Chapter 144
Yoo Siwoon brought a towel to clean between Eunseong’s legs, which were spread defenselessly as his thoughts wandered.
He embraced Eunseong, who was wet with sweat. He pulled up the sheet to comfortably cover their naked bodies.
Yoo Siwoon’s thigh forced its way between Eunseong’s legs. The subtle, continuous movement of his leg caused sticky fluid to seep from Eunseong’s backside.
Yoo Siwoon’s beast-like instinct, inherent in his blood, was boiling with fierce hunger. The starving sensation in his gut, wanting to ejaculate raw inside Eunseong, was cutting through his lower back like a knife.
In that state, Yoo Siwoon rubbed himself, his erect dick, against Eunseong’s lower body. His body squirmed slightly under the bedding.
Eunseong felt the man’s waist and back with his hands. Despite having ejaculated several times already, the breath touching his cheek was rough and ragged as if it were the first time.
Though Yoo Siwoon hadn’t told him and no one had informed him, Eunseong instinctively seemed to know. He didn’t just feel that the man wanted to ejaculate inside him—he simply knew it. As if the man’s desire was seeping into his consciousness.
“…Ahjussi, inside… do you want to come inside?”
“Ugh!”
Yoo Siwoon’s spine jumped and twitched as if someone had struck his back with a switch. Like confessing after severe torture, he painfully admitted the fact. Yoo Siwoon was in pain as if someone had stabbed and twisted a knife somewhere in his body. Cold sweat spread across his forehead, shoulders, and entire back.
With his spiritual eyes completely open, recalling how he had embraced Eunseong all this time, Yoo Siwoon couldn’t bear it anymore. His body already knew the terribly ecstatic sensation of ejaculating inside that body. By stopping his consumption of Jeokdan, the minimum rationality of needing to be careful was somehow suppressing his instinct as a bloodline member responding to Eunseong.
Now was the time to restrain himself. After perfectly gaining control of the Yongse Pacheon Church and Seongha Group, even if a child were conceived, that child would neither be worshipped as a god nor be exploited by anyone.
Eunseong and the child would be purely connected to Yoo Siwoon by his bloodline, an unbreakable natural bond. Director Nam called such ecstatic fantasies of Yoo Siwoon shameless and wrong.
“…It’s okay. I’m okay. It’s okay to do it inside.”
“O-okay? Really, haa, really okay?”
“It’s okay. I’m okay.”
“If you get pregnant… urgh, what if, hah, what if you get pregnant?”
Yoo Siwoon shook his head. He painfully refused, as if resisting water pressure crushing his entire body.
Though Eunseong didn’t understand why the man was saying such absurd things to him, a male, those nonsensical words simultaneously excited him.
“Ahjussi, haa, do you want to impregnate me?”
“What? Urgh, ugh…!”
“You want to come inside me, don’t you?”
“Kugh, shit, argh, ugh….”
Stimulated by the audacious words, Yoo Siwoon’s dick twitched, unable to hold back, rubbing against Eunseong’s lower abdomen. He was biting his lip until it bled. Eunseong wanted to ease his pain.
He spread his legs and brought the man’s dick to himself. When he reached down to grasp the man’s throbbing dick and tried to insert it between his legs, Yoo Siwoon raised his upper body with both arms and shook his head roughly. It was such a violent resistance that sweat droplets flew. At that moment, drops of blood fell from his bitten lip. Even in his dazed state, Eunseong was faintly surprised, wiping the blood drops on his cheek with the back of his hand and looking at it.
“…Ahjussi.”
“Hagh… not now, not now.”
After resisting to the end, biting his lip until it bled, his dick trembled on its own without being touched and spilled semen onto Eunseong’s stomach.
“Arggh…! Kuuh….”
It was a long ejaculation, like urination after holding it to the limit until the bladder was about to burst.
Eunseong found it difficult to fall asleep. Partly because the full moon in the night sky was blindingly bright. The moon was so large that he kept looking at it, and looking at it made him fall into it.
He glanced at the man’s arm wrapped around his waist and the form attached to his back. Just a moment ago, he had tried to slip out of the man’s arms by moving slightly, but even in his sleep, Yoo Siwoon’s arm more fiercely wrapped around Eunseong’s waist and pulled his back tightly against his chest, making the already close proximity even more suffocating. Like one body.
Eunseong could only move within the confines of his arms. He managed to turn his body to face the man. Yoo Siwoon’s lip was torn and swollen, still stained with blood. When Eunseong tried to touch it, even before contact, the man’s eyes twitched at the approaching body heat.
“…”
Eunseong carefully placed a pillow from beside him into Yoo Siwoon’s arms instead of himself. The frowning man embraced the pillow with both arms and buried his cheek in it. Eunseong watched in wonder as the handsome face was distorted by the pressure on one cheek, and then finally crept out of bed as if backing away.
Picking up Yoo Siwoon’s shirt from the floor and putting it on, Eunseong left his room. He took great care to close the door quietly.
“Haa… Ahjussi is super sensitive.”
Whenever he tried to escape, Yoo Siwoon kept grabbing and pulling him closer even while sleeping, so Eunseong thought he would die of frustration lying there unable to sleep. It was nice at first, but after thirty minutes or an hour, as it passed one hour and then two, it became unbearably stifling.
His body was tired, but he couldn’t sleep, and he felt hungry, so he headed to the kitchen to eat something, but was shocked nearly to the point of fainting.
“…”
A dark figure standing outside the window was peering into the house. It was one of the new security guards assigned after visiting the family elders. People who dressed even darker than Yoo Siwoon.
The employee was looking into the house. Eunseong froze like ice when his eyes met the security guard’s.
Eunseong was wearing only Yoo Siwoon’s shirt on top and nothing below. His bare legs glowed white in the dim darkness.
The man’s eyes slowly looked Eunseong up and down, then casually bowed his head in a silent greeting. Eunseong reflexively greeted back and hurriedly ran to Yoo Siwoon’s room to pick up and put on his pants. He awkwardly wore the training pants, which were so large he had to fold the hem three times, and held the waistband to prevent them from falling down.
“…Ah, fuck. I was really startled. Are they crazy? Shit. They’re not stalkers.”
He was so surprised that curses came out involuntarily. Eunseong was finally realizing why Yoo Siwoon had told him to be kind to those who acted abnormally. He had anticipated something like this happening.
He understood their strong professional consciousness, but didn’t know they would spy into the house. Eunseong was angry and lowered all the blinds in the living room, starting with the window where the employee had been looking in.
Wearing Yoo Siwoon’s clothes both top and bottom, he awkwardly walked to the kitchen and finally took something out of the refrigerator to eat. His startled heart was still pounding.
“I was really shocked. I’ll have to tell Director Nam everything tomorrow. Isn’t this going too far? Being surprised made me even hungrier.”
There was only fruit suitable for a late-night snack, which somehow left him feeling empty even after eating.
“Should I ask Ahjussi to get chicken tomorrow? Because of that bastard Choi Jung-eon, I’m really craving hot fried chicken. Since Uncle is sensitive to spicy food, we should order half and half.”
Eunseong peeled a banana, put it in his mouth, and mumbled to himself while chewing.
“…But how did that bastard have my old photos?”
Eunseong poured some of the mulled wine Yoo Siwoon had made and heated it in the microwave. Sipping the warmed wine, he headed to his study. Remembering that he had lowered the blinds, he took off the pants that were hampering his movement and left them on the floor. He entered the study unencumbered, drew the curtains there as well, and took out the box his father had sent to Yoo Siwoon.
“Ah, it really was sent by Dad. I didn’t know he had things like this.”
Indeed, there was an album containing Eunseong’s childhood photos in the box. Although it was meager with only a few photos, looking at the baby pictures made him smile. His mother was also in the photos.
“If he had these, he should have shown them to me earlier… Anyway, he’s no help in life. I thought there weren’t any.”
Eunseong preciously looked at his mother’s face, who was holding him, with sad and longing eyes.
His father said he fell in love with his mother at first sight. He said it was a moment when aesthetics took precedence over ethics.
But there were no photos with his father. Though there weren’t many photos to begin with.
The movement of rummaging through the contents of the box suddenly stopped.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
