There it was again, his nasty habit.
Jeong Taeui couldn't remember when this habit started, but when he was aroused and excited,
Ilay would stare intently at Jeong Taeui's expressions until he was overwhelmed by the
intense stimulation from Ilay. Sometimes, Ilay would even stimulate him until he climaxed,
then block his penis so he couldn't ejaculate.
When Jeong Taeui was trembling and didn't know what to do, Ilay would narrow his eyes
and stare at his face for a long time. It seemed that Ilay really enjoyed those moments. But
Jeong Taeui thought those eyes were perhaps the most cruel in the world.
Currently, he was only stimulating him through his clothes, and Jeong Taeui's mind was
distracted by the surroundings, so it hadn't reached the point where he couldn't bear it and
resulted in extreme embarrassment and anguish he would remember later. However, he
couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as Ilay kept staring at his extremely excited face.
"Stop looking..."
"Why can't I look at what's mine?" - Ilay responded, pulling Jeong Taeui's hand away from
his face when he tried to cover it and biting his cheek lightly.
"Ilay, please, um...—"
"Ggo back to Berlin" - Ilay whispered into his ear as Jeong Taeui was about to raise his hand
again.
At that moment, Jeong Taeui could only close his mouth and look at him.
Ilay looked at Jeong Taeui's flushed face with satisfaction, but there was still a hint of
coldness.
Suddenly, a question, similar to the discomfort he had felt for so long, surfaced in his mind.
Unlike usual, this time Ilay was insisting that he stay home. Recalling the first time they met
here, the cold face behind his invisible surprise came to mind.
...Based on just those points, the simplest conclusion could be that Ilay had quietly set up
another home here... Damn. He wanted to think more thoroughly, but the hands below kept
distracting him...
Jeong Taeui irritably looked at his pale hands that were continuously massaging his gradually
rising erection. He tried hard to raise his head and shake off the thought that Ilay had already
set up another home here.... However, it was really difficult to organize his thoughts when his body was being
tormented.
"It's not about Berlin or Dresden, right?"
That was all Jeong Taeui could ask between his heavy breaths.
Then suddenly.
The hand massaging Jeong Taeui's lower body paused for a moment.
The lips that had been licking his cheek, the face that had been close to his nose, now were
just an inch away.
Facing that expressionless face, Jeong Taeui could only blink and look at him.
"...Uh...?!"
A question flashed through his mind.
"Good feelings aren't always good..."
Jeong Taeui vaguely heard him whisper as if talking to himself.
At the same time.
"...Ah!"
The hand gripping his lower body suddenly exerted more force. His fingers precisely hit the
spot under his penis and kept rubbing. That was the most sensitive area of his body. It felt
like all his senses became clearer as they rubbed through the fabric.
"Wait a minute, wait, wai-...!"
Jeong Taeui couldn't speak because of the intense friction causing pain.
His lower body was hard and bulging through his pants. The large hand on his groin could
feel the wetness starting at the tip.
He didn't even have time to worry about the discomfort of his wet underwear.
Ilay bit his lip hard while sucking Jeong Taeui's tongue, and at that moment, Jeong Taeui
climaxed.
"...! ...!!"
Once, twice, holding the trembling Jeong Taeui in his arms, Ilay whispered something to him.
His voice was too quiet.
In that moment of climax, Jeong Taeui couldn't understand the words."But... since we've already met here, I'd feel bad sending you back now. Anyway, it's only a
month."
Jeong Taeui looked at his lips moving in front of him with bewildered eyes. It seemed like he
had said something important that he should have listened to carefully, but he couldn't hear it.
Jeong Taeui was lost for a moment in the exhaustion that followed his climax. He suddenly
spoke unconsciously.
"Aren't you going to do it?"
Only after those words left his mouth did he realize.
Oh no. His heart chilled for a moment.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. It's bad enough he did something inappropriate on someone
else's bed - even though the owner was right next to him - and now he had said something
stupid?
No, that's not it. It's just that doing it here is a bit weird, that's all he meant. Ilay, looking
down at Jeong Taeui's flustered state after saying that, smirked and got off him. Jeong Taeui
watched in embarrassment as Ilay walked to the window and looked outside as if sensing
something.
What's wrong with this guy... Jeong Taeui looked at him with suspicion, but soon heard the
sound of a car pulling into the yard. The headlights shone through the window.
For a moment, he wondered who could be arriving so late at night and then remembered the
car. Thinking back, it was time for Richard to return from the hospital.
Ilay stood by the window, silently watching outside. He was tapping lightly on the window.
Jeong Taeui knew that even if he tried talking now, he might not get a response.
The car's sound faded, and Ilay watched it until it was completely out of sight. His eyes,
calmly observing something, remained looking outside for a moment even after the car was
gone. Only after the space was completely silent again did he turn away from the window.
Jeong Taeui sat up on the bed and looked at Ilay.
Something was strange. Something uncomfortable lingered in a corner of his mind, making
him uneasy.
Jeong Taeui tilted his head, thinking for a while but couldn't figure out what it was, so he
sighed. Then he looked at Ilay again.
"..."
Thinking back, just a moment ago, he had been trembling on the bed.Somehow, he felt uneasy when the previous routine wasn't followed (after doing this xx, then
that xxx). It felt like his everyday life had suddenly turned upside down and fallen into an
unknown place. Ilay wasn't someone to be like this, and thinking about it, the suspicion
deepened, making him extremely uncomfortable.
In such moments, he thought it was better to just finish it off and end it refreshingly.
"...."
But honestly, he didn't want to bring it up. For his safety and a brighter tomorrow, he really
didn't want to talk about it.
He also felt a bit ashamed to say it. But if he left it alone, he would feel uneasy.
"...Aren't you going to do it? ...But even if you do, not in this room."
After saying that, Jeong Taeui added another condition for precaution.
Yes, he was ready to die. With his current mood, he felt he could do anything as long as it
wasn't in this room, on this bed, next to where the room's owner was sleeping soundly.
He really felt like he would die from exhaustion.
All day today, he had been exhausted physically and mentally, so his whole body felt like a
water-soaked cotton ball.
If he could just collapse and sleep like this, it would be blissful.
But he could only push those small regrets aside.
Ilay stood by the window, silently watching Jeong Taeui. He seemed lost in thought, but his
eyes never left him for a second.
Suddenly, his gaze seemed to fixate on Jeong Taeui's cheek. Was there something on his
cheek? Was there a fly? Ilay's eyes, which had been intently looking at his cheek, seemed to
grow cold for a moment. Then he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. (Taeui's bruise)
But in an instant, he returned to his usual expression, stepped away from the window, and
headed straight for the door.
"Uh...?"
Jeong Taeui watched him in confusion. Ilay grabbed the doorknob and glanced at Jeong
Taeui.
"If you're planning to stay in Berlin for a while longer, it's fine if I don't do it now. If I lay
you on the bed and properly take off your clothes, you might fall asleep, and I'm not so
urgent that I'd do it with someone sleeping like a corpse."
Liar.There was a time before when he had exhausted himself fixing the roof, almost passing out,
and Ilay had still clung to him in his half-asleep state to satisfy his desires. He remembered it
very well because the next day, he nearly died from muscle pain while continuing to fix the
roof. But those words got stuck in his throat. He could only close his mouth in frustration.
Unbelievable, but could it be...
As Jeong Taeui watched him with a half-believing, half-doubting look, Ilay responded to his
gaze before opening the door. And with a face devoid of any smile, he seriously said.
"Let me tell you, if you put yourself in danger again, I'll make you understand that dying
would be better."
"...Hmm. I won't do that anymore."
Although he had no intention of risking his life for someone else's business, Jeong Taeui
chose to nod calmly instead of arguing back. Ilay threw a skeptical look at him.
After saying that, he opened the door and stepped out.
"Don't sleep here. ...Go back to your room."
He said those words indifferently and closed the door.
"...Uh...?"
Jeong Taeui sat alone in the suddenly quiet room, staring at the closed door.
What could he say? It felt like he had just fallen into a new world...
Jeong Taeui tilted his head. No matter how much he thought, he couldn't understand this
situation.
Why did he suddenly change his mind like this? Did he change his mind or did he change?
Or was it because this was someone else's house and it was better not to be overly indulgent
in philandering?.... No, that wasn't it.
Even after coming up with a few hypotheses, he still couldn't understand why Ilay suddenly
left him alone without doing anything. He had already made up his mind, whether to die or
half-die.
"This is so strange... Do I look that awful?"
Jeong Taeui wondered, scratching his cheek.... His hands suddenly stopped.
His outer cheek was swollen, and the inside was torn. He couldn't even touch it because it
was so hot, feeling like his bone was breaking.
Because Ilay had distracted him, he had forgotten about that.Thinking back, he had intended to grumble a bit, but he had completely forgotten.
Earlier, outside, he had been hit hard enough to tear the inside of his cheek and swell one side
of his face. By tomorrow, the injury would be so bad that he wouldn't be able to open his
eyes... Seeing Christoph getting beaten like that dozens of times, it was probably even worse.
For a moment, Jeong Taeui looked at Christoph with regret, thinking his sculpted face was
even more damaged than his own.
"..."
Jeong Taeui sat on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling was covered with dark
wallpaper above.
"Don't sleep here. ...Go back to your room."
Suddenly, that voice echoed in his mind.
Jeong Taeui sat still and scratched the back of his head.
"If I lay you on the bed and properly take off your clothes, you might fall asleep, and I'm not
so urgent that I'd do it with someone sleeping like a corpse."
He also remembered that voice, sounding like a laugh mixed with mockery.
Jeong Taeui scratched his head.
"It sounds simple, but it's really confusing..."
He muttered without realizing it. Ha, Jeong Taeui sighed.
But despite sighing, he smiled. The low chuckles gradually turned into hearty laughter.
Then, he unconsciously held his cheek, frowned, and exclaimed "Ah," but then burst out
laughing again.