Yeonwoo had never imagined Munbeom would bury his face in such a place.
Though it had already happened, Yeonwoo remained captivated by the incredible experience. No matter how many times he mulled it over, he couldn’t believe it. How could someone put their mouth there?
“…I guess there’s too much I don’t know.”
Yeonwoo startled at his own muttering, which sounded louder than expected, and quickly covered his mouth. He checked the closed bathroom door, but still feeling uneasy, he moved deeper into the corner of the bathtub.
Yeonwoo sat alone in the circular tub, spacious enough for two. The warm water made his entire body languid, causing his eyes to close several times. But each time, he saw Munbeom burying his face in that intimate place.
How could anyone do such a thing? It remained strange no matter how many times he thought about it. But even stranger was the fact that he himself had felt pleasure from it.
Everything had escalated quickly since Yeonwoo first became intimate with Munbeom. The first time, he suffered for four days with feverish heat and an aching pelvis, as if he had the flu. Now, perhaps having grown accustomed, he recovered in just a day or two. Sitting in this warm water now would likely help his body recover even faster.
It would be nice if there was a bathtub like this at his current place. Or maybe not—he probably couldn’t afford to use it often because of the water bill.
Knock knock.
Lost in his scattered thoughts, Yeonwoo looked toward the door when he heard knocking. When Yeonwoo remained silent, another knock came followed by a voice saying, “I’m coming in.” He recognized who it was. He just didn’t understand why the knock. Could he be planning to enter? Realizing this possibility, Yeonwoo hugged his raised knees and softly answered, “Yes.”
As soon as he heard Yeonwoo’s voice, Munbeom opened the door. Seeing Yeonwoo, he raised one eyebrow.
The suite they were staying in had multiple bathrooms. Munbeom, wearing only a robe, perhaps having already bathed elsewhere, strode over and sat on the edge of the tub. After testing the water with his hand, he muttered:
“It’s lukewarm.”
“…I was about to get out.”
He had only taken longer because he was lost in thought. And the man who had plunged Yeonwoo into this contemplation wore an utterly nonchalant expression. When his seemingly indifferent gaze turned to Yeonwoo, Yeonwoo swallowed dryly, then quietly turned away, gripping his fingers on his knees.
Though he might have wanted to appear calm, his earlobes and cheeks were flushed pink. His rounded knees peeking above the water were also a light peach color. After examining every part—shoulders, arms, and the portions submerged in water—Munbeom spoke:
“It’s not good to sit too long.”
“I was about to get out…”
“If you enjoy the water, there’s also a swimming pool we could go to.”
Yeonwoo looked up at him, blinking slowly.
Seeing Yeonwoo’s confused expression, Munbeom lifted one corner of his mouth.
“You probably didn’t notice because you had no time to look around due to me, but there’s a private pool here too.”
“…”
In the cramped car, with his body nearly folded in half, Yeonwoo couldn’t think straight as his hole was sucked and repeatedly penetrated by the other’s dick. While he was writhing and crying from the thick dick pounding inside him, he must have briefly lost consciousness. When he came to his senses feeling his body being moved, he found himself being carried in Munbeom’s arms. Though he struggled to get down in surprise, Munbeom wouldn’t let go.
Carried all the way to the bathroom, Yeonwoo remained dazed when Munbeom told him to wash up, and had to remove the loosely draped clothes.
Today, after meeting Munbeom, they had done many things. They ate a satisfying meal and had sex in the car. That seemed enough for one day, so what more could there be?
“Since we couldn’t go into the ocean before. Let’s at least splash around in the pool instead. If you don’t know how to swim, I can teach you. Or if you’re tired, you can just sit there.”
He didn’t know how to swim, and above all, he was tired. Learning to swim from Ho Munbeom would certainly be a precious opportunity, but right now he just wanted to lie down. Yeonwoo studied the alpha’s expression. He didn’t look tired at all. In fact, his skin seemed even more radiant. Yeonwoo had always thought his skin was good, but now it seemed to shine. After hesitating, Yeonwoo nodded slightly.
“…Okay.”
It seemed swimming was something Munbeom wanted to do more than he did.
How could he say he wanted to rest when being looked at with such eyes? Yeonwoo whispered “Let’s go swimming” in a voice hoarse from crying.
Since Munbeom remained seated on the edge of the tub, showing no intention of getting up, Yeonwoo had to move in front of him. It wasn’t the first time he’d been naked before him. Nevertheless, feeling strangely awkward, Yeonwoo nearly fell while cautiously exiting the tub.
A thin wrinkle formed between Munbeom’s brows as he supported Yeonwoo with one arm. Though he didn’t say anything, Yeonwoo’s face flushed with embarrassment at appearing unable to walk properly on his own.
Munbeom helped Yeonwoo out of the tub. Then he dried Yeonwoo’s wet body with a large towel and handed him a robe. While putting it on, Yeonwoo suddenly wondered where his bag was. He had only packed what seemed necessary for an overnight stay. There was no swimwear in it.
Munbeom had said he could just watch if he was tired. If he wasn’t going into the water, perhaps swimwear wasn’t necessary.
Yeonwoo’s concern proved unnecessary. When they went outside, swimwear was hanging on a rack in the living room area. When Yeonwoo hesitated at the display, which seemed arranged for him to choose whatever he liked, Munbeom briefly said:
“Wear whatever’s comfortable.”
Had Munbeom planned to go swimming when he brought him here? If so, there was no way to back out now.
Seeing the thoroughly prepared items, Yeonwoo felt excited despite his physical fatigue. Examining the hanging swimwear, he chose the most modest green one. When he looked at Munbeom while holding the swimwear, Munbeom told him to change and come out.
For Yeonwoo, who didn’t know where to go, he pointed to the right corridor.
“You can change in that room.”
Yeonwoo hurriedly moved, holding the swimwear with both hands.
Had he already changed? Perhaps he was wearing a swimsuit under his robe. Rushing into the corridor, Yeonwoo opened the first door he saw and let out a small gasp.
“Wow…”
In the center of the spacious room with subtle lighting was a bed. But it was so excessively large that it seemed four people could easily lie on it. Yeonwoo cautiously walked over and touched the bed with one hand. The bedding felt soft. Thinking he would fall asleep immediately if he lay on it, Yeonwoo stroked the bed until a soft sound of water made him look up.
Through the large window on the right, he discovered a shimmering light. Walking toward it, he saw a swimming pool.
“…”
This was the first time in his life seeing such a thing. How could there be a pool right next to the bedroom?
From the car onward, being carried in Munbeom’s arms, he hadn’t properly observed his surroundings. But he could tell it was an exceptionally nice place.
Indeed, he always took him to nice places. If it were just for sex, a hotel room would have been sufficient. Of course, even that room had felt extremely comfortable and excellent to Yeonwoo.
He shouldn’t get used to this. When this relationship ended, he would never be able to come to places like this again.
Yeonwoo recalled the strangers who had appraised him in a room where not even air movement could be felt. Among those discussing whether he had experience or not, how well he might bear children, was Lee Jonghoon. Even though he should have been another parent to him. He was obsessed with selling Yeonwoo at a good price. With people like that existing, Ho Munbeom was…
“…”
When the relationship with Munbeom ended, he would receive what Munbeom called compensation. That money would be enough not only for Yeonwoo himself but also for his father’s hospital bills. So there was no need to grovel before someone like Lee Jonghoon. No need to endure such humiliation under the pretext of offering himself. He had spoken out because he couldn’t stand it, but as time passed, he was starting to regret it a little. Though he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, he wondered if he should have endured it.
Because if something happened to his father, he would be left all alone.
When his father first became ill, some inconsiderate people around them pitied Yeonwoo, talking as if he was already alone. Wondering how a child could survive alone. Each time, Yeonwoo vehemently objected. He insisted his father would quickly recover and become healthy again.
But in truth, he seemed to have imagined the worst scenarios more than anyone else.
Since this was ultimately his problem, he had no choice but to consider all possibilities. Even if he truly became alone, left in this world by himself, he would have to find a way to survive.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
