"Taeil. I think I made it clear before. This belongs to me."
That hand slowly pressed down from his collarbone to his stomach. Jeong Taeui held his
breath under the weight.
What do you mean 'belongs to you'... Jeong Taeui's weak whisper had no strength.
Suddenly, memories flooded back. Indeed, this man had said such things before. Somehow,
he had etched that into Jeong Taeui's subconscious. Even if he didn't want to remember, he
couldn't forget it.
The hand moved close to his waistband and then slid under his shirt. The hand moved from
his stomach to his chest, brushing over every part of his skin.
Jeong Taeui found it strange that such a pale hand could be so hot.
"How could someone else touch what belongs to me? You should never let others touch
this, right? Why did you let someone else touch what's mine?"
"Touch what! I didn't let anyone touch me!"
Previously, the thought of asking why it was his flashed through Jeong Taeui's mind, but he
knew it would be useless to ask. And beyond that, a feeling of frustration welled up.
Does he think I'm that easy, giving my body to anyone?
Jeong Taeui's indignant cries didn't sway Ilay. With his other hand, Ilay easily pulled down
Jeong Taeui's pants. When he pulled down his underwear, cold air rushed to his lower body.
"Have you forgotten? I can engrave it into you as many times as needed. So deep that you'll
never forget that this body is mine."
Ilay's voice was relaxed. As if he was joking, a faint smile appeared on his face. But at any
moment, he could suddenly leave, saying it was all a joke.
But...
"...Are you mad?"
Jeong Taeui frowned and asked.
It felt that way. Although Ilay was smiling, something inside was twisted. Somehow, it was
clear that Ilay's inner feelings were not okay.
"Mad? Yes, I'm mad because you let what's mine be touched by others."Although Ilay spoke as if it didn't matter, it was clear he was angry.
Jeong Taeui felt a sigh of resignation building up inside.
In hindsight, after all, they had lived together. Regardless of how Ilay viewed Jeong Taeui,
having lived together, Ilay couldn't feel comfortable letting others touch Taeui like that...
Jeong Taeui didn't think Ilay would get jealous like an ordinary person.
"I'm sorry."
Jeong Taeui mumbled like a sigh. However, as his mouth was about to add another apology, it
closed again.
His exposed lower body suddenly felt hot.
"Il—!"
He couldn't even complete calling his name. Before he could call, another sound escaped,
making Jeong Taeui quickly cover his mouth.
Ilay's hand gripped Jeong Taeui's waist and thighs. Effortlessly, he lifted him off the ground,
and Ilay's mouth took hold of the sensitive part of Jeong Taeui's lower body.
Jeong Taeui covered his mouth with one hand, while the other hand inadvertently grabbed
Ilay's hair. He gripped the hair of the man who was sucking him and tried to push his head
away with all his might. But he couldn't push him because he was too embarrassed to use his
strength properly.
"...―!!"
For a moment, Jeong Taeui's neck flushed red.
In fact, the person doing the sucking should be more embarrassed, but this man remained
calm. His expression didn't change, and he continued to gently lick the sensitive part of Jung
Taeui down to its base.
"Il-Ilay―...!! Stop, stop, stop...!!"
"I need to check if it still tastes the same. Stay still."
Ilay paused to say that, then continued to lightly lick Taeui's genitals. Jeong Taeui gave up
trying to push Ilay's head away and slowly pulled a blanket over his face.
He wondered if this felt like when people ran out of the house in a panic while bathing. But
that thought quickly vanished.
Even with his face covered by the blanket, the wet sounds from below continued. The licking
and sucking sounds made everything feel vulgar.This wasn't the first time. There had been times they were naked and entangled like animals,
so this was nothing new. But...
Jeong Taeui reminded himself – 'This isn't as bad as before' – But the problem was that even
before, despite many years, he still wasn't used to it. He had never comfortably enjoyed it like
a sport and swayed with it.
Ilay never allowed that to happen. Like now.
"...Ahhhh!! Don't scratch, it hurts!!"
"It's not hurting, it's just your body reacting."
Ilay's mouth still held Jeong Taeui's shaft, his lips moving as he spoke. The sensation was
gentle, but at that moment, a finger began moving, massaging the inner folds of Taeui. A
finger continuously probing and teasing inside made Jeong Taeui jolt.
As Jeong Taeui tried to pull away from Ilay's hand, Ilay's mouth tightened around his shaft.
The hard teeth pressed against the skin, making Jeong Taeui shudder.
"Don't bite! I'll die!!"
"If you stay still, I won't bite. Relax."
Ilay's hand gripped Jeong Taeui's waist. The force was enough to leave bruises.
Ilay was someone who would bite if not obeyed. In fact, a few years ago, in a similar
situation, Jeong Taeui had kicked his shoulder, thinking Ilay wouldn't bite. And it came true.
Ilay had bitten so hard that the mark lasted for days, even without a hospital visit.
It was one of the very, very few times the word – "Sorry" – came out of Ilay's mouth. Since
then, although Ilay didn't bite anymore, that terrible experience left a psychological mark on
Jeong Taeui
Taeui. Whenever Ilay intended to do something similar, Jeong Taeui's body would
automatically tense up.
Like now.
"Relax."
Ilay said while still holding Jeong Taeui's shaft. His finger moved in circles, exploring inside
Jeong Taeui, gradually expanding. Jeong Taeui felt like electric currents were being
transmitted to his brain, sensing the teasing touches inside and the gentle sucking from Ilay's
mouth, making his body involuntarily tense.
"Relax."Ilay clicked his tongue. The finger inside Jeong Taeui's body curved, opening him up,
creating a painful sensation. Jeong Taeui instinctively grabbed Ilay's head, trying to push him
away.
"Even if I want to relax, I can't...―Ah...Ah Ah!!"
Jeong Taeui cried out, almost in tears. He didn't know if his pleas reached Ilay, but the fingers
kept scratching inside him. Jeong Taeui cried out, nearly in tears, as Ilay's finger stimulated
his sensitive spot.
Ironically, this was Jeong Taeui's erogenous zone.
Soon, Jeong Taeui's shaft hardened. Ilay's mouth tightened, his tongue wrapped around, and
his lips sucked hard, making Jeong Taeui feel like he was suffocating.
The feeling of climax came quickly. When Jeong Taeui held his breath, he felt like he was
about to explode...―.
"...?!"
...But he couldn't. Ilay's white hand gripped the base of his shaft, his mouth moving away.
"Ilay..."
Jeong Taeui looked at Ilay in bewilderment.
Ilay gently kissed the tip of Jeong Taeui's shaft and whispered.
"Listen carefully and nod, Taeil. First, if you let anyone else touch you there again, I'll kill
him and then make sure you can't use your shaft unless it's with me. If you want to go around
with a dildo and chastity belt for the rest of your life when not with me, then feel free to use
your body as you wish."
Jeong Taeui winced and widened his eyes as he listened to Ilay's words, feeling the climax
turn into torturous endurance. But Ilay didn't stop there.
"Second, in any situation, you must prioritize yourself above all. If you dare to hurt yourself,
even slightly, to help someone else, I'll make that person suffer more and make you cry with
regret until your wound heals without a scar."
"What...! How can you predict how a wound will happen...! And moreover, not many people
touch each other's crotch, but you could accidentally touch someone in a public bath or
pool!!!"
Jeong Taeui shot up and shouted.
Cold sweat broke out. Ilay rarely jokes, so he couldn't ignore any of his words.
"If you get hurt by accident, it's okay. If you accidentally touch someone in a public place, it's
okay. I'll decide based on the level of intent. ...Understand?""That's oppression! One can't live like that—!"
However, Jeong Taeui's protests were cut off.
Ilay's hand gripped the base of his shaft, his tongue licking the glans, and his finger scratched
and stimulated the sensitive spot inside, adding fuel to the fire burning to the core.
"Listen, I can—"
"Just nod. ...Understand, Taeil?"
Although Jeong Taeui cried and screamed, Ilay didn't yield. He only issued a firm command.
For some reason, Jeong Taeui felt like nodding meant digging his own grave, so he looked at
Ilay with worried eyes. The pressure from Ilay's hand increased.
"Akhh... Wait..."
The stimulation just now was enough to make him dizzy, and if it went any further, it would
become unbearable. Jeong Taeui felt desperate.
He tried to place his hand on Ilay's, but Ilay only continued to stimulate his shaft. Then Ilay
lowered his voice and whispered gently.
"Why are you resisting? What's the problem? All you need to do is ensure no one else
invades you and avoid you get into trouble. That's simple, isn't it?"
"Yes, but..."
But the accompanying conditions were too harsh. Just thinking about them made Jeong Taeui
pale.
Ilay looked at Jeong Taeui with a probing gaze and then raised an eyebrow.
"Then think about it some more. I'll continue my work while you think."
Ilay said nonchalantly and continued moving his finger deeper into Jeong Taeui. The
sensitive noises coming from his body, the blush-inducing sounds, began to resonate... the
area started to get wetter.
But before blushing from the sounds, Jeong Taeui was startled by a strong wave of
stimulation.
"...Wait!! I'll do it, I'll do what you say!! So...―!!"
"Take your time to think. Maybe another ten minutes. That way, I can enjoy myself and savor
it slowly."
Almost shouting, Jeong Taeui finally shut his mouth and swallowed hard. Ilay bent down, his
tongue gently licking the now wet area."Actually, I've been wanting to try this for a long time. This spot is bright red and twitching; I
wonder how fresh it will taste. It must be delicious."
Ilay's breath and soft laughter tickled Jeong Taeui's lower region. He couldn't bear it
anymore, so he leaned over and hugged Ilay's head tightly.
Damn bastard, just let him suffocate and die.
Though he cursed and felt bitter inside, he had no time to think further.
*******************
"I don't want to be away from you forever, from this land."
The old man smiled kindly and spoke gently.
Christoph stood before the old man, looking down at his chest. He couldn't look straight into
his eyes.
Christoph had always found it difficult to face him. He was someone Christoph couldn't
easily approach or gaze at. Even his mother didn't dare to mention his name.
But Christoph cherished him very much. He respected and admired him. As if he were a deity
to worship.
"I always hope you can come and go freely, and when you're tired, you can come back here to
rest. There's no place more suitable for you than this."
It's not like that. This place always made him feel uncomfortable, like wearing ill-fitting
clothes. Just like everywhere else, this place didn't bring comfort.
But the old man said that this place suited him.
"In the short term, could you help that child?"
When the old man said that, Christoph looked up. He looked from the chest to the wrinkled
neck, the smiling lips, the slightly hooked but not unattractive nose, and the eyes with
laughing wrinkles at the corners.
Although the sun had set, and the sky had turned deep blue, the old man's eyes were still
clear, almost golden-brown like sunlight. Eyes that could reflect the filth of those facing
them.
Christoph lowered his head again.
The old man was asking him to help Richard.
He said that doing so would revoke the expulsion order from Tarten.
"When I grow old and retreat into the shadows, occasionally come visit and befriend me."The old man's words had a hint of the scent of death, but it was a gentle and peaceful scent,
still far off.
However, the old man's time was no longer the same as that of the young.
Now, the old man only had the last bit of spark from an almost burnt-out coal, enough to
warm his hands. Then, at some point, he would leave for a quiet place no one could follow.
Christoph opened his mouth slightly but couldn't utter a word. He didn't know what to say.
The old man looked at Christoph calmly. His eyes held so many things that Christoph
couldn't understand.
The old man slowly raised his hand and grasped Christoph's hand.
The wrinkled hand touching his gave him a strange feeling, making him flinch. Though he
didn't pull away, he clearly felt awkward, and the old man didn't grip tightly but also didn't let
go.
"Christoph, you are my beloved child. In Tarten, no one is unlovable. You are my precious
and cherished child. I built Tarten for you all, and without you, Tarten would have no
meaning."
The old man whispered. Sometimes he spoke like that.