Chapter 31
And moments later, Cheong-yeon reached yet another climax, he’d lost count of how many. As pleasure swept through his entire body against his will, his hole tightened intensely around the cock probing his inner walls, which seemed to swell even more.
“Ungh, hah…”
Veins bulged at Do-heon’s temples as his urge to ejaculate reached its limit. He immediately pulled his cock out of the hole and stroked the slick shaft with his hand.
Soon, Do-heon’s semen splattered across Cheong-yeon’s reddened buttocks and smooth back.
“Aah… ah.”
The white semen soaked Cheong-yeon’s back, dripping down along his waistline. Do-heon exhaled deeply and lay down beside Cheong-yeon. When he checked Cheong-yeon’s expression, he seemed half-dazed.
“…Was I too rough?”
“……”
“Yoo Cheong-yeon.”
“Haa, yes. It was rough.”
“Do you know who you slept with?”
The two faced each other at a distance close enough for their faces to nearly touch.
When Cheong-yeon’s response was delayed, Do-heon’s dark eyes flashed sharply.
“Answer me.”
“I slept with Director Moon Do-heon, didn’t I?”
Cheong-yeon mumbled slowly, as if he might lose consciousness at any moment. Only then did Do-heon’s rigid expression soften slightly.
“You should remember that even when you wake up.”
His words sounded increasingly distant. After experiencing such exhausting sex for the first time in his life, Cheong-yeon had no strength left in his body, and his mind was hazy.
Even lifting his eyelids after closing them once was arduous, as he was completely drained. Nevertheless, Cheong-yeon painfully raised his eyelids again and again. Each time he opened his eyes, Do-heon’s face was right in front of him.
Usually, it was difficult to maintain eye contact with him for long, but not now. He didn’t dislike meeting those dark, dry eyes—he could look at them all day.
Even though, as always, he couldn’t feel any emotion toward himself from them.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“…My elbows and knees… hurt too much.”
“I’ll have to change the bed.”
Cheong-yeon opened his mouth to answer. But his body and mind were too exhausted to make any sound.
His blurry vision soon closed completely.
A few seconds later, he felt something touch his cheek, but Cheong-yeon quickly lost consciousness.
*
When he opened his eyes, he felt refreshed. Additionally, bright sunlight covered his entire face, making his eyelids sting.
He clearly remembered falling asleep thinking the bed mattress was too hard. Was it just his imagination? Why did it now feel so soft and cozy…
“Wait. Oh, no way.”
Cheong-yeon anxiously mumbled as he rolled his eyes around to survey his surroundings. A very familiar scene came into view.
High ceilings and light fixtures, a large decorative cabinet, and an interior bright with sunlight even without turning on the lights.
“What? This is my room.”
Cheong-yeon sat up abruptly.
It was his room from before the divorce with Do-heon. Strictly speaking, it was no longer his room since he was now divorced from Do-heon.
Waking up here was surprising enough, but what shocked Cheong-yeon more was the state of the room.
On the table were his usual eye mask, the supplements he regularly took, and a water bottle filled to the brim. The economics book he had been reading to somehow join conversations at gatherings with Do-heon, a flower vase, and even the perfume he used whenever he went out.
What’s going on? Had he traveled back in time? Everything was exactly as it had been right before he left this house.
Cheong-yeon’s gaze then turned to his reflection in the mirror. He had definitely been naked when he fell asleep, but somehow he was now dressed in the pajamas he used to wear when living with Do-heon.
“…Is this even possible?”
Cheong-yeon held his forehead, unable to easily accept the situation.
Surely he hadn’t actually traveled back in time? That’s a common plot device in web dramas these days.
But the pain remaining in his buttocks and lower abdomen was too vivid to have gone back to the past. As if someone had thoroughly beaten him while he slept.
And since Cheong-yeon knew exactly why his body hurt like this, he had to accept reality.
“So this room still hasn’t been cleared out?”
How long has it been since the divorce? And didn’t he clearly pack up all his belongings last time and put them in the living room, saying to take them away?
For Cheong-yeon, who had seen with his own eyes the luggage messily placed in the living room, this was bewildering. All those belongings had returned to their original places.
No wonder he felt something strange as soon as he woke up…
Cheong-yeon froze in place, goosebumps rising beyond mere confusion. The question “why?” wouldn’t leave his mind.
After a moment, having barely regained his senses, Cheong-yeon took steps to check the dressing room attached to the bedroom.
“Aack, my waist! Ah, I’m dying.”
His mind was urgent, but after being pounded by that human weapon for hours, his lower abdomen, buttocks, waist, and legs burned with pain. On top of that, his arms and shoulders hurt too.
It was good that his heat cycle symptoms had disappeared, but instead, his entire body ached.
Cheong-yeon walked precariously like a newborn calf struggling to stand and flung open the dressing room door.
“Huh. This is driving me crazy.”
As expected, the hangers held nothing but Cheong-yeon’s clothes. Now fear overshadowed confusion.
What was it that he had put out in the living room back then? Did someone deliberately move everything back here and reorganize it? But why? Because it was a waste to throw away? JT Electronics’ Director Moon Do-heon, who lived as if he didn’t know the value of money, wouldn’t suddenly decide to become frugal.
Too scared to stay there any longer, Cheong-yeon stumbled out of the room and took the rarely used house elevator down to the first floor. Upon arriving and looking around, he found that the living room on both the second and first floors remained exactly as they were before he left the house.
It was so unchanged that Cheong-yeon might have believed he and Do-heon were still living together, and that his divorce and leaving the house had all been just a dream.
“You’re up?”
As he entered the dining room, Do-heon was calmly sitting at the table drinking tea. Unusually, he was wearing neat home attire instead of a suit.
“Why am I here?”
Cheong-yeon skipped any greeting and immediately demanded an explanation for the situation.
In response, Do-heon pushed aside the tablet he had been looking at instead of documents, with his characteristically emotionless expression.
“I felt uneasy leaving you alone in that rotten house, so I brought you here.”
“……”
His voice was arrogant, as if saying, “I, personally, rescued you from that shabby house.” Cheong-yeon was speechless with disbelief for a moment.
There’s a limit to rudeness; he didn’t understand why Do-heon kept calling it rotten furniture and a rotten house. Why call it rotten when it’s perfectly fine? It’s just that this place is exceptionally nice, not that my house is uninhabitable.
“Eat. I had them prepare food, expecting you’d wake up around this time.”
Do-heon gestured with his chin for Cheong-yeon, who was standing still, to sit in the seat across from him. Then, an employee from the kitchen approached with steaming rice and soup.
“Director.”
“……”
“Director Moon Do-heon.”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
Cheong-yeon remained standing and asked in a subdued voice.
“Is telling you to eat such a wrong thing to say that you need to get so serious?”
“Just because we slept together once doesn’t mean you suddenly like me… I don’t understand why this house and all my belongings are exactly the same.”
The fact that everything was so intact that he could claim he’d been here until yesterday complicated Cheong-yeon’s feelings.
What was he keeping this house like this for? Even if he suddenly regretted divorcing him, this wasn’t like him.
For a moment, Cheong-yeon wondered if he had been too busy to organize things, but he wouldn’t be doing the organizing himself anyway. This assumption didn’t make sense either.
“Sit down and I’ll tell you.”
Unlike the burning curiosity Cheong-yeon felt, Do-heon remained completely calm. Cheong-yeon glared at him as he sat at the table.
“Now tell me.”
“You still don’t understand why I’m doing this? It means come back home.”
The answer Cheong-yeon had vaguely anticipated came from Do-heon’s lips. He couldn’t understand why the man who hadn’t batted an eye until the day of their divorce was now saying such things, but Cheong-yeon had no desire to return to this house.
“I have my own place.”
“That cramped room that’s falling apart?”
“……”
“Can you even call that a home?”
“I eat and sleep there, so it’s a home to me.”
“Isn’t that enough now? Stop acting like a child and come back.”
“……”
Shadows fell across Cheong-yeon’s face at Do-heon’s commanding tone.
Looking at his forceful voice and cold expression, Cheong-yeon had the illusion that shackles were being clamped around his ankles again with a metallic click.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
