UR Chapter 113

Chapter 113

“I-bom. You need to get up.”

Tap, tap—soft fingers brushed his cheek, making I-bom’s body flinch. He squirmed under the sheet, curling up all over.

“Mmm… I-seol, just five more minutes, okay?”

He rubbed his face into the blanket, eyebrows twitching.

“You want to sleep five more minutes?”

A large hand smoothed gently over the sheet. The tender patting felt so warm and lulling, like being sung to sleep with a lullaby.

Ah, I can’t get up. His whole body felt drained, too heavy to move even a finger. The alarm hadn’t rung, had it? Groaning, his answer trailed off. He still had to get I-seol his breakfast… Was he coming down with something? He just couldn’t make his body move.

“Mm… I can’t get up…”

“What should I do? Why can’t you get up? Want me to help you?”

A sweet, chuckling voice tickled his ear. I-bom rubbed his cheek against the pillow with a mumbled “Nooo.” There was no way I-seol was strong enough to pull him upright. The feel against his cheek was soft—not the stiff, grainy scent of a buckwheat pillow, but the sweet fragrance of fabric softener.

He hadn’t used fabric softener in months, ever since it ran out. Had Grandma bought some?

“Nooo… ask Grandma… to give you breakfast.”

Was Grandma not home? If I-seol had come to wake him this early, she would’ve barked, “I-bom, get up!” from the start. But her tongue-clicking scold was nowhere to be heard.

“Hyung, I’m tired…”

He whined faintly. He really should force himself up, but it was so hard. For once, he wanted to laze around.

Grandma, I want to sleep all I want, not work, go to school… just like hyung.

Muttering to himself, he rubbed his face again, enjoying the plush pillow so much he didn’t want to move. The cold, crisp bed sheet wrapped around his shoulders softly tickled his skin.

“Want me to give you a massage?”

A warm voice, then gentle fingers touched his hunched shoulders.

“Huh…?”

The heavy pressure on his shoulders jolted his sleepy mind awake. The firm hands pressing his neck and shoulders were definitely not the touch of an elementary school kid like I-seol. An adult—no, a man.

Startled, I-bom let out a short gasp and twisted his waist.

“Ow, ow…!”

Pain shot through him until he could barely feel his lower back. His hips, back, thighs, and calves all throbbed, sharp enough to snap his eyes open, though his lashes still felt heavy with sleep. He rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand.

The dark night had vanished; warm yellow sunlight now spilled over the bed. And beside him, instead of I-seol, was Beom-ho—broad-chested in a bathrobe.

“Did you sleep well?”

I-bom’s eyes widened, breath catching. They’d mixed their bodies so wildly last night he didn’t even remember falling asleep, and now to wake up like this was shocking. He inhaled sharply, cold air slipping into his mouth and making his throat itch.

“Ah, kuh—keh.”

His cough scraped against a dry, rough mouth. The corners of his lips stung as if cracked, enough to bring tears to his eyes. Rubbing them gently, he nodded.

His face flushed with embarrassment at the thought of talking in his sleep, and he sat up straight—but his body wavered strangely.

“Ow, ow ow…”

“You okay?”

From the dip of his spine to his tailbone, hips, and thighs—everywhere hurt, as if he’d been beaten all night. He felt as sore as when he first worked at a construction site. He tried to get up but braced himself on the bed instead, his wrist trembling with pain sharp enough to squeeze tears from his eyes.

“You’re in pain, so don’t force yourself.”

“Ah… yeah. Kuh…”

Flustered, he let his words trail off. The memory of last night made his face heat up, but he only coughed like nothing was wrong.

“Drink some water.”

As if waiting for this moment, Beom-ho held out a glass. I-bom grabbed it without a word and gulped it down. The lukewarm barley tea moistened his throat, easing the dryness and ache.

“You must be thirsty. You cried too much last night.”

“Pff—kuh, kuh!”

He spat the tea in shock. Coughing hard, the barley tea spattered the white bed sheets.

“Oh dear. Are you okay?”

“Ah… yeah, I-I’m fine. I just…”

Trying to prove he was fine, he tried to get up briskly, but his arms and legs moved out of sync. His knees buckled, nearly making him collapse. How could his body feel so powerless? His face turned pale at the thought, while Beom-ho, in contrast, looked perfectly fine.

“I-bom.”

Beom-ho stepped closer and wrapped him in an embrace. His eyes were always warm toward I-bom, but now his expression was brighter still—corners of his mouth lifted, brows relaxed, cheeks glowing. Even with the red scratch marks on his neck—probably from I-bom—he looked fresh, like a plant revived after a good soak of water. With a shy expression that didn’t suit his size, he spoke.

“Last night was amazing.”

“Ah…”

Shivering like an aspen leaf, I-bom sank limply into his arms. They’d both been moving, so why did it feel like he was the only one half-dead? Maybe pureblood beastmen really were built differently.

“Why were you so tense?”

As if he couldn’t hold back his affection, Beom-ho kissed I-bom’s face all over. Hearing the soft sounds of his lips touching his skin, I-bom squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment.

“I… wasn’t that tense… mm… not really.”

The problem wasn’t the tension—it was the fact that they had spent the night together. After such an intense night, rolling around naked… there was no way not to feel embarrassed.

“Sorry for overdoing it last night. I know it was the first time for both of us, but… still, I’m older than you, so I should have been a little more restrained.”

“…”

He pulled I-bom’s head closer into his chest and whispered sweetly. I-bom blinked as if it tickled. With his face pressed against Beom-ho’s chest, the deep hum of his voice resonated through, and the sharp tension inside him eased, slowly melting away even from the tips of his fingers.

“There’s a nice place I know.”

“Where…?”

I-bom mumbled into his chest.

“There… I can help loosen you up.”

Beom-ho’s hand drifted lower, brushing over the top of I-bom’s cleft. The hot breath against his ear and that intimate touch brought last night rushing back.

‘Don’t be nervous. Just one more time and I’ll help loosen you up.’

Beom-ho had been breathing raggedly, tearing open the condom wrapper. Seeing the condom stretch tightly over his dark, rigid length, I-bom yanked the bed sheet up to cover his chest.

‘Ah…!’

The marks and redness scattered across his skin, the swollen nipples—they made him flush with shame. Beom-ho chuckled quietly, his gaze slipping to the pale inner thighs that the sheet couldn’t hide.

‘The second time will be easier.’

He pulled I-bom closer, rubbing the tip of his length against him. Lying on sheets steeped in Beom-ho’s scent, the tight entrance quivered as if expecting something. Beom-ho gripped his shaft and set the head against the panting opening.

‘Still… it’s too big… ngh!’

Wrapping his arms around I-bom’s waist, Beom-ho pushed inside through the tight inner walls. The slick heat within recognized him, clinging and squeezing eagerly as if to savor him. Wet, lewd sounds mingled with the heat seeping deep into I-bom’s hips and thighs.

The start had been hard, but from the second time on, his pace picked up. That hot, pulsing length drove in deep with practiced, relentless thrusts, as if carving out a path for himself. Under his scorching, roaming hands, I-bom twisted, his hips jerking to each thrust that sent sparks racing from his nape to his toes.

‘Ah—ah!’

Pleasure rattled through his whole body, the skin beneath his eyes flushing red. He didn’t even know how much more of him he could take in—he just moved in time with the pounding inside him.

‘We’ll have to do this often. You and me, I-bom. The more we do it, the better your body will shape to my size. Don’t you think?’

He had said “just one more time,” but it hadn’t ended there. It went on until the entire stash of condoms in the drawer was gone, leaving him crying until he was dizzy.

“…You mean… you want to do it again, at that ‘nice place’?”

I-bom shrank back. Being held all night, having every desire wrung out of him, crying his eyes out—that had been one thing. But two days in a row was too much. Almost unconsciously, he tried to hide the thigh mottled with bite marks from Beom-ho. He reached down and brushed lightly at the entrance… and as expected, it was still so swollen that just touching it made heat flare.