“What?”
Yu-jin’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at Winston. In that instant, Winston felt his heart plummet.
This is bad. Yu-jin is looking at me like I’m some kind of pervert!
The way Yu-jin’s trembling gaze fixed on him made Winston’s mind go completely blank. That expression—there was no mistaking it. Anyone would see it the same way. It was the face of someone whose feelings had completely dried up. Of course, who would like a pervert? He had let himself get carried away, running wild all on his own. Serves you right, Winston Campbell!
Winston was so devastated that he wanted to tear his hair out. Why the hell did I even ask that? Idiot. If I had just let it slide, Yu-jin would’ve gone along with it without much thought. But it was too late now. He was drowning in regret, mentally berating himself when—
Winnie must be a genius.
Yu-jin looked at Winston with a mix of admiration and awe. How did he come up with such a brilliant idea? If you don’t know something, you just learn. Knowledge is something you pursue until you master it. This was just another form of study, so he had to dig deep until he got it right.
A lesson in love.
The moment he framed it that way, excitement surged in his chest. To think Winnie could come up with something so erotic and educational—he was incredible. As expected of my lover.
Winston saw the flush rise in Yu-jin’s cheeks and immediately sensed disaster. He’s probably about to tell me we should break up. Should I beg him for one more chance? Swear that I’ll never say anything so pathetic again? Damn it, Winston Campbell! Do something! Without a second thought, he blurted out in desperation.
“I’m sorry! Just forgive me this once!”
“Okay! So, where do we start?”
They spoke almost at the same time and froze, staring at each other.
“…Huh?”
“What did you just say?”
Silence fell between them once more. Yu-jin, still flushed red, was looking at him with an expression that wasn’t quite what Winston had expected.
…This doesn’t look like the face of someone staring at a pervert.
Yu-jin blinked in confusion. What did Winnie just say? His heartbeat was so loud in his ears that he hadn’t caught the words properly, but he was sure it was something important.
They simply stared at each other, both belatedly realizing that something had gone very wrong in their conversation.
Yu-jin was the first to break the silence.
“Um… What did you just say?”
His shoulders hunched slightly as he nervously gauged Winston’s reaction. Did I misunderstand something? Winston, flustered, blinked a few times before opening his mouth.
“I-I mean… that is…”
For the first time, he stammered, cold sweat running down his back. His brain finally began to kick into gear.
Oh.
It was only then that Winston fully registered what Yu-jin had said. And the realization hit him like a brick.
“Wait, you—”
Winston started to speak again but swallowed dryly. His heart, which had slowed in panic, suddenly sped up as if it were about to burst. He felt his face heat up as he instinctively covered his mouth with one hand.
He forced himself to steady his breathing. Calm down. This time, don’t rush. Get a grip, and for God’s sake, don’t mess this up! Winston bombarded himself with every warning he could think of, keeping his gaze locked on Yu-jin’s eyes as he spoke in a much lower, steadier voice.
“…Should we start over from the beginning?”
Yu-jin didn’t answer right away. But the way his eyelashes trembled, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously—it told Winston more than a thousand words ever could.
“…Yeah.”
Yu-jin barely managed to make a sound, but before the word could fully leave his lips, it was swallowed up by Winston’s mouth.
A large body pressed down on him, and Yu-jin tumbled onto the sofa beneath Winston’s weight. Their bodies melded together, not a single gap between them. Even through the thin fabric of their clothes, Yu-jin could feel the searing heat of Winston’s skin. His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut.
He hadn’t even done anything, yet he already felt breathless, as if he were going to suffocate. They were just lying there, sharing kisses—so why did it feel like he was running out of air? Yu-jin squeezed his eyes shut, his body trembling slightly as he waited for what would come next.
“Yu-jin.”
Winston whispered his name, sending an unexpected shiver down Yu-jin’s spine. He tensed, overwhelmed by the sensation. Winston, too, was breathing heavily as he gazed down at him.
This is real.
He couldn’t believe it. How many times had he imagined this? How many times had he gotten himself off, picturing this exact moment? But no matter how many times he had fantasized, reality was infinitely better. Winston stared down at the man beneath him and slowly moved his hand.
The thin fabric of Yu-jin’s shirt lifted easily with just the slightest touch, and the moment Winston caught sight of the bare skin beneath, he nearly blacked out.
He had sworn he would take it slow, but his self-restraint was already crumbling. His arousal was unbearable—if he wasn’t careful, he might lose control completely. He absolutely refused to let that happen. Taking a deep breath, Winston forced himself to hold back.
How can skin be this soft?
The moment his palm finally made contact, Winston let out a shaky breath. His hands—his whole body—were trembling so much it made his vision blur. The tension was making his head spin. Slowly, carefully, he pushed Yu-jin’s shirt higher, letting the fabric slide smoothly over his skin, revealing more of him in stages.
“Yu-jin.”
His voice was hoarse with restraint.
Yu-jin, flustered beyond belief, covered his face with both hands, peeking at Winston through the gaps between his fingers. Winston, eyes still fixed on Yu-jin’s body, continued speaking.
“Lift your shirt. With your own hands.”
“M-Me?”
“Yeah.”
Yu-jin’s eyes widened in shock at the request, but this time, Winston didn’t falter. He felt like he could push a little further. This time, I won’t mess up. This time, I won’t be called a pervert. No—
Winston paused, a sudden realization hitting him.
So what if I am?
He was in love. And when you were in love, wasn’t it natural to turn into a complete pervert?
“Yu-jin.”
Winston let out a ragged breath as he grabbed Yu-jin’s wrist. Gently but firmly, he guided Yu-jin’s limp hand down to his arousal, pressing it against the hard bulge beneath his trousers.
Yu-jin’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the swollen heat beneath his fingers. Winston parted his lips and spoke.
“Lift your shirt. Now.”
Yu-jin swallowed dryly. He had no idea why Winston was making him do this, but somehow, instinct told him to comply. Right. This is part of the lesson.
Taking a deep breath, Yu-jin grasped the hem of his shirt with both hands. Winston’s intoxicating scent filled his senses, stronger than ever, making his fingertips tense. Slowly, the fabric inched upward. He clenched his eyes shut, turning his head to the side, but even then, he could feel Winston’s burning gaze.
And that alone was enough to make heat rush to his lower abdomen.
How far up was he supposed to go? Winston wasn’t stopping him, so he hesitated but kept going.
Then, at last, when his pink nipples were fully exposed—
Winston slapped a hand over his own mouth, his breath hitching violently. For a moment, it felt like the world tilted beneath him. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His free hand darted down, unfastening his belt and undoing his buckle in one swift motion.
Clink.
The familiar sound made Yu-jin freeze. He recognized it immediately, yet his mind struggled to process it. He barely managed to squint his eyes open—only to be met with a sight that left him completely paralyzed.
Winston was pulling out his massive cock from beneath his underwear.
Yu-jin had never seen anything like it. The sheer size and thickness made his breath catch in his throat. He could only stare, unable to utter a single word.
But Winston wasn’t done. The hand that had been covering his mouth moved to overlap Yu-jin’s, pressing it against the fabric of his lifted shirt. Meanwhile, his other hand began gliding along the length of his own cock.
“Stay just like that,” Winston breathed, his voice rough and unsteady.
Yu-jin was too startled to react, yet he couldn’t tear his gaze away. His entire focus was drawn to Winston’s hands—the way they barely seemed to contain the full girth of his cock.
…Because of me…
The realization struck him out of nowhere.
He’s this turned on… because of me?
A dangerous thought crept into Yu-jin’s mind. He wanted to test it—to see just how much more he could push Winston. His embarrassment was suddenly nowhere to be found.
Boldly, he loosened his grip on his shirt. Then, Winston saw it—Yu-jin, his long fingers stretching out as he slowly ran them over his own bare chest, tracing his skin in an almost teasing caress.
“Ah—!”
The next instant, Yu-jin let out a startled cry, eyes squeezing shut.
Something hot and wet splashed onto his face.
