IDESGI Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Yeoul tapped the spot where he had hit his head. Unlike the other areas that made a dull sound, this one gave off a light, hollow thump.

‘Could it be a vent?’

The thought struck him suddenly, and he hurriedly examined the wall. It didn’t look much different from the rest, but there was a slight difference—when he touched it, it felt bumpy, as if there were small holes only in this spot.

If only he had something like a magnifying glass to take a closer look, but of course, there was no such thing here. He would just have to confirm it by touch.

He was still feeling along the wall when he heard footsteps approaching. Startled, he quickly darted to the bed, and barely a second later, the door opened. Ihan came in wearing a pink apron and holding a rice paddle.

“Yeoul, the food’s ready.”

Yeoul quickly worked his mind.

‘I need to get Ihan out of here.’

Somewhere far enough—and better yet—somewhere that would keep him out for a while. Ihan could only travel up to 10 kilometers at a time, but the distance from here to Jamsil or Zone 1 was farther than that. He was probably calling Yushin over by radio or some other means to bring supplies.

If he was going to teleport between areas anyway, the actual distance didn’t matter. What mattered was how long he could be kept away. At least an hour was needed.

There was one place that fit the conditions.

“I don’t want the food. I want something else.”

“Hm? What do you want?”

Pretending to hesitate, Yeoul spoke cautiously.

“Could you… get me a red bean cream bun from Napoleon Bakery? I haven’t had one in so long, and I’m craving it.”

Worried that Ihan might refuse, he quickly added,

“If you get it for me, I’ll do Guiding for you… Can’t you?”

The moment he heard that, Ihan’s face lit up. He ripped off the apron like it was about to tear.

“I’ll be right back!”

In an instant, Ihan was gone. Yeoul waited about five minutes, just in case Ihan became suspicious and came back.

When it was clear Ihan wasn’t returning, Yeoul bolted for the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife. He tapped along the wall, listening for the change in sound. When the heavy thud of the concrete turned into a lighter sound, he stopped.

“Here!”

Slashing at the wallpaper with the knife, he revealed a panel with tiny holes all over it. Beyond that was a set of metal bars.

‘A vent! There’s a way out to the outside!’

He had only thought to check behind the bookshelf, never to check beside it. If Ihan had deliberately placed the bookshelf here to hide this, it was disturbingly meticulous.

Clicking his tongue in frustration, Yeoul stripped off the rest of the wallpaper, then used the handle of the kitchen knife to pound at the plastic panel until it broke easily. Now only the bars remained. He grabbed one of the horizontal silver rods and shook it, but it was so sturdy it only rattled without coming loose.

Sweat poured down his back like rain. The tension was suffocating. He glanced at the clock on the wall to gauge the time.

‘It’ll take him at least an hour to get there.’

Napoleon Bakery was popular, so there would be a long line. Even so, waiting in line wouldn’t take more than two hours. He had to get out within the shortest possible time.

Bracing his left foot against the wall and planting the other on the floor, Yeoul gripped the bars tightly and pulled with all his strength. After several attempts, the bars that hadn’t budged at all began to inch forward.

“Just a bit more, please…!”

After dozens of tries, there was a clattering sound and the bars came loose. At the same time, Yeoul fell backward and landed hard on his backside.

“Ow.”

It hurt enough to make him groan, but there was no time to care. The vent was now completely exposed. It was rectangular and looked narrow for an adult man, but not so narrow that he couldn’t squeeze in at all.

‘I’ve lost weight—it should be fine.’

He had gained a little back after eating well the past few days, but he hadn’t fully regained his old weight. He might be able to fit. Pressing his shoulders in as much as possible, Yeoul wedged himself into the opening and began crawling inside.

He was about halfway in when he realized the pitch darkness ahead made it impossible to see. Without light, it would be hard to go further. He decided to back out to get a flashlight.

“Huh?”

His hips were stuck.

“W-Wait… Ngh. I’m stuck!”

Panicked, he kicked his legs up and down, but he didn’t move an inch.

What should I do? His mind went blank in a wave of panic. No matter how much he wriggled and thrashed, he was firmly wedged in place.

‘Ihan will be back soon.’

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he heard Ihan’s voice calling for him.

“Yeoul, I’m back. I got the bread you wanted…”

Ihan’s voice trailed off, as if he had spotted Yeoul. The sound of a shopping bag dropping hit Yeoul’s ears from far away. His heart sank and his body froze in place, his forehead pressing against the floor.

‘I’m screwed.’

What now? He had been caught in the act, at the exact moment he was trying to escape. Yeoul swallowed dryly again and again, unable to think of an excuse.

After a brief silence, a restrained question came.

“What are you doing in there?”

His voice resonated inside the vent, echoing in Yeoul’s ears.

“What’s this? An event? Am I supposed to gratefully eat it up?”

Ihan grabbed Yeoul’s butt firmly. Startled, Yeoul kicked his legs out, only for Ihan to seize his ankles from behind.

“Thanks for the gift, but… I’m not exactly in the mood to accept it.”

Even to the ear, his tilted tone carried traces of anger. Anyone would be mad if they found this scene—especially Ihan. Yeoul understood that, but for now, he just hoped Ihan would pull him out.

“I-Ihan. Get me out, please. I’ll apologize once we’re outside…”

Ignoring his words, Ihan pulled him toward himself by the waist. Then he rubbed his half-hardened length against Yeoul’s cleft. His teasing voice came with a sneer.

“But I can’t just leave a present from you unopened, can I? Thanks, Yeoul. I’ll enjoy it.”

‘Enjoy it, my ass!’

Yeoul kicked and struggled, but he couldn’t overpower Ihan. Slowly, Ihan undid his belt buckle. Ziiip—the zipper came undone, and his pants slipped down.

The cool air against bare skin made Yeoul’s voice tremble.

“I-Ihan? You’re not… are you?”

There was no way someone as upright and decent as Ihan would do such a thing—unless he was crazy.

But betraying Yeoul’s expectations, Ihan stripped off his briefs without hesitation. Then he gripped Yeoul’s buttocks and spread them apart.

“Wait, are you out of your mind? Hey!”

Before Yeoul could stop him, something soft and wet pressed against his entrance. With his thighs firmly held, Yeoul couldn’t move, forced to accept every sensation Ihan gave.

“Hhh, Yoo Ihan, w-wait…! Nngh.”

A moan slipped through his clenched teeth. The tongue that had been licking gently around the outside soon slipped inside, brushing along the inner walls. Feeling his rear growing wetter and wetter with saliva, Yeoul wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. In reality, he was stuck in a vent, his rear completely exposed.

Ihan licked the hole greedily, as if drinking sweet honey.

“Nngh, mmh.”

The sensation made his stomach churn, and he wanted to twist his legs, but Ihan’s grip held him still. Even in this situation, the heat in his body kept rising, making him feel like he had lost his mind.

Soon, Yeoul’s body began wanting more than just licking. This wasn’t enough anymore. He craved something bigger, harder… The longing for it made him restless to the point of madness.

At last, Ihan pulled his mouth away and slid a finger into the loosened opening, stirring inside.

“This twitching… you must’ve really been wanting mine. Well, if you want it that much, I should feed you.”

When something large and hard pressed between his cheeks, Yeoul didn’t need to look to know what it was. Was he really going to do this? For real? No way. This was too…

‘This is perverted.’

He imagined what he must look like now—stuck in the wall, his butt jutting out. No matter how many times he had been with Ihan, this wasn’t something he could get used to.

In desperation, he offered Ihan a tempting proposal.

“Ihan, let’s do it outside, okay? I-I’ll Guide you.”

“Sounds good.”

Relief washed over him for a split second—until the hard shaft thrust deep inside.

“Ahhh!”

You said yes! Liar!

“I have to finish unwrapping my gift first, don’t you think?”

Yeoul wanted to deny it outright, but the length pushed in again, digging into his inner walls. “Nnngh…” Thin sounds kept slipping out. He should be telling him to pull out, but Yeoul’s body was being far too honest.

“Ugh, hh… ah, ahh…!”

The slick sound of fluids spreading between their joined flesh filled the room.

The fierce shaft stirred his insides, striking exactly where it made him shiver. The pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave, leaving his mind hazy.

Then, a palm smacked down onto his butt.

“Ahh!”

Heat and an unstoppable urge to release surged up inside him. Ihan glanced at Yeoul’s member, dripping with white fluid, and let out a chuckle.

“Yeoul, did you just come from that?”

Yeoul was almost glad he was stuck in the wall—if Ihan had seen his face right now, he would’ve been far too humiliated to lift his head.