INV 30

‘I want to be grafted.’ Right now. ‘I don’t care where we are or who’s around.’ Who among the two of them came up with that perverse idea first? However, Kwon Yihyeon, who normally would have shamelessly blamed Chacha, was smiling quietly today of all days.

They both lusted for each other at almost the same moment, and both were fully aware of it.

“…Shall we go home?”

The reason they had walked the path home, despite being with a Jae Angshin who could teleport at will, was simply because the sunset that day was beautiful. It was because the wind was especially cool today, and the world meeting their eyes looked enchantingly grand. Even though they could return home in an instant whenever they wished, they did it because they were giddy, as if under a spell. It seems he must admit at least this much: that the walk back home with Chacha felt enjoyable. The fact that the path to a home for just the two of them—where he could keep Chacha confined so he couldn’t cause any accidents—felt pleasant…

‘A home for the two of us?’

Kwon Yihyeon was briefly flustered by the fact that the heavy concept of “home” had flowed out so naturally as an expression binding the “two of them” together.

However, the next moment, as Chacha gazed at Kwon Yihyeon with an inorganic face, it became impossible to think of anything else.

“…!”

It felt as if only Chacha were standing in this world.

He dismantled Kwon Yihyeon piece by piece with a sticky, persistent gaze. As if somberly taxidermying the images reflected by Kwon Yihyeon’s pupils and retinas.

Only when Kwon Yihyeon became so tense he could barely breathe did he smile softly.

Then, with just a single call, he steals away his entire focus.

“Are you scared here?”

No, even if it’s a street with few people, the outdoors is the outdoors; isn’t this a matter beyond being scared or not…

But at the same time, Kwon Yihyeon felt himself to be thoroughly in heat. Even down to the goddamn lust of wanting to pin down this cursed bride right here and make him cry. He realized for the first time that Chacha’s eyes curving gently in provocation stoked the desire for conquest within him. Kwon Yihyeon was stunned to discover such a base mounting urge in himself for the first time in his life… but the fact that a being like Chacha could never be dominated by being pinned down once or twice was what was most chilling.

It seemed that because the opponent was Chacha, he finally possessed a desire for conquest.

“I’m not… scared.”

“Then what are you doing.”

A suggestive glance filled with idle boredom was clearly urging Kwon Yihyeon to act. It was a command for the lowly creature, who had been granted permission to dare climb atop his body, to move quickly. Kwon Yihyeon felt as if his entire body was being licked by that gaze alone. Was it because he already knew the sensation of it crawling up while rubbing against his skin so thickly? Words that he would have died before saying if he were in his right mind flowed naturally from between his teeth.

“Still, I don’t want to. I want to be the only one to see you lose yourself…”

At that moment, Kwon Yihyeon didn’t even know what he was saying, wearing a face as natural as if he were stating some truth or providence.

At that sight, Chacha felt a sharp tightening deep inside his abdomen.

He didn’t know why he was acting so unlike himself, but a Kwon Yihyeon who didn’t sneer with things like ‘Are you meeting me only for my body?’ was exceptionally stimulating. Of course, since the Jae Angshin Chacha was the one who had developed a taste for squeezing the life out of a young groom who acted like he was dying of joy while claiming to hate it, there was no way he would dislike a grumbling Kwon Yihyeon.

But my young groom seems quite grown up today…

‘Is it really true that a child grows only when you let them out into society?’

Keeping him wrapped in my arms isn’t the only way, then. Chacha felt proud of himself for supposedly respecting Kwon Yihyeon’s free will sufficiently despite chasing him all the way to his first day of work, but the next moment, the composure he had snatched up as if scratching with his fingertips was shattered. The cause was nothing much.

Like a fresh lover, Kwon Yihyeon gently embraced Chacha with one arm while lowering his other hand.

Then, he grabbed him as if groping his back pocket.

“…”

It wasn’t a direction where anyone could see. Even at a time like this, the meticulous Kwon Yihyeon stood with his back to the park, and since Chacha was against the wall, it was an internal affair that no one could notice—that Kwon Yihyeon was molesting Chacha over his clothes.

“So let’s enjoy ourselves just a little before going in.”

When appearing in the Underworld, Chacha was dressed in his usual red silk ceremonial robes, but for the walk home together, he had changed into modern clothing, perhaps out of consideration for Kwon Yihyeon.

Because of that, Kwon Yihyeon was enjoying the luxury of kneading his bride, who was wearing leather pants that clung tightly to his body lines.

Looking back, Kwon Yihyeon might have actually been somewhat excited since the walk home started. The loose poet shirt wasn’t enough even though it revealed the collarbone line; it was merely woven together with lace-up details, suggestively revealing the snow-white nape and the skin beneath it. All he wore below that were leather pants that reached the waist.

The line of the pants, revealing the shape of his form, fell strikingly to the ends of his well-proportioned legs like a sleek feline animal.

Perhaps, he thought, Kwon Yihyeon might have wanted to rub this place from the beginning.

When he shared his impressions honestly, a playful contempt returned.

“Pervert…”

“Who was it that suggested we do it here?”

“I didn’t say let’s do it.”

“…”

Indeed, Chacha is someone who has never pronounced the word “sex” in direct language. But after saying everything through suggestive eyes and gestures, it was unavoidable to feel a bit annoyed when he feigned ignorance as if he knew nothing. Kwon Yihyeon moved the arm that was supporting the waist downward and suggestively rubbed the inner thigh.

“Ah…”

A groan heavily laden with lewdness leaked out. Suddenly, Kwon Yihyeon thought that if what Chacha was wearing had been cotton pants, love-fluids might have seeped through.

If they were white, the wet part would be clearly visible, which would be cute…

“Next time, will you wear clothes that I pick out for you?”

“Sure. I’ll be sure to wear a Burberry coat over it. I heard that’s your way.”

“What does that mean?”

“Isn’t it proper etiquette for someone wearing lewd clothes to drape a Burberry coat over them?”

Stunned, Kwon Yihyeon froze for three seconds as if paralyzed, then spoke firmly.

“…From now on, I’m going to turn on the parental control mode on your phone, so just know that.”

“You want to say something like that while touching my butt?”

“…”

However, it would be better to break the mood than to let a warped sexual concept be planted in a Jae Angshin who had been sealed for ten thousand years. At least, that’s what Kwon Yihyeon thought.

Releasing Chacha, Kwon Yihyeon slowly moved away and shook the phone that had been in Chacha’s pocket as if showing it off. Chacha could have overpowered Kwon Yihyeon at any moment, but for some reason he found his groom cute; after letting out a few exaggerated sighs, he obediently offered his fingerprint and let Kwon Yihyeon manipulate his phone.

Kwon Yihyeon’s perspective was different. He couldn’t describe how shocked he was when Chacha, who had gone out a few days ago, suddenly came back having bought a phone. It was a relief to hear that he hadn’t stolen it by force, but had sold jewelry at a pawn shop and bought it legitimately. He was worried when Chacha said he had handled his identity, including a resident registration card, with sorcery, but he figured that much was unavoidable for a yohwi over ten thousand years old to naturally blend into society.

Anyway, the important thing right now was to turn on the parental control mode on Chacha’s phone.

No matter how little Kwon Yihyeon knew about the state of affairs ten thousand years ago, modern times were bound to be much more lewd than then. Kwon Yihyeon was serious, but Chacha would slowly teach him the important truth that ignoring ancient imagination leads to big trouble.

Therefore, Chacha could accept this moment of patience.

‘Because what he’s doing is cute.’

Of course, if it hadn’t been Kwon Yihyeon, he would have been tearing limbs apart and searing flesh with a branding iron, but the one struggling to handle functions he didn’t even know well, claiming he’d turn on parental control mode with his belongings, was none other than Kwon Yihyeon.

That fact was bringing him an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

“Um, go into settings and…”

“Are you done?”

“Please wait. This is my first time turning it on, too. My grandmother always turned it on for me; when would I have ever had a reason to turn it on?”

“Really?”

“…Just endure it for one minute.”

Kwon Yihyeon glared at Chacha once with sharp eyes as if telling him not to rush him, then lowered his head as if burying his nose in the phone. Chacha thought that round crown of his head was like a chestnut. Should I bite it? No. If I did, it would break.

So Chacha gently embraced Kwon Yihyeon with both arms. Whether the foolish groom cared or not, he was preoccupied with finding the parental control mode…

“…”

“…”

A small, delicate pulse beats against Chacha’s skin.

Ah, I haven’t tasted this for ten thousand years; there’s no way I can’t wait for a single minute.

“The minute is up. Let’s go.”

“Huh? Where?”

Of course, he never said he would wait for more than a minute.

Entering their home in an instant, Chacha immediately knelt down on both knees neatly in front of Kwon Yihyeon. Then, firmly grabbing Kwon Yihyeon, who had not yet adjusted to the changed location, he rubbed his cheek against his crotch and looked up with eyes dyed in passion.

Only then did Kwon Yihyeon realize the situation; at this moment, he tossed the phone—which was nothing more than a piece of junk—onto the bed and flushed red.

“Ah, really… who’s the pervert here?”

“It’s you, Kwon Yihyeon…”

The pronunciation was muffled as he bit the zipper with his teeth to pull it down. Even so, Chacha buried his lips in the briefs, smelling the scent of a male, and laughed.

“You’re the one who asked me to. To act like an obedient dog.”

Last night, beneath the shadows where the moon had grown dim, the result of the whispers they had suggestively shared was being realized before their eyes.