Just what kind of person had marked Ryun all over his body like this — and why was Jin Ryun, the idiot, just letting it happen?
Furious, Woomin twisted the nipple between his fingers — and Ryun’s body lurched and bucked.
“Hyang, ngh… ha—!”
“What else did he do besides this? Hm? Did you suck his cock too?”
Woomin pried Ryun’s jaw open and worked his fingers around inside his mouth.
The tongue that wrapped around his fingers, the heat of the inside of his mouth — it was scorching.
He withdrew his fingers after a few swipes around the inside, and they came out glistening and slick with saliva.
Incredible. What would it feel like to put his cock in here?
Woomin’s eyes sank deep with desire. He brought the fingers he’d pulled from Ryun’s mouth to his own tongue and licked and sucked at them, tasting Ryun’s saliva.
Sweet — and saturated with Ryun’s scent.
Woomin reached out again and pressed his thumb repeatedly into the soft, yielding lips as he asked:
“Could it be Hwahyeon? No, he wouldn’t do something like that. Then — Yieon?”
Hwahyeon always stuck close to Ryun’s side, growling off anyone who tried to approach — but he was too much of a coward to ever let his feelings show to Ryun directly. As for Chae Yieon — he might not even know Ryun existed, but Woomin had once run into him at a gay bar, so he threw the name out as a possibility. Yieon had always wanted to mess with Woomin, so he might have snatched up Ryun — exactly Woomin’s type — just to watch Woomin’s reaction.
Not knowing any of that background, Ryun was thoroughly confused listening to Woomin.
Huh? Why is Hwahyeon coming up? And Chae Yieon?
Hmm, no idea what it’s about — but something must have happened between them and Woomin!
Ryun laughed inwardly. This kind of out-of-the-ordinary stuff — I love it. This is so fun.
He couldn’t figure out right now why Hwahyeon and Yieon had been mentioned — but if he kept enjoying these moments as they came, wouldn’t he find out eventually?
While Ryun’s mind was laughing to itself inside his body, his cock twitched — and then spilled out a steady stream of cum.
“You came. Did it feel good?”
Yes. It felt great.
Ryun gave an answer no one would ever hear, and the two of them laughed to themselves — Woomin out loud, Ryun inside. Woomin pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped clean the hand he had used to stroke Ryun off, cleaned up the cum that had spilled, and straightened Ryun’s clothes back into order.
He wanted to enjoy this a little longer — but glancing at the time, the bell was about to ring. Reluctantly, he ran his fingers through Ryun’s damp fringe, slightly sweaty now, and gave his shoulder a few nudging pats to wake him.
“Hey, Jin Ryun. Wake up.”
At the touch, Ryun’s body began to stir.
Behind his dazed-looking face, Ryun’s mind was spinning with cunning.
How should I react?
Plainly and normally? No — that was no fun.
Ryun pondered what would be more entertaining, and behind his eyelids, his eyes flickered with a bright, scheming light.
He made a show of raising his hand to cover his face and rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand — hiding the sly glint in them — and pushed himself upright.
“Mm… teacher?”
“Yeah, dummy, why are you sleeping in here? Want to get in trouble?”
“Mm… no… hmm—!”
Mid-way through sitting up, Ryun suddenly curled inward and moaned.
Woomin startled and asked if he was alright — Ryun said yes — but Ryun’s face was flushed red, and he looked genuinely disoriented. A rough, unsteady exhale escaped him without meaning to.
At that breathless, laced sound, Woomin’s eyes blazed and he looked down at Ryun with sharp intensity.
“Hmm… mm… that’s strange… why does my stomach feel so tingly…”
Ryun twisted and writhed as though genuinely baffled, feigning coy helplessness — and Woomin swallowed hard.
“Anything else feeling off?”
Woomin asked in a voice that had dropped considerably.
“My stomach feels tingly… and strangely, my chest too… hmm… ah…”
Ryun thrust his chest forward and trembled as though electricity was running through it.
The thin gym shirt did nothing to hide his nipples — still standing out just as Woomin had left them earlier.
At the sight, Woomin’s breathing went rough.
Ha, ha — Woomin gripped Ryun’s arm as he tried to push himself up, pressed him back down, said he looked like he wasn’t feeling well and should rest here before coming out — then shot to his feet and walked out of the storage room.
He was walking out with a noticeable hunch, trying to hide something below his waist. Ryun watched his retreating figure and snickered.
“Ah, really… this is fun.”
The second bout of the extraordinary had been just as entertaining — and Ryun found himself looking forward to whatever strange and unusual thing might come for him next.
The extraordinary that had found him at school today had been so much fun that Ryun came home giggling to himself, eager for Gyeom to come back.
He spent a good while waiting for Gyeom’s return, running through ideas for how to keep playing innocent while getting Gyeom to come at him — but it seemed the morning had dealt Jin Gyeom, massive coward that he was, a devastating blow, because he did not come home.
Ryun glared at the ticking clock, growing increasingly dissatisfied that Gyeom still hadn’t shown up no matter how long he waited.
He kept waiting well past midnight — but Gyeom still didn’t come through the door.
Eventually Ryun gave up on teasing Gyeom and went to sleep. Sometime in the dead of night — he wasn’t sure exactly when — someone came into his room.
Of course, there was only one person it could be. Gyeom.
“Hoo… Ryun.”
The reek of alcohol wafting off him made it clear Gyeom had been absolutely soaking in it.
Unlike his usual careful, deliberate movements, Gyeom flopped down onto Ryun’s bed without any ceremony — the mattress shuddering with the impact.
Did he simply not care whether Ryun woke up? Though as it happened, Ryun’s body didn’t wake from the rocking anyway.
Gyeom breathed out his alcohol-soaked exhales, pulled Ryun into his arms, and stroked his body.
“Ryun. Fuck. Do you have any idea how much I’m holding back?”
Who asked you to? Ryun grumbled internally, baffled. He himself was completely fine with it any time.
He had been lying there waiting to be taken whenever Gyeom was ready — and here was Gyeom, who had been taking his sweet time, now whining about how much he was holding back. The absurdity of it only grew as Gyeom kept sniffling and pressing against him and muttering in Ryun’s ear.
So apparently, according to Gyeom, there were two Gyeoms living inside his head.
One was a bastard who kept saying they should just swallow Ryun up before some other guy got to him first — and the other was a bastard who kept insisting you still shouldn’t sleep with your little brother. Both of them were bastards, though the latter was at least the more moderate of the two.
“I’m trying to be a bastard who’s still a decent bastard — but when Ryun tempts hyung like he did today, hyung can’t hold back…”
Gyeom sobbed that he didn’t want to be a bastard as he swore under his breath — and Ryun was left completely speechless.
He had already fingered him, used his mouth, worked between his thighs — done everything but the actual thing — and now he was saying he’d been trying to take it slow?
What the hell is he on about?
Ryun let out a hollow, disbelieving laugh inside.
At this rate, if Gyeom kept just sucking on his hands and doing nothing, Woomin was going to beat him to Ryun’s ass first.
Ryun didn’t particularly care who got there — but in the plan he had laid out for teasing Gyeom, there was a part that involved crying and saying it was my first time, how could you do this, or we’re brothers, how could you, — and for that he needed to still be a first. So he was getting a little impatient.
Though — having sex with the homeroom teacher first and then telling hyung it wasn’t actually my first time when we do it, and watching his eyes roll back in his head — that does sound entertaining too…
But that scenario worried him a little, since he had no idea how Gyeom would actually react.
What if Gyeom picked up a knife and went after Woomin? What if he actually stabbed him?
But they’re both mine.
Both of them had fallen into Ryun’s hands — his toys.
If two toys fought each other and one ended up broken, that would be a shame.
