When he pointed with his chin at the two toad-like men, the corner of Director Park’s eye twitched again.
“They’re employees.”
“Seokrim Scholarship Foundation secretariat employees?”
Taeju snorted. Snorting with an angry face is the last bit of pride.
He’s not confident about taking on three. No matter how viciously he flies and crawls, if his limbs are each caught by the toads, it’ll be hard to do anything. Surprisingly, Taeju had clear self-objectification.
“You don’t need to know that much.”
“Did hyung order this too? To guard the door?”
“You don’t need to know that either.”
“You’re fucking free, aren’t you?”
“Why, try telling the chairman again that we’re free.”
“Fuck, do you think I’m that free?”
He burst out in anger and slammed his room door shut hard enough to break it. He was definitely going to have to wait until tomorrow evening.
Wanting to at least cool down the heat that had surged up, he entered the bathroom and his face was worth seeing. While climbing the hill, sweat had flowed so his bangs were all wet, and his face was red from anger. Taeju stripped off his clothes.
What kind of face did Seok Iseo make when he heard that he’d found out about his pussy? He should have been the one to say it.
Hyung, do you have a cunt?
He was going to ask as vulgarly and crudely as possible. While watching right before his eyes that well-behaved and chaste face heat up red and those eyelashes move busily.
Taeju’s hand naturally went down between his legs. The cockhead that naturally started getting erect while thinking of his cousin hyung swelled in volume.
Taeju entered the shower booth and immediately turned on the cold water. It was chilling enough to make his lower back jolt up. Both the cold water and Seok Iseo.
The gaping vaginal entrance naturally came to mind. Along with the sensation of muscles stretching to receive and swallow his finger.
When his thoughts reached that far, the cock that had been twitching on its own stuck firmly to his lower abdomen and rose up.
“Tss, haah…”
Taeju ultimately couldn’t hold back and stroked up the shaft. The hot cock shaft was caught in his chilled fingertips.
Like the temperature difference between hot and cold, the inside of Taeju’s head also went back and forth between hot and cold baths.
His bulky pectoral muscles swelled and deflated rapidly. To the point where he couldn’t feel the pouring water, Taeju immersed himself in the masturbation he was doing now.
He closed his eyes slightly and imagined Seok Iseo. Seok Iseo, who had climbed onto the bed while he was asleep, spreads his own legs open. Soaking his thighs with fluids, saying his lower parts hurt.
“Haa…”
The muscles in his thighs split apart. When he rubbed between the glans forcefully with his thumb, his buttock muscles clenched tight and a moan burst out.
Seok Iseo lowering his own hips catches the cockhead with his pussy hole. Goosebumps like millet grains rise over his shoulders.
Inside would be wet, tight, and hot. When Taeju recalled even the sensation of the finger he’d inserted today, he came absurdly fast.
“Fuck, goddamn…”
As he spilled his semen, a dizzying chill washed over him. At the same time, self-loathing and anger surged.
Along with the semen that washed away without a trace in the water, Taeju quickly finished his shower.
See you tomorrow evening? Rather than looking forward to what Seok Iseo would say tomorrow evening, rage boiled up. His teeth ground so hard his jaw felt like it would dislocate, having to cater to his hyung’s sensitive mood during his period.
**02**
“Go.”
A pink disc flew diagonally up from the left. Taeju fired with almost no wavering.
Bang!
The gunshot rang across the wide grounds and mansion. He had no idea how many shots he’d fired.
“Go.”
The disc flew up again and this time too, Taeju finished aiming with just a slight twist of his waist and pulled the trigger.
His shoulder pressed against the buttstock vibrated. He lowered the muzzle and turned the lever. Instantly the gun broke open and the cartridge flew backward.
Taeju stretched his right shoulder in a circle once. Dozens of cartridges were piled near where they’d flown.
He’d only been shooting since breakfast. He could barely smell the gunpowder anymore.
“You’ll hurt yourself if you overdo it all at once.”
Mr. Park, who was near Taeju to launch the discs, spoke up slightly. It was because Taeju had just taken off his earmuffs and was doing neck exercises.
“Is hyung good at this? He doesn’t look like he’d be any good.”
While pointing the muzzle at the ground and loading two live rounds again, Taeju glanced at him.
“He used to do it a bit, but not lately.”
“These days he just paints?”
Taeju didn’t listen to his answer and put on his earmuffs again.
“Go.”
The disc cut through the air with a whooshing sound. His shoulder trembled slightly when he pulled the trigger. Still, he must have hit at least the edge of the disc as the pigeon shattered and fell in pieces.
After twisting his shoulder slightly and returning it to normal, Taeju aimed the muzzle at the air.
“He’s skilled at so many things.”
The words he vaguely heard were funny, so he dropped the muzzle he’d aimed at the air to the ground. He completely removed the earmuffs and hung them around his neck, then turned toward Mr. Park.
“Skilled at many things?”
“Yes, various instruments, studying, he knows how to do so many things that he doesn’t do things like this for very long.”
Skilled at many things, my ass. He’s holed up in a villa to hide the fact he has a pussy. And his sex drive is so strong it interferes with daily life.
Mocking Mr. Park’s words defending his young master, Taeju twisted the lever.
“Let’s stop here.”
As the gun broke open, another cartridge popped out. Walking into the workshop with the gun over his shoulder, Taeju snickered.
How pitiful must Seok Iseo seem to that person? A rich kid with many talents and intelligence, but unable to have a social life because of an unfortunate incurable disease.
“Equally pitiful.”
A rich kid who’s male but has a pussy and can’t have a social life.
He hung the gun back in its original place. He organized the live rounds and earmuffs in the drawer.
Time wasn’t passing at all. Seok Iseo hadn’t come out of his room, not even eating, and no one went in. The toad-like bastards were still guarding the door.
Just what time in the evening did “evening” mean? Taeju heard the call that dinner was ready and went to the dining room.
As expected, there was only one set of utensils. He roughly shoveled rice and soup into his mouth. Waiting didn’t suit his temperament. He’d made him wait, so he’d made him wait.
After grumbling Taeju cleaned his plate, and the ajumma and Mr. Park went home to the annex. Silence filled the house. Along with the silence, grayish darkness also hung.
Taeju had no intention of going up to the second floor and stared at the window where the horizon had disappeared. The black sea and black sky connected as one into a massive darkness.
At some point Director Park had disappeared from view. He must know that Taeju would wait. Of course, the two toads were still in front of the door like gatekeepers.
Taeju didn’t even want to talk to them.
The moment he thought he was sitting on the U-shaped sofa, it seemed he’d dozed off.
When he woke from dozing without much tension, Seok Iseo was in front of him. Taeju blinked slowly. He roused his mind that had sunk into drowsiness.
After blinking a couple times, he twisted his head left and right. His neck was stiff from sleeping while sitting. This time it was his shoulders. They were quite heavily stiff from the shooting he’d done during the day.
“Done?”
When he finished stretching, moving his shoulders in appropriate circles, Seok Iseo asked. He was absurdly calm and annoyingly relaxed.
Taeju rested his elbows on his knees and stuck out his face. Seok Iseo stood waiting with the tea table between them.
“I want to ask. Are you done menstruating?”
Taeju’s lips curved up more sharply than a crescent moon.
His eyes blazed but his mouth smiled. It was the face Taeju made when he was in a bad mood.
Seok Iseo’s jaw jutted out firmly. Watching him grind his teeth while clenching his jaw, Taeju’s lower belly squirmed.
Seok Iseo slowly crossed his arms. Even though they were across from each other, the distance was wide. The gap between a sitting person and a standing person made it feel even more distant.
“I guess you heard everything from the doctor.”
He couldn’t tell Seok Iseo’s complexion. The interior was overall filled with vermilion light. Since there was no bright light, only dim lighting illuminating the interior, his face also took on a vermilion tint like a shiny orange.
