Midday Guest Chapter 37

Since I’d been drinking during the day, the tipsiness rose quickly. My cheeks were flushed enough to notice, even without the summer breeze.

The sound of neat dress shoes and the dragging sound of slippers created a strange dissonance. Yiwon put strength into his toes and deadened the sound of his footsteps. However, Cha Seokjoo, walking beside Yiwon, was just looking straight ahead with an indifferent face.

Sleeping together a few times made it feel like they’d grown a bit closer. Their shoulders brushed throughout the walk side-by-side, but it didn’t feel awkward. So you can get close to a person in this way too. Yiwon put his hands in his shorts pockets and walked aimlessly.

Then, he stole a glance to the side. Cha Seokjoo had a couple of shirt buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up haphazardly.

“You just went for a walk a moment ago.”

“I did.”

“Aren’t you hot?”

“I’m hot. I’m sweating.”

Cha Seokjoo furrowed his brow and undid one more button. Yiwon, wondering if it was because of him, let his voice trail off.

“I could have gone alone.”

“Right, you could have gone alone.”

“Do you want to go back inside? I’ll buy it and be back soon.”

Cha Seokjoo stopped for a moment in front of the crosswalk.

“What are you talking about? I just made an excuse so I could be alone with you.”

“…Ah.”

“Since you know now, follow me quietly.”

Cha Seokjoo wrapped his hand around Yiwon’s wrist. Just like that, Yiwon crossed the street as he was led. Cha Seokjoo did not let go even after crossing. They continued to walk that way.

After crossing the street, a sign that said [Supermarket] appeared in the distance. It stood there just as it was—old, faded, and covered in the dust of passing years.

As they got closer to the supermarket, Cha Seokjoo’s hand slowly slid away. The sensation of his skin, roughened by burn scars, rubbing against Yiwon’s flesh was even more distinct.

“Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“You.”

“……”

“Drinking makes me think of it more.”

“N-not that. Food.”

“I should feed you something simple and kick you out.”

“You shouldn’t do that when you made such a delicious meal.”

“Then let’s settle on feeding you plenty before sending you off.”

Yiwon opened the sliding door and entered the supermarket. Today, Mister Kim’s wife was looking after the store.

Hello. Her gaze shifted to Cha Seokjoo after receiving the greeting. Then, flinching in surprise, she gave a deep bow of her head.

It doesn’t seem like the kind of look one gives a customer. Do they know each other?

While Yiwon held that doubt, Cha Seokjoo gave a slight tilt of his head and stroded into the store.

The doubt he held for a moment scattered into the air just like that.

“Hey.”

Cha Seokjoo called Yiwon from in front of the refrigerator.

Yiwon gave a light bow to Mister Kim’s wife and approached Cha Seokjoo.

Standing in front of the refrigerator following him, Yiwon was a bit flustered. It was full of makgeolli. Soju and beer, too. He thought he heard they were preparing to close out the shop. Looking around, there were no notices posted anywhere. Did they decide to keep operating? Thinking that, he asked Cha Seokjoo.

“Shall we buy two bottles of makgeolli and a little bit of soju?”

“Do that.”

Cha Seokjoo hooked two bottles of makgeolli and four bottles of soju with his fingers and placed them on the counter. Placing several fifty-thousand won bills on the counter, he said to Yiwon.

“Pay and come out.”

Leaving first, he searched his pocket for a cigarette and lit it. A long breath scattered into the air. Cha Seokjoo, who had been looking into the distance, turned his head to see Yiwon. He tilted his head and pointed toward the counter with a gesture of his chin.

Only then did Yiwon hurriedly finish the checkout.

When he came out with the alcohol in a shopping bag, Cha Seokjoo took it from him.

“This, too.”

Yiwon held out the change, which was almost the full amount.

“Keep it.”

“…All of this?”

“Think of it as an errand fee.”

The errand fee seemed like it would easily be several times the price of the goods. Cha Seokjoo acted like someone who didn’t give a damn about such things.

“It’s too much.”

“Snack prices are expensive these days. It’ll disappear right away if you buy a few.”

“……”

“Take it. Let me know when you run out of pocket money.”

Cha Seokjoo refused to take the change until the end. I can just make him a special meal later, right? Thinking that made his mind a little more at ease.

The walk back was much slower.

Even though the afternoon sun was beating down on the crown of their heads, he walked slowly like a man who didn’t care about such things.

Before long, the walls of Haeundang came into view. Just as he was about to pick up his pace, Cha Seokjoo snatched Yiwon’s wrist. Then, he headed in an unexpected direction. Toward the parking lot rather than the main gate of Haeundang.

Three black sedans were parked side by side, and Cha Seokjoo walked toward the one parked furthest inside. It was the very car Yiwon had ridden in on the way back to Haeundang from the police station.

Click. The front door opened. Throwing the bag of alcohol inside haphazardly, he closed the door with urgent hands. Then, he opened the back door and pushed Yiwon in.

Yiwon lost his balance and fell onto the back seat. As he stood awkwardly bracing himself on the seat with his palms and knees, Cha Seokjoo pushed his buttocks with his hand to make Yiwon go deeper inside.

“…Ah.”

His shorts were pulled down loosely and his buttocks were exposed.

Before he could say anything, a rough palm touched the space between his buttocks. The burn scars were on Cha Seokjoo’s palm, but it felt like Yiwon’s buttocks were the ones being scorched.

When Yiwon twisted his body to look back, he saw Cha Seokjoo closing the car door. The man who had been looking at the whole world with an indifferent face until a moment ago was now pulling down his zipper with urgent hands.

“…Wait.”

“Right, let’s take a look first.”

“At, what.”

“What else? The hole that got fucked.”

Large hands bunched up the hem of Yiwon’s t-shirt and flipped it over his shoulders. Beads of sweat were gathered on the fair back that had walked the summer streets. Cha Seokjoo rubbed them away with his palm.

“Stay face down quietly.”

“Director, I really…!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to recklessly shove it in.”

Cha Seokjoo pressed down firmly on Yiwon’s shoulders. Without a chance to do anything, Yiwon pressed his shoulders against the back seat cushion and lay flat with his buttocks raised. Fingers grabbed and spread his rear. A thumb, entering into the depths, reached the vicinity of the tightly closed folds and stopped.

For a while, he massaged the buttocks like dough while licking Yiwon up with his eyes. Whenever Cha Seokjoo’s fingers moved ticklishly, Yiwon’s vision blurred white before returning. Because he knew what he was going to do, and because of that expectation.

His rear twitched. Yiwon buried his face in the hotly heated leather seat and exhaled sharply.

“It’s swollen.”

“……”

“Why do you pretend like it’s nothing?”

Fingers slowly stroked the private area. His thighs trembled. While he put strength in his legs to hold out, something thick poured over the hole.

Forcing his head to turn back, he saw Cha Seokjoo pouring out ointment. While making eye contact with Yiwon, the man rubbing his rear muttered as he licked his lips.

“Can’t do it here.”

It seemed he wasn’t going to do it in the car after all. Just as Yiwon tried to pull up his pants with trembling hands, Cha Seokjoo grabbed the fabric and pulled it down.

“Ah!”

Cha Seokjoo slapped Yiwon’s buttocks with a palm messy with sweat and ointment. A wet “smack” echoed.

“Who told you to put your clothes on?”

“You said it wouldn’t work, so I thought we were going back.”

“I can still have a dick-play even if it’s not the hole.”

When Yiwon stayed dazed for a long time wondering what that meant, Cha Seokjoo clicked his tongue and said.

“Put your legs together.”

“Yes?”

“Your thighs, put them together. Like this.”

Large hands pressed Yiwon’s knees tightly together and withdrew. After measuring the angle this way and that, he grumbled, “Ah, why won’t they stick,” and then pulled away after making them stick together in a slanted, overlapping way.

“…Eut.”

Between the pressed thighs, the dick pushed right in. Thick and long. The dick, with veins messily clinging to it, pushed past Yiwon’s perineum and testicles before withdrawing again.

He adjusted his posture and gripped Yiwon’s buttock flesh tightly. From then on, Yiwon was shaken senselessly. He bit his teeth hard while keeping his cheek against the seat in a dog-like posture. Whenever the glans—heated as hot as the summer weather—brushed against his perineum and testicles, he felt dizzy at the sexual pleasure blooming subtly.

“…Hng-eut….”

“Ah, is this no fun for you?”

He should have said it was fine, that it was plenty of fun, but only nonsensical sounds kept leaking out. The car shook insanely. To the point he thought, What if someone sees us? At that moment, Cha Seokjoo wrapped his hand around Yiwon’s penis.

“Here, you do it here too.”

Grip strength was added to the hand holding his penis. It felt like his body was tied tight. Yiwon stayed frozen, unable to move, but Cha Seokjoo did not stop his thrusting from behind. All while wrapping his hand around Yiwon’s dick.

He was good with his hands. Stroking the shaft, tickling the glans, and then stroking the whole thing down, he made sure Yiwon felt plenty of pleasure.

It was good to a point incomparable to when he masturbated alone. Since the stimulation was doubled, everything before his eyes disappeared. It felt like the ticklish sensation pooled inside his waist was going to go “pop.”

Yiwon pulled off his t-shirt. As soon as he wrapped his dick with the crumpled, messy clothes, the ejaculate burst out. Seeing that, Cha Seokjoo increased his speed while kneading Yiwon’s buttocks with both hands.