Chapter 60
“How does it taste?”
Moon-beom asked, looking at the half-dokkaebi who was chewing with his small mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a rabbit’s.
“It’s delicious… but hot.”
His voice came out slightly cracked, an aftereffect of their intense sex. Eun-hwi, who had just woken up and was wearing pajamas with his hair disheveled, smiled brightly with his slightly swollen face as he stuck out his tongue. His gentle eyes curved softly, creating a beautiful line.
“I should cool it down more for you.”
Moon-beom scooped up a spoonful of abalone porridge, filled with plump pieces of abalone, and blew on it to cool it down. The rising white steam dispersed like it was breaking apart under his long breath.
“Ah, here.”
“Mmm. Ah—”
As Eun-hwi obediently opened his lips, Moon-beom put the spoon in his mouth.
The abalone porridge, made by sautéing thickly sliced abalone in sesame oil, then simmering it with soaked rice and innards, had a savory taste with a strong scent of the fresh sea.
Eun-hwi carefully closed his mouth and chewed the chewy, tender abalone meat and the thick, sticky porridge. His mouth melted at the deep, rich flavor that filled it.
“Is it still hot?”
“No, not at all.”
“Don’t just swallow it, chew it well. You might get indigestion if you eat too quickly.”
“Okay, I got it.”
Yesterday afternoon, Eun-hwi had fallen asleep as if fainting right after their “sex play” ended, and only woke up around 9-11 AM the next day.
Even though he had slept so long, skipping both dinner and breakfast, his mind felt foggy as if his head was broken. Only his stomach was honest, feeling hungry like someone who had starved for days and then smelled delicious food.
If the bowl had been placed in front of him, he would have wolfed down the porridge even if it burned his palate, but now he couldn’t even lift the spoon freely. He had shown Moon-beom his weakness by collapsing due to his legs giving out, and was now being treated like a seriously ill patient.
“This time, eat it with some young radish kimchi. Here, ah—”
“I can eat by myself…”
“No. If you don’t want to collapse again, just eat quietly as I feed you.”
“…Okay.”
His body ached from the impact of continuously taking Moon-beom’s member while folded in half. His joints throbbed as if he had been beaten all over with a giant club, and his waist, back, and thighs tingled.
Even when he had walked hundreds of miles, climbing mountains and crossing rivers, he had never felt such a dull pain and heavy fatigue. He felt like a dried-out towel that had been wrung of its last drop of water.
Sex was truly a play that consumed an enormous amount of strength and energy.
If he had taken the entire length of the organ, he probably wouldn’t even be able to sit still like this. Moon-beom’s words about needing to practice in stages were not wrong at all.
“Let me check your temperature again.”
Moon-beom, who had already cleared away the empty porridge bowl, placed his hand on Eun-hwi’s forehead to check for fever.
As the warmth of his palm seeped into his skin, Eun-hwi was reminded of those long, thick fingers that had roughly explored his insides. His face, which had only retained a slight fever, flushed pink.
Yesterday’s events felt like a dream – kissing deeply and intensely many times, embracing each other’s bodies tenderly, constantly delving into smooth inner flesh, and becoming intoxicated with sensual heat.
‘Do this only with Eun-hwi.’
Perhaps because he had become aware of his feelings for Moon-beom that were more than friendship.
He couldn’t hide his embarrassed yet excited feelings. His round, upturned cheeks gradually turned a deep, beautiful pink.
“This won’t do. You’re even hotter than before? I’ll take care of the housework, so just lie down and don’t do anything today.”
“It’s, it’s just hot from eating the porridge. I’m not sick at all.”
There was a lot of work piled up because he had woken up late. As if to prove he really was fine, Eun-hwi gently lowered the hand on his forehead, and Moon-beom asked in a low voice:
“How does your body feel?”
“…”
“Don’t lie, tell me honestly.”
“…”
“Come on.”
“We used a condom so my stomach doesn’t hurt, but… it feels like Moon-beom’s penis is still inside me.”
Besides the muscle pain, the strange foreign sensation of his body feeling deeply sunken, as if his bottom might fall out, was the problem. With each breath, he had the illusion that Moon-beom’s still hard and thick organ was fully inside him.
“Hah…”
Moon-beom let out a faint sigh, brushing back his fallen hair as he narrowed his eyes. The look in his eyes as he gazed at Eun-hwi while swallowing a lump of emotion was somehow meaningful.
“Our baby is making me crazy again.”
“I’m not a baby… I’m a real adult now…”
“You are, baby dokkaebi. Or should I call you bunny? A white bunny with pink nipples, a pink penis, and even a pink butthole.”
Even though he didn’t know exactly what “pink” meant, Eun-hwi could tell it was meant to tease him.
Feeling unnecessarily wronged, Eun-hwi rolled his eyes up and glared. At this sight, Moon-beom, who had been stroking his tightly clenched jaw as if trying hard to hold something back, smiled faintly and pressed his lips to Eun-hwi’s forehead.
Chu, chu, chu, chu.
Soft and tender, yet heat-filled flesh pressed firmly against his skin, then kissed his nose bridge, cheeks, and lips in turn. It felt as if he was being tickled inside his chest with fluffy white dandelion seeds.
“Lie down. I’m worried.”
Moon-beom gently combed Eun-hwi’s hair with his fingers, the top part fluffed up from the pillow and the sides messy.
Even though he was now a proper adult who had even had sex, Eun-hwi felt wronged to be treated like a child left alone by water, but he liked how Moon-beom cared for him attentively like a guardian.
How wonderful would it be if he could become human and monopolize Moon-beom for a possible lifetime?
Hoarding all of his gaze, attention, affection, and time.
‘The day your mother finally became my lover, this father swore to cherish only one person for a lifetime.’
For a lifetime, a lifetime.
It might be short for humans, but an infinitely long time for dokkaebi.
Eun-hwi didn’t want to experience what his father Gabi had – having to send his mother to heaven because the time that flowed for each of them was different. Ten years was enough to experience the loneliness of being left alone.
Feeling unexpectedly sentimental, Eun-hwi tightly hugged Moon-beom’s shoulders as he was arranging the bedding for Eun-hwi to sleep again. The cool, slightly bitter scent of mint and the warm temperature that could never be felt from a gui (spirit) left an impression on Eun-hwi’s heart.
“Moon-beom. Hug me.”
“Hug you?”
“Yeah. Tightly.”
“Now you’re acting all cute.”
As if not disliking the childish whining, Moon-beom showed a gentle smile and stretched out both arms to fully embrace Eun-hwi’s back. His ample bosom felt cozy.
Now that the seed of desire to become a friend and lover had sprouted in his heart, it was growing abundantly with each touch and glance, spreading lush leaves in just a day.
Eun-hwi closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the firm chest. Although his body didn’t hurt unbearably, he wanted to act a bit more spoiled since he was being cared for anyway.
Moon-beom, who was holding Eun-hwi’s waist tightly and patting his back, whispered in his ear:
“I need to go down to the village soon… Should I not go and stay with you instead?”
“Stay together…?”
“Just like this, lying in bed all day, rolling around doing nothing. No cleaning, no cooking. Just this.”
Doing nothing, lying together rolling around.
His casually offered words sounded quite tempting. Eun-hwi lifted his head from where it was buried in Moon-beom’s broad chest and looked up at him. The relaxed curve at the corner of his mouth stirred Eun-hwi’s heart even more.
Since Gabi left home, Eun-hwi had taken care of the housework every day without fail. Even when he was suffering from a high fever with a severe cold.
It was partly to welcome his father back whenever he might return, but also because there wasn’t much else he could contribute to this house.
Eun-hwi wanted to be someone essential to someone, not a useless existence that should die.
Now that he had finally become close friends with Moon-beom and didn’t have to try hard to prove his existence, he wanted to be lazy forever, trapped in this warm embrace.
But if he couldn’t gather food and make dinner, wouldn’t Moon-beom get hungry?
Even though he was receiving luxurious meals every time, Eun-hwi was so used to starving that he would be fine. But Moon-beom, being human, would have a hard time getting through the day with just one bowl of porridge.
If only he could use magic like Gabi, he could enter a paradise like in “Dream Journey to the Peach Blossom Spring” and pick some heavenly peaches for him. But all he could do was turn into dokkaebi fire, which was regrettable.
“Then will we play the sex game again later when you come back?”
Yesterday, he had promised to peel off Eun-hwi’s shell every day. If they had to do it anyway, wouldn’t it be better to feel good together?
Eager anticipation gathered in his gentle eye corners. Eun-hwi grabbed Moon-beom’s hands, which were just staring at him without answering, and shook them playfully as he said:
“I want to play with Moon-beom again.”
“That’s not possible.”
