Whether they wanted it or not, a strange cohabitation had begun. For Igyeol, it was an unavoidable decision. In the end, Sung Yohan ended up staying at the health clinic.
When he worried about where to have this guy sleep, there was only one conclusion. He couldn’t give the Sanctum Guild Leader just a single room. Hyungil was already sharing the room that Grandmother Oksoon used to use with Yeongwon. What remained was one place—his own room. Igyeol let out a sigh.
“…Just buy the property next door that’s on the market.”
“I like it here. Very much.”
“……”
What’s there to like? Damn it! Igyeol grabbed his head. With two large men in a cramped room, the room became even smaller. Moreover, Sung Yohan, sitting with his back ramrod straight in that uncomfortable outfit of a neat shirt and even a necktie, looked more uncomfortable than anyone.
Igyeol glared at Sung Yohan while shaking one leg nervously. Damn, that bastard must be dying of discomfort, right? This place must feel cramped as hell to him, right? He couldn’t tell him to leave either—it was driving him crazy. Igyeol sighed.
At that moment, Sung Yohan, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, looked at Igyeol and chuckled. To anyone watching, Igyeol was clearly seriously worrying right now. Wasn’t he like a mother bird watching over him while being cautious, checking to see if he was uncomfortable? That sight made him laugh for no reason, so he opened his mouth.
“You don’t have to stare at me like that.”
“Wh-what? What did I look at?”
“You were staring intently. Very intently.”
“Geez, can’t I look at something?”
“That’s not it, I’m just embarrassed.”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about between men!”
“I’m going to take off my clothes, so isn’t it a bit awkward between men after all?”
Igyeol jumped up. His face flushed bright red. This bastard always says things in such a weird way—that’s the problem! If you’re going to take off your clothes, say something!! Of course that’s embarrassing!!
He was so dumbfounded that his earlobes turned red as he tried to open the door and leave, but Sung Yohan grabbed Igyeol’s arm. A low laugh came from behind. Igyeol tried to shake off Sung Yohan’s arm but hesitated at the sound of laughter.
“Ahaha, really.”
“……Is it funny?”
“Your reactions are amusing.”
“What did I even do?”
“Right. You didn’t do anything……”
Sung Yohan laughed while lowering his head, then looked at Igyeol’s face, closed his mouth, and held back his laughter. Then he grinned. When he grabbed his arm, Holy Power should automatically be drawn in, but this time Sung Yohan seemed to have blocked the absorption of Holy Power, so he didn’t feel anything like that. Igyeol grumbled and sat back down.
“Ahem…… Anyway, I’ll stay in the single room, so you use this place comfortably. Just until I buy the building next door.”
“Will you let me keep holding your hand?”
“…I need that too.”
Tsk. Well, it couldn’t be helped. That was. It was essential and inevitable. Igyeol glanced at Sung Yohan. The eyes staring intently were somehow heated. That, that—does he need it now? He didn’t fight or do anything, so what does it mean that his Holy Power has overflowed excessively?
“Do you need it?”
“……”
Instead of answering, Sung Yohan narrowed his eyes. That ambiguous attitude of neither affirming nor denying scratched at Igyeol’s insides. Like a predator before its prey, that leisurely yet persistent gaze swept over Igyeol’s nape.
“Let’s not talk, let’s not.”
Igyeol inhaled empty air and turned his head. If I keep meeting those eyes, I feel like I’ll get sucked in. Just Sung Yohan’s presence filling the cramped room was suffocating enough, but with the strange atmosphere he was exuding added on top of it, his mind seemed to go strange.
“Just change your clothes. I’m going out.”
Igyeol snapped bluntly and turned around. If I stay in this room any longer, something will happen. Igyeol grabbed the doorknob as if fleeing.
Click.
It was the moment he tried to turn the doorknob.
Thud—!
A large hand that suddenly shot out from behind pressed firmly against the upper part of the door. At the same time, a solid and hot torso heavily settled over Igyeol’s back.
“……!”
Igyeol stopped breathing. There was no gap to open the door. Sung Yohan had trapped Igyeol with his body. The body heat felt from behind was burning hot.
“Hey, you…!”
“Just a moment.”
The voice reaching his ear was low. It wasn’t the usual gentle tone. A cracked voice mixed with suppressed desire.
“Just for a moment. Like this.”
“Hey, stop joking around and move, what are you doing right now—”
“Don’t move. Right now… I’m at my limit.”
Sung Yohan leaned his forehead against Igyeol’s shoulder with a thud. That weight felt like shackles. It was the moment Igyeol tried to protest.
Whoooosh—
Through the back touching him, and through his shoulder, Sung Yohan’s Holy Power rushed in like a bursting dam.
“Hngh…!”
A suppressed moan burst from Igyeol’s mouth. The high-concentration energy that struck without warning shot down his spine like lightning. It was as if electricity was flowing through each and every blood vessel. His lower back tingled and rang as strength left his legs. Igyeol reflexively gripped the doorknob tightly. If he didn’t, he felt like he would collapse to the floor.
“You, you… really… ugh….”
He tried to spit out curses, but his tongue seemed paralyzed and his words got tangled. Sung Yohan’s Holy Power was rough yet persistent. It sought out the Demonic Energy inside Igyeol’s body and devoured it indiscriminately, filling the empty spaces with his own energy.
It was closer to an invasion than treatment. Sung Yohan’s breathing, pressed close behind him, also became rough.
“Haah……”
Sung Yohan buried his nose in Igyeol’s nape and took a deep breath. It was terribly sweet. The sensation of his Holy Power, which had been expanding as if to burst his body, being sucked into this man. The dizzying sense of liberation that came with the resolution of the painful excess state was more addictive than drugs.
The smell coming from Igyeol. That characteristic cool yet dangerous scent of flesh mixed with the herbal medicine smell of the old health clinic. It was paralyzing Sung Yohan’s reason.
“Just a little… more….”
Sung Yohan desperately gripped the doorframe to avoid embracing Igyeol’s waist. His fingertips turned white. The urge to turn this man around right now and pull him into a crushing embrace surged. But he had to endure. Right now, he should be grateful for just this much.
“Nngh… hey… stop….”
Igyeol’s head tilted back. It felt like everything below his waist was melting. The recoil that came from the Demonic Energy being purified was pain close to pleasure. It was so stimulating, so vivid that it was shameful.
Sung Yohan’s solid thigh brushed against Igyeol’s buttocks. At that blatant contact, Igyeol’s body trembled violently.
“Sung Yohan… you son of a bitch….”
“You can curse at me. Just don’t push me away.”
Sung Yohan shamelessly retorted and pressed his body even closer. His heartbeat transmitted through his shirt was felt completely against Igyeol’s back. Thump, thump, thump. It was beating crazily fast.
Igyeol couldn’t tell whether it was because of the Holy Power running wild or for some other reason. The only thing certain was that this situation right now was dangerous.
‘Dangerous. This bastard’s lost his mind.’
Igyeol desperately tried to hold onto his fading consciousness. But Sung Yohan’s energy pouring from behind covered him like an irresistible wave.
His mind flashed white. His toes curled. His hand gripping the doorknob was slippery with sweat.
“Haa… huu….”
After quite some time passed, the flow of Holy Power that had been pouring like a waterfall gradually subsided. Sung Yohan slowly, very reluctantly, pulled his body away.
“……”
Igyeol leaned against the door, breathing roughly. His legs were trembling and he couldn’t stand properly. When his back became empty, he even felt a strange sense of loss. Am I crazy?
“Are you alright?”
Sung Yohan’s voice was heard. It was a voice that had become calmer and languid. Igyeol slowly turned his head to glare at him.
Sung Yohan had loosened and disheveled his tie, brushing back his sweat-dampened bangs. His flushed face and moistly wet eyes. It was a terribly sensual appearance that clearly showed what he had just done.
“You……”
Igyeol tried to curse but bit his lips tightly instead. His face burned so much he couldn’t bear it.
“If you pull this shit again next time… I’ll really kill you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Sung Yohan smiled brightly. There was no sign of remorse at all. Rather, his eyes were glistening as if promising a next time. Igyeol was dumbfounded and let out a bitter laugh. This bastard is really ridiculous.
“Move. Let me out.”
Igyeol fled from the room. His gait as he walked down the hallway strangely staggered. Sung Yohan looked at the closed door and smoothly ran his thumb over his lips. It felt like Igyeol’s body heat still remained on his fingertips.
“Haa……”
Sung Yohan leaned his back against the door and slid down to sit. His heart wouldn’t calm down. It wasn’t simply because his Holy Power had stabilized. Just before, that sensation of Igyeol’s body trembling in his arms. The suppressed moans.
“I’m going crazy, really.”
Sung Yohan covered his face with his hands. The remedy was too stimulating. He thought there would be no side effects, but it seemed like side effects of a different kind would arise. Very severe ones at that.
