“Ah, no, I can’t…!”
At that, the man let out a scoff, as if utterly dumbfounded. It sounded like both a sneer and a sigh of disbelief. That ambiguity made his mind grow even hazier.
“Yet down below, water’s flowing like a stream. Just like a fish that’s laid caviar.”
When was it that he looked ready to melt? Now, facing the main dish. Those large eyes held a mixture of fear and wariness.
How should I cook and devour this? The man looked down at Lee Woonghee.
This ankle gripped in his hand. It naturally brought to mind the swan’s nape he’d once held.
The man felt a strange sexiness in anything slender and delicate. Something beautiful and mature. But if he poured out all his eager feelings and crushed it with his might, it would simply break.
Like that swan that had killed itself.
Ah, he sighed softly. Wouldn’t that be far too great a loss? The man was a businessman to his bones. Every moment, he coldly calculated numbers and probabilities, costs and profits, risks and returns. There was absolutely no room for animal instinct to rush ahead and ruin his plans.
So he mustn’t be swept away by desire and make a reckless move. That would mean failure and ruin. All his countless experiences and failures had made him even sharper.
‘I can’t carelessly grab and then lose it.’
If things went wrong and became twisted, he’d end up losing everything.
Then what should he do?
This body that offered such pleasure from merely rubbing his cock against its ass—if he opened that hole and entered, his brain would boil with new pleasure…
If he squeezed that slender nape, what kind of breath would Lee Woonghee let out? The filthy fantasy alone made saliva pool in his mouth.
If he forced himself in and swallowed him up like this, Lee Woonghee would surely succumb to pleasure. No matter how strong his will, his origins were omega. If thoroughly marinated in pleasure, he’d eventually crumble.
Because omegas were the sort who, when gripped hard in one’s fist, eventually turned into mush like rotten fruit.
But one question arose.
Would that slippery, formless thing really still be Lee Woonghee? If it were just a one-time thing, consuming him that way wouldn’t be bad. That way would be far more efficient.
However.
“Want to make a bet with me?”
The man was starting to like this quite a bit.
Rather than obtaining it right now, he decided to step back for future enjoyment. There was no need to be impatient. He would let it mature to enjoy this taste longer and deeper. Like wine made from an expensive vineyard.
“A bet…?”
Lee Woonghee slowly lifted his eyes. Those were such eyes. Could I really beat you at such a thing?
The pupils holding moist moisture were pitiful, just like those of an abandoned puppy. Eyes that had lost their way, as if they’d lost their mother.
Indeed, he resembled the swan he’d raised as a child. To have this in his hands again. He wanted to put a collar on it right away. The man’s fingers twitched.
No, he wanted to drive a nail into those protruding shoulder blades on that white skin and spread the wings wide to stuff and mount it.
“How could I do such a thing with you?”
The man had also been caught in the rain, so his shirt was clinging to his body. Following his languid movements, his back muscles rippled thickly like the leg muscles of a sluggish black panther.
“Why not? Should I propose it first? That you’ll be the one to jump at me first.”
He was asserting it quite firmly. That the situation would definitely flow that way.
“N-no, that won’t happen…”
Woonghee shook his head.
“We’ll see.”
His lips whispered ominously in the darkness, as if luring someone. His voice was soft but merciless.
“I tend to get what I want.”
I told you, didn’t I? I tend to get what I want.
The man twisted one corner of his mouth into a deep smile. Baseness was etched into the mouth that split and rose long. As if he knew goosebumps had risen on Woonghee’s nape. He knew exactly how much Woonghee was trembling right now.
“Don’t open the door for anyone who knocks, no matter who.”
Hm? He rumbled heavily in his throat.
“Including me.”
“……”
Woonghee-ssi, and me too. It’s going to be hard from now on, so get some good sleep. As the man’s large body stood up, Woonghee quickly pulled his soaked body back.
“It’s going to be a long night.”
He drawled. The door closed over those snake-like eyes staring at him. Swoooosh, even the sound of the rain pouring down as if punishing this island hid behind the door.
Finally, he was gone. That presence that had been suffocating him had finally disappeared from before his eyes.
“Haah…”
Only then did Woonghee let out a huge breath. When that man is around, I can’t even breathe properly once. Haah, haah. His narrow chest rose and fell rapidly as it desperately gulped in breath and inhaled again.
Woonghee hurriedly stripped off the raincoat. He quickly scrubbed away the traces of the man splattered here and there on his body. He threw it in a heap in one corner, but the man’s scent still seemed to be pooled there.
Shiver, shiver, Woonghee’s waist trembled finely at the lingering sensation of pleasure he’d felt for the first time.
Then plop, when a raindrop fell from the tip of his hair, he shook his shoulders with a flutter. It felt exactly like waking from a terrible nightmare.
He pulled the rug placed to one side into his arms. Soft fur wrapped around his hands.
As the warm sensation was transmitted, he felt like crying for no reason. Woonghee bit down hard on the soft flesh inside his cheek. He rubbed his back against the door. He put strength into his spine and pressed firmly to block it. So that no one could enter through this door. Paeng Hana’s voice flowed through his mind like a train.
‘This is a really fucking annoying story, but I always sleep leaning against the door, you know?’
…If I even hear the wind, I get scared. If I hear animals crying, I get frightened for no reason.
With his back firmly blocking the door, he pulled the machete into his embrace. As if it were his lifeline. Feverish breaths scattered from his slightly parted lips. Hot flushed heat rose from his cheeks, and hot body scent rose from his nose. Outside, the rain poured down.
He was terribly exhausted.
Woonghee curled his body up like a fist. The rug softly wrapped around his cold ass, and as the man’s shirt clung to his skin, the temperature of his skin began to slowly rise.
He pressed his fists firmly against his flushed cheeks. Whoooong, when the blowing wind pushed against his back, he pushed back firmly once more.
“……”
Too much had happened.
His heart beat busily, his breaths kept growing shorter. Both cheeks were hot as if burned by fever, and his body reacted first, getting excited for no reason. A feeling of excitement when he wasn’t even excited, as if emotions would burst out of his skin, his whole body was heating up red.
The man’s image kept coming to mind. That massive body, the ribcage breathing out rough breaths with heavy sounds, even the solid thighs where muscles swelled large then deflated again…
Wasn’t it vivid before his eyes as if tattooed into them?
Moreover, that man’s pheromones were spread throughout this room like a thick fog… It was extremely agonizing.
“Haah…”
The day had been precarious. Days spent trembling like squeezing his heart with his fist while trapped in the cave. The feeling that what was going to burst had burst was very strong.
Those footprints stamped in front of the cave must have been Director Hwang’s, right…? Had he been targeting me for several days like that? That bastard…
Now that he was left alone like this, it finally felt real. His body, which had been so tense, relaxed, and Woonghee scratched down the back of his hand.
“Haah…”
Was dawn coming outside? His eyelids were terribly heavy. His whole body was sluggish. Well, it made sense.
He’d been caught in the rain, cried his heart out for the first time in a while, and that thing—semen—had come out of his body too.
‘It’s going to be hard from now on, so get some good sleep.’
The last words the man left behind seemed to press down on his brain firmly like a demon.
Right, from now on, even if he just opened his eyes tomorrow, there would be more painful things. Then how about closing his eyes just for today?
The thoughts that rose were still hot and sharp, but as if covering them with a thin cloth, he quietly closed his eyelids.
