Yang’s Master Chapter 3.1 - Monsoon in the Alley

The lips biting his chin didn’t hurt. Perhaps because he knew that Yang Euijoo had a sense of repulsion towards having relations with a man, Cheon Yeomyung did not kiss his mouth. He only gave short kisses to his cheek, the corners of his eyes, and his earlobes. Even after that, everything was extremely slow. The places his lips touched were so ticklish. Whenever he shook his head to rid himself of the feeling of bugs crawling on him, his hair would cling to his skin, feeling coarse.

He was as drained as if he had already reached the climax long ago. Of course, that was only in his mind. With the tips of his toes curled inside his shoes, Yang Euijoo waited like a frightened person for the man’s face to draw near.

Cheon Yeomyung gradually expanded the scope of contact, as if to check just how much Yang Euijoo would permit. The hand that had been holding his chin and cheek moved to grasp his neck. The lips that had been ticklishly tormenting his cheeks and the corners of his eyes slid down his chin. Teeth grazed the nape of his neck, where the carotid artery throbbed faintly. Yang Euijoo wanted to scream, but it didn’t hurt, so the tension was only faint.

Like mist that he had mistaken for rain, a vague thing devoid of any real pain, despite his anxiety, touched his body and accumulated like an experience.

A hand wearing a leather glove pressed against his cheek. His face flushed with a sense of embarrassment. Is this okay? This, too? The man pressed his lips on him again and again as if asking. This led to the hot, wet tip of a tongue lightly licking his upper lip. Overcome by the unfamiliar sensation that arrived even before the revulsion of being kissed by a man, Yang Euijoo hurriedly shook his head.

“Ugh, wait a moment…….”

ZAP! A loud noise erupted as static electricity sparked between the glove and his hair. It was stinging enough to jolt him to his senses. Before he could say it hurt, he first heard a curse, Fuck. The profanity muttered in a low voice sounded like a moan or a sigh. Was it possible to be aroused by a man’s curse? Yang Euijoo felt he could understand, just a tiny bit, the hearts of those beast-like bastards who had fumbled at his waist when he had often been defiant or spat out curses.

Understanding that sexual desire and violence were similar branches of impulse, Yang Euijoo parted his lips. The man’s hand gripping his waist was hot. Despite the glove, his body heat was boiling as if skin were touching skin.

“If you’re okay with it, open your mouth.”

The raspy voice commanded. Yang Euijoo couldn’t say no. Something soft and hot pushed its way between his lips, which were parched from tension. Yang Euijoo thought that there might not be much difference between the temperature of what hung in a man’s groin and another person’s tongue.

He had never taken a man’s member into his mouth, but the heavy sensation currently pressing and rubbing against him from below felt exactly this hot.

It was his first kiss. That is, with a man.

Yang Euijoo came to realize just how shoddy his acts of secretly going back and forth between the first and second-class cabins on the ship to please the wives had been. The kiss with Cheon Yeomyung was rich and ecstatic. It awakened the senses in every corner of his mouth. Soon, a sweet pleasure, regardless of gender, ceaselessly flowed down his throat.

Rough breaths were gasped out. Both of their faces were flushed as if they had run with all their might. Yang Euijoo staggered along, following Cheon Yeomyung who pulled him by the arm. The door that had seemed so easy to escape from grew distant. Yang Euijoo looked at the other’s face as his body was laid on the bed prepared in the room.

A gloved hand slipped under the long hem of his clothes and untied the waist cord. The traditional garments, as if designed for this very purpose, came undone more easily than Western clothes, revealing bare skin. Goosebumps prickled up his thighs.

Cheon Yeomyung, with his eyes fixed on Yang Euijoo, untied his own necktie. The silk necktie flowed down softly, landing on Yang Euijoo’s thigh. The red necktie looked almost like blood pooled on his thigh. Unbuttoning his shirt, Cheon Yeomyung leaned down again. The second kiss was met with less resistance than the first. Or perhaps it was that he didn’t have the chance to feel repulsion because something much bigger was approaching right before him.

“What do you like?”

The man asked tenderly, like someone who would truly do anything for him. Yang Euijoo trembled and shivered, then uttered a single phrase.

“Gently.”

“Hmm.”

Cheon Yeomyung’s eyes curved into long crescents, as if in disappointment. He had a delighted look on his face.

“That’s what I’m worst at.”

Still, I’ll try. With that unhelpful reassurance, lips touched his chest. Yang Euijoo felt the man’s hand enter the wide-open collar of his clothes, but he couldn’t put up any resistance. Like a beast pinned down with a vital point pressed, Yang Euijoo tightly gripped the collar of his half-removed garment. The impulse to immediately tighten the loosened knot and run out of the room and the illusion of wanting to test just how far this unfamiliar sensation could go pounded against his head.

Soon, the man pulled open a drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and took something out. Yang Euijoo recognized it as something he often used in the wives’ bedrooms. Watching the man open the lid of the gel, Yang Euijoo glanced inside the drawer. The most important thing was still inside.

As if reading the question on his face, Cheon Yeomyung answered with a bright smile.

“There’s no chance of you getting pregnant, is there? Though I can cum enough to make you feel like it.”

“What kind of crazy…….”

He wanted to retort something, but what came down his throat was a swallow of tension. The faint fear did not subside. It felt like listening to the shouts of a cult proclaiming that a giant tsunami would swallow Yirang on a stormy day.

“I told you nothing unfair would happen.”

The smooth, soft leather glove pressed down firmly on the skin of his stomach. Yang Euijoo silently looked up at the other man who occupied the center of his wide-open front, which exposed his navel.

“Is it unpleasant that I’m a man?”

Cheon Yeomyung asked.

Yes, it was unpleasant. But Yang Euijoo remained silent.

“Then close your eyes and just feel it. I don’t care if you think it’s a woman doing it for you. You said you like it gentle, right?”

The loose clothing was not in a state to hide his body at all. No longer able to hide himself, Yang Euijoo gave everything to the man. Cheon Yeomyung grabbed both of Yang Euijoo’s arms, which were floundering about not knowing where to go, and made him cover his own eyes. Yang Euijoo panted, having covered his own eyes. The more his vision was blocked and he felt suffocated, the deeper his senses became, as if submerged in water.

In the end, Yang Euijoo covered his eyes with both palms. Darkness and a stinging pain intermingled. He tried hard not to think about whose lips had begun to lick his chest.

“Hgh, uungh…….”

The sharp tip of a tongue licked the peak of his chest. He couldn’t ask why he was sucking on such a thing. The moment he parted his lips, Yang Euijoo hurriedly shut them to find his breath. A pained groan escaped from between his teeth, and from the man’s lips moving on his chest below his chin, a laugh flowed.

After sucking on the sensitively raised nipple for a long while, Cheon Yeomyung moved his body further down. With his eyes covered, Yang Euijoo flinched at the slightest movement. Cheon Yeomyung playfully bit the flushed nipple once, then licked around the hollowed navel. Along with the illusion that this ordinary human flesh was quite sweet, Cheon Yeomyung lifted the cloth that precariously covered his lower half.

There was no way a normal man would get erect from just having his chest and stomach licked a little. Cheon Yeomyung lightly took hold of the penis, limp from excessive tension, in his hand. Yang Euijoo’s waist flinched, but he didn’t run away. The more he wanted to run away, the more he pressed his palms against his eyes.

Cheon Yeomyung poured a little gel onto his palm. The hotel knew his tastes well. The gel was not strongly scented and melted quickly, becoming slippery. The gel that seeped between his fingers thoroughly soaked the penis. It was a good, moderate size. He could see how he had been adored by the noble ladies.

Yang Euijoo probably couldn’t even imagine what he himself looked like. Shoddily covered by a voluminous traditional garment made of black silk, Yang Euijoo panted helplessly at the act of being caressed as his penis was slid through the hotly melted gel. His knees and chest were flushed and mottled. Watching the scene, Cheon Yeomyung felt a sticky sweetness, as if slowly melting and eating something innocent.

Why go through all this trouble? Because it was worth it. Gently stroking the cutely hardening penis to make it feel good, Cheon Yeomyung kissed him. Still unable to remove the hands covering his eyes, Yang Euijoo mindlessly parted his lips. He now seemed to not even know what was being done to him.

Does he not masturbate? Cheon Yeomyung wondered about the other’s sex life as he lightly flicked his wrist.

“Ah!”

As if in response, Yang Euijoo’s shrill scream rang out. Cheon Yeomyung forcibly pressed down on the flinching body, which seemed unable to bear even the slightest stimulation, and put strength into the hand caressing the penis. A loud, squelching sound echoed. The penis cried out that it felt good no matter how it was touched. It seems he’s not one to enjoy masturbation. Cheon Yeomyung, enjoying the sensitively responding body, firmly pressed the tip of the glans with his thumb.

The shrill scream, which sounded like a sob, was swallowed by the tip of a tongue and went down Cheon Yeomyung’s throat. He sweetly gulped down Yang Euijoo’s cry.

“Quite spirited.”

A delighted voice rang out, as if reproaching Yang Euijoo. He couldn’t have missed the tears that had trickled out, but Yang Euijoo still couldn’t remove the hands covering his eyes.

“I’m doing my best for you, but you keep trembling and making a person feel disappointed.”

He wanted to tell him to shut up, but Yang Euijoo only panted breathlessly, suffering from the aftereffects of his ejaculation. His most vulnerable part was still held in the man’s hand. Cheon Yeomyung looked at the semen splattered on his black glove and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Yang Euijoo would probably regret his choice to cover his eyes, yet he would never be able to remove them. That’s how it always is. How can one who has once closed his eyes see anything clearly? Cheon Yeomyung stuck out the tip of his tongue and lightly licked the semen, which seemed to have a fresh scent.

It tasted exactly as he had first imagined. A sweetness that needed to be melted slowly, with great effort.

Cheon Yeomyung brought the semen-stained glove straight to the back. The limp body trembled once more, but it couldn’t escape. Cheon Yeomyung pressed down firmly with his whole body so that Yang Euijoo could not escape. Yang Euijoo let out a gasp, as if weighed down. The pounding of his chest was so loud it seemed audible outside.

Being this scared, yet you want to do it with a man. Cheon Yeomyung looked down at Yang Euijoo, who was so cute he wanted to kill him, and unhesitatingly spread his buttocks and pushed a finger into the tightly closed inside.

“……!”

Yang Euijoo thrashed at the unfamiliar pain. Pressing down on Yang Euijoo, who struggled like a trapped animal, with his heavy body, Cheon Yeomyung put strength into his finger. The leather, slick with a sticky liquid, pushed hard against the soft inner walls.

Yes.

This is the kind of sight I eat sweets for. The man, not hiding his mood, picked up the gel bottle again. Yang Euijoo trembled as he felt something cold being poured generously over his bare lower half.

The black leather glove entered a place it shouldn’t have, delivering an unpleasant sensation. Tears that his palms couldn’t properly absorb flowed down the gaps and wet his cheeks. Even so, it didn’t seem like the man who was pressing down on his shoulders and thighs and mounted on top of him would give up his actions and pull away.

“Shh, good boy.”

A soft reassurance caressed Yang Euijoo’s shoulder. Sweeping up the limp penis again and gently rubbing its tip to forcibly induce arousal, Cheon Yeomyung lightly bent his finger. Each time the tightly pleated inner wall stretched, Yang Euijoo flailed like a drowning person. Through the gaps of his trembling hands, unable to control his tears, his ruined face was visible.

Self-loathing, the repulsion of being held by a man, a faint pleasure, and a sense of sinfulness. It was Cheon Yeomyung’s favorite face.

“Where would he like it the most.”

The man, muttering playfully as if humming a song, randomly prodded here and there inside the tight walls. Yang Euijoo curled his body and grabbed the man’s hair. The man, who he thought would be displeased by a mere lover daring to grab him, actually looked pleased when Yang Euijoo’s hand touched him.

Cheon Yeomyung quickly pressed his lips to the corner of his eye. Unlike Yang Euijoo, who was now barely covered by a scrap of silk cloth, Cheon Yeomyung was still in his Western suit with only his necktie loosened. Only after Yang Euijoo’s gaze fell on his attire did Cheon Yeomyung unbutton his shirt.

The shiny mother-of-pearl buttons were undone one by one, and the shirt, tailored to fit his body perfectly, slid down. Yang Euijoo had sometimes looked at Cheon Yeomyung and thought he looked like a businessman, but if he had seen his bare body first, he probably would not have dared to think such a thing.

Cheon Yeomyung was not a boss who was lazy about exercising. He took the initiative to train his body, and the symbolic scars accumulated for over 10 years since he turned twenty proved his position.

Yang Euijoo saw the long, distinct scar running from just below his ribs to his pelvis. Noticing his gaze, Cheon Yeomyung moved his lips.

“Why, curious?”

The scar, which didn’t look like it was from a single stab, was clearly a fatal wound. Cheon Yeomyung just smiled, recalling the pain like having his intestines carved out. This was the scar his father had given him on the day he turned twenty. Still, he lived, and his father died, so the winner was, of course, Cheon Yeomyung.

There were many other scars besides that one. Pierced by a bullet, burned by fire, constantly threatened with knives. Yang Euijoo, who was only looking at his upper body, wouldn’t know, but there was also a scar on his ankle from a guy he thought was dead who had crawled over and slashed him with a knife.

In this line of work, it was common for fatal, life-threatening wounds to remain as scars, regardless of rank or status. Cheon Yeomyung tapped Yang Euijoo’s cheek once with his wet glove and then bent his waist. Yang Euijoo closed his eyes, feeling the man’s touch grabbing and fumbling with his body. He couldn’t help but tense his jaw, even though he tried not to.

A finger entered his ravaged lower parts again. He knew it was a cold leather glove, not human skin, fumbling with his inner walls, but Yang Euijoo couldn’t express any displeasure about it. Soon, his protest was forgotten by the stimulation that returned to his stomach. There had been guys on the ship who had fumbled with his body, so Yang Euijoo was not unaware of where men did it with each other.

But, do we really have to go this far…… Seeing Yang Euijoo’s slightly panicked state, Cheon Yeomyung did not stop. Another finger pushed into the forcibly and tightly spread inner walls. Watching Yang Euijoo’s stomach flatten, Cheon Yeomyung leisurely moved his well-muscled upper body. It was pitiful to see him trembling so pathetically, unable to even properly take a finger.

At the finger poking and pushing the tightly clenching insides, the pressed-down Yang Euijoo squirmed like a bug caught on the sole of a shoe and let his head fall to the side.

“It’s going to… tear.”

The only thing he could manage to say was the excuse that it would tear. Hmm. Cheon Yeomyung was about to say what’s the big deal, but then he barely remembered Yang Euijoo’s request.

He asked me to be gentle.

Cheon Yeomyung was quite good at being gentle, too. It was just that he was worse at it than other things.

The man slowly withdrew his fingers from the tight inside. The place that had been completely sealed tight opened just a little, the red insides twitching faintly. It looked like a reflection of Yang Euijoo’s own transformation. Just as the face that had been so reluctant with all its might when he first rang the bell had gradually come to accept his presence.

Cheon Yeomyung drew a questionable smile inwardly and bent his body. His knees pressed into the soft bed mattress, and he moved downwards as if crawling on the floor. Yang Euijoo, who had been gritting his teeth to endure the pain, widened his eyes blankly, not understanding the sensation he had just felt for a moment, and soon let out a scream.

“Crazy, don’t do it!”

“Why?”

Cheon Yeomyung, who was holding and embracing his legs, blinked his eyes innocently, as if he didn’t know what he had just done.

“Why the fuck are you, licking… there!”

There wasn’t even a reply. Yang Euijoo threw his chin up toward the ceiling. He rubbed his sweat-drenched palms on the bedsheets. Splotchy stains appeared on the flawless white fabric. The wet tongue didn’t just stop at sweeping the entrance but delved inside. It was an unwanted invasion, at least for Yang Euijoo, but he, being held captive, had no choice but to lie naked with his legs forcibly spread open and helplessly feel the man licking his insides.

It was more grotesque than the sensation of his penis being kneaded at will, and his hole being dug into with the fluid that had slickly dripped from the tip of his glans. The inside of his thighs was softer than a palm made of calluses and minor scratches. He deliberately stimulated him by pressing the crease of his groin with his fingertips, and as he licked the squirming parts below, the pleading, crying sounds grew louder and louder.

Soon, a sound, louder and more viscous than the sound of crying, echoed in the spacious room. Every time the hot, soft thing dug deep inside, the sound of air escaping and a squelching sound mixed together and beat against his eardrums. It would have been better when he was being tormented by the fingers of a hand that hadn’t even taken off its glove.

“Hah, ah.”

A person’s insides are hot. A scorching heat, as if a flame had been thrown into his stomach, frantically licked the embarrassing spot. The man, as if it were nothing to be doing such a thing, unhesitatingly licked every nook and cranny deep inside.

“Uungh, no, ah!”

A shamed voice bounced off the ceiling. He says no? Cheon Yeomyung, while licking Yang Euijoo’s underside, resisted the urge to tease him and continued his sticky caresses. Whether it was because a soft, warm tongue was better than something hard and alien, Yang Euijoo couldn’t even struggle properly and just panted with his body held rigidly taut.

Listening to the sweet moans ringing above his head, he forcefully sucked on the hole that was slick and wet with saliva. Giving oral wasn’t something Cheon Yeomyung particularly enjoyed, but he was good at everything. Just because he didn’t like it didn’t mean he couldn’t do it. After pushing his tongue into the narrow hole for a while and savoring it as if enjoying a taste, he finally pulled his lips away only after the inside had become so limply unraveled and gooey that it couldn’t even clench around a tongue or finger. No matter how deep he pushed his tongue in, it couldn’t be better than being caressed by fingers, yet the sight of the hole, gaping and twitching, looked as if a penis had already been thrust into it three or four times.

“Mmm.”

Cheon Yeomyung, seeing Yang Euijoo’s penis half-erect and twitching again, slowly rubbed his tongue, which had a lingering bittersweet and strange taste, with the tip of his glove. Yang Euijoo looked dazed, as if he had already mentally come a couple of times from being licked below. Looking at the flushed, feverish face, at the gray eyes filled with tears that blinked feebly at the ceiling, Cheon Yeomyung grabbed the limp legs and spread them wide.

Then he thrust his fingers into the spread-open bottom and pried it open with all his might. Yang Euijoo, unable to mentally accept the pleasure he had received, lowered his head at the stimulus that followed. The man, who had taken his place between the wantonly spread legs, was looking at his nether regions with interest, as if excavating some ancient relic.

Fuck. As if to shake off the sweat at the corner of his eye, Yang Euijoo squeezed his eyes shut. And then he regretted it. He should have never opened his eyes again. Yang Euijoo, who stupidly checked below like a bug throwing itself into a flame in search of light, let out a sound without realizing it, “Huh?”

Cheon Yeomyung, who had at some point unbuckled his pants and taken out only his penis, was holding his own member in his hand as he slightly lifted his head to look at Yang Euijoo.

“Oh, dear.”

The man leisurely chided his partner who had looked at his body during sex.

“You were keeping your eyes closed so well, why did you open them?”

I want to run away. Yang Euijoo muttered inwardly. But it seemed that the words had also escaped his lips a little.

“Why, you didn’t know it would be like this?”

The man said with a laugh. Along with words close to a scolding, Cheon Yeomyung grabbed the trembling legs and spread them wide open to the sides. The shock of his groin being so starkly revealed under the fragmented light was less than the shock that it could be spread that wide.

The insertion was close to the sensation of a bullet lodging in his head. Yang Euijoo struggled, but he had already been pierced by the man’s hard, erect penis. The calloused heels of his feet slid over the soft blankets, disheveling them. Yang Euijoo tried hard not to think about what had happened on the ship when he was a child. And every time he tried, he heard Cheon Yeomyung’s soft, placating voice.

“You have to breathe.”

No. It wasn’t a placation, but a command.

“It, hurts……, hgh, ah.”

A sound like a gasping fish barely came out. Looking at the tear-streaked face, Cheon Yeomyung laughed in an apologetic way. He was really being gentle, so if he whimpered, he didn’t know what he should do.

“It hurts.”

Yang Euijoo finally sobbed. His whole body felt like it was being torn to shreds. He barely held back the urge to cry his eyes out from a pain more severe than the beatings he had received as a child. He didn’t want to cry foolishly like that during sex, of all things. He had already had to give up on a lot at the point where tears were streaming down his face, but Yang Euijoo did his best to make a stupid protest.

“Fuck, it fucking……, it fucking hurts, you know.”

Watching Yang Euijoo, who was shedding tears while frantically tightening his insides, Cheon Yeomyung clicked his tongue. He was tightening with enough force to nearly sever him. Sucking, licking, prodding. He had given him all the foreplay he could, yet he was still complaining, making it seem like the owner’s personality and body were quite separate.

“I am being gentle.”

He had touched him with his hands, licked him with his mouth, and sufficiently loosened him up below. But if he was still crying that it hurt, that was not something Cheon Yeomyung could solve.

“Crazy. Fuck, just cut it off or something…….”

A chuckle escaped. He couldn’t just cut it off for his cute new lover. Instead of placating Yang Euijoo, Cheon Yeomyung decided to finish it quickly.

Yang Euijoo couldn’t even say that it hurt. Something like a forearm was jabbing at him, as if to rip through the skin of his stomach. There was no hesitation in its delving into the narrow inside. Whether it didn’t matter if he tore, or if there was a belief that he wouldn’t tear, was something he would only find out after it was all over.

In any case, during that act, if this was what dating was, Yang Euijoo sincerely wanted it to end quickly, and if he could, he wanted to break up immediately. But he couldn’t escape the motions of the body that was fucking him hard from below. His penis bulged up, pushing against the skin of his stomach. The penis, of a size he was certain couldn’t fit all the way in, mashed his inner walls as if his asshole were its home.

Every time the thick tip of the glans jabbed a strange spot, Yang Euijoo was surprised to see his own penis stand erect and drip something. Why, when my body feels like it’s being split in half from the pain? As he mumbled, he heard laughter from somewhere. His vision was blurry, so he couldn’t tell who was laughing.

His body was pulled down sharply, then with a thwack, it was thrust deeply upwards. A pounding sound throbbed as if his heart had been placed next to his ear. From the widely spread, twitching hole, there was a squelching sound of something being sucked in.

“Ah!”

Yang Euijoo let out a shrill scream. But after that, no other sound came out. With his body impaled by the man, Yang Euijoo trembled violently.

It wasn’t like this when I took a finger, or something like that, I think…….

“I think I’m going to break, hgh…….”

As if he was meant to take a man’s cock from the very beginning, Yang Euijoo whimpered, his expanded hole twitching.

“You’re doing well, so why.”

For a first-timer, wasn’t he taking a penis that far exceeded the average size all the way to the end and still twitching as if it wasn’t enough? Cheon Yeomyung looked at Yang Euijoo, who was limp like a doll, his limbs dangling as he was shaken, holding onto the backs of his knees. Even without being touched, everything that should be erect was erect, and he was enjoying it more the deeper he was stabbed. He had been quite powerless near the entrance, but as soon as he started to be rammed inside, he couldn’t even keep his senses straight and was feebly spurting semen.

“Of course you won’t break, you’re taking it so well.”

The man’s cackling laugh was as low-quality as a thug’s. Yang Euijoo held his breath, feeling the mass of the penis that had dug into him to the point of suffocation reach the very end of his widely spread folds.

“No matter how good it feels, you still have to breathe.”

It was a voice that seemed to be generously placating him, yet also scolding him. Cheon Yeomyung gently rubbed the end of the penis, tightly gripped by flesh, with his fingertips. Soon, warm lips pressed down on his tear-stained cheek and disheveled mouth. Yang Euijoo slowly released the breath he had been holding, following his lead. The breath that finally burst out after being held for so long resembled that of ecstasy.

His stomach was drenched, as if water had been spilled on it. His knees and inner thighs, struck by the metal buckle of a dangling belt, were red. Watching Yang Euijoo, who kept muttering that it hurt like a broken doll, Cheon Yeomyung firmly pressed the inside of the inner wall. Once again, semen spurted like a droplet from Yang Euijoo’s pink penis.

“No, no……, don’t.”

The mumbling voice was so pitiful that it would make one break into a bitter smile.

“……I should give you the nickname ‘faucet’.”

Cheon Yeomyung spoke the truth as if it were a joke. Yang Euijoo did not hear him properly. The leather glove that held his face, which was crying more than it was spurting semen, wiped his wet cheek and covered his lips. A flushed tongue licked the black glove as if it were a penis. Cheon Yeomyung felt the red body heat that was imperceptible through the wet leather as he lowered his head and kissed him.

I hate men. If I like a man’s cock this much, I might actually hate it, shibal. Having barely swallowed a few vulgar words, he caught Yang Euijoo, who was trying to escape by baring his teeth, and devoured him. A loud noise was made every time their joined lower bodies collided. After thrusting like that just five times, semen splattered onto his cheek and the nape of his neck. Cheon Yeomyung stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked off the thin semen clinging to the edge of his own lower lip.

The hip bones, standing out sharply, swayed clumsily. Yang Euijoo, panting while staring into the distance, seemed to not even know what he was doing. He muttered that he was broken as he swayed his hips. He searched for the root to push the man’s penis, which was sticking out at an angle, further in. He thought it was amazing how he had managed to run away so well for over twenty years while feeling this good. Cheon Yeomyung grabbed the buttocks where his penis was inserted and forced them apart. Instead of screaming that it hurt, his cheeks flushed.

“Hgh, ugh, ah……!”

Well, a lover who feels so good in bed to the point of being an idiot is always cute. He would treat him gently. Gently. As Yang Euijoo wished, he pushed his penis all the way to the root into his stomach and then thrust roughly a few more times.

The moment he pressed and spread the folds of the inner wall and jabbed the end of his innards, his thin chest heaved. Feeling the inner walls sucking and pulling so hard that the outline of the penis was visible under the skin of his lower abdomen, Cheon Yeomyung leisurely came. Yang Euijoo, with a dazed expression as he felt the semen drenching his insides, was truly cute.

Cheon Yeomyung pulled up his lips into a smile and kissed Yang Euijoo with that very face.

“Uungh…….”

Grabbing the body that could not come to its senses at all, Cheon Yeomyung sat him on his own lap. Since he hadn’t pulled out after coming, his penis must have been poking an uncomfortable spot inside, as Yang Euijoo groaned in pain. It was a pitiful whimper, but Cheon Yeomyung didn’t bother to change their position. If he could feel this much from the very beginning, he would soon come to like it no matter what was thrust into him.

How far can I teach him? He hummed the melody of the pop song he most enjoyed listening to these days as he lifted the slender, thin body, which was small compared to his own, and plunged it sharply downwards. Yang Euijoo, as if to say that was his original position, spread his arms and legs wide and let out a shrill moan. Soon, lewd noises once again defiled the ears in the room. It was a frantic sex session, to the point that an act carried out in a red-light district that coveted vulgarity would be cleaner and more straightforward.

Swaying in the dizzying pleasure and pain he was experiencing for the first time, Yang Euijoo thought. Cheon Yeomyung was really good. He was as gentle as he had declared, and that gentleness immediately plunged Yang Euijoo into hell. It was good. It was so good he wondered if it was possible to feel this good.

Could he even have refused?

Yang Euijoo looked ahead, drenched in tears. The man’s face was focused. He was engrossed, he was agonizing, and his concentration once again ate away at Yang Euijoo.

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While Yang Euijoo was lost in a pleasure he had never experienced in his life, Yirang was on the verge of the end of a grueling summer. It was not the irritating heat but the noisy clamor of dawn that opened the morning. At the vacuum-like takeoff sound of an airplane that shook the whole house, Yang Euijoo lifted his noise-weary eyelids.

“Is it morning already?”

A husky voice served as a greeting. Yang Euijoo, finding it strange that he no longer got goosebumps from the bare skin of the man hugging him from behind and rubbing against him, answered that it was.

His throat, which had cried out all through the dawn, was damaged to a grating degree. Shibal, how annoying. Yang Euijoo cast his eyes down and swallowed the aftereffects of sex.

“It’s so dark in here, I can’t tell what time it is…….”

A voice thick with morning sleep stumbles out, pushing aside the air that is sticky with the heat. Yang Euijoo detached himself coldly, just enough not to anger Cheon Yeomyung, and turned his head. The man, who didn’t fit in with the chimney house where light seeped through the cracks, smiled bashfully and kissed his cheek. The just-woken Cheon Yeomyung knew how to smile as innocently as a waking child.

Of course, Yang Euijoo could not get used to such a sight. A smile that made light of the tens of thousands of deeds and murders that had created his notoriety, wasn’t it excessively incongruous?

“Ah, I don’t want to go back.”

Surprisingly, Cheon Yeomyung would visit Yang Euijoo and often spend a day in Yirang. They would have relations in the chimney house and then sleep side by side. The man, who looked like he would leave at any moment dressed in his Western suit, acted as if this dirty alley was nothing to him. Cheon Yeomyung slept and woke up with Yang Euijoo, and when he was in a good mood, he would call him ‘Euijoo-ya.’ The man, who was a heavy sleeper, did not match the living pattern of Yang Euijoo, who started his day early in the dawn, and would sometimes cling to his side and whine to sleep more. And Yang Euijoo gradually became accustomed to all of it.

A more intimate hand fumbled with his chest. The smooth texture of leather persistently tickled somewhere on his chest. Before the arduous work of the morning could begin, Yang Euijoo quickly escaped from Cheon Yeomyung’s arm. The top floor where the bed was located was the narrowest and most precarious, so if he sat on the bed and lowered his feet, he would sometimes step on empty air. Yang Euijoo, having overcome the threat of falling to his death today as well, stepped on the footboard with a sound and turned his back.

The man who sat up in bed burst out laughing upon seeing Yang Euijoo, who had fled as swiftly as a cat. His face was tinged with fatigue, as if he had slept poorly in the uncomfortable place. It was amazing that he could still be handsome despite that. Looking at the eyes that shone even in the dim house, Yang Euijoo felt a brief thought.

A person’s ability to adapt is amazing. He had never thought he could live alone in a district like this, but he did, and he had never even dreamed of meeting a man, but he ended up meeting one. The relations were still accompanied by pain, but he had come to realize with his body that, in any case, a man was finished as soon as he got it up.

“Breakfast?”

“What do you mean, breakfast.”

I’m tired. Yang Euijoo, grabbing his aching waist from the pain he was now somewhat used to, shambled over and picked up a t-shirt that had fallen in the second-floor living room. He didn’t know what they had done, but the middle of the large t-shirt was stained with semen. Aish, shibal. Yang Euijoo grumbled, shook the t-shirt down, and took out a new one.

“Still, you should have breakfast. How about some black tea with rose petals and well-toasted bread?”

Cheon Yeomyung was talking nonsense. Did he get shot in the head while sleeping? Yang Euijoo didn’t even bother to reply and rummaged through Cheon Yeomyung’s jacket at will to take out a cigarette. Cheon Yeomyung leaned his body precariously outwards and looked down. The scent of sweat, shed a little in the sweltering heat of the previous night, could be felt on the well-organized muscles of his upper body. It was a thoroughly manly body.

A face peeking out between the old stairs smiled innocently. The morning when the sun rises and the daytime were suffocatingly hot, and he had to rely on a single sputtering fan to cool off, yet he looked to be in a good mood. Is it because he’s feeling comfortable inside? Yang Euijoo, feeling suffocated inside, took a cigarette from the pack and put it between his lips.

“It’s too bleak to just sleep and go, let’s have a cup of tea together.”

“Yes, yes.”

“A light?”

“I’d be grateful if you gave me one.”

As soon as the indifferent reply came out, the man nimbly jumped down to the second floor. It was a scene like a petty thief jumping over a railing, but it was strangely cool. The man, who felt no shame wearing only his underwear, rummaged through his outer clothes scattered on the middle floor and took out a match. The match that came out of the deep blue matchbox was sacrificed to the cigarette in Yang Euijoo’s mouth, then broke in half and fell helplessly to the floor. With the cigarette between his lips, Yang Euijoo reached out and pushed open the window above the long door. Today too, it was drizzling from early in the morning. This year’s rainy season was exceptionally long.

The outside scenery was visible through the narrow window. Today, a ghost-like shadow could be seen from early on. An unpleasant guilt appeared out of nowhere. Even at this moment when selling his body had become natural. Yang Euijoo silently watched it flicker in the dirty street.

“Should I put honey in your tea?”

“……Yes.”

Yang Euijoo tore his gaze away from the shadow. He held a tin cup with a spoonful of honey in the hot tea and closed the narrow window. The tea he drank after ignoring the stuffy feeling, as if a thick fog had risen to his chin, had no taste even with the honey. Merely chewing on the tip of his tongue, which had been burned by the hot water, Yang Euijoo waited for the unpleasant guilt to disappear while he drank his tea.

Lately, a madwoman lived in Yirang. She walked the streets barefoot, grabbing passersby and asking if they had seen her husband. People said the woman had lost her mind and would suffer an unsightly fate, but they still pitied her. He would sometimes witness the wives who lived nearby wrapping steamed potatoes or pieces of dry bread in their aprons and giving them to her.

Yang Euijoo put down the finished cup and stood up. At the bottom of the cup, a little honey remained, not properly dissolved, and Cheon Yeomyung was getting up and changing his clothes. It was the Western suit he had tossed off before having relations yesterday. Cheon Yeomyung did not come to see Yang Euijoo carelessly. The body that wore expensive clothes was elegant, even if it had large and small scars scattered all over. Yang Euijoo watched the firmly defined abs disappear under the shirt, then averted his gaze.

The man, transformed into an appearance not much different from when he arrived yesterday, did not forget to change into a pair of gloves and then tidied up his clothes once more. Having spent quite a lot of time with Cheon Yeomyung, Yang Euijoo had learned that he wore gloves to an obsessive degree. It’s obvious, since he doesn’t even take them off during sex. It was still amazing that a man with such severe mysophobia would set foot in Yirang and even sleep there.

“Why are you looking at me with those eyes?”

“Because you’re ridiculously handsome.”

But if I say something like this honestly, I’ll probably end up dead and discovered on some fishing boat by the docks, right? Instead of the words he wanted to say, Yang Euijoo offered a canned compliment as if giving alms to a beggar. Cheon Yeomyung, sensing that there was no sincerity in Yang Euijoo’s compliment, let out a short laugh.

“You’re the first person to react so indifferently to my face.”

“Ah, is that so…….”

Although not a single book existed in Yang Euijoo’s life, he knew that the line was a cliché from a romance novel.

“That face again.”

Looking at the face caked with annoyance, Cheon Yeomyung cackled and pressed his lips audibly against Yang Euijoo’s cheek. Ugh. Yang Euijoo finally spat out a sound of overt dislike. His face, puffy with fatigue, seemed to have given up even the slightest pretense these days. I like that he’s not scared like before. Cheon Yeomyung looked cutely at Yang Euijoo, who, while having given up his pride to the point of abandoning his human rights in most matters, did not hide his dislike.

“I quite like the apothecary’s face. You’re my type, I fell in love at first sight. Mmm, what other lines were there…….”

“Aren’t you busy?”

The reluctant face finally pushed him away. Instead of reprimanding Yang Euijoo for his uncomfortable face, Cheon Yeomyung put on his jacket, which was limp from being emptied of cigarettes.

“I have to go now.”

Cheon Yeomyung does not say when he will come again.

“Ah, don’t forget what I ordered.”

But he did remind him of the task he had to do. Yang Euijoo decided not to perceive this as unreasonable. He just watched the man who squeezed his body into the narrow door and pressed one eye shut firmly. With a jingle of the bell, Cheon Yeomyung left the chimney house without a goodbye.

When will he come again? Yang Euijoo thought, looking at the dry ground. The periods of Cheon Yeomyung’s visits to Yang Euijoo were irregular. Sometimes he would come back in a day, sometimes he would show his face after a week, and sometimes he would send his subordinate to summon Yang Euijoo outside of Yirang.

Not knowing when or where he would meet Cheon Yeomyung was a very stressful thing. Looking at the dim sky where the sun had not yet risen, Yang Euijoo let out a light sigh. He still didn’t know if his choice was the right one. Cheon Yeomyung was generous to his lover and often bought him gifts. Yang Euijoo now had so many new clothes that he had thrown away all his old ones.

In a way, catching his eye could have been a fortunate thing. That is, if Yang Euijoo didn’t get too greedy. In fact, Cheon Yeomyung didn’t even create situations where Yang Euijoo could get greedy. He was the type to first ask if there was anything he wanted or needed, and he would even observe carefully where Yang Euijoo’s gaze went and then take care of it for him. Fresh fruits, vegetables. The variety ranged from trivial things to shoes and cream for his rough hands.

Some of those items might have been more expensive than the house he lived in. If so, could this be considered a reversal of fortune in life?

But that was all. Yang Euijoo silently looked at the inside of the house, which showed no trace of Cheon Yeomyung’s stay, and then closed the door.

It was time for the pharmacy’s door to open, just like any other day. People who were selling things gathered in the street. The customers were still beggars, vagrants, prostitutes, gambling addicts, pickpockets, and opium addicts.

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It was a day when it had been drizzling since morning. Not long after the sun rose, dark clouds began to gather. Yang Euijoo, who was about to eat lunch, realized he had run out of salt. He glanced at the sky, which showed no sign of clearing, and opened his umbrella. With his face half-hidden by a black, generously sized umbrella, Yang Euijoo stepped out onto the sticky street. Soon, muddy water dirtied his shoes.

“Linda, are you there?”

He buys most of his things from Linda. The general store he found with familiarity was dusty, and only the sound of a fan whirring was loud. Linda, who should have been sitting at the counter knitting diligently, was nowhere to be seen. Yang Euijoo placed his hand on a dusty shelf and turned his head this way and that.

“Linda?”

In the silence, only Yang Euijoo’s voice echoed in the not-so-spacious general store. He folded the umbrella, which was dripping with rainwater, and leaned it against a shelf, then slowly walked into the store. The store, barely illuminated by the gray light coming through the window, was dark.

Yang Euijoo was fumbling along the wall when he bumped into something with his shoe and looked down. A few irregularly stacked matchboxes were rolling on the floor. Yang Euijoo picked up a matchbox. On the yellow-painted matchbox, words blurred by the rainwater were printed.

The moment he tried to read the fumbling letters, a door opened somewhere.

“Mmm, it’s the apothecary.”

Linda came out of a door that was pressed right against the gray wall. Yang Euijoo stood up, holding the matchbox in his hand.

“……Linda.”

Linda, holding her familiar knitting in her hand, closed the door and walked slowly. It had the heavy feeling of an old turtle crawling on the ground. Yang Euijoo flinched like someone caught stealing.

“Why are you being so furtive? Like someone who’s committed a crime.”

Pointing out his shrunken posture, Linda passed by Yang Euijoo as if nothing was wrong. Putting on the reading glasses that always sat on her nose, and returning to her usual spot, Linda readjusted her knitting needles and picked a ball of yarn. Only then did the general store look as it used to. Yang Euijoo, with a look of relief he was unaware of, approached Linda.

Linda, inserting a needle into the old yarn, glanced at Yang Euijoo.

“I hear you’re living in the snake’s den these days.”

“Ah, ah…….”

Come to think of it, he had completely ignored Linda’s warning. He had never intended to. Yang Euijoo scratched his head and laughed out of awkwardness. Things had gotten strangely twisted. There had never been a time without incidents and accidents in Yirang, but somehow he kept getting entangled with Cheon Yeomyung and forming a connection. From being hospitalized, to the blatant favors and the relationship he couldn’t refuse……. His foolish head had forgotten Linda’s words and the fear, and had become intoxicated with complacency.

Seeing Yang Euijoo’s faintly flushed cheeks, Linda shook her head and pulled the light cord hanging from above. With the clicking sound of the switch, the dark general store lit up.

“I knew it. You’re not the first or second one around here whose life has been ruined by being completely seduced by that snake bastard.”

Linda clicked her tongue as she unwrapped a throat lozenge and put it in her mouth. After some thought, Yang Euijoo grabbed a can of mango juice at will and sat across from Linda. Linda pulled the fan, which had been rotating here and there, and fixed it towards Yang Euijoo.

“Well. It just, kind of happened as I was living.”

He keeps making excuses that are not excuses. Seeing Yang Euijoo who couldn’t meet her eyes and just fiddled with the juice can, Linda shook her head as she wound yarn around her needle.

“You slept with him, didn’t you?”

The way the old woman, who looked like she might ascend to heaven at any moment, spoke was truly blunt. At Linda’s attitude, which was quite different from the furtive and crawling Teacher Chui, Yang Euijoo found himself telling a lie without realizing it.

“N-no, I didn’t.”

“Aigo, what do you mean, no? Did mosquitoes bite all over your neck?”

Gasp. Yang Euijoo quickly covered his neck with his hands. Linda looked at Yang Euijoo with a pathetic expression, as if to say, what’s the use of covering it now.

“You really are stupid at the most important times.”

“…….”

“That’s why you got involved with a guy like Du Shanchong as soon as you arrived in Yirang.”

Sigh. Linda let out a sigh and moved her stopped hands. The dreary gray knitting yarn was something he hadn’t seen before. She must have finished the pink shawl she was knitting before. Yang Euijoo lowered his eyes, watching Linda’s hands move diligently. The canned mango juice tasted as if a spoonful of mango juice had been mixed with water.

“I should have picked you up instead.”

“I’m honored.”

“I’m saying you have bad luck with people.”

“Mmm.”

She doesn’t let things go easily. Yang Euijoo, who had come to buy salt but ended up getting scolded, still couldn’t hide his embarrassed smile and forced himself to drink the tasteless juice. This can was probably as expensive as the salt.

“You shuddered at the thought of men, and yet it’s come to this.”

“I used to be like that in the past.”

“Wouldn’t it have been better if you had just settled down, grabbed a decent girl and gotten married early? Cheon Yeomyung’s head is screwed on in a strange place, he doesn’t touch people who are already taken.”

That was truly belated advice. Yang Euijoo looked back on his life where he had nothing to fill out a marriage registration form with and laughed awkwardly. It was a shy smile that his birth mother, who had raised the young Yang Euijoo, might have seen a little of.

How could his mother have closed her eyes alone, leaving that child behind. Linda shook her head as she looked at the flushed face. Linda, who had run the general store for a long time and had grown indifferent to most incidents and accidents, still remembered when Yang Euijoo had suddenly started wandering around Yirang. His body was so starved that his bones showed, and only his eyes gleamed fiercely. And that thin body pathologically avoided the seaside.

In the end, Li Su picked him up and fed him until he looked like a person. His looks, which were not properly visible when he was skin and bones, were revealed only after a few more months when he had put on more weight. Who would have known that the guy who lived while being spat on by passersby for being dirty and messy would turn out like that after being made into a human? Linda clicked her tongue upon realizing, after counting three times in a row, that she had dropped a stitch.

“Don’t worry too much. I have no intention of getting attached.”

Yang Euijoo opened his mouth to appease what might have been Linda’s concern. The small yellow matchbox in his hand made a rattling sound every time it was flipped over and over.

“I’m just thinking of it as a way to make money. Linda, how long do you think I’ll have to live in that strange house? I’m going to move to a bigger house. It would be even better if I could get out of Yirang.”

“You’re smart.”

Linda shook her head as she stuck a knitting needle firmly into a small hole threaded with yarn.

“You’re too smart for your own good. It would have been better if you had hoped to live in luxury with Cheon Yeomyung’s money or power.”

“……Don’t I look like I’m living in luxury with his money?”

“A guy who’s living in luxury is still staying in Yirang? How foolish. People like us have to live simply. If you think too much like you do, you’ll die quickly.”

Isn’t that too much of a curse? Instead of getting angry at Linda’s nasty words, Yang Euijoo just grumbled lightly. Then he opened Linda’s throat lozenge container and casually put a candy in his own mouth. Linda, who had stopped counting her stitches, wriggled the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose and said.

“Pay up.”

“No extras?”

“Not these days.”

“Life is tough.”

Hearing the casual reply, Linda fiddled with the gray yarn, which was no different from the rainy sky, and then put down her needle. The melancholy-colored yarn seemed to have been a bad choice no matter how she looked at it.

“Does he treat you well?”

“Well…….”

Yang Euijoo shrugged his shoulders.

“He does treat me well.”

This was the truth. Cheon Yeomyung treated Yang Euijoo really well. It couldn’t be helped that he felt a lingering sense of unease the better he was treated, but he didn’t raise a hand to Yang Euijoo or use violent language.

He even tried to accommodate him as much as possible in bed for Yang Euijoo, who was not yet used to relations with men. There were times when they ended things with just masturbation or rubbing against the skin without insertion and went to sleep. If only he could split the thing attached to his lower half in half, he could be called a perfect lover.

“He’s handsome, too.”

“If you’re only going by looks, he’s a saint.”

Linda, who knew Cheon Yeomyung well, let out a sigh. Yang Euijoo swallowed a laugh and closed his eyes. Yes, on the outside, Cheon Yeomyung was a very perfect lover.

“Just give me the salt. I came here to buy salt.”