DE | Chapter 1.6

“You really speak Korean well. Are you really a foreigner?”

“I don’t know.”

“We three are childhood friends. Went to the same elementary school. You look young, how old are you?”

“He’s over 300.”

“What? Haha, what a joke.”

But it was true. Joo Seonghyeok looked at Lee Yeonhong nonchalantly. Lee Yeonhong, catching his gaze, smiled happily. Like a well-behaved dog that barks on command and comes when called.

No, in this case, closer to a fox, and closer yet to a monster. Joo Seonghyeok thought about teaching Lee Yeonhong to play frisbee later. For him, allergic to fur, a furless bitch was a welcome thing.

“He looks much younger than you, Joo Seonghyeok, about twenty-four, twenty-five? You’re not dragging him around against his will, are you?”

“Would I do that?”

Joo Seonghyeok teased as he chewed on the rim of the finished coffee cup. Lee Yeonhong laughed brightly.

“I’m in my twenties.”

But Joo Seonghyeok felt the unsaid ‘on the outside’ that followed. He hadn’t failed to suspect Lee Yeonhong’s age. No matter how one might see people turn into monsters and eat humans, resurrect from death, living more than 300 years as an immortal being was hard for humans to accept. Even if Joo Seonghyeok lived in a world where common sense did not apply.

“Anyway, we’re done here, so we’re leaving.”

“Don’t go yet, Joo Seonghyeok, let’s eat dinner together. With your friend too. We haven’t eaten in a while.”

“Imagine the headlines if I was seen eating with a gangster.”

“Don’t be silly, let’s have dinner. I’ll treat you to something tasty.”

Joo Seonghyeok teased but didn’t seem to dislike the idea. Lee Yeonhong watched the man quietly then smiled gently at Song Heemin as he pulled a chair up for him.

“So, our 20-something who’s also done busking, what’s your name?”

“I’m Lee Yeonhong.”

“Lee Yeonhong, huh? You must have a hard time following this old man around.”

“Fuck, who are you calling old man?”

“Both of you wait here quietly while I do this.”

As they finished their game, Song Heemin brought them a Go board. Joo Seonghyeok, seemingly used to this treatment, picked the black stones, while Lee Yeonhong, staring blankly at the board, chose the white ones. The game of Go that Joo Seonghyeok started did not easily conclude. Lee Yeonhong knew the rules well. Their skills were evenly matched.

It was only when the board was nearly full that Joo Seonghyeok, sounding bored, said, “You seem to hate losing, huh?”

“You’re the same, Joo Seonghyeok.”

“That’s how it is at this age.”

Joo Seonghyeok cleared the board and started setting up for another game. Lee Yeonhong was about to ask about his age but decided against it.

Song Heemin appeared very busy, running around, taking calls, and filling out paperwork—an exemplary cop. He didn’t seem like someone who would be friends with a character like Joo Seonghyeok. Noticing Lee Yeonhong was distracted, Joo Seonghyeok quickly swapped some stones on the board and completed five in a row.

“I won!”

“That’s cheating.”

“Got any proof? Do you?”

Looking at Joo Seonghyeok’s evasive tactics, Lee Yeonhong frowned incredulously, but Joo Seonghyeok only smiled more pleasantly, his eyes crinkling without double eyelids.

“All done here. Let’s go eat, kids.”

They went to a Japanese restaurant. Watching Song Heemin and Joo Seonghyeok both order katsu, Lee Yeonhong did the same. Joo Seonghyeok piled wasabi on his breaded katsu and said to Lee Yeonhong, “Get me some water.”

Lee Yeonhong obediently fetched the water and whispered as he set down the glass, “Can I suck it under the table?”

Joo Seonghyeok didn’t answer but stomped on Lee Yeonhong’s foot under the table. Lee Yeonhong’s shoulders jerked with the brutal response. Joo Seonghyeok snorted internally, amused by the discomfort. Such a creature that didn’t care how many times it got knocked down just to suck him off was truly astonishing.

“Still looking for your daddy?”

“What would you do if your father was murdered, would you be okay?”

Joo Seonghyeok lit a cigarette as he spoke. After dinner, the dark alley was narrow. Song Heemin watched the man silently, then chuckled.

“Alright, I’ll try.”

He waved lightly and left. What remained was Joo Seonghyeok, still biting on a cigarette, and Lee Yeonhong, trying to look pretty next to him. Joo Seonghyeok exhaled smoke and eventually tossed the cigarette, pulling Lee Yeonhong close and crashing their lips together. The monster that savored the saliva pooled under the tongue blinked rapidly as it toyed with Joo Seonghyeok’s earlobe. The man grimaced.

“Why do you keep touching that?”

“Why is it torn?”

“Pretty boy, you sure are curious.”

“Can I suck here?”

“Suck a dick.”

“Why?”

Lee Yeonhong said, “Let me suck it.” He tilted his head up and bit Joo Seonghyeok’s earlobe. The man grimaced slightly and recoiled, but he only hit the wall of the alley. His long fingers roamed over the man’s tailored suit pants, slowly passing over the swollen bulge. He was desperate to rub the dripping member, but more likely he intended to spread the tight thighs and stroke the round mound and hairless slit just below.

Lee Yeonhong knew the man’s insides were hot, soft, and moist, and terribly tight as if to crush his own. He wanted to bury his face into the swollen belly, pounding the gut and stirring the insides.

He caressed the neckline and gently scratched just below the ear, then, as soon as there was a gap, licked the torn earlobe with his tongue. Joo Seonghyeok felt the sensation too keenly.

“Ah…”

“It’s wet down there.”

“I know.”

“Let me wipe it.”

Joo Seonghyeok spread his legs, and Lee Yeonhong, as if waiting for this, rubbed his hands between the damp thighs. Where normal men would have testicles, there was a moist, sticky sensation and a clear contour was visible. As he swallowed drool with his flushed face, just rubbing it made Lee Yeonhong want to thrust into the man’s pussy, but he knew he wouldn’t be allowed.

Regretfully, Lee Yeonhong grabbed and pulled at Joo Seonghyeok’s earlobe. He rubbed the earlobe with his bright red tongue and bit it lightly, causing Joo Seonghyeok to pant and bow his head. He buried his face in Lee Yeonhong’s neck and shivered, his thigh rubbing against the hand continuing to stroke his pussy.

In the dark alley, their bodies overlapped, surrendering to instinct, unmistakably noticeable. Especially given Joo Seonghyeok’s size and Lee Yeonhong’s shimmering hair, it was bound to draw attention. Joo Seonghyeok leaned against Lee Yeonhong, moaning lowly, his nails softly scratching the pussy flesh. The man’s penis was erect, firm through the tailored pants.

A hurried hand pulled out the dick, rubbing the shiny heads covered in precum together. He pinched the pee hole shut, then rubbed the bulging flesh column and grasped the base of the dick. As he felt the tingling pleasure, Joo Seonghyeok grabbed Lee Yeonhong’s chin and pulled. The man licked his lips, and Lee Yeonhong’s penis twitched.

“Every time you touch my dick, your pussy tightens up. I really want to fuck it.”

“Stop talking dirty, I’ll kill you…”

Lee Yeonhong’s unwrinkled eyes curved lovingly. Despite the urgency in his speech, he was strangely calm. “I could split your tongue into three.” Joo Seonghyeok whispered, and Lee Yeonhong quickly sucked on the man’s tongue. The sound of moans and saliva flowed. Lee Yeonhong’s neatly sculpted beautiful penis and the knife-like Joo Seonghyeok’s penis ground against each other. The lubricant oozed out as they pulled away from the clasped hands.

“Grab it properly and shake it.”

“The pheromones you give off make me lose my mind.”

“Stop babbling and just overlap your hands…”

Joo Seonghyeok forcefully grabbed Lee Yeonhong’s wrist, making him grip his dick. The fine, pretty long fingers gripped the hefty dickhead and began moving up and down relentlessly. The sticky dick fluid served as lubricant, dripping down to the ground.

Joo Seonghyeok moaned with pleasure, his lips parted, and moved his hips as Lee Yeonhong held him. His relatively slender stature compared to his broad chest made it erotically appealing.

With his suit tightly fitting his body and his pussy underneath, what more could entice a male? Lee Yeonhong could gladly claim he was the victim here. It was Joo Seonghyeok’s lewd pheromones that had led him here. Even now, what was being rubbed was his penis, but the smell of the fluid dripping from his pussy was so pungent it stung the nose.

“Joo Seonghyeok…”

“Huh…”

“Who’s the dad you’re looking for? Why won’t you tell me?”

“Why should I report every little thing to you?”

Joo Seonghyeok’s demeanor sharpened. Yet, Lee Yeonhong, pushing the man further against the wall and rubbing his penis, stuck out his tongue. Joo Seonghyeok’s eyes widened. Lee Yeonhong’s tongue, split like a snake’s, stretched out and licked the man’s chin—a spectacle that could only be described as an insult to humanity. The shock was brief as the thick tongue invaded his mouth, filling it completely.

“Ugh…”

The tentacle-like tongue moved ceaselessly inside, evoking a primitive fear. But soon, the long, thick tongue probed every corner, pushing into the throat and tightening it, and Joo Seonghyeok literally felt his mouth being violated. Physiological tears dripped down. His hips twitched as if about to climax, and his expression horribly distorted, his eyeballs bulged and red, and soon his semen spurted out.

“Guk, huk…”

His grip was sticky. Joo Seonghyeok’s tongue slowly slid out of his mouth. Gagging, Lee Yeonhong propped up the man’s sagging body against himself and licked the semen off his own hand.

They adjusted their clothes and returned to the office. Since Joo Seonghyeok mostly lived in an attached room in the office, the problem was where Lee Yeonhong would stay. Claiming to have no money, this creature really had nothing but his body to offer. Joo Seonghyeok had no choice but to let Lee Yeonhong sleep in his bed.

“Can I cuddle?”

“Get lost.”

Joo Seonghyeok kicked the all-too-clingy Lee Yeonhong away and turned his back. Despite appearing annoyed, Lee Yeonhong didn’t mind. Joo Seonghyeok, perhaps hot, took off his top and lay down, his large dragon tattoo visible on his back. Lee Yeonhong fiddled with his fingers over it.

“Why did you get this?”

“To look cool.”

Lee Yeonhong’s fingers followed the dragon’s body, and Joo Seonghyeok was incredulous. The man’s lower parts throbbed and leaked just from some finger play, making him feel like a beast that only wanted to mate.

“You don’t need this to look cool…”

Lee Yeonhong murmured softly, touching the dragon’s tail and then started to kiss it. As the soft lips brushed against him, Joo Seonghyeok clenched his teeth. Despite stepping back earlier, his dick was stiff, reacting to Lee Yeonhong’s moves.

Joo Seonghyeok finally turned to face Lee Yeonhong, who looked up at him with innocent eyes, and he sighed, grabbing Lee Yeonhong’s arms. The monster docilely allowed its arms to be caught and did not struggle.

“Fuck off, let’s try to sleep, alright?”

“Will you hit me?”

“I’ll fucking hit you if you don’t stay still, you fucking bastard. Fuck, I’ll kick you out before that.”

“My name is Lee Yeonhong.”

“Yeah, Yeonhong.”

Joo Seonghyeok leaned in close, baring his teeth. One eye shone fiercely.

“Know this, I could gut you and pickle your innards before you can regenerate. Try any shit one more time.”

“Joo Seonghyeok…”

Lee Yeonhong gently curled his lips and blinked his double-lidded eyes.

“It really doesn’t suit you to say that with a hard-on.”

Lee Yeonhong was eventually thrown out with just a pillow. Still clueless about what he did wrong, he blinked vacantly and, powerlessly hugging the pillow, lay down on the sofa. He muttered curses about Joo Seonghyeok, but Joo Seonghyeok slept soundly, undisturbed.