Non-Resistance Chapter 21

As the people who had been gradually getting closer moved away again, Yeongin remained in a state of extreme tension, tightly biting his lips as if he still didn’t know. Dogeon swallowed a small laugh at the rather cute sight and finally thrust hard into him a few more times, pouring semen deep inside.

“Haa, eut…”

Yeongin’s dry stomach twitched slightly, and semen spurted weakly from his cock. After releasing every last drop of cum inside Yeongin, Dogeon slowly pulled out his cock and roughly wiped it with a tissue. The man watched as the exhausted Yeongin, lying there, clenched his hole and strained to keep the semen from flowing out.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard again.”

He licked his lower lip with his tongue, frowned for a moment, then looked down at Yeongin’s messy naked body and covered it with his own shirt.

“Ha Yeongin.”

“I can’t do any more…. This is too much… heuk.”

When Dogeon grabbed Yeongin’s arm and pulled him up, Yeongin burst into tears as if aggrieved. Seeing Yeongin’s wrinkled chin twitching like a walnut as he sobbed, the man let out a short, dumbfounded laugh and pulled his lips away.

“I’m not trying to do more. It’s late, so we’re going to sleep around here.”

“W-where….”

Only after hearing that they weren’t going to do more did Yeongin open his closed eyes. He stared at the man’s hand entering the hotel’s location into the navigation and moved his lips. Leaving him like that, Dogeon got into the driver’s seat and quickly drove off.

Upon arriving at the nearby hotel, he took Yeongin inside. Wearing the man’s large coat over his disheveled clothes, Yeongin stood with his head deeply bowed, uncomfortable with the gazes directed at him. After quickly completing check-in and getting on the elevator, Dogeon spoke.

“No one’s looking, so lift your face.”

“E-even so… if someone looks at me strangely…”

“You acting like that is stranger.”

As expected, he was unnecessarily timid. Dogeon couldn’t understand how someone with that kind of personality had been selling his body. He recalled the rumors about Yeongin that his friend had mentioned when first telling him about him and furrowed his expression.

“S-sorry…”

Seeing Dogeon’s expression, the frightened Yeongin bit his lip and raised his head. Though he had lifted only his chin, his eyes were still directed at the floor, watching for any reaction, with his drooping eye corners lowered.

Huu. Not knowing what to do with his irritated feelings, Dogeon pressed down his discomfort and got off the stopped elevator.

Grabbing the wrist of the hesitating Yeongin, Dogeon entered the room and opened his mouth.

“Take it off.”

“…Huh? You said… you weren’t going to do it…”

Had Dogeon’s mind changed so quickly? Yeongin clutched the large coat tightly and chewed on his lips. In the end, his poor lips burst, and red blood stained the torn flesh.

“Fuck, who said we’re having sex? You need to wash. If holding cum inside feels that good, should I stuff a plug in there?”

“No, I just— heut…!”

Dogeon slipped his hand inside the coat and grabbed Yeongin’s ass, feeling the semen coating his fingertips. The way Yeongin flinched and clenched tightly while trembling displeased him.

He hadn’t even fucked him all day, just for a few hours, and he was reacting like this?

Lowering his gaze, he took in the dry collarbones and the thin waist that fit in one hand, then sighed inwardly and let Yeongin go.

“Take it off.”

“Ah, yes…!”

Afraid Dogeon might change his mind, Yeongin hurriedly took off his clothes and walked toward the bathroom. He was briefly surprised by the fragrant rose scent, then blushed deeply upon seeing flower petals floating in the bathtub.

Was every hotel originally like this? While internally appreciating the hotel he was visiting for the first time in his life and trying to close the door, Dogeon entered.

“…Huh.”

“What?”

“Ah, you wash first. You must be tired, so I’ll…”

“Please shut your mouth and stay still.”

Lightly grabbing the wrist of the man who was about to leave the bathroom, Dogeon lifted Yeongin’s waist in one swift motion and carried him toward the bathtub. The man, whose impression looked even fiercer than before, perhaps because he also saw the scattered rose petals in his black eyes, spoke.

“What the hell is this?”

As if annoyed, Dogeon held Yeongin in his arms, lowered himself into the bathtub, and roughly scooped out the flower petals with his hand before throwing them outside.

So not every hotel was like this. His body had stiffened at the man’s touch for a moment, but as soon as he entered the warm water, his body gradually relaxed. Sleepiness came over him belatedly. Even though he knew the firm body against his back belonged to Dogeon, Yeongin began to doze off, nodding.

Dogeon grabbed the chin of the collapsing Yeongin, who looked like a sick chicken, and leaned his head against his own chest. He then gazed at Yeongin’s face, who had fallen asleep with soft, steady breathing.

So this was why people called it terrifying dick-induced affection.

Dogeon rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought as he recalled Yeongin’s precarious appearance every time he saw him. Well, judging from Yeongin’s personality and behavior that he had observed so far, it didn’t seem like the rumors were true—that he was crazy for dick and sold his body because of it.

As the water gradually cooled, Dogeon lifted his body while still holding Yeongin in his arms, wiped off the moisture, and left the bathroom. He laid the still-sleeping Yeongin on the bed, then picked up his phone and went out to the living room.

“It’s me. I need you to do a background check on someone.”

The man spoke to the person on the other end of the phone and gave them Yeongin’s name, age, and phone number.

“I’ll give you until tomorrow. Find out everything—from the address of the house where Ha Yeongin lives to his financial situation and personal relationships.”

Click. After saying only what he needed, he hung up and turned back into the room. As he brushed his hair back and lay down on the bed, the mattress moved, causing Yeongin to stir with a soft “Eung.” Then he squirmed and burrowed into Dogeon’s arms.

Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep?

Dogeon narrowed his eyes as he stared at the white face sleeping soundly with its cheek pressed against his chest, but soon let out a small, dumbfounded laugh and pulled the thin body into his embrace.

Anyway, he didn’t like this body that felt like nothing but bones. That was why he couldn’t last more than a few hours during sex before passing out.

Dogeon slowly closed his tired eyelids while thinking of a few decent restaurants nearby.

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It’s warm….

Yeongin felt the cozy blanket and warm air, along with the sunlight shining on his face. He curled up his body, then suddenly opened his closed eyes.

Huk. A small gasp escaped as his pupils shook greatly upon discovering Dogeon right in front of him. With a bewildered face, Yeongin chased after his last memories and realized he had fallen asleep in the bathroom last night—no, early this morning.

So Dogeon had washed him? Rolling his panicked eyes, he covered his parted lips with his hand.

‘I’m crazy…’

With his eyes tightly shut and only his toes twitching, Yeongin secretly lifted his eyelids and stared at the sleeping Dogeon’s face.

This was the first time he had seen his face like this. He had only ever seen Dogeon frowning or excited; seeing his face sleeping quietly made him realize just how handsome he was.

He had money, a handsome face, and his personality… wasn’t that bad. So why had he proposed becoming sex partners with someone like him? Someone like Dogeon would surely have plenty of people who liked him without needing to pay money to be with Yeongin.

Yeongin looked down at the marks Dogeon had left on his body, his face flushing red, and hurriedly sat up. The moment he tried to get out of bed, Dogeon wrapped an arm around his waist and spoke.

“Sleep more.”

“Ah, heut, when did you wake up?”

“From the moment you were staring at me so fucking intensely.”

The breath against his back was ticklish. Heut— Yeongin shrank his body as lips touched the area above his shoulder blades. With his arm around Yeongin’s stomach, Dogeon closed his eyes again and said.

“Let’s sleep a little more and then go eat.”

“I-I…”

“Yeongin.”

Dogeon’s voice sounded lower than usual, as if he was very tired. Swallowing dryly at the low, resonant voice, Yeongin relaxed his struggling body and quietly nodded.

A little later, steady breathing could be heard from behind. Yeongin looked down at Dogeon’s hand, which was still wrapped around his waist, and relaxed his lips.

Thump thump. Why was his heart beating like this?

With an uncomfortable chest due to an unknown, strange emotion, Yeongin placed his hand over it and could not sleep a wink until Dogeon opened his eyes again. In that state, with his eyes wide open waiting for him to wake up, Yeongin followed Dogeon, who suggested going to eat, into a restaurant in front of the hotel.