INFB Ch 19

Seobin silently peeked at Jaegyu. With his hand, he roughly scratched the wrist that had been burned on the meat restaurant grill plate. It was a small struggle to soothe his chest, which was rolling with tension, with another pain.

At that moment, Jaegyu opened his mouth.

“Then we should work now.”

“…Pardon?”

“Strip.”

Seobin stopped breathing abruptly for a split second, but quickly pulled himself together.

“Ah, yes.”

He quickly stood up and took off his clothes. The trembling in his hands grew worse, but it was fine. Having intentionally avoided wearing clothes with buttons, he was able to avoid flustering like a fool.

Seobin folded his removed clothes neatly and draped them over the corner of the sofa. Then he stood right in front of Jaegyu. His thin chest repeatedly expanded and contracted irregularly.

“…”

Jaegyu, with his legs crossed, looked at Seobin’s naked body. But because the light was so murky, it was hard to see well. He stretched his arm long toward the nightstand attached to the head seat of the sofa. Then he turned the head of the lamp resting on top of it to illuminate Seobin.

The stark bulb struck Seobin’s body.

Seobin swallowed his breath backward. It had been a long time since he took off his clothes, but only now did it feel like he was truly stripped bare.

Embarrassed.

A emotion unfitting for his station was felt. Seobin rubbed his knees together and pulled his legs close. He also bit down tightly on his lower lip.

Regardless, Jaegyu was appreciating Seobin with his characteristic deep gaze. Then he offered his review in a low voice.

“It’s a total mess.”

Seobin’s body carried the intercourse from a week ago intact. His skin was still mottled. Clear handprints from Jaegyu were left on his pelvis and thighs, and bruises were also formed on the area leading to his buttocks and thighs.

His thin knees were bluish, and scabs had formed where his skin had been scraped, twisted, and bled. The parts where Jaegyu had set his teeth remained stained black as if smudged with dirt.

That was how bruises originally were. At first they were merely red, then stained purple, then turned green, before fading darkish and disappearing in order. The speed varied for each spot.

Thanks to that, Seobin’s body right now was indeed colorful. It looked as though he had played with paint while stark naked. He looked hurt, looked tormented, looked like he was struggling, and at the same time… beautiful.

Jaegyu clenched his fist tightly and let go. Satisfaction and a sense of conquest surged up his spine like a snake. At the heat surging up hook, he had to unbutton two buttons of his shirt.

“Show me your hole.”

Jaegyu issued his next command.

“…”

For a split second, Seobin went blank as if his brain had slipped outside. Show me your hole. It was a word hard to comprehend.

There? Why? No, how? By what means?

After marking continuous question marks like that, he moved a few beats late. But he couldn’t gauge what posture to take and how.

At first, he wondered if he should turn around and stick out his buttocks, but it was truly terribly unsightly. Then should he lie face down on the sofa? So he placed his knees on top of the sofa, but then it seemed like it would be difficult for Jaegyu to see his ‘hole’.

Seobin rolled his head this way and that, then climbed onto the sofa table and lay face down. As if bowing, he gathered both arms to support his forehead, and directed his buttocks toward Jaegyu.

Glass was placed on the sofa table, and its texture was extremely slick and cold. Goosebumps rose not only on his spine, but also on his buttocks. On top of that, the cold air poking here and there at his limbs. At the unfamiliar sensation, he unconsciously cowered his buttocks inward.

Then Jaegyu immediately scowled.

“I can’t see it well. You have to spread it.”

Seobin tucked his lower lip way inside. Shifting his weight sluggishly onto one shoulder, he sent one hand backward to spread his buttocks. At Jaegyu’s gaze clawing at the cleft of his buttocks, his whole body turned ice-cold.

With his eyes squeezed shut, Seobin anticipated Jaegyu’s next action. Soon his giant penis would touch him. Just like last time, he would thrust inside mercilessly. His tender flesh would spread beyond limits and tear, and then he would cry while letting out a strange scream like an animal with a limb severed.

It was just when the moist breath Seobin let out scattered white onto the glass.

“Why is the state of your hole like this?”

Jaegyu’s sharply honed voice slammed down over his buttocks.

“Pardon?”

Lying face down while propped on his arms, Seobin looked back. But Jaegyu’s expression was far from ordinary. His furrowed brow, his twisted lips, his scowling eye rims. It was a thoroughly angry face.

His gaze was pinned between Seobin’s buttocks, precisely on the hole. That place was raw and swollen bright red. For some reason, looking at the state of the hole alone, it was at a level where one would believe it even if told he had fucked Jaegyu yesterday rather than a week ago.

He didn’t like the look of it being swollen plumply like a flower bud just beginning to form at all. Because it was swollen so thick, it felt like if pressed with a hand, it would sink deeply like freshly baked bread. If judged by words alone it sounded mouth-watering—no, in truth, it was mouth-watering enough that saliva seeped out from between his molars—but anyway, it was not a state where sex was possible.

At Jaegyu’s sunken mood, the air grew heavy along with it. The cigarette held between his fingers trailed threads of slender smoke upward.

Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Seobin swallowed dry spit. His toes curled inward and uncurled.

Asking why the state of his hole was like this. Didn’t he know better than Seobin himself? Feeling like he was being interrogated for something he hadn’t done wrong, he felt a bit wronged.

But.

“Didn’t you apply medicine?”

Jaegyu said something completely out of left field.

“…Medicine?”

Seobin asked back in a lifeless voice like a fool. It was a look uncharacteristic of him. Though he had a quiet and still personality, he was far from stupid.

“Ha…”

Jaegyu covered his eyes with his palm as if dumbfounded.

“Fuck…, it’s not like I brought some kid to fuck, either.”

He muttered in a tone mixed with irritation. No matter how precious a young master he had grown up as, no matter if a wound had never occurred on his fair body, wasn’t applying medicine to a painful spot basic common sense?

Or did he think he was truly a ‘special existence’ so that marks left by him would heal in an instant?

Whatever it was, it was an unwelcome situation. Good grief. It was to the point where he had to buy and hand over medicine to a guy selling his body.

Biting down hard on his molars and letting go, Jaegyu slapped Seobin’s buttocks with a smack.

“If you’re selling it, you should manage it. How am I supposed to shove a dick in here?”

And then he rubbed the swollen folds recklessly with his thumb.

“Hseat!”

At the sharp pain, Seobin’s back sank deep downward. His shoulder blades rose up, and his spine caved in concave. That his ribs protruded like the Taebaek Mountain Range was visible even from behind his back.

The corner of Jaegyu’s mouth twisted crookedly. To hurt from just this much friction, how was he planning to have sex… From Jaegyu’s perspective, it was a situation where irritation couldn’t fail to arise.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Seobin, trembling violently, apologized first without even knowing what the situation was. Although he couldn’t see what state it was in, judging by Jaegyu’s reaction, it seemed to be a total mess to the point where insertion was impossible.

Should he consider this a relief, or consider it a big trouble? Ah, the latter would be right. Because if he couldn’t sell his body today, 1 million won would fly away.

Jaegyu sat deeply back into the sofa and held a cigarette in his mouth. His upper body slid slightly downward, and his knees came down enough to touch the sofa table.

“There was no point in waiting.”

He exhaled futility along with smoke. Since he had quite expected this moment—the moment to shove his dick into Seobin’s narrow back hole—he was both irritated and disappointed.

“…”

Seobin, unable to do this or that, was merely keeping his buttocks raised. Even amidst that, he had such a thought. Wondering if maybe Jaegyu’s not contacting him for a week was waiting for his body to heal.

But right now, that wasn’t what was important.

So. Did that mean he wouldn’t do it today? That couldn’t happen. He was short on money.

Just when Seobin, who was scratching the glass with his fingernails, opened his mouth to say it was fine to just do it anyway,

“Sit.”

Jaegyu commanded. Seobin straightened his body with an anxious face. After that, he lowered his legs beneath the table and sat quietly, staring blankly at Jaegyu. His rounded eye shape, his pale cheeks, and his lightly closed lips. That face was naively innocent to the point of being hateful.

“Ha…”