Vol 6 Bonus track 4

F*ck.

Philip looked down at Peter’s d*ck, which was pressed between his and his palm. Peter crouched as if he sensed his gaze. At the same time, the flesh that had been tightly squeezed lost some of its strength.

F*ck, even this looks cute now.

Philip kissed Peter again. At the same time, he started moving his hands. Peter’s excitement was transmitted through their interlocked lips. His palm was quickly soaked with c*um that belonged to someone else. The sound of lips kissing, the sound of genitals rubbing against the palm, the sound of breathing mixed with moans.

The dizzying excitement made his vision blurry. Philip spread Peter’s lips wide and quickly moved his hand. Peter was the first to c*m. The s*men covered his palm. Peter burst into tears. Philip muffled Peter’s cries with his lips and stroked his palm like crazy. It felt like he was r*ping Peter’s genitals with his palm and genitals.

Not long after, Philip also ejaculated. A huge amount of s*men poured out in a rush, incomparable to Peter’s. Philip opened his eyes slightly and thrust a few more times, enjoying the sensation of ejaculation. The mixed s*men dripped down between his fingers.

It was a mess. The pants and underwear that he hadn’t been able to take off were completely crumpled, and the sheets were stained almost everywhere. Philip was quite surprised that I=he was so excited that he couldn’t even control this childish behavior. It was not Peter, but himself who acted like a child who had never had s*x. But this

“Ugh…ugh…”

Philip slowly looked down at Peter, who was crying quietly below him.

A flat chest and a skinny body. A young-looking face full of freckles, and most of all, a man with a thing like him hanging between his legs. There was nothing that suited his taste. But he couldn’t look away at all.

He saw Peter’s genitals covered in s*men. It was the s*men he had ejaculated. Philip swallowed at the violent desire for conquest that he had never felt before.

That was when the s*men flowed down Peter’s perineum. Peter flinched at the strange sensation of his lower body getting wet. The s*men flowed into his gaping hole.

F*ck…·…

Philip lowered his body again, placing his hardened genitals against the hole. Even Peter, who was ignorant of s*x, could tell what he meant. Peter’s large eyes shook.

“You don’t like it?”

HE asked him that even though he knew that Peter would never reject him. It was cowardly and mean. But now was not the time to hide such things.

Dammit, he begged him to do his geometry homework in exchange for a kiss, so this is nothing.

Philip kissed Peter’s tear-filled eyes and asked him repeatedly, “You don’t like it?”

“… I…”

Just as Peter blinked his big eyes, trying to respond, a loud noise began to come from the entrance.

“Uh, it sounds like someone’s here.”  

“It’s probably just a dog barking outside. Ignore it,” Philip whispered, kissing near Peter’s eyebrow. But the sound of knocking on the front door only grew louder. Peter glanced nervously at the door.  

“Dammit,” Philip muttered with irritation, standing up. Peter looked up at him with a worried expression.

“I’ll just go check it out. Stay here.”  

“Let me come with you…”  

“Don’t worry. If they ring the bell, the security company will be here within five minutes.” Philip reassured Peter with a smile, quickly throwing on some clothes scattered on the floor before heading downstairs.

Bang, bang, bang.  

Someone was pounding on the door like they’d gone mad. Philip didn’t even check through the peephole before opening it.

The hand of the person knocking froze mid-air in surprise. It was Peter’s younger brother, Aaron.

“What’s going on?” Philip asked, leaning casually against the door.

“Where’s Peter?”  

“Peter?”  

“My brother!”  

“Why would you look for him here?” Philip scoffed, and Aaron snapped back.  

“Mom said he came here to work on a project. She confirmed the address and name multiple times.”

The smile vanished from Philip’s face. He hadn’t liked this kid from the start. He wasn’t even Peter’s real brother; what did he think he was?  

“Oh, right. Peter,” Philip said, as though only just remembering.  

“Yes, he’s here.”  

“Bring him out now.”  

“Why should I?” Philip replied with a blank expression, making Aaron grab him by the collar. Philip stifled a laugh.

“Whatever game you’re playing, just bring Peter—ugh!” Philip twisted Aaron’s arm and pinned him against the wall.

“Let go! You bastard!”

There was a gun his father had bought, somewhere in the study. If he shot him thinking he was an intruder, he could argue self-defense. Although, since third-degree manslaughter had a minimum sentence, maybe just shooting a leg or an arm would be better. Oh, and he’d need to get rid of the CCTV footage by the entrance.

“Where’s my brother! Bring him out now!” This annoying brat. Philip grabbed Aaron’s head, ready to slam it against the wall.

“Aaron!”

A voice from upstairs made Philip glance up unconsciously. Taking advantage of the distraction, Aaron lunged at him and punched him. It had caught him off guard; otherwise, there was no way he’d let some kid land a hit.

Blood dripped from his nose, staining his shirt. Without a change in expression, Philip wiped the blood with his palm, then, without hesitation, grabbed a vase from the shelf and smashed it.

With one hand, he gripped Aaron’s neck and pushed him against the wall, holding up a shard from the broken vase.

“Stop!”

If Peter hadn’t stepped in between them, that shard would’ve lodged right into Aaron’s eye. Aaron froze as the shard stopped inches from his face. Peter’s expression also turned pale.

“…”

Peter looked up at Philip with wide, frightened eyes.

“I told you to stay upstairs.” Philip’s voice was calm, far from what you’d expect from someone who’d nearly driven a shard into someone’s eye.

“I heard sounds of fighting…”

As the sounds grew louder, Peter couldn’t stay still in the room any longer. And then he saw the unbelievable scene before him.

“Hyung…”

Aaron grabbed Peter’s shoulder. Peter finally turned his gaze to his brother, whose face was bloodied around his mouth and eyes, making Peter turn even paler.

“Aaron, why are you even…”  

“That’s what I want to ask. Hyung, what are you doing here? Why are you with someone like him…?”

Philip let out a short laugh. His mouth itched to blurt out the truth, to say that his brother had been completely undressed and rubbing himself with him just moments ago.

“… We were doing a project.” Peter lowered his eyes as he answered.

“Don’t say such nonsense. Why would you be here doing a project with someone like him? What the hell…”  

“Why.”

Philip lifted his chin and asked. Blood from his nose trickled down his chin. A normal person would have been embarrassed or tried to hide it, but Philip exposed his own flaws without a care.  

‘This part here is broken,’ he had said, tapping his temple with a laugh. 

Peter recalled that moment and finally understood what Philip meant when he said he didn’t feel emotions the way others did.  

“Why can’t your brother do a project with me? Do you have any reason why not?”  

“Of course I…” Aaron glared at Philip, unable to finish his sentence.  

In school, they taught that all people are equal and valuable, yet it was also in school that one first learned that wasn’t always true. Philip was different. He wasn’t a part of the ordinary world. There was no reason for Philip to break the rules and be with Peter. Especially right after Peter had experienced something unpleasant at Philip’s birthday party.  

But Aaron couldn’t say that in front of his brother.  

“…Let’s go, hyung.”  

Instead of finishing his sentence, Aaron grabbed Peter’s wrist. A glimmer flashed in Philip’s eyes as he took hold of Peter’s other wrist.  

“We haven’t solved a single problem yet. Let’s go back up and finish it.” Philip smiled, bleeding as he suggested they go back to work on the project, his face disturbingly calm.  

“Let go of him, you crazy bastard! Let go right now!” Aaron shouted angrily. Peter interrupted him.  

“Don’t be rude.”  

“But, hyung…”  

“Aaron. Apologize.”  

Looking reluctant, Aaron finally muttered, “Sorry,” and bowed his head.  

“Haha.” Philip chuckled briefly.  

Ah, he really should’ve shot his shin with that gun.  

“I’m sorry… about my brother,” Peter said in a shaky voice. Blood dripped onto Peter’s hand, and he quickly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, pressing it to Philip’s nose.  

“Are you alright? You’re bleeding again…”  

The handkerchief was soon stained with blood. Peter’s fingers trembled slightly as he held it.  

“Don’t you need to go to a hospital?”  

Philip looked down at Peter. His dark eyes focused on him intensely, making Peter feel frozen in place under the suffocating gaze.  

“Now you’re asking.”  

“…”  

“I’m fine.”  

Philip smiled, wiping the blood with the handkerchief. His hand closed around Peter’s fingers holding the cloth, warmth lingering. Philip tightened his grip.  

“Hyung, let’s go now.”  

Philip tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting to Aaron standing behind Peter. Peter’s eyes fell on the shard of the broken vase in Philip’s hand. His graceful fingers slowly traced the sharp edges of the ceramic piece. Peter remembered the moment Philip had struck Fred with a stone ornament, blood splattering on his blank face… If he had been just a bit slower, Philip would have surely…  

“Hyung.”  

Aaron tugged on Peter’s sleeve from behind, snapping him out of his thoughts. His own selfishness had nearly led to an irreversible accident.  

“…I’m sorry.”  

Philip couldn’t miss the meaning behind those words. Without a word, he stepped aside from the doorway.  

“Goodbye.”  

In response to Philip’s short farewell, Peter nodded faintly and replied, “I’ll contact you later.” The door closed behind him. The air outside had grown chilly and dim.