Chapter 10: Morning Relief

“Excuse me?!”

…What is this. This wasn’t in the plan. His completely unexpected reaction made my brain freeze.

“Rubbing it a bit will make it better.”

This is the worst. A worst-case scenario I couldn’t have even imagined. I quickly said I was fine, but Choi Taehyuk was relentless. I resisted with all my might, but there was no way I could overpower him.

I ended up being forced to straighten my body and lie flat. I didn’t have the courage to open my eyes and face this situation, so I squeezed them shut, feeling the heat rise to my face.

Silence followed. After all that commotion, you’d think it would have gone down—but whether it was because I was healthy or because it had been a while, there was no sign of it subsiding. f*ck. He must have seen it by now, judging by the quiet, right? Please just think it’s a morning thing. Just let it slide, please.

“…It’s up.”

I bit my lip in sheer humiliation, feeling like I could die of embarrassment. At this point, there was no other way. Right, he’s got one too, so it’s not like he can’t understand. I decided to stop being embarrassed and resolutely opened my eyes. I was about to get up coolly and head to the bathroom—if I hadn’t noticed Choi Taehyuk casually lifting the waistband of my pants.

“Hic! Hyu—… Hyung?!”

“Hm?”

Choi Taehyuk pulled my pants down without a hint of hesitation. I opened my mouth to stop his sudden move, but all that came out were stammering sounds. Without even looking at my flustered expression, he went ahead and exposed my junior to the open air. With both pants and underwear stripped off, my lower half was trembling pitifully—from embarrassment, and from the instinctive fear of having my weak spot exposed to someone else.

The bastard, who had been holding and staring at me until then, moved his head. At his low murmur of “It’s wet,” I was in a panic, my mouth hanging open—and he gave me a merciful smile.

“I’ll take care of it for you.”

“No… that’s not… I’m fi—… Hyaaah!”

I shook my head and refused the moment the words left my mouth, thinking it was utter nonsense—but Choi Taehyuk didn’t even listen, instead tightening his grip. I grabbed his wrist and shook my head again, but he just kept smiling and didn’t let go.

“No need to decline. Think of it as repayment.”

What kind of repayment involves jerking off a grown man who’s desperately refusing? And I couldn’t understand why his eyes looked so pleased.

“Hih… haaah… wai—… wait… ngh…!”

I tried to stop him again, but the sensation of his fingers rubbing the tip made me lose my words. Immediately after, feeling the gentle stroking down the shaft, I curled my toes and gripped his wrist tightly.

What is this, this is weird. I wanted to escape the stimulation, shaking my head and biting my lips hard. Seeing that, Choi Taehyuk frowned slightly and leaned down.

“Don’t bite. You’ll hurt yourself.”

His low voice whispered in my ear as he playfully nibbled my earlobe. I couldn’t hold back—I grabbed the front of his shirt like I was clinging to him and let out a ragged breath. At that moment, the hand that had been stroking down moved and pressed firmly against my perineum. The electric sensation made me arch my back slightly and squirm. The stimulated organ leaked precum, filling the room with wet sounds.

Every time I tried to hold back a strange sound by clamping my mouth shut, Choi Taehyuk either sped up his hand or used his long fingers to press gently at the base while rubbing the tip—making me open my mouth whether I wanted to or not. I glared up at him with defiant eyes, and he just smirked and brushed his lips against my forehead.

I gave up resisting and decided to just get it over with quickly, closing my eyes tightly and focusing on the sensations. The pleasure washing over me was overwhelming—so much more than what I’d ever given myself. It was a little scary and a lot embarrassing, and my eyes started to water. Choi Taehyuk’s tongue swept across my tear ducts. Before I could even register how unusually tender he was being, I was clinging to him as I came.

“Thick.”

Choi Taehyuk, still pressed close, said something, but the words didn’t register in my head.

“Hah… hah… hoo…”

I thought I could hear a ringing in my ears. I was just gasping for breath in a daze when his large hands cupped my chin and cheeks, tilting my face up.

“You don’t have a woman, do you?”

“Hah… what?”

“No, judging by the texture, you haven’t even done it yourself in quite a while.”

Of course I don’t have a woman, and I’m not so s*x-driven nor clever enough to masturbate with someone else in the house—so I hadn’t done it myself since he’d arrived.

If you put it that way, a morning erection after so long might have been a natural result. The only problem was that it happened while sharing a bed with that bastard.

If Choi Taehyuk weren’t here, I’d have taken care of it regularly, so this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. And even if it did, I’d have just laughed it off with a “wow, I’m healthy” and moved on. It was never supposed to be something this humiliating—where I moan in front of someone else, and have him talk about thickness and whether I have a girlfriend or not.

Ah, secondhand embarrassment hitting hard. Ugh, so annoying! Why do I have to feel this kind of shame?!

I cursed him out internally again as I pulled my pants and underwear back up. The bastard, who’d been deducing things while looking at the semen in his hand, pulled some tissues from the bedside table and wiped himself clean. I couldn’t look directly and only glanced sideways—he saw me and let out a quiet laugh.

Yeah. Laugh it up…

“It must be because of me.”

“……”

I stopped even glancing and buried my face in the pillow, hoping he’d just go away. But Choi Taehyuk kept talking. I’m expressing with my whole body that I don’t want to talk, but go wash your hands and leave me alone, “because of you” and all.

“Hm… Right. I’m in your debt, so you must have been holding back until it got this thick. I can’t owe you even more, so from now on, I’ll help you every evening.”

“…Excuse me? He—… help with what?”

Help with what. The sheer absurdity of what I was hearing made me lift my head and look up at him. But Choi Taehyuk was already getting out of bed, so I couldn’t see his expression.

“It’s good to relieve it at least once a day. Don’t worry—starting tomorrow.”

I’m not some Energizer bunny—what do you mean once a day?! And if you’re really that worried, you could just leave…

Ah, no. The eye of the storm. I’m in the eye of the storm strategy, aren’t I. I’d decided to keep Choi Taehyuk in my house as long as possible since being near him seemed safest. Realizing my situation anew, I wanted to cry.

Choi Taehyuk had already made up his mind—he didn’t seem to care about my answer at all. He looked down at me with a smirk and headed to the bathroom without a care. The ripple of muscles across his back seemed to mock me, and irritation surged up.

If I throw the pillow, will a fist come flying back? Hold it in. Hold it in. With a somewhat gloomy heart, I climbed out of bed.

Zzzzz—

I was trying to get out of the room to clear my head when my phone, tossed in the corner of the bed, started ringing. I briefly considered ignoring it, but since I don’t have many friends, a call might mean something had happened. Reluctantly, I climbed back onto the bed and picked up the phone. And immediately regretted it. Ugh, it’s Chae Yeryeong.

“Hello…”

– Hello? Jinho?

“What.”

– Why do you sound like that? Is something wrong?

Yes. Very much so. Extremely. The words rose to the tip of my tongue, but I gritted my teeth and swallowed them.

“…It’s nothing. Why’d you call?”

I glanced at the closed bathroom door and headed to the living room. If I stayed in that room, I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything—I’d just keep replaying what happened. Focus, focus. For now, let’s focus on what Chae Yeryeong is saying, brain.

– Nothing major. Are you interested in a short-term part-time job?

Fortunately, Chae Yeryeong brought up a topic I was very interested in. Aside from being a friend, the bastard has family members in various businesses, and he occasionally found me job openings like this. Since they came through connections, the pay and conditions were usually better than typical part-time gigs.

“Is the pay good? Actually, I’m going to a cram school these days, so I’d need to check the timing.”

– The pay is good, but I’m not sure about the timing. I think I heard it ends at six.

“The timing works. But why this job all of a sudden… Wait.”

Something about this conversation felt oddly familiar. What is it. A part-time job he’s recommending…

– You know how you worked part-time at my uncle’s company before? Apparently, they suddenly need extra hands for some reason, and a client is requesting an experienced male housekeeper. Would you be interested in doing it again, Jinho?

It came back to me. Before the regression, when I received this offer, I’d refused because I didn’t want to get any more entangled with Chae Yeryeong’s family. And to fill that spot, Chae Yeryeong had ended up taking a job he never would have done otherwise.

– They said it’s not that hard. It’s not the whole house—you’d be assigned to one client exclusively. The regular person needs some time off, so they just need coverage. You just have to do what the client asks, so it’s not much work. The important thing is the pay—it’s 50,000 won per hour. See? Pretty high, right?

But that house turned out to belong to Min Seonwoo, the chaebol and club senior.

That very kind senior had apparently been starved for a warm, homely atmosphere, and had fallen hard for Chae Yeryeong’s attentive care when he worked as a housekeeper.

– Jinho? Jinho!

“Ah… Ah, yeah!”

– Not interested? I guess the pay is high, but there do seem to be a lot of conditions…

“No! No, I’ll do it. I’ll do it! I want it!”

Without even noticing that Choi Taehyuk had come out of the bathroom and was watching me intently, I accepted loudly.

Right, the second one was Min Seonwoo. The situation might be a bit tricky, but he’s fundamentally a kind guy, so I can get close to him quickly.

And the pay was 50,000 won per hour. I mean, 50,000 won per hour—what are you talking about. I turned this down without even hearing the details before? I must have been crazy, Kim Jinho. Let’s go, get close to Min Seonwoo and make money! I clenched my fist.

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