Chapter 49
“Mmm, okay. I promise.”
The name “Fart Mushroom” had left such a strong impression, and with his constant unintelligible chatter, Eun-hwi had thought of Dr. Hong as just a strange Mr. Kim.
But after learning about what sparked his interest in dokkaebi, Eun-hwi couldn’t treat Dr. Hong entirely as an outsider anymore.
Of course, this didn’t mean he would be on the same level as Yeo Moon-beom.
“Eun-hwi. We’re done, let’s go home.”
Yeo Moon-beom, having finally ended his phone call, approached them gesturing that it was time to leave. Eun-hwi handed the handkerchief he was holding to Dr. Hong, then quickly got up and ran to Yeo Moon-beom who had entered the shade.
“Weren’t you hot?”
“No. I was sitting down, so I wasn’t hot at all.”
“Is that so? I saw you whispering constantly while wiping sweat with a handkerchief. What were you two talking about while I was gone?”
It seemed Yeo Moon-beom had mistaken Eun-hwi’s tear-wiping for sweat-wiping after hearing Dr. Hong’s sad past. Feeling that Yeo Moon-beom might get angry if he honestly admitted to crying, the half-dokkaebi spoke in a light tone.
“Dr. Hong-salgwi told me about the dokkaebi he met when he was young.”
“Oh? That’s a story I’ve never heard before. It turns out Dr. Hong-salgwi is a man with many secrets, isn’t he?”
Though Yeo Moon-beom wore a smile, his eyes held a somewhat chilling gaze as he looked at Dr. Hong. Dr. Hong’s shoulders twitched, and he deliberately muttered to himself while rummaging through the cart.
“Hmm, hmm. Where did I put that garbage bag? I need a bag to clean up this trash. One should always leave a place clean. Let’s find that bag, find that bag.”
Yeo Moon-beom glared at the back of Dr. Hong’s sparsely haired head as he hummed and pretended to be busy. However, despite the piercing gaze, Dr. Hong smiled slyly, seeming content after having said all he wanted to say.
At least for one person, it had been a most satisfying picnic.
* * *
“Phew… It was hot.”
Even though they hadn’t gone far, the midsummer heat had drenched his entire body in sweat. As soon as they got home, Eun-hwi took off his hat and fanned his face with the brim. A cool breeze wrapped around his horns, which had been hidden under the hat all day.
“Give it to me now. I need to see what’s inside.”
Yeo Moon-beom held out his hand, as if he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Okay. Here you go.”
Eun-hwi untied the string of the lucky pouch he had been carrying on his wrist to keep his promise to Dr. Hong, and finally handed it over.
Yeo Moon-beom’s eyes narrowed, seemingly bothered by the red mark left on Eun-hwi’s wrist from the thin string rubbing against it.
“From now on, don’t carelessly accept dangerous things like this.”
“Even if it’s not mine but yours?”
“Still, don’t. There could be a bomb or something inside.”
“What’s a bomb?”
“A weapon that goes ‘bang’ as soon as you open it.”
“Nah. It’s not that, it felt like a water bottle and a book. When I touched it from the outside, it felt similar to the water bottle you put in the refrigerator.”
Yeo Moon-beom untied the knot that had been tightly tied several times to prevent it from coming undone, and finally opened the pouch. As Eun-hwi had guessed, a book with its cover wrapped in thick paper came out.
The Safe Anal Sex Guide for Beginners
A Customized Guidebook for Safe Sex
~ For Those Who Don’t Know the Importance of Preparation ~
Author: Hong-salgwi
“Safe sex?”
While Eun-hwi didn’t know what a guidebook was, “sex” was now a word he knew well.
Seeing the title and subtitle, it seemed to be a book about sex play, but unable to read the cursive letters written in bold black, Eun-hwi just rolled his eyes. Yeo Moon-beom muttered in an exasperated voice.
“Has this guy gone crazy…”
“What’s wrong, Yeo Moon-beom?”
His expression instantly hardened, and without answering, he quickly opened the book to check its contents. The tiny, densely packed letters were hard to read, but words like “intercourse,” “position,” and “insertion” occasionally caught the eye.
Even though it was written in easy-to-read Korean, Eun-hwi still couldn’t understand the content.
As he boredly moved his eyes over the pages being turned one by one, a picture appeared showing two Mr. Kims intertwined with their bodies pressed together.
It’s wrestling play!
Eun-hwi’s eyes lit up with interest.
“Is this how you do sex?”
His white, slender finger pointed at the simple line drawing. Yeo Moon-beom, who had been about to check the next page, put down the book he was holding and asked back.
“How did you know? That this is a sex position?”
“It was written on the cover, wasn’t it? Safe sex. Does this mean you can play safely like this?”
“You’re smart. Figuring that out on your own. You just didn’t have the opportunity to learn, but I think Eun-hwi is intelligent. You understand well when I explain things and know how to apply it, so it’s rewarding to teach you.”
Although Eun-hwi preferred moving his body to sitting still and looking at books, his desire to learn was stronger than anyone’s. His shoulders lifted with pride at the praise, and he spoke with a pleased expression.
“I want to learn more before becoming human.”
“What do you want to learn?”
“Numbers, cursive writing, sex, and… anything I can learn.”
Eun-hwi smiled, showing enthusiasm. The corners of his eyes, stretching long like waves, curled up gently.
Staring intently at Eun-hwi’s utterly harmless appearance, Yeo Moon-beom nodded towards the picture.
“Look closely. This is called the missionary position.”
“…Mi-ssionary?”
“It’s written with the characters for ‘correct’ (正), ‘constant’ (常), and ‘position’ (位). It means the person lying underneath is facing upwards. After taking this position, the person on top does one more thing.”
“One more thing?”
Yeo Moon-beom, who had been kindly explaining the meaning and method, suddenly closed the book with a thud. Confused by this abrupt action, Eun-hwi stared blankly at his face. Yeo Moon-beom, with a mischievous smile, gestured towards the bathroom.
“I’ll tell you the rest after we wash up.”
“Tch. That’s mean.”
To cut off the explanation midway like that. How curious.
As Eun-hwi pouted at this incredibly cruel treatment, Yeo Moon-beom added a reason.
“If you know in advance, there’s no fun in teaching you. If you prefer learning directly from the book rather than from me, you can do that.”
Yeo Moon-beom smiled and held out the book to Eun-hwi. The phrase “For Those Who Don’t Know the Importance of Preparation” seemed particularly large to the half-dokkaebi who had no knowledge.
“If you read it page by page from the beginning, you’ll find the answer. That Hong-salgwi guy, despite looking careless, is quite meticulous, so he probably sent quite reliable material.”
From the moment he took the book out of the lucky pouch, Yeo Moon-beom had been frowning as if displeased, so Eun-hwi thought he didn’t like the book at all, but apparently that wasn’t the case.
There was a reason Dr. Hong was confident that this was something Yeo Moon-beom really needed.
Nng.
Eun-hwi, who wanted to see more pictures, groaned and deliberated before pushing away the book in front of him.
“I want to learn from Yeo Moon-beom.”
“You do?”
For a moment, Yeo Moon-beom’s eyes flashed dangerously, like a hunter who had successfully captured his prey. However, Eun-hwi, whose gaze was fixed on the book cover, didn’t notice this at all and answered with a gentle face and a broad smile.
“Yes. You promised before, remember? To teach me slowly, one by one.”
“How admirable. You remembered.”
Seemingly pleased with the answer, Yeo Moon-beom wore a satisfied smile. The deep frown that had been etched between his brows finally disappeared completely.
“Before we go wash up, can I look at what else is in the lucky pouch?”
There were still more items inside that hadn’t been taken out. Wanting to satisfy his remaining curiosity, Eun-hwi looked up at Yeo Moon-beom and asked.
“Do you want to take them out yourself?”
The half-dokkaebi’s face, which had been preemptively disappointed expecting a polite refusal, brightened at this unexpected offer.
“Is that okay? Even though it’s yours?”
“Of course, we’re friends. Between friends, there’s no ‘mine’ and ‘yours’.”
Yeo Moon-beom opened the mouth of the lucky pouch and held it out to Eun-hwi.
“Okay. Then I’ll take them out.”
What could it be?
Perhaps because it was an unknown object brought from outside the island, there was a thrill like reaching into a magic bag.
Eun-hwi calmed his trembling heart by tapping his chest with his fist, then slowly took out the items from the pouch. A water bottle with a black cap and stem that gradually turned purple towards the bottom, and a square box about the size of a palm came out in order.
“…What are all these?”
Both the water bottle and the box had cursive writing on them, perhaps made by Westerners. Unable to even guess what these objects were used for, the half-dokkaebi earnestly examined them front and back, trying to figure out their identity.
Looking at the unusually protruding hemispherical cap and the elongated cylindrical water bottle, it strangely reminded him of what hung below himself. And that soon made him think of Yeo Moon-beom’s dick, swollen like a dokkaebi’s club. Perhaps because the stem was long and thick, it felt somewhat similar.
