EAR Ch 34

What is he talking about out of nowhere? His mouth still didn’t open easily, and Seungpyo only asked back in his mind as he scowled. But Jaemin didn’t seem interested in Seungpyo’s answer at all. He merely brought his hand, which had been dangling carelessly, to the front of his pants.

Seungpyo, who was blankly watching Jaemin’s actions, was late to stumble out words only when a sense of crisis reached all the way up to his chin.

“You… what are you doing?”

“You said you wanted to see it. You said you were curious about what it’d be like to see a whore’s act done by the number 1 in the whole school in person, and I even recorded those words of yours.”

Seungpyo took steps backward, but before he could even take a few steps, he bumped right into a dead-end wall. Oh Seungpyo, who had passed 185 centimeters this year and whose appearance was now distinctly closer to a young man than a boy, stood leaning his back against the wall like a mouse cornered by a cat—stiffening his arms and legs helplessly.

Jaemin didn’t take his eyes off Seungpyo, who was standing pressed against the wall to avoid him. With a still calm expression, he boundly unfastened the front of his pants after all. Below his slightly lowered waistband, the band part of his drawers was revealed.

“Hey, don’t. This is school.”

The voice trying to stop him almost began to tremble. But Jaemin didn’t stop.

Long, white fingers finally pulled down even the drawers, dragging out the red penis hidden inside. Even the faint shadows created by his pelvic bones were clearly visible. Seungpyo gasped.

On Ryu Jaemin’s secret account that was now deleted, there had been a short video. Inside the video, which was muted so no voice could be heard, Jaemin lowered his school uniform pants, took hold of his penis, and shook it. It was a posture with his shirt pulled way up, exposing his firm, slender belly and even his chest where small nipples stood out.

His face couldn’t be seen and no sound could be heard, but Jaemin’s breathing felt almost audible to Seungpyo’s ears. In the moments when he moved the hand gripping his dick quickly, then stopped the motion and merely twitched his body; when he stood still masturbating, then slightly bent his back and jerked his upper body as if catching his breath; how he breathed at the very end when he shivered his exposed, pale waist, dirtying his fingers with semen.

Right now, Jaemin was not inside a low-resolution video, but actually in front of Seungpyo. It was a close distance where not only his face and voice, but also every single strand of hair could be seen shaking and disheveling.

He pulled up the end of his white school uniform shirt and bit it with his teeth. Then he grabbed his dick without hesitation, and began to shake it without even faltering.

That series of processes looked as slow as slow motion in Seungpyo’s eyes.

‘Fuck, I just don’t have to look! Push him aside and get out fast!’

His reason, clearer than ever, was shouting toward Seungpyo, who had been frozen like a rock since earlier. But for some reason, Oh Seungpyo, who was famous for his good athletic ability and reflexes, suddenly seemed to have become clumsy as if his body were paralyzed, unable to move despite the signal from his brain.

The penis that first revealed itself was not erect at all. Rubbing what was neither hard nor wet with bare hands, only the dry friction sound between bare skin leaked out aridly. Far from being erotic, the dick being handled recklessly like an object for venting anger merely looked painful.

Jaemin, who was rubbing his own thing with his gaze dropped down, threw a glance up at the frozen Seungpyo. When their eyes met, he stared briefly, then closed his eyes. At the same time, the brow on his expressionless face scowled faintly, and a small voice gushed out between his lips biting his shirt.

“Ngh….”

The moment that voice was heard, just as Jaemin bit his shirt, Seungpyo also tightly bit the inside flesh of his mouth—hard enough that blood might seep in if he was careless.

His body suddenly grew hot, and heat rushed all the way to his head. As his head grew hot, even his eyeballs felt sore.

Regardless of Seungpyo’s situation, Jaemin’s hand kept moving. Rub, rub, rub. The sound of rubbing skin and the gradually quickening sound of breathing erased the quietness of the narrow reference room.

While one person endured biting his shirt and the other biting his own flesh, the penis that seemed indifferent at first also stood up firmly. Before long, a transparent liquid gathered at the tip of the penis, and even inside his dry palm, a sticky sound began to make itself heard. Jaemin’s expression was also distorting as if it were becoming increasingly painful.

“Ngh, mm, ah….”

An aching voice as if gritting his teeth continued at length, and Jaemin stopped the hand touching his penis, merely gasping for breath while his waist twitched. The eyelashes of his closed eyes trembled together as well.

Seungpyo, who stood pressed against the wall watching that scene without moving an inch, twitched his fingertips, then tightly clenched his fists. Like a person holding back the desire to touch the thing in front of his eyes, his tense knuckles faded white. His strained throat apple bobbed up and down once with a gulp.

Jaemin, who was catching his breath for a moment, soon opened his eyes limply and began to quickly stroke up his thing again. Slick, slick, slick. More pre-ejaculatory fluid seeped out, becoming squelchy as if he were touching it with water on it now.

Seungpyo’s low-exhaling breath had also grown quick before he realized it. In the eyes that had looked at Jaemin in panic like a trapped prey at first, heat slowly seeped in, glaring at his classmate standing in front of him as if he were about to beat him up at any moment.

Without any words, only meaningless sounds raised the humidity of the narrow space.

“Ah…!”

Whatever it felt like, the actual time it took until ejaculation was not long—since it was even shorter than the video that had been posted on social media. The anxiety of doing this kind of shit in the school reference room, just as Seungpyo had said, might have rushed the end.

The white fluid that poured down from the tip of the glans flowed between Jaemin’s fingers. Jaemin bent his waist slightly, shivered, then let out a sigh with a haah, and raised his head. As if losing strength, he leaned one arm against the wall Seungpyo was leaning on.

The crown of Jaemin’s head and the back of his head, lowered down, were placed near Seungpyo’s chest. A faint red color was spread over the nape of his neck and the back of his ears.

Jaemin blankly looked down at his own hand covered in semen he had just spewed out. Clicking his tongue like a person who found the cleanup annoying after committing the act, he slightly raised his head and sent his gaze to Seungpyo standing facing him.

“You said you wanted to see it, so I don’t know if it was worth watching.”

Even at the words muttered in a provocative tone, Seungpyo merely glared at Jaemin in silence as before. Jaemin, whose breathing hadn’t fully settled, panted and opened his mouth.

“If you’re asking why I did something like that….”

“…”

“It’s because doing this relieves stress. Because I’m a whore, a bastard, a pervert.”

Jaemin’s gaze likewise gleamed ferociously as if to bite into Seungpyo. Finishing his words, Jaemin straightened his body, carelessly stuffed his still wet penis inside his underwear, and roughly tidied his clothes.

“I should go wash.”

Muttering casually as if he had dirt or something on his hand instead of semen, he turned around with a snap as if Seungpyo weren’t even visible anymore, and left the reference room without looking back. Long after the door closed with a thud, Seungpyo finally let out a long, deep sigh.

Instead of quickly leaving the reference room where he was left alone, he stood leaning against the wall in that exact posture, scowling deeply at his brow and gritting his teeth. Biting his lip, he bowed his head and looked down below. Even without checking with his hand, the front of his pants stood up thickly all the way to his thigh, prominent enough to notice.

Seungpyo raised his gaze toward the ceiling with an expression of having seen something he shouldn’t have, and clutched his head as if about to tear at his hair.

“…That guy is a real, certified crazy bastard….”

Seungpyo was on the fearless side. He hadn’t believed in childish lies like ghosts or spirits for a long time. Because if ghosts existed, his mother, who had passed away early, would have visited him at least once to show her face.

He had grown up merely snickering at the stories of adults trying to make him cry or scare him, and even when other kids picked fights with him from time to time, he had never been scared. And for good reason: he had never lost a fight.