SANN | Chapter 8.1

“Wow….”

“Do you like it?”

From the moment they stepped into the entrance, Gureum’s mouth hadn’t closed. Having pictured an ordinary house based on Sieon’s description, Gureum couldn’t hide his amazement as they entered a neighborhood filled with luxury homes.

The house Gureum had chosen was a three-story detached home, no less. Sieon had mentioned it was a property passed down since his family no longer lived there. For just the two of them, utilizing all three floors seemed like a stretch.

“Y-Yeah… but it’s so big and spacious… What if I get lost inside?”

“Uh-oh. Should I install home cams just to track down my little bunny?”

Sieon teased in a playful tone, though his words carried a hint of sincerity. From now on, Gureum would be living entirely within Sieon’s domain. It seemed like a good idea to lay down some… private rules. Blissfully unaware of the less-than-pure thoughts swirling in Sieon’s mind, Gureum timidly followed him around.

“Wow…”

Another awestruck exclamation escaped Gureum’s lips. The front yard was as large as a garden, and the backyard even had a swimming pool. Even someone like Gureum, who wasn’t knowledgeable about houses, could tell that this wasn’t an ordinary home. Carefully, he asked Sieon.

“Hyung, by any chance… are you like, a chaebol second or third generation or something?”

“…What?”

Gureum’s innocent eyes sparkled with pure curiosity, untainted by any ill intent. His question, born out of genuine wonder, made Sieon burst into laughter.

“Not exactly, but my grandparents and dad are pretty well-off.”

“Ah, I see…”

Gureum nodded, processing the information. As soon as they entered the house, Sieon led Gureum to the room he had prepared for him. Having personally worked hard to set it up before Gureum’s discharge, Sieon placed his hand on the doorknob and flashed a wide grin.

“This is your room, Gureum. I decorated it myself.”

“What? You did it yourself, Hyung?”

“Yep. Tada!”

Sieon swung the door open. As soon as he saw the interior, Gureum’s jaw dropped.

“Wow, Hyung…”

For the first time in his life, Gureum had a spacious room entirely to himself. His eyes sparkled as he took in the decor. The room was filled with items and decorations featuring Gureum’s favorite characters.

“Isn’t the teddy bear cute? It’s your favorite character.”

“Yes! But it’s not a bear; it’s a lion…”

“Yeah, whatever. You like it, don’t you? You even wear teddy bear underwear.”

“L-Lion! And it’s not because I like it…”

“Sure it isn’t.”

Sieon placed his hands on Gureum’s shoulders and guided him into the room. Glancing down, he couldn’t help but feel pleased by the sight of Gureum’s blushing cheeks and twinkling eyes.

“Thanks, Hyung… You went through all this trouble for me…”

“Trouble? Don’t mention it. Do you like it?”

“Yes! It’s so cute…”

Gureum nodded enthusiastically. Of course, he had to like it. Sieon gazed at him fondly. Decorating the room with those damn cutesy teddy bears had been excruciating, a testament to just how far Sieon had fallen. Ever since the first time he and Gureum slept together, even seeing those stupid bears made him… react involuntarily. The mere thought was enough to make Sieon’s stomach tighten.

Gureum, who had unknowingly turned Sieon into someone aroused by such absurd triggers, had a responsibility to take accountability—or so Sieon believed, wholeheartedly.

Oblivious to Sieon’s dark thoughts, Gureum wandered around the room, touching and exploring everything with curiosity.

“Hyung… There’s even a closet and a bathroom in here…”

“Yep. But those are all just for decoration. Same with the bed. You’ll mostly stay and sleep in my room. This is just your personal space to relax.”

“O-Okay…!”

Gureum nodded meekly. Stroking Gureum’s head fondly, Sieon proceeded to show him the other main areas of the house, including a luxurious PC room fully equipped with top-tier setups.

The dual setups, arranged side by side like a couple’s gaming station, were clearly a product of Sieon’s ulterior motives. But Gureum, wide-eyed and full of wonder, simply exclaimed in awe as he pressed the keys on one of the keyboards.

“Wow, I’ve never used a blue switch keyboard before. The sound is so cool!”

“Is it? I always use blue switches. If you don’t like it, let me know, and I’ll swap it out for you.”

“No! I really like it, I swear!”

Gureum shook his head fervently. Smirking, Sieon led him to the final destination—a room that had been hastily remodeled specifically for Gureum’s discharge. This room was meant for spending quality time together.

“This room is special. I made it just for us to play.”

“Play?”

“Yep.”

Gureum tilted his head in confusion. What more could there be, after everything he’d just seen? Sieon brushed a hand through Gureum’s hair and leaned in close, his lips grazing Gureum’s ear as he spoke in an irresistibly sweet voice.

“Now, bunny… Don’t get scared and run away.”

“O-Okay…”

After receiving such a compliant answer, Sieon kissed Gureum’s cheek and opened the tightly shut door.

“Ah…”

Gureum flinched as he stepped inside. The room was dark, shrouded by blackout curtains, and Gureum’s eyes widened as he took in the sight.

“Hyung… The walls and ceiling have mirrors on them…”

“Yeah, cool, right? Wanna go in and see?”

Sieon nudged Gureum inside. Gureum, bewildered, stepped in cautiously, and Sieon quietly closed the door behind them, the corners of his lips curling upward in a sly grin. As Gureum fumbled in the sudden darkness, Sieon turned on the soft indirect lighting.

“Can you see better now?”

“Yes… But there are so many clothes hanging here…”

“Take a look around.”

“…Who are these for? They’re so small…”

“Who do you think? They’re for you.”

“…Me?!”

Gureum stared in shock at the rack of costumes, all perfectly tailored for someone his size. Sieon barely managed to suppress his grin, hiding his amusement behind a hand. He’d painstakingly ordered each one with Gureum in mind, already imagining how he’d look in them.

Oblivious to Sieon’s intentions, Gureum picked up a pair of white thigh-high stockings, turning them over curiously.

“Hyung… These look like stockings…”

“Yep. Everything here is for you to wear.”

“…What?!”

Startled, Gureum dropped the stockings he was holding. Sieon approached, bent down, and picked up the fallen stockings, flashing a broad smile at Gureum.

“Do you like these, Gureum?”

“…Uh, yeah…”

“Try them on. Sit on the bed.”

“O-Okay…”

Gureum obediently went to the bed and perched on the sheet. The bed was extremely wide. Sieon naturally bent his knees and started massaging the tips of Gureum’s toes.

“Should I take your socks off?”

“Yes…”

Gureum nodded. However, instead of reaching for the socks, Sieon grabbed the waistband of Gureum’s pants. He swiftly unbuckled the belt and lifted Gureum’s hips slightly, pulling down the pants in one swift movement. Startled, Gureum grabbed Sieon’s shoulder.

“Hy-Hyung, the socks…!”

“Right. I’ll take those off too.”

Laughing quietly, Sieon proceeded to remove Gureum’s socks as well. Now in just a hoodie and underwear, Gureum trembled with a rush of embarrassment.

“Baby, are you cold?”

“No, no…”

“These stockings go up to your knees, so I had to take your pants off. It’s okay, right?”

“…Yes…”

Sieon carefully held Gureum’s ankle, planting a kiss on his foot, and then began to slowly pull on the prepared white knee-high stockings. The translucent white fabric accentuated his already pale skin, creating a strange sensation. Gureum’s fingers twitched involuntarily at the unfamiliar touch of the fabric.

“All done.”

“Hmm…”

“Your legs really are beautiful, Gureum. Want to check them out in the mirror with me?”

Sieon gently stroked Gureum’s legs from the inner thigh down to the ankle, then slipped his hands under Gureum’s armpits and lifted him up. Dangling in Sieon’s grasp, Gureum reached the mirror but turned his gaze away, unable to confront the embarrassing sight of himself.

“Look. Even Gureum has to admit they look nice, right?”

“Hyuung…”

The white stockings hugged his fair, smooth legs perfectly, blending seamlessly with his skin. Unable to face his own reflection, Gureum, on the verge of tears, called out to Sieon urgently. Sieon, chuckling, kissed Gureum’s forehead and then let him down.

“Let’s look at some other things.”

As Gureum fidgeted with the unfamiliar sensation on his legs, he reluctantly wandered around the room at Sieon’s behest. Sieon followed leisurely, like a hunter watching trapped prey.

“…Huh?”

Gureum noticed a huge box in the corner, covered with a box lid, making it difficult to see the contents. His curiosity piqued, Gureum felt as though he was about to open a box that should remain closed. He swallowed hard and slowly opened the box, unaware of Sieon’s wide grin behind him.

“What’s this…?”

Even after opening the box, Gureum couldn’t make out what it contained and fiddled with what looked like toys. Something resembling furry handcuffs caught his eye.

Gureum started picking out items that he could guess the purpose of. He also noticed something that looked like a fluffy tail with a long metal rod attached to it. Holding the tail, Gureum turned to Sieon and asked.

“Hyung, there’s something like a tail here…”

“Curious about what it is?”

Sieon slowly closed the distance between them, his every step laden with intent. Finally sensing something was amiss, Gureum lowered his gaze and nodded slightly.

“Yes…”

Hearing Gureum’s response, Sieon leaned down. Crouching, he covertly stroked Gureum’s leg. As Gureum trembled, Sieon gripped his waist and lifted, flipping up the hem of the hoodie covering his buttocks. As Sieon firmly grasped the round shape of Gureum’s behind, his legs shook slightly.

“This long part here… you put it in here, Gureum.”

“…Ah…”

“Then you’ll have a tail.”

Sieon spread one side of Gureum’s buttocks and pressed a finger against the area above his underwear. Gureum, finally realizing the purpose of the toy, startled and grabbed Sieon’s clothes. Sieon burst out laughing and took the toy from Gureum’s hands.

“Does it make a sound too? Jingle jingle.”

Innocent, dark eyes of Gureum flickered as the white tail waved back and forth. Sieon, fighting back laughter, shook the tail-shaped dildo in front of the naive lamb who had boldly ventured into his private space.

“Gureum, how about we find out how to use everything here with Hyung from now on?”

“…Um… whatever Hyung wants to do…”

“Really? Should Hyung do whatever he wants?”

Sieon, embracing Gureum from behind, buried his face in his neck and burst into deep laughter. Then, he meticulously felt around Gureum’s body. This time, there were no sexual intentions.

“Baby. Are you still in pain anywhere?”

“No…! I’m all better now…”

“Good…”

Licking his lips, Sieon swiftly picked up Gureum. His stride towards the bed was unhesitant.

Sieon casually crossed his legs and picked up the teacup from the table, savoring a sip under the soft lighting. A seemingly placed book lay overturned on the tea table, creating a sophisticated atmosphere. However, Sieon chose to focus on admiring Gureum instead.

“Uh, ah…, hmm…”

Silently, Sieon scanned Gureum from head to toe. The furry handcuffs that Gureum had playfully brought out earlier were now neatly wrapped around his wrists and secured to the head of the bed.