#68
With awareness, a brief chill ran through his body, but the lips settling on his chest made him shiver with relief. As he let out a satisfied moan from the heat, the constraining layer that had been bothering him below was suddenly stripped away.
After a brief silence, Kang Jihan spoke.
“There really isn’t one.”
His voice carried a clear hint of amusement. Before Nam Seonwoo could question what wasn’t there or why he was laughing, his dick were grasped. Though not softer than lips, the warmth enveloping his sensitive skin all at once was comforting.
“It’s even more… than I thought.”
“Ah, ah…”
“Beautiful. Just like you.”
For some reason, the voice seemed to come from a bit far away. The moment he gently lifted his eyes, which he hadn’t realized were closed, a white flash blinded him from the sensation below. His dick, which had been adjusting to the touch of a palm, were suddenly enveloped by moist mucous membrane.
“Ugh…!”
At the end of his gaze, which he had barely managed to lower, he saw the top of Kang Jihan’s head. As he watched the black hair tickling his stomach, a thought suddenly struck him. This dream was unusually strange.
It wasn’t strange for Kang Jihan to be performing fellatio. Whether in dreams or reality, it wasn’t uncommon for him to do so. The guy who used to be obsessively clean oddly enjoyed oral sex.
‘While not letting me do it.’
As he was pouting, remembering his ex-boyfriend’s strange standards, he suddenly met Kang Jihan’s upturned gaze. He didn’t break eye contact as he slowly lowered his head. At the same time, the tip of Nam Seonwoo’s dick touched something firm.
“…!”
It was indeed strange. The stimulation was much more intense than in any previous dream. It felt so real he could believe it wasn’t a dream. With that overly realistic sensation, Nam Seonwoo finally ejaculated right into Kang Jihan’s mouth.
Even after the climax passed, it felt like electric currents were spreading through his body from his waist. His breath came out rough, as if he was having a seizure. But amidst those breaths, he heard the sound of swallowing.
“…?”
Kang Jihan had already come back into view. With white semen on his lips, he smiled.
“Premature ejaculation?”
Nam Seonwoo didn’t have the strength to retort. His rapidly rising and falling chest gradually calmed down. But his body, knowing well that this wasn’t nearly the end, grew even hotter in anticipation of what was to come.
It was amazing how vivid this dream was after so long. If it was this intense just from oral, he was both exhausted and excited about what the main event would be like.
‘Wow. I really am sexually frustrated.’
Unconsciously swallowing, Nam Seonwoo pulled Kang Jihan’s neck. Unlike earlier when he stubbornly resisted being pulled, Kang Jihan obediently lowered his upper body.
Holding Kang Jihan felt warmer than being covered by a blanket. The heat pressing against his chest felt so good that he tightened his arms around him, and something heavy rubbed against his dick.
Simultaneously, a gasp escaped. Kang Jihan, who had sharply inhaled, quickly undid the arms around his neck and firmly grasped Nam Seonwoo’s hands. The hands, which he expected to be pulled down, were carefully placed on Kang Jihan’s cheeks.
Nam Seonwoo blankly stared at the man masturbating while rubbing his face against his palm. This seemed like a first. Somehow, watching this scene felt more… than kissing until they were out of breath.
“Ugh, Nam Seonwoo…”
He felt completely filled.
Unable to hold back, Nam Seonwoo kissed Kang Jihan. His dick, which had been helplessly rubbing against the explicit heat, were already hard again. He wanted to become one with Kang Jihan quickly. So he whispered while sucking on his lips, asking him to put it in right away.
At that moment, something hot spilled onto his chest. Feeling the dick pressed against him tremble as if convulsing, Nam Seonwoo felt a dull question.
Why so quickly…
The fleeting question was soon washed away by the kiss that followed. It was a rushed kiss that felt almost clumsy. Kang Jihan grabbed his dripping dick and rubbed it against Nam Seonwoo’s navel as if wiping it off.
The cool trembling of the tip that kept gushing endlessly was keenly felt. His hips tensed involuntarily at the sensation he had only felt inside before.
“Ah, hurry…”
Though he fidgeted his legs impatiently, Kang Jihan just held his breath without giving the desired stimulation.
“No.”
He muttered, biting Nam Seonwoo’s nose tip after pulling away from his lips.
“What’s so pretty.”
Contrary to his words of reproach, his touch was gentle as he removed the hair sticking to Nam Seonwoo’s face. As he quietly received the slow yet thorough caress, his rushed breathing gradually calmed. More than the stimulation that would come after, this small moment of tranquility seemed to fill his body.
His eyes closed naturally at the growing comfort. He felt as if his body was slowly sinking somewhere.
I missed you, Seonwoo.
With the final thought that it was indeed a pleasant voice, Nam Seonwoo fell into a peaceful sleep.
* * *
Looking at the familiar officetel ceiling, Nam Seonwoo felt a sense of déjà vu.
As he lay dazed on the bed, he could hear birds chirping outside the window. At the sound that he would only hear when he had slept in extremely late, he barely managed to raise his upper body.
What day of the week was it again?
His uncooperative head throbbed with a headache. When he unconsciously lifted the blanket, he saw his bare legs.
“…”
It wasn’t just his legs. His gaze quickly scanned his body. He was completely naked. When he turned his head abruptly, he saw the clothes he had worn yesterday neatly folded on the floor.
Some people sleep naked, but Nam Seonwoo wasn’t one of them. Moreover, he didn’t lie down without even underwear like this. Although he had lain on the bed in outdoor clothes before, he had never fallen asleep completely naked.
Wondering if he had discovered a drinking habit he didn’t know about, Nam Seonwoo looked back at the clothes on the floor. The clothes, folded neatly as if displayed in a clothing store, weren’t in the style Nam Seonwoo usually folded. As he was marveling, wondering if his drunken behavior included ‘neatly folding clothes’, he suddenly realized.
Nam Seonwoo suddenly realized that besides the bird sounds, another sound had been continuously audible.
The officetel had a structure where two rooms faced each other centered around a living room. The sound was coming from the living room. As it wasn’t the usual kind of noise he heard, Nam Seonwoo opened the door with some tension.
‘What the…’
He had hoped it wasn’t the case, but someone was really standing in the kitchen. Seeing the back view that almost reached the ceiling, Kim Minhwan came to mind for a moment, but it wasn’t a body that looked as dull as his. Suddenly, a scene flashed through his mind.
He clearly remembered sitting against the store’s outer wall after sending off Kim Minhwan last. After that, he had seen some hallucinations while drunk and…
‘Wait.’
Could it be that what he saw then… Nam Seonwoo silently looked around the room. On closer inspection, the clothes on the floor were folded in a familiar way. And the reason it felt ‘familiar’ was…
When his trembling eyes turned back to the kitchen, Kang Jihan turned around.
“You’re up?”
It was a greeting that sounded like something a homeowner would say. At this brazen behavior, Nam Seonwoo, at a loss for words, carefully observed the kitchen. He could quickly identify the source of the sizzling sound. A delicious smell was permeating the air.
“The fridge was too empty.”
Kang Jihan arbitrarily opened a cabinet and took out a flat dish. Nam Seonwoo, who didn’t even know he had such a dish, asked the important question after a while.
“Why are you here?”
“You invited me.”
“I did?”
That was absolutely impossible. He had been hiding in this officetel for a year now, just in case Kang Jihan might find out. And now he’s saying I personally invited Kang Jihan to my home?
“Don’t worry. I didn’t see the front door password.”
Kang Jihan, who had missed the point of concern, turned off the induction stove and transferred something onto the plate.
“There weren’t many ingredients, so I just made this.”
A golden French toast was placed on the island countertop. It was a completely different visual from the rough rice ball where you could see the salt with the naked eye. Moreover, a fork and knife were already placed beside the plate. So Nam Seonwoo almost sat down at the table without realizing it.
“…I must have been really drunk yesterday.”
He shouldn’t get swept up again. He needed to clarify what needed to be clarified.
“Anyway, let’s say I brought you here. But what are you doing now?”
Even if he had let him into the house, both following him so readily and waiting until he woke up while making breakfast were strange. If he left it like this, it was clear that he would ambiguously cross the line again. Since they ended up facing each other like this, he needed to draw a clear line.
“Who are you to be doing this?”
There was no justification for Kang Jihan to be doing this now. After all, Kang Jihan was no longer Nam Seonwoo’s friend, classmate, or lover.
He revealed this obvious fact that Kang Jihan should know, but he showed no particular change in expression. Rather, with a look as if asking why he was asking such a thing, he answered.
“Because I’m your Manito?”
“…What?”
“I’m your junior’s Manito.”
Junior. Only after hearing that word did Nam Seonwoo realize that the Manito Kang Jihan was talking about was referring to the team project for Contemporary Society.
‘But I’m sure Kim Minhwan…’
He had said he thought his Manito was Kang Jihan. Didn’t he say at yesterday’s drinking party that he had received a message? Telling him to drink moderately.
As if noticing his confusion, Kang Jihan rummaged through his pocket. What he took out of his wallet was a note folded in a familiar shape. But who on earth carries around a Manito note in their wallet? As Nam Seonwoo was glaring at it with a wary look, Kang Jihan unfolded the note.
“Your destined Manito: Nam Seonwoo ^ㅇ^”
Kim Minhwan’s flamboyant handwriting. It was indeed a Manito note.
“…So you’re in the middle of the team project now?”
“My grades this semester are quite important.”
How important could a mere 2-credit elective be for a sophomore? It was nonsense. As Nam Seonwoo was about to retort while pushing away the hand that offered the note, Kang Jihan spoke first.
“But are you going to stay like that?”
Like that? As Nam Seonwoo questioned with his eyes, Kang Jihan’s finger pointed at Nam Seonwoo’s body. As he slowly lowered his gaze following the direction of the fingertip, he thought his vision was too white.
“I don’t mind, though.”
The reason was simple. Nam Seonwoo had come out in his current naked state.
