At the same time, semen dripped down along his jaw. Semen that hadn’t flowed out remained pooled white in his gaping mouth.
“Hyung.”
Even the address calling him hyung right now was a catalyst for excitement. Calling hyung with a cracked voice, Taeju twisted up the corners of his mouth to the fullest.
His brow ridge rose fiercely and his unsmiling eyes flashed with lust.
His lower face was covered in semen and the upper in tears. Even his tightly closed eyelashes split into strands from moisture.
Taeju checked if Iseo was breathing. From the wheezing breath, he knew he was fine, but just in case.
“Ridiculous.”
Taeju summed up his impression in one word. Ridiculous. The current situation, and both Seok Iseo’s and his own sorry state—everything was ridiculous.
He pushed his hand into the mouth that gaped limply, unable to swallow or hold his semen.
The squishy mucus and warm body temperature became desire and struck between his crotch once more. Yeon Taeju’s face flushed red with excitement.
“What are you going to do losing your mind over this, hyung?”
Compared to the words, there was no sign of reproach in his tone. It had been a while since something this interesting and fun. No, there had been none at all in recent memory.
“Next time, hyung. Come without drugs. That way it’s consensual sex.”
Whether the grabbed hair hurt or the voice poured near his ear tickled, Seok Iseo twisted his body slightly.
Taeju only then released the nape of hyung’s neck. The dry body that dropped crumpled between his legs.
“You’re high maintenance.”
Taeju, who roughly wiped his lower parts with tissue, scraped out the semen he’d profusely released from inside his mouth. It would have been fine if he’d swallowed it—such regret remained.
Next time I’ll make him drink it even if I have to crush his uvula, thinking this, Taeju smiled wryly. He found himself ridiculous for thinking about cumming in hyung’s mouth next time too. But it wasn’t bad.
Seeing Seok Iseo slumped as if all life had been drained from him, his dick hardened once more. It swelled tautly to the point where it was regrettable to obediently take him to his room like this.
Taeju arranged his groin that swelled meaninglessly. He slid his arms under Seok Iseo’s nape and back of the knees to lift him up.
“Did you cum?”
Only after lifting him did he notice. Seok Iseo’s thin shorts at the crotch were soaked wet.
It was wet both front and back to an extent too strange to say he’d ejaculated.
Taeju stared intently at Seok Iseo’s crotch the entire time crossing the corridor. Too little to say he’d pissed himself, too much to say he’d ejaculated.
Even while looking at the crotch soaked with unidentifiable fluids, Taeju’s erection continued.
He laid his cousin, unconscious from drugs, on his bed. He didn’t feel like deliberately touching and checking the soaking wet crotch.
He looked forward to tomorrow morning. He swallowed several times as if drooling. After taking a full look around his unchanged room, Taeju left the room.
Tomorrow, would he sit at the dining table as usual waiting for him? When asked if he slept well, could he ask “How about you?” as he always did?
Taeju lay down with both hands supporting the back of his head, looking forward to the exciting tomorrow.
He would say no. That a sudden assailant had jumped him and sucked his lower parts.
Would he remember what happened now, or wouldn’t he? Judging by how intoxicated he was with drugs, the possibility of not remembering was high. Even if so, it didn’t matter.
Thinking about gently scratching at him to shatter his mind, he was excited enough that his lower belly trembled.
* * *
He woke up earlier than usual and finished showering early too. Just thinking about Seok Iseo from last night made his cock throb. Taeju couldn’t hold back and left his room.
Originally, his plan was to make Iseo wait a long time in front of a fully set breakfast table. But he was too impatient. He couldn’t stand not seeing Seok Iseo.
Would his face be pale or flushed? What if his lips were torn?
Taeju licked both corners of his mouth alternately, even though his own lips weren’t torn. If Iseo’s lips were torn, he felt like he’d want to shove his cock into his mouth right there at the dining table.
With abnormal excitement over his cousin, Taeju’s steps became hurried, almost running. As he quickly descended the spiral staircase, Taeju even hummed a tune.
“Hello, ma’am.”
He greeted cheerfully to a maid he ran into on the first floor. She looked awkwardly at Taeju, who had stormed out of the house yesterday after fighting with Iseo.
“Oh, Taeju. Breakfast is ready.”
The woman who had been cleaning scrunched her eyes uncomfortably. Taeju quickly crossed the corridor, not caring how she saw him.
And when he entered the dining room, Yeon Taeju’s expression cracked open. His expression turned vicious, as if what he’d been hiding behind his smile was now his true face.
“Where’s Iseo hyung?!”
There was only one set of utensils in place. No matter how wide Taeju opened his eyes, his gaze remained fixed on Seok Iseo’s empty seat.
The ajumma came running immediately because of Taeju’s shout.
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
“Where did Iseo hyung go?”
Where did he run off to? This won’t do. Hiding is cowardly. Taeju’s eyes rolled down to the ajumma who came up to his chest height.
“Ah, yes. The young master isn’t feeling well today, so he said he won’t eat.”
“That won’t do. If he’s sick, he needs to eat.”
He turned around and retraced his steps. The ajumma hastily grabbed his arm.
“Taeju, what’s wrong? Eat first. The young master usually doesn’t come out of his room when he’s not feeling well. So eat first and…”
“If he’s too sick to eat, shouldn’t I go and take care of him? Should I just sit here?”
“No, he’s always been like this. And the young master really hates it when anyone comes in…!”
“Am I the same as you, ajumma?”
At those words, her face, which had been troubled, went cold. As the strength left the hand gripping his arm, Taeju strode forward again.
It seemed he’d taken drugs last night and still hadn’t come to his senses. He needed to see that state with his own eyes. Just how much had he done? Or rather, how regularly had he been doing it that even the employees all knew and were keeping quiet about it?
Taeju’s lips twisted. Now that he’d caught Iseo’s weakness, it would be easier to control Seok Iseo as he pleased. He climbed the stairs two at a time, humming the tune he’d hummed coming down.
“Hyung! Iseo hyung!”
Taeju’s rough, threatening fists pounded on Seok Iseo’s door. Bang bang bang. The door, much thicker and larger than a regular house’s, shook violently.
Naturally, the door was locked. It had definitely been unlocked when he’d carried Seok Iseo in yesterday.
“Hyung, open the door. You said you’re sick!”
He slammed the door while turning the doorknob as if to break it, though it wouldn’t turn any further.
If his mind was sound, it was a commotion he couldn’t ignore. But Seok Iseo didn’t show his face even once. And then some random guy grabbed Taeju’s shoulder.
“Ah, fuck, what?”
“He’s not feeling well, so he’s staying in his room.”
Taeju raised one eyebrow at the appearance of a man he’d never seen before, making a fierce face. A man with a bigger build than his own spoke mechanically with an expressionless face.
Of course. There was no way there were only two middle-aged employees in a place like this. Taeju glared at him with wide eyes. When he swatted away the arm on his shoulder, the man obediently removed it.
“Who the fuck are you to boss me around? A younger brother is worried about his hyung, what the hell’s your problem?”
“I heard you. It would be best if you stayed quiet and left.”
“That’s right, Taeju. Listen to the Director. The young master never sees anyone when he’s sick. Even when guests come…”
The ajumma, now attached behind the large man, spoke to Taeju. So this ajumma had called this person, this Director.
“He’s had a fever since yesterday, and you’re just leaving him like this?”
Of course, Taeju didn’t actually care whether they neglected or treated Seok Iseo. If only Iseo hadn’t soaked himself below while sucking his cock yesterday.
He had to see Seok Iseo right now. Whether he was sprawled out from drugs or soaked in his own cum from masturbating. And he had to threaten him, saying, “Didn’t you barge into my room yesterday and suck my cock?”
“We’re not neglecting him, we’re treating him. Please go rest in your room. Or you could stay somewhere else for two or three days.”
“What kind of bullshit is that?”
Now they were even trying to kick him out of the house. Deep wrinkles formed on Taeju’s forehead and an incredulous laugh escaped.
There was one fact that Seok Iseo’s mother and the wife of SL Global’s Vice Chairman had overlooked. The perfect companion for Seok Iseo, who gets very lonely without peers around, was someone else. It could never be Yeon Taeju.
He was absolutely not the type to go along obediently like water mixed with water or liquor mixed with liquor when told to do something.
If she really wanted to create a friend to ease his loneliness, Yeon Taeju should have been the first one excluded.
“I’ll cover the expenses for…”
