Lost Chapter 23

“How could that be? I’ve been holding back from cumming since earlier, even though I’ve wanted to do it so badly.”

“…What?”

I stared at Jung Woojin in shock, and then it hit me—he had already cum twice before he even entered me.

“You… you bastard! So that’s why you…! You sneaky, damn… ah!”

“Your nipple’s peeling. Let me peel the other one too. It’d be sad if only one side was.”

What’s sad about that, you psycho!

Before I could shout, Jung Woojin buried his face in my chest. As he sucked and bit at my chest while moving his hips, my toes curled. I couldn’t control my body, and I couldn’t handle the overwhelming pleasure that kept building without release, so all I could do was cry. The longer it went on, the more it felt like my mental age was regressing.

“Please, stop… just stop… ah!”

Jung Woojin, who had been sucking on my chest, finally raised his head after moving up to bite at my neck. At that moment, his cock, which had been rubbing inside, pressed directly against my prostate. My cock, already soaked in cum from earlier, began to spurt out thin, watery semen again. The liquid shot up to my chest, brushing the tip of my engorged nipple, sending chills down my spine.

Just as I was starting to feel relieved that he had finally stopped torturing my chest, I saw a strange glint in Jung Woojin’s eyes as he looked at the cum on my chest. Panicked, I pleaded with him.

“Woojin, please… no more on my chest, it hurts…!”

A hotter tongue touched my already burning chest. Every time he licked and sucked on my chest, the muscles in my backside, which had long since lost feeling, began to spasm uncontrollably. I was sure I would die if this continued, so I abandoned my pride and wrapped my arms tightly around his head, begging desperately.

“No more, Woojin, it hurts… no more, please! I can’t take it…!”

“You don’t want me to touch your chest?”

“No, not the chest, it hurts… Woojin, please!”

“But your insides are trembling every time I suck on your nipple. Are you sure it’s not because it feels too good?”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I nodded along desperately.

“Wait! It really hurts, don’t bite! It feels good, okay? Just… please!”

“It feels so good that your backside is trembling when I suck your nipples, right?”

“Yes, yes, it does… please, just stop now…!”

Jung Woojin finally pulled out his cock, which had been deeply lodged inside me. As it scraped against my overly sensitive inner walls, I nearly came again. I clenched my teeth, trying to suppress the urge, but then I noticed something strange about Jung Woojin. He was trembling slightly, biting his lips, before finally exhaling and smiling. That deep smile made me realize—just like me, Jung Woojin had been holding back from cumming.

“Wait, you…!”

“You begged so much, so I’ll stop playing with your chest.”

“Wait, hold on… Woojin, no…!”

Before I could stop him, Jung Woojin flipped me over and thrust back inside. It was like being mounted by a wild animal; my arms gave out, and I collapsed, my face pressed into the floor with my hips raised high. The sharp pleasure shooting through me from behind made me claw at the floor as I cried.

“Ugh, ah… no, no! Wait, ugh!”

I came again almost immediately, making my earlier effort to hold back meaningless. I could feel the cum dripping out of my cock, which shook with each of Jung Woojin’s thrusts.

“Sunbae, you’re cumming again?”

“Stop… please, no more… ahh! Ugh, please…!”

“Keep cumming. You need to empty yourself. Who knows when we’ll have sex again?”

Jung Woojin spoke in a way that made no sense, thrusting so hard that I was pushed forward. When he bent down and kissed my lower back, I felt like my spine was melting.

“Please… stop… ah, ugh, no more… please, hurry…!”

“Hurry what? Should I fuck you faster?”

“No, no… ahh! Ah, no…!”

When I could no longer keep myself upright, Jung Woojin would slip his hands under my stomach and lift me back up. All I could do was keep my hips raised and scratch at the floor as if trying to escape.

“Stop… just cum already… hurry, I… can’t… ah!”

“No way, I don’t know when we’ll have sex again, so I’ll keep going until my dick is raw.”

Jung Woojin casually made this horrifying declaration while kissing the back of my neck.

“Ugh… no!”

The mere thought of that was terrifying enough to make me wail, and Jung Woojin finally stopped his thrusting to slowly rotate his hips. As I trembled, feeling myself being stretched open from within, Jung Woojin whispered to me more gently than before.

“Then will you have sex with me again tomorrow? If you promise, I’ll cum inside you right now.”

His words snapped me back to reality. I used all my strength to turn my head and stare at him.

“I don’t usually have sex like I’m about to die tomorrow. But with you, Sunbae, I just feel so anxious and uneasy, not knowing when we’ll do this again….”

Jung Woojin, who had been giving me a sly, snake-like smile just moments ago, now looked pitiful, like a lost puppy. The drastic change left me feeling dizzy.

“Once a day. Okay?”

“That… ah!”

Just then, Jung Woojin completely withdrew his cock, only to thrust it back inside me with force. My face hit the floor as my body shook uncontrollably, and then he pulled out again.

“Sunbae, let me do this with you once a day.”

“No, wait, ah!”

“That way, it won’t be so hard every time….”

“Hng, wait, Woojin, nooo!”

Thwack, thwack, thwack—the sound of our bodies colliding was loud, like I was being beaten. It felt like my guts were about to spill out.

“I actually want to spend half the day just having sex, but I know you’d say no….”

“Hng, ugh, wait, no…!”

I had no idea what Jung Woojin was babbling about. I was so sure I was going to throw up my insides that I spoke out of sheer survival instinct.

“Okay, I get it! Once a day, Woojin… I really feel like I’m going to die, please… save me!”

I was being pounded so hard that I was pushed forward, but Jung Woojin wrapped his hand around my stomach and pulled me back toward him. Then, he leaned down, pressing his face into the back of my neck as he finally came. The hot, never-ending stream of cum felt like it was flooding me, making my vision blur. Between my fading consciousness, I heard Jung Woojin whispering that he loved me as he kissed my cheek.

＊ ＊ ＊

In my dream, I saw some scoundrel in a black robe waving me over. At first, I thought he was just some crazy guy, but then I realized he was the Grim Reaper.

“This isn’t just a dream….”

I had almost died for real. As I muttered to myself in a voice that was all but gone, I heard a rustling noise beside me. With what felt like my last ounce of strength, I turned my head slightly to see Jung Woojin, looking mournful but still with a shiny, polished face, holding up his hand.

“…”

“…”

It’s hard to believe that even with three nourishing meals a day and a full-body care routine, someone could look that good. If he were wearing a suit instead of a bathrobe, he could easily pass for an idol. With a twisted expression, I spoke.

“What are you doing?”

That wasn’t even a human voice. How could a sound like nails on a chalkboard come out of my throat? My voice felt strange and was so unpleasant to listen to that I sighed. Even though it sounded terrible, I could still speak, but Jung Woojin didn’t respond to my question. For a moment, we just stared at each other in silence, and then Jung Woojin slowly raised his arm higher. What the hell is he doing? Groaning, I forced myself to speak.

“Instead of just standing there, get me some water….”

I didn’t even finish my sentence before I had to shut my mouth. My throat hurt too much. It wasn’t just my throat—my whole body ached so much that it was a miracle I was still alive. Even lying still, my joints throbbed, and my skin stung. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned, and in the meantime, Jung Woojin had brought me a glass of water and reached out to help me.

“Gah.”

As I tried to sit up with his help, a gasp escaped my lips. It felt like my spine was breaking. With Jung Woojin holding the cup, I managed to drink a sip of water, but swallowing was so painful that I thought I might die. Groaning again, I slowly lay back down, and that’s when I heard Jung Woojin’s subdued voice.

“I’m sorry.”

Jung Woojin looked like he was about to cry at any moment.

“For what?”

“Huh?”

“For what…? Ugh, shit. I need to lie on my stomach.”

Jung Woojin, who had been looking dazed, quickly helped me sit up when he heard my request. His hands were quick yet gentle, making it easy for me to flip over. I finally took a deep breath and rested my face on the pillow, turning my head toward Jung Woojin. He moved the cup, which had been teetering on the edge of the nightstand, to a safer spot before turning to look at me again. That’s when I noticed the scratches on the back of his neck, visible through his wet hair. Deep red marks marred his pale skin. My eyes widened, and I raised my hand.

“Hey, you….”

“I’m sorry. Are you in a lot of pain?”

“What? No, your neck….”

At my words, Jung Woojin raised his hand, lightly grazing his neck before sitting down beside the bed. He rested his arms on the bed and laid his head down right in front of me.

“I noticed when I was washing up earlier—fortunately, there are no serious injuries. After we eat, I’ll give you a massage to ease the muscle tension. You’ll feel better by evening.”

“What about your neck?”

“…”

“Did you get hurt? When?”

Even though I asked, Jung Woojin just stared at me blankly. Then, he raised his hand, pulled his robe slightly off his shoulder, and turned his body to reveal his back. His half-exposed white back was covered with scratches, as if he’d been clawed by a wild animal. The contrast between his pale skin and the angry red marks made the injuries stand out even more. While I gaped in shock, Jung Woojin calmly adjusted his robe again and lay down on the bed, looking at me.

“You did this, Sunbae.”

“…”

“Oh, and here too.”

Jung Woojin grinned like someone who’d lost a few screws, opening his robe again. On the left side of his flat chest, there were four clear nail marks. This time, he didn’t bother to close his robe, instead leaning over in his disheveled state to kiss my cheek. The shock snapped me back to reality, and as I made a strange face, Jung Woojin smiled foolishly again.

“There’s a bite mark here.”

“…”

“And there are nail marks on my forearm too.”

Jung Woojin started showing off all the nail marks on his body like they were some kind of trophy. Not only that, but there were also clear bite marks near the junction of his collarbone and neck. I was about to stop him, worried he might strip off completely, but thankfully, he paused. He propped his chin up and just watched me, grinning like he was on top of the world. The injuries looked like they’d bled at some point, but for some reason, this idiot seemed perfectly happy despite being hurt.

“Doesn’t it hurt? Why are you smiling?”

“Because I like it.”

“What? What do you like? Getting hurt?”

I asked, bewildered, but Jung Woojin just laughed again, not answering. I was at a loss for words. Watching him grin like an idiot, I didn’t know what to say. This was a first for me too, so I just blinked in confusion, half embarrassed and half baffled, until Jung Woojin finally spoke.

“Could you bite me here again later?”

“…”

He shyly pointed to the other side of his neck, opposite the bite mark, and I could see his dark eyes sparkling with anticipation like the night sky. I frowned and asked in a disbelieving tone.

“You want me to bite you?”

“Yes, and could you also scratch my back again before the wounds heal?”

“…”

“If it bleeds, you can lick it too.”

“…”

“If you don’t want to scratch, then maybe suck until it bruises.”

Jung Woojin expressed his desires shyly but confidently. But I was too stunned to even open my mouth. Was he going to ask me to slap him next? I let out a disbelieving laugh and jokingly asked.

“Are you a pervert?”

“Yes, I’m a pervert. Please bite the other side later.”

“…”

It was just a joke, but Jung Woojin eagerly nodded, extending his neck. His sparkling eyes began to heat up, and the hands that had been so careful before started to grow bolder, his touch lingering on my skin. His breath quickened as his hands made contact with me. Suddenly, the thought of “once a day” flashed through my mind. If we did it one more time here, I might really die. Even the Grim Reaper who had beckoned me earlier didn’t seem like a joke. As he kissed the back of my hand and then my palm, I frowned and spoke.

“Ugh.”

At my groan, Jung Woojin looked up at me. His eyes, which had been gleaming with desire, quickly filled with concern, making me feel a bit guilty, but I had no other choice. I needed to survive first.

“Are you in a lot of pain?”

“Don’t talk to me, you bastard.”

“I’m sorry, I tried to hold back, but you kept calling my name….”

“I won’t call your name anymore.”

“…”

“Damn it. Go bake me a walnut pie or something.”

To be honest, I felt much better than when I first woke up, but if I stayed here with Jung Woojin, there was no telling when he might pounce on me like a horny dog again. If I kept up this act and groaned in pain, I might be able to buy myself a few days. Well, maybe not a few days, but at least if I could get through today without incident, I’d be happy just lying in bed all day.

“I want to eat walnut pie, Woojin. Please say it like that.”

“Ugh, my back.”

“Sunbae, it’s Woojin…”

“Damn, it feels like my spine is broken.”

Ignoring Jung Woojin, who kept pestering me to call his name, ask for something, or do something else, I just held my back and groaned.

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I must have dozed off. Before I could open my eyes at the sound of the door opening, I smelled something savory. The bed sank heavily, and just as I was about to open my eyes, I felt a hand on the nape of my neck.

“Do you want to eat later?”

“No…”

I mumbled with half-closed eyes, and the pain I had momentarily forgotten about came rushing back. It felt like someone was digging into my spine with a knife, if I were to exaggerate. I was trying to squirm up when I saw Jung Woojin placing a neatly cut piece of walnut pie on a small plate. I just flipped over and reached out while lying down.

“You’ll get indigestion like that.”

“Just give it to me.”

When I wiggled my fingers impatiently, Jung Woojin reluctantly placed the plate in front of me. As I looked at the savory, glossy pie, my hunger took over, and I quickly reached out and shoved a piece into my mouth. Jung Woojin sat on the edge of the bed, silently watching me as I gobbled it up.

“Is it good?”

It’s damn good. Nodding while chewing like someone who hadn’t eaten in days, Jung Woojin smiled, his eyes crinkling. Without saying another word, I devoured the entire walnut pie while lying down. Strangely, my back, which had been hurting until just a moment ago, seemed to hurt less now that my stomach was full. I had no energy before, but that felt better too, and the creaking in my bones like they were rusted seemed to have gone away. Just in case, I cautiously sat up and leaned against the headboard, and Jung Woojin handed me a mug.

“I heated up some milk and added honey.”

“Oh, thanks. But are you planning to become a chef or something?”

Why are you good at everything? I asked as I took the steaming mug, and Jung Woojin shook his head. After blowing on it and taking a sip, it really felt like I was in heaven. I let out a deep breath and relaxed completely when Jung Woojin slowly approached and slowly licked my lips.

“I got certified.”

“What? Really?”

I was about to tell him to get lost, but my eyes widened at the mention of certification. When I looked at him with wide eyes, Jung Woojin brought my other hand, which was holding the mug, towards him and licked the crumbs of pie off my fingertips. Feeling uncomfortable with the warm tongue against my skin, I slowly pulled my hand away.

“Why did you get certified if you’re not going to be a chef? Is it a hobby?”

“I thought it would be nice if Sunbae woke up and enjoyed what I made, just like now.”

“…”

“Oh, Sunbae, is it okay if I sell your apartment?”

“Huh?”

Did this bastard eat butter or something…? ^[1] Someone acting overly affectionate, smooth, or sweet in a way that feels unnatural or overly sentimental. I froze up, cringing, as Jung Woojin naturally changed the subject.

“You’re going to keep living here anyway. There’s no need for two houses… If you don’t want me to sell it, I’ll keep sending someone to take care of it.”

“Oh, uh. It’s rented, not owned, right? How much is the rent? Did you pay for all of it up until now?”

“Don’t worry about things like that. Should I not sell it? You’ve been living there since you were twenty, so… Should I just leave it alone?”

I closed my mouth and fell into thought for a moment. Honestly, it seemed like keeping the house would be better if I wanted to recover my memories… But when I went there last time, it just felt unfamiliar, and above all, I didn’t want to waste Jung Woojin’s money for memories that might never return. Rent and maintenance fees every month would add up. I sighed and said,

“Just sell it. No point in keeping it… I’ll probably stay here anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. But… are there any important things or anything…”

“I’ll move everything over, even a single sheet of paper in the room. Don’t worry.”

Jung Woojin grabbed my hand again, kissed the back of it, and smiled. As his tightly pressed lips parted, his tongue slithered over my hand like a snake. I yanked my hand back with a loud smack and frowned.

“Why do you keep touching me like that?”

“You’re too beautiful.”

“…”

“Then I’ll arrange to sell the house. Oh, and I bought a new phone for you, Sunbae.”

This guy is really something else. I was so overwhelmed by a strange sense of admiration that I couldn’t even close my gaping mouth. Jung Woojin got up from the bed and went out to the living room, returning with a small paper bag.

“If you don’t like it, I can exchange it for something else.”

Inside the paper bag was a square, jet-black box. I didn’t have anyone to contact, and it’s not like anyone would contact me, and I don’t go out much… I wondered if I really needed a phone, but I figured it was better to have one than not.

“I’ve already saved my number in it.”

I stared blankly at the black phone that looked just like Jung Woojin’s, then turned it on and asked,

“What’s my number?”

“You don’t need to know.”

“What?”

When I looked up at him in confusion, Jung Woojin smiled and said,

“You don’t have anyone to give it to anyway.”

“What, punk?”

“Don’t give your number to anyone else.”

I looked at Jung Woojin, who was practically pleading with me, and then scoffed as if it was ridiculous.

“When the phone turns on, I can check my number, you know?”

“010-1234-0000.”

“…”

Jung Woojin quickly recited the number before I could say anything else. Seeing the absurd look on my face, he emphasized again,

“Don’t give it to anyone else.”

“I don’t have anyone to give it to.”

This idiot had been singing to me about not talking to anyone else, not even making eye contact, and now he gives me a phone and tells me not to share the number. It was absurd.

“Don’t leave it lying around; make sure to carry it with you. And always answer when I call.”

“Got it. But how much did this cost?”

“Why does it matter? Oh, and I also bought a watch…”

This time, Jung Woojin took a watch out of his pocket. Without warning, he strapped it onto my wrist. It was a silver metal watch, the same design as the one on Jung Woojin’s wrist.

“Don’t ever take it off.”

“…”

“And Sunbae, this is a ring…”

He smoothly slipped a simple ring with a small cubic stone onto my ring finger, and it matched the one on his ring finger. My left hand suddenly felt heavy. Watching my hand with a satisfied expression, Jung Woojin lowered his head and kissed the center of my palm.

“Don’t take it off.”

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“Didn’t you bring a necklace?”

“A necklace? Oh, that… tomorrow…”

“Do you want to die?”

As I scowled at him, Jung Woojin smiled, took the mug from my hand, and set it on the side table, then leaned his body on top of mine. The way he hugged me tightly made it hard to breathe, but it was bearable, so I just frowned without saying anything. Jung Woojin kissed my forehead and said,

“I think I’ll have to leave early tomorrow morning.”

“Work?”

“Yes, it should be done by around three. Is there anything you want to eat?”

“Not really…”

The unfamiliar ring on my finger was bothering me, so I glanced at my hand in discomfort as I answered vaguely. Then, Jung Woojin lifted my chin. Just like he had kissed my forehead earlier, he lightly kissed my lips and asked,

“Shall we have dinner out tomorrow?”

“…Hey, why do you keep…”

The way his lips brushed against mine as he spoke sent a shiver down my spine. I frowned deeply and tried to pull back, but Jung Woojin gently grabbed the back of my neck and slipped his tongue into my open mouth. His tongue wasn’t hot, more like warm, and the kiss wasn’t the intense, overwhelming kind I remembered. After licking the inside of my mouth a few times and sucking on my tongue, Jung Woojin finally pulled away, sweeping his lips over mine one last time.

“I love you.”

“…”

“What do you want for dinner tomorrow?”

I felt like I was going to die from the goosebumps. Whether he knew it or not—no, with us being this close, there’s no way he couldn’t see the goosebumps all over my face. Even though I looked at him with a disgusted expression, Jung Woojin just kept smiling as if he was genuinely happy.

“Why are you so beautif—”

• 1. Someone acting overly affectionate, smooth, or sweet in a way that feels unnatural or overly sentimental.