JKA 13

In the middle of the trash-heap-like one-room apartment, he kissed 1129. Claiming he would handle the civil complaint, 1129, who held Jiwoon’s cheek—as he begged to be saved—so hard it hurt, pushed his tongue through his parted teeth. It was a truly unfamiliar and strange sensation. Jiwoon himself had lips too. His tongue was no exception.

Jiwoon knew lips and tongues. But the moment he first kissed 1129, it was as if Jiwoon had come to know them for the first time. The lips of another person were vastly different from the sensation he knew from pressing and releasing his own with an “mm, pa, mm, pa” sound. They were strangely soft, pliable, and warm.

His tongue was the same. He had swept the inside of his own mouth with the tip of his tongue and had licked his dry lips when anxious. The tongue was not entirely smooth, but it wasn’t rough either. The underside of the tongue that touched his lower lip was, unlike the top, wetter and softer. But what about another’s tongue? When that thing suddenly entered his mouth, Jiwoon felt the strength drain from his body with a snap.

When their lips pressed together, when the tongue that penetrated his parted teeth brushed against the roof of his mouth and ensnared his own tongue, pulling it, Jiwoon’s body trembled with a start, and he urgently grabbed 1129’s wrist, which held his chin, as if grasping a lifeline. The warmth that was transmitted was just about his own body temperature. But why did it feel like he was being burned by fire?

Even though he knew tongues and lips, Jiwoon had become a state of ignorance, knowing nothing. It wasn’t hot, but it was hot; it wasn’t melting, but it felt like it would. It was unfamiliar and new, and his vision grew distant and pale, but from a certain point, he couldn’t distinguish between his lips and 1129’s. It was the same for their entangled tongues.

Soon, the strength in Jiwoon’s hand holding 1129’s wrist gave out. Instead of pushing 1129 away, Jiwoon wrapped his hands around his neck, stood on his tiptoes, and clung to him with all his might. 1129, as if to accommodate such a Jiwoon, bent his upper body and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him in. At that moment, it seemed he heard the sound of laughter. Their bodies pressed together without a gap, and 1129 delved into Jiwoon even more unreservedly.

The weight that was just heavy enough not to be burdensome, the pressure when he pulled his waist and pressed closer, the sense of fulfillment when his dry chest and lower body were pressed against by someone else, was indescribably gratifying. If nothing else, he thought he wanted this sensation, at least, to be real. At that moment, 1129 gently pushed away the clinging Jiwoon and said.

‘1129, civil complaint handling complete.’

Jiwoon blinked his dazed eyes and looked at 1129’s face, right in front of his nose. There was a being that had become a reality that, if no one else, he himself could never deny. That sensation was something that couldn’t even be felt in a dream. It was because it was something he had not known at all until then.

Days like that had continued until now. Jiwoon felt a momentary resentment toward 1129, who had pushed him away while spouting incomprehensible words about handling a civil complaint. So he clung to him again. Words like simply ‘good’ couldn’t express it all. Like a thirsty deer, he entrusted his whole body to him with urgent, clumsy gestures. Cockroach this, whatever that—he condemned 1129 in every moment, but in truth, the one that didn’t disappear and stubbornly survived was not him, but his own complaints that poured out without a single day’s rest.

Then, the sound of the pouring stream of water and the clattering of dishes hitting each other stopped for a moment. Jiwoon instantly came to his senses and shot up from his seat, and the chair he had been sitting on was pushed back with a clatter.

1129 slowly turned his head to look at Jiwoon. There was his bright red face, not even hidden by his hair. 1129 smiled slightly and, still meeting Jiwoon’s gaze, took off the apron and tidied it. Jiwoon stood frozen, as if his feet were tied.

“Pervert.”

1129 stood facing Jiwoon with the small table between them and spoke in a small voice. Only after hearing that low resonance and the ensuing laughter did Jiwoon come to his senses and rush to the bathroom in a flurry. 1129 did not take his eyes off the spot, as if he could see Jiwoon beyond the firmly closed bathroom door.

Soon, the sound of rough teeth brushing was heard, and a few pieces of paper fluttered down over 1129’s head. Catching them naturally, he read Jiwoon’s latest civil complaints one by one and raised one eyebrow slightly. The content, which precariously straddled desire, hesitation, and instinct, was obscene to no end.

This confusing, complex, and colorful possession that only humans could have was called a contradiction. It was difficult to fully understand that there were things that sometimes deceive even oneself, and that one cannot stop even after realizing they’ve been deceived. That was because 1129 was not human. However, if there was one thing that was certain, it was that 1129 was also a being who had committed the contradiction of cutting off only one of his wings.

1129, sitting on the edge of the bed, was holding a cigarette as always. As if handling backlogged work, he muttered with a dry gaze, flipping through the papers that had poured down one by one while Jiwoon was brushing his teeth.

“I wish I were dead… no, I wish I weren’t dead. Actually, I wish he’d just lose his mouth so he can’t talk. It’d be nice if he just shut his mouth, but he’s so fucking rude and sensitive it’s annoying, but I like his face. So I wish he were dead.”

Reading Jiwoon’s complaints, 1129 had a dumbfounded expression.

“I don’t know if this means he wants me to die, or what.”

“…”

“The way he looks at me is annoying too… Every time he opens his mouth, it’s just fucking bullshit. A guy like that shouldn’t be an angel. Oh, I kind of agree with this one. The rest is just utter crap that I can’t make sense of at all.”

Tsk, 1129 clicked his tongue and casually tossed the papers in his hand, and they instantly vanished. Then, 1129’s lower body, which had been hidden by the paper, was fully revealed. There was Jiwoon, with a flushed expression, painfully sucking on 1129’s penis.

“You say my fucking face, then you say you like my face, what a fucking mess. If this face feels fucking horrible, that’s a problem with your sense of aesthetics. Everything about me came from your head.”

1129 swept up Jiwoon’s hair, then suddenly grabbed a fistful and pulled him sharply toward him. At that, the head of his penis, which had been prodding near his throat, dug deeper inside. Jiwoon’s body trembled at the feeling of his breath catching, and he glared at 1129 with moist eyes. But 1129 paid him no mind and continued speaking.

“What’s funny is that in the midst of this, there are no complaints about the cock you’re sucking. In the end, you’re saying you’d die because it’s such a waste, aren’t you, hmm?”

Jiwoon, his throat blocked, couldn’t give any answer. 1129 looked down at such a Jiwoon and blew the cigarette smoke he was holding in his mouth with a whoosh. As always, the smoke had no scent.

“Jiwoon.”

“…”

“If it’s just a dick left all by itself, that’s just a dildo. Those dildos in your drawer right now, you see, they can’t clean up the trash you create every day like I do. Furthermore, they can’t solve a single one of your trash-like thoughts. For example…”

“…”

“Your wish, like this, to want to swallow a cock all the way to the back of your throat.”

When he swept back the curtain-like bangs, Jiwoon’s flushed face, fully revealed, wasn’t bad at all. No, to be honest, it was on the pretty good side. So, when he told him to take off his pants and have a go at Hanbyeol, it wasn’t just something he said because Jiwoon was annoying.

If you had to classify it, it was a pretty face. If he had just cut these damn bangs sooner, his work would have been reduced by half. In fact, 1129 had tried to cut Jiwoon’s bangs several times. He had tried to secretly cut them with scissors while he was sleeping, and at one point, he was even planning to stage an accident and burn half his hair off.

But these attempts failed every time. He was so quick to notice that even if he approached silently and just took out the scissors, his eyes would snap open. It was so frightening that 1129 felt as if his heart had dropped, even though he didn’t have one.

Seeing ghosts was a daily occurrence, and he had never been scared of it even once. Due to the nature of his existence, seeing devils was also frequent, so there was nothing that would make him jump out of his skin just because something appeared in the middle of the night. But when he saw the eyes hidden beneath the hair flash open, a chill went down his spine.

It was absolutely not because 1129 was afraid of the being called Jiwoon. To put it bluntly, since Jiwoon wasn’t a normal guy, it felt like he would die in an instant just for the reason of his bangs being cut. If you had to classify this, was it fear? 1129 couldn’t tell.

To be afraid of someone dying was a very unfamiliar emotion for 1129, but after meeting Jiwoon, he had such thoughts quite often. It wasn’t because his death had any meaning to him. What did it matter whether Myeong Jiwoon lived or died? If there was a problem, it was that he couldn’t imagine the punishment that would befall him after Jiwoon died.

“Anyway, humans are strange. Who was the first to think of sucking dick with a mouth made for talking and eating?”

Episode 8

“The thought of wanting to fuck it since it’s a hole is a hole, I can sort of understand that, but I just can’t comprehend a last wish of wanting to suck a dick.”

Saliva trickled down between Jiwoon’s lips, which were holding the penis as if gagged. It was yet another thing to be dumbfounded by, seeing him look like a starving beast. Instead of thinking any longer, 1129 released his grip on his bangs and stroked his head. Then, without any warning, he pressed down hard on the back of his head.

“Ugh, uh…”

For a moment, Jiwoon’s vision went dizzy. It was because, even though his nostrils were wide open, he absolutely could not breathe. Was it due to a lack of oxygen? His vision seemed to blur white. He instinctively struggled, putting a great deal of force into his hands placed on 1129’s thighs to try and push him away, but it was not enough to pull out the penis that was lodged in his throat like a wedge.

1129 slightly bent his upper body while pressing down on the back of Jiwoon’s head. Then, in a low, whispering voice, he asked him, who couldn’t even answer.

“How far in do you think it went?”

“…”

“You’d know better, but it was designed considering only the lower hole, not the upper one, so it’s not an easy size to suck and lick, is it? You have a lower half just the same, how can you have such a poor imagination? No, is your imagination fucking huge?”

Vulgar words poured out of 1129’s mouth one after another. But his voice, unlike the words he spat out, was considerably gentle and even sweet. Jiwoon trembled at 1129’s words and repeatedly squeezed his eyes shut and opened them.

His throat twitched with a gag reflex, desperate to push out the cock shaft that felt like a foreign object lodged in it. Every time that happened, his whole body felt like it was burning up as if he had a laceration. In the midst of the unbearable pain, he couldn’t keep his senses as his lower body throbbed and grew heavy.

“I have to cum in your mouth and on your face, so the amount is a bit much. Try to swallow it well without spilling. I told you earlier, what happens to what’s left over.”

“…”

“It’s not real semen anyway, so…”

With those words, 1129 released his grip while still pressing down on the back of Jiwoon’s head. Soon after, a cloudy white fluid began to pour out from his penis with gushes. But Jiwoon, as if he hadn’t heard 1129’s warning at all, hurriedly lifted his head, and the fluid he couldn’t swallow all of trickled and flowed out of Jiwoon’s small lips.

Finally, when he spat out the penis that had completely blocked his throat, the fluid ejaculated from the tip of the stiff, spring-like glans thoroughly soaked Jiwoon’s eyebrows, eyes, and the bridge of his nose. Jiwoon, his mouth and face drenched in a mess just as he had wanted, gasped for ragged breaths.

As he bowed his head and coughed out, what he hadn’t swallowed mixed with saliva and dripped onto the floor, and Jiwoon huddled and trembled, unable to even open his eyes properly. Kneeling with his legs tightly together, Jiwoon’s fully swollen penis twitched inside his pants, thoroughly enraged.

1129 looked down simultaneously at Jiwoon, who was trembling alone between pain and pleasure, and at his own cock, glistening wet with saliva and the cloudy white fluid. His face, for someone who had just ejaculated, looked excessively impassive. For 1129, both the erection and ejaculation were merely results created by Jiwoon’s desire.

“You spilled it all on the floor. Who’s going to clean all this up?”

Tsk, at the sound of him clicking his tongue, Jiwoon lifted his face, a mess of tears and the cloudy white fluid, and looked up at 1129. What he saw then was 1129’s expressionless face and his penis, still boasting a ferocious size, standing right in front of his nose. At the same time, Jiwoon finally noticed the sweet taste left in his mouth that was so strong it made his tongue sting, and he furrowed his brows.

“I found that condensed milk has the most similar texture.”

“…”

“As for the taste… I don’t really want to… replicate it.”