Non-Resistance Chapter 17

It was only when he looked back and confirmed that not only were the answers correct, but even the mathematical expressions had been perfectly organized.

“Drink.”

The door opened, and Dogeon, who had brought water, handed it to Yeongin and said.

“Ah, thank you….”

Yeongin, gripping the water cup with both hands, took a sip and stood up to pack his bag. He was worried that the semen leaking from below every time he used his muscles would soak his pants.

Although he had brought a change of underwear, Yeongin, who had been unable to wash and was frowning with an uncomfortable look on his face, picked up his bag, and Dogeon said.

“Wash up and go.”

“…I, it’s okay.”

“Wash up, and have dinner today before you go.”

Every time he went home after having sex with Dogeon, he often had to run to the restroom, wipe himself with tissue, and head back home because he was soaked below. So, in truth, he had wanted to wash up, but he had never told him that directly. Moreover, he was suddenly telling him to eat dinner too. Why…

“You. You’re too thin, so it hurts every time I fuck you.”

“Ah…”

“The housekeeper is leaving soon anyway, so for fuck’s sake, stop making that face and go in and wash.”

Dogeon, with a cigarette in his mouth, pointed to the attached bathroom with his chin and stared, as if asking what he was doing. Yeongin, who impulsively stood up in a hurry at his gaze, went into the bathroom, flustered.

So even the bathroom in a room is this nice because it’s a wealthy house.

Yeongin looked around the bathroom, which had a bathtub and a shower booth and seemed larger than his own studio apartment, and took off his clothes.

Yeongin, who had wetted his body with warm water for the first time in a while, spread his legs and scraped out the semen that was still pooled in his pussy and back passage.

When he bent his fingers to spread himself open, Dogeon’s clumped semen fell to the floor. Yeongin, who had been tensing his legs until nothing was flowing out while shivering, let out a long breath.

“Haa….”

Yeongin’s face turned miserable as he thought of himself, who had become accustomed to scraping out a man’s cock-fluid by now. Lately, it felt like he had come to like sex even more than the man did. He felt like a stranger to himself—the way he would beg for more and cry out lewdly every time Dogeon fucked him with his sex organ.

Even sucking the man’s cock wasn’t so bad. He liked the excitement every time he sucked, and he liked the foreign sensation filling his throat.

“I’ve… gone mad.”

Yeongin, who had buried his face in his palms while feeling the flowing water, bit his lip at his own appearance that was gradually changing. After finishing his shower while cooling down his body that had been heated up, Yeongin followed behind Dogeon toward the kitchen.

“Ah….”

There was too much food set out on the dining table. They were going to eat all of this between the two of them? He searched the entrance, wondering if other family members were coming, but no signs of anyone were heard, and there were only two spoons and pairs of chopsticks on the table.

“What are you doing, not eating.”

“Ah, ung…. I’ll eat well.”

Yeongin, holding his spoon, debated what to eat first and put the soup placed next to his rice bowl into his mouth first. The seaweed soup with large chunks of beef was delicious.

In the seaweed soup his mom used to make, there wasn’t even meat, and if there were even dried shrimp, that day was a day he would wolf down a whole bowl of rice. Yeongin felt like he might cry for some reason at the warm seaweed soup he was eating for the first time in a long while.

“Pick up some side dishes and eat, too.”

Dogeon pushed the bulgogi toward him with a nonchalant touch. Looking at the side dish bowls filled in front of him, Yeongin reached out his arm and picked up the side dishes. The bulgogi and the mackerel-sized croaker all suited his taste, as he liked to eat everything lightly seasoned.

“If you eat that well, why don’t you gain any weight?”

Dogeon asked, staring at Yeongin’s lips as they moved busily and noisily. Once Yeongin made eye contact with the man, he became self-conscious about whether he had eaten too fast and put down his chopsticks.

“Who told you to put them down? Are you not going to pick them up again?”

“Ah, ung, cough, cough….”

Flustered, Yeongin choked and covered his mouth, coughing up a fit as if his ribs were going to break.

“Fuck, I can’t even say anything.”

Dogeon, who had ruffled his hair in annoyance, pushed the water toward him while staring at Yeongin’s reddened face. Only after gulping down half a glass of water and finally calming down, Yeongin continued his meal quietly, following the man who was silently eating his rice.

“Um…. I ate well today. Then, I’ll be going.”

Yeongin, who had turned his body away first when there was no answer, came outside while struggling to put on his worn-out sneakers. Walking along the path that was now familiar enough to walk even with his eyes closed, he got on the bus and checked his bank balance.

11,112,350 won

The bank balance, where money had been leaving faster than it was coming in, had become abundant since meeting Dogeon. Yeongin’s eyes blinked rapidly at the unbelievably huge amount.

Every month, aside from his younger sibling’s hospital bills, monthly rent, and living expenses, and excluding the interest his father had borrowed, there was still this much money left. Was it 100 million won that his father had borrowed?

If he went to school until this semester and saved as much money as possible next year, maybe he could pay off all the interest and the principal within a few years. Provided that Dogeon didn’t get tired of him by then.

Hoo….

He hated himself for thinking so materialistically. Letting out the sigh that came out every time he thought about it, Yeongin moved his weary body forward with heavy, shuffling steps.

Ever since he became Dogeon’s sex partner, he had quit all of his evening and dawn part-time jobs. He didn’t know when or where the man would contact him, and it was a decision made because his body was not in a state to work after having sex with him.

Yeongin, who had been continuing the studies he couldn’t do in the remaining time, put down his pen while knitting his brows at himself, who seemed to be just waiting for Dogeon’s contact.

It was when Yeongin, who had stood up after dry-washing his face, had his footsteps headed toward the refrigerator. His cell phone vibrated, and an unsaved number appeared on the screen.

However, Yeongin knew very well who the owner of the familiar eleven-digit number was.

“Hello.”

— Where are you?

“I’m at home right now….”

— Pin the location and send it. I’ll come pick you up.

So suddenly? Besides, he could just go to his house, so why specifically to his house…. Yeongin didn’t want to expose the location of his studio apartment to Dogeon. After keeping his lips shut for a moment, he opened his mouth and said.

“I’ll go there myself….”

— You have a knack for being annoying in your own way.

“…”

— Then come to Exit 1 of Seo-han Station. If you’re late, I’ll strip off all your clothes and leave with the window open, so move fast.

Looking down at the screen that had turned pitch black after the call was abruptly cut off, Yeongin’s face was reflected on the phone. Becoming desperate at what Dogeon had said, he stood up and started getting dressed.

He didn’t say to come wearing women’s clothes, so it should be fine to wear his usual clothes, right?

Yeongin put on jeans and a worn-out knit sweater and left his house immediately. It was fortunate that he had packed his bag in advance just in case. The sound of Yeongin’s breathing, who was running with the heavy bag full of books on his shoulder, gradually became rougher.

“Huck, huck….”

Having transferred to the bus and subway and arrived at Seo-han Station, Yeongin looked at the car parked in front of Exit 1 with curious eyes while steadying his rough breathing. It was fascinating because both the shape of the car and the mark that looked exactly like a trident were things he was seeing for the first time. Realizing it late and turning his head, at that moment, honk, the horn sounded and the window rolled down.

“Get in.”

“Ah…. ung.”

So this car was Dogeon’s. Somehow it seemed to suit him well, and it felt real again that the man was a young master from a wealthy family. Yeongin, while fastening his seatbelt, held his breath, startled by the car that departed rapidly with a vroom sound.

“Um, but where are we—.”

Yeongin opened his mouth with a curious look as the car went in the opposite direction of Hanse-dong, where Dogeon’s house was, and then closed it again. Because wherever they went, he just had to do whatever Dogeon told him to do.

A cold wind blew through the slightly open window gap. As the cool air brushed against his face, he felt as if his stuffed-up chest was clearing a little. Looking at the car that had gradually started to get out of the city and run on the highway, Yeongin just stared quietly out the window.

“Ah…!”

A hand had entered inside his thighs. Yeongin, who had grabbed Dogeon’s wrist in surprise, trembled his eyelashes at the hand that was entering deeper and deeper. The fingers touching his pussy over his jeans pressed firmly, pressing down on his clitoris and rubbing it up and down.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

“Heu, ah, ung, I’m wearing, hut, it…!”

“The one I gave you?”

Swallowing the copious saliva pooled in his mouth, he nodded his head rapidly. Inside the box Dogeon had handed him one day, there were various kinds of underwear.