JD 52

Muheon, suddenly impatient, grabbed Hakyung’s arm and led him deep into the main residence.

Trailing behind the man who strode ahead without hesitation, Hakyung was suddenly struck by the difference in their leg lengths. For every one step Muheon took, he had to take at least three. In the end, he was practically clinging to Muheon as they arrived at a relatively modest annex—modest only in comparison to the vastness of the main house.

The annex was surrounded by crimson coral, and fish swam about the yard.

How coral and fish could thrive in a place with not a single drop of water was beyond him. Questions bubbled up in Hakyung’s mind—but the one that filled it most was: what exactly did the boss mean by “something that feels good”?

Since saying those words, Muheon had kept his mouth shut. Judging by the tense line of his jaw, he wasn’t about to explain.

Still, Hakyung had a rough idea. He could hear the thunderous beat of Muheon’s heart pounding against his ear whenever he drew close. With a rhythm that intense, it wasn’t hard to guess.

Unconsciously licking his lips, Hakyung mentally ran through the contents of his backpack—he’d checked it again and again that morning to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything.

His lips curled up before he could stop them, and his heart began to thud just as loudly.

Muheon had Hakyung sit on the wooden floor, then knelt in front of him and gently removed his sneakers. As his fingers brushed against Hakyung’s bare calves, goosebumps prickled up his skin.

His brain was already filled with indecent thoughts, so even a touch like that was enough to make his whole body react—leaving him flustered and breathless.

The moment his shoes were off, Hakyung reached out to grab Muheon’s solid shoulders, imagining the muscle beneath. Just then, warm breath touched his lips.

“Mmph—”

Hakyung’s eyes widened for a moment but quickly accepted Muheon’s kiss. After all the kissing they’d done, it now felt as natural as breathing.

He’d nearly passed out the first few times, but practice made perfect. With a playful flick of his tongue against Muheon’s, he melted into the long kiss.

The cool palms cupping his cheeks, the weight pressing down on his body—it all felt good. Being this close to Muheon, stuck together like this, was bliss.

His crown fluttered, charged with pleasure, and his fingertips tingled. Letting his reaction show, Hakyung tightened the arms he had wrapped around Muheon’s neck.

After kissing him thoroughly—tasting every corner of his mouth—Muheon finally pulled back, reluctant.

Hakyung immediately gasped for air. No matter how much practice he had, there was no overcoming the limits of human lung capacity.

“Haa… huuh… haa…”

Muheon’s gaze, locked on Hakyung’s chest as it heaved with breath, darkened. A blackness deep enough to trap even the light.

Without blinking, he lifted Hakyung’s thighs and wrapped them around his own waist. Hakyung moved with him instinctively, clinging tight.

“Shall we go inside?”

Muheon whispered against his ear. Embarrassed that they were still outside, but giddy with anticipation, Hakyung flushed and gave a tiny nod.

Muheon swept him up in his arms. As he moved, the sliding door creaked open on its own. But Hakyung didn’t have the presence of mind to notice.

His heart was pounding out of control, his body overheated, and even pretending to be calm was a struggle.

Seeing Hakyung’s adorable reactions, Muheon lightly patted his back. Even that faint touch made every muscle in the boy’s body tense up—satisfyingly so.

The room inside was dim but not heavy. Soft lighting hung from the ceiling and the walls, painting the space in a strange hue. In the middle stood a single, massive bed, draped in sheer fabric that made its purpose more than clear.

Muheon internally cursed his attendants for their flamboyant taste and pulled the curtains aside, about to lay Hakyung down.

“Wait!”

Snapped out of his daze, Hakyung quickly stopped Muheon from removing his backpack.

He sat down on the bed and carefully opened the bag, which was packed with “precious items.”

Out poured a cascade of adult toys—various kinds, like a waterfall spilling across the sheets.

Just in case, he’d packed everything that might be useful. Now that he saw it all laid out, he wasn’t sure if they’d be able to use it all, but… he wanted to try.

“This is…”

Muheon’s brow twitched at the unexpected gift. Hakyung tugged his hat low and gave a sheepish grin. When he was packing, it had felt like he was missing something, but when did it get this full?

“With that innocent face, you brought a surprise like this?”

“It’s not really a surprise, I just… y’know, in my own way…”

Waving his hands, Hakyung instinctively glanced at Muheon’s crotch with eyes full of anticipation. After being this blatant, if nothing happened, then the boss might as well throw his equipment away.

Swallowing nervously at the wave of new expectation, Hakyung gently removed the cap he had pulled low over his face. The hair tucked neatly inside sprang out in a soft, puffy cloud.

Like a human cotton candy, the fluffy pink hair swayed before Muheon’s eyes—there was no way he could resist touching it. Pulling Hakyung closer, Muheon lovingly patted his small head.

“Mhm. You’re just too precious,” he murmured, placing kiss after kiss on Hakyung’s forehead and scattered tufts of hair.

A satisfied hum escaped Hakyung’s nose, melted by the gentle voice. One more word and he might have started singing. Not wanting to make him relax too much just yet, Muheon brought his lips to Hakyung’s again.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Hakyung parted his lips the moment Muheon’s touched them.

This young river dolphin, trained by him—just that thought alone filled Muheon with a selfish kind of satisfaction. And the idea of taming him even deeper, all the way down to his core, made every muscle in his body stir.

Reining in his fierce desire, Muheon gently supported Hakyung’s back and laid his small frame down on the bed.

The pink hair spilling over the pillow was irresistible. Suddenly feeling hungry, Muheon quickly stripped Hakyung of his clothes. And though he could’ve twisted away or protested, Hakyung quietly accepted his touch.

“Boss…”

Hakyung reached out and touched his shirt, trembling fingers brushing the fabric. Just yesterday, Muheon would’ve dodged that hand naturally—but this time, he didn’t resist.

Unbuttoning a shirt had never felt so nerve-wracking. But with each pop of a button, the realization that this was truly their first night together made his stomach churn with nerves.

Watching him struggle, Muheon simply gazed at Hakyung’s flushed face. If he wanted to do it himself, all Muheon could do was cheer him on.

When Hakyung finally undid the last button, tiny beads of sweat had formed on his round little nose.

Muheon leaned in and licked the bridge of his nose, then gently brushed back his hair. His forehead was also damp.

“Whew…”

With the shirt finally off, Hakyung let out a short breath and stared intently at Muheon’s body. He meant to examine every inch, to find out what had been kept so hidden until now.

But when he finally saw Muheon’s torso, all he could feel was confusion.

There were no black scales like he’d seen on the rooftop. No dragons tattooed across his arms or chest.

Just solid pecs, so tough even a blade wouldn’t cut through, and abs so sharply carved they looked sculpted. That was all that greeted his eyes.

How had he hidden a body this—delicious, no, handsome—for so long?

Of all the time they’d spent together, to not even have gotten a peek at this treasure—it felt like such a loss, Hakyung’s eyes practically welled up with tears.

Like a moth to a flame, he pounced on Muheon—pressing his cheek against those angular shoulders, stroking the solid chest, pressing his belly to those etched abs.

Everything flowed smoothly. With not just his body but his mind completely consumed by Muheon, resisting was no longer an option. He didn’t even want to try.

“Boss, you’re seriously…”

Looking up with a hint of playful resentment, Hakyung locked eyes with Muheon—and in the very next second, unable to bear wasting another moment, lunged in again.