Why couldn’t I argue back in front of that man? Why couldn’t I tell him he was wrong—tell him that, far more than he thought, that man actually cared about me?
Lee Kangjoo had nursed me when I was sick, bought me new clothes, and most of all, he had pulled me out of the sea when I fell in. Thinking back to the time he stood on the bridge, watching with a smile as I tried to jump, it was tremendous progress—an incredible kindness.
The delivery work was something I did because of the debt I had to repay. It had nothing to do with Lee Kangjoo. I should have said that straight to his face. The fact that I couldn’t say even a single word made me feel pathetic.
“......”
Yohan had been right. I should have gone home early. I got greedy for no reason and ended up wrecking myself.
“...That shaman’s pretty good.”
I’d been hit by that curse for real. The bitter taste wouldn’t leave my mouth. Standing beside the bike, Haejun took out a cigarette and put it between his lips.
The flame flickered unsteadily in the wind, briefly lighting his face.
It looked cold and lonely.
* * *
Lee Kangjoo didn’t come to see Haejun until late Saturday night.
Haejun had been waiting for him at home the entire time and had just stepped out for a cigarette. He wasn’t even fully dressed yet—just a shirt and his underwear—when Kangjoo strode toward him. Before Haejun could even greet him, Kangjoo shut him up with his lips and flipped him over. Knees on the floor, upper body thrown across the bed, he thrust into him from behind.
Haejun had nothing on but the shirt. His underwear was caught around his knees, so he couldn’t even spread his legs properly. Large hands gripped the round flesh of his ass and forced it apart.
The cock rising viciously between his legs had no conscience at all, prying open the already tight hole and driving in and out. At least there was one saving grace. Kangjoo had poured on so much gel that both the cleft and his cock were slick and gleaming.
It wasn’t as if they hadn’t done it before. But whatever it was that had set Kangjoo off tonight, the force of each collision felt less like a man and more like a bull that did nothing but win in the fighting ring.
“Ah—!”
Only after Haejun came twice did Kangjoo finally spill. Throughout the entire time Kangjoo held him down, Haejun’s body had been helplessly shaken and shoved forward by the pounding, until the final destination was the bed itself.
Haejun collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for breath. Red handprints were stamped across his waist where Kangjoo had held him. And that wasn’t all. The constant friction had dyed his ass the color of ripe strawberries. Each time his hips twitched, a pair of deep, butterfly-shaped dimples appeared on the flesh before disappearing again.
“Hah... hngh....”
The aftershocks of climax left a dull ache deep in his stomach. Without thinking, he wrapped an arm around his belly—but then a weight like a slab of rock settled over his back.
Even though Kangjoo had already finished, the hardness of the cock pressing against his ass hadn’t changed. It looked just as imposing as before. After spilling, it should have softened, but Kangjoo rarely worked that way.
“...Stop....”
In a faint, fading voice, Haejun pleaded as he rubbed his forehead against the bedsheet. It was a timid protest and a desperate plea all at once. If they kept going like this without rest, his emptied balls might start screaming in pain.
Instead of answering, Kangjoo locked Haejun inside his arms and pressed his lips to the back of his neck. He opened his mouth and bit down just enough to leave teeth marks, then moved to his earlobe. He sucked it in with a wet sound, sliding the tip of his tongue along its curve. His damp breath slipped into Haejun’s ear, sending a chill down his spine.
“One more time.”
Strangely enough, what scared Haejun more than the act that would follow was the way Kangjoo was behaving like this. Every time those lips touched his skin, his heart pounded as if he were standing on some dizzying height, looking down into the void.
At moments like this, it felt like if Kangjoo asked him for anything, he’d obey without a second thought.
Even if it meant something that could cost him his life.
I’m already an idiot, but when I’m around Kangjoo I get even dumber. It felt like my brain wasn’t working for its owner anymore—like it was turning into something that existed solely for him.
After tormenting his neck and ears with his mouth, Kangjoo’s lips eventually settled on his back. He chewed lightly on the shoulder blade, leaving marks, then slowly trailed down along the spine. When he reached the hollow there, his lips lingered.
“Then... at least a short break....”
It was the same request he made every time, though he didn’t expect much. Kangjoo had never once granted it. And sure enough, before long, a hand grabbed his ass again. The still-hard cock slid lazily between the parted flesh, the head brushing against the tense, tightly puckered hole.
“......”
The club-like cock pushed into the softened flesh. The force of it driving in all the way at once made Haejun’s body jerk.
Trying to run away was useless. Pinned beneath Kangjoo like someone trapped in the crack of a boulder, all he could do was flail his limbs helplessly. The underwear that had been clinging to his legs had slipped all the way down to his feet, dangling from one ankle.
The downward thrust forced a muffled groan from Haejun’s mouth.
He hurriedly tried to cover it, but Kangjoo lifted his chin and swallowed the scream-like sound with his own mouth. Their tongues met, then Kangjoo stirred through his mouth, shaking him so violently it felt like he might lose his mind.
White sparks flashed wildly across the darkness behind his eyes. Day and night flipped back and forth without twilight or dawn.
“Ah—!”
His half-moon-shaped hips were crushed flat under Kangjoo’s weight. The shaft spreading his insides reached all the way to the dead end. The head that had invaded deep into his guts moved along the curved path as if it loved it there.
“——!”
Haejun’s tongue slipped out between his parted lips. There wasn’t a single drop of semen left to spill, yet it was unmistakably another climax. The pleasure was so intense it ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) felt like his eyes might roll back. He couldn’t keep his sanity. The hand clutching the sheet trembled like it had a nervous disorder.
Kangjoo stole his open mouth. Holding his jaw in place so he couldn’t move, he sucked, bit, and devoured mercilessly. It felt less like a kiss and more like a beast ripping into its prey’s insides.
As his breath started to fail, Haejun instinctively tapped Kangjoo’s arm. He kicked his legs, struggling desperately to escape. His pleas—save me, stop—were swallowed by Kangjoo.
The climax crushed him again.
His tightening muscles contracted on their own, swallowing Kangjoo’s cock. It was stimulation no one could endure. Kangjoo, biting down on Haejun’s lower lip, poured out another load deep inside the already soaked flesh.
Too much intensity became torture. Haejun, who had been trembling pitifully without even being able to cry out, finally let his hand fall limp onto the bed. His body slackened.
It was then that his nose suddenly burned.
A warm stream of liquid ran straight down across the philtrum before he could stop it. When he touched it with his fingertips, a deep crimson smeared across them.
“Blood...”
Had he really pushed his body so far that he’d burst a nosebleed? As Haejun stared blankly at his fingers, his gaze lifted to Kangjoo. Kangjoo, who had been looking languid a moment ago, stiffened the moment he noticed the streak of blood running from Haejun’s nose.
“Ugh...!”
As the connection suddenly slipped free, Haejun’s body trembled. He didn’t dare lower his head in case the bleeding started again. When he tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, Kangjoo pulled his chin down.
The touch was gentle.
“Were you that exhausted?”
Kangjoo grabbed the shirt that had been tossed in the corner of the bed and pressed it under Haejun’s nose. The white collar quickly turned red. Not wanting to dirty the shirt Kangjoo had bought him, Haejun looked around frantically for tissues—but today, of all days, they were far away.
“No, I’m just a little tired...”
“You’re a lot of trouble.”
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for.”
He couldn’t exactly admit that the cause was pleasure taken far beyond reason—that it was mostly Kangjoo’s fault. Fortunately, the nosebleed stopped quickly. But when Kangjoo tried to throw the shirt away, Haejun panicked and stopped him.
“I’ll buy you a new one. Throw it out.”
“But still. I’ve only worn it once...”
It was the first piece of clothing Kangjoo had ever bought him, which made it meaningful. It felt far too wasteful to throw away just because a bit of blood had gotten on it. When Haejun clutched it stubbornly, Kangjoo sighed but didn’t forcibly take it away.
“Let’s wash.”
It had been sex so rough that his nose bled. Naturally, Haejun’s vision was swimming. Even speaking took effort, so there was no way he had the energy to clean himself.
He wanted to close his eyes just for a moment. But suddenly he remembered something Kangjoo had said before—that washing someone’s body might become a hobby for him, so Haejun should cooperate.
If that was the case, then even if his nose started bleeding again, the right thing was to wash together with Kangjoo.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Haejun set his feet on the floor.
His body swayed from exhaustion, and Kangjoo caught him. Almost wrapped up in his arms, Haejun was led toward the bathroom.
