Chapter 50
Eun-hwi held the water bottle diagonally and playfully brought it between his thighs. The cap, which looked like a protruding glans, made it look even more convincing.
“Look at this, Yeo Moon-beom. The water bottle looks like a dick.”
“Well, that’s because it’s designed after one.”
“Huh, so it really was a dick-shaped water bottle?”
Eun-hwi recalled the phallic-shaped megalith he had once seen with Gabi. Like the stone erected at the entrance of villages to pray for good harvests, abundant fish, and prosperity of descendants, it seemed this water bottle was intentionally made in this shape to obtain yang energy.
Having satisfied one curiosity, he became curious about the identity of the small box.
“Then what’s this?”
“A condom.”
“A condom?”
“It’s something that will help prevent Eun-hwi from getting a stomachache after having sex.”
“You get a stomachache from sex?”
“If you ejaculate inside without a condom, you might have a stomachache the next day.”
A stomachache?
At these unexpected words, the half-dokkaebi’s eyes widened like saucers. He had thought it was just about wrestling and exerting strength while rolling around together, but it seemed to be a more dangerous activity than it appeared.
Now he could guess why preliminary preparation was necessary, and why Yeo Moon-beom had said he would teach him slowly, one step at a time.
So that’s why Gabi hadn’t told me until now…
He realized why he hadn’t mentioned even a word about fireworks or sex play. Though that didn’t mean he was always an obedient child – he had played with fire behind Gabi’s back.
Yeo Moon-beom took the box from Eun-hwi’s hand and asked casually while removing the transparent wrapper.
“Are you suddenly scared now that I’ve said you might get a stomachache?”
“No. I’m not scared at all.”
The small head shook lightly from side to side. It was a gesture without even a hint of hesitation.
However, Yeo Moon-beom silently questioned him again with narrowed eyes. Asking if he really wasn’t afraid, if he could really play sex with him.
Eun-hwi met the gaze of those black eyes that resembled the coldness of a dawn lake and added:
“Because I trust you. Yeo Moon-beom.”
The movement of hands tearing open the crackling wrapper stopped. Instead of opening the lid of the box, he put everything back into the pouch and reached out to start unbuttoning Eun-hwi’s clothes one by one.
“What makes you trust me so much?”
“You said it yourself. That we’re close friends. Then I should trust you unconditionally, shouldn’t I?”
“That’s right. It was something to be trusted unconditionally. Because we’re close friends.”
Muttering softly as if talking to himself, Yeo Moon-beom brought his lips to the skin revealed as the shirt collar opened. Though it should have been salty with sweat, he gently rolled his tongue as if licking a sweet candy.
“I want to bite and swallow you in one go.”
He withdrew his sliding tongue and lightly bit the tender flesh below the neck with his teeth.
“But delicious things taste better when savored. I’ll just have a taste today.”
“…Just a taste?”
“Yes. Just a taste.”
Although he wasn’t actually eating, Yeo Moon-beom kept joking about treating him like food and stripping him to eat. But Eun-hwi couldn’t retort with the same wordplay.
A hot sensation spread from where he was touched, accompanied by a stinging feeling. Eun-hwi unconsciously shuddered and rubbed his lower body like when they had bumped their dicks together. The bitten spot was unbearably itchy.
“You’re being cute again, huh?”
Pale and clear skin, a sweet fruity body scent, adorably shaped lips, ears perked up from stimulation.
Yeo Moon-beom tapped Eun-hwi’s bottom, who was trembling like a small herbivore in front of a predator, yet showing absolute trust with unwavering eyes.
“Let’s go wash up. Bunny.”
The hand movements tying the strings of the starched ramie jeogori were quite meticulous.
After adjusting the length so that the short and long strings were pleasingly different, Yeo Moon-beom finally smoothed the shape of the loops to tidy up Eun-hwi’s appearance.
Eun-hwi, who until just moments ago looked like a high school student from a busy street, had transformed into a young master from a historical drama.
In contrast, Yeo Moon-beom, with his shirt draped over his body without a single button fastened, looked like a lowly commoner ignorant of etiquette. The three long scars on his left cheek maximized his rough nature.
However, contrary to his rough exterior, Yeo Moon-beom’s attitude towards Eun-hwi was consistently gentle. He seemed to enjoy serving, smiling broadly without showing any signs of fatigue.
After wiping off the remaining moisture, combing Eun-hwi’s hair neatly with a fine-toothed comb, Yeo Moon-beom stepped back and said with a satisfied face:
“Now that you’re dressed, go back to the room first.”
“Me first? What about you?”
“I’ll hang up the laundry, stop by the archive briefly, and then come.”
“Why the archive?”
“There’s something I need to check. It won’t take long. Play with the gonggi stones or something while you wait.”
Due to the phone call from Jang Gitae, he had missed the opportunity to find out what secret Bang Ki-bong had discovered while he was away.
As long as the demolition team was under him, Bang Ki-bong had nowhere to run on this island. Yeo Moon-beom intended to steal the materials he had investigated, so he let him go without resistance.
Little did he know that Bang Ki-bong would hand over a detailed guidebook on male-to-male sexual intercourse, along with lube and condoms.
What on earth was his intention in doing this?
He was very curious about why Bang Ki-bong was pushing for a relationship with the revered ‘Mr. Dokkaebi’ when he had previously called him a thief. He had expected him to try to protect Eun-hwi’s purity, even if it meant telling blatant lies with false information.
Even for an eccentric who had devoted his life to researching insignificant creatures and monsters, he was still a human with selfish instincts. In the end, it seemed like nothing more than a ploy to buy time and survive by any means necessary.
Just like blackmail disguised as secrets and indecent suggestions.
However, there was no need to refuse the food being spoon-fed to him. Yeo Moon-beom was willing to play along with Bang Ki-bong’s scheme.
After reconfirming the medical text containing the technique of Chaeumboyang, a martial art that strengthens one’s yang energy by absorbing the other’s yin energy through bodily fluid exchange, i.e., sexual intercourse.
After sending Eun-hwi to the main room, Yeo Moon-beom hung the freshly washed clothes on the drying rack and headed to the archive. Then he opened the medical book that Eun-hwi had pretended to read before.
It was not easy to interpret, as it was written in ancient Korean that even scholars found difficult to decipher, and none of its contents had been passed down to later generations as it was believed to have been lost.
Fortunately, since Chaeumboyang was the most primitive technique based on physical contact, there had been some progress from studying the book day and night.
Yeo Moon-beom quickly scanned the contents of the page with added annotations. The faint smile that had been lingering on his lips disappeared, and his black eyes, fixed on the book page, sank deeply.
He looked nothing like the playful person who had been mischievously touching Eun-hwi’s body throughout the shower.
“I’m a dokkaebi again…”
Eun-hwi looked at his reflection in the mirror, repeatedly putting on and taking off his hat. With the hat on, the horn, about half the size of a thumb, was hidden, making him look like a complete human. When he took it off, he returned to his original horned dokkaebi form.
It would be a lie to say there was no regret in returning to everyday life after spending what felt like a dream-like time. But Eun-hwi was happy just to have had a taste of the future that would someday come.
Imagining the day when he could go outside in a perfectly human form, he carefully stored the gifted clothes in the top drawer of the three-tier wardrobe. He also specially included a sachet filled with dried flowers to infuse the fabric with a subtle floral scent.
“I wonder when Yeo Moon-beom will come.”
He said he’d be right back, but there was no sign of his return. Eun-hwi, who had been pacing around the room with little interest in playing with the gonggi stones, suddenly had a good idea and flopped down on the blanket.
He intended to practice the sex position in advance.
“Should I spread like this?”
He lay on his back on the floor and raised his knees, just as he had seen in the picture earlier. Then he spread his thighs as wide as possible so that Yeo Moon-beom could lie down between his legs.
“This doesn’t seem right…”
Something felt off. Eun-hwi raised his upper body to look down at his legs, which were spread with knees out to the sides like frog legs, but with feet together.
“Should I lift my feet?”
Lying back down again, this time he lifted his feet high. His pelvis naturally curled inward, and his buttocks pointed towards the sky.
Looking up at his ankles dangling in the air, then tucking his chin to look down, he saw his exposed crotch.
In this position, whether his legs were spread or closed, whether he raised or lowered his waist, it seemed like Yeo Moon-beom’s crotch would collide with his own if he lay on top. As he thought about this, the strange sensation of holding and rubbing their dicks together, which had been deeply etched in his mind and wouldn’t fade, came back to life.
…It had felt good.
It was an act that evoked a different feeling from kissing, which made his mind go blank the moment their lips met.
The adult experience that was so intense and refreshing that it made him helplessly give himself over as all his bodily sensations became heightened.
He wanted to feel that stimulating sensation and the hot heat concentrating in his lower body again, something he had never experienced before. Eun-hwi put his raised legs back down on the floor and carefully reached out to gently touch his dick trapped under his pants.
“…Huh?”
He rubbed his palm up and down to stimulate it as Yeo Moon-beom had done yesterday, but for some reason, he felt nothing, let alone blood rushing to his dick. It was strange.
