Chapter 59: The Borrowed Black Shirt

He wanted him to use his mouth.

There was no room for confusion; his demand was excessively blatant.

Biting his lower lip, Chaewoo hesitated.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, but he hesitated, fearing he might only end up stimulating him further for nothing.

“Hurry up.”

Euigeon urged before even a few seconds could pass.

Ultimately, with his hands still tied, Chaewoo fondled Euigeon’s penis and stuck out his tongue.

What on earth was instinct?

Even looking at the penis wet with each other’s bodily fluids didn’t feel unpleasant.

Frankly, the dominant Alpha’s pheromones stickily coating it felt almost sensual.

To the point where he could understand why everyone desired a dominant type.

“If I do this… you really have to untie my hands.”

Chaewoo looked up at Euigeon, double-checking before taking the glans into his mouth.

“We’ll see.”

“What do you mean, ‘we’ll see’? You can’t do it again. I can’t do any more today…”

Watching Chaewoo whine as if about to bite the tip but hesitating, Euigeon let out a rough breath.

“I won’t do any more.”

“Mmph… ugh, hngh.”

Only then did Chaewoo open his lips and take the penis into his mouth.

Glancing at Euigeon occasionally with suspicious eyes.

It was a pity he didn’t realize that his appearance turned Euigeon on even more.

If he had his way, he wanted to pin Chaewoo down—as he meticulously cleaned every part of the semen-stained shaft with his tongue and lips—and pound him until sunrise.

Normally, ending his rut with just this would have been out of the question.

“Ugh, my jaw hurts, mm.”

After licking it completely clean with his tongue, Chaewoo pulled his mouth away and whined, resting his head on Euigeon’s thigh.

Hiding his dark desires, Euigeon affectionately ruffled Chaewoo’s hair.

Then, grabbing the wrists that were neatly held together, he untied the knot.

“Good job.”

***

Chaewoo, who had fallen asleep at some point, felt like he had been beaten up somewhere overnight when he regained consciousness.

Even as he barely opened his eyes to the sound of his phone alarm, he first doubted if this place was a hospital room.

Waking up and moving his hands to turn off the alarm was a penance in itself.

“Ah… What is wrong with me?”

Startled by his creaking body, Chaewoo muttered.

Even his voice was hoarse.

As he fumbled beside his blanket, the alarm, which he hadn’t even turned off, suddenly went quiet on its own.

‘What’s this? Did the battery die?’

Chaewoo looked around the room.

Forcing his eyes open with difficulty, he finally spotted the person standing in front of him.

“Did you sleep well?”

Euigeon, who had turned off the alarm, greeted Chaewoo casually.

Staring up in a daze, Chaewoo looked at him.

“Why are you still here?”

“Hearing you say that hurts my feelings. You were the one who invited me in for tea yesterday, Senior Seol.”

“…….”

True, he had invited him.

But he hadn’t invited him to torment his body until it was a wreck all night.

He had meant for him to just drink tea and get lost, not to occupy a corner of this tiny room until morning.

Inwardly sighing, Chaewoo sat up.

His waist, arms, and legs all ached and throbbed.

Wondering if he had bruised, he scanned his naked body, and Euigeon, seemingly judging that Chaewoo couldn’t steady himself, approached and slipped his hands under his armpits.

“W-what are you doing…”

“Didn’t you want to get up? I’m helping you stand.”

“No. I can do it on my own.”

Even as he said so, Chaewoo crawled back under his blanket and lay down again.

Fortunately, he wasn’t bruised, but he felt tired enough to pass out immediately.

He didn’t know when the man had woken up, but Euigeon had already showered and was wearing only pants.

The trousers he had taken and put on without the owner’s permission looked a bit tight.

Since he wasn’t wearing a top at all, his firm muscles, pumped from tormenting Chaewoo for several hours last night, were clearly revealed.

In his hazy state, Chaewoo stared up at Euigeon sitting on the chair.

“When did you wake up?”

“A moment ago. If you can’t even open your eyes properly, why don’t you sleep more?”

“I have to go to school.”

Chaewoo mumbled.

“Are you serious? You’re a complete mess.”

Just as Euigeon said, everything in this room was a mess.

Bodily fluids dried up here and there, the cocoa that had gone cold overnight, crumpled clothes, and the tie…

The only thing pristine was Beom Euigeon.

He looked brimming with vitality, like a person who had eaten well and slept soundly.

First, he had to do something about the pheromones pooled in this room.

Chaewoo barely stood up, wrapping himself in a blanket, and opened the window.

His own pheromones were a problem, but those of an Alpha in rut were exceptionally stimulating.

If he left them like this, there was no telling what might happen again.

“And you have marks on your neck and arms.”

“I can just wear long sleeves.”

“Hmm.”

“…….”

Euigeon stared intently at Chaewoo while sitting on the desk chair.

Even though he was wrapped tightly in the blanket, he was naked underneath, making the gaze uncomfortable.

Even though they had already seen everything there was to see of each other, being this close was unfamiliar.

The studio apartment was especially narrow, so wherever Euigeon was, the distance between him and Chaewoo was barely a step or two.

Unwanted memories of yesterday surfaced vividly.

Kneeling in front of Euigeon as he sat on that chair, performing fellatio diligently, and lying face down on the desk while receiving his knotting.

They had gone around this cramped room, doing all sorts of things.

“First, I’m going to wash up.”

In his embarrassment, Chaewoo hurriedly fled to the bathroom.

Heat rushed to his face for no reason.

Having Euigeon in the space where he usually lived felt infinitely awkward.

‘Surely he won’t pick the lock and come in this time too.’

Locking the door, Chaewoo listened for a few seconds to check if there were any suspicious sounds outside.

He had no idea why the man hadn’t returned and remained here until this hour.

Come to think of it, the bathroom was also a complete mess.

Shampoo and soap were rolling around on the floor, and in the corner lay the bathroom key Euigeon had picked to get in yesterday.

The clothes he had soaked because of the cocoa stain were blotched in the water, which had turned brown because he hadn’t washed them in time.

Chaewoo tidied up the bathroom and began his shower.

Fortunately, as if some conscience still remained, Euigeon didn’t barge in midway.

Though he wouldn’t even have a key now anyway.

Having finished his shower safely, Chaewoo belatedly realized he hadn’t brought a towel to dry himself with.

“Hey, Beom Euigeon. Get me a towel.”

Chaewoo opened the bathroom door, poking only his head out as he called Euigeon.

“Where is it?”

“Top shelf of the closet.”

“One moment.”

After a rustling sound, Euigeon held out a fresh towel a moment later.

Ah, it was truly hard to adjust to Euigeon being here.

With a wary face, he carefully took the towel, dried his body, and only after dressing completely did he step out of the bathroom.

Just thinking about having to clean up the messy interior of his studio made his head throb already.

“Why don’t you just skip school today? It looks like you can’t make it.”

‘Spouting reckless words when it’s not his business.’

Chaewoo, whose graduation was urgent, pursed his lips.

“Even if I arrive late, I must check attendance. But you… your rut is over, right?”

“It’s still ambiguous.”

“What?”

“I won’t touch you anymore today, though.”

As Chaewoo widened his eyes and took a step back, Euigeon raised both hands as if telling him to rest assured.

They had had s*x together, so why was one side completely drained of energy while the other was overflowing with vitality like that?

Suppressing his sense of injustice, Chaewoo began tidying the room and packing his bag.

And Euigeon followed closely behind him.

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to give me some clothes to wear on top?”

“Ah…”

Stopping his packing, Chaewoo scanned Euigeon’s bare upper body.

And he went to the closet to pick out clothes Euigeon could wear.

His own clothes would be too small, so they wouldn’t work.

Come to think of it, there should be a t-shirt his uncle had left behind last time.

Chaewoo pulled his uncle’s t-shirt out from the very bottom corner of the closet.

It was a plain black t-shirt with no patterns.

“Do you want to wear this and go?”

At that, Euigeon’s expression crumpled as he snatched the shirt.

“It’s my uncle’s.”

“Ah. You should have said so earlier.”

As he added the explanation quickly to prevent any strange misunderstandings, his harsh expression relaxed as if it had never been there.

“If you’re satisfied, can you… leave now?”

He couldn’t bring himself to say get lost, so he phrased it as politely as possible.

“Didn’t you say you were going to school, Senior?”

“Yeah.”

“Since I’m going too, is there a need to go separately?”

“Well, no.”

“We can just go together.”

Because he said so naturally that he would go to school with him, Chaewoo was momentarily flustered.

“Didn’t you say you hate clinging?”

“We’re taking the same classes, so dropping you off on the way to school isn’t a problem, is it?”

‘…That’s true.’

Wondering if he had reacted too sensitively, Chaewoo felt embarrassed.

“I’ll be waiting outside, so come out when you’re ready.”

“Okay.”

Euigeon put on the coat he had worn yesterday, grabbed his phone, and stepped out the front door.

Just then, the salaryman living next door came out, and upon hearing the door open, approached quickly.

“Excuse me…!”

The salaryman, who was about to complain, hesitated as he confirmed the person stepping out of the door wasn’t the student he usually saw.

Euigeon looked down at Chaewoo’s neighbor, who had locked eyes with him, and asked stiffly.

“Do you have something to say?”

“Ah, no…. Ahem. My, indeed. It’s nothing.”

The salaryman, with bloodshot eyes, scurried down the stairs.

Watching the flustered retreating back with an empty gaze, Euigeon thought to himself.

‘He’s a Beta.’

“Who were you talking to?”

Chaewoo, who had dressed and come out with his bag, asked as he locked the front door.

“The neighbor greeted me.”

At that, Chaewoo paused.

“That guy greeted you?”

“He must be a salaryman. He said good morning.”

“…That’s strange.”

Good morning?

Had he not heard anything yesterday?

He was certain the neighbor had returned home after work.

Though puzzled, he had no choice but to believe Euigeon’s words.

Anyway, seeing as no argument had occurred, it was probably fine.

He had worried about rumors of him being a pervert spreading in this building.

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