IWM Ch 8

The sloshing sound of water lapped against his ears.

“Hngh… Mmmph―”

As if the previous kisses were just a taste, a tongue invasively explored his mouth. Saliva, he couldn’t tell whose, dribbled down the seam of their tightly pressed lips.

Chiyoon couldn’t regain his senses, overwhelmed by the onslaught, as if his earlier retort to Jihwon had been his last spark of resistance.

With each inhale and exhale, the scent of pheromones seemed to be poured into his body, building layer upon layer, precarious yet full, threatening to topple over at any moment.

Chiyoon’s gray hoodie was covered in dust from being tied to the old metal chair. As he pulled it up to his chest, his skin, fairer than his face, was revealed.

Jihwon glanced at his bare chest and cocked his head. “He seems close to his parents, but do they not feed him and make him work?” he mused, his hands busily tracing Chiyoon’s skin.

“Ah, hngh…!”

“These nipples are driving me crazy.”

Jihwon’s low voice resonated within Chiyoon’s mouth, vibrating from his soft palate to his throat.

He chuckled, enjoying the sight of Chiyoon trembling. His nipples were a delicate pink, as if they had never been touched before. Each time Jihwon flicked them, Chiyoon writhed.

A crimson tongue traced a path from his lips to his neck, then down to his chest, drawing slow circles on his pale skin.

“Ngh, th-that, weird…!”

“Mm, weird.”

Jihwon’s voice was laced with amusement.

He pressed and kneaded the small, budding tips, digging into the crevices. The more he pushed his tongue into the tiny opening, the firmer it became.

“Ah, ngh…!”

Chiyoon’s body was so slender that Jihwon could hold his waist with one hand while flicking the other nipple with the other.

“Are you loving this?”

“No, hey. N-no, I don’t like it, hngh…!”

Every time the damp flesh touched a sensitive spot, it felt like fireworks were exploding in his head. He felt confused, unsure whether he should stop or push for more.

It had been fine when he boldly initiated things, but now it was truly strange. He felt hazy, like he was dreaming, but the pleasure was too vivid, too real. These conflicting sensations were all new to Chiyoon.

Jihwon, who had been sucking on his nipples like candy, looked up at Chiyoon. Even without leaving a single mark, his saliva-covered face and slender chest were a sight to behold.

Jihwon patted Chiyoon’s small buttocks.

“Baby, come back to me.”

“Hngh… Mmph…”

He must be in heat after all. Despite his earlier protests, a damp heat was emanating from his perineum.

“If you keep saying no, it’ll feel like some pervert is taking advantage of you. You said you wouldn’t regret it.”

“…Stop, talking, ah.”

“So? Do you like it, or not?”

Jihwon seemed ready to back down at the slightest sign of disapproval. But when Chiyoon forced his eyelids open, he saw glistening eyes.

His clouded eyes were glazed with something. Lust, for example. Jihwon was still fully clothed in his suit jacket and shirt. But his gaze was more stimulating than nakedness.

It was strange that Cha Jihwon, who had been avoiding him until now, was looking at him like that. Not that he disliked it. On the contrary… his lower abdomen felt like it was simmering, as if burned by those cold, black eyes.

Chiyoon involuntarily wrapped his arms around Jihwon’s head. Soft, dark hair tickled his cheek. A refreshing scent, too pure for someone who had been splattered with another’s blood, brushed against his nose.

Chiyoon unconsciously bucked his hips, grinding against Jihwon. Something nudged against him in the cramped driver’s seat. He enjoyed the feeling of his erection poking against the rough fabric of Jihwon’s pants.

“Hngh… Ah, good…”

Jihwon cursed under his breath.

“Fuck, the floral scent is… overwhelming.”

His voice, as if forced out from deep within him, resonated in Chiyoon’s embrace.

Was he saying Chiyoon smelled like flowers? He knew Jihwon could smell his pheromones, but this was the first time he had heard what they smelled like.

He felt his mind drifting further away.

“Honey.”

Jihwon squeezed the soft flesh encased in Chiyoon’s jeans. The serpent-like movement of his hand, as he licked his lips, felt like it would devour him, even through his clothes.

“Have you ever used this?”

A finger traced the line from the crease of his buttocks down to his perineum. It tickled. The edge of his white sock, his shoes having been removed at some point, was curled up.

“Mm, hngh…”

Chiyoon shook his head. Jihwon smirked. He had assumed Chiyoon would be a virgin, but did he even understand the meaning of his own words?

“It’s your first time… why are you so eager? Already rubbing against me like that.”

“What, hngh, what are you… Ugh!”

Thud. Chiyoon’s head hit the car ceiling as Jihwon suddenly lifted him by the waist.

A strained, almost gentle voice said,

“Can you bear with it for a little while, even if it’s uncomfortable?”

Then he pointedly nudged Chiyoon’s crotch with his own.

“If I put something weird in here carelessly, it’ll tear.”

Anyone could tell where Jihwon’s fingers were invasively exploring. Where to put what to have sex. Even though he knew, his body stiffened with tension.

He was in an awkward position, neither standing nor sitting, curled up, when a cool breeze touched his lower body. Jihwon had pulled down his clothes in one swift motion.

A burning gaze swept over his exposed skin. His jeans and underwear were halfway down his white thighs. His erect penis was the same color as his nipples. His smooth, hairless tip looked sweet enough to taste.

Jihwon licked his lips.

“We’re a matching set.”

It was a cryptic remark.

Chiyoon’s already flushed face turned crimson. It was almost his first time showing his naked body to someone since he grew up. He had only masturbated a few times.

But to be so exposed, doing this with Cha Jihwon… He was giving him so much for the first time. He felt like he was getting the short end of the stick, yet an inexplicable sense of anticipation bubbled within him.

Jihwon took Chiyoon’s erection into his mouth.

“Ah… Ngh! Wh-what…!”

One side of his beautiful face bulged. The hot breath and saliva against his sensitive tip set his mind ablaze. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, Chiyoon’s thighs trembled.

“Ngh…! Hngh…!”

As he moaned, Jihwon sucked on his penis with blatant, piston-like movements. His burning tongue flicked against his urethra.

“W-wait, st-stop, hngh…!”

There was nowhere to escape, even if he tried to push Jihwon away. Chiyoon had no choice but to clutch at Jihwon’s hair and surrender.

Jihwon spread Chiyoon’s buttocks, adding his weight to facilitate the suction. The deeper he took him, the more intense the sensation became.

But perhaps because of their size difference, it looked like Jihwon was devouring Chiyoon.

“Ngh…! Ugh…!”

The precum that had been leaking from his hole began to flow down his thighs like thin threads.

Even though his cock was being vigorously sucked, he felt a strange sense of lack. He wanted more, deeper. It tickled inside. The unfulfilled desire fueled his pleasure.

His eyes rolled back. A primal sense of danger surfaced. This would be bad, really bad, if it continued. He thrashed his trembling legs, but the man didn’t budge.

Chiyoon weakly patted Jihwon.

“I… I’m gonna… cum…!”

His whimpering voice mixed with moans. Jihwon flicked his tongue out. It was clear he was sucking and licking at him.

His long eyes narrowed playfully.

“Ah.”

It was a demanding tone, as if asking for a treat. As if to confirm that Chiyoon understood, Jihwon sucked harder on his cock and muttered,

“Cum in daddy’s mouth.”

“D-don’t, hngh, don’t say that…!”

Chiyoon trembled like he had been electrocuted. The muscles in his round buttocks, cupped in Jihwon’s hands, tightened.

A lightning bolt struck his mind.

“Hngh…! Ngh…!”

Hot fluid gushed from the tip of his pink cock. As if he hadn’t cum in a long time, a clear liquid continued to leak out even after he came.

“Ha… Hngh…”

He had cum in Jihwon’s mouth.

Chiyoon’s body went limp from the post-orgasmic exhaustion. Strangely, even though the heat had subsided, his insides still itched. An unfulfilled desire lingered, a need to be scratched, to be filled.

A lewd sound echoed in the car as his cock slipped out of Jihwon’s mouth. Jihwon nonchalantly swallowed. But Chiyoon didn’t have time to feel embarrassed.

Jihwon pulled Chiyoon onto his lap.

“Mmph.”

A deep kiss followed. Chiyoon, dazed, surrendered to Jihwon. Their tongues tangled indiscriminately.

The air in the car was heated. He felt like he would melt in the heat. Jihwon, without breaking the kiss, frantically undressed. Even in his hazy state, he heard the buttons popping off.

“Ah, hngh…”

A thick arm wrapped around Chiyoon’s waist and pulled him closer. Chiyoon’s saliva-covered groin pressed against Jihwon. His cock, already hard again, grazed against Jihwon’s sculpted abs.

“Ha…”

Wet lips, glistening with an unknown fluid, let out a deep sigh. A gap formed between Chiyoon and Jihwon.

Jihwon’s beauty mark twitched as he smirked.

“For a first-timer, you’re good at getting hard. Impressive…”

Chiyoon panted, dazed.

The man’s body was like a long-lost ruin. His broad shoulders, thick torso, and sculpted muscles were like a statue of the ideal male form.

Yet, there was an untamed wildness to him. A thick serpent seemed to coil around him, from his right collarbone to his fingertips. The head of the serpent, with its sharp fangs, must be licking his cheek.

And the scars scattered across his body. Old wounds, torn and cut, had healed unevenly. He unconsciously touched a scar on Jihwon’s side. Jihwon flinched. A sharp pain echoed in Chiyoon’s lower abdomen.

“You’ve been staring at this a lot. Must really like it, huh?”

Jihwon ran his hand over his body as he spoke.

Chiyoon didn’t care how Jihwon perceived his gaze. He was certain now. That he needed more. He whispered in a hoarse voice,

“Honey… Let’s do more.”

“…Or did you like daddy’s mouth?”

“No, I want to kiss…”

The way he asked for a kiss was strangely awkward. Each syllable was so distinct that it sounded like he didn’t know what he was saying. Like a child mimicking adult words without understanding their meaning.

Chiyoon pressed his lips against Jihwon’s.

“This is driving me crazy…”

Jihwon chuckled.

It was childish, asking for a kiss while saying he wanted to do more. He seemed to have a rather sentimental side.

A slender arm wrapped around his neck, urging him on.

“Ah, mmph… Hurry…”

Chiyoon nuzzled Jihwon’s lips, rubbing his erection against his abs. A clear liquid oozed from the tip of his soft cock with each movement.

Jihwon sighed.

His thighs tensed as Chiyoon’s weight settled on him. The suit pants Chiyoon was grinding against became damp.

“…Will you stop teasing me so dangerously?”

Despite the soft words, his eyes darkened. He had already guessed that Chiyoon’s heat wouldn’t end with just one release.

He had intended to draw the line, but…

“But… the experiment, ngh, isn’t over yet…”

Chiyoon’s constant coaxing rendered his self-control useless. Every time those transparent eyes looked at him, it felt like his reason was being shredded.

“You really… don’t listen, do you, fuck…”

“Hngh, mmmph―!”

Their tongues tangled. Lewd sounds echoed in the car. Their lips were wet with saliva.

A thick scent of pheromones filled the humid car, adding weight and density to the air itself. It was a heavy, wet kiss.

Click.

“Ha, fuck…”

“Hngh, mm…”

The sound of a belt being unbuckled. Jihwon finished undressing Chiyoon, whose hoodie and jeans were soaked with fluids. Then he suddenly pulled away.

Instead, thick fingers filled the space.

“Honey, try sucking on daddy’s fingers properly.”

“Cough, gasp… gulp…”

Chiyoon coughed, wincing. The fingers filling his mouth poked at his throat. A demanding voice grated against his ears.

“That’s all you got?”

Jihwon’s fingers explored the inside of his mouth, pulling on his tongue, swirling around his palate and under his tongue.

Why was he doing this? Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Chiyoon choked, but he grabbed Jihwon’s forearms with both hands and bit down on his fingers like a teething animal.

A satisfied voice finally reached him.

“Good boy.”

Thud, thud. Dull sounds of friction mixed together.

His eyes widened.

Jihwon was holding his own cock in one hand. His dark, veiny cock was erect. His large hand stroked it up and down. It was about the size of Chiyoon’s wrist.

“What, never seen anyone jerk off before?”

“Wh-what…?”

His jaw dropped at the unfamiliar sight. Even in his dazed state, he couldn’t believe it. What was that? Were all those things in web novels and webtoons not lies?

Slap. Jihwon lightly slapped his soft buttocks with his other hand. Chiyoon shuddered.

“Hngh…!”

A crimson tongue licked his earlobe. A finger traced the rim of his wet hole. A shiver ran down his spine.

“Mm, hngh…”

“Bite harder… So this punk can come to his senses.”

His canines gnawed on Jihwon’s finger.

The muscles in Jihwon’s masculine jaw flexed. Saliva drooled from between his lips, which were stretched around his index and middle fingers. Only then did Jihwon smirk and pull his fingers out.

Chiyoon glanced at the handsome face close to him.

“Cough, what… is this, hngh… Fuck… this is awful…”

“I’ve been thinking since last time… I don’t mind being cursed at by you, honey.”

“What…? Ah, ugh…!”

A thick finger plunged into his hole. Chiyoon flinched, his body stiffening and trembling.

“Ah, hngh… Ah, it hurts…!”

Tears that had welled up in the corners of his eyes streamed down his cheeks. Water droplets traced a path down his flushed, heated cheeks, his sucked and licked lips, his saliva-covered naked body.

His small fists pounded against Jihwon’s firm chest.

“Hngh, it hurts…!”

Jihwon stared at Chiyoon for a moment, then buried his face in his neck. A sweet, erotic scent filled his nostrils. Chiyoon’s crying face was arousing.

“At my age, it’s fucking hard to hold back,” Jihwon thought, slowly releasing his pheromones into the car.

“Ngh…!”

Fluid seeped from Chiyoon’s hole. His saliva-covered fingers pressed against the inside. Whether rejecting or welcoming the intrusion, his untouched inner walls clenched around Jihwon’s fingers.

“Chiyoon, just, ha, bear with it for a little while.”

“What, hngh… Wh-what do you mean, bear with it…”

“You’ll be begging… for more soon enough.”

A lewd, whimpering sound came from his perineum. Jihwon added another finger, and then another. The feeling of intrusion was strange.

At the same time, a peculiar sensation spread through him. Like having an itch scratched. He wanted something more, further inside…

“Ngh, not there… Mmph…”

“You’re deep.”

“What does that…!”

His mind went blank.

“Hngh…!”

His body trembled, not from pain, but from a different sensation.

Startled, Chiyoon pulled away from Jihwon. Or rather, he tried to, but failed. A strong arm held his slender waist.

“You’re sensitive… so deep inside, you know?”

“Ah, hngh…!”

Jihwon’s fingers relentlessly poked at a single spot. With each thrust, his inner walls clenched. Chiyoon moaned.

“Hngh…! Mm!”

An overwhelming pleasure assaulted him. It felt like someone was repeatedly breaking and reconnecting the fuse in his mind.

“Do you know, or not?”

A low voice licked at his ear. A husky voice, thick with arousal. It didn’t match his actions—roughly poking at his lower lip, holding him tightly as if afraid he would escape.

“I don’t, hngh…!”

“You don’t know, my ass. You’re loving it.”

“Ngh…! Hngh, g-good… Ah!”

He tried to express himself, but he only ended up echoing Jihwon’s words. His mind wasn’t functioning properly. The sensation was so intense it felt like he was becoming an idiot.

“Hngh…! Ngh!”

Chiyoon bucked his hips, clumsily trying to grind against Jihwon, as if asking for deeper penetration. Their erections rubbed against each other. Overwhelmed by the simultaneous stimulation from both front and back, Chiyoon threw his head back.

“Ah… Hngh…!”

Watching him, Jihwon muttered,

“…Honey, shall we help each other out?”

He placed Chiyoon’s small, calloused hand on his own cock.

“Hngh…! Ah, mmmph…!”

Just holding it made Jihwon frown. At this rate, Chiyoon wouldn’t be able to make him cum even if he held it all day. But perhaps due to the omega’s scent in heat, his threshold for stimulation was low.

“I can’t tell who’s… the one in heat, fuck…”

“Hngh! Mmph…!”

Click

Jihwon suddenly pushed his seat back and turned Chiyoon around to face the steering wheel.

“Mmph… Ngh…”

Chiyoon flinched. His hole, now empty after four fingers were pulled out, quivered, leaking fluids. He felt a strange emptiness now that it was no longer filled.

“Wh-what… Hngh!”

Just as he was about to turn around, Jihwon pushed something between his thighs. And then, thud—a powerful thrust.

Thanks to the gap between the steering wheel and the seat, he avoided honking the horn. But the force of it made his slender body sway precariously. His legs, which had been tensing and relaxing repeatedly, were completely无力.

“Hngh…!”

Jihwon spread Chiyoon’s buttocks. His hole, pretty like its owner, quivered, spitting out fluids. Jihwon scolded him sternly,

“Maeng Chiyoon. Even if you’re out of it, keep your legs together.”

A large cock was pistoning between his white thighs. Precum and saliva acted as lubricant. Every time Jihwon thrust, their cocks brushed against each other, adding to the stimulation.

Chiyoon whimpered.

“Wh-what is this…!”

“What is it? I’m fucking you between your legs, can’t you see?”

“That’s not… Hngh! That’s not what I… Ugh!”

Jihwon held Chiyoon’s legs apart and thrust forcefully. The thick cock moved in and out, making the insides of his thighs redden.

But it definitely felt good.

“Hngh…! Mmph!”

It was just different from what he had imagined.

Even though he had only ever consumed beautiful and fantastical sex, he was an adult. He was old enough to distinguish between real sex and pseudo-sex. His insides still itched like crazy, so why…?

Chiyoon reached back blindly, grabbing at Jihwon, trying to turn his head.

“Why, ngh, why… aren’t you… inside…?”

Thud

“Ngh…!”

Jihwon wrapped one arm around Chiyoon’s torso and pushed his tip between his thighs. Even though he hadn’t entered him, Chiyoon’s legs trembled like aspen leaves.

A firm chest pressed against his back. They were both drenched in sweat.

A low, husky voice grazed his lower back.

“Honey… you need to get a sex-ed lesson… from your mother.”

Jihwon took off his belt and wrapped it around Chiyoon’s thighs, just above his knees. He buckled it on the second hole, tightening it around his thighs.

“Ha… not as good as baby’s, but it’s tight. So skinny.”

“Wh-what are you… doing…!”

Chiyoon squirmed, trembling from the stimulation. Before he could properly protest, fingers invaded his hole again. His wet insides greedily sucked on Jihwon’s fingers.

“Hngh…!”

Overwhelmed by the pleasure from both front and back, Chiyoon clawed at Jihwon’s arm. His small fingernails scratched at the serpent’s seemingly indestructible skin.

“Better now?”

“Ah, ugh… Hngh…”

With each syllable he uttered, Jihwon’s movements grew rougher. He thrust his fingers mercilessly, as if punishing him.

Jihwon growled,

“Now that you’re losing your virginity, you think about sticking your dick in somewhere. You little slut…”

“F-fuck… Wh-when did I… Ugh…! Ah…!”

Chiyoon didn’t even realize he was cursing as he moaned. His mind spun as Jihwon held his hips and moved him around.

Droplets of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his pink cock. He was leaking from behind as well. His hole, which had already devoured four fingers, was now gushing fluids, as if it would melt his bones.

His writhing, naked body was too thin. It looked like his skin would tear if Jihwon actually put his cock inside. If he got pregnant like this, would only his belly stick out? The thought made Jihwon bite Chiyoon’s shoulder hard.

“Ha, ngh…!”

Jihwon wasn’t in his right mind either. Having lewd thoughts while aroused by a kid…

He licked the bite mark on Chiyoon’s shoulder and whispered softly,

“We… ha… don’t have a condom.”

“Mmph… Ugh…!”

“Huh? If I put something… weird in there carelessly… it’ll be bad.”

Hearing that made him feel unjustly accused. “You should be the one carrying condoms,” he thought. “Why are you giving me a hard time when you’re so much older?”

At the same time, he felt strangely disappointed. His insides itched like crazy because of his heat, or whatever it was. If he was already this sensitive, what would happen if they actually had sex?

“You’re distracted.”

Jihwon grabbed Chiyoon’s cock as he spoke.

“Mmph…!”

“This old man is filling two of your holes, and you’re thinking about something else?”

“Hngh! W-wait…”

A large hand roughly pumped his cock. Jihwon’s touch was everywhere. He was being assaulted simultaneously from all sides.

Jihwon’s words were punctuated by his movements.

“You’re really… high-maintenance. I have to fill your ass, stimulate your thighs… and stroke your cock…”

“Ha, ngh…! Argh…”

Chiyoon’s back arched. An intense pleasure, so strong he couldn’t even straighten his toes, washed over him. He bucked his hips against Jihwon’s back.

“Hngh… G-good…!”

Ah, again. The mind-blanking sensation was back. Chiyoon desperately arched his back, seeking Jihwon’s lips.

“K-kiss… me…”

“Ha, you’re really bossing me around.”

One corner of Jihwon’s mouth twitched. But like an obedient dog, he bit Chiyoon’s plump lower lip.

“Stick your tongue out more.”

His muffled voice, distorted by their joined lips, vibrated against Chiyoon’s small chest. At the same time, thick fingers relentlessly poked at the sensitive spot inside his hole.

“Hngh… Mmph…!”

The moan he let out was swallowed by Jihwon’s mouth. He felt like he would burst from the pheromones filling him.

Jihwon gritted his teeth and groaned.

“Ha, ah…”

“Ngh…!”

Stars burst before his eyes. His semen, thinner than before, gushed between his thighs like urine, soaking his skin. His legs, bound by the belt, felt like they were melting.

“Mmph… Hngh…”

Chiyoon, still reeling from his orgasm, nipped at Jihwon’s lips and whimpered. The fingers slipped out of his hole.

Jihwon grabbed his round buttocks with both hands.

“…Honey, I’m going to be rough for a bit.”

Thud—! Thud! Jihwon thrust his hips with unrestrained force. Pushed back by the force, Chiyoon gripped the edge of the steering wheel, his hips thrust out towards Jihwon.

“I’m, close, ah, ugh…! I’m cumming…!”

His reddened thighs burned from the friction. But the feeling of their slick cocks rubbing against each other stimulated his sensitive nerves. His heightened senses pushed him to the edge.

“Hngh! Ah, ha…!”

Jihwon spread Chiyoon’s buttocks wide, then moved his hand, trying to grasp both their cocks at once. But they were too big for his hand.

Chiyoon, gathering his scattered wits, grabbed Jihwon’s cock. He muttered a sarcastic curse,

“F-fucking…”

With each thrust of Jihwon’s hips, the cock barely contained in his hand slid in and out. He ground his hand against it, muttering as if possessed,

“You’re… so fucking… impressive.”

“Mmph!”

A clear liquid coated the dark red tip. A pre-cum-like substance oozed from the dangling pink glans.

How long did it last? The feeling of impending orgasm returned. Jihwon seemed to be in a similar state, his smooth face contorted.

Their eyes met. It was their first time being this attuned to each other’s bodies, yet their tongues instinctively sought each other, like a habit. A desperate, breathless kiss followed.

“Hngh…!”

“Ha…”

Hot cum splattered onto his white and red thighs. An indistinguishable mix of fluids coated the car’s leather seats.

Chiyoon, his body limp, collapsed onto Jihwon. His mind was a muddled mess. He still felt feverish, his vision blurry.

A smooth face swam into his hazy view. He wondered what Jihwon was thinking.

And he wanted to tell him. That the experiment was a success, and Cha Jihwon had lost. He had to tell him…

His eyelids felt heavy. An irresistible drowsiness washed over him, and Chiyoon closed his eyes. It had been a long day.

🥂

There are times when you wake up without an alarm. When your biological clock has adapted to a certain routine. And when you’ve done something incredibly reckless. This time, both applied.

“…Crazy.”

Chiyoon’s eyes flew open as he cursed.

“Ah, ugh…!”

He abruptly sat up in bed, his body screaming in protest as if he had been launched by a spring. He winced and threw off the white blanket.

The sight before him was even more surreal than he had expected. He was naked under an oversized t-shirt, the hem damp with fluids, the insides of his thighs red and raw as if he had been whipped.

His sleepy mind finally woke up. Yesterday’s events came flooding back, clear as day.

Being kidnapped by some strange thugs, Cha Jihwon coming to rescue him, and then… having sex with him in his car.

“Crazy.”

It wasn’t regret. Just an acknowledgment of reality. How insane Maeng Chiyoon’s actions had been yesterday. He had been out of his mind in more ways than one.

Was this normal during heat? Honestly, he barely remembered being conscious, so he had no point of comparison. But he didn’t dwell on it for long.

‘But… what can I do? I can’t undo what happened.’

Chiyoon quickly put an end to his thoughts and looked around, running a hand through his messy hair.

The pre-dawn light filtered into the room. There were few clues as to where he was. The room contained only a bed and a tall floor lamp.

He felt like an idiot who had wandered into a model house and fallen asleep on a display bed. He was certain this wasn’t a place he knew.

Chiyoon wrinkled his nose and swung his legs off the bed. Every step sent a stinging pain through his thighs, making it difficult to walk. He felt like a newborn foal.

He realized he had to get back to the shop before opening time, though he doubted he’d be able to work properly today.

With that thought, Chiyoon turned the doorknob. He felt a strange sense of calm, a calmness that allowed him to have such leisurely thoughts. It was because of a strong conviction in his heart.

The scent of pheromones permeated every corner of the house. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had inhaled and swallowed so much of it yesterday that he was more sensitive to it, but the same scent that had suffocated him last night lingered in the air.

Click

As Chiyoon stepped out of the bedroom, the bathroom door opened and closed. Sharp eyes scanned him up and down.

“Why are you up so early?”

Jihwon asked casually.

He was dressed differently than before. Shirtless, with gray sweatpants. He looked like he had just showered.

It was a similar look to yesterday, yet somehow different, intriguing. Chiyoon stood still by the bedroom door, staring blankly at Jihwon. When he didn’t say anything, Jihwon strode towards him, drying his wet hair.

“The early bird gets the worm, huh?”

“Is this your house?”

A slightly damp hand patted Chiyoon’s cheek. The remaining moisture on his hand felt cool.

“Why? Did you think I’d take you somewhere else?”

He clicked his tongue.

Jihwon took Chiyoon’s hand and led him somewhere. Tap, tap. The sound of bare feet on the wooden floor echoed in the strangely quiet house.

Cha Jihwon’s house was similar to the bedroom. White walls, sparsely furnished. Excluding the built-in furniture, how many pieces of furniture had he actually added? Probably less than ten.

It was just like Jihwon’s office, which he had visited recently. A space devoid of any signs of life, as if someone had just moved in. That’s all it looked like.

“I can’t figure out your taste at all,” Chiyoon muttered.

“Why do you care about my taste?”

“Is it minimalism? Are you an environmentalist?”

“An environmentalist working for a construction company?”

“Or… do you actually not have any money?”

His small face creased with concern. Jihwon chuckled, amused. He pulled out a chair from the kitchen and sat Chiyoon down.

“Are you going to find another man if I don’t have money?”

“I’ll think about it. Honestly, with your face, you could probably make money just by standing in the middle of Apgujeong.”

“…I’d better not say I don’t have money, then.”

Several plastic bags were on the dining table. One had the logo of a pharmacy, the other a 24-hour porridge franchise.

Jihwon rummaged through one of the bags and pulled out a tube of ointment. He squeezed some onto his finger and knelt before Chiyoon.

“Baby, say ah.”

The man’s hand touched the bare skin of his thigh. Chiyoon flinched and closed his legs. It had been fine when he was alone, but Jihwon’s touch on the remnants of last night brought a rush of reality.

Until a moment ago… yes, it felt like he had had a wet dream. The past and present were separated, as if everything had happened in a dream. That was probably why he had been able to remain so calm.

But it wasn’t a wet dream, and it hadn’t happened in a dream. It was all real. He had actually… done that with this man. Something you’d only see in R-rated content.

His ears turned red.

“I won’t bite.”

Jihwon, watching him, placed his other hand, free of ointment, on Chiyoon’s knee. He gently pressed, spreading his legs apart.

“You were so demanding last night… and now you can’t even open your legs for me?”

Chiyoon glared at him.

“Why are you talking like that?”

A lukewarm hand trailed up his thigh, slipping between his legs. The ointment stung on his burning skin.

“Hngh…”

“Don’t make those noises.”

“What?”

“You’re still in heat.”

“Didn’t you know you’re still feverish?” Jihwon said calmly.

He had wondered why he was still leaking despite having showered at some point. It seemed to be a lingering effect of his heat.

“It didn’t go away completely because I didn’t properly take care of you. If we do more, you won’t be able to walk home.”

“…When did I say I wanted to do more?”

“People usually get that idea when they’re looking at me like that.”

Despite his words, Jihwon’s actions were gentle.

He carefully applied the ointment, as if there was no hidden meaning behind his actions. The ticklish sensation made Chiyoon bite his lip.

Come to think of it, he must have lost consciousness at some point. He wasn’t sure if he had fallen asleep or passed out, but Jihwon must have brought him here, washed him, and even bought medicine and porridge at this hour…

Had Cha Jihwon done all of this?

Chiyoon quietly observed Jihwon. The more he thought about it, the stranger this man seemed.

Jihwon was like a buoy bobbing in a stormy sea. He swayed up and down with the powerful waves that were Chiyoon, but he never sank below the surface. And he was slowly, steadily closing the distance, as if he would eventually be swept away.

It was the same now. He felt a renewed sense of excitement at the realization that he was inside Cha Jihwon’s house, the same Cha Jihwon who had only observed him from afar.

Now that he thought about it, there was something he needed to settle with him.

“There’s something more pressing.”

Chiyoon bent one knee and nudged Jihwon’s shoulder with his foot, the same shoulder he was applying ointment to.

Jihwon looked up at him, holding his slender ankle. His expression seemed to ask, “What’s wrong now?” Chiyoon spoke in a rather coy tone,

“So, we’re getting married now, right?”

His light brown hair was a mess, and he was wearing an oversized white t-shirt that reached his thighs. He seemed unconcerned that his movements could expose him.

It was far from an ideal proposal. Nevertheless, Chiyoon got straight to the point.

“I won.”

“…”

“Because you took my virginity.”

A chuckle filled the air.

Jihwon placed Chiyoon’s leg on his shoulder and slowly moved between his thighs, his scarred skin brushing against Chiyoon’s reddened thighs.

He swallowed hard.

“Honey, do you even know what ‘taking someone’s virginity’ means?”

“Isn’t that what that mister did to me yesterday?”

Chiyoon’s wide eyes narrowed playfully. Thick fingers traced his ointment-covered skin. Goosebumps rose, and Chiyoon shifted back slightly.

“Ha… That’s a bit ambiguous. I only took half of your virgin ass.”

Chiyoon frowned at his words.

“Honey.”

“Yes, honey?”

He chided Jihwon in a mock-serious tone.

“Don’t give me that bullshit about how it’s practically the same as not eating because you only ate half a plate at a restaurant.”

“…”

“Bad laws are still laws, hypocrisy is still a kind of virtue, and a contractual marriage is still a marriage. So isn’t pseudo-sex still sex? Is sex a divided nation? Can we unify it already? It’s annoying…”

Chiyoon warned him again,

“If you’re upset about only getting half, buy some condoms while you’re at the pharmacy. I’m settling this today.”

After Chiyoon’s rapid-fire words, Jihwon suddenly lowered his head, his broad shoulders shaking. He started chuckling.

Chiyoon punched Jihwon’s back.

“Hey, Cha Jihwon. Are you laughing at me?”

“Should I not be?”

A deep sigh brushed against his collarbone.

“Honey.”

Jihwon buried his face in Chiyoon’s shoulder and inhaled. The scent of Jihwon, which had been lingering in the house, now enveloped him.

“After all that last night, you still want to marry me?”

When Jihwon lifted his head, a water droplet from his hair landed on the bridge of Chiyoon’s nose.

They were close now. Close enough for their lips to touch. The sound of a heartbeat, he couldn’t tell whose, filled his ears.

“I’m really not as good a person as you think. There are a lot of worse bastards around me.”

He understood what Jihwon meant.

It would be absurd not to, after being kidnapped yesterday. Even in his hazy memory, the scenes of violence were as vivid as a knife’s edge.

“Just a one-year contractual marriage. Isn’t your time too precious to waste on something like that with me?”

Cha Jihwon might not be a good person.

It would be a misnomer to call someone who used a person’s hand as an ashtray, casually inflicted violence on men who looked like him, and didn’t bat an eye at the sight of blood, a good person.

But…

“But you came looking for me.”

A young kid he had only known for a month. They knew nothing about each other. They certainly weren’t supposed to be getting married, according to Jihwon’s original intentions.

Yet, Jihwon had come to Chiyoon.

He couldn’t define the feeling he had felt then. But when Cha Jihwon, who had been avoiding him all this time, appeared, Chiyoon felt a pure sense of relief. That this man would save him. Even though he himself hadn’t been sure.

“I’m explaining this one more time, just for you, so listen carefully.”

He didn’t know why Jihwon was doing this when he could easily find someone else. In this contradictory situation, the only thing he could trust was his own intuition. He could even call it stubbornness now.

Maeng Chiyoon had won, and Cha Jihwon had lost.

That was enough for now.

“The reason I keep following you around is because of you. Because you’re not completely awful to me.”

His heart pounded despite his calm tone.

“The bad guys I know aren’t like that.”

Chiyoon added with a grin,

“I’m young and have a lot of time, and I’m willing to waste that precious time on you, so don’t play hard to get.”

His wide smile was playful. His claim was audacious, almost arrogant.

Jihwon watched Chiyoon in silence for a long time. When the silence stretched like the vastness of space, he finally spoke.

🥂

Clang!

The chime on the shop door rattled violently. It was a loud, jarring sound, a far cry from a gentle chime. It sounded like someone banging on a gong.

All eyes inside the shop turned towards the entrance. Chiyoon stood there, catching his breath. He was hunched over, hands on his knees, panting as if he had run there in a hurry.

Jang Misin, who was preparing for the day’s opening in the kitchen, stormed out with fire in her eyes.

“Maeng Chiyoon! Do you want to die?!”

Her hand, clad in a pink rubber glove, shot up towards the ceiling, ready to strike her son’s back.

“And you turned off your phone! Are you trying to worry your mother to death?! I’ve been too lenient with you lately, haven’t I?”

“Chi-Chiyoon! My son! Where have you been?”

His mother’s voice was followed by his father’s, teary and worried, like a set menu. Heavy footsteps approached.

But Chiyoon couldn’t hear anything.

“Hey! Maeng Chiyoon!”

“…will.”

Just as his parents reached him, Chiyoon, who had been catching his breath, finally spoke. Alarmed by their son’s unusual demeanor, Misin and Mokju stopped in their tracks.

“I…”

Chiyoon continued, without looking at his parents who had frozen in place.

Thump-thump, his heart pounded in his ears. He had run all the way from the parking lot without taking a single breath. He had to, or it would all feel like a dream. He declared, as if to himself,

“I… I’m going to bring someone home to marry.”

Silence fell over Maeng’s Delicious Bossam.

[…Alright, fine.]

That’s what Cha Jihwon had said.

[I’ll be your husband for a year.]

He agreed to a contractual marriage with Maeng Chiyoon. He added a single clause, his voice heavy,

[But, if either of us wants a divorce for unavoidable reasons during the contract period, we’ll separate. …Let’s do it that way.]

His grandmother, grandfather, mother, and father were now gathered around him, their mouths agape. Chiyoon looked them straight in the eye, his gaze unwavering.

“I’m getting married!”

He declared in a clear voice.

“What?!”

At 9 a.m., just like any other day, a loud shriek, like a firecracker, erupted from the entrance of Maeng’s Delicious Bossam.