Chapter 141
There was ample justification to eliminate Chairman Yoo and his son who had tried to create a fake, and they could strip Yoo Oseon of his breeder qualification as he had tried to attack Yoo Seongil.
The breeder wasn’t the only one in this family, and in a corner of Yoo Siwoon’s heart, there always existed the fear that Eunseong could be raped by them, that someone other than himself might touch Eunseong.
Even Director Nam, who had believed he understood Siwoon’s true feelings, couldn’t trust him at that time.
Of course, not anymore. Now he trusted him, but…
While sitting in the car, deep in serious contemplation due to rising suspicions about him, someone knocked on the car window. Director Nam startled with a gasp and turned his head.
A pitch-black crow-like executioner was knocking on the window.
“What is it?”
Director Nam lowered the window and irritably confronted the person who had startled him.
“You can’t park here. Please move your car.”
“Hah, I know better than anyone where to park in this house. It’s fine to park here.”
“No. From today, it’s not allowed. Move it; you’re in the way.”
The executive official assigned to guard Yoo Siwoon and Eunseong on the elders’ council’s orders had been staying at Siwoon’s residence for over two weeks now, and was acting as if he was the one managing and supervising the place.
Director Nam looked at him with disbelief, but lacking the energy to argue, he sighed in resignation and moved the car. As he did so, he erased the thought he had just had—his suspicion toward Siwoon.
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“A business trip? When will you be back? Do you have to leave this late? Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
“About two or three days. I have someone I need to meet.”
“Two nights? I don’t like those men; they’re scary.”
Eunseong’s eyes nervously muttered while looking through the window at the dark executive officials standing guard outside, not allowed to enter the house.
“Director Nam will be here instead of me. You can study English with him.”
“I don’t want to. The director keeps telling me to go back to high school.”
“…Was it that bad?”
Yoo Siwoon asked with concerned eyes, wondering if his English was really that poor. Eunseong hurriedly made excuses.
“I wanted to go to an academy too, but my dad wouldn’t send me. I wanted to work hard, but these days, if you don’t spend money on education, you can’t keep up with other kids. Kids from rich families get all the good grades, and poor kids like me can’t study properly. It’s like a system where you can’t do well even if you want to.”
“You keep saying such heartbreaking things.”
“That’s because you don’t scold me when I do.”
“…”
Siwoon smiled at Eunseong’s words, knowing that he wouldn’t say unpleasant things if Eunseong told him about his unfortunate circumstances. Although lovable just for existing, Eunseong had something endearing about his appearance, personality, and even his direct retorts.
He planted a quick kiss on Eunseong’s lips with a soft sound.
“Will you be late again today?”
“Probably. Will you be sleeping?”
“…I’ll be sleeping, but wake me up anyway.”
“As I please?”
“As you please, ahjussi.”
“I might really do whatever I want.”
“…You never actually do whatever you want.”
“If you keep this up, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave.”
Eunseong seemed to be testing the limits of his patience. It was torturous to hold back. Siwoon grimaced painfully. He only wanted to embrace Eunseong and collapse onto the bed. He was barely enduring medication.
If he hadn’t been taking libido-reducing medicine, he would have already undressed. No matter how much he tried to control himself, he couldn’t in front of Eunseong. His body was inscribed with an animal’s sensations that knew how good it felt to hold Eunseong, how thrilling it was, what ecstatic passion there was, and he wanted to hastily satisfy that hunger-like desire.
Each time the urge to plant his seed in Eunseong’s body arose, all he could do was wear a condom. Even then, just before climaxing, he would pull out of Eunseong’s body and finish outside.
He couldn’t just lose himself in Eunseong while everything remained unsettled. There were piles of issues to resolve, things to set right to ensure Eunseong wouldn’t be endangered or exploited anymore. He was sorting things out as quickly as possible, but it still took time.
Siwoon bit his lip, feeling as if a curse might escape. Eunseong placed his warm lips over his and Siwoon wrapped both arms around Eunseong’s waist.
“…Will you touch yourself thinking of me?”
“What? How did you—”
“With a pillow between your legs?”
“…H-how did you, how—”
“Squeezing with your thighs?”
“…”
“Tell me. How do you do it?”
“Ah…”
As their bodies were about to collide amid quickening heartbeats, there was a knock at the door. Composing his ragged breath, Siwoon turned around. The knocking sound came again, and Director Nam urged him to hurry.
Siwoon turned back to Eunseong. With flushed cheeks, Eunseong met his eyes.
“I should go now.”
“…How can you leave like this?”
“I know. I’ve been too cruel, haven’t I?”
“Ugh… I’m really struggling here.”
“More than me?”
As they whispered to each other, Director Nam’s knocking became more irritated. Siwoon frowned at the door with an incredulous expression before finally releasing Eunseong.
“I’ll be back.”
Siwoon hurriedly got up without even looking at Eunseong again. As soon as he left the room and closed the door, Eunseong collapsed onto the bed.
He buried his hot cheeks in the pillow and rubbed them before lifting his head.
“…How did he know? Surely he’s not monitoring in here too?”
Eunseong rolled his eyes around, scanning the room. There was no CCTV or anything similar anywhere.
“Then how did he know?”
While he was embarrassed at being caught masturbating while thinking of him, burying his face in the pillow and punching the innocent mattress, there was a sliding sound from the desk drawer. Eunseong quickly raised his face. He brushed back his disheveled hair, got up from the bed, retrieved the key to the locked drawer, and opened it.
“…”
It was the phone that Choi Jung-eon had given him. When he first received it, he had tried calling and texting Choi Jung-eon, wondering what it was for, but nothing worked. It was an empty device with no contacts, notes, or photos inside.
Eunseong took out his own phone and tried calling Choi Jung-eon, but he didn’t answer. He was about to send a text asking what this was about, if “hot fried” had the same meaning as before, but remembering how Jung-eon had told him twice to call, he couldn’t. So he had placed the phone in the drawer and forgotten about it.
But now there was a text message. It was from a restricted number.
“What’s this? Wasn’t it an empty phone? What does it say?”
Frowning at the lengthy message, Eunseong sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the phone and mumbling.
“Mark of the neck? Prophecy book? The great gap…”
[The mark of the neck is evidence of the great gap mentioned in the prophecy book. The belief that began about 2,200 years ago was first realized when the emperor saw his twelfth son through the great gap bearing the mark of the neck. The twelfth son destroyed the unified great kingdom in just three years, and the prophet declared through the prophecy book that the son’s seed was a life with consciousness to judge good and evil. Even now, they are searching for male children with the mark of the neck.]
“What is this? Some new strategy game? What is it? Ah, that bastard Choi Jung-eon. I knew it. Is this some secret text message game? But how did he send it to what seemed like an empty phone?”
Eunseong cursed at how ridiculous it was and composed a message.
“Hey… Choi Jung-eon. Don’t send me such trivial… things. It’s super lame and not funny. I’ve really been trying not to curse lately… trying to live right, but you’re making me want to swear.”
While muttering, he typed the reply and pressed send, but again the message failed to transmit.
“Why can I receive messages but not send them?”
Eunseong called Choi Jung-eon on his own phone, but again he didn’t answer. After pressing the call button a couple more times and re-reading the restricted message, he gave up and put the empty phone back in the drawer when the call still went unanswered.
“Is this why he told me to hide the phone? Pathetic jerk. No improvement, none at all.”
Eunseong sighed and lay down on the bed, muttering.
“…The great gap.”
The great gap… They are searching for male children with the mark of the neck…?
From the day Yoo Siwoon left for his business trip, messages began arriving one by one on the previously silent phone whenever Eunseong was about to forget about it.
The messages were like prophecy book sentences announcing the opening of some game, referring to the protagonist with the mark of the neck as “the great gap,” saying that if the great gap mated with someone called a “breeder,” they could give birth to a god.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
