Chapter 113
“Already?”
“Yes.”
It hadn’t been long since he mentioned giving him a wish coupon, yet he decided its purpose so quickly. Had there been something he wanted to ask all along, requiring no deliberation?
While curious about what he might request, Muyoung felt a tinge of regret—if he’d known this would happen, he wouldn’t have set an expiration date. He felt like he’d become a petty person rushing him to use his birthday gift quickly.
‘…Wait a minute. So it wouldn’t have mattered if the wish coupon only lasted until today?’
Muyoung belatedly realized that Seokjae had deliberately informed him that only 30 minutes remained in the day just to tease him! Just as he was about to confront Seokjae with an indignant face, Seokjae spoke first.
“Could you help me with something?”
“…Help you? Me? Help you, hyung?”
“Yes.”
The fact that he wanted Muyoung’s help! Muyoung asked with wide, round eyes. Having always been desperate to be useful to Seokjae, it was an extremely tempting proposition.
“O-of course! Absolutely. I’ll do anything you ask!”
He nodded immediately, giving a definite answer—essentially offering a blank contract.
“Really? Thanks.”
Seokjae grabbed Muyoung’s hand as if he’d been waiting for this. Muyoung relaxed, letting his hand be guided as if it weren’t his own, following wherever Seokjae led him.
And then…
*Squeeze-*
Though unintentional, Muyoung’s hand encountered a thick, bulging mass that he had met once before.
‘W-what is this…’
Seeing Muyoung freeze, not yet comprehending what he was holding, Seokjae gave a slight nod. The sensation of flesh being pressed in his palm. Muyoung trembled as the vivid feeling in this surreal situation brought him back to reality.
“Gasp.”
His frozen mind began working again, and memories he had covered up burst forth like a breaking dam. The embarrassing late-night experience that he had momentarily forgotten due to Seokjae’s nonchalant behavior and the distraction of the zombie’s appearance replayed before his eyes. Along with the intense pleasure he had felt then.
Even though Seokjae was just looking at him, Muyoung’s lower body twitched involuntarily as his waist trembled.
‘No, this can’t happen!’
Alarmed by the changes in his body, Muyoung quickly raised his legs and pressed his thighs together. In doing so, he unintentionally pushed Seokjae’s hand away roughly, but it couldn’t be helped. Otherwise, he would become a pervert who touched someone else’s dick and got aroused!
‘Yesterday it was understandable because I got hard from being touched… Besides, hyung doesn’t know that it’s not because it’s someone else’s but because it’s him.’
As Muyoung retreated to the desk and curled up his body, Seokjae raised one eyebrow.
“Didn’t you say you’d do anything I asked?”
The casually spoken words struck Muyoung’s ears. Stammering at the voice that seemed to accuse him of being a liar, Muyoung finally squeezed out an excuse. Though not by choice, he had received help from Seokjae. His conscience stung at the thought of now saying, “I can’t do this.”
“Y-yes, but… I won’t be able to make you feel good like you did for me.”
“……”
What am I going to do with him? This was the thought that crossed Seokjae’s mind upon hearing Muyoung’s words.
He already knew well enough from Muyoung’s dazed face and the sticky semen that had wet his hand. That Muyoung had enjoyed his touch. However, hearing it directly from Muyoung’s mouth, though it had been close to certainty but still speculation, made him feel unexpectedly good.
“So you liked my hand that much, to worry about such things?”
“……”
Muyoung chose silence in response to the question tinged with amusement. He apparently couldn’t bring himself to deny it. Seokjae let out a small laugh and shook his head once, muttering inwardly.
‘If he really didn’t want to do it, he wouldn’t act so adorably.’
Well, that probably wasn’t the case anyway.
In fact, Seokjae was certain. Because Muyoung must have recognized the emotion that Seokjae had realized the moment he heard the words “dear Seokjae hyung.” The fact that he couldn’t answer his question right away and had to think about it was evidence enough.
It might seem like he was jumping to favorable conclusions, but Seokjae was confident.
“Is it that you don’t want to touch me?”
“Th-that’s…”
Again, Muyoung couldn’t speak. It wasn’t that he disliked it; rather, things were progressing too quickly to handle after just realizing his feelings. If anything, he wanted to touch him. He was curious about how that large thing looked, and whether he could make him ejaculate with his hands…
Meanwhile, Seokjae became even more certain watching Muyoung’s hesitant face.
‘See?’
Until now, he had thought Muyoung’s actions and attitude, which seemed like he wanted to give everything away, were due to his personality.
But today he realized: Kang Muyoung was weak for him. Very much so. And for the same reason he was weak for Muyoung.
Come to think of it, Muyoung had his own stubbornness and knew how to refuse when he wanted to. Very well, in fact. Having experienced this firsthand several times, Seokjae had overlooked the fact that Muyoung wouldn’t accept something he truly disliked just because he felt he had no choice.
‘So when he first followed us, it was because he had fallen for me.’
He had thought it was just good luck that he had caught Muyoung’s eye. With this change in perspective, even actions he had previously considered mere kindness now appeared different. These memories reinforced his certainty, and as his confidence grew, his usually restrained arrogant personality finally emerged in front of Muyoung.
“I see.”
“…Really?”
“Then just lend it to me.”
“What?”
*Crash-! Clatter!*
Seokjae swung his arm with a whooshing sound, knocking everything off the desk. Just as Muyoung’s eyes widened in surprise at the commotion of storage boxes, pencil holders, and various items falling—
*Thud-*
His curled-up body rolled backward like a roly-poly, pushed by a forceful hand.
“Ugh.”
As he winced at the sudden flood of light from the ceiling lamp, a thick arm planted itself on the desk with a thud, trapping him again. Seokjae’s shadow fell across Muyoung’s face, blocking his entire view.
“And since you refused once, as compensation, lend me something other than your hand.”
“S-something other than my hand…?”
Muyoung was helplessly swept along by Seokjae’s brazen attitude, as if he were simply taking what was rightfully his. Though flustered, rather than questioning the absurdity of it, he asked out of curiosity about what “something other than your hand” meant.
Seokjae raised his upper body to create some distance, then pressed his fingertip against the place he intended to use.
“Here.”
“Gasp.”
He was pointing at Muyoung’s thighs, which he had been desperately keeping closed to avoid showing anything embarrassing. More precisely, between his groin.
Seokjae pushed his hand into the space where Muyoung’s thighs met.
‘Aaaaah!’
Muyoung silently screamed as Seokjae’s hand wriggled its way between his thighs. Having his legs spread open felt twice as embarrassing as being touched. Muyoung shook his head frantically and spoke urgently.
“H-hand… I’ll use my hand!”
“Mmm, no. You said you weren’t confident, right? I’m not the kind of bastard who forces someone to do things. You just need to stay still.”
Just as Muyoung flinched at Seokjae’s roughened tone due to excitement, his lower body suddenly felt exposed. With one move of Seokjae’s hand, both his pants and underwear had been completely removed.
*Thud-*
The clothes in Seokjae’s hand flew far away, landing somewhere on the office floor, impossible to retrieve.
“Ha, shit-”
Muyoung’s body under the bright ceiling light had a different charm than under the moonlight. Especially since, at the time, he hadn’t noticed because he was worried about potential intruders waking up… Muyoung’s dick had an overall light pink tint.
Swallowing the curse that was about to escape, Seokjae unbuckled his pants. Then, quickly pulling down his underwear, his semi-erect dick emerged with a throb.
Having been excited since Muyoung’s hand touched him earlier, veins were already protruding along the dick. It looked ferocious, to the point where it was hard to believe it was the same body part as Muyoung’s.
“Kup.”
Despite Muyoung’s sharp intake of breath, as if shocked, Seokjae didn’t stop. He wrapped his palm around the thick tip of his dick, then slid down the dick. Reaching the base, he slowly rubbed around that area before shaking it up and down so forcefully that the skin pushed upward.
*Tap, tap, tap.*
Fluid began to form at the tip of the glans. A heavy sound reverberated around them, and at some point, Muyoung watched the scene as if entranced, like an adolescent boy seeing an adult film for the first time.
“Haah…”
How much time had passed? A low breathing sound tickled Muyoung’s ears. Raising his head as if enchanted by something, Muyoung flinched and hunched his shoulders.
“Hoo…”
It was because he had made eye contact with Seokjae, who was looking at him while exhaling a rough breath. The flashing black eyes were beautiful as always, but somehow made him want to run away.
*Gulp.* Unconsciously swallowing dry saliva, Muyoung finally averted his gaze, unable to bear it any longer.
*Grab.*
However, a large hand caught his turning head first. The long, firm fingers pressed strongly against his cheek, enough to push up the flesh of his cheeks.
