WANL Ch 1

“Here, I tried this yesterday, and it’s killer.”

Amidst the loud music, a voice whispered, slipping into the air. At the same time, a rough finger waved in front of Hyunjae’s face, as if showing off.

Hyunjae frowned slightly, adjusting to the dim lighting of the bar, and looked at what was being held out in front of him. Inside a small, transparent plastic packet was something that looked like a white pill. As soon as he realized what it was, another hand darted in and snatched the pill away.

“Give it here. I asked for it first. Is this even real?”

“What are you going to do with it? Give it back, you bastard!”

For a brief moment, a silent scuffle unfolded before Hyunjae’s eyes. They giggled and threw a few crude curses at each other until someone shouted from afar, cutting through the racket.

“Are you two going to get it together or what? Clear those empty tables and start serving!”

At the manager’s outburst, Hyunjae picked up a tray and left the area, feeling slightly wronged. He hadn’t said a word, yet he felt lumped in with the others. He was always strapped for cash and approached every part-time job with sincerity. The thought of being labeled lazy or unreliable by the manager or owner made him uneasy.

As midnight passed and the bar hit its peak, the place became even busier. Drinks spilled, bottles broke, and minor arguments flared into full-blown fights. For some reason, tonight felt especially brutal. Hyunjae eventually realized it was the Friday-to-Saturday transition.

The revelry of people who lived by the five-day workweek meant little to Hyunjae. He couldn’t understand why they burned through today as if tomorrow didn’t exist.

By the time he finished wrestling with the last drunken customer who refused to pay, his shift was over. Only after receiving permission from the manager to leave did Hyunjae realize he hadn’t had a single moment to rest.

“How much would you pay for this?”

Hyunjae was changing in a cramped storage room converted into a dressing area when one of the part-timers from earlier held out the pill again. Freezing mid-motion while pulling off his shirt, Hyunjae blinked before recalling the incident that had entirely slipped his mind.

“What is that?”

“A stimulant.”

It had to be a joke. Hyunjae frowned again. His coworker, Woochan, smirked and tapped Hyunjae’s shoulder with his tattooed arm.

“I tried it myself, but I couldn’t tell if it worked. So I gave it to my girlfriend yesterday, and man…”

Woochan’s thick fingers extended a thumbs-up, and Hyunjae felt a twinge of disgust. Not that he was in any position to judge people, but Woochan was scum. Unlike Hyunjae, who took this job for the higher pay, Woochan was utterly immersed in nightlife. Hyunjae had assumed he was just into partying, but now it was clear he was messing with shady drugs, too.

With a quiet sigh, Hyunjae shook his head. He didn’t want to get involved.

“I don’t have money.”

“I’ll cut you a deal.”

“I don’t need it.”

“Don’t lie. You don’t have a girl?”

“…No.”

Hyunjae shook his head a beat later than usual. Someone did come to mind, but it wasn’t a woman.

Woochan exaggerated his disbelief, his mouth falling open in mock shock.

“Come on, no way. You don’t have a girlfriend? Not even someone you’re seeing? What about those women who got your number yesterday? You got a ton of business cards. Be honest—you’ve followed up, haven’t you? Had some fun?”

“……”

Hyunjae finally understood why Woochan was pestering him.

But every business card he’d received had been tossed out. He’d never responded to texts from strangers, and though he knew some customers regularly visited just to see him, he’d never acknowledged them outside the bar.

“Handling all that attention must be tough, huh? If there’s an opportunity, call me next time. Seriously. I’ll give you this for free.”

Woochan leaned in uncomfortably close, his real intentions finally surfacing.

‘So this is how he plans to get in my good graces.’

Feeling a faint sense of repulsion, Hyunjae turned his body to shake off Woochan, who was clinging to him.

From behind, Woochan stared at Hyunjae’s retreating figure with envy and muttered under his breath, “That self-righteous bastard…”

Hyunjae’s bare back, exposed to the air while he changed clothes, looked more alive than bodies crafted with wealth. His smooth skin gleamed even under the fluorescent light, his fine, natural bone structure and the finely defined muscles carved from daily life added to the impression. It wasn’t a sculpted body, but it was still striking.

Blessed with natural good looks, Hyunjae was undeniably someone who stood out. As a result, he easily attracted envy. Even from a man’s perspective, the difference was clear, and there was no way women wouldn’t notice. Unable to suppress his jealousy, Woochan silently cursed under his breath, muttering that women didn’t know what was truly valuable.

Hyunjae pulled on his worn-out t-shirt, followed by a thick flannel shirt and a crossbody bag hopelessly out of style. When his tall, fit body disappeared under the outdated clothes, all that remained was a plainly dressed man whose look made even the bar uniform seem more refined.

Woochan finally looked relieved, his expression lightening. Without clothes to enhance it, one could only rely on their natural gifts, but in a capitalist society, appearances could be obscured. In Woochan’s eyes, Hyunjae, without even a common branded shirt, appeared pitiful. Woochan inflated his chest with the vain hope that maybe with enough luxury brands, he could match up to Hyunjae.

With a voice tinged with pretension, Woochan patted Hyunjae on the back.

“Hey, just call me when you meet up with a girl. Don’t keep all the fun to yourself.”

“I’m heading out.”

Bowing his head slightly, Hyunjae shrugged off Woochan’s gaze and stepped out onto the street.

The early morning air unmistakably carried a touch of spring. Feeling it made walking a bit easier, and Hyunjae took slow, deliberate steps.

The reason he walked the nearly 30-minute route home was simple: to save on transportation costs.

Though it was a routine, today his legs felt especially heavy. Hyunjae had always been confident in his stamina, never having considered conserving his body, but youth wasn’t eternal. The body wore down over time, like the prematurely aged bodies of his parents, worn out by grueling labor.

It was for this reason he had quit jobs like loading packages or construction work. He needed something more sustainable.

But how much longer could he keep living like this?

A few days ago, he learned that his mother’s cancer had returned. In a household of just two, Hyunjae was the sole breadwinner. His part-time wages, along with a small amount of welfare assistance, constituted their entire income, and they barely managed to cover living expenses, let alone plan for the future. Even getting a steady job felt overwhelming, as he needed to make time to accompany his mother to the hospital.

With no way out of this reality in sight, Hyunjae let out a breath he had been holding.

Sadness crept in slowly, like a rising tide whose level was imperceptible until it was overwhelming. He didn’t yet realize that poverty eroded not only the body but also the mind. But a boy couldn’t remain a boy forever, and as Hyunjae transitioned into adulthood, he was beginning to grasp this truth.

As he stood at a deserted crosswalk, staring at the lonely, blinking blue light, his phone vibrated from deep inside his bag.

Bzz— Bzz—

“Hello?”

— You’re not asleep, are you?

The voice on the other end caught him off guard. Hyunjae abruptly stopped in his tracks.

It was a voice he didn’t expect to hear at this hour.

“Hyung.”

The other person didn’t respond, letting out a soft laugh instead. The “hyung” Hyunjae knew was prone to frequent laughter, especially when drunk.

“Have you been drinking?”

— Can you come over?

“Now?”

— Yeah, now.

At that, Hyunjae immediately looked toward the road, checking if any passing cars were taxis. He’d completely forgotten about saving on transportation costs, though he didn’t realize it yet.

— …Sorry.

But after Hyunjae’s brief silence, the “hyung” on the other end let out a deep sigh and spoke again.

— Sorry. We didn’t even make plans, and it’s late. I just…

“I can come.”

Hyunjae said abruptly, his heavy legs regaining strength as if nothing had happened. Just then, a taxi approached, and he raised his hand to hail it.

“I just got off work. I’ll head over now.”

The person on the other end, Nanyeong, answered after a beat, “Alright.” Spotting Hyunjae, the taxi slowed and stopped in front of him. With a soft laugh barely audible over the phone, the call ended as Hyunjae climbed into the taxi.

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“What’s gotten into you, drinking like this?”

Since they first met, this was the first time Hyunjae had seen him drunk. Moving quickly, Hyunjae approached Nanyeong, who had come out to meet him, and helped support him. The scent of alcohol-laden breath lingered near his ears.

“Because I missed you too much.”

“If you missed me, you should’ve just called, not started drinking.”

“I couldn’t call…”

“…But you did?”

The drunken muttering was confusing. At the same time, Nanyeong, who was leaning against Hyunjae, brought his lips to Hyunjae’s neck without hesitation. Flustered, Hyunjae steadied Nanyeong and gently pushed him back as they made their way to the bed.

“How much did you drink?”

But as soon as Hyunjae sat on the edge of the bed, Nanyeong shoved him down. Straddling him, Nanyeong awkwardly ran his hands over Hyunjae’s chest. It didn’t seem like he was trying to arouse him; it felt more like he simply wanted to touch the body before him.

Soon, Nanyeong pushed up Hyunjae’s t-shirt and buried his face in Hyunjae’s bare skin.

“Hyung?”

Hyunjae, startled, grabbed Nanyeong by the shoulders. But Nanyeong paid no mind to the gesture, licking Hyunjae’s skin with his tongue. Hyunjae had just finished a shift at work, and he was likely still sweaty.

In the end, Hyunjae pushed Nanyeong away more firmly and stood up.

“I’m going to take a shower. Wait for me.”

Nanyeong, shoved back onto the bed, slumped his head as if defeated. Feeling a little guilty, Hyunjae approached to check his face.

“Hyung?”

It was then that Hyunjae noticed something was wrong. Suddenly, Nanyeong’s face flushed red, and he gagged violently.

“My stomach… doesn’t feel good…”

Nanyeong lurched forward, covering his mouth. Alarmed, Hyunjae quickly led him to the bathroom.

As soon as they opened the door, Nanyeong emptied his stomach.

Hyunjae let out a sigh of relief—any delay could’ve made things much worse.

“Hah… hah…”

Nanyeong, clutching the toilet, was gasping for air. His nape was so pale it was almost blue. It wasn’t just the alcohol; his condition seemed genuinely poor.

“Are you okay?”

Hyunjae patted Nanyeong’s back as he spoke. There wasn’t much left in Nanyeong’s stomach—just a mix of stomach acid and alcohol. Despite having nothing more to throw up, he continued to retch with his head hung low.

“Get up and take a breath.”

As Hyunjae bent down to check on him, he was startled.

Tears were streaming down Nanyeong’s face.

“Are you sick? If it hurts that much, rest. Once I shower, I’ll help you lie down.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt.”

With a heavy sigh, Nanyeong wiped away his tears and flushed the toilet. Then he abruptly pulled away from Hyunjae and walked to the sink, washing his face and mouth with cold water. It seemed he didn’t want anyone to see him crying.

After finishing his wash, he looked into the mirror. His eyes, red and swollen, betrayed that he had been crying for some time.

“I’m sorry,” Nanyeong muttered.

What was he apologizing for?

For calling me out of nowhere? Or for causing a scene?

Hyunjae leaned closer, slightly lowering himself to meet Nanyeong’s eyes. His tightly trembling lashes fluttered momentarily, revealing clear but unfocused pupils. It was obvious he was still drunk.

What had driven him to drink to the point of vomiting and then call Hyunjae—a man who wasn’t even particularly close to him?

After all, the two of them were only casually involved, sharing nights together.

Hyunjae had never seen Nanyeong in such a state before. Feeling oddly sympathetic, Hyunjae gently cupped Nanyeong’s damp, delicate cheek with his large hand and spoke.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize for something like that. I wanted to come anyway.”

“If I call you, will you come anytime?”

Nanyeong’s eyes softened, glistening with moisture. His rapidly shifting emotions were a hallmark of someone drunk. But the tender expression in his eyes, one Hyunjae hadn’t seen before, made him pause slightly. It was during this moment of hesitation, as he remained silent, that Nanyeong spoke again.

“Let’s sleep together.”

As Nanyeong reached out and wrapped his arms around Hyunjae’s firm neck, Hyunjae felt a small sense of relief. He had worried that Nanyeong, acting differently from usual, might say something strange. Unlike his usual self, who drew clear lines by saying, “We’re just sleeping together,” tonight he seemed…

As though he was seeking comfort.

Hyunjae gently pushed Nanyeong, who clung to him, away.

“I need to shower. I came straight here from work.”

Nanyeong reluctantly stepped back, nodding. Hyunjae pulled off his t-shirt, dropping his clothes to the floor without hesitation, and stepped into the shower booth, completely undressed. Watching him, Nanyeong sighed deeply, gripping the sink, and began brushing his teeth.

It wasn’t long after the water began running when Nanyeong bent down outside the booth and picked something up from Hyunjae’s clothes.

“What’s this?”

From beyond the glass fogging up with steam, Nanyeong held up a crinkling transparent bag. Hyunjae glanced over and immediately recognized it.

An aphrodisiac.

Why do I have that?

“Oh, that…”

Hyunjae frowned. He recalled an uncomfortable memory of Woochan clinging to him at the bar before he left. “Here, just take this,” Woochan had said, slipping it into Hyunjae’s pocket without giving him a chance to refuse.

Hyunjae awkwardly looked at the thing he never intended to keep. He worried that Nanyeong might misunderstand.

“It’s… an aphrodisiac.”

“…?”

“Whoever gave it to me said it’ll… make you really excited.”

“An aphrodisiac?”

Hyunjae nodded, running a hand through his wet hair under the stream of water. Nanyeong leaned against the booth, examining the packet. Hyunjae felt a vague sense of unease, though he couldn’t pinpoint why. Was it because he feared Nanyeong might report him to the police or think of him as some sleazy lowlife?

The truth was, Hyunjae had been curious, but he’d never intended to give it to someone drunk.

“Do you recognize it?”

“Not really…”

Nanyeong’s ambiguous reply didn’t seem to confirm familiarity. Hyunjae decided to just watch what he would do.

Nanyeong eventually turned and left the bathroom, his steps unsteady from the alcohol. Soon after, he returned holding a glass of water. From under the running shower, Hyunjae cast a puzzled glance his way.

Then, right in front of Hyunjae, Nanyeong swallowed the pill.

Gulp. The movement of his throat was unmistakable.

It would’ve been a lie to say Hyunjae wasn’t shocked. He stared at Nanyeong with wide eyes.

“That…!”

“What? Didn’t you bring it for me to take?”

“…”

“I mean, it’s an aphrodisiac… You’re always excited anyway, so you don’t need it.”

With that, Nanyeong chuckled softly. Hyunjae wiped the streams of water dripping down his eyelids as he watched him. Nanyeong’s black hair was disheveled from crying and vomiting, giving him an even more unkempt appearance than usual. Seeing him like that was enough to stir Hyunjae.

“Hurry up and finish showering. Don’t leave me to get all excited by myself.”

Nanyeong mumbled as he leaned against the booth.

“Or should I come in? No… Then I’d have to shower again, and that’s too much effort. I thought your tastes were pretty normal, but bringing something like this… You’re full of surprises.”

Nanyeong’s words began to trail off. Whether it was the alcohol or the pill taking effect, he seemed increasingly dizzy. Leaning against the shower booth for support, he slowly slid down until he was sitting on the floor.

“This is… kind of scary…”

“Do you want to throw up?”

After washing up, Hyunjae put on a robe and came out, asking.

“Throw up now. It might not be good for your body.”

When he supported Nanyeong, Nanyeong chuckled as if he had heard something strange. Nanyeong shook his head slightly and muttered.

“I’m scared because I might feel too much. Don’t look at me strangely even if I do something weird today.”

“…….”

“You have to take responsibility.”

Nanyeong kissed him deeply first. Boldly, without hesitation, he took the drug in front of Hyunjae, and his words about being scared of how much he might feel made Hyunjae’s lower body throb and swell.

Enjoying that reaction, Nanyeong leaned against Hyunjae and slipped his hand into the robe, savoring the man’s body. The hand that had been caressing his side and back moved up again, tracing Hyunjae’s chin and neck. Strangely, the order of his touches was disorderly. That clumsy hand was not stimulating but rather ticklish. However, the sight of Nanyeong acting so impatiently aroused Hyunjae.

“Let’s go to the bed.”

“Umm…….”

Hyunjae tried to pull up Nanyeong, whose body was leaning, but he staggered and couldn’t walk well. Moreover, with his warm body pressed against him, he kept trying to get closer, making it difficult to walk.

“Stay still.”

“Hold me, quickly…….”

However, Nanyeong kept begging. He pushed aside the robe, exposing Hyunjae’s bare thigh, and rubbed his leg against it, panting. As a result, all the muscles in Hyunjae’s body tensed with excitement and tension.

Is this also the effect of the aphrodisiac?

When he heard Woochan’s words, he thought he would never use it, but… he must have unconsciously imagined it. He wanted to see this person, no one else, in a disheveled state.

“…Jae, Hyunjae.”

That image was right in front of him. Nanyeong’s breath was hot, and his eyes, filled with heat, looked dazed. He could feel Nanyeong’s firm thighs between his legs on his thighs, wrapped in suit pants. Even though the other person was unresponsive, he was already moving his hips, looking like he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Hyunjae imagined it. The scene of stripping off all these cumbersome clothes, spreading his legs wide, and inserting himself between his white, elastic thighs.

Hyunjae bit his lip and inevitably picked him up.

“Ah…!”

At the same time, Nanyeong tightly wrapped his arms around Hyunjae’s neck. Even during the short walk to the bed, he breathed hotly on his neck and occasionally twisted his waist. Literally, he looked impatient.

“Isn’t the drug an excuse?”

“Mm, haa…….”

“What if I couldn’t come?”

His body, flushed with alcohol, slumped onto the mattress. Quickly and skillfully removing his clothes, Hyunjae straddled Nanyeong’s naked body. Nanyeong also actively lifted his hips, acting hastily.

“Hurry…….”

Nanyeong pleaded urgently, wrapping his legs around Hyunjae’s waist. The sensation of the muscles in his inner thighs tightening around his waist made his lower body feel heavy. Watching the firm muscles of his back thighs tremble, Hyunjae thrust his hips forcefully between his legs.

“Huh…….”

Nanyeong moaned as his crotch was rubbed vigorously and the sensation of being pushed without insertion. The warm, moist mucous membrane felt endlessly soft as it closed. After mimicking insertion a few more times and thrusting his hips forcefully, the white skin inside Nanyeong turned slightly red from the friction.

There was no time to enjoy foreplay. Hyunjae quickly got up and took out the gel.

He hurriedly squeezed the cold gel and pushed it into Nanyeong’s insides, inserting his finger with a thrust, and a small exclamation burst from Nanyeong’s mouth. Hyunjae quickly rubbed his erection from the base to arouse himself. Although it was more hurried than usual, today’s Nanyeong seemed like he could accept anything.

“…Ah!”

The penis entered along with the gel that had not yet melted and was still in lumps. The inner walls, loosened by the alcohol, enveloped Hyunjae’s member.

“Hoo…”

Hyunjae bit his lip and let out a long breath. Perhaps because the tension was released by the alcohol and the drug, Nanyeong’s insides, more relaxed than usual, did not seem to feel much strain even with the hurried insertion.

Biting his lip, Hyunjae looked down at Nanyeong, whose face seemed strangely pale. His face, flushed with fever, was panting with his lips bitten.

“Ah, it feels so good. So good…”

The man moaned, his neck arched back, filled with the man’s member.

“Move faster.”

“Lift your hips.”

“Yes, yes…”

When Hyunjae slightly adjusted his position, Nanyeong clung to him, feeling anxious even at the slight sensation of it slipping out. Hyunjae felt an impulse to lose his reason due to Nanyeong’s much more honest reaction than usual. Hyunjae’s preference was to provide enough foreplay to get excited together. But today, he couldn’t easily handle the heat pushing inside him.

“You’re so impatient…”

After a few thrusts from above, Nanyeong moaned and trembled. His smooth, sweaty body showed no sign of rejection, and Nanyeong even pulled Hyunjae’s waist with his legs, wanting more stimulation.

“I’m in a hurry. Sorry, I can’t hold back. Tell me if it hurts.”

The voice mixed with heavy breathing was clearly excited even to his own ears. Knowing it was a bit rough, Hyunjae grabbed Nanyeong’s shoulder with one hand and the bed head with the other, moving his hips vigorously. As he put his weight into it and thrust hard, Nanyeong’s head fell back instantly.

“Ugh, ugh. Ugh…”

“Ha, Hyunjae, Hyun… jae… Ahh…”

With the continuous thrusts pounding down, Nanyeong was soon pushed up to the bed head. After roughly placing a pillow under his head, Hyunjae moved his hips again at an unbelievably fast pace. A moan escaped through his gritted teeth.

“Huh, huh…”

“Ha, ugh, huh! It feels so good. So good.”

“Ugh, haa…”

“More. More… harder.”

Nanyeong urged Hyunjae with a voice that sounded like he was out of breath. Stop, be quiet. Just. Hyunjae muttered in a hoarse voice and grabbed Nanyeong’s cheek tightly. The flesh clashing below was red, and every time he thrust in, the man’s body convulsed weakly, yet he kept demanding to be ruined. It felt like he was really going to lose his mind because of this man.

It wasn’t just because of the drug. He always wanted to throw away his conscience during sex. He always encouraged Hyunjae to act more beastly. A man who was satisfied with sex so rough it left bruises all over his body.

That’s why having sex with Nanyeong also gave Hyunjae a sense of liberation. Although Nanyeong was the first man he had sex with, he was able to quickly overcome his reluctance for this reason. For this moment, he could forget the harsh reality. The pleasure of his mind going blank was not just for Nanyeong.

“Come here, turn around.”

Hyunjae turned Nanyeong’s body with his roughened voice, making him face away. Grabbing his slim waist with both hands, he made him raise his butt like a dog and positioned himself. Then, he thrust in hard, pushing the inner walls roughly, making the folds rise and the flesh slap together.

“Ah, it feels so good… Huh, I’m going crazy… Ah!”

“Huh, ugh…”

“Hyunjae, more, give me more.”

The voice of Nanyeong, feeling too much, crying, and clinging to him. Hyunjae bit his lip hard. Ironically, although he had decided that sex was all there was with Nanyeong, every time he desperately clung to him, his ruthless lust was ignited. He couldn’t resist the man who was obedient, generous with any request, and begged for more even when pushed to the limit.

Before he knew it, Hyunjae had lost his reason and was pounding into the man pinned beneath him, pressing down with his weight. When he grabbed his cheek and neck with one hand, Nanyeong struggled to breathe, gasping shallowly and quickly. Biting and sucking on that fragile neck until it bruised, Hyunjae felt he was nearing his climax.

“Uh, face, huh, ah… I want to see.”

At Nanyeong’s plea, Hyunjae changed his position to face him. Then, Nanyeong’s hand ran through Hyunjae’s hair.

Hyunjae barely lifted his head and met Nanyeong’s eyes. In his wet, reddened eyes, there was a deep sense of satisfaction. Even though he was being treated so roughly that he could cry, he seemed truly happy.

“More, Hyunjae, more… Huh, keep going. Like this…”

Do it like you enjoy it.

For a moment, his heart ached at the close gaze. A look as if truly longing…

But at that moment, Hyunjae suddenly felt that this request was truly strange. To seek affection in a relationship that was only physical.

Nanyeong, pale-faced and panting, pulled Hyunjae’s neck with his fingers.

Although there was no strength in his gesture, Hyunjae willingly leaned in. Nanyeong desperately traced Hyunjae’s cheek, eyes, and lips with his gaze, not breaking eye contact even as he was shaken by the intense thrusts.

Somehow, every time he did this, Hyunjae couldn’t help but feel like Nanyeong really liked him.

“Ugh, ah…”

As Hyunjae pressed his lips to Nanyeong’s long neck, it arched back. His body trembled silently. He seemed to have reached his climax unexpectedly at the moment of the kiss. The white neck revealed the clear bruise Hyunjae had just left.

Hyunjae stared at that mark and thrust even more persistently into Nanyeong, who was trembling with the sensation of ejaculation. Uncontrolled moans continued to escape from Nanyeong’s mouth as he was penetrated.

“I like you, huh, I like you so much…”

“……!”

“You, too, much, I like you…”

Nanyeong murmured with a broken voice. At that moment, Hyunjae suddenly reached his climax inside Nanyeong. His insides tightened around Hyunjae, who was deeply buried within him. His vision turned white, and an unfamiliar emotion surged through him.

He likes me.

Hyunjae endlessly ejaculated inside him. As he released his excitement along with the semen, his head gradually cooled down.

An unfamiliar sneer overcame Hyunjae. Perhaps it was because the uncomfortable reality hit him right after ejaculation.

Hyunjae held Nanyeong’s sweaty body for a moment, catching his breath.

He never said he liked me before.

‘Weren’t we just supposed to sleep together?’

He was about to ask but stopped.

Some things become facts once they are spoken aloud. So, Hyunjae decided to pretend he hadn’t heard.

Just before pulling out, Hyunjae took a long, deep breath on top of Nanyeong’s body, then quickly got up, shaking off any lingering feelings. The air touching his still sweaty skin gave him goosebumps. Nanyeong might have felt even colder.

The thought just before climax left a bitter aftertaste to the pleasure.

Sitting back and savoring the afterglow alone, Hyunjae glanced over.

Nanyeong was covering his face with both hands, breathing heavily. His white skin was marked with red handprints everywhere, and his legs were carelessly spread apart. Between them, the thick semen Hyunjae had just released was flowing out in clumps. He wondered if the slight trembling of the inner thigh muscles was due to the aphrodisiac.

What particularly caught his attention was Nanyeong covering his eyes with both hands. He wondered if he was crying like before.

Because I was too rough, and then I coldly turned away right after finishing.

Eventually, Hyunjae crawled over on his knees and looked down at Nanyeong.

“Did it hurt?”

He asked, removing the hands covering his face. Surprisingly, the hands fell limply. Nanyeong’s revealed eyes were red as if he had been crying, but it was hard to tell if Hyunjae had caused it. Nanyeong had looked like this all night.

“No, it was good.”

“……”

“I like anything you do to me.”

Nanyeong’s softly moist eyes didn’t seem to be lying. His dreamy, dazed eyes still held a hint of intoxication.

You don’t really like me, do you?

Hyunjae looked at him with emotionless eyes as he still trembled with the lingering heat of excitement.

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Hyunjae first met Nanyeong exactly three months ago, during the bitter cold of early New Year. Despite wearing his thickest clothes, the cold wind cutting through the old padding with its cheap, lumpy filling was painfully cold.

Just finishing his part-time job at a bar, Hyunjae felt someone tugging at his clothes. Noticing the slender fingers, he turned around and met the gaze of a woman who seemed to have just left the bar as well.

“Can you give me your number now? You’re done with work.”

Hyunjae was immediately embarrassed. Only then did he recognize the woman’s face. She was a customer who had asked for his number during his shift, but he had refused, saying he was working. She must have followed him out as soon as his shift ended.