Chapter 122
The house in New York was ready, and the departure date was set. Yoo Siwoon couldn’t move all his belongings at once, so he discreetly shipped them one by one through international logistics.
He had planned to leave Korea before the human sacrifice ceremony at Yongse Pacheon Church, but Director Nam’s lack of cooperation kept delaying the plan. He told Eunseong to pack slowly as well. Living essentials were largely the same everywhere, so they didn’t need to bring everything, but Eunseong meticulously organized their moving items anyway.
A few days ago, they visited the columbarium where Seo Jeong-gi’s urn was kept. Inside the cold, empty memorial hall, Eunseong placed colorful artificial flowers, books that Jeong-gi supposedly liked, a miniature toy soju bottle that he had found somewhere despite being told not to bring it, and a copy of a half-cut wedding photo showing only his mother. He arranged everything prominently at the front alongside Jeong-gi’s photograph.
Eunseong firmly believed that Seo Jeong-gi must have been standing next to his mother in the wedding photo where the groom’s face had been cut off, and Yoo Siwoon didn’t bother correcting his belief.
Eunseong, who claimed to know how to cook a few dishes, stood in the kitchen offering to make something delicious. Yoo Siwoon approached from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“What are you going to make?”
Eunseong’s lips were already smiling, having sensed his approach before hearing his voice.
“Omurice. That’s the only thing I’m good at making. And we don’t have ingredients for anything else.”
Yoo Siwoon’s hands playfully caressed his lower abdomen. Eunseong twisted his upper body in his embrace.
“Why do you keep touching my stomach? I know I don’t have abs.”
“It’s cute how soft it is. You seem to be eating well, but why isn’t fat accumulating here? Maybe I should feed you more.”
“I’ve been eating too well lately and actually gained weight. I’m going to exercise hard and turn it all into muscle like you, ahjussi.”
“Then you can’t just do it half-heartedly. You need to work really hard. To the point where weights might crush you to death.”
He suddenly lifted Eunseong up, supporting his buttocks with both hands. Eunseong’s face lit up with a smile as his perspective suddenly changed with the elevation. The height difference usually meant he had to look up at Yoo Siwoon, but he enjoyed these moments when they could face each other at eye level.
Eunseong stroked his hair.
“I need to cook.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes, I’m hungry.”
“Why are you hungry? I thought I filled you up plenty.”
Yoo Siwoon murmured while gazing at Eunseong, then lifted his chin to give him a light kiss. The sound of moist skin touching and separating echoed suggestively.
“Don’t you know how awkward it sounds when you talk dirty, ahjussi?”
“I guess I should stop then.”
“But I like it because it doesn’t suit you. It’s unexpected coming from someone who doesn’t seem like they would say such things.”
“Ask for more. I’m surprisingly good at talking like that.”
“Say something else, then.”
Eunseong wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed Yoo Siwoon’s lips, urging him to say more dirty things with those lips. Their light, moist kisses gradually deepened until they became intense, as if he would consume Eunseong whole.
He carried Eunseong to the sofa. He laid him down so gently that Eunseong barely noticed, continuing to kiss him without stopping. His hand slipped under Eunseong’s top, caressing his bare skin before suddenly pausing. Yoo Siwoon broke off the kiss.
“…What’s this?”
“…What?”
“This, what is this?”
He pulled up his top to his neck to check what he was feeling. Eunseong finally realized and tried to pull his clothing back down with an “Ah.” They struggled briefly until Yoo Siwoon succeeded in lifting the top. Eunseong revealed his chest and stomach to him as if being examined by a doctor.
Flesh-colored bandages were attached over both nipples.
“Why did you put these on? Are you hurt somewhere?”
“Ah, well, that’s…”
“That’s what?”
Eunseong, embarrassed about something, tried to pull down his top while sitting up. Yoo Siwoon, who had been straddling him, moved to the side. He looked at Eunseong demandingly, asking what was going on.
Crossing his arms over his chest as if trying to hide from him, Eunseong hesitantly explained.
“You kept… doing things with your mouth, and it started to hurt. It becomes too painful when something brushes against them.”
“…Really?”
“And something… something was coming out.”
“What?”
His gaze changed instantly. Eunseong felt like he had done something terribly wrong, even though he hadn’t.
“Something… leaked out. I looked it up online, and apparently men can have something like breast milk too. They say it can happen if you’re stimulated too much. It’s not common, but it’s not impossible.”
Yoo Siwoon’s eyes widened in surprise as he pulled up his top again. Having given up on hiding, Eunseong held the edge of his clothing, willing to show him so he wouldn’t worry. Yoo Siwoon roughly removed the bandage from his nipple.
“Ngh…!”
Eunseong winced in pain. As he had said, moisture was visible on the small, reddened nipple. When Yoo Siwoon grabbed and squeezed his chest, liquid seeped from the tip of his nipple.
“…I read that it stops if you don’t touch it anymore.”
“…”
It was both embarrassing and humiliating to have his eyes burning into his chest like that. When he tried to lower his clothing, Yoo Siwoon stopped him. His eyes moved from Eunseong’s chest to his face. Eunseong’s cheeks were flushed red.
Yoo Siwoon tilted his head, approached his chest, and naturally took the reddened protrusion into his mouth, gently sucking.
“Ngh…!”
Eunseong’s shoulders and back trembled simultaneously. As he tried to push his shoulders away with both hands to stop him, his top slipped down, covering half of Yoo Siwoon’s face.
With his eyes closed, Yoo Siwoon slowly sucked and swallowed the fluid Eunseong was secreting. His prominent Adam’s apple moved continuously as he swallowed the saliva and Eunseong’s secretions collecting in his mouth.
“Nngh… ahjussi, don’t, ah, please don’t do that. Ahjussi, ah… ahng, ngh.”
As if drinking some elixir of life, he enveloped all the flesh around it with his mouth, moistening it with saliva and gently applying pressure to continue sucking. Eunseong’s body trembled breathlessly as his lips and tongue licked the surrounding area broadly.
“Stop, stop it… I feel like I’m going to come. Stop, stop it, please, ahjussi, ahju… ah, ahng, ngh… stop it.”
Yoo Siwoon didn’t stop despite Eunseong’s tearful pleas. He laid him down on the sofa and began sucking his chest more intently. He grabbed him firmly, immobilizing him, and buried his face completely as he sucked the warm flesh and the faint yet tasteable fluid. While persistently sucking on the areola and nipple, he moved his hand down to grasp the outline of Eunseong’s erection through his pants.
“Ngh!”
Eunseong couldn’t bear to watch anymore and covered his heated face with the back of his hand. His entire body shuddered lightly at the sensation of him gently massaging the mound below while persistently sucking on the sensitive flesh.
Though his touch wasn’t painful, Eunseong felt intense pain. His chest hurt, and so did his private parts. His hypersensitive body soon convulsed and erupted. Eunseong ejaculated, dampening his underwear. Yoo Siwoon’s rough tongue surface licked up his chest before he raised his head.
“…Haa, haa.”
While catching his heightened breath, Yoo Siwoon pinched and squeezed his nipple.
“Nngh!”
Moisture formed in a small round bead at the tip of his nipple. Yoo Siwoon buried his face in Eunseong’s chest with hazy, entranced eyes.
Eunseong crossed his arms tightly over his chest and looked at him. Yoo Siwoon was now in a standoff with him, wearing a troubled expression as he opened a first aid kit.
“I really won’t do it again.”
“You said you wouldn’t earlier too, but you did it again.”
“That was… because you were too good, too pretty, that’s why I did it.”
“But uncle keeps doing that, and I think it’s making more… come out.”
Eunseong shook his head firmly, saying his chest still felt damp and that the sensation was very unpleasant and distasteful.
“Haah, I’m sorry. I really won’t do it again.”
“I can’t trust you. You said that earlier and then did it anyway.”
“I mean it this time. I’ll swear to the heavens. I really won’t do it again this time.”
Yoo Siwoon lifted his head toward the sky as if making a vow, glanced at the ceiling, and then lowered his eyes back to Eunseong.
“Really? You really won’t do it?”
“Really.”
He pretended to look at the sky again. Eunseong pushed out his lips in a sulky expression and looked at him with dissatisfied eyes before slowly lowering his arms that had been crossed over his chest.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
