be stubborn enough to not accept such a small compromise from Yang Euijoo. Or perhaps it was because such a small compromise, a kind of request, was so rare that he was soaked in an emotion he himself did not even feel.

Cheon Yeomyung slowly released his arm, then held onto Yang Euijoo tightly and strode down the stairs. In an instant, the man, who was standing on a step two steps below Yang Euijoo, reached out his hand. His eyes, somehow bright, sparkled with expectation. The sight felt not so much holy as it did blindly, as if revealing a kind of faith.

He still could not understand why this man clung to him with all his might. Yang Euijoo took the hand that was stretched out as if begging for grace and carefully went down, trying not to step on the long pants’ cuffs. Stepping on the ground, relying on the pulling hand, was an easier task than he had thought.

Unlike Yang Euijoo’s house, which did not even have proper kitchen utensils, Cheon Yeomyung’s mansion was equipped with the latest kitchen facilities, including a large oven and grill. However, the man cooked with only a single frying pan, leaving aside the various fancy equipment.

“How do you want your eggs.”

“I don’t know, however you want……”

For Yang Euijoo, who would eat it thinking it was all the same whether it was soft-boiled or hard-boiled, there was no preference for the doneness of eggs. If he had to have a standard for eggs, it would probably be freshness.

The man, who had kicked out all the people in the kitchen with his authority and occupied the sacred kitchen instead of the chef, rolled up his shirt sleeves carelessly and started making black tea. It was milk tea with milk and sugar. Placing the warm milk tea in front of Yang Euijoo, Cheon Yeomyung told him to drink it first and grabbed an egg. Soon, the sound of an egg being fried in a heated frying pan could be heard.

Beside it, rye bread was being toasted in a toaster. Cheon Yeomyung moved his hands diligently. The shirt sleeves, tired from the busy movements, slowly slipped down. It seemed that all the clothes were not listening to their owner today. Cheon Yeomyung, as if not caring about such a thing, stirred the frying pan without showing any expression. The black gloves that were opening a tightly sealed can of beans glistened in the orange light. Yang Euijoo yawned once, took a sip of the milk tea that was just right for his taste, and got up from his chair.

Perhaps because of the noise of the can being opened just at that moment, Cheon Yeomyung did not seem to hear Yang Euijoo getting up. He only turned his head when Yang Euijoo came near. Then he said with a slight hesitation.

“Are you looking for a kitchen knife?”

“……What on earth do you usually think about in your daily life to have your thoughts jump to that?”

“No, well.”

Cheon Yeomyung mumbled his words, as if he himself was embarrassed. Yang Euijoo sighed and reached out his hand. Cheon Yeomyung flinched preposterously, but he could not avoid Yang Euijoo.

“I’m not going to stab you anymore. Who am I doing it for? After doing that a few times, I felt like I was going crazy, so I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Still, you could try it once.”

“Do you know that just listening to that way of thinking makes me curious about your home education?”

I do not know since when stabbing a person has become something one could try. Yang Euijoo clicked his tongue and neatly folded up Cheon Yeomyung’s slipped-down sleeves. He did not even fold his own sleeves that neatly, but for some reason, he felt he had to fold the man’s shirt sleeves well. Cheon Yeomyung, who was wearing a light gray shirt at some point, had been watching Yang Euijoo slowly folding up his sleeves and had inadvertently lowered his head.

Yang Euijoo instantly crumpled his face. As if he really hated it, his ash-colored eyes, covered by his forehead, were full of annoyance.

“Don’t.”

At the stiff voice, Cheon Yeomyung rolled his eyes.

“Can’t I?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll do it one more time.”

“Didn’t you hear me say not to just now?”