HPK 29

Wooseung gripped Taejung’s knee tightly and squeezed his eyes shut. He put all his strength into his right hand. The wetter the squelch, squelch sound became, the hotter his palm grew. And finally…

“Keut!”

The urethral opening, which had been leaking fluid, fiercely spewed semen. A milky white liquid, like water mixed with milk, trickled down the shaft and the back of his hand.

“This, fuck…”

At the curse spat out as if being chewed on, Wooseung was as startled as someone struck by lightning. He let go of the penis as if throwing it away and watched Taejung’s expression. He had mindlessly caressed it because he did not want to put it in his mouth, but in reality, that was no different from defying Taejung’s command.

“S-Sorry.”

Terrified, Wooseung hurriedly offered words of apology.

Taejung, his face flushed red, just stared at Wooseung. The areas around his eyes and his lips were exceptionally red. It looked like he was simmering and on the verge of exploding…

“This, this is too expensive, I did it because there can’t be any problems.”

“…”

“The root canal itself isn’t that much. But they say the crown that goes over it is 500,000 won.”

Wooseung stretched his lips horizontally with his index finger, just as he had when he showed him his tooth a moment ago. He made excuses, poking his molar.

“There’s a cavity next to it here, too…”

As he was busy explaining in a flurry, something unfamiliar entered his field of vision.

“Uh…”

It was Taejung’s penis. It had not lost its erection at all, even though he had just ejaculated.

His hand was sticky and wet with semen, and he had seen Taejung’s abdominal muscles twitch. He had definitely ejaculated…

But why?

He slowly lowered the finger that was touching his molar. He licked his lower lip, staring in turn at Taejung and the bobbing penis. He had a bad feeling.

“Is 500,000 won all?”

Taejung, who had been slightly bent over, straightened his body. He swept back his disheveled hair with his hand to neaten it.

“Then, I’ll give you that, so use your mouth.”

Shameless and nonchalant words followed. He would give him the treatment fee, so open his mouth. He was telling him to suck his penis with a mouth that was not even free of anesthesia.

Before leaving the dental clinic, Wooseung had deliberately gotten cold water from the water dispenser and drank it. He felt the sharp, stinging sensation that had made him grimace under his eyes disappear as if by magic. It could have been due to the remaining anesthesia, but he was happy nonetheless. He even made a ridiculous resolution to try drinking cold water every hour.

“They said I have to keep getting treatment until the nerve dies.”

“…”

“And also the cavity here…”

“Right, I’ll give you all that fucking money.”

Taejung kicked Wooseung’s thigh with his foot and retorted irritably.

Wooseung lowered his head and looked at the thigh he had been hit on. Taejung’s sneaker was right next to it. Its clunky appearance, the traces of mud on the midsole and upper. But Wooseung knew it was not real mud. It was just, the way the design came out.

He suddenly thought it was a relief that his own truly dirty sneakers were not visible because he was kneeling.

“Ah, take off your clothes, too.”

“…My clothes?”

“Yes, your clothes.”

Wooseung clutched the sleeve that came down far enough to cover the back of his hand. He usually wore oversized clothes to hide his thin frame, so the hoodie he was wearing now was also very loose. Taejung grabbed the fabric near his nape and kindly informed him, “This, I mean this.”

“Ah, hurry up.”

He rushed him, saying he was losing his erection. Unable to withstand the pestering, he first took off his top. As he hesitated, wondering if he should take off his pants too, Taejung kicked his thigh again, saying that was enough. He could just say it with words, but he always had to treat people like livestock like this.

As he shifted on his knees to get closer, he spread his legs wider, signaling for him to come in further. Wooseung gripped the snake-like penis and slowly lowered his mouth.

‘You shouldn’t eat before the anesthesia wears off. It’s dangerous because you might bite your tongue.’

The staff member had explained everything kindly, one by one, as if Wooseung were a child. Wooseung liked that kindness, which was given equally to others.

So, he did not want to do it.

Really.

He really did not.

The penis that touched his lips was unfittingly soft.

“Haa, ha…”

Wooseung propped himself up with both hands on the floor and panted. His breath, which had been blocked and then burst out, would not return to its normal rhythm.

Unlike him, with his pale face and only the areas around his eyes and his lips red, Taejung looked refreshed, as if he had just come from a sauna. With both arms draped over the back of the sofa, he tilted his head back and then straightened it again.

Having regained his composure after two ejaculations, he stared blankly at Wooseung, who was too busy gasping for breath.

With every breath, his thin back rose and fell. The prominent shoulder blades and vertebrae, the white skin through which veins were visible.

“…”

Taejung held up his own hand. Due to frequent high-weight training, his palm was covered in calluses. In contrast, the hand that had been kneading his penis was small, white, and soft. It didn’t have the gooey taste of a mouth, but it wasn’t half bad.

“Hey, why don’t you do second rounds?”

Wooseung’s head, which had been hanging down, slowly lifted. His eyelashes, thoroughly soaked with tears, fluttered like wings. Soon, his eyes, filled with moisture, stared straight at Taejung.

For a moment, the tips of his fingers tingled as if an electric current had passed through them. Taejung looked at his hand again.

“…I just don’t. I don’t.”

“Why? Your friend does.”

As far as Wooseung knew, Hyojun had never gone out separately to sleep with a client. On the contrary, he was the type to click his tongue whenever players slept with clients, calling it a waste of time. While there were occasional clients who paid a fee for a second round, it was mostly just free sex.

That is, except for ‘that day’.

“Moonsu came three times that day.”

Wooseung just moved his lips, not knowing what to say in response. He knew very well that he did not see the players as equals, but hearing such words was another matter.

To put it bluntly, what did he care if Moonsu came three times or not.

His body shivered from the cold air rising from the floor. Wooseung picked up the crumpled hoodie under the sofa. Without even asking for permission, he put it on, starting with the arms.

“I don’t do second rounds.”

“Even if I give you money?”

“…Yes.”

“What if I give you five hundred thousand won?”

“…”

“A million?”

A playful tone, and the mischievous meaning embedded within it.

Wooseung did not answer and finished putting on his clothes. Then he pulled the sleeves down and clutched them with his hands.

“One and a half million…”

He trailed off, flinching at the feel of the fabric against his penis. The sleeve of the green hoodie was meticulously wiping his limp penis. The penis, which had been glistening, smeared with semen and saliva, was slowly drying.

Wooseung looked up at Taejung, holding his pants and underwear. Without realizing it, he lifted his hips to help Wooseung. After he was dressed, he felt bewildered.

“…”

“…”

Silence flowed. Taejung could not even remember what he had been saying before he stopped. After a moment’s thought, he picked up his wallet. He took out five 50,000 won bills and placed them on the table. Wooseung, who was packing his bag, stared blankly at the bills on the table. It did not take long to count them as there were few.

‘Even a car is half price the moment the wheels start rolling, so there’s no reason for you to get the same price as the first time.’

The money had decreased again.

“Ah, look at that face.”

Taejung, who seemed to be closing his wallet, took out a card and held it out. At the look that asked what this was, he grinned, a refreshing smile.

“Use it at the dentist.”

“…I’d rather just have cash.”

“You said you don’t know exactly how much it will be, are you going to get cash from me every time you have to pay?”

Wooseung chewed the inside of his cheek, looking back and forth between the card and Taejung. He was not sure if it was okay to accept it.

However, the hesitation was brief.

He picked up the card with a trembling hand. The thin, light card felt like nothing in his grasp. It had no weight at all.

But with just ‘this’, he could go to the dentist without any worries.

“You’ll be in trouble if you use it for anything else.”

Taejung said as he fiddled with the card with his thumb. He was smiling, but it did not seem like a pure smile.

“Yes… I’ll only use it at the dentist.”

He bowed his head, holding the card preciously. Taejung waved his hand, telling him to go out and call Hoonyeong.

“…Thank you.”

Wooseung bowed one more time before closing the door. The corners of Taejung’s mouth, with a cigarette between his lips, curved gently.

As expected, it did not seem like a pure smile.