Jae-min finished the final treatment and quickly slipped out beyond the curtain. As soon as he was separated from Hyun-woong, Jae-min’s face flushed bright red.
What the hell did I just do?
Among all the crazy things he’d done until now, what he did today seemed to be the worst. Masturbating while covering his mouth in front of Hyun-woong being milked.
Both the space where he masturbated and the subject he used as material were shocking. He’d even shaken his cock while thinking of Hyun-woong’s lips that he’d covered with his own hand. He wasn’t even a kid who would blush saying it was an indirect kiss just from using the same cup.
Does men’s milk have alcohol in it?
Looking back at himself, he wasn’t in his right mind. Unless he was completely drunk. Jae-min wiped away the sweat that had formed on his forehead and left the treatment room. But there was a voice that stopped him as he hurried his steps like someone being chased.
“Excuse me, just a moment.”
It was Cheol-hui calling him. Jae-min, who had been trying to escape and hide in the staff changing room, screeched to a halt in front of the desk. Cheol-hui brought up the topic with the same calm expression and tone as always.
“Do you remember the new patient you handled last time? Patient Lee Dong-gyu.”
“Ah… yes, I remember.”
Jae-min nodded, recalling the man who had a good body but was much smaller in both chest and build than Hyun-woong. He was a man with no particular distinguishing features.
“He inquired about whether he could receive a massage from the same therapist again.”
“Really?”
“We told him our system doesn’t allow reservations for specific massage therapists. We responded that if he makes a reservation at a similar time to last time, we’d ask the therapist who handled him whether they could massage him again.”
Jae-min furrowed his brow. He’d definitely said similar things back then too. Asking if they could meet again.
Creeping discomfort rose up. It was hard to give a specific reason. It was just burdensome and unpleasant that a man whose face he didn’t even know liked his touch and wanted to feel it again.
Cheol-hui, who had been observing Jae-min’s gradually darkening complexion, tapped on the desk.
“What would you like to do? Would you like to handle him one more time?”
“Mm, honestly being requested by name… it feels like being treated as a host and I don’t like it. I don’t want to handle him. Can I refuse?”
Jae-min brought his hand to his mouth and asked carefully in a whisper. Then Cheol-hui nodded matter-of-factly.
“Yes, you don’t have to handle him.”
“Huh, really?”
He thought she’d tell him to handle it professionally since it was work, but she passed over it surprisingly easily. When Jae-min sent a puzzled look, Cheol-hui clicked her tongue lightly.
“Sometimes there are people with peculiar personalities, so if it doesn’t feel right or something feels off, it’s better not to get involved.”
“Ah, right…”
“Besides, Jae-min, you’re the Director’s nephew, so if something happens it’ll be a headache. Don’t overdo it.”
At Cheol-hui’s honest answer, Jae-min smiled showing his white teeth.
“Then, I’ll ask someone else to handle Lee Dong-gyu.”
Feeling relieved, Jae-min made a gesture of putting his hands together before going straight into the staff changing room. After changing clothes, he could sense Hyun-woong outside talking with Cheol-hui. Jae-min sneakily approached the door and put his ear to it.
“Patient Kang Hyun-woong, was everything okay today too?”
“Yes, it was fine.”
“Did the massage therapist do well?”
It seemed to be a question Cheol-hui asked patients as a matter of duty. Hyun-woong’s voice permeated into Jae-min’s perked-up ears.
“Yes, he did well…”
The rough, low voice that matched his sturdy body sounded timidly small. As if shy.
Jae-min’s eyes widened and he froze, then slowly lowered his gaze as he felt a change in his body.
“…Am I really crazy?”
It was up again. At this point, it seemed like Kang Hyun-woong’s very existence had become his erection button. Jae-min wanted to ask his crotch if there was something wrong with his genitals.
Am I in heat for Kang Hyun-woong, or what?
He glared at it with his eyes full of a message. Then his cock twitched up and down. Nod nod. As if affirming.
“Haa…”
In despair, Jae-min just rested his forehead against the locker with a thunk.
Until his erection subsided, Jae-min couldn’t leave the changing room and stayed frozen for quite a while. He got off work late.
⁕⁕⁕
A few days later.
“Cheers first. Cheers!”
He met with his high school friends again after a long time. Jae-min raised his beer glass and clinked it against Yeong-gyu and Jin-su’s glasses. Clink, the sound rang out clearly. Everyone gulped down their beer. The ice-cold beer refreshingly wet their throats.
“Ah, refreshing! I feel alive.”
“Jae-min, why are you so expensive to get hold of these days? You don’t come out easily even when called. It’s been a while.”
While crunching on the basic snacks, Yeong-gyu and Jin-su glared at Jae-min. Jae-min also took a bite of crackers and picked up his beer glass again.
“I was a bit busy with my part-time job.”
He was going to school, faithfully going to the clinic for his part-time job since he was getting paid a lot, and busy meeting band members for performances. As a result, it was difficult both time-wise and physically to frequently respond to his high school friends’ calls. Plus, the neighborhood where he often met them was quite far from where he lived now. He inevitably ended up showing his face after a long time.
Jin-su, who had been observing Jae-min casually responding and taking a sip of beer, tossed out a question.
“These days, do you still get worked up over Kang Hyun-woong?”
Pfft. Jae-min immediately spat the beer that went down the wrong pipe straight onto the floor. Ack! Yeong-gyu was horrified and hid his clothes behind him. Wiping the alcohol flowing down his chin with the back of his hand, Jae-min looked up in bewilderment.
“What? What?”
Jae-min’s mind went blank. He wondered how Jin-su, whom he was meeting after a long time, could possibly know about his perverted recent situation of getting excited looking at Hyun-woong. But Jin-su just had a bland face.
“Why are you spitting out alcohol? No, when we met last time, you jumped at just the mention of him. You called him a muscle bear cub or something.”
“Ah… I did.”
Of course it wasn’t about that. Embarrassed by his overreaction to the word ‘excited,’ Jae-min grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth. Seeing the quiet Jae-min, his friends looked puzzled.
“Huh? You’ve calmed down? What’s this, aren’t you angry anymore?”
“Yeah, not really anymore.”
At his calm response, Yeong-gyu and Jin-su simultaneously gasped and covered their mouths with their hands, pretending to be surprised.
“Lim Jae-min must be getting old. He’s mellowed out.”
“Right. He was a pretty-faced psycho, but our Jae-min…”
As if reminiscing, looking at the distant mountains, the two toasted just between themselves and drank. Jae-min just made an annoyed expression but didn’t particularly add anything.
Their glasses were already empty. Yeong-gyu raised his hand and ordered three new beers.
“What did we talk about last time the three of us met?”
“You brought up that story and we were all horrified.”
“What story?”
“Don’t you remember? About how… milk comes out of men’s chests or something. You showed us the article saying there was one.”
At Jin-su’s question, Yeong-gyu lowered his voice and spoke in a whisper. At that, Jin-su slapped his knee.
“Ah! MLS? I was so interested in that I even looked up follow-up articles.”
At the loud voice, Yeong-gyu was horrified and put his finger to his lips, and tired Jae-min’s eyes lit up as he turned to look at Jin-su.
Jin-su had always been the type to dig into something until it was resolved once he got curious about it. He frequented internet wiki sites like it was his daily bread, looked up articles, and was good at scouring all kinds of SNS.
With hope that Jin-su might know information about MLS that even the clinic staff didn’t know, Jae-min opened his mouth.
“What, is there any new news?”
“Mm, I haven’t seen any big news like finding the cause or developing a treatment. But while searching, I found out there’s a community where MLS patients gather?”
“There’s a site like that?”
“People in similar situations would need a place to talk to each other, right? But maybe because it’s that kind of symptom that’s hard to openly discuss, it seems to be an extremely closed community. It’s hard to find the site address, and it’s even more difficult to join and view it. I couldn’t get in either, I just found out that something like that exists.”
“Really?”
“What? Were you secretly interested too? Last time you looked disgusted.”
At Jin-su’s words delivered with a chuckle, Jae-min scratched his cheek pretending to be bland.
