“What time is it now?”
“It’s a bit past 5 AM.”
Surim turned around, startled. Song Hanyeong had a nonchalant expression, and he didn’t look at all like someone who had been shaking his hips until dawn while holding an unconscious person. Was it because of his cold and indifferent expression?
Still, that expression had also crumbled last night. Surim clearly remembered Song Hanyeong’s face frowning in pleasure when he finally climaxed while devouring his insides.
“I’m sleepy.”
“Mm. Go to sleep.”
“How am I supposed to sleep like this?”
“Sleep. I’ll support you so you don’t sink into the water.”
“That’s not what I mean!”
“Not?”
Surim bumped the back of his head against Song Hanyeong’s chest with a thud while leaning against his back. It was because he had absolutely no strength in his limbs.
Then a low laugh echoed in his ear. A vibration like a cat purring was transmitted to Surim through his head.
‘Wow, so this is what it’s like when his voice is low.’
While he was secretly admiring it without realizing, Song Hanyeong grabbed Surim’s waist. The moment he turned around wondering what was happening, Song Hanyeong lifted his waist up slightly and then released it.
“Ahuk!”
Song Hanyeong’s penis, which had been halfway out, thrust back in firmly. Surim twisted while his waist trembled.
“Hah…”
A tingling, stinging sensation spread from inside his belly. Surim choked up and pinched Song Hanyeong’s hand hard. However, Song Hanyeong showed no reaction as if it didn’t hurt at all.
It seemed vampires had thick skin too. Surim stuck out his lips in dissatisfaction.
“Why are you suddenly doing that? Weren’t we here to wash up after finishing?”
“Because you weren’t answering.”
“Answering…?”
Surim, who had been repeating it blankly, realized it was about the conversation they’d just been having. To be precise, it was an interrogation about the words “that’s not what I mean.”
“Yes, this…”
“Can’t you sleep like this?”
“Of course not. Who sleeps like this?”
“You were sleeping just fine earlier.”
That was true too. In fact, hadn’t he been sleeping soundly even while Song Hanyeong washed his body and moved him to a filled bathtub and inserted himself again? Surim had nothing to say, so he pointlessly clasped both hands together and placed them on his belly.
Then he was startled.
“Ma-Manager-nim! Manager-nim!”
“Yes.”
“I think I need to go to the hospital.”
Surim, on the verge of tears, turned to look at Song Hanyeong while trembling. Knowing it wasn’t a joke, Song Hanyeong also lifted his upper body that had been leaning against the bathtub and pressed his body against Surim’s back. Surim made a groaning sound and moaned softly. Song Hanyeong asked soothingly.
“Why, does something hurt?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt, but my body feels weird…”
“Where and how is it weird?”
“My stomach. My stomach feels weird.”
Surim hurriedly pulled Song Hanyeong’s hand and placed it on his belly. It was above the bulging trace.
“Look. It’s weird, right?”
“…Ah, this.”
A voice that had dropped even lower flowed out as if scraping.
“Ma-Manager-nim…?”
Somehow creeped out, Surim turned around and confirmed the man smiling with a sharp expression.
“Why… are you like that…?”
Song Hanyeong didn’t answer and sat up. Naturally, Surim, who was connected to him, had no choice but to sit up as well. Song Hanyeong brought one of Surim’s hands to grip the edge of the bathtub and made him place the remaining hand on his belly. Then he shook his hips once.
“Ah!”
Perhaps because of the precarious standing position in the bathtub, the sensation of Song Hanyeong’s penis tearing through his inner walls felt more vivid. While Surim flinched, he was baffled by the sensation felt on the palm placed on his belly.
“Ri-right now…?”
“Mm.”
“It stuck out and went back in… Ah!”
Once again, something protruded through the outer skin of his belly and went back in. It happened every time Song Hanyeong moved his hips.
Half-panicked by the incomprehensible phenomenon, Surim touched it over and over while moaning. The belly that repeatedly flattened and then protruded again, then flattened again, was like…
“Uaaah…”
Surim, his face reddening, made groaning sounds.
“I get it, I get it, so, ahh. Stop. Stop it, Manager-nim…”
“Mmm.”
“Ah! Ahhng…, mmh!”
Surim struggled and tried to escape from Song Hanyeong, but the man easily subdued him with one hand.
“How long… ah, hngh!”
Inside the humid bathroom, Surim’s voice echoed. Surim was quite embarrassed by it and tried to hold back his moans, but each time he did, Song Hanyeong drove him harder so he absolutely couldn’t hold back. Surim, who had been enduring while moaning sweetly, lost strength at some point and collapsed. Song Hanyeong paid no mind and lifted Surim up to align his penis with the hole again. Surim, limply embraced by Song Hanyeong, only panted heavily before soon moaning again.
* * *
His entire body ached as if it had been beaten. Not only his legs that had been spread to their limit and his arms that had struggled to support his upper body hurt, but everything including his back, calves, and neck hurt too.
It was to the point where he suspected that last night he hadn’t had sex but had been assaulted.
“……”
When he glared with reproach, Song Hanyeong, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, covered his eyes with his hand. Surim irritably shook his head to shake off the hand and groaned because his neck and back hurt.
When their eyes met again, Song Hanyeong lit his cigarette and said.
“If you have any questions, ask.”
So, did that mean he would resolve his apologetic feelings with an explanation of this situation? Surim was somewhat dumbfounded but asked without arguing.
He did happen to have quite a lot of questions anyway.
“When you bite me, Manager-nim, why does it become like that?”
“Like that?”
“…It becomes all tingly and weird.”
“Didn’t it feel good?”
“Good… it was good, but…”
His face reddening, Surim trailed off while pulling the blanket up to below his eyes. Song Hanyeong looked at Surim like that and smiled with one corner of his mouth raised.
“Humans don’t leave alone beings that harm them. Except for one thing—beings that give them pleasure.”
It wasn’t wrong, since among the drugs traded in secret, there was even a drug called ecstasy that maximizes pleasure. Pleasure was the most primal sensation that addicts humans.
The feelings Surim had for Song Hanyeong might also be closer to addiction rather than normal affection. Wouldn’t it be like that for all stalkers? Unless they had become addicted to that person and become completely unable to separate themselves by their own power, they wouldn’t commit such creepy acts as stalking. When addicted, they come to want the other person’s belongings, steal, and when they can’t control such things, it eventually leads to kidnapping and ends in ruin.
Thinking about it that way, it might be fortunate that the other person was Song Hanyeong. Surim couldn’t imagine at all a future where he kidnapped Song Hanyeong. Because Song Hanyeong was not only beautiful but also strong.
“So this is how I bewitch and devour them bite by bite. Until the bone fragments at the end.”
“……”
Surim blankly looked up at the man whispering cruel words with a beautiful face. More captivated than afraid.
“…It’s a joke, Jin Surim-ssi.”
“…Yes.”
“Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Then?”
If he confessed his dirty inner thoughts, he might really be devoured down to the bone fragments. Surim subtly changed the subject.
“But Manager-nim, how old are you?”
“Suddenly?”
“You said before that you were immortal. So I was thinking you might have lived about five thousand years.”
Song Hanyeong looked down at Surim with an expression as if it was absurd, smiling.
“Not quite that much.”
“Then?”
Surim asked again while turning to lie toward Song Hanyeong.
“Well, probably over three hundred.”
“Three hundred…”
It wasn’t as much as five thousand, but three hundred was also a considerably unrealistic number. Surim looked up at the smooth face that only looked like mid to late twenties and exclaimed, “Wow.” Actually, it was mid to late twenties because he always had a cold expression—if he went around smiling, it was a face that could pass for early to mid-twenties.
But with such a face, he was over three hundred years old.
“You really are a vampire…”
“I’ve been saying so all along.”
“It didn’t feel real.”
“I see… Then should I make it feel real?”
Song Hanyeong asked with a languid smile. Surim caught on that it was a suggestion to make him experience it by biting and pulled the blanket up to completely cover his neck. Song Hanyeong raised one corner of his mouth crookedly as if scoffing.
“Then by any chance, are you married, Manager-nim?”
“…What?”
“No, it’s just that you said you’re three hundred years old…”
“I’m not.”
Song Hanyeong’s gaze, which had cut coldly, turned toward Surim’s lower body for a moment before returning. Song Hanyeong continued while tapping cigarette ash into the ashtray.
“I’m a celibate.”
“Ah, me too.”
“…What?”
Song Hanyeong frowned.
“Me too. I’ve never even thought about being with someone. I can’t even imagine it.”
In his childhood, the only couple Surim could observe closely was a man and woman obsessed with an ‘ideal family.’ They cherished the child born when they loved each other, and regarded Surim, who was born unwanted when their relationship wasn’t good, as a kind of bug.
Within the family they planned, Surim was an error, and to them who pursued a perfect family, this seemed to be an intolerable element.
