IPSTDS Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Those words about wanting to go to his room made Nahyuk’s mouth go dry. He already felt dampness spreading inside his underwear.

Though Lee Kangil had seemed cooled off a moment ago, he now looked at Nahyuk with languid eyes, brimming with heat. He didn’t seem opposed to the suggestion at all.

“You’ve gotten better at seducing me.”

Kangil clasped Nahyuk’s hand firmly, where only their fingertips had been touching before. Nahyuk felt sure something was about to happen.

But then, his phone—which usually stayed so quiet he often wondered if it was broken—buzzed again, unusually often for today.

Kangil glanced down at the device in his other hand with an exasperated look. Once again, the vibration went on and on.

“Don’t tell me it’s Seo Dowoong again?”

“No, it’s an unsaved number. Should I answer it?”

“I’ll take it.”

Whoever was interrupting at such an important moment, Nahyuk needed to know for himself. He snatched the phone with a rough motion.

“Hello.”

His voice came out lower and calmer than he expected.

A harsh voice rumbled back from the other end.

– Yoon Noah, been well?

Unfamiliar, yet he was sure he had heard it before.

After living among people with unnecessarily smooth voices, this rough, jarring tone had always grated on his ears.

Soon enough, a long-forgotten man came to mind.

“…Park Sangcheol?”

The very man who had once tried to harm Daon—the one deeply tangled in their school days.

He had been quiet for a while, only to suddenly call now. Come to think of it, he had once said he had something to tell Nahyuk about Seo Dowoong. Nahyuk had completely forgotten in the midst of everything else.

– Yeah, it’s me, Park Sangcheol.

“Why did you call?”

– Forgot I said we should meet? I’ve just been too busy to reach out. Let’s meet sometime next week.

“Text me the time and place.”

– Sure. Take care.

“….”

Nahyuk didn’t answer, only hung up.

Park Sangcheol always left him with a bad feeling, even though they barely knew each other. That was why he never wanted to talk for long.

But he still wanted to know what exactly Sangcheol planned to do this time—whether he meant to trouble Seo Dowoong and Kim Daon again. For that, meeting once might be necessary.

No sooner had he set the phone down than Kangil asked,

“Who was it?”

“An unwelcome classmate.”

“…Ah, the guy who called the last time we were together?”

“Yeah. He says he has something to say about Seo Dowoong.”

“Looks to me like he’s planning something bad for Seo Dowoong.”

“I think so too. But I won’t get involved. I just want to hear what he’s after.”

Kangil gave him a long, deep look, as if doubting that claim.

“Sounds suspicious.”

“There’s nothing suspicious about it. I’m just genuinely curious. Besides, Park Sangcheol —that guy who just called—he was the one who pushed Daon into that accident.”

“A piece of trash. And Seo Dowoong is just letting that trash walk free?”

“Who knows. Maybe he’ll disappear quietly soon enough.”

Seo Dowoong wasn’t the same high schooler who had been bound by strict parents. As an executive of a conglomerate now, he could deal with someone like Park Sangcheol easily.

Of course, Nahyuk wasn’t particularly interested in Dowoong’s moves.

What mattered was how long Sangcheol would keep contacting him, whether he would target Daon again, and everything tied to that.

“So what happened back then?”

That’s the problem—I don’t know either. Nahyuk shrugged.

He couldn’t imagine just how far Park Sangcheol had gone.

He had a feeling that while he knew Park Sangcheol was the reason Yoon Noah and Seo Dowoong had fallen out, there was still some decisive incident he hadn’t learned yet.

Maybe someday he’d see it in a dream.

“If you don’t want to tell me, I can’t force you.”

There was a flicker of disappointment in Kangil’s expression.

“No, I’ll tell you one day.”

“And you’re sure that trash won’t mess with you? Looks to me like he’s just trying to use you.”

“I won’t be used.”

“You?”

“Yeah.”

Kangil gave a small, mocking laugh, as though doubting him. But Nahyuk really did have confidence he wouldn’t be dragged along.

The younger Yoon Noah had been pulled around by Park Sangcheol only because he liked Seo Dowoong.

You could dress it up as noble self-sacrifice, if you wanted.

But Nahyuk didn’t love Seo Dowoong, nor did he have anyone he’d willingly sacrifice himself for. He liked Lee Kangil and Kim Daon, but if asked to die for them, he couldn’t.

What mattered to him was his own life, his survival, and his love. Yoon Noah’s wealthy background simply spared him the practical worries of living.

“Let’s stop talking about that. Right now, we have… something else to do, don’t we?”

He’d thrown the words out just to change the subject, but they sounded suggestive.

And he didn’t regret it. He wanted to do more with Kangil than just kiss.

Kangil raised an eyebrow in surprise, but he seemed pleased by it too. His lifted chin and heated gaze quickly sharpened.

“Shall we start with another kiss?”

That languid voice made Nahyuk’s heart tremble.

* * *

Kissing Yoon Noah was unlike any kiss Lee Kangil had ever experienced.

The boy looked like he should be good at it, yet he neither knew how to use his tongue properly nor how to catch his breath at the right moments.

Whenever Kangil pulled his lips away just a little, as if granting him a chance to breathe, only then would Noah struggle to drag in air, like a beer bottle tossed into water. His kissing skills were dreadful.

Kangil, instead of letting him off, pressed harder—running the tip of his tongue along the delicate inner lining of Noah’s mouth, making him flounder even more.

Because every bit of that clumsiness turned Kangil on.

When Noah’s breathing grew ragged, he would push at Kangil’s chest as though to say stop, but the moment their bodies parted even slightly, he clung around Kangil’s neck, pleading silently not to leave.

That contradiction was so arousing Kangil couldn’t stop touching him.

Kiss after kiss, Noah’s body softened against the bed beneath him. Kangil wasted no time unbuttoning his shirt, his hands sliding over the pale skin revealed underneath.

Skin so white it seemed it had never once seen the sun, marked by the faint pink of his nipples, which stood out all the more. They looked untouched, almost too tempting to resist.

Would he react to this, the way he had when they kissed?

Kangil’s lips brushed over a nipple, kissing, licking, then biting down lightly. Noah, caught in a haze of arousal, sagged against the bed only to twist and writhe helplessly as soon as they were teased.

“Ugh… Ka… Kangil-ah…”

The broken syllables spilling from his lips, his body flushing as if branded with each suck, were intoxicating.

Driven on, Kangil stripped away his trousers as if it were second nature.

Before Noah could even protest, he tugged down his briefs, revealing the smooth shaft he had already seen once before. It had been standing for some time now, trembling and dripping steadily.

In the dark of the movie theater, he had only noticed its pale porcelain tone.

Up close, it held a faint blush, almost the same shade as his nipples.

Though nothing beyond kissing had been done, Kangil was already wound tight enough to go further. That porcelain shaft, the cloudy precum sliding down its tip, was unbearably arousing.

Could a man really be this turned on by another man’s cock? Or feel so little revulsion?

What startled Kangil was that it was only with Noah.

After boldly touching him in the theater, he had gone and examined other men’s bodies, just to test himself. Yet none stirred him in the least. They had only disgusted him. Better to look at his own than at someone else’s.

Now he knew the heat he’d felt in the theater hadn’t been some one-time miracle. He wanted every part of Yoon Noah.

When Kangil tapped gently at the tip, Noah let out a sobbing moan, as though he might burst into tears.

“Hh… nngh…”

Even that sound was sweet to his ears. He couldn’t bear to hold back anymore. Kangil freed his own cock, swollen and straining as if it would explode.

It was at a point of no return, begging for release somewhere.

“Should I let one out first, Yoon Noah?”