Midday Guest Chapter 78

“Is there really a pot of honey hidden in here?”

“…Wait, uht!”

His large hands pried the legs apart. As the lower half, still damp from soaking in the tub, was spread open, droplets of water fell. Drip, drip-drop. The clear sound echoed through the bathroom.

“Otherwise, there’s no way I’d be thinking about this all day long.”

The moment the voice drifted up from that unexpected place, a shiver of goosebumps broke out. Yiwon felt the chill start between his thighs and legs, racing up his spine, and he curled his toes tight.

“Relax.”

Cha Seokjoo muttered lowly as he brought his face as close as possible. His high bridge of his nose poked and pressed between the buttocks, and at the same time, his tongue covered the hole.

Yiwon’s eyes squeezed shut at the sudden rush of stimulation. Cha Seokjoo kept Yiwon’s legs spread wide as the younger man floundered against the tub, thoroughly licking the opening.

Cha Seokjoo had only been reunited with Yiwon for half a day, yet like someone who had been separated for an eternity, he buried his nose between Yiwon’s legs and mindlessly devoured him. He meticulously poked inside and out with his tongue while his hand broadly stroked the smooth, firm, and tight scrotum.

“…Hut.”

As the rough palm stroked the glans and the thick tongue raked through the sensitive areas, Yiwon’s mind quickly melted into mush.

He felt as if his body were being pierced by a sharp tingle. A strange sensation—not quite pain, yet not quite a tingle—gently stimulated his lower abdomen.

Yiwon’s body trembled violently before he moved his hips. It felt truly incredible. So much so that his vision blurred and crumbled. He shook convulsively like someone struck by lightning down the spine.

Yiwon’s lips parted. He stared at the ceiling with hazy pupils.

It was right after the glans touched the hole. Having learned in which direction and with how much force to apply to enter, he thrust his menacingly swollen cock in all at once.

“…Ah, ahhh…”

“Relax.”

“…Uht.”

“It’s not even halfway in yet.”

Cha Seokjoo tried to insert again while pulling Yiwon’s legs wider.

“H-uu-uht…”

He gripped with enough force to make the white skin bulge and pushed inside until the small hole was stained an alarming color.

Cha Seokjoo gripped Yiwon’s thighs and looked down at the interlocking hole.

“It’s tightened up again.”

“Ah, ah…”

“I told you to relax. You’ll tear at this rate.”

Having said that, Cha Seokjoo pulled his waist back far before slamming back in deep enough for their crotches to clash. Holding onto the trembling waist, he hammered down with force, making a splat, thwack sound.

“Director, why… why so suddenly.”

“I know, right.”

Even when he had driven a long distance and opened the front door, he didn’t think he had been this impatient. It was the same when he first learned Yiwon was in the bathroom.

However, from the moment he realized that Yiwon had someone in his life to share quiet laughter and everyday conversations with, it became difficult to control his mood.

Why did he get into a bad mood? Why did he suddenly want to devour Yiwon? As he focused on that thought, the strength in his hands increased, and he was inwardly flustered to find himself reaching a point where he was truly exhausting—no, tormenting—Yiwon.

This much is not enough to satisfy him.

Cha Seokjoo carried the soaking wet Yiwon and laid him down on the newly arrived bed, then spoke.

“Let’s test it.”

“…Test what.”

“Whether it breaks again or not.”

Yiwon clung to Cha Seokjoo with trembling limbs. With his toes curled, he wrapped his legs around Cha Seokjoo’s waist and nodded.

Actually, Yiwon had been curious about that himself.

The new bed was sturdy.

During the entire time the two moved with their full weight, it didn’t let out a single creak. Thanks to that, when they finally looked up after spending a long time together, several hours had already passed. Manager Im and the other staff had all gone home.

Growl. A thundering sound came from his stomach. Creeak, Yiwon lifted his head tentatively and met Cha Seokjoo’s eyes. Cha Seokjoo looked at Yiwon and let out a smirk as if it were absurd.

“Did you starve?”

“I haven’t had dinner.”

“You couldn’t have starved all day. Didn’t Manager Im give you food?”

“She did. But that was lunch.”

Another growl sounded during the short conversation.

Cha Seokjoo put on his clothes and looked at Yiwon. Dressed in comfortable clothes suitable for indoors, he handed Yiwon a similar-looking outfit and said:

“Let’s go, I’ll feed you.”

“Yes.”

If his stomach growled one more time, Yiwon had been planning to go down just to drink some water. He followed Cha Seokjoo immediately.

The downstairs area, where the staff had left, was quiet. Standing in the kitchen, Cha Seokjoo took out the soup, rice, and side dishes the staff had prepared and quickly set the dinner table.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“Eat a lot and grow big.”

“I’m already all grown up…”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

How long had it been since they ate a meal facing each other? Yiwon was briefly lost in sentiment before tasting the food and finishing a bowl in no time. He emptied all the remaining side dishes too.

“Would you like some ice cream?”

“Ice cream? I had something like that in my house?”

“I bought it when I went out today. I bought it with the coupon Heeyoung gave me…”

“Who is Heeyoung.”

“That guy from the bathhouse.”

“Ah.”

Cha Seokjoo sat at the kitchen island and beckoned with his finger. Yiwon brought over a container as big as his face and sat down next to Cha Seokjoo.

Yiwon scooped the mint-colored ice cream first, and Cha Seokjoo scooped the same. He had just followed Yiwon without thinking.

“…You’re eating toothpaste.”

“It’s mint chocolate.”

“Don’t fall for marketing.”

“Wow, marketing? It’s practically the foundation of flavor.”

“Bring some Nougat Bar next time.”

“…Old man.”

“What?”

When Yiwon turned his head and pretended not to hear, Cha Seokjoo flicked Yiwon’s round forehead. Whack! The sound echoed incredibly loudly.

“…Ack!”

I guess gangsters have strong finger strength too. Yiwon clutched his forehead, which had turned bright red in an instant, and groaned in pain.

“Come home early tomorrow.”

“Yes?”

“You’re going to meet that Heeyoung or whoever, that bathhouse guy, right?”

“Am I allowed to go?”

“Hmm.”

Cha Seokjoo, who had put down his spoon and rested his arm on the backrest, narrowed his eyes and looked at Yiwon.

“…Why are you looking at me like that.”

“I’m not sure myself.”

“What… are you doing?”

“Let’s do this for now.”

“Do what.”

“Make sure you wear your ring when you go out.”

He hadn’t intended to take it off anyway. As he nodded and waited for the next words, Cha Seokjoo stared intently at Yiwon.

He felt uneasy. It felt like something was about to happen at any moment. As soon as that thought occurred, Cha Seokjoo leaned his face toward Yiwon’s nape.

He pressed his lips below the ear and sucked hard. Then he scraped with his teeth and created an even larger mark below that.

“Ah, if… if you do that… it’ll leave, it’ll leave a mark.”

“Just stay still.”

A large hand covered his nape. Fingers dug into his hair, making it impossible for Yiwon to move.

“…Ah.”

Yiwon, who was struggling while sitting on the high chair, wobbled backward. Fortunately, Cha Seokjoo caught him so he didn’t end up sprawling on the floor, but dark red marks were left mottled on the neck of Yiwon, who was slumped over the kitchen island.

“There, done.”

He had no idea what was “done.” Yiwon rubbed the spot where the lips had touched and spoke in a grumbling voice.

“Everyone will be able to see it like this.”

“I did it so they would see.”

Yiwon twisted his head and rubbed his neck. Since he couldn’t see it due to the angle, he showed it to Cha Seokjoo and asked:

“Is it a bad mark?”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty mark.”

“Ah, seriously…”

“You can go now.”

Cha Seokjoo stood up from his chair and tidied up. Looking at the flustered Yiwon out of the corner of his eye, his face was full of playful mischief.

The meeting place was a ten-minute drive from Cha Seokjoo’s house. Since it was a distance he could have walked, he tried to head out casually, but he was caught by Cha Seokjoo’s staff and forced into the back seat. The employee spoke with emphasis on every single word.

“The Director insisted that I must drop you off.”

The atmosphere suggested he might get hit if he refused. Yiwon decided to accept the favor obediently.

“…Thank you.”

When he got out of the car, the late winter night wind blew fiercely, raking through his hair. He pulled his muffler up to his chin and shoved his hands into his padding jacket pockets. In front of him, he saw the meat restaurant where he was supposed to meet Shin Heeyoung today.

A valet parking attendant came out to help with parking but stepped back awkwardly upon seeing the vehicle driving away immediately.

The gazes of people who were eating dinner momentarily turned toward Yiwon. Just as Yiwon, feeling flustered by the sudden stares, was turning his head away…

One of the staff members at the counter greeted Yiwon warmly.

“Welcome. Do you have a reservation?”