The Unbelievers Chapter 46

Knock knock. He tapped lightly on the door and waited for a response, but there was no reaction from inside. It was possible the boy couldn’t wake up because he had overexerted himself with exercise he didn’t usually do, or otherwise, he might be hurting or feeling unwell.

Knock knock. He knocked again and waited patiently for Eunseong’s answer, but the interior remained silent.

He had no choice but to open the door. He pushed it open slightly to check the situation inside. He saw a curled-up figure on the bed. The air conditioner in the room was running at full blast, so the temperature was quite low.

“Are you not up yet?”

“… .”

Even at his question, Eunseong gave no answer. Having watched from outside the door, he now stepped inside. Eunseong was literally swallowed up by his bedding, with the covers wrapped around his body several times. Yoo Siun found the air conditioner remote and adjusted the temperature appropriately. The sound of the strong wind died down to a faint hum.

Eunseong was groaning with his brow furrowed deeply, as if he were having a nightmare. Yoo Siun, who had been tense wondering if something was wrong, felt inwardly relieved and approached the sleeping boy.

“…Mm, nng, ngh.”

Eunseong, shivering and moaning intermittently, suddenly moved his head as if avoiding something. It looked like a motion to dodge someone’s hand swinging at him.

Where on this kid is there even room to hit him… .

Yoo Siun could not understand his older cousin, Seo Jeonggi. He was a pathetic human being. Yoo Siun’s father, who had watched them for a long time, was already aware of the fact that Eunseong had been saving money to leave home because he was suffering from the violence inflicted upon him. Fearing it might be even harder to protect Eunseong if he truly left home, Yoo Siun had decided to bring him in personally after his father passed away.

“…Eunseong.”

Yoo Siun lightly tapped the pillow Eunseong was resting on. If he was having a nightmare, he wanted to wake him up. He didn’t want him to experience such things even in his dreams.

Eunseong only groaned and twisted his face back and forth. Yoo Siun, who had only been tapping the pillow, was forced to grip Eunseong’s shoulder. When he gave it a firm squeeze and shook him once to tell him to wake up, Eunseong’s eyes fluttered open hazily.

“You have to get up.”

“… .”

“Did you have a bad dream?”

“… .”

Eunseong looked up at him with blurry eyes. He still had a gaze that seemed to wander through a daze. Yoo Siun leaned forward, lowering his upper body to loosen the bedding that was constricting Eunseong’s body. At that moment, Eunseong grabbed the back of his neck.

“… .”

Those delicately opened eyes gazed up at him endlessly before he gripped Siun’s neck and raised his head slightly. His face moved in abruptly, closing the distance between him and the startled Yoo Siun.

Eunseong’s lips pressed against his.

Yoo Siun, frozen like a stone statue, widened his eyes. Conversely, Eunseong closed his eyes that had been open ever so slightly. He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and kept his overlapping lips tightly shut like a clam. Dry, parched skin and warm breath rubbed against his lips. The clumsy kiss bit down firmly several times on the lips frozen in shock before letting go.

“…I told you… I told you earlier… to do it like this.”

Eunseong, who had muttered something like a sigh, released his arms from the back of the man’s neck, tossed and turned to face away, and then quietly drifted back into a deep sleep.

Without anyone waking him, Eunseong suddenly sat bolt upright, startled awake on his own.

“…What was that.”

He had tossed and turned until dawn, and the dream he had at the very end was strangely vivid.

Yoo Siun, dressed like a crow, was running ahead, and Eunseong kept chasing after him while watching his back. Occasionally, the man would look back to check if he was following well. The gap between them hardly narrowed.

Eunseong was extremely annoyed because his limbs wouldn’t move as he wanted. When he reached out to grab him, he couldn’t reach him by the minute difference of a single knuckle, and the man likewise looked back and checked on Eunseong but never let himself be caught. Then, Eunseong used every ounce of strength to push his legs. And finally, he lunged and grabbed him.

He held onto that thick neck with both arms, huffing and puffing, happy that he had caught him at last. Unlike reality, the Yoo Siun in the dream showed no signs of discomfort. Instead, he looked back at Eunseong and said he ran well, that he had a talent for running. Eunseong got angry at him. He said he didn’t even like running, he hated sweating, and in truth, he hated exercising.

Wrapping his arms around Yoo Siun’s neck, which was sticky with sweat, Eunseong faced him as he looked back in wonder and told him that Mister didn’t know anything. Yoo Siun asked back what it was that he didn’t know. Eunseong replied that he was like a fool. Yoo Siun countered that he had graduated from too prestigious a university to be called a fool, whereas Eunseong was in last place, a rank where even attending an academy was useless.

Eunseong repeatedly hit the shoulder of the Yoo Siun who was acting so obnoxious even in a dream. He threatened that if Mister kept acting like this, he would kiss Choi Jungeon. Yoo Siun said that was unacceptable. When Eunseong said Mister really knew nothing, Yoo Siun said he had graduated from a university in America.

Setting aside the idiotic dream content, the sensation of suddenly kissing the lips of the Yoo Siun who was emphasizing his American degree was strangely vivid.

After kissing him, he thought he had told the man staring back in shock that this was what he wanted—not something like running.

He had been dreaming of Yoo Siun frequently ever since he became conscious of him. When he woke up in the morning, he would sometimes burst into incredulous laughter at the dream contents that revealed his own state, and other days, he would find his lower half wet and wouldn’t know what to do with himself out of despair and self-loathing. But this was the first time the touch of a kiss, which had always been fleeting, felt as vividly real as it did today.

As if it had actually happened.

Yoo Siun’s lips felt firm yet soft. When he pressed his lips against those that felt smooth despite the dryness, even the hardening of that sturdy, heavy jaw was clear.

“…Haa, I’m really doing all sorts of things.”

Eunseong felt drained and collapsed back onto the bed as if falling. He pointlessly fiddled with his lips, retracing the strange sensation that wouldn’t easily fade. Then, he started to feel odd. He felt an itch below, as if his crotch were tightening. Eunseong, who had only been fiddling with his lips with his fingers, slightly pulled a neatly placed pillow beside him and tucked it under the covers.

He tucked the pillow between his legs, squeezed it tight, and writhed his hips.

“Haa.”

The sensation that had initially frightened him to the point of tears, making him think something terrible was happening, became something mundane as he continued to experience it. As time passed, Eunseong instead became adept at managing his sexual arousal.

Feeling sexual desire for a relative was not exactly a welcome thing, but it was a strictly personal and hidden private life that no one knew and no one needed to know.

On mornings when he soaked himself enough to actually have to change his underwear, he would realize with a hard-to-bear sense of self-loathing that everyone lives with at least one secret, but today wasn’t like that. He even felt a shred of regret, wishing he could have dreamed a bit longer or stayed in the dream without waking up.

Eunseong retraced that vivid kiss with him. He squeezed the pillow tightly between his thighs and rubbed himself. Soon his body temperature rose and uneven breaths escaped him.

His face, immersed in masturbation with eyes closed, grew distant as if wandering through a dream.

He cupped that firm jaw with his hands and overlapped their lips. The hand that had been caressing the jaw and cheek stroked down Yoo Siun’s thick neck and fondled his wolf. Large hands responded, caressing Eunseong’s spine. Moisture rose and their skin became sticky.

“Ugh, nng… ngh.”

Squeezing and rubbing his lower half tightly, Eunseong let out a weak moan. His erect member rubbed against his skin inside his pajamas, and he felt the skin lesion near his perineum stand out with excitement. Strangely, when he stimulated that part, a peculiar sensation arose that was no different from touching his penis.

Eunseong was clumsy at masturbation. It hadn’t been long since he became aware of sexual desire, and it was his first time even feeling sexual pleasure. Having lived his life considering himself asexual, he had almost no experience with ejaculation other than nocturnal emissions. Perhaps because of that, even the slightest stimulation brought a strong reaction. He didn’t even need to use his hands. Like holding back urine, he rubbed his legs together, squeezed the pillow tight, and twisted his waist.

“Hnng… ngh, haa, nng… .”

Lost in the feeling, he bit his fingers and picked at his fingernails. He rubbed his lower half fast enough to make tossing sounds, and in his imagination, when the man’s tongue wrapped around and bit his own, he swallowed a moan and his body trembled violently. A sensation that scorched his mind white traveled through his lower abdomen and spread rapidly through his entire body.

“Haa… haa… ah… ngh.”

After catching his breath for a long while, he opened his eyes. His vision was hazy and blurred. Eunseong lay there with the pillow still between his legs, waiting for the lukewarm tremors remaining in his body to disappear.

The wet sensation left behind uncomfortably made his lower half throb. A body part that had never performed any function in all his life was now, lewdly enough, reacting to Yoo Siun.

Eunseong, who had been lying there blankly, recalled the gesture of dislike the man had shown yesterday when he leaned on him, and he squeezed his eyes shut.