“Goodbye, Manager Yoon.”
“Yeah, take care.”
Everything had returned to normal.
“I’ll head out first, Director.”
“Alright. Be safe on your way home, Manager Yoon.”
Waking up, going to work, forcing himself through unwanted tasks, exchanging polite greetings, and leaving work with a light step—a typical day.
Beep beep beep beep
Seong-hyeon entered his home, punching in the four-digit code. His routine was ordinary, much like before “the incident.” Having lost it once, he now appreciated the value of this mundane life. This ordinary life had returned to him.
So, Seong-hyeon should have been happy.
But why did he feel this way?
“……”
The silence in the living room after work felt heavy. The emptiness of the house, which should have been familiar, felt strange.
It bothered him.
Loosening his tie and tossing his jacket to the floor, Seong-hyeon bit his lip. This was supposed to be normal. This was his original life. So why did it feel so awkward?
“Damn it.”
Seong-hyeon cursed under his breath and hurried to the kitchen. His hunger must be making him irritable. He ignored the fact that he wasn’t usually a big eater and convinced himself that his strange emptiness and anxiety were due to hunger.
“What’s in the fridge?”
He muttered to himself, something he rarely did, as he reached for the fridge door. He paused, momentarily feeling like the familiar kitchen was unfamiliar.
‘Should I make something you like for dinner?’
He remembered the man’s fingers gently caressing his face, the soft, moist skin brushing against his lips, and the warm breath that made his lips tingle. The steaming dish on the table, the man feeding him with his own hands.
‘You’re so pretty, Seong-hyeon, so pretty.’
The man’s smiling face as he stroked him, his tender gaze, and the way he looked at Seong-hyeon as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
‘Then beg for it, Seong-hyeon.’
The low, heated voice.
“……Damn it!”
He did it again. He tried not to think about that crazy bastard, but the memories flooded back. And just thinking about him made his body react.
His backside tingled, as if craving something. He could vividly feel the sensation of his hole clenching, wanting to be filled. His face flushed as he remembered the thick shaft pushing into him, the rough pulse and heat of the man’s body pressing against him.
‘You’re dripping just from me touching your nipples?’
The crude, dirty words echoed in his mind, making his hole twitch. Seong-hyeon shook his head frantically, trying to ignore the sensation. He told himself he was a man and should be touching his cock, not his ass. Determined, he pressed his forehead against the fridge and reached between his legs. He needed to get hard and come.
‘This is Seong-hyeon’s clit.’
Another memory surfaced, making him gasp. No, that wasn’t right. He had a penis, not a clitoris. He was just like any other man.
But why…
“Hnng…….”
Why didn’t it feel good when he touched himself here?
Seong-hyeon pulled down his underwear and stroked his soft penis, but it was no use. It only grew warm, refusing to harden.
Seong-hyeon’s frustration grew as he roughly handled his penis, but the familiar, intense pleasure was absent, leaving only emptiness.
No, this isn’t right. It’s just been too long, and I’m out of practice…
The cold from the fridge against his forehead made his head throb. He desperately sought excuses for his body’s lack of response, blaming the chill for his inability to get aroused. Just as he was frantically trying to stimulate himself,
“Hnng!”
His hand slipped, and his finger pressed firmly against his perineum. A sudden, intense heat surged in his lower abdomen, making him freeze.
“……”
Seong-hyeon remained still for a moment. The silence in the empty room was deafening. He glanced around cautiously before slowly lowering his gaze. No one was here. No one could see him… His trembling eyelashes cast shadows over his flushed cheeks, hiding his expression.
“Mmm, ah…….?”
His fingers, which had been clumsily rubbing his cock, began to move downwards. They tentatively explored the soft, warm area where he had accidentally pressed earlier. His neatly trimmed fingertips gently rubbed the particularly soft spot, gradually moving lower.
Finally, as his finger slipped between his buttocks, Seong-hyeon felt the heat radiating from his entrance. His starved hole quivered, eager for anything to fill it. Now familiar with the pleasure of penetration, his entrance trembled at the slightest touch.
“Ah!”
His index finger easily slipped inside, and his hole eagerly drew it in deeper. Seong-hyeon pushed his finger in up to the second knuckle and slowly twisted it. He could feel the soft, clinging flesh inside gripping his finger tightly. The wet, sucking sounds echoed as he moved his finger in and out, reminiscent of a deep, passionate kiss. He pressed his forehead against the cold door, biting his lip.
“Hnng, ah, mmm…….”
Despite his efforts, a moan escaped his lips. He pushed his finger in as deep as it would go, twisting and rubbing the soft, melting flesh inside.
‘Your pussy is going to devour my finger.’
He remembered the man’s lazy, drawling voice.
‘Want to put your finger in too, Seong-hyeon? You should know how good your hole feels.’
The wet sounds of his finger moving in and out filled the air as his hips bucked. His underwear was still halfway down, barely clinging to his pale buttocks, which quivered with each movement.
His hips moved as if seducing the man. Seong-hyeon’s face began to relax as he explored his hole, mimicking the man’s touch and teachings.
“Ah, hnng, mmm…….”
His finger, initially tentative, now moved freely in and out. His hole, slick with clear fluid, easily accommodated another finger. The entrance stretched wide, hungry for more, its inner walls clenching. The sensation of the man’s thicker fingers was etched into his flesh like a deep burn. It felt so good, yet maddeningly insufficient.
He wished for something bigger to fill him, to thrust deep inside, calling his name…
‘Seong-hyeon’
The memory of the man’s thick, hot shaft pounding into him, accompanied by his voice, overwhelmed Seong-hyeon.
“Haaaah!”
A sweet, desperate moan escaped him as his vision flickered white.
“Ah, hnng….”
The tremors didn’t subside. Still leaning against the fridge, Seong-hyeon struggled to catch his breath. He couldn’t think straight. The realization that he could only climax by touching his backside, not his front, was horrifying.
Yet, at the same time…
“……Damn it.”
It wasn’t enough. The orgasm from his own fingers was like a single drop of water in a parched mouth. His thirst remained unquenched, the burning desire only intensifying. He sniffled, gritting his teeth.
“That fucking bastard…”
He wanted to die. The thought of craving something thicker and hotter inside him was humiliating and heartbreaking. Weakly, he cursed again and banged his forehead against the door. His pale forehead reddened, but he felt no pain. His hole, still hungry, pulsed around his two fingers. He didn’t know how to satisfy this urge, this need that wouldn’t be denied.
How long would this torment last? Forever? The thought made him pale. He slumped, shoulders sagging, eyes tightly shut. How could he escape this nightmare?
Bzzz…
Suddenly, a vibration sounded. Seong-hyeon turned to see his phone lighting up among the discarded clothes in the living room. Someone was trying to reach him.
Annoyed, Seong-hyeon forced himself to stand up and check his phone, hoping for a distraction from his gloomy thoughts. He didn’t want to keep dwelling on his situation.
He picked up his phone and paused, seeing an unfamiliar message on the screen. Spam, perhaps?
[Instruction: Yoon Seong-hyeon will forget about ㅁㅁㅁ.]
“What is this?”
The sudden unpleasantness made Seong-hyeon frown. ㅁㅁㅁ was definitely that…
“Who was it again?”
He blinked, trying to recall, but couldn’t remember who ㅁㅁㅁ was. No face, no voice, nothing. Just an eerie feeling lingering in his chest.
As he stared at his phone, it buzzed again. This time, it was a message from a high school friend. A simple greeting followed by an unexpected proposal:
<Seong-hyeon, interested in a blind date?>
It was completely unexpected.
