Red Mansion

Chapter 32 - Scar Left on the Left Hand (4)



But on that early morning when he was left alone in the darkness, like in room 422, his mind snapped awake as if from a deep sleep. The illusions and hallucinations faded, and the past two years came back into sharp focus. Remembering those realities was not difficult.His mother being loaded into a truck, the hallucinations and voices tormenting him every night, the green pills stuck under the fan, the acts shared with Chungrim who only watched, and the chilling sound of the key turning to lock him in room 422, all of it came back.“To stay with Hyung, I have to keep acting like this.”He now knew what Chungrim disliked and what made him smile. If he behaved docilely to please him, Chungrim wouldn’t abandon him and would keep him close for a long time.Of course, he couldn’t let any of this show. He had to become the person Chungrim wanted from the start. There would be no second mistake. Sung-kyung remembered the cold, damp room 422 and exactly how many times the blunt blade had scraped his wrist.“It’s okay that he lied about my parents’ deaths. They’re already gone… Thinking the way Hyung told me to has made me feel better. So don’t tell anyone, okay?”Sung-kyung’s voice turned harsh as he anxiously continued. Cheolmin smiled and nodded. The conversation was erratic, and his mood swings were severe, but now the symptoms were clear.“I won’t say anything. Just don’t hide anything from me, okay? That way, you’ll get better quickly and stay with your guardian longer, right?”“Yes.”Sung-kyung bowed his head and smiled. Without a hat and with short bangs, his sinister smile was fully visible to Cheolmin.“…”This is going to take a while. Cheolmin jotted something down on the papers in front of him.“Maintaining a regular routine is important. Sleeping at night and being active during the day. It sounds simple but is hard to do. How’s your daily routine?”“I wash up and go to bed around 10 PM, wake up at 9 AM, have breakfast. During the day…”Sung-kyung continued to speak, still in a disorganized manner. He suddenly shared his thoughts about Chungrim or explained in detail how he played with the cat. An hour passed quickly this way.“See you next week.”“By the way, do you see this?”Sung-kyung abruptly rolled up his sleeve. His pale, thin arm showed only old scars. Cheolmin tilted his head.“Are you talking about the scars?”“No, the bugs. They look like mites.”It was a common symptom among those who used drugs, a delusion of bugs crawling on their skin, leading them to scratch or obsessively wash. Despite stopping the medication, the side effects seemed to linger. Cheolmin shook his head and smiled gently.“I don’t see anything. Is it itchy?”Sung-kyung’s face showed a brief look of confusion at the soft response.“Yes… Then, does it smell strange?”“No, just a very nice, fresh scent.”“I see. Thank you.”Wearing his hat low, Sung-kyung left the counseling room with a lightened face. At the sound of the door opening, Chungrim, who had been sitting on the sofa, quickly approached. That cool scent he always noticed when Chungrim was near was now coming from him too, which thrilled him. He no longer smelled of damp laundry or poverty; Chungrim’s scent had completely taken over him.“Hyung.”“What did you talk about?”Chungrim asked, casting a nervous glance at the counseling room door. He was dying to know what went on inside, considering he had no acquaintances who had undergone such counseling and was not allowed to accompany him. He wondered if he should send a recording device next time.“Just what I did today, what I ate, what I like.”“That’s all?”Sung-kyung deliberately held Chungrim’s coat weakly with his left hand. He felt Chungrim’s gaze land on his left hand.“Yes. He only asked ordinary things.”After staring at his wrist for a long time, Chungrim placed a hand on his shoulder. They were now so close that the fresh scent emanated from both of them. Sung-kyung bowed his head slightly to hide his smile. His eyes gleamed mysteriously under the shadow of his hat.“If he says anything weird, just come out. Got it?”“Yes.”As the two men walked down the hospital corridor closely, curious glances occasionally followed them, but they paid no attention.***Sung-kyung knew everything, while Chungrim was in the dark. Snow fell, tree branches grew bare, and the dynamic between them changed. Sung-kyung repeatedly tested Chungrim to confirm his own standing.Whenever he thought of his deceased parents or recalled being abandoned in room 422, he would. He would wake up at night and sit idly, scratch his neck or wrist with his nails, cover his ears and close his eyes, or mention that it felt like bugs were crawling on his skin.Then Chungrim would pull him into a tight embrace, displaying extreme anxiety. Feeling his rapid heartbeat would calm Sung-kyung.He was aware of Chungrim’s increasing nervousness but couldn’t help it. It was his punishment for leaving him in room 422. “Punishment” wasn’t only something Chungrim could give. Now, Sung-kyung could also punish Chungrim and control him.He wanted Chungrim to experience the same emotions he had felt. All of this was because Kim Sung-kyung loved Kwon Chungrim. He knew that Chungrim accepted his punishment meekly because he liked him.Today, he used another method to trigger Chungrim’s anxiety. He opened the drawer containing the keys to room 422 and kiosk 3 and just stared at them.The reason for this was simple. Chungrim had locked himself in his room for over 20 minutes during their call and he had heard faint laughter through the door. Whoever it was, Chungrim had forgotten about him and Mero for that moment. He couldn’t stand it.“Kim Sung-kyung.”While he was sleeping, he heard a voice calling his name out of habit. It seemed like he was awake. Sung-kyung continued to look down at the drawer without moving. His eyes were bloodshot from not blinking.There were sounds of fumbling with the sheets, movements of someone waking up startled, and Chungrim running toward where Sung-kyung was standing. The force with which Chungrim hugged him made Sung-kyung step back. Chungrim’s large palm covered his eyes.“…What time is it? Why aren’t you sleeping?”Thump thump. The rapid heartbeat behind him was transmitted. Now he could breathe again. This kept Sung-kyung alive: the heartbeat of Chungrim, who reacted solely to him. He felt like he was about to smile. With Chungrim’s large hand covering his eyes and cheeks, he had to force himself not to laugh. Without seeing, Sung-kyung reached toward the drawer.“Hyung, my thing is here.”“There’s nothing of yours here.”Chungrim’s Adam’s apple moved slowly as his gaze gradually shifted in that direction. The thin fingers pointed to the empty space next to the neatly placed keys. Chungrim’s gaze rested sensitively on the fingertips. Could it be that he remembered the key, thought about Red Mansion again?“My pen. I think I left it here, but it’s gone.”At the sudden mention of the pen, a faint sigh escaped from behind him. Chungrim probably thought it was a relief that he didn’t recognize the key. The area around his ear, touched by Chungrim’s breath, felt slightly warm.“Why are you looking for it suddenly in the middle of the night? Look for it in the morning.”“I really need to use it. I’m afraid I’ll forget by tomorrow.”The large palm covering Sung-kyung’s closed eyelashes tightened. Chungrim pulled the thin body toward the bed. Sung-kyung let himself be pulled along.“Look for it tomorrow. I won’t forget.”As long as I remember, it’s fine. You don’t need to remember anything. It’s okay. You can forget everything. Chungrim repeated this to himself until Sung-kyung lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Hearing the almost brainwashing tone, Sung-kyung finally let out a sigh of relief.Kwon Chungrim thinks I’m special.Just like what was written on the right page of the notebook on page 23. Just like on that rainy day, Chungrim still thought of him as special. Feeling that fact with his entire body, Sung-kyung fell asleep peacefully.Meanwhile, Chungrim’s anxiety did not subside even in the darkness. His restless gaze stubbornly focused on the thin figure lying sideways, even in the pitch black. Until Sung-kyung sank into unconsciousness and his breathing became steady, various thoughts ran through Chungrim’s mind.Did he recognize which key it was? Could he see it in the dark? Would he find it strange that I have the keys to the house and the store? Why was Kim Sung-kyung looking in there? Was he really looking for a pen? Since he came home from the hospital, has he ever used a pen? All I’ve seen in his white hands were color pencils with round tips.“…”The anxious gaze did not leave Sung-kyung’s side until dawn.As soon as the day broke, Chungrim hassled his underling. He told them to contact the newly elected mayor. It might seem like taking it out on them, but he didn’t want that old doctor to have even one more peaceful day. Fortunately, the mayor was known for his long-standing disdain for Red Mansion. That’s why the higher-ups were also in a hurry to dispose of the mansion.He didn’t expect to still own Red Mansion. Since he was the owner, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to make a deal around now.It didn’t even take a whole day to get a reply. The call was from the mayor.― This is Mayor Jang Eunmyung. I heard that the owner of Red Mansion wants to talk to me.“Ah, Mayor? I should’ve sent a bouquet first. I lack tact.”― …Just the thought is enough. Actually, I was planning to send an official document regarding Red Mansion soon. For various reasons, it’s hard to enumerate. It seems we’ve been turning a blind eye so far, but that won’t be possible anymore.Chungrim held off on mentioning his plan to demolish the mansion. It would be disadvantageous to reveal his cards in this deal.“You must really dislike the sight of the mansion.”― It doesn’t look good, even aesthetically, does it?“Haha. So you like something flashy? I guess we have similar tastes.”There was a frustrated sigh on the other end of the call.― To avoid wasting money, we’ll handle the cleanup of Red Mansion ourselves.“How do you plan to clean up my land and my building?”Leaning back in his chair, Chungrim stared at the split-screen on his tablet. Kim Sung-kyung scribbling in his notebook with colored pencils and Mero quietly sitting beside him. Seeing the two well-behaved, his mind felt at ease.Despite the taunting tone, the mayor persisted in the conversation. Only after some time did Chungrim reluctantly bring up the main point.“Want me to handle it for you? If you demolish Red Mansion during your term, it’ll boost your image.”― …It sounds like there’s a condition.“Of course, I’m talking to someone sharp. A recently imprisoned unlicensed doctor from the mansion—get him out.”― …“That bastard’s been operating without a license for over 20 years, right? Isn’t it a waste to feed him with state money in prison? We’ll take care of him. Just get him out, and I’ll think about the demolition.”― …Hmm.“I’m not asking for money, am I? What’s there to worry about?”Mayor Jang maintained his silence. Maybe it’s because it’s not a legal process. But considering the value of the offer, he’d probably be tempted.― Is that your only condition?“Yes.”The arrogant answer, with no hint of respect, was met with prolonged silence from the mayor.― It’s a difficult request to fulfill immediately. I’ll consider it and get back to you.The call ended abruptly. But Chungrim had a sense of the situation. The offer to demolish Red Mansion wasn’t something trivial. He was confident that the silence over the phone would soon turn into a positive response.“Damn, ‘consider it’ my foot.”People with education always spoke like that. Vague answers that neither confirmed nor denied, leaving them room to maneuver. All the while being perfectly capable of getting things done for their own benefit.Even while asleep, a voice calling his name out of habit was heard. He must have woken up. Sung-kyung looked down at the drawer without moving. His eyes were red from not blinking.The sound of groping for the sheets, the sudden movement of getting up, and then Kwon Chungrim running straight towards him. The force of Chungrim’s embrace made Sung-kyung step back. Chungrim’s large palm covered his eyes.“……What time is it? What are you doing, not sleeping?”Thump thump. The rapid heartbeat pounded from behind him. Only then did he feel relieved. This was what kept Sung-kyung alive. The chest of Kwon Chungrim reacting solely to him. It made him want to smile. He had to suppress it, fearing the laughter might seep through Chungrim’s large hand that covered his eyes and cheeks. Though he couldn’t see, Sung-kyung reached out towards the drawer.“Hyung. Here, it’s mine.”“There’s nothing of yours here.”Chungrim’s Adam’s apple moved slowly, and his gaze gradually shifted in that direction. His dry fingers pointed to an empty space beside the neatly placed keys. Chungrim’s eyes lingered sensitively on the fingertip. Did he remember the key, did he recall the Red Mansion?“My pen. I think I left it here, but it’s not here.”A soft sigh came from behind at the unexpected request for a pen. Chungrim must be relieved he didn’t recognize the key. The spot where his breath touched his ear felt slightly warm.“Why are you looking for that suddenly in the middle of the night? Find it in the morning.”“I really need it. I’m afraid I’ll forget by tomorrow.”The large palm covering his long eyelashes exerted more pressure. He pulled Sung-kyung’s frail body towards the bed. Sung-kyung complied.“Find it tomorrow. I won’t forget.”As long as I remember, you don’t need to remember anything. It’s okay. You can forget everything. Chungrim repeated those words until Sung-kyung lay down and fell asleep. Listening to that nearly brainwashing tone, Sung-kyung could finally exhale a breath of relief.Kwon Chungrim thinks I’m special.Words written on the right page of note 23. Like those words written on a day during a sticky monsoon. Kwon Chungrim still thinks I’m special. Feeling that with his entire being, he fell asleep peacefully.In contrast, Chungrim’s anxiety did not subside in the darkness. His glistening gaze persistently watched the dry figure lying sideways even in the pitch dark. Until Sung-kyung sank into unconsciousness, his breathing becoming even. Various thoughts crossed his mind.Did he realize what kind of key it was? Could he see it in the dark? Did he find it strange that I have the keys to the house and the store? Why was Kim Sung-kyung looking in there? Was he really looking for a pen? But… has Kim Sung-kyung used a pen since he came to this house after being discharged? Everything in his white hands was round-tipped colored pencils.“……”The gaze, engulfed by anxiety, stayed by Sung-kyung’s side until dawn.As soon as it got light, he started pestering the person below him. He demanded that they contact the newly elected mayor. It felt like he was venting his anger, but he didn’t want that old doctor bastard to sleep comfortably for even one more day. Fortunately, the mayor was known to have been against the Red Mansion from the beginning. His older brothers were also in a hurry to sell the mansion.He didn’t expect to still have the Red Mansion now. Anyway, since he was the owner, he thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try a deal now.It didn’t even take a day to get a response. It was the mayor who called.“This is Mayor Jang Eunmyung. I heard the owner of the Red Mansion wants to talk to me.”“Oh, Mayor? I should have sent a flower basket first. I lack sense.”“……I’ll accept the thought. I was about to send a related official document to you soon. For various reasons, it’s hard to list them all, but I don’t think we can turn a blind eye anymore.”He decided to keep the plan to demolish the mansion hidden for now. Revealing the card first would be disadvantageous in this deal.“It seems you really don’t like the mansion.”“The Red Mansion doesn’t look good aesthetically, does it?”“Haha. You like flashy things, huh? Looks like we have similar tastes.”The mayor sighed in annoyance at the gradually provoking words.“To avoid wasting money, we’ll clean up the mansion on our end.”“How would you do that? How are you going to clean up my land and my building?”Chungrim leaned back in his chair and stared at the split screen on his pad. Kim Sung-kyung, scribbling in the notebook with colored pencils, and Mero sitting quietly beside him. Seeing the two behaving so well made him feel at ease.Despite the provoking sarcasm, the mayor continued the call persistently. Only after a long while did Chungrim finally get to the point as if doing a favor.“Should I clean it up for you so you don’t have to worry? If the Red Mansion is demolished during your term, it will enhance your reputation.”“……It seems there’s a condition. What is it?”“As expected, talking to a smart person is easy. A quack doctor from the mansion would have gone to jail recently. Get him out.”“……”“That bastard has been operating without a license for over 20 years. Isn’t it a waste to feed him with the country’s money in prison? We’ll take care of him ourselves, just get him out. Then I’ll consider the demolition.”“……Hmm.”“I’m not asking for money. Why hesitate?”Mayor Jang Eunmyung did not give a definite answer. Maybe because it was not a legal procedure. But considering the considerable reward, he must be thinking about it.“Is that your condition?”“Yes.”The rude answer made it clear he didn’t know how to speak politely. The mayor maintained a long silence.“It’s a difficult task, so I can’t answer rashly. I’ll consider it and contact you later.”The call ended unilaterally. But Chungrim read the atmosphere to some extent. For a proposal to demolish the Red Mansion, it wasn’t much. He was confident that the silence beyond the phone would soon turn into a positive response.“Later, my ass.”Educated bastards always talked like that. Ambiguous answers that didn’t commit to anything, just hedging their bets. Yet, when it came to their own benefit, there was nothing they couldn’t do.So Chungrim became even more certain. That quack would soon be out of prison. He was glad he had imprisoned him, so his brothers couldn’t continue to back him. It wouldn’t be hard to get him out in time for the demolition.“I’ll get a call soon.”He stretched and got up from his seat. Watching through the screen wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel Kim Sung-kyung in his hands.“Hey, it’s time for your meds.”“Yes.”Sung-kyung put down the colored pencil and pushed the notebook aside.“Take it and stay in the sunroom.”“……Yes.”The answer was slightly delayed as he drank water to swallow the pills. Nodding, Sung-kyung obediently sat on the floor of the sunroom.Taking his meds, counseling, getting sunlight, and exercising for a certain period were all important. Chungrim managed all of that. Sung-kyung didn’t even know what meds he took in the morning or at night. He just moved as Chungrim gave or took him.24 hours a day, under Chungrim’s meticulous control, being monitored and managed, wasn’t unpleasant. Sung-kyung, who had memories of taking care of his parents, knew well how much affection and attention was needed to care for someone.“Hyung suits flashy and clean things well.”At the sudden remark, Chungrim raised his eyebrows. He looked sensitive, as if wondering if Sung-kyung had regained his memory.“Why say that suddenly?”Sung-kyung ran his palm over the well-maintained carpet. The texture was on a different level from the cracked and peeling paint floor of the Red Mansion. Sometimes he wondered why Chungrim had taken an interest in someone like him from such a shabby store. But now, the reason didn’t matter. Ultimately, he was by Chungrim’s side, and Chungrim was by his.“I just suddenly thought of the store. It must have been small and hot for you. Didn’t suit you at all.”Chungrim knelt in front of Sung-kyung, aligning their eye levels. His eyebrows briefly raised and then lowered, looking displeased.“Why suddenly think of the store?”He rounded his thumb and middle finger, then flicked them against Sung-kyung’s forehead. The small contact was like a gentle tap. Sung-kyung rubbed his forehead with his palm. It didn’t hurt, but he kept rubbing it, thinking the redness would soon disappear.“I don’t know. Really just suddenly… It’s amazing to be with you.”Chungrim particularly disliked bringing up the store. Knowing this, Sung-kyung still mentioned it.Sometimes, saying foolish things pleased Chungrim. Knowing this, Sung-kyung spoke up. To make Chungrim pity him more and find him endearing. Chungrim, chuckling with his head down, reached out his hand.“Whether it’s the mansion or the store, it was shitty. But I did everything there.”A large hand touched his chin and lips as if caressing his cheek. Memories of being told to suck below out of curiosity lingered there. The hand slowly descended to hisneck. The night he strangled Kim Sung-kyung, who spouted nonsense and heard hallucinations but never included himself in those hallucinations, was vivid.“……Really?”Chungrim’s hand, trailing down his shoulder and arm, eventually gripped his wrist. The place where he fastened the wristwatch and chain to prevent scratching. The place where blood surged no matter how much it was suppressed. Though the wounds healed, the smell of blood seemed to linger. Gripping his dry wrist tightly as if to stop the bleeding, Chungrim closed his eyes. Under his eyelids, the blood-soaked floor reappeared.“Yeah. Back then, you only watched me, and I…”Chungrim’s thumb traced the now faded scar. The throbbing pulse was felt clearly. Chungrim took a deep breath.“That’s how it was.”But such nightmares are something only I should remember. Kim Sung-kyung doesn’t need to know these things. Chungrim knew well now. Kim Sung-kyung’s life was something he could never control forever.“……It’s the same now.”“Yeah.”Chungrim answered with closed eyes. So Sung-kyung could laugh freely. Chungrim’s lie, which covered the past with himself, was welcome. Knowing it wasn’t true, he still hoped it was all true.Chungrim’s hand was gripping his wrist so tightly that the veins stood out on the back of his hand. Sung-kyung glanced at the notebook set aside. It was now as familiar to Chungrim as it was to him.The empty pages were being filled with words Chungrim would like. Control me more. Be more satisfied. Watch me more. Brainwash me more. Restrain me more. Be more anxious. Suffer more. Yearn more. As much as I want.Sung-kyung swallowed his laughter, and his throat slowly moved.With all the lights turned off, Chungrim lay down in the blankets where he could hear Sung-kyung’s breathing. The sound of his steady, wheezy breaths, the warmth of his body, and the feel of his soft skin filled him with satisfaction. There were times when he was desperate to bury his lips in that white skin. In those moments, he’d bury his nose between the open collar of Sung-kyung’s pajama top, inhaling deeply, and then let his tongue out to taste him.“Ah.”It was now past 2 a.m., the time when Sung-kyung was the weakest and would babble about hearing hallucinations. Therefore, Chungrim couldn’t wake up Sung-kyung, who was sleeping soundly with a peaceful expression.Chungrim became increasingly troubled by the tightness below. His breathing grew rougher as he buried his nose in the nape of Sung-kyung’s neck and inhaled. His hands moved more intently, caressing Sung-kyung’s waist through the thin pajamas and stroking his thigh. He pushed his hand into Sung-kyung’s pants, gripping his groin tightly. Sung-kyung’s penis, hidden beneath his underwear, brushed against the back of Chungrim’s hand. Chungrim furrowed his brows and let out a long groan.“I’m going crazy.”He was on the verge of losing his mind with the desire to penetrate him. If he were completely ignorant, it might not have been this bad, but knowing exactly where to touch to elicit a response made his body burn with anticipation. He wanted to throw off the blankets, spread Sung-kyung’s legs, and shove himself inside.In the end, Chungrim got up, ruffling his hair. It might be laughable to handle this alone at his age, but there was no other choice.He passed through the dimly lit living room and headed to the bathroom. He turned the lever and stepped into the stream of water. Cold water drenched his hair and cascaded down his heated shoulders and chest. Despite the cold water, his erection, stiff beneath his navel, wouldn’t subside.Clenching his lower lip, Chungrim gripped his penis. Even the slow movements of his fingers, wrapping around and stroking up and down, quickly excited him, making his breathing ragged.“Ah, hoo—”His dark red penis appeared and disappeared between his fingers repeatedly. Pre-cum began to bead at the tip. Chungrim closed his eyes. Naturally, he thought of Sung-kyung. The night it rained, rubbing his penis between Sung-kyung’s skinny thighs in the cramped store. The impulsive night he dug in and made him bleed.The pleasure he felt from being with him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. The lewd sight of his penis entering the tight hole that could barely accommodate two fingers. The squelching, wet sounds. The almost suffocating tightness and the hot, clinging inner walls. All of it was etched into his brain and wouldn’t fade.“Kim Sung-kyung… Ah—”His voice trailed off. His palm slapped against his scrotum as he gripped and released roughly. His hand moved faster, and Chungrim’s moans grew louder. His thighs tensed with firm effort.Consciously tightening his grip, Chungrim mimicked the pressure of Sung-kyung’s insides. The heightened excitement from the adequate pressure made him even more aroused.“Fuck, ah, Kim Sung-kyung…”He, who had never imagined fucking a man’s hole, now jerked off thinking of Kim Sung-kyung. He was completely obsessed with the man’s body. Gritting his teeth so hard his jaw muscles bulged, Chungrim shook his hand more vigorously.In the cramped store, Kim Sung-kyung, kneeling and holding his penis in his mouth. His cheeks bulging out with the shape of the glans. His wet eyes looking up, the mole under them, and his torn lips.“Ugh—”A tingling sensation rose from below his navel, tightening his body. As he neared climax, Chungrim bit down hard on the tender flesh below his lip. Soon, semen spurted out, wetting his hand and lower abdomen. The milky fluid scattered on the bathroom floor, following the stream of water from the shower.Panting heavily, Chungrim brushed his hair back. Despite ejaculating, his excitement didn’t subside easily. Probably because the object of his desire was nearby. Chungrim stayed under the cold water for a long time, trying to cool down his body.Only when his skin felt chilled did he abruptly open the bathroom door. Feeling anxious about how much time had passed, his movements were hurried.“…”Chungrim, stepping out, stopped abruptly. In the dimly lit powder room just outside the bathroom, a small figure was curled up, sitting. Almost passing by unnoticed, Chungrim narrowed his eyes, focusing on the shape.“Why are you here instead of sleeping?”Sung-kyung, who had his face buried in his knees, slowly lifted his head. His bangs, barely covering half his forehead, had grown to just above his eyebrows.“I woke up and you weren’t there.”His eyes were red as he looked up. Had he been crying? Chungrim frowned and knelt in front of him. The cool scent of the water spread with his every move.“I didn’t expect you to wake up.”As he bent his knees and sat down, his gown opened, revealing his firm thighs. Sung-kyung glanced down at them and continued speaking.“Did you masturbate?”At the quiet question, Chungrim laughed out loud. His hair, merely wiped dry, shook as he chuckled. Even with his memory loss, Kim Sung-kyung was still Kim Sung-kyung.“Did you hear?”Being right outside the bathroom, he might have heard Chungrim’s moans. Chungrim grabbed Sung-kyung’s nape with one hand, pulling him slightly closer. Their faces drew near.“You heard me jerking off while calling your name. You must have heard everything?”His black eyes burned with an intensity that seemed ready to devour Sung-kyung. Sung-kyung didn’t blink, not wanting to escape that gaze.“Yes.”He grinned, curling his lips upward. The sound of water, reminiscent of rain, the sound of skin against skin, faint moans, and the voice calling his name. He took it all in, with his ear pressed against the bathroom door, not missing a single detail.“I did it alone, thinking of you. Why did you come here?”“I tried to leave. But I couldn’t.”Instead of speaking, Sung-kyung rubbed the waistband of his pajamas. Chungrim flicked away the hand scratching below Sung-kyung’s navel and lifted his top with a finger. The front of his pants was bulging.“You perverted brat.”Even while swearing, Chungrim’s face lit up with a small smile. He felt the heat rising again to his lower body. Every vein in his body seemed ready to burst with heat. Maybe trying to be considerate was a waste of time.“I should’ve just fucked you. We had time for another round.”Chungrim wrapped Sung-kyung’s thin arms around his neck. Then he pulled down his pants and underwear in one go, lifting Sung-kyung by his hips. He placed Sung-kyung on the edge of the vanity in the powder room. Sung-kyung’s erection prodded Chungrim’s lower abdomen.“Do it. Just like I did.”“……”Sung-kyung shivered at the whispered words, exhaling harshly. Then, using his unsteady left hand, he grasped his own penis. Chungrim grew impatient at the slow movements. He wet his lower lip with his hot tongue and watched Sung-kyung’s masturbation closely. The tip of Sung-kyung’s glans glistened for a moment before his dry hand fell away.“I, I can’t do it. Can you do it for me?”Chungrim wiped the reddened corners of Sung-kyung’s eyes with his thumb. He then lifted the soft edge of his pajama top and put it into Sung-kyung’s mouth. He raised Sung-kyung’s right hand to his exposed nipple. It was the hand that could move more freely.“Shake this instead of your cock.”“Ugh—.”The fabric in Sung-kyung’s mouth started to get soaked with saliva. Chungrim swallowed his hot saliva and lowered himself. He grasped Sung-kyung’s penis with his thumb and slowly stroked it. Sung-kyung twisted his waist and moaned. Chungrim licked his lips and watched that expression intently.“Uh.”Fluid spread from the glans to the underside of Chungrim’s hand. As the sticky liquid mingled between the wrinkles and fingerprints, the movement became smoother. The speed of the hand shaking the penis increased, and Chungrim lowered himself to bring the shaft closer to his mouth.“Fuck, I sucked your hole; can’t I suck your cock? Right? Ah, you don’t remember.”Leaning against the mirror, Sung-kyung lowered his eyes. He didn’t seem capable of answering. Seeing his disheveled hair pressed against the mirror made Chungrim’s throat itch. He wanted to devour even that.Chungrim took the penis into his mouth with his saliva-wet lips. He flattened his tongue and licked the wrinkled shaft, tightening his lips to suck hard. Tilting his head, he slid his tongue down the shaft and licked the round scrotum.“Ugh.”Grasping Sung-kyung’s thighs, which he had been imagining while masturbating, he sucked and licked the penis greedily. At the same time, he inserted his fingers between Sung-kyung’s buttocks.“Ugh…!”Sung-kyung groaned at the intruding sensation below. Chungrim probed inside with his middle finger while simultaneously licking the glans with his tongue. Sung-kyung’s knees jerked, and his body shuddered.Without averting his gaze, Chungrim scrutinized every expression on Sung-kyung’s face. He then inserted his index finger as well, rolling it inside. The entrance tightened, and Sung-kyung’s buttocks lifted. Each time, the erect penis pushed deeper into Chungrim’s throat, as if desperate to penetrate further into his mouth.Chungrim’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. It was cute how Sung-kyung, who couldn’t even remember having sex, was getting so excited. He spread his middle and index fingers, loosening the tight entrance. The wet, humid inner walls clenched his fingers tightly.Chungrim pressed deeper, stimulating the more textured spots inside. Soon, his fingertips touched a particularly bumpy area.“Ah, ah!”Sung-kyung let go of the shirt he was biting and finally cried out. The pajama fabric he had been biting was drenched in saliva. The glans started to feel wet.Chungrim spread his tongue wide and licked around the glans. The prominent veins were fully felt by his sensitive tongue. While Sung-kyung moaned and twisted his body, Chungrim’s fingers moved more roughly inside the wet hole.“Ah, it’s too much, hyung….”“Too much, what? Feels good?”Each time Chungrim spread his fingers, a moist sound followed. He exhaled hotly and took the penis back into his mouth. Sung-kyung’s thin thighs trembled before releasing semen into Chungrim’s mouth. Chungrim tightened his throat, swallowing all the bitter liquid. Even as Sung-kyung grabbed his hair and pushed his shoulder, struggling, Chungrim didn’t budge. His fingers continued to thrust inside.“L-let go of your mouth.”“Tastes terrible.”Chungrim laughed as he sucked the remaining semen from his lips. Only then did his wet fingers, which had been scraping the inner walls, come out. Sung-kyung’s body shuddered.Chungrim opened his loosely tied gown and stroked his own erect penis. Though he had just ejaculated, it felt heavy, ready to burst from sucking Sung-kyung’s cock.“Know what it tastes like?”Chungrim scanned his surroundings with a sharp gaze. He grabbed a lotion bottle from the dressing table, twisted the cap open with his thumb. Thud—. The cap rolled smoothly away.He immediately poured the lotion with a subtle scent onto his lower abdomen. The milky liquid dripped like semen. His erect penis rubbed against the sticky liquid. Chungrim hurriedly spread the lotion on his penis.“Ah….”“Like cheap candy. The kind they sold in your school store, damn it.”“I, I don’t know….”Sung-kyung seemed completely overwhelmed by pleasure. He rubbed his head against the mirror, muttering that he didn’t know. Since he hadn’t had sex since being discharged and lost his memory, he was probably very excited, thinking it was his first time with Chungrim. At least Sung-kyung’s first remembered sex wasn’t bending over in the school store, showing only his back.Chungrim laughed, lifting Sung-kyung’s limp thighs over his shoulders. Sung-kyung leaned back against the mirror, half lying down. His slippery buttocks pressed close to Chungrim’s lower body.“Look at you, begging to be fucked. You’re so damn horny.”“Ah, slowly.”After shaking his erect penis a few more times, liquid beads formed at the tip. Before it could mix with the lotion, he pressed the glans against the twitching entrance. The opening tightened and released, slowly swallowing the glans.“It’s tight, even though it’s been loosened.”Maybe because it had been a while, penetration was difficult. Chungrim pushed his waist further, barely inserting the glans. But his thick, hard penis just slid against the perineum and bounced back.“Fuck.”


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