Seok Iseo’s pussy was probably anxious and dripping water. Since he had ejaculated through the back several times, if he stimulated the inside again, it would heat up quickly. Saliva pooled in his mouth.
“I, is that so? Why don’t you speak to her directly… What would I know.”
It wasn’t the curt, cold voice from just before. So Muju gained a little hope. Anyway, he and Iseo were family. Even if they didn’t share a drop of blood, hadn’t contacted each other for years, and even gossiped behind his back.
“I did speak to her, but it’s a bit… difficult on auntie’s side. You know. She’s a difficult person.”
Contrary to the static atmosphere between Muju and Iseo, it was busy behind Iseo and Taeju. Strength gradually entered the hand pressing between the buttock crease, and he moved his hand as if to dig into the entrance. It seemed like Taeju’s hand would enter along with the fabric through the opening that gaped.
“So I thought it would be much better if you said something.”
Iseo stretched out his arm and pushed Taeju’s thigh.
“Stay still…”
“Huh? What did you say?”
Muju answered, mistaking it was said to him.
“No, ah, is everything ready?”
Seeing an employee approaching just then, Iseo abruptly stood up from his seat.
The employee widened their eyes in pretend surprise and answered yes.
“Yes, the meal is all ready.”
“Hyung, this way please.”
Leaving the two behind, Iseo disappeared quickly toward the dining room as if fleeing. The remaining brothers looked at each other. One was smiling and one looked tearful.
“Hey, what were you doing here.”
Sex?
Taeju was about to give that answer but stopped.
“If you just kept quiet, I would have solved everything, what are you coming here to do.”
“Haa, anyway, you slick-talking bastard. What do you know to solve it.”
“Older hyung didn’t want to come so you came instead. What don’t I know. Transactions falling through one after another? Hyung really says such things well. To Seok Iseo.”
“Sshh! Hey, be quiet. He’ll hear.”
“Have you ever talked with Seok Iseo? You just cursed behind his back.”
Muju, who had been walking first toward where Iseo disappeared, whipped around and glared at Taeju.
“Youngest, shut up. Let hyung do business.”
Go ahead. Taeju walked past Muju who had stopped.
“Sure, do well.”
Taeju, who entered the dining room, looked at Iseo, and Muju looked at the neatly set table.
Iseo sat at the head seat and a set of spoons and chopsticks were placed on each side of him. Taeju naturally sat in his usual seat.
Muju quickly scanned the sophisticated interior decoration once and sat opposite Taeju.
“I’ll eat well, Iseo-ya.”
“Yes.”
Muju slightly frowned at the brief answer while picking up his spoon. Anyway, he’s just like his mother, nothing but high-nosed.
“If you’d contacted me in advance that you were coming, I would have prepared more, but there’s only what we usually eat. Please let me know in advance next time.”
The employee who brought out the soup bowl on a tray said warmly to Muju. The employee said what Iseo should have said. Muju smoothed his furrowed brow and smiled slightly. Even if annoying, there was no choice but to smile for now.
“Not at all. This is plenty.”
“Ahjumma doesn’t need to worry. This hyung won’t come next time.”
As Muju answered with appropriate weight, Taeju intercepted his older cousin’s answer and spoke.
The employee laughed awkwardly and Muju’s awkward smile hardened.
“Iseo-ya, doesn’t that bastard Yeon Taeju act like that to you?”
Muju was genuinely curious. Yeon Taeju was definitely not a person with a good personality. He was truly a guy who did whatever the fuck he wanted.
If Yeon Taeju treated someone well, it meant he liked that person, and if he acted like a dick, it meant he disliked that person. And if he treated someone well and then acted like a dick, it just meant he was acting like Yeon Taeju.
“He’s like that to me too.”
For the first time, a smile hung on Iseo’s lips. Muju was surprised not by the smile he was seeing for the first time but by the affection heavily loaded toward Taeju.
It seemed Yeon Taeju was really doing his job properly. Surprised, Muju quickly turned his eyes from Iseo’s smiling face to his younger brother sitting opposite.
Yeon Taeju, who he thought would naturally be looking at him, was looking at Seok Iseo instead. His younger brother’s eyes were wide open. He glared with fierce eyes toward Iseo who was looking at him.
Why is that bastard opening his eyes like that. Is he doing well? Muju changed his mind. Yeon Taeju trying to look good to someone, that’s impossible.
“Hyung, are you okay now?”
What nonsense is that suddenly. Muju’s eyeballs rolled around busily.
“Ah! Ugh…”
Iseo gritted his teeth and gripped the table tightly. He almost let out a moan. The device in his stomach that had been calmly quiet suddenly started vibrating. The reason was naturally right in front of him.
Iseo deeply lowered his head and trembled. The vibration wasn’t as strong as during sex just before. But his posture collapsed and cold sweat flowed. The trembling convulsion throughout his body looked like he had chills.
“Y-Yeon Taeju…”
“Are you very unwell, hyung? Want to go up?”
Iseo gritted his teeth and barely controlled his panting breath. The device that had entered deep inside shook his internal organs.
Right now his cousin was in front of him, yet his vision blurred hazily with pleasure. Iseo shuddered at the sense of immorality similar to yet different from pleasure.
“No, huu… Hyung, I’m sorry… Suddenly…”
“Ah, no. Iseo-ya. Are you okay? Don’t you really need to go up and rest?”
Bone joints rose on the back of his hand like dry firewood. He let go of gripping the edge of the table and slowly picked up his spoon.
“Hoo, no, still we should eat together…”
Iseo’s eyes wandered aimlessly in the air. He couldn’t bear to look at his cousin with eyes shaking with pleasure. Instead, he turned his head toward Taeju with resentful eyes.
“Right, eat deliciously. You too, older hyung.”
The eyes that had been so fierce earlier became refreshed like a different person this time. Muju was dumbfounded and stopped rolling his eyes between Iseo and Taeju and first put rice in his mouth.
“…Yeah.”
It was strange. Muju felt like the rice he was putting in would come back up, so he hurriedly gulped down several spoonfuls of soup in succession.
Iseo’s panting gradually worsened. It was to the level where one would think he was doing this on purpose. Was he really that displeased with his request? Or was it silent pressure not to visit in the future?
“I-Iseo-ya…”
It was when Muju reached out his hand toward Iseo. Taeju abruptly stood up, stuck his arm between Iseo’s armpits, and lifted him up in one go.
Muju was also startled and stood up together. What? His eyes widened from absurdity. Tears that had pooled in Iseo’s eyes fell rolling down from the shock of being lifted.
Muju was startled and grabbed Iseo’s face. His flushed face was hot. Only then did Muju notice the strange déjà vu he had been feeling. It looked like a face feeling pleasure. Not pain.
“Let go.”
As if entranced by Iseo’s face, he was staring blankly when his younger brother’s fierce growling voice brought him to his senses with a jolt.
“Ah, okay.”
The moment he tried to let go of the hand holding Iseo’s face, Taeju, who couldn’t wait even that brief moment, grabbed and threw off Muju’s hand as if tossing it.
Muju’s wrist throbbed for a moment at how fiercely he had grabbed his hand.
Taeju naturally put his arm under Iseo’s knees and supported the back of his neck as he always did, then swiftly lifted him up.
Because he had a thin body, there seemed to be no strain in holding him like that. However, what was surprising to Yeon Muju was that Yeon Taeju cared about someone in that way. No, this wasn’t so much caring as possessiveness over what was his displayed in front of others.
“I’ll take him to his room and come back.”
“Okay…”
Iseo’s thin arm went over the back of Taeju’s neck. Iseo put strength in his arm and pulled Taeju’s face closer. Muju stood and stared blankly at the two.
What? That question was everything. What, those two? He couldn’t distinguish between normal and abnormal. The relationship between those two just looked so naturally flowing that it confused the observer about where to start finding fault.
Iseo whispered something in Taeju’s ear as he got closer. Muju’s ears perked up with a start. The sound of drawing in sharp breaths was louder than his voice.
“Fuck, that tickles my ear.”
Not the voice of Seok Iseo that he had hoped for, but only the rough voice of Yeon Taeju struck Muju’s eardrums. That bastard really treats Seok Iseo the same way he treats me.
“Stay still, before I lay you down.”
