Chapter 67: The Lunatic Who Realized His Guide Had Been Preparing for This All Along

“Really gonna act like you’re fine doing this?” Every time Lee Chae’s hand brushed his skin, Haejin deliberately shifted—teasing back. Lee Chae’s moans grew rougher.

“Like it better when I stay still?” Haejin asked, face twisted like he was in pain. Lee Chae nodded.

“Why? You’re already turned on. Touching each other is better.”

“Guiding first. When my guiding’s done, then do whatever you want.”

Whatever I want? Haejin wanted to clarify how far that went. Lee Chae looked fragile, like he was hiding something.

“Sounds like you’re telling me to imprint.”

Lee Chae’s shoulders flinched. His pupils shook like he’d been caught.

“…Yeah. I’ve decided we’re imprinting tonight.”

Even though permission was granted, Haejin felt pissed. No romance—just “let’s get this annoying thing over with”?

He cooled his overheating head and lifted Lee Chae’s chin.

“You’re not even excited. You don’t even want it.”

As proof, Lee Chae grabbed Haejin’s hand and pressed it to his own chest. Heart racing—definitely. But it was just physiological, not emotional exchange.

Nothing like the scorching breath or melting softness of their first contact guiding.

He’s definitely hiding something… did his feelings cool?

No—if feelings cooled, he wouldn’t bring up imprinting. Then why was he acting like an emotionless robot, confusing him? A thousand thoughts in a split second. Meanwhile Lee Chae kept rubbing against him like seduction. It made Haejin weirdly angry.

“You call me hyung and sweet-talk because you know I’m weak to it?”

He bit Lee Chae’s neck. Lee Chae’s hand on his shoulder tightened.

“I know. That’s why I like you.”

Another blindside. Haejin’s mouth shut. Lee Chae even tsked at him.

“Idiot?”

“…?”

“You said it’s reflex because I want it. Don’t you get it? Even romance virgins should understand… you’re killing the mood…”

This is siren song beyond sexy. Yeah—this is Jung Lee Chae. Always exceeding expectations. Ultimate seducer.

He babbled on, but Haejin heard nothing.

He can’t resist because he wants it. He’s begging me to overpower him. Hesitate now and you’re not a man.

Resolved, Haejin let instinct take over. Silenced Lee Chae’s lips, pinned both wrists with one hand, pressed him down with his whole body.

The reflexive struggling melted away. Lee Chae finally went soft and pliant.

The sharp beginning of their first time.

“Ugh… haa… I’m losing my mind.”

Haejin buried his face in Lee Chae’s neck, groaning in agony. If he’d known it was this hard, he would’ve listened to the dirty talk espers always spouted. The one saving grace: Lee Chae was just as inexperienced and already out of it, so he wouldn’t notice Haejin’s clumsiness.

Haejin breathed in and moved slowly again. His body responded on its own. The magnet-like clinging, the hot breaths in his ear, the nails raking his back, Lee Chae’s lips that moaned in pain yet never refused—everything moved him.

“Ah!”

The moment they finally became one, tears welled in Lee Chae’s eyes. Haejin licked them away in comfort but didn’t slow down. He wanted to ask if it was okay, if Lee Chae was losing his mind too.

“Jung Lee Chae, open your eyes and look at me.”

“…Ah, ngh.”

Lee Chae gripped the sheets tight. His body was outrunning his head; everything felt urgent. Lee Chae suddenly wrapped one arm around Haejin’s neck, clinging.

“Don’t like it? Is that why?”

Less than five minutes in—he couldn’t finish early. Haejin kept talking to Lee Chae to distract himself from the overwhelming focus. But Lee Chae kept his lips sealed. Annoyed, Haejin moved harder—moans finally spilled out.

“Haaah! Ngh, ah…”

He’d tried to distract himself, but the sounds only made him lose it more. Lee Chae threw his head back, lifting his chin. His pale neck was covered in Haejin’s marks. Seeing them made him…

“Ngh, why won’t you answer? Don’t like it?”

“Sh-shut…!”

“What? Want more?”

“No—just shut up!”

“You’ve got no manners with hyung.”

“Ah, haaah…! Hyung, I—I’m dying…”

“Same.”

The moment Lee Chae clenched and cried he was dying, Haejin bit his lip hard. The train that had been sprinting hit an unexpected obstacle and screeched to a halt. The boiling steam felt ready to explode.

Hold it.

Vision flickering, Haejin stopped moving and hugged Lee Chae tight.

“Haa…”

Lee Chae’s voice sounded close to tears.

“W-why’d you stop…”

“I’ve been holding back forever. I’m not planning to finish quick. No—excuses. I’m just an asshole.”

“Total thug.”

“Huh?”

“Idiot, we can just… do it again.”

“Our baby’s a total pervert, huh?”

SMACK! A sting bloomed on his back. He’d been teased and hit, yet it felt weirdly good. Am I the real pervert?