“Hyung, did you sleep well?”
Winter sunlight spilled in through the window, the curtains left wide open. Hearing that same cheerful morning greeting made last night feel like a dream—if only he weren’t lying naked in bed, tangled up with him.
Kim Sibaek, resting on Tae Woon’s arm like a pillow, turned to respond to that bright-eyed gaze that hadn’t dimmed since last night—but a rough cough escaped instead. His throat burned. …Right, he had been a bit loud last night…
Feeling awkward for no real reason, he rubbed at his face. The moment he moved his arm, sharp aches flared across his entire body. It felt like he’d been beaten with a bat. His neck, in particular—bitten multiple times by Tae Woon—stung like the skin had been ripped off.
Still thinking he could more or less handle it, Sibaek tried to stretch—then froze. There was zero sensation in his lower body.
“……”
What he thought had been bearable turned out to be a lie—his lower half was completely numb. That’s why he hadn’t felt anything.
Honestly, healing himself after sex was just plain humiliating, but he couldn’t lie around all day. And with Tae Woon still grinning at him like that, Sibaek waved a hand to shoo him away. Healing while being watched would be even worse.
“……Could you look the other way?”
“I won’t look.”
Like a well-behaved kid, Tae Woon instantly shut his eyes. Blushing, Sibaek slipped his hand under the blanket. His waist and hips were—yeah, those spots were definitely wrecked… Ah, shit.
Somehow, he managed to cast a rough healing spell. As the wounds knit together and the numbness faded, sensation came rushing back—and Sibaek nearly screamed.
This hurts worse than when my leg got chopped off…!
At least back then, a priest of the God of Life and Seeds had instantly reattached it.
But now? Since the pain came from post-sex trauma, he couldn’t even scream properly and just turned pale. That’s when he noticed something else was wrong. He hadn’t realized it while numb, but now it felt… off. Deep inside.
To be specific, it felt like something was still lodged inside.
At first, he thought it was just lingering sensation from that very un-cute thing that had been inside him last night. But with Tae Woon lying right beside him, arm under his neck and thigh pressed tightly against his butt—it was hard to ignore.
It felt like their bodies were still connected.
Sibaek squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again.
“……Woon-ah.”
Tae Woon, still playing obedient with his eyes closed, slowly lifted his lashes. His big, puppy-dog eyes sparkled with affection beneath his fluttering lashes.
Normally, Sibaek might’ve melted at that look. But not today.
“Get out.”
“Wait, listen—there’s a reason, hyung.”
Of course. The moment he said get out, Tae Woon launched into excuses.
“This bed’s cheap and tiny. It barely fits me alone. If we tried to sleep apart, one of us would’ve fallen off for sure. We had to snuggle close.”
He had a point. Together, they probably weighed close to 200 kilograms. Considering how violently the bed had rocked and creaked, it was a miracle the frame hadn’t collapsed. Though the mattress did seem halfway caved in.
Still, there was a fatal flaw in his argument.
“There’s another bed right over there.”
“Huh?”
When Sibaek pointed out that this was a double room with two beds, Tae Woon flinched like Chunhyang being summoned to serve a corrupt magistrate.
“Hyung, are you the kind of guy who sleeps in separate beds after your first time? That’s cold…”
The way he said it, like Sibaek was some heartless jerk who threw someone out after sex, actually made Sibaek tilt his head in confusion.
“Are we dating?”
“……”
“You said you just wanted to be sex partners.”
“Ah, right. And my second reason…”
Tae Woon continued without missing a beat, like the last part never happened.
“My cock was really lonely all night. And your hole looked just as lonely. I figured the chivalrous thing to do was let them keep each other company.”
“Get. Out.”
“You’re gonna regret it if I do.”
Smirking, Tae Woon slowly pulled back his hips. As the cock that had been buried inside all night slipped free, Sibaek nearly moaned—barely stopping himself. And then he understood what Tae Woon meant by “regret.”
“……!”
The wet, obscene feeling of thick cum—still warm from the heat of his insides—oozing out of him was beyond words. He’d never imagined taking someone’s cock in his ass, but the thought of semen dripping out of it was somehow even worse.
As Sibaek flushed and trembled in embarrassment, Tae Woon licked the back of his neck and pressed gently on his lower belly. Apparently, he’d come so much that the semen, still warm and not even congealed, came spilling out in thick, heavy globs.
Tae Woon nibbled playfully at Sibaek’s already-scabbed neck, whispering low against his ear. His still-slick, heated cock rubbed lazily between Sibaek’s cheeks.
“Cooldown’s over. Want to go again? Your hole’s already open and soaking with cum—no risk of tearing this time. Perfect, right?”
“C-Cooldown?”
“Yeah, you know—the refractory period of an old man pushing a hundred. You came twice last night, and it’s morning now, so shouldn’t you be able to get hard again?”
“……”
“Oh, wait—are you still having trouble getting it up? Sorry, hyung. I’ve never been a hundred years old, so I wouldn’t know.”
His voice was so full of sincere worry that it was honestly baffling. Sibaek couldn’t even be mad—just stunned. Regaining his composure, he reached out and grabbed Tae Woon’s cheeks, yanking them outward with both hands.
“Aaaugh! Ow ow ow!”
Only after giving those shameless cheeks a good punishment did Sibaek let go and shake out his hands.
“Go wash up. Now.”
“I’ll wash you instead. You’re still sore, right?”
“You’re just planning to go another round in the shower.”
“You got me.”
Despite the dirty scheme clearly brewing in his small head, Tae Woon stood with a boyish grin, all innocence. His lean, well-defined muscles stretched in the sunlight, casting shadows across his bare skin. Even with the battle scars scattered across his body, the sheer symmetry and elegance of his frame made Sibaek look away with a cough.
Then he caught sight of himself—and sighed. It wasn’t just the back of his neck, which had been relentlessly bitten. His whole body was littered with faint bruises and teeth marks.
“So, rough stuff’s your thing?”
“Only when it’s you, hyung.”
“And what were you like with other people?”
Tae Woon, about to step into the bathroom, glanced off to the side.
“Can’t really remember. It’s been forever. It feels like I haven’t slept with anyone else in centuries.”
If he didn’t want to answer, he could’ve just said so. Sibaek waved him off, and Tae Woon smiled, pushing open the bathroom door.
“I’ll be quick. I’ll grab your clothes after.”
…So that’s why he went so quietly. He was the one who’d ripped Sibaek’s shirt to shreds last night. Glancing away from the torn remains still sprawled on the floor, Sibaek resumed healing his body.
With his damp hair barely towel-dried, Tae Woon stepped out into the hallway. From the other end came Pi Minhyung, walking alongside Na Jungwoo. Morning jog, maybe. Pi Minhyung let out a whistle when he saw him.
“Well damn. Tae, the guy who wears suits around the house like some kind of deviant—what’s with the track pants today?”
“Good morning!”
Tae Woon gave a lazy wave with just his right hand, the other still stuffed in his pocket.
“Actually, you’re just the guy I wanted to see. What do I feed this crow?”
He gestured upward at Lord Biendeoé, perched on his head. She swayed sleepily, still half-asleep but somehow clinging on.
“Hyung usually gives her fruit or snacks. Whatever’s lying around.”
“Perfect. They said there’s bananas with breakfast—she’s getting one of those. Go do your thing.”
“See you later. Take it easy.”
With a brief wave, Tae Woon made his way toward the room where Kim Siwoon was staying. He paused in front of the door, exhaled, and rubbed his face a few times. Gotta keep the expression in check.
He straightened up, made sure his demeanor was polite, and knocked. After some rustling inside, the door opened.
Tae Woon found himself looking down at a man who shared his name—Cloud Carter.
“Good morning, Dr. Carter.”
Cloud, looking almost exactly the same as he had during their last encounter, stared up at him with cool, unfamiliar eyes.
