Jeong Tae-ui let out a low chuckle, and Ilay glanced at him with a subtle expression. Tae-ui noticed the look and muttered, “Huh? What?”

“Why. Isn’t it cute?”

“Cute to girls, you mean, Tae-ui?”

“What?”

Tae-ui stared blankly at Ilay, who spoke as if puzzled. Then realizing the meaning, he twisted his face in disbelief.

“Hey, what do you mean girls? She looked barely fourteen. She’s just a little kid. Kids running around are cute.”

“Her body might be a kid’s, but her mind seemed like a girl’s. Well, you’ve never been good with girls anyway.”

Tae-ui had no immediate comeback and closed his mouth with a grunt. That was mostly true, but it still stung his pride as a man.

“Not ‘not good,’ just ‘don’t do it.’ Don’t talk like I’m some sort of incompetent.”

Muttering grumpily, Tae-ui drew a smirk from Ilay.

“I know you’re not incompetent.”

Suddenly, a slightly lower voice echoed near his ear.

Before Tae-ui could react, Ilay’s hand grabbed the front of his pants firmly but not harshly. The moment his hand gripped Tae-ui’s crotch over the pants, Tae-ui instinctively flinched—memories of that hand squeezing his genitals painfully still vivid.

Noticing Tae-ui’s stiffened face, Ilay smiled faintly. Leaning close to his ear, he flicked his tongue against Tae-ui’s earlobe.

“No need to be so tense. I won’t crush you without reason.”

Meaning: If there’s a reason, he will. And Tae-ui knew Ilay would make up reasons on a whim.

“While I was showering, you sat on the windowsill so still. What were you thinking about so intently?”

Ilay withdrew his hand from Tae-ui’s crotch, rubbing his waist as he whispered close to Tae-ui’s ear. Lips sliding over his ear and cheek tickled. Why did this guy have such a bad habit? Did he only think about sex when he saw him? Well, during their time at UNHRDO, this bastard did treat him like an easy masturbation tool.

Recalling that made Tae-ui suddenly boil with disgust, muttering sulkily,

“I was thinking why you come to my room to use my bathroom, shampoo, and soap when you have your own.”

Before Tae-ui could finish his complaint, Ilay chuckled softly.

“Your shampoo and soap are fresher. You have to endure it.”

Couldn’t resist the urge to shower? Then it was no surprise he couldn’t resist other urges either.

Tae-ui felt a hand creeping up from his waist toward his chest under his collar and flinched from the tickle.

That’s strange. He wasn’t always such a shameless bastard. When alone, he wasn’t the type to persistently bother people. Why now…?

But then Tae-ui considered maybe he just hadn’t noticed before, and this man had always been like this. After all, Tae-ui had once accidentally seen Ilay with someone a few times. That kind of thing isn’t something you see often by chance.

“So, do you think we can find Jae-ui?”

Ilay whispered, tickling Tae-ui’s ear. As Tae-ui tried to turn his head away, a pale hand grabbed and held his face in place. Biting his earlobe with surprising strength as if to say “don’t even try,” Ilay pressed firmly.

Winced in pain and frowned, Tae-ui shrugged. Ilay smiled satisfied and stroked Tae-ui’s face with the hand that had been covering it.

“Well, who knows? We haven’t even left this house yet, so how could I tell?”

“Hm. If they’re twins, maybe there’s some kind of connection or sense... something?”

“I don’t know about other twins, but I definitely don’t have that. Anyway, shouldn’t we eat dinner?”

Muttering that, Tae-ui tried to push Ilay’s shoulder lightly. He didn’t move. If only he’d back off like a joke, but it seemed unlikely.

Suddenly Tae-ui felt the solid weight pressing against his pants front and stared quietly at the ceiling.

“…Ilay.”

“Hm?”

“…Do you like me that much?”

After saying it, he wondered if that was a joke worthy of getting beaten, but Ilay wasn’t without humor. As Tae-ui thought, Ilay paused while buzzing his lips over Tae-ui’s upper lip. Then he moved slightly away but the intense gaze down at him remained.

The next moment, laughter burst out, striking Tae-ui’s eardrums. Laughing heartily like he’d met a great friend at a tavern, Ilay lightly patted Tae-ui’s arm.

“Tae, you really say things I’ve never heard or thought of in my life. Yeah, yeah. You did that before too. What did I do then... Ah, right. When I said I liked you, you obediently spread your legs. If you want, I can say it as many times as you want.”

“No, I don’t want to hear that…”

“Tae, I like you. I love you. So, take it off.”

His voice was resolute despite the laughter. Saying something unnecessary and losing what little dignity one had is what you call that.

Tae-ui pulled his head back slightly and finally could see Ilay’s face clearly. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, surprised. Unexpectedly, there was a faint smile at the corner of Ilay’s eyes. Maybe a trick of light, but those eyes carried a soft expression, looking almost normal.

But that face would quickly turn into his usual crazy look if Tae-ui didn’t take his clothes off quickly.

Grasping his belt buckle, Tae-ui fell into a gloomy thought. He’d been here less than three hours. Even counting when he arrived and dropped off his bags—though there were barely any—less than an hour had passed. After nearly a day of hardship to arrive, now another ordeal began. It was too cruel.

Ilay quietly watched Tae-ui fiddling with the buckle and slowly, leaning on the windowsill, reached out a hand that seemed to trap Tae-ui like in a cage. In a lowered voice, he asked slowly,

“Should I ask you the same thing, Tae? Do you hate me?”

“Huh?”

Tae-ui briefly failed to understand the question and asked again. He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly was being asked—whether it was about Ilay or the act itself in this context.

“….”

Tae-ui pondered shortly again.

Do I hate this guy? The moment that premise came up, a surge of anger rose inside. Why would anyone like a maniac who claims he could slit your throat anytime, keeps you by his side to torment you for life?

...But even considering that, though it was {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} a ridiculous thought, he didn’t hate the man. Maybe like the friends he had once told about this man, Tae-ui clearly disliked some parts of Ilay but those parts didn’t dominate his entire feeling toward him.

Okay, so the first question is answered—no.

Then, do I hate the act itself? The second premise brought another wave of anger. How could he like that cursed lower body that should be kept in a stable? After one insertion, he’d have to lie curled up in bed all day the next.

But if he thought nicely, except for the insertion, the act wasn’t bad. Tae-ui was quite neutral, able to live either way, but he enjoyed sexual pleasure. And this man was perfectly satisfying in that regard, always reliably bringing Tae-ui to climax... Yeah, except for that damn lower part.

Tae-ui could boldly proclaim: If only he cut that thing in half, he’d like it anytime.

Ilay watched Tae-ui thinking silently and sighed lightly, suddenly losing the smile in his eyes.

“So you hate it, huh? Well… you hate it, but it can’t be helped.”

“Huh?”

Before Tae-ui could answer properly, Ilay’s hand suddenly grabbed his crotch again. Not painfully tight but firmer than before, with a clearer intent.

At that moment, Tae-ui suddenly thought: Maybe Ilay really means to settle this today.

“Hey!”

Tae-ui grabbed Ilay’s arm. Without a word, Ilay dropped his gaze to Tae-ui.

“From tomorrow, you’ll be searching for your brother. Besides, you just arrived today and I’m starving to death. If you end up stuck in bed all day, are you telling me to really die?”

But Ilay only smirked with a raised corner of his mouth.

“That’s your problem.”

Tae-ui squeezed Ilay’s arm tightly. He was frustrated that his grip was weaker than this man’s. Ilay could probably snap his arm just by squeezing.

Then his strength drained, and he let go.

“Well… at least let’s eat first. I feel like I’m about to pass out. You wouldn’t want to do that to someone who’s fainted like a corpse, right?”

Tae-ui muttered weakly. If he starved and exhausted himself like this, unable to get out of bed or eat all day, he’d really die.

Ilay looked down at him with tired eyes, then suddenly turned and walked away. Tae-ui’s eyes widened watching his back. Though he’d pleaded, he hadn’t expected Ilay to agree so easily. Surprisingly, he had a human side...

But before Tae-ui could properly admire that, Ilay sat on the bed. Leaning against the wall, he spread his legs arrogantly. His crotch, swollen as before, was plainly visible.

“After dinner would be fine. But first, we have to put out the urgent fire. Come here, Tae. By the way, you said the other day you wanted it orally.”

Ilay called Tae-ui with a finger wagging. Tae-ui’s gaze was stuck on his crotch.

Of course, he had said that in urgency the other day, but seeing it again was really...

Tae-ui glared at that flesh lump with a grimace. Then Ilay called again.

“Tae. Come.”

Tae-ui looked up briefly, meeting Ilay’s cold stare. Damn it, maybe he was upset about something again. Tae-ui grumbled and scratched his head. Then resigned, he approached Ilay. “Fine, use me however you want. I’ll grab the next chance and get the hell out of here for good.”

“Tae, don’t think nonsense.”

Tae-ui sometimes feared Ilay’s beastly instincts. He tried hard to clear his mind, joking that maybe Ilay was peering inside his head. Even without trying, sitting in front of him made his mind go blank.

Looking again, this was… a real weapon.

Ilay stared at the hesitant and scared Tae-ui, then suddenly grabbed his head and roughly pushed it into his crotch. Before Tae-ui could even breathe, the hot flesh rubbed against his face.

“You were awful before. I want you to do it properly this time. If your desires aren’t fully satisfied, whether you starve or not, I intend to shove it up your ass. Suck it well.”

He whispered in a low, sharp voice. Tae-ui clicked his tongue. Crazy bastard.

Suddenly a fiery surge rose inside him.

Grabbing the swollen flesh with both hands, Tae-ui muttered roughly,

“Don’t ever say you like or love me again. When someone who jokes like that does this, it’s even more disgusting. Just do what you want—if you want me to suck, I’ll suck; if you want me to lick, I’ll lick.”

As soon as he said that coldly, he put the flesh in his mouth. Damn it. It barely fit. Or rather, the moment he put it in, he regretted it. Even just the tip filled his mouth so much that his throat was pressed, making breathing difficult.

Damn. Shit. What am I supposed to do?

Even though he had swallowed so much flesh, it was still less than half inside, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Should he lick it instead of bite? Unsure what to do, he glanced up at Ilay, then frowned.

It was the worst. Ilay’s cold face watching him without expression clearly showed twisted disgust.

Tae-ui felt wronged thinking the one who should be twisted was him, but before he could say anything, Ilay’s hand reached out. One hand grabbed Tae-ui’s head and pressed it firmly.

A strangled moan burst from Tae-ui’s mouth but was cut off by the flesh pressing against him.