Chapter 217
“I like you! I really like you! I… Hah!”
“Ugh!”
In that moment, Tae-geon’s pillar thrust deep into the inner wall with great force. At the same time, his dick twitched once before an overwhelming surge of hot semen erupted.
With the intense stimulation piercing through the inner wall, Hyeon-woo’s dick also erupted with spurts of semen. Each time, Hyeon-woo’s inner wall contracted in rhythm, transmitting a blissful sensation to Tae-geon.
“Hah…”
Finally reaching his peak, Hyeon-woo’s entire body relaxed. Just as his heavy eyelids were about to close, Tae-geon, who had not yet pulled out, began thrusting again.
“Ah! Wait a minute…!”
Hyeon-woo, turning pale, tried to stop Tae-geon.
“I just…! Ah!”
Every time Tae-geon’s dick pulled out without losing any size, the semen spilled inside came out with it, leaving Hyeon-woo’s hole smeared with a cloudy mixture of bodily fluids and foam. Each time their skin touched and separated, sticky mucus connected them like strands of thread before breaking apart repeatedly.
Tae-geon embraced Hyeon-woo tightly and whispered heatedly.
“Keep telling me, Hyeon-woo.”
“Hah!”
“Keep it coming.”
“Hah…!”
Hyeon-woo’s hair began to sway rhythmically along with the bed.
The next morning, their actions showed no signs of stopping until dawn.
Except for that one initial time, no condoms were used again. Even without the need for protection, Hyeon-woo had more than enough pleasure.
*
A few days ago, Jerome lost his lower front tooth. Hyeon-woo’s mouth dropped open at the sight of Jerome bursting into tears after losing his tooth while biting into an apple, with the butler quickly collecting the fallen tooth.
After Tae-geon revealed to the butler that Jerome had a time capsule, it seemed the butler had no intention of hiding his excitement anymore, as if a seal had been broken. Hyeon-woo couldn’t help but stick out his tongue at the butler.
It seemed that the lost front tooth would be kept safely in the time capsule, destined to return to its original owner only on the day Jerome became an adult.
“Uncle! Guess what this is!”
Jerome flicked his tongue in the gap where his lower tooth had been, making a hissing sound. As Jerome’s endless antics continued at the dining table, Tae-geon pinched the tip of Jerome’s protruding tongue with chopsticks and said,
“Snakes have forked tongues, so let’s ask Uncle Scott to bring some scissors.”
“Eek! No…!”
Jerome retracted his tongue and glared at Tae-geon.
“Who guesses the answer like that?! Uncle, you’re mean!”
It was impressive how Jerome, despite never getting anything back and always facing such an end, never ceased his playful antics.
At one moment, Jerome’s eyes, which had been puffed up in indignation, sparkled, and Hyeon-woo quickly averted his gaze.
“…But why do snakes have forked tongues?”
Here it came again. Jerome’s endless barrage of questions. It was always Tae-geon’s responsibility to handle Jerome’s murderous curiosity as he entered the learning phase.
Watching Tae-geon answer Jerome’s questions without hesitation, Hyeon-woo was secretly amazed. This was the first time he realized how knowledgeable Tae-geon was. Wasn’t he the one who always buried his head in his studies during school and college?
Sometimes, difficult questions would come flying in, but Tae-geon would eventually find the answers, no matter how long it took. Hyeon-woo genuinely thought it was impressive that he never once brushed off Jerome’s undoubtedly annoying questions.
After finishing their meal, as they prepared for dessert, the butler came in to announce that Jerome’s garden had been completed.
Hyeon-woo and Tae-geon followed Jerome as he dashed out to the terrace. While looking outside at the garden, Hyeon-woo’s eyes widened as he discovered something.
A bright yellow forsythia was blooming in one corner of the garden. Pulling on Tae-geon’s sleeve, Hyeon-woo pointed at the clear evidence of spring with his fingertips and smiled at Tae-geon.
“…Shall we go out? For a walk together.”
Tae-geon, who had been looking at Hyeon-woo’s fingertip with a puzzled expression, suddenly opened his eyes wide as he saw the blooming forsythia. He remembered that Hyeon-woo’s mention of a promise to keep was this spring day’s walk.
With a surprised expression, Tae-geon turned to look at Hyeon-woo, and moisture began to glisten in his eyes, gradually warming up.
Tae-geon’s bare face, having shed all its hard shell and revealing its soft core, seemed like it would crumble with just a light touch, and a smile appeared on his lips. Hyeon-woo couldn’t understand why his heart ached so much at that expression.
Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?
Do you think you’re also feeling that today’s promise could be the first step toward the eternity we swore to each other?
Hyeon-woo, avoiding Tae-geon’s moist gaze, fiddled with his slightly tinged nose.
The wind was somewhat chilly, but the pouring spring sunlight was warm, making it not as cold as he had thought.
To prevent wild animals from recklessly digging up the saplings, they set up a white fence around the area and placed a sign at the entrance that read “Jerome’s Garden.” In one corner, they set up a table and bench with an awning, as well as a swing chair made of wood.
To ensure that Jerome could find his way back to the mansion no matter the situation, under Tae-geon’s direction, white stone slabs were laid like stepping stones along the path leading to the garden, easily visible even in low light.
As Hyeon-woo looked around the charming garden, he thought again that it was too precious to keep this beautiful place, the mansion, and the surrounding greenery and scenery hidden away just for themselves.
Especially the mansion, built during the late Joseon period, held significant historical value, and the furniture and items inside were as magnificent as cultural heritage.
Before returning to Korea, there was a reason he took the time to visit the grand mansion by the beach. He had often thought it would be good to apply the concept of the mansions of wealthy families that operate as galleries here.
Since the mansion itself already had great historical and cultural value, he thought it might be better to build an annex nearby instead of creating a separate gallery, allowing guests to stay there and opening the mansion to the public in a tour format at designated times.
If everything from meals to music enjoyed here was inspired by the era of the Great Empire of Korea when the mansion was built, it could spark people’s interest and joy.
Since it was a time when both hanbok and suits were worn, wouldn’t it be charming to greet guests at the entrance dressed in hanbok while holding a lantern?
If necessary, it might be good to gain knowledge in college. Would a business major be better? To truly understand the value of the mansion, perhaps studying history would be a good idea. He also wanted to learn baking and pastry-making. He had a desire to develop a signature dessert unique to this place that could be paired with traditional tea.
His heart raced with joyful imagination. Just like that spring day when he was seven, holding his father’s hand as he went to meet Tae-geon for the first time, his heart swelled with excitement and anticipation for the future he would share with him.
Soon, as the haze began to rise over the thawed ground, the lives that had endured the cold adversities and hardships of winter would awaken from their slumber. Then, the fresh green fragrance of newly sprouted buds, the chorus of birds, the warm sunlight, and the vitality of life would fill the entire land with radiant light.
It was the long-awaited beginning of spring and the end of an unusually cold and long winter.
As Hyeon-woo gazed at the clouds floating like cotton candy in the clear sky, he grabbed Tae-geon’s arm.
“I want to do something with you.”
Tae-geon’s face lit up with curiosity at the sudden remark.
“What is it?”
“You asked me if I would take responsibility for your life, right?”
“……”
“Actually, I’ve been thinking about something for a while. Would you listen?”
Hyeon-woo’s voice was filled with excitement, like a flower bud about to burst open.
As he began to outline the plans he had envisioned in his mind, Hyeon-woo’s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.
Unable to hold back any longer, Tae-geon pulled Hyeon-woo’s chin and pressed his lips against his cheek.
Every moment of the future Hyeon-woo envisioned was with him, and unable to contain the overwhelming feeling of that fact, Tae-geon embraced Hyeon-woo and showered him with kisses on his cheek, forehead, and the bridge of his nose.
Jerome, who had been running around the garden, turned around and spotted the two of them, burying his face in his hands and shouting.
“Alley-collery!”
“…Han Jerome, where did you learn that word!”
Surprised, Hyeon-woo grabbed Jerome and lifted him up, scolding him with a flushed face.
The warm spring sunlight settled on the shoulders of the three of them.
The shadow of the three, becoming one, gently swayed over the lush grass where new sprouts were emerging, casting a soft shade.
Woosung Alpha’s Sour Grapes – Completed
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
