SLC 54

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang, followed immediately by loud banging on the door.

Who could it be this early in the morning? No one should be coming.

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, dingdingdingdingdingdong.

When no one answered, the doorbell continued ringing. Kim Jinkyung groggily opened his eyes, then spotted the pitch black beast lying beside him and jumped in shock.

Why is he like this…

“Teacher Kim! Are you inside? You are, right? You have to be.”

Secretary Kang’s voice came from outside the door. Kim Jinkyung panicked and shook the furry beast lying next to him to wake him up.

“Wake up. Quickly, hurry.”

The black panther, who had been sleeping, blinked. When he noticed Kim Jinkyung, he licked the back of his hand. Kim Jinkyung lowered his voice and whispered.

“This isn’t the time for this. Hurry, change.”

“……”

The black panther looked at Kim Jinkyung with a face that said he didn’t understand, then noticed his own front paw and flinched in shock.

“Why are you like this right now? When did you transform? …Don’t tell me we did it while you looked like this?”

Kim Jinkyung’s face drained of color. He barely remembered anything. Because of that thing that never went down no matter what he did, they had done it for hours on end, almost to death.

Mok Seongha was huge. Not just big, but absurdly huge. And the head swelled inside and wouldn’t come out, so every time Mok Seongha thrust his hips, it felt like his inner walls were getting beaten with a fist. The real problem was that the thick tip continued grinding relentlessly against his sensitive spot, until in the end Kim Jinkyung cried and begged.

‘Hng, please pull it out. Please, okay? Something’s wrong… it feels like it’s going to break down there. Hhk.’

Age, dignity, none of it mattered. He clung to Mok Seongha while crying, repeating ‘please pull it out.’ Then he passed out.

But what if, while he was unconscious, he really did it with him in that form…

The beast hurriedly shook his head when he saw Kim Jinkyung losing all color in his face.

“At least…”

That doesn’t make it okay!

Kim Jinkyung grabbed the panther’s front paws and urged him again, telling him to hurry up and transform.

“What are you doing in there? The young master is in there, right? Young master! Are you still in that form? Did you forget today’s schedule?”

Secretary Kang’s voice grew harsher as he pounded on the door. Kim Jinkyung checked himself and the beast’s condition. Even someone completely oblivious would realize what had happened between the two if they saw this scene right now.

Secretary Kang cherished Mok Seongha. Their relationship went far beyond that of an ordinary employee and employer. He was the only person who called him the young master. When Kim Jinkyung once casually asked why, he had answered, ‘Because he’s small and cute?’ In Secretary Kang’s eyes, Mok Seongha was always a small, cute baby cat.

…And he had gone and done things like this with that cat. He would definitely die. He would get buried, drowned, cremated, killed in every possible way.

“Ju-just a moment!”

Kim Jinkyung shouted toward the door, then turned back to the black panther.

“Why aren’t you transforming?”

The black panther curved his tail into the shape of a question mark.

…What is that? He can even do something cute like that? No, this isn’t the time.

“You switched on the rooftop back then. You can do it the same way.”

The panther closed his eyes and tensed his body for a moment. Only the long whiskers around his muzzle trembled, and nothing else changed.

“Young master! Little young master! You’re in there, right? Don’t tell me you still haven’t changed?”

“He-he’s showering right now!”

Kim Jinkyung made an excuse and looked back at the panther. If this dragged on, Secretary Kang would definitely tear the door off and come in.

How did he transform back then? On the rooftop, Mok Seongha definitely said something…

Something suddenly occurred to Kim Jinkyung.

“I if you change, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“……!”

The panther’s sleepy, half-closed eyes turned round.

“I can’t do it in this form right now…”

“Where, and how many times?”

Mok Seongha had already turned into a human. He leaned in and asked.

“It worked!”

Kim Jinkyung cheered before he could stop himself. Right after that, Secretary Kang’s threatening voice came through the door, asking ‘What worked, what worked?!’

“Hu-hurry up and get dressed and come out. Okay? Hurry.”

Kim Jinkyung pushed Mok Seongha away.

“You still haven’t answered where and how many times!”

Mok Seongha shouted angrily. Kim Jinkyung quickly leaned in and kissed Mok Seongha’s cheek.

“That’s enough, right?”

“Fuck, what do you mean enough…”

“Where are my clothes? My clothes.”

Kim Jinkyung grabbed a T-shirt within reach and pulled it over his head. After slipping into the loose shirt, he stood up and hurriedly looked around.

“I’ll find your clothes too, Seongha-ssi. Just a moment.”

That was when it happened. Something pale and cloudy trickled down between Kim Jinkyung’s legs. He seemed not to notice, completely focused on looking for clothes. Mok Seongha silently watched the semen sliding down Kim Jinkyung’s long legs, then stood up.

“They’re not here. I didn’t bring any.”

“Ah, right. Then…”

Before Kim Jinkyung could finish his sentence, Mok Seongha stepped beside him and spoke in a low voice.

“I’ll come out in 30 minutes.”

“Young master. You’re back. But…”

“30 minutes.”

He grew annoyed, and the voice beyond the door quieted down.

“Then I’ll wait in the car.”

Secretary Kang’s footsteps faded away. Kim Jinkyung let out a sigh of relief.

“You can wash up and go out.”

“……”

Mok Seongha said nothing and walked toward Kim Jinkyung.

Why does he look angry since earlier?

Before Kim Jinkyung could ask, Mok Seongha dropped to his knees and grabbed Kim Jinkyung’s ankle. Then he shoved his face between Kim Jinkyung’s legs and licked his thigh.

“Wh-what are you…”

“Treatment.”

“What? No. You don’t have to do this. There are only 30 minutes left… Ugh!”

Mok Seongha grabbed Kim Jinkyung’s feet and pulled him down onto the floor. Only then was the space between Kim Jinkyung’s legs fully revealed.

The moment Mok Seongha confirmed the state of his lower body, messy with the semen he had released, desire for conquest filled his eyes.

“…Seongha-ssi.”

Mok Seongha opened his mouth and began to lick Kim Jinkyung’s hole.

“……!”

Kim Jinkyung was so startled that he covered his mouth with both hands. He heard Secretary Kang’s receding footsteps, but he could not make a single sound just in case.

“I didn’t get a good look yesterday because I was in such a hurry…”

Mok Seongha, who was sucking on the hole, kissed the red, swollen entrance and continued speaking.

“Teacher, do you know this place looks incredibly lewd?”

No. I don’t know. I don’t want to know, and right now, that kind of stuff….

“Don’t worry. I’ll take responsibility and lick everything, even the inside.”

Mok Seongha buried his head down there again. Kim Jinkyung swallowed a scream his a tongue pushed its way inside. Under the guise of treatment, the tongue that dipped inside his hole flicked and licked, making squelching noises as it searched his inner walls.

The thick tongue stretched his hole apart, performing a therapeutic act comparable to penetration.

“…Ah… ngh.”

Kim Jinkyung quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his face and block his mouth when a stray moan escaped his lips.

I should die. I’m going to die…. Ah. Why didn’t I die back then?

While he brooded over endless self-loathing beneath the pillow, Mok Seongha pulled his mouth away.

Is it over?

Kim Jinkyung cautiously peeked his head out. Mok Seongha was making a call somewhere with Kim Jinkyung’s phone.

“Yeah. It’s me.”

It feels ominous. Why does he look angrier than before?

“I’ll be out in 45 minutes, no, 55 minutes.”

“……?!”

Mok Seongha finished the short call and threw the phone aside. Then he lowered his massive, door-like body over him and said, “Teacher, you seduced me first.”

Kim Jinkyung closed his eyes as the fierce predator, finished with his preparations for the hunt, opened his mouth and approached him.

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–Ramen again? Do you have no thoughts at all?

Kim Jinkyung flinched.

He had simply answered honestly when asked if he had eaten. He told him he ate at the school cafeteria and then answered the question about the menu.

“Am I not allowed to eat it?”

–It’s bad for your health. You should eat something good for your body. You don’t even know that?

“I don’t have an appetite.”

He had no appetite and no time.

The licking that started under the guise of treatment grew increasingly intense. Eventually, Mok Seongha left the studio apartment only after an hour and 30 minutes had passed, well beyond the 55 minutes.

During that long stretch of time, Mok Seongha sucked, licked, bit, slurped, and poked at Kim Jinkyung’s hole with his tongue. Kim Jinkyung learned through this morning’s experience that a person’s vision can spin when they feel excessive sexual pleasure. …It was something he also did not want to know.

–Why don’t you have an appetite?

“…….”

Think about it. I was subjected to that all night and then subjected to something similar as soon as I woke up. Of course I wouldn’t have an appetite.

–Are you sick? Where are you right now. I’ll send a car right…no, I’ll go myself.

“Ah, no. I’m not sick.”

Kim Jinkyung immediately corrected him because he knew Mok Seongha was exceptionally sensitive to health issues.

“I’m just a little, you know, tired.”

–Because we had sex all night?

Kim Jinkyung’s ears turned bright red at the direct question. He covered the phone with his hand and walked into a corner.

“Y-you shouldn’t say things like that.”

–Then how should I ask? Sexual intercourse? Relations? The sexual act?

Kim Jinkyung clutched his hair in the corner.

“… Just don’t ask.”

–What is the reason? Teacher, you tell me.

Heat rushed to Kim Jinkyung’s heart at the mention of ‘Teacher.’ He naturally recalled the things Mok Seongha did while he called him ‘Teacher’ through the night.

“It is because I couldn’t sleep much and I am tired.”

–Because of sex?

“…….”

Kim Jinkyung massaged his brow in silence.

–You seemed to sleep well, though.

He wanted to argue and ask if that even counted as sleep. He had fainted from the intense sex, only to find Mok Seongha swaying his hips on top of him when he opened his eyes. He repeatedly lost consciousness, woke up, and lost it again as he cried and clung to him while he ejaculated.

“… I did?”

–Yeah. Later, when I pulled out, you didn’t even wake up and slept soundly.

Common people do not call that ‘sleeping soundly’; they call it ‘losing consciousness.’

–Are you very tired? Should I come pick you up?

“No. It is fine. My class is not over yet.”

–Do you really have to attend class on a day like this?

“… I have no choice if I want to make up for my midterm grades.”

–What are midterm grades?

“Exams. I completely ruined them.”

–Why?

“That is….”

Kim Jinkyung tried to answer but closed his mouth.

He could not bring himself to say that he lost his mind because he licked his thighs to ‘treat’ him. Back then, Mok Seongha had helped him out of pure goodwill.

“The questions were difficult.”

–Hahahahaha!

Laughter erupted from the other side of the phone. Kim Jinkyung blinked at the sudden laughter.

–If it was hard for you, it must have been hard for others too. Isn’t that obvious? You are the smartest person I know.

… No, I am not. If you knew how many stupid things I do, you would take those words back.

Even now, my heart flutters so much at your words that I gripped my hand too hard, and my coffee is dripping down….

Kim Jinkyung roughly shook the coffee off his hand and gulped down the rest of the drink.

–What time does class end?

“A little after 6:00.”

–Hmm, that’s a bit tight.

“You don’t have to come. I’m supposed to meet some people from my department in a bit.”

–Hey.

His voice suddenly turned cold. Kim Jinkyung dropped the cup in his hand without realizing it.

–Who are these people? Is there anyone you used to tutor? Are there men? Is there even one ugly bastard? There probably is. Since the whole world is your type.

Kim Jinkyung sighed, picked up the fallen cup, and threw it in the trash. He wedged the phone between his shoulder, took a handkerchief out of his pocket to wipe his fingers, and then spoke calmly.

“We are just gathering for a moment for a team project. And I….”

Kim Jinkyung scanned his surroundings, caught his breath, and spoke quickly.

“I like handsome men.”

–So any man is fine?

“…….”

This bastard.

–I know you fucking love men, but… stop liking them so much now. I’ll be good to you.

The last part was added in a slightly insecure tone. Kim Jinkyung wondered what he should do with this cat that was so vividly alive and running wild around him, so he rubbed his heated cheek with his palm.

“… Is the Chairman feeling alright?”

Kim Jinkyung hesitated and changed the subject.

–Yeah. Fortunately, he was drunk on painkillers last night and slept without waking up once, so he doesn’t know I ran away from home. Is it running away from home, or running away from the garden? Running away from the hospital?

Mok Seongha mumbled as he combined new words.

“That is a relief.”

–Relief, my ass. We just fought.

“Pardon? Why?”

–Because he said he is checking out of the hospital…

“Checking out? Did they say he could?”

–Of course not. Fuck!

Mok Seongha cursed as if he was enraged. Kim Jinkyung grasped his phone in surprise.

–Sorry. I got annoyed again just thinking about it. I’m so pissed.

“… Why did he suddenly make such a decision?”

Kim Jinkyung asked carefully. Based on the Chairman he knew, the man was not someone to act stubborn without a reason.

–He says there is no more point in receiving treatment. The old man is insisting on coming home.

“…….”

He felt like he understood what that meant. For a patient facing death, especially a cancer patient, the final destination was usually one place. Hospice.

–Teacher, do you want to try talking to him? You are good at persuading people.

“Seongha-ssi.”

–Even you think this is wrong, am I right?

“The Chairman has a lot of money, right?”

–What? Why bring up money all of a sudden? He has plenty. Enough to rot away. Why? Do you need money?

Mok Seongha asked with an intensity that suggested he would hand over any amount if Kim Jinkyung provided an account number right now.

“No. It’s not like that…. Wouldn’t he be able to call the necessary medical staff to the house as well?”

–… He did say he would do that.

“He will likely have all the necessary equipment ready too.”

–Even so, the hospital is better! How can you compare three doctors to a university hospital?

… He has the wealth to keep three doctors stationed at a private residence.

“The hospital is better, but what the Chairman wants probably isn’t in the hospital.”

–What is that?

“Time.”

–…….

“Time he can spend with his grandson at home. Even the most expensive hospital cannot give him that.”

Even if Mok Seongha stayed by his side at the hospital 24 hours a day, it was different from the house where he lived. And considering the grandson’s special circumstances, staying at home would be a more comfortable time for both of them.

–… Is Grandpa failing to get proper treatment at the hospital because of me?

“No. It’s not that, …he probably wants to spend more time with you.”

–For that to happen, he needs more treatment. He needs to get healthy, get better…

Chairman Choi’s face came to mind. Dry skin and hollow eyes where death had gnawed away at his vitality. If he were to write down the possibility of him becoming healthy and recovering in numbers, it was a state that converged to zero.

–… I know. I’m just talking bullshit.

“No. It’s natural to worry.”

–Then what would you do if you were in my shoes? Would you let him check out?

What would I have done?

Kim Jinkyung knew that his way of thinking was close to the STEM type. He gathers various pieces of information, runs them through a process, and then draws a conclusion. The patient has no chance of recovery and wants to spend his remaining days peacefully with his grandson, and he can receive care at home that is not inferior to a hospital.

Nevertheless.

“I think I would have opposed the discharge too.”

A very slim possibility. It was natural to lean on that. No matter how rational a human being is, they will weaken before love.

–Right? Teacher, you think the same as me? I should run to the old man right now and….

“However, that is my thought. I am not Seongha-ssi. And what is more important than anything is the Chairman’s uisa¹.”

–Doctor?

“… Intention.”

–Ah, that. … I know, I know too.

This guy. It seemed like he had completely let go of his studies lately.

“Anyway, please have a good talk with each other.”

He did not know what happened between the two, but it was a fact that Chairman Choi cherished Mok Seongha. And he wanted to spend his remaining time for his grandson.

–…I get it. I’ll try talking to him again.

Mok Seongha answered in a very dejected voice.

He’s a good boy. He listens well, too.

Kim Jinkyung held back a laugh. Then he suddenly checked the clock and hurriedly slung his bag over his shoulder.

“I-I have to go to class. I’ll contact you again later.”

–Hey!

Mok Seongha urgently called out just as he was about to hang up.

“Yes?”

–.. Don’t overdo it, and if you feel sick, go home.

“I understand.”

–And, one more thing.

Mok Seongha continued after a short hesitation.

–… I know you don’t meet people again once you’ve done it once.

“…….”

What is he talking about now?

1. 의사 (uisa) mean doctor or intention. In writing, Hangul alone doesn’t show the difference unless Hanja is added ↩︎