Taeju frowned slightly even as he said big hyung. The rigid and overbearing hyung was truly at the extreme opposite of compatibility with Taeju.
“That is, please speak well to aunt. Seokrim Electronics changed to aunt’s people. Last year.”
Taeju closed his eyes tightly as if he’d asked but only heard something he didn’t want to hear. He suddenly felt the gap between Seok Iseo and himself. It was the twisted, unpleasant feeling he’d felt when first coming to this house.
No matter how much Iseo cried and spilled his pussy juices, in the end he was the son of SL Global. This time Taeju tapped on the table. Each time his closely trimmed nails struck the tabletop, a clear sound rang out.
“Well, since hyung said it, he’ll do something.”
Taeju leaned back leisurely again. The sense of rhythm that filled the space between them also relaxed leisurely.
“Hey, don’t talk like that. You came all the way here to solve this too.”
This time Taeju rotated his neck once, showing that he’d heard something he didn’t want to hear again.
“Go ahead and act like that in front of big hyung too.”
“I’ve always acted this way, so don’t worry about that.”
“Hey, is that what I mean?!”
When Muju raised his voice, Taeju immediately pushed his chair roughly and surged up from his seat. Just as Yeon Muju said, he came here to beg. Even when he first saw Seok Iseo’s pussy, he’d decided to suck him dry to the marrow.
Putting a price on fucking was also half joking, half serious. He was curious how much he would give.
But he’d become more immersed in sex with him than expected. Even today, he’d tried to just have some fun before hyung came, but he’d arbitrarily pushed into his asshole. Moreover, when he smiled while looking at Yeon Muju’s face, blood suddenly rushed to his head.
Taeju didn’t attach reasons to explosive, sporadic anger. He just acted as he wanted. It was others who attached reasons and names to it. Taeju just did whatever he felt like according to his mood and atmosphere at the time.
“Leave now. And don’t ever come again.”
“Shit, ah, fine. What’s the point of saying anything to you.”
Muju, who sighed deeply as if the whole world had collapsed, left the villa without a send-off. Taeju looked once more at where hyung had disappeared and went up to the second floor.
* * *
Guests came to the villa one after another. Iseo quietly thought about Yeon Taeju in the darkness familiar like his hometown. At first, he didn’t think about Yeon Taeju.
He thought about the strangers who barged into the villa without notice. The thoughts that continued from Gwak Hyeonju and Yeon Muju naturally led to Taeju. What would it have been like if he didn’t have Taeju?
Iseo would have been completely alienated from the world. Either way, he was the string connecting himself to the world. Whether he knew it or not, whether he wanted it or not.
It was when he was 16 that he came to see Taeju as a sexual object. Until then it was just admiration. He was the only cousin who spoke to him when he was isolated among family members.
He didn’t know if he remembered, but 14-year-old Taeju had been left at Iseo’s house. Precisely, he’d been left with his grandparents. Because the whole family was going overseas for Muju’s college entrance exams.
Although it was the same house, the grandparents’ house and Iseo’s house were completely independent annexes. Iseo, who woke up early in the morning, was captivated just by seeing Taeju in his school uniform.
He couldn’t believe this was the younger brother he’d been seeing all along. He’d smiled at him wearing a purple knit vest over a dazzlingly white shirt.
‘Aren’t you going to school?’
Thinking about it, he was as indifferent then as he is now. He must have known about the homeschooling but asked like that anyway.
‘I’m not going.’
Iseo became dejected. Yet he followed Taeju crossing the garden. He wanted to be with him even a little longer. He’d been a special existence to Iseo from before. The only person who didn’t ask about his illness or mother.
Iseo walked half a step behind Taeju. Taeju glanced back once more at Iseo following him. Then he turned his body completely toward Iseo and looked at him.
‘Hyung, are you wearing makeup?’
Iseo’s eyes widened in surprise. Back then, Taeju and Iseo’s eye level was similar. Taeju was slightly taller though. He didn’t need to tilt his chin up sharply like now.
‘What?’
Iseo raised his voice in surprise. Then Taeju laughed, shaking his shoulders lightly. Then he stepped close and pressed Iseo’s lips with his thumb.
His breath stopped. His ear canals rang blankly and all the blood vessels in his body expanded, making blood circulate rapidly. It felt like not blood but balls of fire crossing through his entire body. The pressed lips, the muscles at the corners of his mouth, his eyelids, all the thin skin membranes trembled.
Yeon Taeju smiling at him and crushing his lips left what seemed like an eternal mark on Iseo’s tender heart. That memory was like a first kiss memory to Iseo. He’d realized his feelings for Yeon Taeju.
‘You’re not wearing any?’
Taeju, who had no idea what turmoil he’d left behind, smiled mischievously. He rubbed his thumb with his index finger as if examining it. Only then did Iseo come to his senses. The stopped breath burst out and his trembling body moved properly.
‘I’m not wearing any.’
Taeju’s youthful smile, the unripened fingers that had pressed his lips, the subtle body scent transmitted on the faint wind.
Taeju, who’d lifted up another’s emotions with his fingertips, alone remained nonchalant.
‘I think you’re prettier than girls.’
Taeju said that while smiling so his white teeth were all visible. At those words, Iseo hurriedly swept away the gaze that had been blankly looking at Taeju.
He buried his head toward the ground. Taeju didn’t care and turned his back to continue on his way. Only Iseo remained there, counting his heartbeat that wouldn’t subside.
His first heat came then. In Iseo’s dreams, Taeju kept whispering to Iseo. That he was pretty, prettier than women, that he thought he was wearing makeup. At those whispered sounds, Iseo suffered all night from excitement like a high fever.
He’d already realized early on that his body was different from others and that he had to hide it.
Iseo hid his heat too. It was difficult to tell even his mother. Actually, the biggest reason he wanted to hide it was also because the object of his heat was his cousin.
She belatedly learned about her son’s ovulation and searched the entire world for specialists who treated diseases like Iseo’s.
In an operation reminiscent of espionage, she boarded a flight to Minneapolis with the disease name kept secret.
He didn’t receive any special prescription there. He only heard that it was a genetic mutation.
For example, a female body might not have female genitalia. Likewise, a male body might not produce sperm. Just like that, Iseo’s body simply had both female and male genitalia at the same time.
Iseo familiarly opened the side table drawer. His fingertips trembled, unable to calm from excitement. Sedatives and sleeping pills were lined up there side by side.
The dosage had reached its limit and now reached the point of straining his body. Recently, when he took sleeping pills and fell asleep, sleepwalking symptoms seemed to occur together. They said it was a side effect. It made sense. Since age 16, he’d been taking them continuously while going through heat.
Iseo swallowed dry saliva. Hot saliva slid down, thickly sweeping his heated throat. Iseo looked at them anxiously while holding his panting breath.
Could he fall asleep if he took them? Would he be comfortable? His bottom throbbed. Usually he didn’t even have this kind of worry. Because there were no options. The excitement was too overwhelming to endure alone.
Iseo looked toward the door. He looked at that spot for a long time as if he could see Yeon Taeju’s room beyond it.
Iseo swallowed dry saliva once more. Saliva thick like tar. Taeju’s member came to mind and the sensation of it rubbing below naturally came to mind.
“Why, only when I need…”
Iseo squeezed his eyes shut then opened them. In one word, that was his true feelings. Why didn’t he look in when he really needed it, when he’d been leeching off him well until now? When he’d even woken someone sleeping well and attached himself from behind before!
Thinking of Taeju made his body heat up even faster. Iseo raised his lying body while the side table drawer was still left open.
His own panting breath seemed to circle once around his head and ring in his ears. Alone in the middle of silence, his body heated up and became anxious. The twisting lower abdomen and throbbing excitement were familiar, but another’s body heat close enough to touch was unfamiliar.
What if he opened Yeon Taeju’s door now? He would be sleeping. What if he fondled his groin like Yeon Taeju had done? Iseo unconsciously flushed his face even redder at that sense of immorality. He barely sat on the edge of the bed.
Iseo’s head was filled with the sleeping Yeon Taeju, Yeon Taeju stripped naked by him, Yeon Taeju getting erect in his sleep.
Could he do it? Iseo’s member was already swollen and dripping precum. His pussy was no different. Even his asshole trained by Yeon Taeju fluttered. He wanted to press down on the spot inside that shot down pleasure with intensity.
His sweat-soaked clothes clung to his body. Iseo felt even that sensitively. The wrinkles of the clothes constricting like bonds felt like Yeon Taeju’s strong touch.
Iseo rested his elbows on his knees and thrust both hands between his hair. His waist bent and his damp hair tangled between his fingers.
His thighs ached. It felt like semen would burst out with just a fingertip touching his erect member now.
Iseo slowly took off his sweat-soaked shirt. Like the outer shell left behind after molting, clothes fell messily on the floor. He took off his pants and underwear all at once. Love fluid slowly flowed down the inside of his thighs.
Iseo opened the door himself like before and walked down the silent, empty corridor. The difference between then and now was whether it was unconscious or conscious. Iseo anxiously traced the fragmentary memories of that time that came to mind dimly.
His heart vibrated in the aching darkness. It was like the vibration of a bass ringing low and fast.
