Chapter 75: The Lunatic Who Got Called “Husband” by a Drunk Hamster

“I’d never abandon you even if you lost your guiding ability tomorrow.”

Lee Chae just giggled—whether he understood or not was unclear. He was always pretty when expressionless, but drunk and giggling? Haejin’s rationality kept trying to flee the country.

It’s rush hour, people everywhere… Bad thoughts flashed, but if he acted on them here, Lee Chae would sober up and run screaming that he was a beast. Haejin forced himself to behave.

He turned his back to Lee Chae and crouched.

“Honey, hop on hubby’s back.”

“Okay~”

Miraculously obedient, Lee Chae wrapped arms around his neck and mumbled, “My husband’s back is so wide~” then kept giggling.

Husband?! Had Lee Chae ever called him that once? Never. Haejin had been the only one acting married from day one. Even after official registration, Lee Chae had only given a peck and never used the word. When Haejin had begged to be called husband, he’d been ignored.

But now—husband!

Is today my birthday?

He’d been ready to explode when he found drunk Lee Chae, but one “husband” melted the rage like snow in spring.

He stood with Lee Chae piggybacked—no weight at all. His own lower body felt heavier.

Already like this.

He thought not seeing Lee Chae’s face would help, but every “husband~” and hot breath on his ear made desire surge uncontrollably.

Haejin gripped Lee Chae’s thighs firmly and sprinted like a madman to the nearest love motel.

He got a room in a frenzy, carried Lee Chae up to the third floor, card key in mouth, kicked the door open. Lee Chae whispered in his ear,

“Is this our honeymoon house?”

“Yeah, honeymoon house—so we gotta have our wedding night, right?”

The second the door slammed, Haejin tossed Lee Chae onto the bed and started stripping— only to freeze at the surprise strip show in front of him.

“Ugh, so hot… why’s it so hot…”

Lee Chae squirmed and peeled off clothes one by one.

“You’re really trying to kill me.”

Grinning drunkenly, Lee Chae lifted his head, eyes hazy, and beckoned with a finger. Haejin walked over like hypnotized and lay down. Lee Chae climbed on top, bent down, pressed their bodies together, and kissed him. A kiss so fierce it felt like lips would tear and breath would be stolen whole.

“Haa…”

When their lips parted for a second, Haejin stared at Lee Chae’s face.

“You reek of alcohol… how much did you drink? Who with?”

“I smell?”

Lee Chae’s eyes went round. He blew into his own hand, sniffed, then pouted— adorable and insanely sexy. Haejin’s hair stood on end.

“Keep going. Show me how good our Chae is.”

“I’m good? Yeah… super good! F*cking amazing!”

Lee Chae attacked his neck and ears, sucking wildly. He seemed completely unaware of what he was doing. Haejin ran hands from nape to butt to inner thighs. When fingers reached the thighs, Lee Chae suddenly stopped.

“Ah… pervert, too sexy.”

“Not pervert—honey. And this isn’t sexy, it’s love.”

Lee Chae nodded cutely. “Oh, right~” Haejin mentally updated his Lee Chae file:

Drunk Jung Lee Chae: believes any bullsht, super obedient, does everything you tell him to. ★★★★★*

“Then keep going. Honey’s too good at this.”

Praised, Lee Chae smiled like a happy kid. Normally prickly and stiff, triggering conquest desire— drunk Lee Chae was soft and pliant, igniting possessive desire instead. No one else could ever see him like this.

Both instincts turned Haejin into a dangerous beast all the same.

Lee Chae clumsily licked lips, bit an ear, slid back to lips. When he reached the collarbone he bit hard—not for pleasure, but like he wanted to leave a mark.

“Trying to eat me?”

Lee Chae stared at the bite mark he’d made, then pouted.

“Not working…”

“What isn’t?”

“Honey should have a mark too… only I have one, it’s not fair. Why can’t I leave one?”

So damn cute. That’s basically begging to be devoured.

Decision made—Haejin stopped holding back, unbuckled Lee Chae’s belt, yanked pants down, then froze.

“…!”

What kind of button did I press to get this reaction? Pretends to be innocent but is ridiculously sensitive. If he were sober Haejin would’ve teased him mercilessly for being a closeted perv…

But he was in no position to talk, so he kept going.

“Nngh… ah…”

When Haejin opened him, Lee Chae moaned and frowned. Haejin stared, mesmerized— Lee Chae grabbed the back of his head and kissed him again.

“You said I smell.”

“So you hate it?”

Lee Chae’s eyes welled up—cute aggression overload. Today was full of shocks.

“Never.”

Lee Chae always smelled good—since the very first time, even before contact. Skin impossibly pale, soft, squishy… Seeing him sulk over “smell” made Haejin laugh and throb at the same time.

He moved fingers gently like playing piano. Something hard pressed against his stomach.

“Honey, like it?”

Whispered—Lee Chae nodded frantically and started moving on his own.

“Ah…”

Haejin grinned down at him. He stopped touching—Lee Chae looked up with pleading eyes.

He was dying to take him right now, but this version of Lee Chae was too rare— he wanted to tease longer.

“What’re you thinking?”

“H-hurry…”

“Hurry what?”

“C-contact guiding…”

“This is guiding? Guess I’ll just lie here then.”

Lee Chae looked ready to cry—beyond cute, brain kept short-circuiting. Haejin settled between his knees and moved carefully. The moment he felt that soft grip, he stopped.

“Nng… more.”

Skin flushed crimson everywhere. He’d planned to go slow tonight—kiss leisurely, explore every inch. But…

“Really want more?”

Instead of answering, Lee Chae wrapped arms around Haejin’s back. Haejin lost it and started moving. He hadn’t even gone far and his vision was already spinning.

“Haa…”

Head burning, thoughts gone. His body moved like a beast on autopilot. Lee Chae tensed hard. Muscles clenched; he felt even tighter. Haejin pressed down—Lee Chae moaned loud.

“Right there.”

Their bodies fit so perfectly even the slightest brush hit every sensitive spot. How does a person like this even exist?

Haejin panted, holding Lee Chae closer. Lee Chae started moving again on his own.

“Too greedy.”

“H-hurry… stop teasing.”

Haejin licked the tears at Lee Chae’s eyes and gradually sped up. When one moved, the other paused to breathe. Like N and S poles of a magnet—they couldn’t bear even a second apart.

Sharing breath, heat, rhythm— tiny sparks exploded like fireworks all over their bodies.

Lee Chae threw his head back and stopped breathing. Haejin kept going.

“I-I… stop…”

“Already coming? I’m not even close.”

“N-no… hnngh.”

Watching Lee Chae tremble and shake his head made Haejin want to bully him more. He bit the flower-shaped imprint on his collarbone. Bodies pressed impossibly closer, sharing every breath.

Lee Chae’s body vibrated; he desperately sought Haejin’s lips. Haejin swallowed them instantly. Tongues tangled sloppily, saliva trailing—lewd sounds filling the room. Haejin felt like his brain was melting.

“Not even touching you and you’re coming again?”

Gasping question—Lee Chae nodded with little sobs.

We barely started…

Haejin paused to stop him from finishing too soon— Lee Chae yanked him closer. He started moving again, breathing hard. He was at his limit.

“R-right there… a little more.”

Insane. Haejin clenched his jaw and attacked exactly where Lee Chae wanted. Every time with Lee Chae was like this— no matter how much he tried to stay in control, Lee Chae drove him crazy and dragged him wherever he wanted.

How can one person be like this? Always on his mind, and every time he wanted to savor it— it ended in frantic rush.

“Haa.”

Haejin crushed Lee Chae in his arms. Lee Chae was crying, shaking his head. The pressure felt like his body would burst. Haejin moved like a madman. Soon every sensation concentrated in one place.

“Hnngh…!”

Fireworks flashed then went dark—silence. Lee Chae went completely limp and passed out.

Anger hadn’t fully faded, but he couldn’t stay mad at someone sleeping…

You’re dead when you wake up.

Haejin decided, staring at sleeping Lee Chae. Irregular breathing slowly evened out. Skin looked even whiter against the sheets. He kissed the very visible imprint and whispered,

“Can’t even hate you when you’re this pretty.”

Anxiety that had sprouted in his heart dissolved like ink in water, replaced by calm.