Geum-gang’s gaze, which had been meeting his eyes for a while, went down toward Hui-myeong’s stomach. His flat stomach was a mess with the semen Hui-myeong had just released.
“Ha, you come fucking well from behind too.”
After roughly wiping Hui-myeong’s body with tissues, Geum-gang got out of the car without lingering. It would seem strange, wouldn’t it? Men are beings who mainly ejaculate only when their penis is stimulated, yet how vulgar must it look to climax just from having his hole poked? But this was precisely the result of 10 years spent with Do-ha. A being who got aroused easily, ejaculated easily, and pleased his partner. That was Jung Hui-myeong.
“Heu, euheu…”
Left alone in the car, Hui-myeong caught his breath with difficulty. Even while going out, Geum-gang covered Hui-myeong’s exposed lower body with his jacket as if showing mercy.
The afterglow like being electrocuted didn’t fade even after a long time. His mind was completely blank. When was the last time he’d had such intense sex? Of course, he always tasted extreme pleasure in sex with Do-ha too, but the sensation that unfamiliarity gave was on a different dimension.
Then Hui-myeong felt ashamed of himself for finding pleasure even in the midst of being violated.
‘What can I do? This is how my body was developed.’
Hui-myeong curled up his body while lying on his side, using both hands folded as a pillow. Do-ha had persistently developed him to respond only to him, but he probably didn’t know it would be used like this. Hui-myeong felt like he’d gotten a small revenge on Do-ha.
While he lay in a daze in the back seat, Geum-gang leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.
Geum-gang’s silhouette visible through the window felt unfamiliar. If it were the old Geum-gang, he wouldn’t have had their first sexual encounter in this way at least. He didn’t know how his relationships with women were, but back then Geum-gang was pure enough to be careful even with kisses.
It was bitter but he had to acknowledge it. Both Jung Hui-myeong and Geum-gang had changed. As he’d said, Hui-myeong had worn down so much he couldn’t live without a man, and Geum-gang had become a rough and coercive gangster.
Setting aside how pathetic he was, what was this feeling of not disliking this sex that was only coercive? Had he simply become a whore who panted saying everything was good no matter who the partner was, no matter what kind of sex, because his body was heated every day now?
‘I can’t lie here forever.’
Hui-myeong struggled to raise his body, fumbled to put on his clothes, and opened the car door. Perhaps because it was an open area, the night breeze was cold. The moment he stepped outside, just as he staggered and was about to collapse, Geum-gang grabbed his arm.
“You’re weak. Your legs gave out from just this much.”
“Give me a cigarette too.”
At Hui-myeong’s request, Geum-gang stuck the cigarette he was smoking in his mouth and took out a new cigarette to smoke. Perhaps because deep grooves remained on the filter, even a small inhale sent harsh smoke deep into his lungs. In the end, Hui-myeong expelled the smoke without properly swallowing it.
“You smoke cigarettes so fucking deliciously.”
Geum-gang sneered while watching Hui-myeong clumsily smoke.
“Hyung’s is too strong.”
“Did you think cigarettes would be like cotton candy?”
He giggled by himself while holding the cigarette in his mouth. It would be natural to feel hurt that he pushed him like that without even a word asking if he was okay, but Hui-myeong rather preferred this. Why would he coddle, soothe, and worry as if they’d done something so great?
‘A cigarette after sex.’
It was such a cliché combination, but he’d never done it before. Do-ha didn’t smoke, plus he detested indoor smoking.
He also had the feeling of wanting to ruin himself more while he was already ruined. Since Geum-gang was right beside him, he wasn’t scared of anything.
“Hyung’s cock is really big. It almost tore.”
Hui-myeong deliberately spat out strong words to provoke him. He hoped it would hurt him even a little, but Geum-gang had no particular reaction.
After grinding out the shortened cigarette with his foot, Geum-gang held out his hand instead of speaking.
“Give me your phone.”
“I didn’t bring my phone.”
Hui-myeong answered in a dry voice while puffing cigarette smoke. Since Do-ha had GPS tracking installed, he always left his phone behind when going out alone.
At Hui-myeong’s response, Geum-gang took out a pen from his chest as if it were no big deal. He pulled over Hui-myeong’s idle palm and wrote something without hesitation. It was a phone number.
“Contact me when your cock’s horny.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he got into the driver’s seat.
‘When my cock’s horny…’
While Hui-myeong was only looking at his palm blurred with cigarette smoke, Geum-gang rolled down the window and shouted.
“If you’re not walking home, get in quick.”
“Eung.”
Only then did Hui-myeong put out his cigarette and got into the passenger seat.
Unlike when they came, the road back home was wide open. While Geum-gang drove, Hui-myeong didn’t say anything. Though he occasionally glanced to check his condition, Geum-gang also didn’t add any words.
He pretended to be fine, but he had no strength in his body at all. Because he’d been pounded with tremendous intensity in the cramped space, not only his lower body but everywhere ached. The words about almost tearing weren’t a lie. After being had like that until morning and then taking that thing, it was miraculous he hadn’t bled.
‘What should I do now?’
He thought he understood why he suddenly acted like a scoundrel. It was a ploy to push him away, telling him not to cling. He didn’t think he’d become the savior of his vulgar life. Who would want to save a man who walked around with kiss marks all over his body?
But Hui-myeong didn’t want to miss the opportunity. He’d be satisfied if he could just continue the connection. If Do-ha let go of his hand, he wanted to leave at least one person who’d buy him a bowl of jajangmyeon in his life that would be left alone in the world. It would be fortunate if he could receive greater help, but there was no reason for Geum-gang to do that. Geum-gang wouldn’t be foolish enough to long for a young man he’d once found slightly pretty for 10 years.
“Get out.”
When the car stopped in front of the Triple Palace entrance, Geum-gang issued an eviction order as if his business was done. But Hui-myeong held out his palm with his head held high.
“Give me money.”
“What?”
Geum-gang asked while looking at the palm that approached him.
“I said give me money. Did you think you’d do it for free?”
Hui-myeong boldly thrust the palm with the phone number written on it all the way to his chest. This time, Geum-gang burst into a truly incredulous hollow laugh.
“Ha, fuck. Were you thinking of selling your body to me even while doing that?”
“I wasn’t, but I should at least get money. So hand it over.”
“Jung Hui-myeong’s become fucking interesting since I last saw him.”
Because Hui-myeong’s attitude was so confident, he shook his head and took out his wallet from his pocket. The deed was done, and it seemed he too thought it was easier to resolve with money rather than emotions.
“How much does it cost to fuck you?”
Geum-gang asked while alternating glances between his wallet and Hui-myeong.
“Five hundred.”
Though Hui-myeong confidently spat out the number, he actually didn’t know how much he should receive either.
“Fuck. If it was five hundred, I wouldn’t have fucked you.”
“Then fifty.”
“Ha, this house has generous hospitality. Hey, I don’t know how many sheets it is, but take them.”
He roughly pulled out a bundle of 50,000 won bills from his wallet and placed them in Hui-myeong’s hand. As soon as he saw the pile of yellow bills, color returned to Hui-myeong’s face.
“Bummed jajangmyeon, bummed cigarettes, now even money. At this rate if I hold on any longer, you’ll even strip my underwear off me. I have nothing more to give, so get out quick.”
“Thanks, hyung. Drive safely.”
Hui-myeong smiled brightly, hugged the bag, and got out of the car. As soon as he closed the door, Geum-gang disappeared with a whoosh as if he’d been waiting.
“You could watch me go in.”
Hui-myeong muttered alone while watching the back of the disappearing car. It was funny to expect, but it felt lonely that he left without warmth.
Limping his weary body, Hui-myeong came up to the house, roughly threw down the bag, and headed to the bathroom. Because he’d ejaculated without a condom in the cramped car, his bottom felt heavy.
While slowly taking off his clothes, he suddenly stood in front of the mirror. Hui-myeong turned his head this way and that while examining his body.
‘Is this fortunate?’
Geum-gang’s traces overlaid the kiss marks Do-ha had maliciously made. He’d deliberately sucked only where the kiss marks had been. Rather than consideration, it was closer to humiliation. It was to remind him that he was someone fucked by two guys in one night.
‘What is this?’
