My Soft Rice Cake 82

The moment he realized what was happening, Go Hoon writhed again in Bae Jung-yoon’s grasp, but his resistance didn’t last. A rough hand gripped him tightly, dragging across his skin, and his mind went completely blank.

Pre-cum dripped steadily, and the wet friction grew louder. As his arousal hit its peak, his hips gave a sharp tremble, and a thick stream of white fluid burst forth.

Go Hoon threw his head back, forgetting to breathe. The climax dragged on longer than expected. After spurting again and again, his cock finally wilted. At the same time, he bent forward, gasping for air.

He slowly lifted his eyelids. His eyes dropped to the messy semen that had stained not just his own shirt, but also Bae Jung-yoon’s fingers. Maybe it really had been a long time, just like Jung-yoon said—there was more than he’d expected.

As the haze in his mind cleared, a crushing wave of emptiness and shame settled in the wake of pleasure.

“You’ve got more of a monk’s temperament than I thought, Hoon-ah.”

Bae Jung-yoon muttered as he pulled his hand away, but it didn’t sound like a compliment.

Go Hoon couldn’t suppress the sudden rush of fury. Without warning, he turned and threw a punch.

Thwack!

The hit didn’t sound particularly satisfying.

His footing was unstable, and he’d used his left hand—now the bones along the back of it throbbed with a dull ache. Still, the punch landed. A split opened at the corner of Jung-yoon’s mouth, and blood began to seep out.

“…You crazy fuck.”

Go Hoon spat the words between ragged breaths. Bae Jung-yoon touched the cut with his thumb, then licked the blood.

“Guess I pissed you off again.”

His calm expression only made Go Hoon angrier.

“Of course you—”

Go Hoon started to snap but froze.

Bae Jung-yoon was still hard. Swollen. With that kind of erection, he should’ve been uncomfortable, but he looked completely unfazed.

There were so many things Go Hoon wanted to say, but nothing made it out.

“Ah, this?”

Catching on to where Go Hoon’s eyes had landed, Bae Jung-yoon casually gestured downward.

“You were squirming so much, it just… happened.”

Go Hoon’s brow furrowed. What the hell is this bastard’s deal? The absurdity of it all doused the fury that had risen to his head.

Speechless for a moment, he stared at Jung-yoon’s shameless face, then quickly wiped himself down with the towel in his hand.

“Just… take care of that and come out.”

After glancing warily at Jung-yoon’s groin, he hurried out of the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him, and he leaned against the wall.

“Haah…”

Only after escaping the thick, sticky air of the bathroom did it feel like he could finally breathe again.

***

Still wearing clothes stained with the aftermath felt disgusting, so he changed into something clean. After that, his strength drained all at once, and he sank deep into the couch.

For a moment, he seriously considered packing his things and leaving. But as soon as the impulse hit, reason caught up.

Even if he left Bae Jung-yoon’s house, what would he really gain? Someone once said that running away from home just leads to more hardship—but for him, it was the opposite. The moment he returned home, the real suffering would begin.

Go Hoon looked over his battered body from the ground up.

Not yet. He wasn’t in good enough condition to live on his own just yet.

As he methodically weighed the pros and cons, he ended up staying right where he was, heavy and unmoving. He forced his mind to settle.

Let’s think rationally. Yeah. Guys mess around with each other sometimes. It happens.

There were guys like that in the army too—morons who’d grab anyone nearby and grind on them like it was some crude imitation of sex, like their brains had taken a bullet.

The world of men was no different from an animal kingdom. So maybe this was just fooling around. Even Bae Jung-yoon said it wasn’t a big deal.

Yeah. Just think of it like that…

But then the image of himself panting under that strong, heavy body came to mind, and Go Hoon buried his face in his palms.

“…Fuck. This is so humiliating.”

All that panting and moaning just from having his dick touched? And then the feel of Jung-yoon’s erection pressed up against his ass. This was a full-blown disaster.

The memory of that massive bulge came rushing back. Go Hoon clenched and then slowly released his left hand. A sharp pain pulsed through it.

Maybe I shouldn’t have punched him.

At least that hand had still been usable as long as he kept it dry. Now both hands were basically useless.

With a long sigh, Go Hoon stared blankly into space. Bae Jung-yoon… What the hell is going on in that guy’s head? He was impossible to figure out.

Didn’t he think Go Hoon was Kkongddeok? Had he been scared for nothing this whole time? If Jung-yoon thought he was Kkongddeok, there’s no way he would’ve done something like that. …Or would he? If it’s Bae Jung-yoon, maybe he would?

The more he tried to sort through it, the more tangled his thoughts became.

And seriously, what the hell was taking him so long? Without realizing it, Go Hoon found himself straining to listen. He could hear water running behind the closed door.

He frowned, focusing on the sound. Eventually, it stopped. Then, shortly after, the bathroom door creaked open.

Go Hoon’s eyes locked onto Bae Jung-yoon, unwavering. His gaze fixated on the dried blood crusting at the corner of Jung-yoon’s mouth. Even with such a pointed glare aimed straight at him, the man showed no sign of discomfort—calm, as always.

Jung-yoon emerged from the bathroom holding a towel in one hand. Without a word, he headed into the kitchen, opened the freezer, and pulled something out.

As he walked toward the sofa where Go Hoon sat, his steps unhurried but purposeful, Go Hoon watched him closely, not blinking once. What the hell is he up to now?

Jung-yoon dropped down beside him with a soft thud and suddenly reached for his arm. Go Hoon instinctively tensed, bracing against it, but Jung-yoon’s strength easily overpowered him. With a firm grip on his wrist, he yanked Go Hoon’s hand forward before he could resist.

“What the hell are you trying to—”

Go Hoon scowled, ready to demand answers, but fell silent as soon as something cold pressed against the back of his hand. An ice pack, wrapped in a towel.

So that’s what he was doing—treating the swelling. A dry, bitter chuckle escaped his lips.

“…Seriously, what is your deal?”

“I figured your hand probably took more damage than my face.”

As much as it stung to admit, he had a point. The punch had landed poorly somehow—while Jung-yoon’s lip had split, Go Hoon’s hand had ballooned into a bruised, unsightly mess.

“So what, you hurt me and now you’re playing nurse?”

The words came out sharp, his tone biting. None of this would’ve happened if Jung-yoon hadn’t pulled that crap in the first place.

“I’m trying, in my own way, to only give you good things, Hoon-ah.”

His voice was calm, almost gentle. And his expression—for once—looked sincere. His jet-black eyes slowly rose, meeting Go Hoon’s without wavering.

“Did you really hate it that much?”

Go Hoon’s lips parted slightly. There he goes again, acting like the wounded one… It was aggravating.

If someone asked whether he hated it, the normal, expected response would be a firm yes. He wanted to say it outright. But the truth? That was the problem—it wasn’t as simple as just hate.

It hit him all over again how stupidly weak men could be when it came to physical pleasure. Or maybe—no, maybe this wasn’t about instinct or biology. Maybe the real issue was just… him.

His gaze drifted unconsciously to the hand holding the ice pack. That same hand had just gripped his cock. The realization hit like a jolt, and his eyes darted away in a panic.

Still hesitating, unable to speak, Go Hoon saw Bae Jung-yoon come to his own conclusion.

“Alright. I won’t touch you again unless you say it’s okay. Got it?”

His tone softened, as if trying to coax a small animal. Still, not a single word of apology. Not once. It was clear Bae Jung-yoon didn’t understand—didn’t even see—what the actual problem was.

Go Hoon finally let out a slow breath and let his shoulders sag. What am I even expecting from this guy? He knew he shouldn’t be like this, but whenever he was in front of Bae Jung-yoon, something inside him twisted. Bent in the wrong direction. Maybe, deep down, he’d already decided this man wasn’t someone bound by common sense.

Still staring him down, Go Hoon didn’t soften his gaze as he asked flatly:

“You really used to jerk off your childhood friend?”

He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. He wanted to know if that story was true. A part of him still wondered—was it just bait? A lie to draw him in?

But then again, what reason would Bae Jung-yoon have to lie? Even as he asked, Go Hoon already knew the answer. Someone like him wouldn’t bother making up a story like that.

Author: Levia