Midday Guest Chapter 35

“That bathhouse back then?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Are you close?”

“We’ve been friends since we were little.”

Yiwon slunk up into a sitting position. As he set his phone down and stole glances at Cha Seokjoo, the man set down a new electric fan and approached Yiwon’s side.

“You had enough composure to hang onto your phone and linger with a gentle smile?”

“…People don’t usually work much during summer days. You can collapse from heatstroke.”

“I didn’t mean it in that sense. It’s just that I’m starting to feel like I let you off too easy last night.”

“……”

Let him off easy.

If his memory served him right, Cha Seokjoo had ejaculated three times last night. That was three times by Cha Seokjoo’s standards; the number of times Yiwon had ejaculated was beyond counting.

Yiwon subtly pulled his face back. If he got caught again just by being nearby… the moment that thought occurred, his forearm was grabbed, and he was dragged toward him.

“You try to pull your face away the moment you feel disadvantaged.”

“…Ugh.”

“Doing that makes me want to torment you more.”

His buttocks frictioned against the wooden veranda floor. Feeling a numbing sensation in a part of him that words couldn’t describe, he placed a hand on his waist and shrunk back; at this, Cha Seokjoo furrowed his brow.

“What’s wrong.”

“…It’s nothing.”

“Is it because of me?”

He couldn’t say it wasn’t. The heat still lingered in his body, which had been held captive for so long. When he remained still without answering, Cha Seokjoo tilted his head and let out a low rumble from his throat.

“Let’s see.”

“Wha, what.”

“Why be so horrified? I’m just saying let’s take one more look at the bottom hole I spent all night sucking.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

Yiwon spoke with a straight face, and Cha Seokjoo held his ground with a serious expression.

“Then I’ll just check with my hand.”

“Both are similar, from my perspective.”

“From my perspective, they are very different.”

Cha Seokjoo pulled Yiwon’s arm. Overpowered, Yiwon was dragged onto Cha Seokjoo’s thighs and sat facing him. As he settled into position by folding his knees, the palm pressing against his lower back felt ominous.

“Your pout is a mile long. What’s the grievance?”

“It just feels like you’re trying to set a mood right now.”

“You caught me.”

Looking up at Yiwon from below, Cha Seokjoo moved to find his lips. While the soft lips brushed against his multiple times, Yiwon’s head dropped further and further down.

“Is it because you’re not in the mood? Then what about the front.”

“……”

“Say something, or open your mouth.”

Yiwon parted his lips. Taking advantage of the very narrow gap, Cha Seokjoo kissed him deeply. The tender act of sucking his swollen lower lip and licking the membrane brought the memories of last night rushing back. Even though the weather was hot, he didn’t know why the feeling of their body temperatures touching felt so good.

His body sank further down. He tried to sit down with his buttocks on Cha Seokjoo’s thighs, but he was startled into a kneeling position. Unbelievably, the right side of Cha Seokjoo’s pants was already tensely bulging.

He emptied himself like that yesterday, and now again.

Yiwon looked at Cha Seokjoo with eyes that were now full of fear.

“I barely held back from fucking you while you were sleeping.”

“…You don’t mean that sincerely, do you?”

“I can’t answer that. I can’t tell lies.”

Yiwon swallowed hard. With a face flushed red, he began to slowly widen the distance between them. Cha Seokjoo swallowed a laugh and grabbed the hem of Yiwon’s shorts. His clenched hand pulled back the shorts and underwear.

“…Ah!”

His testicles and buttocks, which had been hidden between the loose pant legs, were exposed and dangled. Even in the hot weather, he felt a cool breeze touch him; looking down, he saw that Cha Seokjoo had already undone his pants and taken out his dick.

“…Are you a pervert?”

“Maybe?”

“……”

“Congratulations. You’ve acquired the world’s greatest pervert for free.”

Cha Seokjoo grabbed his dick and pushed it between the loose shorts. As he pushed the glans into the narrow gap, pulling aside the underwear covering the groin, there was a “rip” sound of threads snapping.

“What are you doing, sit.”

The hand pulling at his waist was heavy, so he eventually had no choice but to plant his buttocks down. Yiwon sat in an awkward posture and looked down. The area covered by the fabric creating friction quickly heated up and became burning hot.

Cha Seokjoo braced his hands on the veranda and leaned his upper body back. Holding his head at an angle, he stared at the clear face before licking his lips. Every time he did, the dick tucked into Yiwon’s groin throbbed hotly.

“……”

Yiwon bit his lip. It was a mess inside the bulging pants. Strangely, the thought that he disliked it didn’t occur. That didn’t mean his embarrassment disappeared, though. When he stared only downward with a face ripe red, Cha Seokjoo repeatedly thrust his waist upward to draw Yiwon’s gaze.

“I can at least see your face.”

Large hands grabbed his buttock flesh right through the fabric. At the back-and-forth movement that was like thrusting, Yiwon’s penis also began to lift its head. It was chaos inside the cramped shorts with their intertwined organs. His heart thumped with embarrassment, yet he felt his underside grow hot at the tension blooming subtly within him.

Cha Seokjoo moved his waist flexibly while nibbling at Yiwon’s sternocleidomastoid muscle, which had stood out from tension. He was excellent at setting the mood and even better at inducing action.

How can he even think of this…. Yiwon held Cha Seokjoo’s shoulders and moved with him, meeting his gaze.

Cha Seokjoo slapped Yiwon’s buttocks with a “thwack” and tore at the pants.

“I lived my whole life without ever knowing the taste of a man.”

“……”

“But seeing my mind go crazy for a fuck the moment I open my eyes, I wonder what on earth this situation is.”

His steps headed toward the across room.

Yiwon, hanging onto Cha Seokjoo, was having similar thoughts. It was true that he felt flustered by the acts continuing since yesterday, but such emotions were being pushed away by waves of thought, drifting further and further.

This person, Cha Seokjoo, was also being drawn by something ambiguous and uncertain. Knowing that made him want to avoid it even less, and Yiwon too was swept by an impulse to confirm it once more.

Cha Seokjoo asked in front of Yiwon’s room.

“What do you want to do?”

Instead of a verbal answer, Yiwon responded by opening the room door.

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Yiwon fell into a slumber as if he had fainted.

Was it around dawn? Yiwon, who opened his eyes at a strange sensation, wondered if he was still dreaming. His rear still felt heavy.

Yiwon, blinking with eyes full of sleepiness, realized only much later that Cha Seokjoo’s dick was still filling his insides.

Did this person faint?

It was a funny thought. He wasn’t the type to do that. Maybe if it were a matter of making the other person faint. If so… surely he didn’t do this on purpose and fall asleep?

Then, memories from a few hours ago suddenly came to mind.

Yiwon let out his breath with a faint “ah” sound.

His face turned bright red in an instant. He remembered how, before he closed his eyes, he had let Cha Seokjoo’s words—bewitching him with phrases like “just one more time,” “this is really the last one,” and “okay, I got it, I got it”—flow through one ear and out the other. And then, at the very last….

‘Shall we sleep like this?’

‘…Yes….’

It seemed he had thoughtlessly considered that anything was fine as long as he could sleep. He didn’t know that the words “shall we sleep like this” meant literally sleeping with his dick shoved inside.

Yiwon subtly bit his lower lip. He tried to lean his body forward to escape Cha Seokjoo’s embrace, but he was pulled back with a “whoosh.” A groan that sounded like a scrape spilled out from below his throat, and Cha Seokjoo’s lips came close to his ear.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not, going anywhere. I’m just trying to sleep….”

“Then why are you spitting it out?”

“…Because I’m going to sleep?”

“Exactly.”

“……”

“Come here.”

And they had sex at four in the morning. Just because their eyes met upon waking up.

Only then did he properly realize the meaning behind the words that once he started, he’d end it when he wanted to. Cha Seokjoo dragged down the crawling and escaping Yiwon, and while making eye contact with the shuddering Yiwon, he forcibly pried his body open and made it impossible for him to keep his senses.

After being taken until he was on the verge of exhaustion, Yiwon rolled around on the bedding and wrapped himself up, creating a protective shield. Cha Seokjoo said it wasn’t even funny and shook out the bedding, and Yiwon was held in Cha Seokjoo’s arms without a single thread on.

“You should have just slept quietly.”

“……”

“Close your eyes and sleep.”

This time, he couldn’t even answer. Yiwon felt as though he fell asleep in less than a minute. It felt as if someone had pressed a button and turned off the power.

And when he opened his eyes, it was now.

Yiwon lay in his spot and stared at the ceiling of the across room. Cha Seokjoo was nowhere to be seen, and sunlight was pouring through the window. It was already past three in the afternoon.

“Little Boss, are you still lying down?”

A voice was heard from near his head.

Lying in his spot, Yiwon just turned his head to look outside. On the wooden veranda, Oh Taesik and Ma Haeyoung were looking down at Yiwon while holding a bear pot as large as their torsos.

Gasping, he first fumbled over his body. I’m not naked. Yiwon, having dodged a bullet, breathed a sigh of relief.

“…Hello.”

“Look at your voice. It’s completely gone.”

Still, thinking it wasn’t right to greet them while lying down, he raised his body, and the wet towel that had been on his forehead fell off. It seemed Cha Seokjoo had placed it there.

“Your body must be in bad shape.”

“Yes, a bit….”

“Right, that night was a bit rough, wasn’t it.”