Chapter 27

Cha Gyuhan’s ex-fuckbuddy had once summarized having sex with him in a single review. “Hyung‘s hole is delicious, but having sex with you is no fun at all.”

Gyuhan had felt neither wounded pride nor offense at those words. The remark about his hole being delicious hadn’t sounded like a compliment either. That wasn’t just because the speaker’s tone had been as nonchalant as a judge at a cooking competition. After all, it had only been a trial run, and By coincidence, it had doubled as a form of workout. An investment for something that would happen down the road, and he felt refreshed afterward. That was about the extent of it.

They were called “sex partners,” but Gyuhan hadn’t met with him often, nor had they done it much. Doing so would only blur the core objective. Even as he ejaculated from having sex with a man, Gyuhan maintained a cynical detachment. It was naturally a far cry from romance. Frankly, Gyuhan didn’t even refer to it as sex. He simply didn’t perceive it that way.

So Gyuhan had turned around toward him, planted both fists on his hips, stood with his legs slightly apart like a drill sergeant, and barked back with strict, diaphragmatic projection, “Of course it is! What, did you want to m-make love with me or something? This is practice, a situation! Don’t go trying to find true love and pleasure in something like this. You’re going to get married later too, aren’t you! Ah, no. Forget it. Don’t. Don’t you dare get married. Don’t meet anyone, and just pass away peacefully in your sleep before you even get old.”

Before Gyuhan had even finished barking “Of course it is!”, Go Woonha—who had already lost interest, lying on his stomach playing a game on his phone—had answered, “Right. Got it. But hyung, you know it’s a simulation, not a situation, right?”

The reason he had picked Go Woonha was nothing grand. It was simple; Go Woonha was exceedingly convenient for Cha Gyuhan. The punk was utterly indifferent to everything. Though he wore a perpetual smile, it was merely a wall masquerading as gentleness. He had no desire to be friends with Gyuhan, nor did he care about him in the least. While everyone else expected Gyuhan to be a top, Woonha had said he didn’t care either way; and when Gyuhan warned him against doing any foreplay or caresses, he had simply asked with breezy cheerfulness, “So I just shove it in, then?”

It was that very response that had led Gyuhan to choose Go Woonha.

It certainly wasn’t out of personal preference. Why would he even factor in preference in the first place? This was nothing more than learning—a drill that came with the secondary benefit of boosting his physical condition.

When his first situ… no, simulation partner had suddenly tried to suck on his chest, Gyuhan had chopped him across the skull with the edge of his hand. Goosebumps had erupted all over him. A man’s nipples were bizarre anatomical features whose reason for existing remained a mystery. It felt as though they were stuck there just because a man’s chest would look too blank without them. Deriving pleasure from something as useless as an appendix was utterly uncool.

After nearly landing in a police station for beating the crap out of his first situ… simulation partner, Gyuhan had laid down ground rules.

Keep it simple, like punching a time card. He needed to learn, after all. But no greasy, disgusting licking. Just get straight to the main event, finish clean, and wrap it up.

Gyuhan had spread his legs and roared boldly toward Go Woonha. “Alright, come at me!”

In any case, he wasn’t turned on by men, and Gyuhan figured that spreading his legs once and bearing it was just paying tuition. So he would wait fearlessly, letting out a sharp martial-arts yell (Hap!) with eyes squeezed shut—only to open them and find that the guys who had negotiated all the conditions beforehand and chuckled that it sounded fun had often vanished into thin air. Gyuhan would then click his tongue in annoyance and spend ages searching for another practical-training partner.

In that sense, Go Woonha was a perfect fit. Without a single complaint, he had even offered various technical pointers. And while doing so, he had delivered that very critique. Good hole, bad sex. Thanks to Go Woonha, Gyuhan had at least learned theoretically that kissing didn’t mean just plunging your tongue into the other person’s mouth and swirling it around like a washing machine, so he was more than willing to stomach that level of harsh feedback.

Since neither expected anything from the other, it had been a decent business arrangement. That is, until Go Woonha asked if, instead of being hit, Gyuhan could beat him up or strangle him during sex.

Gyuhan had been appalled. Throwing punches in the very bed where a sacred act takes place? This bastard isn’t normal either. Besides, he felt he had learned just about everything he needed to. This is plenty. Right around the time Gyuhan had thought that, his arrangement with Go Woonha fizzled out naturally without needing any discussion—only for the guy to resurface as his younger brother’s lover.

And now, Cha Gyuhan was lying butt-naked on the bed of the friend with whom he had (or so he thought) shared the cup of brotherhood.

How was he supposed to process this situation? There had been no prior coordination with Gong Jio. Furthermore, Gyuhan had just decided he had learned all there was to learn. He had zero need for sex with another person ever again.

Or so he had thought. No, before he could even entertain such thoughts…

Holy fucking shit!

Gyuhan cursed violently in his head.

Did I heal too well?! Why the hell is this… this…?!

Craning his neck in a flurry of panic, Gyuhan looked down at his own cock and plummeted straight into despair.

Ever since seeing Gong Jio’s tears moments ago, a sudden, tingling tightness had seized his lower abdomen, and his cock had begun to fill with rigid strength.

His legs were splayed wide, pinned so firmly beneath Jio’s weight that he couldn’t even snap them shut. And Jio, too, was staring straight at Gyuhan’s erection.

Jio gazed blankly at the vigorously erect cock before tilting his wrist and angling his palm. The thick puddle of gel pooling across his hand slowly slid free, cascading straight down onto Gyuhan’s member.

“Excited at the thought of getting fucked for the first time in a while, Gyuhan-ah?”

“Huk!“

Gong Jio dropping his surname and calling him by his given name with such tender sweetness was downright terrifying. That mournful, tearful expression that had struck Gyuhan like an undeniable, electrifying thunderbolt—fiercely provoking his protective instincts—had in fact been the look of a man whose eyes had rolled back, completely unhinged.

Yet Gyuhan was focusing so intensely on his own dick that he failed to notice Jio’s true expression.

“You said we were friends. You said you were sorry. But the moment you’re pinned under me, are you already full of anticipation?”

The murmured voice was so utterly composed it brought to mind Gong Jio standing in a courtroom.

Except the content, of course, was vastly different.

“N-No, it’s not that! No, holy fuck, why is my dick acting like this? Jio-ya. Don’t get the wrong idea. This is… this is just, like, a reproductive reflex, alright?”

“A reproductive reflex? How convenient. Because that’s exactly what I want to do.”

“No, I’m losing my goddamn mind! I told you not to misunderstand. It’s just like getting morning wood or something, you hear me?”

“I want to misunderstand, though.”

“Ah, why?!”

“Did you already forget what I said? I told you I’m going to fuck you.”

Jio’s hand swept over the lube running down the shaft of Gyuhan’s cock, soaking his pubic hair and testicles.

Gyuhan’s eyes shot wide at the cold touch stroking his cock. One of the ironclad conditions of the lessons he had conducted thus far had always been simple. Don’t touch my junk. That belongs to my future wife. It’s already spoken for, so don’t even lay a finger on it. Consequently, thanks to that strict rule, Gyuhan had unintentionally—and without realizing it—reached a certain state of conditioning… But set that aside; the immediate issue was that the dick no other person had ever touched was now being handled repeatedly by Gong Jio’s hands today.

“H-Hey, hey! Hands off! Hey, you punk! That’s completely disrespectful to your future sister-in-law!”

“Where is this sister-in-law? Where the hell is she? When are you ever going to bring her home? Are you going to introduce her only when my dick gets rubbed raw and falls off from jerking off to you?”

“W-Why the hell are you jerking off to me?! You should conserve yours too…”

“I didn’t conserve it. If I had, I wouldn’t even be standing here looking this sane in front of you.”

Though he was hardly in a sane state of mind, Jio lied nonchalantly to tilt the odds in his favor.

Still, about half of it was genuine truth. If Gong Jio had practiced something like celibacy, Gyuhan would have been rammed raw right now without any foreplay, lube, or warning. After all the agony it took to finally get inside, Jio wouldn’t have pulled out out of sheer, bitter grievance. He would have pushed until he saw Gyuhan’s lower belly swell up with his cum.

Flashing a sinister smirk, Jio stroked Gyuhan’s slick cock with the lube. He watched Gyuhan’s eyes flash wide, utterly helpless.

“U-Uh, huk, stop, stop it, Jio-ya… This isn’t… ngh, right. How are you… pant, ever going to look your future sister-in-law and nephew in the eye…”

Gyuhan was losing his mind from the pleasure rushing through his cock as another person stroked it. His lips and tongue loosened helplessly. Jio looked at him with a sneering smile. Sister-in-law, nephews—what a load of rambling nonsense.

“You still think you’re getting any of that?” Jio asked, tilting his head down toward Gyuhan’s face. The strands of Jio’s hair spilling forward were a darker brown than his irises, but still noticeably lighter compared to Gyuhan’s dark hair.

Gyuhan wore a dazed, foolish expression, his lips parted slackly as he let out wet, gulping moans. He looked desperate to say something, but his brain refused to cooperate.

“You really conserved this place, didn’t you?” Jio murmured slowly, locking his gaze on Gyuhan’s to keep him from closing his eyes. “Why are you acting so fragile, like you’ve never been touched in your life? Cha Gyuhan. Starting today, let’s get you real well-acquainted with my hand. If it’s my hand, I’ll happily acknowledge it as your wife.”

“Y-You crazy bastard! How can you, huk, say something like… hyuuut…!”

“Why? Isn’t that great? That way, I won’t have to act like some fucking scumbag trying to seduce my friend’s lover, and some innocent person won’t have their life ruined by getting tangled up with you or me. What was it? A foxy wife, you said? I’ll be that for you. What’s left, then? Rabbit-like kids?”

“Huk, ah, wait, ah! Ah, you crazy… fucking… shit…!”

Gyuhan couldn’t hear a damn thing. The hand stroking his cock grew increasingly rough. Tightly squeezing his eyes shut, Gyuhan repeatedly jerked his chin upward as if convulsing, then clamped his teeth shut and dragged it back down. His body trembled violently while his fingers clawed into the duvet. His long legs, taut with feverish tension, stretched straight out.

“I haven’t figured out a way for that part yet. But for today, you be the rabbit, Gyuhan-ah. You’re going to shoot like a rabbit.”

His tone was as nonchalant as ever, his voice completely flat. This was undeniably Gong Jio, yet everything else about him was entirely unrecognizable.

Even Jio himself couldn’t remember who he was anymore. The fake roleplay he had painstakingly maintained for so long, the elaborate plans he had continuously updated over the past few days to navigate rapidly shifting circumstances and steer the steering wheel of Gyuhan’s life toward himself—all of it had been obliterated in one clean blow. Blown away by Gyuhan’s single word—friends.

That damn friend. That fucking friendship. The role he had been forced to perform without deviation for an agonizingly long time.

At first, he had only intended to scare him a little and intimidate him into submission. He thought that would be enough. But on the way back to the room, Jio had completely lost his mind, his patience had snapped, his rationality had turned to utter garbage, and he had blown right past the boundaries of mere acting.

Because from the very beginning, it hadn’t been an act. It hadn’t been a lie either. What started as pretending had turned into reality. Jio was at his absolute limit, and he was sick and tired of Cha Gyuhan. But the one he was most sick and tired of was himself.

“Keep doing this, and you won’t ever see me as a friend again.”

The words Jio muttered scattered weightlessly into the air.

Gyuhan stared at Jio with a gaze laced with resentment, unaware he was doing so. He didn’t even know what he was actually resenting. Perhaps it was simply frustration over why Jio wasn’t thrusting him harder toward his climax.

Whatever that look actually meant, Jio’s eyebrows arched as a shiver ran through him. Goosebumps prickled his entire body, electric and sharp. Zzzzt? Gong Jio was the only person who had never laughed at Gyuhan’s 21st-century-incompatible fairy-tale romance fatalism. That wasn’t because he was indifferent or unconcerned. It was because he already knew intimately what it felt like.

Even now, looking at Cha Gyuhan struck him with lightning bolts like this; he must be living in the heart of a typhoon. Peace had never existed for him. All along, only Gyuhan had remained utterly clueless in the eye of the storm, blissfully, irresponsibly happy. And now, that very Cha Gyuhan was looking at him with eyes full of resentment.

You even know what resentment is?

Curling his lips into a crooked smile, Jio gripped Gyuhan’s cock firmly, pulled it upward, and relentlessly rubbed the tip. Gyuhan panted raggedly, glaring at Jio. Looking at his expression alone, one would think he was a split second away from grabbing Jio by the collar and throwing a punch. The lightning struck Jio once more.

“You… fucking bastard,” Gyuhan muttered a curse in a low, ragged rasp. Unlike before, there was no strength left in his voice. He had conceded his defeat.

Jio’s lips trembled faintly before parting slightly. He felt Gyuhan’s cum violently striking and soaking his palm, wearing an expression as though he himself had reached climax.

Moving his mouth, Jio let out a soft sound and spat the saliva pooled in his mouth onto his palm. “It’s thick. You really haven’t come in a long time.”

Speaking like a doctor delivering a diagnosis, he smeared Gyuhan’s cum, mixed with his own saliva, over his own cock. Gyuhan looked on in sheer horror at the lewd spectacle of Jio using it as lube to stroke himself. Yet even seeing Gyuhan’s unreservedly shocked face, Jio did not stop.

Gyuhan let out a low groan. That earlier remark—“I couldn’t get it up just like you”—had been an outrageous lie from the start. In Jio’s cock, there was barely any hesitation or modesty. No, perhaps there hadn’t been any at all. Caught in such overwhelming fluster, Gyuhan found himself unable to tear his eyes away.

“Haa. That’s good. Keep looking at me like that.”

“A-Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Yeah. Seems like it. Huu.“

Under Gyuhan’s gaze, Jio lowered his eyelids. His usual robotic countenance melted into an indolent languor, creating an uncanny atmosphere Gyuhan had never seen before. Gyuhan swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Jio’s face, his cock, and the large, vein-ridged hand wrapped around it. His lower abdomen began tightening all over again. Noting that Gyuhan’s abdominal muscles had grown more defined, Jio aimed the tip of his cock and rubbed it across them.

“Ack!“

When Gyuhan flinched at the wet sensation, Jio chuckled under his breath while continuing to grind the tip against him.

“Haa… So good… It feels like you were born just to have my dick rubbed against you.”

His birth and the meaning of his existence had become appallingly vulgar. Having unilaterally rewritten Gyuhan’s origin story, Jio continued spouting unhinged nonsense.

“Why did you grow up so well, Gyuhan-ah? If you’d stopped growing partway through… huu, I might have… out of consideration for you, hngh, eaten you with care, but ah… you grew up so damn sturdy. This means I can beat the living shit out of you and it’ll still be fine.”

It was getting hard to tell whether he was talking about sex or sparring.

Swallowing hard over and over, Gyuhan merely clutched fistfuls of the blanket as Jio’s cock traced around his navel. With Jio engrossed in jerking off in front of his friend, Gyuhan probably could have made a break for it right now, yet the thought didn’t even cross his mind.

And finally, Jio reached his climax right before his eyes. His expression was actually plainer than when he had made Gyuhan come moments ago. Yet Gyuhan noticed that the rims of his eyes and his neck had flushed a deep red.

“…”

Unaware that Gyuhan was staring at him as if struck dumb, Jio gazed down blankly at his own palm. Clenching his fist and rubbing the mess together, he looked up at Gyuhan with dilated pupils.

“Gyuhan-ah.”

Hearing Gong Jio drop his surname and call his given name had become so ominous that Gyuhan dreaded what horrifying statement would follow next. As Gyuhan shrank his shoulders and eyed him with maximum vigilance, Jio smirked and spoke, “Should we share this? Instead of that eternal blood oath you love so much, an eternal… fuck, what can I call it to make it sound pretty?”

“…Knowing what the hell it actually is, how could anyone pretty it up? Did you get shot in the head or something?”

“Gun ownership is illegal in Korea, so I doubt that.”

“Are you high on drugs?”

“If you mean illicit substances, no. I wouldn’t do that. I’m an attorney. Can’t have a criminal record.”

Jio spoke like a kindergartener reciting ‘Stop at red lights,’ leaning his face right into Gyuhan’s. As Jio bent at the waist and closed in, an intensely primal, erotic scent wafted from him. This bastard doesn’t even smell dirty when he sweats; he just smells bizarrely sensual. The moment Gyuhan realized that, a wet splat smeared something entirely unwelcome across his cheek.

“Hey, you…!”

You crazy son of a bitch, this filthy shit!

…was what he tried to roar. But the moment his lips parted, Jio’s fingers shoved inside as if he had been waiting for that exact opening. The lunatic shoved in not just one finger, but four all at once without a shred of consideration. It felt like the corners of his mouth would tear open. This isn’t even sexy; wouldn’t I just look like a glutton? Gyuhan gagged and sputtered in utter disbelief. Unable to articulate words, he could only produce muffled, shrieking noises, which Jio listened to with relish as if it were sweet music, thoroughly coating his fingers with Gyuhan’s saliva.

“I’m gonna puke, fuck!”

The instant the fingers slipped out, Gyuhan gagged violently and twisted his head away. He tried to roll over and scramble toward the bathroom, but thinking Jio had let him go was pure delusion. Above all else, his wrists were not unbound. He remained firmly tied up.

“Ack!“

“I told you your shoulders are gonna pop out.”

Clicking his tongue, Jio grabbed Gyuhan by the undersides of his knees and hoisted them up. Groaning in pain, Gyuhan caught on. This bastard deliberately left me to snap out of it. He definitely did this on purpose so my shoulders would hurt like hell and remind me of my situation.

“You left me like that on purpose, didn’t you.”

Gyuhan never kept things bottled up inside. When he asked right away to verify, Jio countered with equal candor. “Yeah. How are you so quick on the uptake for once? Is it because you’re right on the verge of being fucked?”

“Fucked, my ass, you son of a bitch! Who’s getting fucked?! I’m really not letting you off this time. Brothers or whatever, this is the end of our friendship!”

“Sure. Let’s break it. But let’s break your ass first.”

Responding nonchalantly, Jio shoved three fingers straight into Gyuhan’s bottom.

As Gyuhan stiffened rigid without even being able to let out a proper shriek—only an “Uh-uk”—Jio mapped out a mental diagram, deftly probing just as he had practiced in the air, searching for the spot that would make Gyuhan feel pleasure. And then, he drove straight upward into it.

“Let me check something, Gyuhan-ah,” Jio muttered, his voice sinking into an eerie, shadowy hush unlike moments ago.

“Uh-huk, ngh, uh, ah! Ah! Ah!”

Gyuhan couldn’t hear a thing. Even if he could, he was in no condition to respond. Instead of circuitous stalling or teasing foreplay, Jio instantly sent Gyuhan’s brain sizzling to a boil. Gyuhan got hard without even realizing he had an erection. His stomach clamped tight, and his nipples snapped erect. Seeing that, Jio gave a cold smirk and asked, “You said you never used your dick. So you didn’t even touch it? Since you weren’t doing it for your own pleasure when you did it with other guys with dicks, were you just lying there stiff as a log with your legs spread?”

It was spot on. It was as though Jio had conducted an investigation into Gyuhan’s bedroom habits, hitting the bullseye with terrifying precision. That was simply how intimately he knew Cha Gyuhan.

“Then wouldn’t you come from behind alone…? Wondering if you’d already been fully trained down there, I’ve been thinking about it every day, every day, every single day, Gyuhan-ah. Every. Single. Day.”

Jio murmured with unhinged eyes. It sounded almost like a sinister nursery rhyme. Gyuhan squeezed his eyes shut and twisted his wrists. Unlike before, right at this moment, Gyuhan desperately wanted to touch his own cock. More precisely, he wanted to reach climax by stroking his cock. Why? Because Gong Jio was his friend? Because if he came from his friend’s fingers shoving inside him from behind, things would become completely irreversible? Why? When he had already confessed to jerking off while thinking of him, what made this any different?

Inside Gyuhan’s head was pure, unadulterated chaos. A mind that had never been cluttered because there was nothing in it to begin with was now becoming the messiest, dirtiest cesspool of his entire life.

Meanwhile, veins bulged along the back of Jio’s hand, the muscles of his forearm pulled taut, and a light sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead. With every thud, thud of his fingers thrusting upward, Gyuhan’s legs shot into the air all on their own without anyone’s help.

Presently, Gyuhan clamped his fists around the curtain cord binding his wrists.

“Ugh, oo-wah…!”

A guttural, snarling groan erupted as his entire body froze rigid. Pulling his legs tight against his chest, he curled inward and began shooting thick rope after rope of cum. Even though it was his second ejaculation, the cum was still dense and copious. A section of the bed frame connected to the cord binding Gyuhan’s wrists buckled forward under the strain.

“H-Huk, hngh, uh.”

Gyuhan shivered violently from the intense climax. Because the frame had bent obligingly, the knot slid downward. Even though his hands could finally touch the mattress and the tension in his shoulders eased, Gyuhan didn’t move a single inch.

I thought… I thought I was gonna die.

Panting heavily with his mouth wet with drool, he was completely drained.

His legs, too, lay limp before him. In terms of how wide they were spread, it looked similar to his usual “Alright, come at me!” posture, but the atmosphere radiating from him was entirely different.

Exhaling a short puff of hot air (huu), Jio nudged Gyuhan’s leg and hoisted it onto his own thigh. Just that contact sent a twitch through Gyuhan’s thigh. Like a frog hit by an electric shock, Jio thought dispassionately without a shred of pity, and took hold of his own cock. Thinking about frogs right before the sex he had waited and waited for was, in its own way, Jio’s form of restraint. Had he not, Gyuhan’s bottom would have torn open already.

“Gyuhan-ah.”

Gyuhan flinched reflexively. Jio’s tender call had now become synonymous with the opening sequence of a horror movie.

“You had a health checkup recently, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“Right… Seeing as you haven’t mentioned anything, you must be healthy.”

The mundane conversation was bizarrely mismatched with the situation. Even in this state, Gyuhan faithfully nodded his head. Seeing that, Jio smiled brightly. It was a smile Gyuhan had never seen before. Paired with the lingering cuts, swelling, bloodstains, and bloodshot eyes on his face, it was genuinely horrific.

“That’s a relief. Because I’m pretty pissed off. It would be a problem if you weren’t in peak physical condition.”

So, what?

Without giving him a second to ask, Jio slammed straight into Gyuhan. Quite literally, slammed. Rather than insertion, it was like a traffic collision following a bout of road rage.