PHUW 149

“Haeri, take your hand off.”

“You first.”

“I’m saying this for your sake.”

“And if I don’t, then what?”

Provoking Jeong Mok at times like this was extremely dangerous. Haeri had already learned that through the week-long marathon in bed, still leaving his thighs weak and his hole sore at the memory. But Jeong Mok needed to learn too. Provoking Haeri could be just as dangerous.

Beneath the perfectly tailored trousers, the king cobra grew larger. Haeri lightly gripped that heavy, thick, hard length. Jeong Mok’s broad chest before his eyes rose and fell, and the man who claimed to be dizzy let out a low groan. The hand that had lain loosely on his forehead clenched into a tight fist.

“Haeri. Last warning. Take your hand off.”

The muffled voice leaked out between clenched molars. Honestly, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t scared. But wasn’t this what thrill was? They weren’t prepared anyway, so at most it would only be touching and rubbing. He could do that a hundred times over.

Instead of pulling away, Haeri curled his fingertips and scratched along Jeong Mok’s bulge as though ruffling Gom’s sturdy head. The large man began to twitch.

“You know something?”

“……”

Apparently too distracted to reply, Jeong Mok repeatedly clenched and unclenched his hands. At the same time, he increased the teasing against Haeri’s nipples. Haeri’s cock grew hard too.

“I know how to enjoy thrill, you know?”

“…Crazy.”

A beat later Jeong Mok caught his intent and jerked his head up. While he wavered on what to do with this cheeky little mutt who dared such insolence, the brat leaned in and pecked his lips.

“If you’re dizzy, stay lying down. I’ll do it.”

With a declaration so cute it was spine-tingling, Haeri climbed onto his waist. Designer trousers from a luxury brand collab with a famous pop star pressed tight against a hand-stitched Italian suit of three hundred years of tradition. And of course, what was inside each.

“…Really? You’re going to do this here? This old house has been used since my grandfather’s day, the soundproofing isn’t as good as you think. That’s why we only use the chairman’s study for private talks.”

“The yard’s huge.”

“There are people inside the house too. It’s not just the ones at the table.”

Jeong Mok’s eyes flicked toward the door. For all his act, his family was subtly close-knit, and it was common for someone to call another out for tea before bed. Someone could knock at any time. You might say lock the door, but they were the kind to mind manners, so they never entered without permission regardless. But what would they think when permission didn’t come right away? That was the problem. Real thrill itself, but the mutt didn’t realize it.

“Then I’ll just hold in the noise.”

“Haeri.”

“Dizzy people should be quiet.”

Haeri raised a finger to his lips. Speechless, Jeong Mok fell silent. Haeri mistook it as seizing control and smugly adjusted his posture. The sight triggered a rush of “cuteness aggression” in Jeong Mok.

How should he devour him so no regret remained? In one bite? Too wasteful. Slowly melt him? Too unsatisfying. Half bite, half melt? That might work. Bite first then melt, or melt first then crunch what was left?

Whether he sensed the wicked thoughts or not, the mutt bounced happily in his clumsy thrusts. It barely amounted to anything, but even the effort, made with sweat running down his face, wasn’t without effect. His cock hardened and the seam of his trousers stretched tight. At this rate, they might rip.

“Haeri, could you stop for a second?”

However he took that, Haeri lifted his strawberry-milk-colored face and stuck out his bright red jelly-like tongue.

“No. I’ll keep going.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

After a pause, Jeong Mok slid his hands slowly over Haeri’s thighs.

“We didn’t bring clothes to change into.”

“Ah.”

“And we have to eat breakfast together too.”

The truth was he could just ask a staff member for fresh clothes. He rarely wore the same thing two days in a row, and unless he had to show his taste in fashion, he didn’t even bother packing spares. The house staff always had something new ready. But Haeri didn’t know that. And Jeong Mok was counting on it.

“If they get dirty, it’ll be embarrassing. Why don’t you take them off?”

“Okay.”

Straddling Jeong Mok’s waist, Haeri began unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Normally he preferred hoodies, but for the main house he had dressed neatly in a white button-down. Chin lifted high, he looked down at the man beneath him with mock arrogance as he slowly undid each button. It was so ridiculously laughable, yet so unbearably cute.

He almost laughed, but Jeong Mok held it in with all his might. He wanted to preserve his lover’s self-image as a sexy model showing off his testosterone, even if only in his head. And besides, he really was unbearably cute.

Holding back the laugh made his lips tremble and his face flush. Haeri misread it completely.

“Is it that good? So good you can’t stand it?”

“Haeri… spare me.”

“I don’t want to. I’m going to eat you up.”

Completely unaware that he was already laid out on the grill, the other puffed himself up and stripped off his shirt. After a long hospital stay and time spent indoors, his skin was pale as snow, and his thin flesh made his sensitive nipples stand out strawberry red. With that, Haeri looked like a living strawberry shortcake.

Somehow, saliva pooled in Jeong Mok’s mouth.

People often add emotions to their lust. Some add cruelty, some humiliation, some control. Among them, the most decadent and dangerous was lust entwined with appetite. And among those whose lust mixed with hunger, there were the extreme deviants, the cannibalistic perverts.

Right now, the only one triggering Jeong Mok’s appetite was Ahn Haeri. And his desire for Haeri’s safety and wellbeing vastly outweighed any hunger. But the way Haeri’s nipples looked like edible strawberry toppings was not a good sign.

He had pledged to take responsibility for Haeri his whole life, gained the family’s approval, and agreed to hold a ceremony tantamount to marriage. Haeri’s most important person was himself, and because of that, Haeri’s happiness and wellbeing depended on Jeong Mok’s own stability. In short, for Haeri’s sake, Jeong Mok had to stay healthy and whole.

‘I’ll need to schedule another session with the psychiatrist soon.’

He didn’t want to leave even a trace of anything unsavory. He would check again and again whether his obsession with Haeri was healthy, the way one went for a medical exam. Only that way could he avoid the same fate as Jeong Seongil.

“Hyung, you’re thinking about something else, aren’t you?”

“No.”

Already loosening his tie, Haeri pouted.

“You are.”

After yanking the tie off and tossing it under the bed, Haeri started undoing the buttons of Jeong Mok’s dress shirt one by one.

“How could you be thinking of something else when such a sexy boyfriend is doing naughty things? You really need to be punished, hm?”

It was the same tone he used scolding Gom-i. Already struggling to hold back the violent appetite that made him want to crunch Haeri to the bone, Jeong Mok found it even harder when the boy acted so ridiculously. He tried to exert all his self-control, but his body tensed, and his tightly pressed lips trembled.

“Haeri. This is really, truly my last request. Won’t you stop and come down?”

But Haeri paid no attention and kept dismantling his outfit. Jacket, vest, shirt, all spread wide open, Haeri grinned wickedly.

“Revenge.”

He spread both hands wide and clutched Jeong Mok’s chest hard, then flared his nostrils like a fifty-year-old man drunk on makgeolli. His appetite dropped in an instant, and at the same time, his trousers grew looser. Fortunate, perhaps, but still.

“Haeri, don’t smile like that.”

“Why? Does your heart flutter too much to look?”

“……”

His heart did flutter, though in a different sense. He worried he might suffer a lifetime loss of appetite at this rate. Of course, his pure affection for Haeri only grew. Where else would he find a cutie who managed to be ugly as well?

Either way, the crisis passed. Whether that was fortunate or not, he didn’t know.

Still clueless, Haeri next reached for his belt. Happily unbuckling it and undoing the clasp, he frowned when he found Jeong Mok’s cock, which just moments earlier had been on the verge of bursting, now looking prim and restrained.

“What’s wrong with this?”

“……”

He tapped at it, but when there was still no reaction, he fell into serious thought.

“Did it sulk because I took too long?”

“That’s not it.”

“It is.”

Before Jeong Mok could stop him, Haeri suddenly lowered his head, pulled it out, and took it into his mouth.

This is driving him crazy.