“Well. It’s pink and hairless—can you really call it an adult dick?”
“…Mmm? But Moon-beom, you don’t have pubic hair either.”
“In my case, it’s not that I don’t grow any—I maintain it clean like shaving facial hair.”
“R-really?”
“Really.”
Yeo Moon-beom lightly grasped the pretty, pink sausage-like dick and then released them. Eun-hwi’s large, round eyes shook uncontrollably, seemingly more shocked by the fact that he didn’t grow body hair than by the stimulation to his soft flesh.
Soon, Eun-hwi looked down at his smooth lower region with a face flushed red to his earlobes, then closed his open collar.
“You tease me when there are people around, and now you’re putting it away.”
“…Wah!”
After grabbing both his hands to prevent him from moving, Moon-beom licked Eun-hwi’s pointed ear with his tongue.
Eun-hwi, who had been embarrassed about his lack of hair just moments ago, now melted at the slightest stimulation, looking so adorable that Moon-beom wanted to bite him.
As he rolled his tongue along the ear shell, Moon-beom took the unpierced earlobe between his teeth and sucked hard.
Having bought time by quickly teaching him the alphabet, he planned to leisurely reward Eun-hwi before the next lesson. His dimples deepened with anticipation.
“Mmmmm…”
While holding down Eun-hwi’s restrained arms, he continued sliding his tongue. Just as he settled on the plump lips and pushed between them—
Knock, knock.
A sound of someone knocking at the door was heard.
“Chairman. A guest has arrived!”
At Park Jeongbae’s report, Moon-beom’s brow furrowed severely.
“…Who the fuck is it?”
It was just when things were getting exciting.
While thinking about how to deal with the intruder who had shown up without prior appointment, Moon-beom calmly continued kissing as if he hadn’t heard anything. Eun-hwi’s eyes, which had widened like a startled rabbit’s, reflexively closed, fluttering his eyelashes.
Moon-beom watched this reaction from under his slightly open eyelids and split Eun-hwi’s loosely parted lips with the tip of his tongue.
Though Eun-hwi seemed hesitant, clearly distracted by the presence beyond the door, he soon obediently accepted the invading tongue.
The dense flesh stirred deeply inside the small mouth. Simultaneously, a hand delved deep inside Eun-hwi’s loose-fitting sweatshirt. The heated palm clung and brushed against the white, cool skin.
“…Mmm, hnngh.”
He twisted the nipple that had already stiffened. Heightened panting escaped through their misaligned lips.
Unable to completely ignore the presence outside, Eun-hwi’s tongue hesitated near Moon-beom’s lips, but Moon-beom caught it and bound it strongly. The sound of their saliva mixing together was slick and wet.
Knock, knock.
“Chairman. Are you in there?”
Park Jeongbae knocked on the door again and called out loudly to check if anyone was inside. He seemed confused since he hadn’t seen Moon-beom leave but received no response.
Not to be outdone, the uninvited guest disguised as a visitor shouted in a loud voice:
“Director Yeo! Ah, no, Chairman Yeo! It’s me, me!”
The husky voice, cracking at the end and showing signs of age, belonged to someone both Yeo Moon-beom and Eun-hwi knew well.
“M-Moon-beom. Dr. Hong-salgwi is here.”
Untangling his tongue and gently parting from Moon-beom’s lips, Eun-hwi squirmed in his embrace, unable to push him away.
As if his clouded reason had finally returned, Moon-beom released Eun-hwi’s arms and roughly chewed on a curse.
“The fucking timing. Shit.”
Eun-hwi sat up from his half-prone position and looked up at Moon-beom, who was irritably running his hands through his own hair. Perhaps feeling sorry for his outburst as their eyes met, Moon-beom fixed Eun-hwi’s disheveled hair and asked:
“What do you want to do? Ignore them and continue getting your reward, or stop here?”
They had once hidden completely out of sight from the demolition crew demanding land deeds.
If he still had his dokkaebi hat like then, they could enjoy their sexual play without Boss Kim or Dr. Hong-salgwi knowing, but he had neither the hat nor even a regular cap.
Moreover, the aroma of sweet rice and red bean cake wafting in was so deliciously fragrant that it made his mouth water and his stomach churn.
It was already past the hour of the Snake and entering the hour of the Horse, and he was hungry from studying hard.
“Ughh…”
Sex or sweet rice cake?
Both were undoubtedly delicious rewards.
The half-dokkaebi, caught in this serious dilemma, couldn’t decisively choose either and rolled his eyes in confusion. The small, white fingers resting on his chest fidgeted uncertainly.
Yeo Moon-beom, alternately staring at Eun-hwi’s flushed, reddened cheeks and the bobbing Adam’s apple as he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth, smirked. His face suggested he had figured out the reason for Eun-hwi’s dilemma.
As he bent down again, he called toward the door:
“Come in.”
Despite this straightforward permission, it was clear from his demeanor that he had no intention of properly receiving guests. His lips, with one corner slightly raised, settled onto Eun-hwi’s saliva-glistening mouth.
“…Mmph.”
It was a firm, heavy kiss. Eun-hwi flinched at the creaking sound of the opening door. Even though dokkaebi blood flowed through him with a taste for carnal pleasure, he instinctively wondered if it was okay to show this intimate play to others.
…Boss Kim also likes Moon-beom.
Just that morning, Boss Kim had scolded him for calling Moon-beom “Mister” instead of “Chairman.”
When Moon-beom had smacked his head, cursing and demanding to know who was glaring at his lover like that, he had given permission for Eun-hwi to call him “Moon-beom” when the three of them were together. Still, it was concerning.
Even as he continuously intertwined his tongue with Moon-beom’s, Eun-hwi worried that Boss Kim would hate him for kissing Moon-beom.
It was a habit and harmful consequence of a life spent constantly being mindful of others’ reactions.
“Oh my goodness!”
Dr. Hong, who entered first, quickly spread his palm to cover his face. Only after hearing his shrill scream did Moon-beom withdraw his tongue and turn his head to look at the two people standing at a distance.
Unlike Dr. Hong, who was gradually spreading his fingers that had been pressed together, Boss Kim was staring at the ceiling with his face red up to his forehead.
For some reason, he didn’t look angry.
“What brings you here without an appointment?”
“The dokk… The young master said he was studying English, so I came to teach him. And also to have lunch together.”
Dr. Hong extended his phone as if showing evidence. It was a text message sent while on his way to work, written without Siri’s help, after learning how to type letters.
“`
WorldsmostcuteadorablelovablenobleHongSalgwidoctor
8:04 AM
wanthunchtekst
8:09 AM
Do you mean you want to learn the language of the hunched?
8:09 AM
WorldsmostcuteadorablelovablenobleEunhwi
8:11 AM
Am I not the doctor of the hunched language with about 200 papers published in international academic journals? Though I may not know pronunciation, I pride myself on perfect grammar. Trust me! I’ll devote myself to teaching you sincerely, like a master instructor!
8:12 AM
“`
“…Noble?”
Yeo Moon-beom frowned as if questioning the strange word choice. Dr. Hong quickly turned the phone around to recheck the screen and added an explanation:
“Ah. I wrote ‘our noble young master Eun-hwi,’ but it was too long, so the characters at the end got cut off.”
Dr. Hong grinned through his fingers splayed like a rake. The pupils inside his round, antique glasses shrank to the size of beans, buried in wrinkled eyelids.
Seemingly displeased with that carefree smile, Yeo Moon-beom pointed with his chin at the sweet rice cake box in the transparent bag and said:
“When did the curriculum change to focus on speaking? What grammar are you going to teach someone who doesn’t even know what a subject, verb, object, or complement is? Are you trying to make him run away in disgust before even starting? I’ll take care of his English studies myself, so just leave those rice cakes and go. I’m busy right now.”
He demonstratively stuck out his tongue and blatantly consumed Eun-hwi’s lips. Eun-hwi, who had been about to ask what subjects and verbs were, rolled his eyes in embarrassment before squeezing them shut.
Apart from worrying that Boss Kim would dislike him, he felt proud to have completely monopolized Moon-beom. It seemed like a very wicked mentality.
It seemed that not only had his appearance changed to human, but his heart had become more human-like as well.
Unable to reconcile these contradictory feelings, Eun-hwi accepted Moon-beom’s shower of kisses. The tongue delving deep into his mouth intertwined more passionately than usual.
“…Mmmh.”
The moist sounds from inside his mouth tickled his ears. When he slightly tilted his head, gasping for breath, Moon-beom licked indiscriminately from his palate to the mucous membrane inside his cheeks. Saliva that hadn’t been fully swallowed leaked out beyond his lips.
“Ahem, ahem.”
Dr. Hong cleared his throat and placed the transparent bag he had been carrying on his wrist onto the table. One might have thought he would leave, tired of the seemingly endless kissing, but instead he stood firmly with his arms folded and said to Boss Kim:
“Jeongbae, how about jjamppong?”
“…What? Jjamppong all of a sudden?”
“Since we’ve come all this way, it would be a shame to just leave. Let’s have a bowl of jjamppong for lunch and wait until Chairman Yeo finishes his busy work, right?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
