TYMIR Ch 41

But that was not the end of it. The corners of Suni’s mouth twisted ominously, and questions followed one after another. This was a disaster. He couldn’t just name any woman. And naming Hyowon was even more out of the question. Between his closed lips, his molars ground against each other, the chattering sound ringing in his ears. Winter was still a long way off, yet his slender body trembled faintly like a poplar tree.

“Oh, come on, sister. You’ll find out when the time comes. Why do you have to pry so much?”

It was then. Makgae suddenly raised his voice and rebuked her. Contrary to the expectation that she would pursue the matter to the end and catch him on his words, Suni backed down surprisingly easily. Yoonyi looked up at this with a dazed expression.

“Oh my? Weren’t you just as curious a moment ago, and now you’re backing out?”

“That Yoonyi isn’t a child, you think he doesn’t have secrets? Oh, forget it. I’m leaving.”

Suni, looking utterly wronged, stomped her feet on the spot and shouted so loudly the yard seemed to ring. Despite this, Makgae didn’t so much as twitch his nose, turning his back and waving a hand in the air. He had expected her to press on, so this was truly surprising.

“Maybe it’s because I’ve known you for too long, Yoonyi. I felt like I was sending you off to get married, so I was a bit harsh, wasn’t I? I’m sorry. But you should keep things like this hidden, since you could incur the wrath of our superiors.”

Suni quickly followed up, wiping the tip of her nose. The warmth radiating from her tone swiftly calmed his agitated heart.

“Not at all, thank you for your concern, sister.”

Yoonyi quietly pressed his lips together.

Meanwhile, the suspicion that had stubbornly settled on Makgae’s face as he left the sarangchae refused to budge.

“He said he bought that with his own money. It didn’t look like it cost just a penny or two.”

The image of that beautifully colored norigae still lingered before his eyes. There were no female servants in this house who would catch that guy’s eye, and he had never seen him buy a single thing for himself until now…….

He repeated the words, ‘Something’s suspicious,’ like a broken man.

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“Young Master, you’ve returned.”

Just as the sun was setting in the distance, Hyowon, drenched in sweat and carrying a bow, came through the side gate. The three of them stood side-by-side in the small sarangchae courtyard, as always.

“Why are you so late again today?”

“Tell me about it. My master is so strict.”

To Suni’s worried tone, Hyowon replied, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

“Young Master, please use this to wipe yourself.”

“Thank you.”

Yoonyi quickly handed him a soft, dry towel. At that, a slight smile formed on Hyowon’s lips.

“Shall I serve your dinner first today as well?”

“No, I had a light meal on my way here, so I will head to bed early as soon as my bath is finished.”

“You’re not even having dinner?”

Suni’s eyes widened so much it seemed as though her eyeballs would roll onto the floor.

“I must set out from the crack of dawn tomorrow.”

“Oh dear, what if you fall ill?”

A lamenting voice followed. At that, Manseok chided from the side, saying, ‘Don’t be like that.’

“Then I shall prepare the water.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Yoonyi quietly assessed the situation and quickly went around to the back of the kitchen. A smile never left Hyowon’s face as he watched his retreating back.

“Then what about us?”

Makgae, who had been glancing back and forth between the two, spoke up.

“Manseok will help Yoonyi fill the bath, and you and Suni may go back and rest first, then come in early tomorrow.”

“Is that truly so?”

Unlike Suni, who jumped up and down with joy, Makgae turned his back slowly with a questioning look on his face.

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In the bathroom, with its dense wooden lattice, a hazy white steam was already rising dreamily. The round wooden bathtub was filled with pleasantly warm water, lapping just enough not to overflow. Not long after, with a creak, Hyowon, drenched in sweat and dressed in a pure white jeogori, slowly walked in.

“……Y-Young Master.”

Not knowing where to look at the well-defined muscles that peeked through, Yoonyi dropped his gaze to his feet.

“We haven’t even had time to face each other, yet you won’t even show me your face.”

“Th-that is……”

Hyowon approached with big strides, a playful look filling his lips. When his fair, sockless feet came into view, it felt as though his breath would stop right then and there.

“Are you trying to act shy with me now?”

“S-shy?”

Hyowon curved his eyes into a beautiful smile. In contrast to him, who was overflowing with composure, Yoonyi couldn’t even meet his eyes, his lips just trembling.

“No matter how careful I was to keep my distance, a month feels too long for me to bear.”

Hyowon stealthily drew near and whispered in his ear. His hot breath tickled his earlobe.

“Then did you deliberately say you were taking a bath and send everyone away?”

“Is there any better excuse than this?”

Yoonyi asked, blinking his large eyes. That innocent appearance was so lovely that a laugh quickly spread.

“Now I can finally breathe.”

Hyowon gently pressed their foreheads together, sharing their warmth. At that, the tension that had pooled in his entire body seemed to flow out.

“I was so worried, thinking something might have happened to you.”

Yoonyi let out a string of deep sighs, a plaintive tone slipping through his teeth.

“Were you? Seeing you rush here so urgently, I thought our hearts had connected.”

Hyowon gently brushed his body against him, his touch creeping up from Yoonyi’s fingertips and along his knuckles. The heat from the bath added to it, and it felt as if a fever was spreading hotly throughout his entire body.

“Really, Young Master……”

Yoonyi’s eyes widened as he let out a short sigh. Watching him, Hyowon gently pulled his hand. The words he was about to say simply melted into the steam.

“Don’t be like that. I have to prepare and leave tomorrow.”

“Still, I am afraid every single day that we will be caught.”

“Just wait a little, just a little bit longer, please.”

At the earnest voice lingering by his ear, Yoonyi managed a difficult nod. The anxiety pooled in his face still flickered gently. But this couldn’t be hidden forever. It was time to talk. As Hyowon’s lips twitched needlessly, Yoonyi stared at them intently.

“You have something to tell me, don’t you?”

“How did you know that?”

“You’ve always twitched your lips like this at times like these.”

“There’s nothing you don’t know now.”

When Hyowon showed a look of surprise, raising his eyebrows high, Yoonyi replied with a fresh smile.

“Please tell me, Young Master.”

Yoonyi calmly met his eyes. Hyowon silently gazed at his own reflection, clearly visible in those pitch-black pupils.

“……The thing is, I am not planning to take you, Yoonyi, with me on this procession.”

As the silence lengthened, his heart kept churning. Yoonyi poked Hyowon’s hand with his fingertips, held stiff like a bird’s beak. At the repeated urging, Hyowon let out a deep sigh and slowly parted his lips.

“Why would you say you’re leaving me behind?”

At that moment, a yellow halo of light shimmered over his pitch-black pupils. The small Adam’s apple protruding from his slender neckline trembled, as if he would burst into tears at any moment.

“It’s because we are taking a shortcut over the mountain pass. I’ve heard that tigers might appear, and the terrain there is so rough that even hunters do not set foot in that place.”

“……I don’t care.”

Before the words were even finished, Yoonyi grabbed Hyowon’s clothes with his dry hands, shaking his head back and forth. His heart was already overflowing with the desire to stay by his side and watch him until his most brilliant moment. He felt a surge of sorrow at how someone who was not just anyone, but him, could say such cruel things, and for a moment his vision blurred.

“I care. If you were to get hurt, I truly don’t think I could bear it. So Yoonyi, this once, can’t you trust me and wait a little?”

Hyowon, who had always listened to whatever Yoonyi said, took a rather firm stance this time. His half-lidded eyes. His desperate voice was hard to ignore, and he could no longer be stubborn. Yoonyi barely suppressed his wildly racing emotions and gave a quiet nod.

“I promise you. I will be back in the blink of an eye.”

Hyowon gently stroked his slender jawline with his fingertips. At the affectionate touch, Yoonyi finally lifted his head. The distance between them gradually closed, and a dark shadow fell over his innocent face, where tears faintly glistened.

Very slowly, their lips met, and the approaching flesh gently tapped, tapped his lower lip. At that moment, Yoonyi’s carefully closed eyelids flew open, and he startled, pulling his body back. Hyowon just stared at this blankly.

“……Yoonyi?”

“I-I apologize, Young Master. I’m a little tired today.”

Belatedly, Yoonyi murmured, dropping his gaze from Hyowon’s approaching eyes.

“Were you? Well, starting with the autumn harvest, there has been a lot of work these past few days……”

At that, Hyowon seemed to nod slowly, then suddenly and carefully pulled Yoonyi’s hand, sitting him down with a plop on the small cabinet placed in the corner. When Yoonyi, not understanding why, tried to stand up again, he shook his head firmly.

“I am sorry. This will be over soon, so just wait there for a moment.”

Hyowon untied the strings of his own jeogori and unhesitatingly dipped his feet into the bathtub. As he fully submerged himself, the calm water churned violently and overflowed onto the floor.

His pitch-black pupils lost their focus, wandering here and there in the hazy air. Then, his eyes fixed on Hyowon, who was quietly closing his. His face and chest showed a clear contrast in skin tone, speaking of his arduous training. He looked much more exhausted than usual.

“Did anything happen today?”

Just the usual question. As the firm voice endlessly stirred in his ear, Yoonyi’s movements froze. Facing his tired countenance, his dilemma deepened over whether he should confess today’s events or not. After biting his lower lip for a moment, Yoonyi opened his mouth as if he had made a decision.

“……Nothing happened.”

“You always say you’re fine, Yoonyi, that nothing happened. If anyone bullies you, you must tell me. I will give them a good scolding.”

At that, a sound like air escaping passed through his lips. The long eyelashes, beaded with water droplets, trembled slowly, fully revealing his pitch-black pupils.

“Who would bully me?”

“It’s because you, Yoonyi, are inherently gentle and not harsh.”

Hyowon, resting his chin on his hand, gave him a steady gaze. Faced with the affection contained in that straightforward look, a hot flush spread up the nape of his neck. An autumn night. Only the sound of one or two leaves falling in the wind blowing from the back mountain could be heard; no other presence was felt nearby.

At this, as if possessed, Yoonyi rose from his spot. With each step he took, narrowing the distance, the beating of his heart spread through his entire body, pounding like a drum. When he was close enough for their fingertips to brush, Hyowon, still wearing a smile, quietly looked up at him.

From the prominent brow bone, down the straight bridge of his nose, to the moist lips beaded with water droplets. The handsome face filled his eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

As the lips, red like a red plum blossom, parted, Yoonyi bent his waist. The candlelight flickered, and their two shadows instantly overlapped. A piece of flesh pushed past his teeth, mixing languidly. Saliva, whose it was unknown, spread along the flesh, creating a wet sound.

“……You said no. And yet you arouse me like this again.”

When he pulled away, the front of Hyowon’s pants was bulging as if about to burst. Hyowon let out a single, difficult word, panting for breath. His thoroughly aroused state was incredibly erotic.

“I will do it for you today.”

“Do what……”

Yoonyi perched on the edge of the bathtub and reached out, carefully stroking his swollen groin. At that, his firm body flinched and trembled. With the small movement, the calm water rippled like a wave. The member grew even larger inside his pants. At this, Yoonyi put his hand inside the untied trousers. The hard member poked, poked against his smooth palm. Yoonyi gently stroked the head.

“Huu, Yoonyi……”

Hyowon’s flushed face tilted like the moon and fell right onto Yoonyi’s shoulder. Amidst the hazy steam, Yoonyi carefully traced his member, which was an unusually dark red, from the glans down.

At the ticklish stimulation, the urethral opening quivered, continuously spitting out clear pre-ejaculate. As the soft touch was added, the veins rose as if they were swelling, and it grew more and more taut. The member, huge like a laundry bat, was almost too much to hold in one hand. Yoonyi grasped it with both hands and gently stroked it from the tip to the root. At that, he could fully feel the trembling of the veins.

“Hngh……”

A low breath, like a beast’s growl, repeatedly filled his ears. Yoonyi picked up the pace a little, diligently rubbing the member and stroking up to the thick testicles nestled beneath it.

“Yoonyi.”

The weight on his shoulder gradually lessened, and Hyowon gazed at him with wet eyes. Their lips met once again, and a hand with prominent knuckles came over as if to pounce, caressing the front of Yoonyi’s pants.

“……Ngh, Y-Young Master. You have a long journey ahead of you, n-no, you can’t.”

At this, Yoonyi grabbed his hand and shook his head slightly.

“I know. I know, but just a little. Hm?”

A pitiful voice tickled his ear. Unable to turn away from those moist eyes, Yoonyi pulled down his own trousers. As his pale white skin, like freshly fallen snow, was fully revealed, Hyowon pulled him and turned him around. Then he buried his face right between his buttocks, which were firm and round like the full moon.

“Hah, Young Master……!”

The tightly pressed flesh parted, and between the gap, the faintly colored, tightly shut hole opened with a smack. Hyowon pushed his tongue wildly over its dry folds. The unfamiliar sensation of the wet flesh crawling up the winding inner walls like a snake soon spread throughout his entire body. At the strong stimulation, his fingertips curled involuntarily, and Yoonyi couldn’t even breathe. His thin body trembled continuously like a poplar tree. At this, Hyowon quietly raised the corners of his mouth, and with his remaining hand, he lightly gripped and shook Yoonyi’s member, which was standing rigidly at attention.

“Ah, ahhng…… Y-Young Master.”

When the tongue that had been teasing the mucous membrane pressed down hard on a thickly raised spot, his head tilted down like a fully bloomed bellflower. Transparent fluid trickled down from the wet urethral opening. Just as the folds, which had been clenching tightly, began to open, drunk on the pleasure his body remembered, Hyowon pulled his head back. Then, he grazed the plump valley between his cheeks with his own member, which had already reached its limit.

“Ah, Y-Young Master, w-wait a moment.”

The thoroughly loosened hole stretched and opened its mouth wherever the glans touched. At some point, when he aimed the glans at the entrance, the lewd hole sucked it in with a slurp, as if it had been waiting. Yoonyi’s surprised back heaved like a wave. At that moment, his lower mouth opened as if it would tear, and the tip slowly pushed its way in.

The sensation of his whole body being split in half spread up his spine. The hard, erect member mercilessly crushed the inner flesh as it invaded. His flat stomach gradually swelled, and finally, Hyowon thrust his pelvis forward with a long stroke, making a “thwack” sound.

“Hahk……”

His stomach felt so full that it seemed his internal organs were being pushed upwards. Yoonyi squeezed his eyes shut. At that, a milky white fluid spurted in all directions from his rigid member. Only then did the deeply embedded organ withdraw, parting the inner flesh once again.

“Ah, Y-Young Master……”

The glans, perched precariously at the entrance, ground against the closed inner flesh as it pushed in. As Yoonyi’s voice became wet with tears, Hyowon gripped his thin pelvis and continued his thrusts rapidly. Each time the wet, water-beaded flesh collided roughly, his pale, moon-like buttocks were pushed upwards. It felt as if his inner walls would dissolve, and tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes.

“Ah, Yoonyi.”

As the tip brutally parted the folds and pounded against the inner wall, the inner flesh loosened pliantly. Hyowon didn’t stop his pumping, even as he exhaled hot, feverish breaths. His drooping testicles struck his perineum over and over. From between his slightly parted teeth, Yoonyi’s name was heard like an echo.

Suddenly, the hole tightened completely, and Hyowon’s body, which had been thrusting into his pelvis for some time, trembled faintly. At last, the glans that had been buried deep inside his organs pulled out very slowly. From within the parted hole, cloudy semen trickled down his slender legs.

It had only been once, but with the added heat from the bathwater, Yoonyi couldn’t seem to collect himself. He forgot what he had even been worried about just a moment ago and simply lost consciousness.

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“Makgae, aren’t you coming in?”

“Well, Manseok hyungnim is with him, what could possibly happen……”

Just as Samnom was about to enter the servants’ quarters, he glanced at Makgae, who was sitting on the narrow wooden porch under the night sky like a misplaced sack of barley.

“What’s that guy been thinking about, muttering to himself for the past few days?”

Samnom tilted his head and entered the room. Just as Makgae, who had been spacing out for a good while, was about to follow and stand up, a faint lantern light, like a firefly, appeared in the distance.

“Huh?”

Makgae stood up as if bewitched by a will-o’-the-wisp.

“How come you’re back already?”

“What do you mean, already? I came because all the water’s heated.”

To the muddled question, Manseok shrugged both shoulders as if he were asking something truly strange. Then, with a tired face, he slipped into the servants’ quarters.

“Wait, hold on a second. Then in the bath—no, in the sarangchae, there are only the two of them right now?”

His pacing steps in front of the servants’ quarters came to a dead stop, and Makgae’s complexion turned ominously dark, as if it had swallowed the jet-black night sky whole.

“This is truly the last time.”

A peculiar glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had made a decision. Makgae immediately crossed the courtyard and melted into the pitch-black darkness.

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As he neared the small sarangchae, Makgae quieted his footsteps and peeked his head over the wall.

‘Are they asleep?’

Under the faintly pouring moonlight, only the desolate sound of the wind could be heard from the small sarangchae; there was no sign of anyone.

“Well, of course. Why would someone who has to leave tomorrow morning cause any trouble?”

It was just as he was about to turn back. A sharp sound of a latch being drawn cut through the quiet stillness. At this, as if possessed, Makgae half-buried his face below the wall and held his breath. Not long after, Hyowon, dressed in a pure white nightgown, walked out of the bath along with a hazy, fog-like steam.

A droplet of water beaded on his damp hair rolled down. Makgae stared at this as if mesmerized. Then, his downward-drifting gaze finally saw it. Yoonyi, sleeping soundly in Hyowon’s arms.

“G-good heavens……”

Makgae clamped a rough hand over his own mouth to keep any sound from escaping.

His two legs, which had been standing firm, staggered and even began to stumble backward. Makgae then dashed madly towards the inner quarters.

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The morning rooster crowed. Not long after, a red hue began to gradually fill the other side of the paper-covered window. As the sunlight gently fell upon his eyelids, Yoonyi quickly sat up and sought the sarangchae across from him.

“Young Master.”

“Come in.”

“Wh-when did you wake up?”

A flicker of agitation entered Yoonyi’s eyes. He didn’t know what time it was, but Hyowon had already finished all his preparations and even changed his clothes by himself.

“You should have woken me earlier……”

“After I troubled you so much last night, how could I wake you?”

“That’s why you should have woken me. You have a long journey ahead of you……”

His tone, thick with regret, crumbled powerlessly in the air. Hyowon slowly approached and brushed his eyes. At the slight fever rising from his fingertips, Yoonyi’s face instantly flushed a rosy red.

“Seeing you in this bright light, you are redder than the autumn leaves and so very beautiful.”

“H-how can you tease me so?”

As the blush spread subtly up to his eyes, Hyowon, who was gently cupping his cheek, added softly. Yoonyi seemed to pause for a moment, then immediately raised his gentle eyes and retorted.

“I always speak only the truth, yet you always say I’m teasing, which is truly unfair.”

At that, Hyowon’s gaze dropped. His confident demeanor vanished, and he looked exactly like he did in his childhood when he was being thoroughly scolded and watching for reactions.

“I understand, Young Master. But is there anything I can help you with?”

A gentle curve formed on Yoonyi’s lips as he diligently looked around. However, the books and brushes that should have still been in their places were nowhere to be seen. Had the belongings packed in the bundle already been taken out? Yoonyi asked cautiously in a trembling tone.

“It’s all done, so let’s have breakfast together before I leave.”

“Already?”

It was too early for breakfast to be served. He hadn’t even heard any footsteps approaching in the first place, yet a breakfast table covered with a light pink cloth was already set in a corner. In place of an answer, Hyowon took his slender fingers and dragged him to the front of the table.

“Actually, I wanted to spend even a little time with you, so I had them bring it up early yesterday. Don’t worry about the preparations either. I did them in my spare time.”

“When did you prepare all that without me knowing?”

Yoonyi bit his lip gently. His full lips jutted out in a pout, as if he were quite disappointed that Hyowon had prepared everything alone without a single word. He had only packed all night because he wanted to spend some quality time together before leaving, and yet he didn’t even know his heart. Finding him both vexing and lovely, Hyowon couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“Don’t be so upset. When I return, you will have to look after me by my side like a wife for the rest of our lives.”

Hyowon stealthily leaned in and whispered in his ear. At that secretive, barely audible tone, Yoonyi hastily pulled back.

“Pl-please, just hurry up and eat.”

Yoonyi covered his cheeks, which were red as if on fire, with the back of his hand and abruptly held out a spoon.

“Yoonyi, you just need to trust me and wait quietly for my return.”

Hyowon, who was watching him with a loving gaze, carefully pushed back the bangs that fell lightly on his forehead with a gentle hand. Even in the light gesture, a deep affection was contained.

“Yes, Young Master. I will do just that.”

Tears quickly welled up, blurring his vision. Not wanting to show his tears, he rubbed them fiercely with his sleeve, and Hyowon lowered his arm and stealthily closed the distance. Soon, soft kisses like a light rain fell upon his tender lips over and over again.