ATGRA 92

—Hyung.

Even though it was our first video call in a long time, Jung Pureum on the other side of the screen was unusually calm. Normally, ‘Hyung!’ or ‘I missed you!’ would be the first thing to pop out.

“Are you preparing well for the competition? I was just packing for Japan.”

—…

“What’s wrong, why are you so calm today? Did your coach say something to you again?”

Jung Pureum shook his head. The way the ends of his eyebrows drooped downwards told me he was quite worried.

Unlike the university sunbaes who were jealous of Jung Pureum, the national team athletes generally doted on him. He seemed to be doing well at the training camp. Could it be, is he being secretly bullied?

When I gently coaxed him to tell me what was wrong, Jung Pureum finally opened his mouth.

—…I was worried because I couldn’t reach you all last week.

“Last week? Oh, I told you I was going to an academic conference.”

—…

“Huh, you look like you don’t believe me. Don’t you trust me? Me, who is so trustworthy…”

It was understandable that he wouldn’t believe me.

I reflected on my past karma. Even I found it hard to believe myself. At this point, I could understand if Jung Pureum didn’t believe me even if I claimed I could make soybean paste blocks out of red beans.

—I know you weren’t at a conference, you were on your heat cycle.

“No, how did you know? Did Nam Jungyoon tattle on me again?”

—No. It’s because you’re not good at lying.

“That’s not true. I think I’m pretty good at it.”

—When you lie, it’s all over your face.

“How could this be…”

—You didn’t even tell me your heat had started… Is it because you were worried I’d be concerned?

“I can’t tell you every little thing when you have the Olympics coming up. You’re not here with me anyway, so what’s the point of telling you my heat has started?”

No matter how advanced modern civilization is, it’s not like pheromones can be felt through a phone receiver, so what could I do by calling Jung Pureum?

Of course, it was true that I missed Jung Pureum dozens of times a day. Especially when my masturbation device felt unsatisfactory, Jung Pureum would constantly come to mind.

I missed his hands that touched me here and there, and the warmth of his body as he whined and clung to me. I was clearly sexually frustrated from having to live apart before we had even started dating properly.

It was so bad that I even masturbated while burying my face in the jacket Jung Pureum had left at my house. It had been washed so well that I could barely smell his scent, but I had to do at least that much to feel some satisfaction.

—You must have done it by yourself for a whole week.

“Oh my, you’re just a kid, why are you prying about things like that?”

—You did do it alone, right? You can’t let another alpha in…

“You worry about the strangest things.”

Whenever it had to do with me, Jung Pureum became clingy like this. Where had the usual nice, sociable young man gone? Though, I suppose this side of him is cute.

—Hyung, then… can’t you show me what you used to masturbate? Did you use the one in the nightstand drawer? That one seemed smaller than I thought.

I had been inwardly thinking how cute Jung Pureum was, but his words made me jump up in surprise. It was too explicit a request for me to handle.

It was true that I had used a masturbation device to get through my heat cycle alone, but my mind went blank when Jung Pureum asked me to show him.

For my good, innocent, and slightly cheeky Jung Pureum to request such a shameful thing. It was as if the heavens and earth were being created anew and Western medicine was surpassing oriental medicine… and so on and so forth.

No matter how intimate we were, showing him myself masturbating on a video call felt like something a crazy person would do. My inner Confucian gentleman whispered that it was a no-go, no matter how much Jung Pureum whined.

“What are you talking about, asking me to show you something like that? You’re being shameful, for a kid…”

—Because I miss you, hyung…

“I miss you too.”

—I should have been by your side when your heat came… I’m so worried. I feel like someone is constantly after you. You’re popular, you know…

Why in the world does he worry about such useless things? How many people in this world could possibly like me romantically? It’s only because he’s Jung Pureum that he likes me.

Jung Pureum seemed to still believe the nonsense Nam Jungyoon had once said in passing about me ‘being popular’. Popular, my foot. There’s no one you have to worry less about cheating on you than me.

If anything, I should be the one worried about Jung Pureum.

They say athletes hit it off with each other so well during the Olympics; there was no way that no one would be making passes at the young and handsome Jung Pureum.

—If I had known this would happen, I would have marked you before I left.

“There is a proper way and order to everything, yet you keep trying to jump straight to marking, you punk? You have to win the medal first.”

—…All you know is the gold medal.

But today, his whining was lasting longer. If I didn’t show him myself masturbating, he would clearly whine and whine for a long while.

When I told him last time that I had hired a new vice director, Jung Pureum had sniffled with an expression like the world was ending. He even spouted nonsense about what if Hong Sunghyun was interested in me.

As if Hong Sunghyun, a beta who had already been married once, would be interested in me. There’s no rule that says a divorcee can’t fall in love, but why on earth would someone who just got divorced and is fed up with married life like me?

Even then, I went through all sorts of trouble trying to soothe and placate Jung Pureum. I felt sorry for Hong Sunghyun, who was being suspected for no reason. All he does is work like a real slave…

“Hey, are you going to keep acting spoiled just because the Olympics are just around the corner?”

—Can’t I?

“…It’s not that you can’t. Who else would you act spoiled with if not me?”

—Yeah. So, just show me once. Please? I’m curious how you spent this heat cycle by yourself.

His soft-spoken words were like the devil’s whisper. I bit my lower lip hard. My inner Confucian gentleman did a breakdance in my head, yelling ‘Absolutely not!’

But my long-dead conscience, lying in its coffin, reached out from the grave and dragged my inner Confucian gentleman away. My sense of social decency, which had run away from home yet again, was still missing in action.

“…Just this once.”

I propped my phone, which was still on the call, up on the desk. When Jung Pureum was this determined to beg, there was no way I could refuse his request.

If I had ears or a tail, he would have seen them droop and then perk right up. At my words to stay still until I brought the masturbation device, Jung Pureum nodded obediently like a dog waiting for a treat.

All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind as I took the device out of the drawer.

I had lived a virtuous life thus far, so I had never once shown myself masturbating in front of anyone. And most people were probably similar to me.

Is this right?

My body, still creaking from having gone through a heat cycle not long ago, was blissfully unaware of its owner’s troubled mind and was growing strangely excited in anticipation of the stimulation to come.

Honestly, it had been a rather long period of living alone.

The time I’d unintentionally spent messing around with Jung Pureum had backfired. Even though Jung Pureum wasn’t by my side, just hearing him beg me to do it like this was enough to get my body heated up.

This isn’t me going crazy; it’s because it hasn’t been long since my heat cycle. It’s a kind of physiological phenomenon.

“You show me too.”

—Me masturbating? I was planning on doing it while watching you anyway.

“…Maybe it’s because you’re young, but you’re surprisingly lewd. You’re alone in your dorm, right?”

—Yes. I was lucky enough to be assigned a single room.

As expected of a guy with a lot of good fortune in life, unlike me. The only trial in Jung Pureum’s life is probably me.

I undid the buckle on my pants and pulled my briefs down to mid-thigh. My slightly erect member came into view on the phone screen, even though I hadn’t touched it.

—You’re already hard without doing anything. You kept saying you wouldn’t show me, so why are you excited?

“That’s because, ugh… it hasn’t been long since my heat cycle ended.”

—It’s a shame I can’t smell your pheromones through the video call. You must have a really nice scent right now.

Instead of immediately fucking my rear, I gripped my own and gently stroked it. Closing my eyes slightly and imagining Jung Pureum was touching me, my bottom slowly started to get wet.

Gripping the tip of my now-hard cock, I used just the edge of my thumbnail to rub the head. As if he really intended to masturbate while watching me do this, I saw Jung Pureum also fix his phone in place and take out his own cock.

He asked me why I was excited, but Jung Pureum was already half-hard himself. When I asked him why he was excited then, Jung Pureum let out a small laugh.

—I usually get like this after talking with you for a bit… you didn’t know until now because you couldn’t see, right?

I couldn’t tell if that was a joke or not. It wasn’t like we’d only talked once or twice. Hearing him say that just seeing my face and hearing my voice made his groin ache, my ears automatically turned red.

“You, sigh… how can you say things like that so casually…”

—It’s because you’re the only one listening, hyung. Ah, you’re about to cum now.

A clear fluid leaked out little by little first, and then, just as Jung Pureum said, semen soaked my hand.

—You came fast. You must have done it a lot by yourself. Judging by how pale the color is.

Every single word Jung Pureum uttered made me embarrassed. It was driving me crazy that the shame was making me even wetter down there.

“Hey, if you’re going to talk like that, then be quiet.”

—I don’t think I said anything special.

“What do you mean, you didn’t say anything special…”

—Hyung, now show me you fucking your rear.

You’re saying all sorts of special things!

I felt a little wronged. He’s only showing me himself gripping and stroking his cock, so why do I have to show him myself doing it from behind too? This was so unfair.

“Just you wait until you come back after the Olympics…”

At my mumble, Jung Pureum laughed softly.

—What are you going to do when I get back?

“I’m going to devour you completely.”

—I’m so looking forward to it.

I said it to scare him, but Jung Pureum got even more excited. So it gets that big… I lowered my gaze to avoid witnessing the wonders of the human body.