Chapter 146: Side Story – Monday Blues Have Disappeared (16)

“Uh…?”

Bodam’s eyes widened when his clothes started coming off on their own without Tae Hwan’s hands even touching them.

He was flustered by Tae Hwan’s actions of slipping his tongue in for a kiss out of habit while using psychokinesis to undress himself.

“Hey, wait a minute.”

Bodam finally pulled his lips away when his pants and then his underwear started sliding down on their own.

He wondered why this guy, who never used psychokinesis in front of him normally, was acting like this.

I’m the one who drank, so why is this drunkard the one going wild?

“You don’t like it?”

Tae Hwan wrapped his arms around Bodam’s waist, rubbing his lips against his already bare upper body.

Bodam flinched at the touch stroking down his hollowed spine but avoided answering.

It wasn’t that he disliked it.

As Tae Hwan sucked on his lower lip again, the strength in Bodam’s hand gripping his underwear loosened.

His half-exposed butt crack was now completely bare, touching the blanket.

The entire blanket was warm because Tae Hwan had been lying there all day.

Tae Hwan licked the plump lips with the tip of his tongue, sweeping over the mucous membrane, then used psychokinesis again to wrap Bodam’s legs around his waist.

Bodam frowned at the sensation of his body floating up, but soon melted into the heat of Tae Hwan rummaging through every corner of his mouth and sucking on his saliva.

Tae Hwan picked up the panting Bodam and moved to the headboard on his knees, leaning Bodam’s back against it.

Bodam hung onto Tae Hwan’s upper body like a koala, mindlessly accepting the tangled saliva.

They pushed, wrapped, rubbed, and pulled at each other’s tongues, hugging their completely naked bodies as tightly as they could.

“Haa….”

Bodam liked kissing.

He liked kissing Tae Hwan the most.

Even though only their lips were touching deeply, it felt like so much more was connecting them.

Tae Hwan’s feelings came through without words.

Every time he desperately sucked in breaths and shared body heat with the tip of his tongue, Tae Hwan was screaming with all his senses that he liked Bodam.

Just looking into those eyes let Bodam read his heart.

So why does he refuse the imprint?

When he wants me this much.

“Ah, Tae Hwan—.”

Bodam’s upper body, leaning against the headboard, slowly rose higher.

Tae Hwan gripped his thighs, which were as thick as his own calves, and every time he thrust his hips up, it went a little higher, then a little more.

As their centers ground hard against each other, Bodam panted helplessly, not knowing what to do.

“Ahk, uh… hng.”

Tae Hwan, even more aroused by Bodam’s quickly heated moans, grabbed his butt and pressed harder on their tangled lower bodies.

Every time their hardened sexes pressed against each other’s stomachs, his mind went blank.

Bodam squeezed his eyes shut, scratching Tae Hwan’s shoulders with his nails as he moaned.

Even the soft fabric of the headboard thumping against his back became a stimulus.

He didn’t even realize he was lifting his hips in response to Tae Hwan’s pressure.

Nor that it was driving Tae Hwan even crazier.

“Yoon Bodam.”

Bodam’s tightly shut eyes opened at Tae Hwan’s voice, soaked in excitement.

Lost in the stimulation, Bodam was rubbing himself against the cock as thick as his forearm on his own.

Because Tae Hwan had stopped moving, it burned with need.

“I like you. I like you so much I’m going crazy.”

Tae Hwan’s eyes flashed madly as he laid Bodam down.

It was a confession nothing new about, but Bodam flushed as if hearing it for the first time.

Actually, he wanted to say he liked him too, but when he met Tae Hwan’s eyes as he spread his legs and came between them, his tongue went stiff.

“Can I like you?”

No words came out of Bodam’s widely open mouth, only lewd moans.

Lying in the same position as that day for insertion, Tae Hwan rubbed his shaft against the pale perineum before gathering Bodam’s thighs.

Every time his firm abs bumped against the soft thighs, a wet slapping sound echoed.

Bodam felt like he was being spanked.

“Ah, good, ah….”

It wasn’t just painful spanking; when Tae Hwan leaned down for a kiss, adding more pressure, the word ‘good’ slipped out automatically.

“You like it?”

Instead of kissing, Tae Hwan ground his s*x against Bodam’s pelvis like crushing it, helping him along.

Bodam, whimpering from how good it felt, ended up coming first again, spurting sticky fluid.

Tae Hwan soon ejaculated onto the pale, flat stomach.

Tae Hwan looked down at the cloudy semen scattered on his lean body, and Bodam touched his own stomach with his fingertips.

The slippery liquid was as warm as his insides.

It wasn’t their first time, but coming in front of Tae Hwan still embarrassed him.

Still, he didn’t dislike it.

“Tae Hwanna.”

After exchanging only ragged breaths, Bodam spoke first, calling his name.

Tae Hwan, dazed after doing everything, was slowly realizing this wasn’t a dream but reality.

Anxiety crept into his watchful expression.

Worried Bodam might scold him.

“Let’s do it.”

No, it must be a dream after all.

Bodam firmly grabbed Tae Hwan’s hand on the bed, pulling him back to reality.

A reality with hope in sight, so he pulled confidently.

“Do it with me. The imprint.”

His soft voice, swearing to protect him for life, was full of certainty.

Bodam no longer wanted to hear apologies from Tae Hwan, who had stuck by his side no matter how much he pushed, growing his presence.

“I want to do it with you.”

Now, without Tae Hwan, he felt anxious, and thinking of him left alone at the Center made food hard to swallow.

Lee Tae Hwan didn’t have the team leader’s passion for work or Min Ji Oh’s love for shopping; he seemed to have no joy in life.

He looked like he’d go ‘okay’ and die right then if he could.

It felt like Bodam was the only one holding him back.

Lee Tae Hwan really lived only looking at Yoon Bodam.

Bodam could see that in his eyes.

So.

“Let’s do it, yeah?”

Bodam’s expression shook as he muttered that he couldn’t leave him alone because of the anxiety.

Seeing the heat in Tae Hwan’s eyes looking down at him slowly fading, unease rose.

Did he hate the imprint that much?

He hadn’t realized his aversion to imprinting was so strong that he didn’t even want to do it with me.

Bodam swallowed hard and placed his hand on Tae Hwan’s chest.

Since the guy who lunged at anything showed passivity on the imprint issue, Bodam decided to take the lead.

Not just any Esper, but an S-class like Tae Hwan.

An S-class ability user destined to imprint, unable to avoid it.

If not me, he’ll do it with a guide who has an even higher matching rate.

At the sudden thought crossing his mind, Bodam’s hand on Tae Hwan’s chest slid lower.

He slowly spread his legs, trembling faintly from tension, and wrapped around his whole body with guiding.

It was the temptation of a guide who wanted to mix bodies with an Esper.

Would this be enough to sway him?

Bodam, flushed red from embarrassment and tension, squeezed his eyes shut and swept his hand all the way under Tae Hwan’s firm abs to his lower abdomen.

It was already hard again, even though he’d just come.

Screaming internally, he wrapped both hands around the thick, hot shaft.

Gulp.

Bodam’s reddened throat bobbed up and down.

Thud.

Just as he was about to apply some pressure and move his hand, Tae Hwan suddenly pushed Bodam’s hand away.

His hand, tense from touching someone else’s cock, flopped onto the bed.

Bodam’s eyes snapped open in surprise.

“Who told you to?”

“…What?”

“Which f*cking bastard told you to do this sh*t.”

Bodam couldn’t comprehend the question amid Tae Hwan’s sharpened voice.

He couldn’t understand who told him to do what.

“They’ll give you money if you imprint with me?

Or did they threaten you?

Is that it?”

Tae Hwan’s breathing grew rough as he gripped Bodam’s shoulders, who was speechless.

He asked if it was the Center Director, then spat out Han Seung Ho’s name, his face twisting.

His expression was set to storm off to Seung Ho and cause trouble right then.

“It’s Han Seung Ho, right.”

Tae Hwan let go of Bodam’s shoulders without an answer, drawing his own conclusion.

He’d been bringing up imprinting lately, and now he’d finally pressured Bodam.

Rage boiled up.

It was the first time he’d been this furious since dealing with the crows and Aram.

He decided he had to kill that Han Seung Ho b*stard today.

Might as well beat the Center Director too, and rip out the tongues of anyone who’d dare push for imprinting.

Just thinking about how much he must have persuaded and pressured Bodam made his neck stiff.

Tae Hwan swept down his crumpled face and got up from the bed.

Bodam voluntarily spreading his legs was too shocking to Tae Hwan.

With his eyes squeezed shut, trembling hands touching his own d*ck—it could only look forced.

It had to be what that Han Seung Ho b*stard told him to do.

Yoon Bodam was weak to that guy.

“You son of a b*tch.”

Tae Hwan muttered the curse inwardly, but it came out of Bodam’s mouth.

“You jerk, hngg.”

And tears too.

Tears leaked out from under the palm covering his flushed, embarrassed face.

Bodam’s cheeks, growing redder, quickly became wet.

He was that mortified.

“Sa, ram, pushing my hand away like that, hng, like that, hic, cough.”

Words muffled by sobs continued, hard to make out clearly.

It was hard to put into words the jumble of emotions in his thoughts.

Bodam was first startled into tears.

Already trembling from attempting seduction for the first time in his life, seeing Tae Hwan’s sharp waves and expression made his eyes well up automatically.

No matter how well Tae Hwan treated him or how much he liked him, that angry face was still scary.

“What?

This, this sh*t?

Hah, I really….”

And it hurt.

Calling it ‘this sh*t.’

Tae Hwan’s reaction, not knowing his sincerity and callously pushing his hand away, wounded him deeply.

Since everything was a first for Bodam, he had no room to think about why Tae Hwan refused.

Just seeing him get up from the bed, leaving him, unfamiliar emotions welled up, bringing tears.

He felt like he’d never say ‘let’s do it first’ again.

He wanted to turn back time.

His pose, fully exposed and legs spread wide, felt ridiculous.

Bodam, sobbing pitifully, couldn’t bear the shame and tried to get off the bed.

He wanted to leave before Lee Tae Hwan.

Too tense to have strength in his body, he rolled away from Tae Hwan to put distance.

He planned to crawl out if he had to.

“Let go!”

Just before Bodam, rolling to the edge, hit the floor, Tae Hwan grabbed him.

He stretched out his long arm, pulled Bodam into an embrace, and laid him back on the bed.

“Let go!

You, sniff.

I, I hate you.”

Bodam struggled briefly in Tae Hwan’s arms before quieting, then sniffled.

Being held in the warm body strangely calmed his heart quickly.

Still, to preserve his last shred of pride, he kept repeating that he really, really hated Lee Tae Hwan.

Right now, he truly did.

Imagining Lee Tae Hwan, who rejected him, imprinting with another guide kept flashing in his mind.

He even resented their ambiguous matching rate.

If only it were higher, Tae Hwan’s heart would have opened easily—that thought stabbed at him.

He thought it was anger making his chest hurt, but he realized later it was jealousy.

“If you hate me, why imprint with me.”

Tae Hwan stroked down his back until Bodam’s tears stopped completely, then asked.

Bodam, who’d been sniffling, was now huffing.

The alcohol smell wasn’t strong enough to be drunk, which worried him more.

Actually, seeing Bodam lean quietly without pushing him away to the end sparked a faint hope.

No way he… crazy, as if.

In front of Bodam, Tae Hwan’s confidence hit rock bottom, so he quickly dismissed the hope.

He tried to.

“Because I like you.”

At that moment, Tae Hwan’s breath, digging a tunnel, stopped.

“I said let’s do it because I like you.”

Bodam, glaring at Tae Hwan with eyes wet from crying, slipped his hand under his arm and wrapped around his waist.

Like he didn’t want to lose him, he clung to the huge body with all his strength.

He’d learn later that guides could be just as obsessive toward Espers.

When love sprouts for a trusted Esper, guides develop an obsession no less than Espers.

Bodam surprisingly had quite a bit of possessiveness and jealousy.

“I….”

Tae Hwan, who’d briefly gone to heaven and back, rasped out in a hoarse voice.

“You like me?”

Even hearing it directly, he couldn’t believe it and asked again.

Tae Hwan’s life goal was just not to be hated by Yoon Bodam.

He didn’t even hope to be liked.

He was more conscientious than he seemed.

Bodam bit his lip, avoiding the gaze as he rubbed his face against the firm chest.

Heat rose to Tae Hwan’s face at the brown head bobbing up and down gently.