Wasn’t there something else besides favorability?
There was definitely one more thing. The methods the status window told him to obtain the penalty nullification right were two in total. One was when a specific individual’s favorability increased, and the other was related to the possessed body’s tendencies.
Because Jung Sanho’s favorability impact was so great, the other one had become hazy in his memory. Objectively, raising the other person’s favorability seemed like a much easier method. Just looking at Jung Sanho, his favorability had risen steadily just from Seungyeon breathing next to him.
So if he could somehow raise Yoon Taerim’s favorability, obtaining a penalty nullification right wouldn’t be a problem either. Even if he was going to cut ties, he should use what he could to the maximum before that.
Even though he was smiling like a fox, the status window saying Yoon Taerim’s favorability had risen hadn’t appeared even once so far. Even if he acted all sticky pretending to be lovers, it meant that ultimately there wasn’t even a shred of emotion contained within it. He was definitely not an easy opponent. He wasn’t, but he could still try, right?
Seungyeon’s eyes glinted like a jackal eyeing its prey. Now that the situation had turned this way, Yoon Taerim’s skinship didn’t feel entirely bad. If he thought of this as part of the process of spreading bait and putting in effort to catch fish, there was nothing he couldn’t endure. After pondering for a moment, Seungyeon carefully brought it up.
“Can I ask you something?”
At Seungyeon’s question, Yoon Taerim tilted his head.
“What kind of thing?”
“I was curious if you have an ideal type you like. Or preferences.”
Unlike the infinitely light topic, Seungyeon’s expression when spitting out those words was filled with determination like a general ordering an assault. Because of that gap, Yoon Taerim, who couldn’t understand the content at once, just blinked his eyes for a while.
He who had a dumbfounded face suddenly burst into laughter with a “Puhaha!” Yoon Taerim rested his head on Seungyeon’s chest and giggled for a while. While glaring at the shoulders shaking violently, Seungyeon reluctantly muttered.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing so much at that…”
He tried shrugging his shoulders to mean get off, but it was immovable. Yoon Taerim, who had been giggling for a while, finally raised his head. With eyes reddened, he shook his head.
“Ah, sorry. It was such an unexpected question… My preferences, well. What were my preferences?”
Yoon Taerim’s breath was felt directly on Seungyeon’s chest. While trying his best not to be conscious of it, he perked up his ears at the words that would follow. If he knew Yoon Taerim’s preferences, he could approach him in that direction as much as possible…
“I like people who are good at sex.”
“Fuck, really…”
Profanity burst out without him realizing it. It was his own fault for expecting anything from that crazy perverted bastard. While Seungyeon took deep breaths, Yoon Taerim laughed outright.
What kind of bastard is this?
Now just Yoon Taerim’s existence alone made him furious. Just looking at his face was unbearably irritating. If being able to draw out this much negative reaction was a talent, it was a talent.
Seungyeon clenched his trembling fist. Penalty or whatever, it seemed best to just finish this matter as quickly as possible and cut ties. But before that, couldn’t he just jab his solar plexus once with his elbow pretending it was a mistake? While pondering how to make it look like a mistake, Yoon Taerim tapped his cheek.
“I answered because you asked, and now you’re cursing. I didn’t think Baek Seungyeon-ssi was like that, but you’re really rude.”
Even while saying that, his expression itself was gentle. Regardless of Yoon Taerim’s reaction, Seungyeon’s mood sank even more.
“As if you’re one to talk.”
Being pointed out for rudeness by the king of rudeness—nothing could be more insulting than this. Since jabbing with an elbow would look too much like deliberately attacking, should he pretend to stroke him and pinch his back?
He resolved that favorability or whatever, he shouldn’t associate with that perverted bastard. Just as he was about to roughly push away Yoon Taerim’s hand rubbing his face, someone appeared at the entrance.
He felt the surrounding atmosphere change simultaneously with their appearance. Even the people who had been chatting in small groups looked at the entrance and threw out comments. The man called Ujin who had been wagging his tail at Yoon Taerim waved his hand with delight.
“Sanho! It’s really been a while!”
Leaving behind the fuss, Seungyeon briefly caught his breath. Yoon Taerim, who had been holding laughter, also changed his gaze. He nodded his head, signaling.
Right, it’s not like it wears out.
Seungyeon sat straddling on top of Yoon Taerim in a position facing him. In the slightly elevated view, Yoon Taerim’s smiling face was visible.
“When kissing, lift your head so the side profile shows well.”
Instead of answering, Seungyeon overlapped their lips first. When he bit down on the lower lip pretending to make a mistake, he felt Yoon Taerim flinch. Pleased with the small revenge for just a moment, he roughly grabbed the back of Seungyeon’s neck.
“Mmph…!”
It was such a rough kiss that tears welled up. Because he pressed on without even giving timing to breathe, a flustered Seungyeon pounded on his shoulder. Just when he felt like he’d really die, lips would barely separate then when he inhaled, the kiss continued again.
Because of the hand gripping his nape as if fixing it in place, there was nowhere to escape. While Seungyeon panted and moaned, Yoon Taerim’s slurred voice tickled his ear.
“You need to lift your head.”
At the threatening command, anger surged. However, he had neither the leisure nor ability to resist it. While barely receiving the tongue that roughly pressed in, Seungyeon lifted his head with difficulty.
His face reddened from lack of breath and moistly wet eyes glared at Yoon Taerim filled with resentment.
This isn’t a kiss, it’s torture pretending to be a kiss, you fucking bastard.
As expected of a perverted bastard, Yoon Taerim viciously interlocked their bodies and pressed Seungyeon. It would be a lie to say the tongue that seemed ready to thrust all the way to his throat wasn’t scary.
The fist gripping Yoon Taerim’s clothes turned white. When Seungyeon desperately pushed him away, the next moment an even stronger force pulled Seungyeon’s body.
Beast-like cold eyes stared directly at Seungyeon. The tears pooled at the corners of his eyes rolled down. At that moment, a status window appeared before Seungyeon’s eyes.
[A rise in a specific individual’s favorability has been confirmed! As a reward, a one-time penalty nullification right will be issued!]
Fucking bastard, perverted bastard, crazy bastard. Countless profanities welled up in his throat. For favorability to rise in the midst of this—he didn’t know who was promiscuous and vulgar.
Whether he misunderstood Seungyeon’s reaction of grinding his teeth somehow, Yoon Taerim smiled with his eyes and twisted his head.
The sticky kiss and the precarious sensation were no longer bearable. As if conscious of Seungyeon fidgeting to escape, Yoon Taerim slightly separated his mouth.
He gently stroked the back of Seungyeon’s head as he panted roughly. Along with the ticklish touch, Yoon Taerim’s breath touched his nape.
He felt a presence behind him. Yoon Taerim looked at the opposite side with a voice containing laughter and spoke affectionately.
“Hello, Sanho.”
Seungyeon’s shoulders flinched. As if soothing him, Yoon Taerim patted Seungyeon’s back. At that moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out from behind Seungyeon.
“Hyung, what are you doing in front of everyone? Do you have some kind of fetishism?”
“What am I doing? I’m just trying to show off my lover a bit. It’s good if a lot of people see, right?”
“My ears are rotting, really.”
Jung Sanho sighed as if everything was bothersome. Though there was irritation mixed in, at Jung Sanho’s reaction that seemed unbothered, Yoon Taerim loosened the strength in the hand holding Seungyeon. He pouted his lips and expressed dissatisfaction.
“You’re not even looking at me, what are you looking at so intently?”
“What else? I’m on my phone.”
At the continuing conversation, Seungyeon sneakily turned his head. As if Yoon Taerim doing whatever didn’t matter at all, Jung Sanho was just fiddling with his phone. He who had even driven away the man called Ujin who’d been hovering beside him clicked his tongue. Yet still, his gaze remained fixed on the phone.
Reading the mood of Yoon Taerim who had a deflated expression, Seungyeon sneakily fidgeted his body. Yoon Taerim didn’t particularly stop him from trying to stand up. It didn’t seem like they’d be biting and sucking in this atmosphere. But wouldn’t it also be a bit awkward to just stay embraced?
Jung Sanho didn’t seem particularly shocked by the current situation either. There was no need to step forward first and greet Jung Sanho here, right?
“Hyung kept bothering me to come, so I just stopped by. I’ll leave soo—”
The moment Jung Sanho raised his head, his eyes met Seungyeon’s head-on. Like someone struck by lightning, his eyes shook violently.
Jung Sanho looked back and forth between Seungyeon and Yoon Taerim stuck closely beside him. Not missing the expression distorted by shock, Yoon Taerim subtly fanned the flames.
“Right. We haven’t greeted yet. Sanho, say hello. This is the lover I’ve been seriously seeing lately, Baek Seungyeon-ssi.”
Yoon Taerim, who put emphasis on the word “lover,” caught Seungyeon’s waist. Drawing close, he kissed Seungyeon’s cheek as if to show off.
“Honey, say hello. This is my most cherished younger brother, Jung Sanho.”
