Chapter 143
“You said you studied all day today.”
“I thought I was going to die of boredom.”
“If you don’t want to do it, don’t force yourself too much. If you go, you’ll learn naturally.”
Yoo Siwoon approached eagerly. It was because of the teasing conversation they’d shared before he left on his business trip—he hadn’t been able to get it out of his mind from the moment he left the house, while he was away, and until his return. It was a base desire to see Eunseong’s movements as he stimulated himself with a pillow between his legs while thinking of him.
As he wrapped his arm around Eunseong’s waist and tried to kiss him, Eunseong hurriedly pushed against the man’s chest.
“…Hmm?”
Siwoon’s body was still moist with dampness he hadn’t wiped off.
“…I…”
“Yes?”
“I… don’t feel very well.”
“Where? How? Hmm?”
The rising lust that seemed difficult to extinguish instantly disappeared. What fell across Siwoon’s face was concern and worry for Eunseong. A gaze that didn’t appear false, that couldn’t possibly be considered acting, urgently examined Eunseong from head to toe.
“What exactly doesn’t feel well?”
“…I think it’s a cold. Could you make me some European ssanghwatang?”
“You feel like you’re getting a cold?”
“I think I kicked off the blanket while sleeping because it was hot yesterday. When I woke up this morning, the blanket had fallen to the floor.”
“Let me see.”
Siwoon brought the back of his hand to Eunseong’s forehead. With a serious expression, he checked Eunseong’s temperature. His expression became ambiguous.
Even this much was Eunseong exerting his maximum acting ability. He couldn’t go beyond that. His heart was already anxiously pounding, and all his attention was focused on the duck toy hidden at his waist—he didn’t even notice that Siwoon found him suspicious. He only wished for Siwoon to take his hands off him quickly. He was impatient to be alone so he could check whether the duck toy hidden behind his waist matched the one in the photograph.
“You seem to have a fever… but also not. Do you have chills?”
“I think I might have body aches. I feel a bit cold.”
“Go to your room. I’ll make you some mulled wine. Get into bed.”
Siwoon hurriedly put on his top and turned around. Only after he left the study did Eunseong feel behind his waist. The duck toy was still securely tucked into the back of his pants.
Eunseong left Siwoon’s space. From somewhere in the distant kitchen came the faint sounds of Siwoon preparing something. Eunseong crossed the living room and entered his bedroom.
He took out the phone hidden in the bottom drawer and went into the bathroom. He locked the bathroom door and opened the photo that had been sent to his phone. He zoomed in to get a clear view of the duck toy in the baby’s hand. Then he took out the duck toy he had hidden at his waist.
“…”
The duck toy in baby Eunseong’s hand was undoubtedly identical to the one Eunseong now held.
How is this possible? How does Siwoon have this?
While confusedly looking at the duck toy, alternating between checking the one in the photo and the actual item, Eunseong let out a loud exclamation as he realized something.
“Ah… I guess my dad gave it to him. Dad said he would pack and send my things back then.”
When Eunseong first came to this house, Siwoon had said that. He said his father would pack and send what he’d left behind at home.
“Ahh… that’s right. It must be from then. It really was mine. Dad must have sent it and ahjussi just kept it.”
Eunseong recalled the conversation he’d had with Siwoon then and smiled brightly. The black smoke-like anxiety that had been enveloping him instantly cleared. The tension that had been constricting his chest released simultaneously with relief, making his knees tremble.
Though he didn’t know what it was exactly, Eunseong let out a weak laugh at how ridiculous it was that he had momentarily suspected Siwoon.
“Haha, getting all worked up like an idiot… Dad said he would send it back then. I forgot. Ah, seriously. I’m such an idiot. It’s probably because there was nothing but trash, so ahjussi just kept it instead of giving it to me.”
Because ahjussi hates that I lived so poorly. He hates my dad too, and hates that my dad hit me.
Siwoon abhorred the fact that Eunseong’s father didn’t value him, treated him carelessly, and neglected him. He had said it was unacceptable behavior regardless of the situation, and that he wouldn’t have done such things.
Anyway, it was surprising that his father had kept such a trivial toy.
“But where did this bastard get this photo…? Damn, Choi Jung-eon, you’re really in a hot fried situation now. You asshole. Scaring people like this.”
Eunseong suddenly felt irritated. He was furious enough to rage at the strange text messages that made him suspect Siwoon, the suspicious phone Jung-eon had given him with nothing else, and how Jung-eon was ignoring all his attempts to contact him.
He was also angry at himself for being wary and suspicious of Siwoon, even if only for a moment, when Siwoon hadn’t done anything wrong.
While he was seething and grumbling, there was a knock at the door. Eunseong was startled and fidgeted with the phone, then opened the storage cabinet and wrapped the phone and duck toy in a towel before tucking it between other towels.
“Yes, I’m coming out.”
When the knock came again, Eunseong turned on the tap at the sink and wet his face. Then he hurriedly opened the bathroom door. Siwoon was standing outside.
“…Are you okay?”
“I thought I might have a fever, so I washed my face.”
“I’m making mulled wine, but would you like some soup first?”
“No, I’m fine. I ate a lot for dinner.”
“Tell me again exactly how you’re feeling sick.”
“I just feel like I’m getting a cold. There’s nothing specific to tell about how I’m feeling.”
Eunseong suddenly embraced Siwoon’s waist, rested his chin on his chest, and looked up at him. Siwoon’s face was still full of concern. He placed one hand on Eunseong’s forehead and the other on his own forehead, checking for fever again.
“You seem to have… a slight fever. Since when have you felt this way?”
“I told you I don’t know since when. I’ll feel better soon after drinking your European ssanghwatang. Ahjussi’s special ssanghwatang.”
“I don’t think I’ve been troubling you much lately, so why are you sick?”
“…I’m sick because you haven’t been troubling me.”
“Should I trouble you, then?”
“Tonight… all night long?”
“I have an early meeting tomorrow morning, so all night might be… Okay, all night long.”
As if consumed by the eyes looking up at him, Siwoon was unconsciously breaking down his firm resolution. He hesitated as he lowered his head to kiss Eunseong.
“Ahjussi.”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“…”
“I love you… really, ahjussi… I love you. I love you.”
Tears welled up in Eunseong’s eyes. Saying that he loved him, that he liked him this much—Eunseong’s whispered words of love, so moved that just uttering them overwhelmed him, heated Siwoon’s chest. He felt like his head might explode.
His strong arms wrapped around Eunseong’s back and pulled him to his chest. Siwoon exhaled a pained breath and replied.
“…No man doesn’t love his wife.”
“…”
“I love you too.”
A sweet, rich fruit taste came from Siwoon’s mouth. Eunseong rubbed his tongue against Siwoon’s, biting and licking his fruit-flavored lips. As Siwoon’s hands moved down to caress the inside of Eunseong’s thighs indulgently, Eunseong’s body twisted and contorted dizzily.
The fruit-scented lips licked and kissed every corner of his body, down to between his legs. Eunseong couldn’t hold back and climaxed in his mouth. With a flushed face, Siwoon stared at him intently as he swallowed the fluid of ecstasy down his throat. Eunseong watched in a daze as Siwoon’s prominent Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Siwoon put a condom on his dick and inserted it into Eunseong. The hot flesh wrapped around his dick, undulating and squeezing.
“Haa, Eunseong, ah, hah, ah, ungh…!”
Siwoon felt a pleasure like his entire groin was being carved out by the passage that was wetter and hotter than usual today. His entire body flushed red, with bloodshot eyes and forehead. Even with the condom on, he climaxed several more times, and when his dick withdrew from Eunseong’s body, it sagged with the condom bulging with copious semen.
“…Haa, do you know today is a full moon?”
“What?”
“Look…”
Eunseong gestured toward the window. A round moon hung in the sky. A full, large moon with a reddish glow visible even from here was embedded in the black sky.
“If you had finished all that inside me… if I were a woman, I would have gotten pregnant.”
“…”
Do you know?
If a boy gets pregnant… they say it’s a god that came through a side path. They say it’s a devil.
Because men can’t get pregnant.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
