DOGC Ch 0

Twelve o’clock at night.

When the time came for moonlight to cast itself upon the window frame, there was a room from which a thin moan would flow.

Yeonho brought a cigarette to his lips and looked up at the ceiling, which had yellowed with the passage of time. From beyond the wall between the floors, he could hear the sound of someone exchanging words. Did they know that even secretly whispered conversations could easily leak out at such a late hour of the night?

As he filled his throat with the acrid smoke, the voices clung tightly to his consciousness. An echo that scattered into a pale haze the moment he tried to grasp it. Yeonho flicked the burnt end of the cigarette into the ashtray and pursued the afterimage left by the sound.

— Husband.

The three syllables used to call his father flew coldly and rang in his ear canal.

Was he fiercely scratching that broad back, or was he on top in a posture that looked as if he were dancing? Or perhaps he was on all fours like a dog, with his face buried in the sheets.

Baek Seorim.

The man in his father’s arms resembled a flower that had bloomed in pure white. For someone with such an innocent face, he made truly obscene sounds. The moans he let out through parted lips, stained the color of pomegranate, were so very lascivious that they would stir a restless impulse even in a mere observer.

Yeonho, with the cigarette he had taken a few drags from still in his mouth, stood up from his seat.

Not even a single ant crossed the gloomy corridor, built in the style of an old Western-style house. He closed the door to his room and walked up the wooden staircase adorned with flamboyant decorations.

The closer he got to that room, the more clearly he could hear the fine voice. Yeonho took a deep drag from the filter, then crushed the half-burnt cigarette butt out with his foot.

He could see an orange light streaming through the crack of the ajar door. Since they left the door so carelessly open, the cigarette smoke might have drifted in. Perhaps that was how they noticed someone else was around. But his father wouldn’t care.

— Eup, hyah, I don’t like it when you suck my tongue too hard.

He was saying something ridiculous. Despite the fact that he went crazy when you sucked on his tongue and licked the roof of his mouth.

Yeonho, recalling the sensation of having held Seorim’s soft lips, bent his back slightly.

The scene visible through the crack in the door was not much different from what he had expected. A man, trapped in his father’s arms and lying with his head turned toward the window, came into view. He had pushed the white dress shirt he always wore down to his shoulders, revealing his slender body in stark detail.

He lets out exaggeratedly short breaths and playfully presses their lips together, only to pull back as if retreating, repeating the motion. From this entire display of coquettish behavior, Yeonho read that he was, in fact, not pleased with his father’s kisses.

— Aah.

Suddenly, his father abruptly buried his face in the man’s slender nape. Baek Seorim burst into a series of small laughs, as if he could not endure the ticklishness. Yeonho felt a sensation of his stomach churning with excitement and rage at the same time. His two eyes, gleaming with a sharp light, did not miss a single moment of the concubine and his father pressing against each other.

Should he just barge in right now, shove his father aside, and insert his own body there instead?

If he did that, what kind of expression would Baek Seorim make? If his fair cheeks flushed reddish and his eyes rolled back, it would surely become an incomparably sweet amusement.

— Husband, it hurts…….

He makes a small whining sound, as if his father had bitten his neck. And in the next instant, without any warning, he abruptly turned his head toward the ajar door.

It was inevitable that their eyes met in that moment.

‘I think it’s all worn out. It feels like chewing on a rag.’

‘Is it edible? The rag.’

‘That, eut, I don’t know.’

Why did the lewd talk they shared while frantically exploring each other’s lips suddenly flash through his mind? A petulant tone of voice that his father would never know, that only he knew. Yeonho did not even try to hide or avoid his gaze.

Baek Seorim’s jet-black pupils quivered. He was looking this way. Seeing his delicately shaped lips slightly parted, it was unbearable not to want to shove the head of his cock inside.

His small, moist mouth, his pinkish, risen nipples, his prominent shoulder blades, and even the tender flesh of his quivering insides. His lower body stirred with the fantasy of planting his seed in every part of him.

— Ah.

The moment, as if they were the only two in the world, passed by in a flash. Baek Seorim wrapped his arms around another man’s shoulders and staggered like a person submerged in a surging wave. However, he too did not take his gaze off of Yeonho.

— Husband.

He knew that the ‘Husband’ called out by the short-breathed voice was not him. But the one he was making eye contact with was not his father, but him. That alone created the illusion that they were sharing breaths, and a fierce lust washed over him.

Through the crack in the door, their gazes entangled in the empty air, pulling the excitement that rose with his anger to its peak. Seeing Yeonho chewing on his own lip until blood pooled there, Seorim made a strange expression.

Lifting the corners of his mouth, which looked as if they had been rendered with a brush, he was displaying a small smile.

There was no way he had seen it wrong. He was certain because he had been savoring every detail, down to the trembling of a single downy hair. As Yeonho’s eyes became tinged with a gluttonous hunger, like a beast before its prey, Seorim moved his lips almost imperceptibly to form one more word.

— Perv.

“Ha, fuck.”

Yeonho muttered a laugh-laced curse, low enough for only himself to hear. His tightly clenched molars ground together, making an audible grating sound. Having been met with a lovely provocation, he felt the urge to give a corresponding reply.

His hand, veins standing out, gripped the steel doorknob and, just like that, flung the door wide open.

His dark field of vision cleared up in an instant. The gloomy dampness of their lovemaking clung to his cheek. Amid the musty smell, Baek Seorim was looking at him. His eyes were wide as saucers, in a way that couldn’t even compare to before.

Yes, that was the face. His penis became so erect it felt like it would burst from his seething lust.

“You, you, you crazy son of a bitch, what are you doing right now…….”

His father, who had been rutting with Baek Seorim like an old beast, bellowed with great anger. Perhaps due to the shock, the pillar between his thighs had wilted and hung limply. Yeonho walked past the old man, whose face was beet red, and sat down on the sofa next to the bed.

His gaze returned to Seorim. He was frozen in surprise, his naked body exposed just as it was. Despite having been the one to put on a cute act first, his glossy lower lip trembled when their eyes met. Yeonho, not taking his eyes off him, answered.

“Please continue what you were doing. It’s a nice view.”

You crazy bastard. Baek Seorim’s trembling black pupils seemed to be saying just that.