RB 44

Eunho stared blankly at the front of his pants. Because of the erection that had risen without care for the situation, his vision spun.

Why is he like this these days? He had lived his whole life without sexual desire, so why had his body suddenly become something that could not restrain lust? He could not understand it.

“……”

After hesitating, he finally lowered his pants a little. Then he slowly grabbed the half-raised erection.

His hand moved awkwardly up and down the shaft. The pace was too slow, and he sometimes stopped in between, but his excitement piled up step by step like climbing stairs. Because the faucet was left open, Eunho’s damp breaths were buried in the gushing sound of water.

It was not a boast, but Eunho could say he had lived a truly ascetic life. He had only tried masturbation once in a while, but life was exhausting, and he never felt much interest. Most of his accumulated semen had been released through wet dreams. That was more comfortable and familiar for him.

What if this becomes a habit? He felt worried, but right now he had no energy to care. Since he had already started, he had to shake until he reached climax.

“Huuh.”

Before he knew it, his penis was fully erect. His shoulders gradually stiffened, and sweat formed on his nape. He had gotten a little better, but his hand was still clumsy and gave no clear stimulation.

Eunho remembered what Yeorok had done to him and copied it. When he pressed his thumb on the urethral opening, he felt ‎a dizzying feeling so strong that his shoulders curled.

“Haa, ugh.”

It felt good, but something was different. The hand that had led him to climax was larger than this, and its grip had not been this clumsy. Eunho tried harder, speeding up in pursuit of that memory.

But the missing edge was not filled, no matter how much he tried. Was it because he was too sober? To recreate the memory as much as possible, he even lifted his T-shirt. He brought the front hem to his mouth, planning to bite it. By then, the scent had already seeped in, and the smell of Choi Yeorok’s cologne was strong.

Before he realized it, Eunho was holding the T-shirt to his nose while masturbating. The only thing that changed was the scent rushing deep into his lungs, yet his arousal rose quickly. His movements also gained momentum.

His hot breaths drenched the T-shirt. The air he exhaled mixed with the fresh scent and returned into him.

His bare butt touched the cold tile wall. His skin, still sore from the spanking, reacted sensitively even to small contact. He remembered the hand that had stroked him comfortingly, and he could not endure anymore.

“Ah…! Ugh!”

Eunho grabbed the tip of his penis with his palm when it swelled up. As he felt climax approaching, he even held his breath. Heat filled his palm. Then the sticky sensation became clear.

He finally exhaled the breath he had been holding. When he opened his hand, he saw the semen he had released. The amount was smaller than before, and the smell was lighter. Seeing the result with his own eyes made his dizzy head spin even more.

“……”

All that was left after the arousal passed was self-disgust. He could not raise his head because he had ejaculated while thinking of Choi Yeorok.

Eunho cleaned up while trying to calm his restless mind. He wiped the semen from his hand with tissues and scrubbed away the stains that had splattered on the floor. His crouched posture looked shabby, not fitting at all with the shining bathroom.

He flushed all the tissues down the toilet and walked to the sink to wash his dirty hands. Under the bright light, the mirror was spotless.

Eunho washed his hands without thought, but then he saw his own face reflected. His eyes were reddish at the corners, and blush spread across his cheeks. It was a face even he had never seen before.

“…this is crazy.”

He could not go out looking like this. He quickly bent down and splashed himself with cold water. The water scooped in his hand scattered in all directions.

When he came out of the bathroom after closing the door, Yeorok was standing by the window.

With the window wide open, Choi Yeorok was letting the wind in. He looked eerily quiet. Not a single facial muscle moved, and his darkened eyes looked drained of warmth. But that emotionless look somehow made him seem at ease.

Eunho also stopped where he stood and stared at his face. It felt like he had fallen under a spell, and his mind went blank.

Yeorok had not made a sound, yet he noticed the presence like a ghost and turned his upper body slightly. Expression began to form bit by bit on the face turned toward Eunho. Even his eyes, which had carried only boredom, regained some light.

“Five minutes passed long ago.”

“Ah… yes.”

Yeorok bent his finger lightly. It was a sign to come closer, and Eunho obeyed without a word.

As the distance closed, Eunho stood straight and only shifted his eyes anxiously. He had no courage to meet Yeorok’s gaze, so he stared at empty air. He had wronged Choi Yeorok in many ways. Above all, what weighed most on his conscience was that he had just masturbated in the bathroom while thinking of him.

Yeorok observed Eunho in silence. He could guess the reason for the delay. The washed look was clear on Eunho’s face. His piercing eyes rested on the damp collar of his T-shirt.

When Yeorok reached out, Eunho flinched before he was even touched. Regardless, Yeorok did not care. He only pushed aside Eunho’s wet bangs for him.

“It looks like you did what I told you to do.”

“How do you know?”

“There’s no way Sim Eunho-ssi would disobey my orders, and more than that.”

Yeorok brushed Eunho’s eye corner lightly with his thumb. He had tried to erase the traces, but the corners of his eyes were still a little red. Because his skin was so pale, the heat showed even more.

“I have a sensitive nose.”

“…Ah.”

Eunho let out a sound close to a sigh. He should have taken a shower. He had not thought that far.

He tried to step back quickly, but Yeorok grabbed his wrist, making it impossible to move. The grip around his wrist was soft, but to Eunho it felt like handcuffs.

Yeorok spoke with deliberate severity.

“Do not avoid me from now on. If you do it again, you really will get punished until you cry.”

“Yes.”

“Open your hand for a moment.”

It seemed he also meant to check Eunho’s injured hand. Eunho slowly opened his clenched fingers. The bandage that had wrapped his hand all day was a little worn and wet in places.

From the outside it was impossible to know how much the wound had healed. Ahn Jaehwan had wrapped the bandage too thoroughly. But Yeorok had no intention of examining the wound itself. He only scanned the outside and stopped there.

“I think I didn’t say it properly last time, but you must not get injured either. Sim Eunho’s body is no longer yours alone.”

Eunho nodded instead of answering. It was not just about the wound. He clearly meant Eunho had to avoid reckless actions.

“I will be careful.”

“This time, since the injury already spread by rumor, I will let it pass, but from now on there will be no chance. Do not make wounds on your body without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Yeorok seemed pleased with the obedient answer. He leaned loosely on the window frame with his arms crossed.

“From now on, masturbate regularly too.”

“……”

“Why are you not answering?”

Eunho lifted his eyes slightly. No matter how much he was the type to hold his words in, this time he had to say something.

“That is my private life…”

“Didn’t I just tell you? Sim Eunho’s body is not yours alone.”

“I will handle it myself.”

Even after throwing out the retort, he checked Yeorok’s reaction. Eunho found himself frustrating, but it was instinct, nothing he could change.

Unexpectedly, Yeorok laughed. It seemed the answer had not sounded too bad to him.

“I heard the bandage comes off the day after tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

“On that day we will start preparing for the fingerprint transplant procedure.”

The sudden notice made Eunho came back to his senses. Something he had only kept in mind was now right in front of him.

“Even though it is called a transplant, we will not attach fingerprints taken from a corpse. There is a chance of rejection, and the survival rate is poor.”

It seemed Yeorok had already weighed several methods. Typical of his perfectionist nature.

“Will it hurt?”

“We will use anesthesia, so you won’t feel much during the procedure. Pain afterward is unavoidable. That part you will have to endure yourself, Sim Eunho-ssi.”

Eunho nodded repeatedly. He was good at enduring, so it was not a problem.

Yeorok uncrossed his arms and straightened his upper body. He brushed his slightly tousled hair, ruffled by the night wind, with little care, and looked like he was getting ready to leave.

“Congratulations. You will finally become the real Choi Yoonho, just like you wanted.”

“……”

Eunho quietly stared into the black eyes looking at him.

Was that a trace of compassion in Choi Yeorok’s eyes, or was it just an illusion? What was certain was that at that moment Eunho felt that Yeorok was distancing himself. Even though the physical distance had not changed at all.

That invisible distance felt regrettable. Soon he resigned himself. It seemed he was the only one desperate to draw closer.

***

“If it hurts, tell me.”

Ahn Jaehwan watched Eunho’s reaction throughout the procedure. It was excessive worry. He had already been given anesthesia, so he felt nothing in his fingers. Eunho spoke softly, saying he was fine.

Both his hands were tightly fixed with black iron devices. Just by the look of it, he resembled someone being tortured. Over his bound hands, bluish rays moved busily. The method was to penetrate the laser down to the dermis layer and inflict fine damage.

Since the work required focus, Ahn Jaehwan’s expression was stiffer than usual. Eunho also kept his mouth shut, not to break his concentration.

After about forty minutes, the procedure ended and the aftercare began. The chair he had been lying in was raised halfway, and only then did Eunho open his mouth.

“I once tried to erase my fingerprints before.”

“How?”

“I used to work at a workers’ cafeteria. Most of the customers there were construction site men. One of them handled sanding, and he always boasted that all his fingerprints had been ground away.”

Eunho spoke quietly while recalling the old memory.

“So I also tried sanding my own fingers. But… it was useless.”