PV Ch.22 Part 2

“I’m hungry. Let’s go eat. I’ll cook.”

Bomin, his hands clasped in theirs, led them inside. 

“Yoon Bisam said the kitchen is done.”

“Yes. The water’s running, and I stocked the fridge and pantry with some basic ingredients.” 

The mansion was bustling with activity, the sounds of construction echoing through the halls. But to Bomin, it sounded like music. He was happy. 

“You’re that happy?”

“Yes. Very.” 

Song Jaeho, forgetting his earlier annoyance, grinned, ruffling Bomin’s hair. 

He never thought that seeing someone else’s happiness would bring him so much joy. He cherished every moment he spent with Bomin. 

“The kitchen is this way.” 

Jeong Hotae, squeezing Bomin’s hand, led him towards the kitchen. 

“Wow…” 

Bomin gaped at the sight. It was like something out of a magazine. He hadn’t provided detailed instructions for the interior design. 

He had simply expressed his preferences, and the others had added their own ideas. 

“Esper Shi Yu-hyeon designed the kitchen and dining room.”

Shi Yu-hyeon was the best cook among them, so it made sense that he would have the most input when it came to the kitchen. 

The walls were painted a dark green, a long rectangular dining table, large enough to seat ten people comfortably, placed in the center of the room.

The table was made of dark wood, the chairs upholstered in a light gray fabric. It was elegant and luxurious. 

“The lighting is beautiful.”

Round, moon-like lamps hung from the ceiling, their soft light illuminating the room. 

“It would be perfect with a large plant in that corner.” 

Food, besides s*x, was Bomin’s top priority. Eating in this kitchen would make even a simple piece of toast feel like a gourmet meal.

“It’s connected by a glass door.”

A sliding glass door separated the kitchen from the dining room. 

“You two sit here. I’ll whip up something delicious.” 

“Are you sure you… can cook…?” 

Both Song Jaeho and Jeong Hotae were decent cooks.

Jeong Hotae remembered all the culinary disasters Bomin had inflicted upon him in the past. Bomin, seeing his worried expression, gently pushed him towards a chair. 

“Sit down, Song Jaeho.”

He spoke firmly, like a dog trainer. Song Jaeho sat down obediently. 

“I’m not making anything fancy. We have these wonderful inventions.”

Bomin pulled out a large pot, filling it with water. He placed it on the induction stove, his movements surprisingly competent as he turned on the heat.

He then grabbed a package of ramen from the pantry, his smile widening. Jeong Hotae, seeing the familiar packaging, finally relaxed. 

He vaguely remembered the ramen Bomin had made for him in the past being… edible.

He smiled, watching Bomin, his hand resting on his chin. 

“You know you’re whipped when you find even that endearing.”

Song Jaeho chuckled, nudging Jeong Hotae. He found Bomin’s serious expression as he prepared to cook for them amusing. 

“Eggs… eggs…”

Water spilled onto the counter as Bomin filled the pot. It was a large pot, big enough for three servings of ramen, but he had filled it to the brim. 

The water began to boil, bubbles forming on the surface and overflowing.

Song Jaeho, with a flick of his wrist, gathered the spilled water, sending it down the drain. He also discreetly reduced the amount of water in the pot. 

Bomin, his head buried in the fridge, was searching for eggs.

“Here.”

Jeong Hotae, unable to watch any longer, retrieved a carton of eggs from the back of the fridge. 

“Want me to crack them for you?” 

“I can do it!”

…Sure. 

Jeong Hotae watched as Bomin, trying to crack an egg, ended up crushing it in his hand. He facepalmed.

“These eggshells are really hard… Must be good quality.” 

Bomin, embarrassed, rubbed his fingers on the countertop.

“Want to try again? Or… would you like some help?” 

“Just… help me with the cracking.”

Jeong Hotae handed him another egg. He then cracked it expertly, dropping it into the boiling water. 

“Do you have any green onions? Ramen tastes better with green onions.”

Bomin might not have been a good cook, but he knew how to eat. Jeong Hotae found some green onions in the fridge, washed them, and chopped them up.

“Here, add these.” 

“Okay.”

Bomin, taking the chopped onions, sprinkled them into the pot.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, good enough to sell.” 

Jeong Hotae smiled, his lips brushing against Bomin’s cheek.

And before Bomin could even find his oven mitts, the pot, along with bowls and chopsticks, floated into the air, landing gracefully on the dining table.

“Thank you for the food, Lee Bomin.” 

Song Jaeho, despite the fact that they had all contributed to the meal, made sure to thank Bomin. 

“Maybe I should have made another pot…” 

“Want me to heat up some rice?”

“Yes, please. Do we have any kimchi?” 

“I bought a few jars. Hold on.” 

The ramen disappeared quickly, most of it ending up in Bomin’s stomach.

Jeong Hotae, seeing that Bomin had finished his noodles, made him a rice ball. 

“I’m full. Did you say everyone else is busy today?”

“Yoon Bisam said he won’t be back for a week, Won Seongwoo and Han Biseong are clearing dungeons, and Shi Yu-hyeon and Kim Seohun will be here in about two hours.” 

Bomin, patting his distended stomach, nodded. 

“It’s just us in the mansion, once the workers leave. It’s such a nice day.” 

He gestured towards the window. It was summer, but the cool breeze made it pleasant. 

“Now that we’re full… want to exercise?” 

They all knew what he meant. Jeong Hotae and Song Jaeho both stood up. 

“Are you going to join us?”

“Of course I am.” 

Jeong Hotae, unable to resist asking, was met with a firm reply. 

“Let’s go to the rooftop. It’s the place I’m most curious about, after the bedroom.”

The kitchen and dining room alone were huge. He couldn’t imagine how spacious the rooftop would be.

“To the rooftop!”

Bomin took a few steps, then turned around, wrapping his arms around Jeong Hotae’s neck.

The high ceilings meant there were a lot of stairs. He clung to Jeong Hotae, his finger pointing towards the rooftop.

“Are you sure you’re up for this with a stomach like that? I don’t think you can handle two c*cks after all that food.”

Song Jaeho, his hand gently rubbing Bomin’s round belly, chuckled. 

“My body has two holes. What are you worried about?”

“…Sometimes… I really don’t know what to do with you.”

Song Jaeho sighed, his gaze fixed on Bomin’s mischievous smile. 

He was having a hard time controlling himself. 

“Don’t worry, I’m feeling great. You can do whatever you want.”

Song Jaeho’s resolve crumbled as Bomin took his hand, his voice soft and reassuring.

* * *

“Ugh… A little… slower…” 

“You were asking me to go faster just a moment ago.” 

“Mhm…” 

Bomin shook his head, clinging to Jeong Hotae. 

“Bomin-ah, are you alright? Do you need a break?”

“No…”

Jeong Hotae’s c*ck, still slick with saliva from Bomin’s bl*wjob, was hard and throbbing. Bomin reached for it, his tongue darting out to lick the tip. 

“Ah, haa…”

Before he could take it into his mouth, Song Jaeho grabbed his hips, thrusting into him. 

Red marks, shaped like Song Jaeho’s hands, already adorned Bomin’s waist. Jeong Hotae, seeing this, frowned.

“Bomin’s skin is sensitive. Please be a little gentler.” 

“You don’t seem to be holding back either.” 

Song Jaeho gestured towards Bomin’s chest, where Jeong Hotae’s fingers were playing. They were both standing, their bodies towering over Bomin. 

Bomin’s ass was impaled by Song Jaeho’s c*ck, his hole stretched wide. His mouth was occupied by Jeong Hotae’s c*ck.

As Bomin’s body weakened, they would hold him up, taking turns ravishing him. 

Jeong Hotae’s fingers pinched his swollen n*pples.

“Haa…!” 

Bomin’s body arched as his hypersensitive n*pples were abused. His own c*ck, leaking precum, twitched between them. 

“Hng, mhm…”

He took Jeong Hotae’s c*ck back into his mouth. Song Jaeho thrust up, the head hitting the back of his throat. 

His vision blurred, tears welling up in his eyes. He could vaguely see Jeong Hotae’s toned abs, his dark pubic hair. 

“Bomin-ah…” 

Jeong Hotae, his voice a low groan, grabbed his hair, his touch possessive. 

Bomin, leaning back against his hand, tilted his head back, the tip of Jeong Hotae’s c*ck rubbing against the roof of his mouth. 

His entire body was a bundle of nerves, his senses overloaded. His eyes unfocused as he was repeatedly fucked.

“Ugh…!” 

“Lee Bomin, when you’re with two people, you need to focus on both of us.”

Even without Bomin’s full attention, his tight hole was greedily swallowing Song Jaeho’s c*ck.

But Song Jaeho was annoyed by the way Bomin’s gaze was fixated on Jeong Hotae. He was starting to regret volunteering to take the bottom position. He craved Bomin’s attention.