Chapter 7

Gyuhan stood in the entryway brushing his teeth with his personal toothbrush kept at Jio’s place. He was clad in a change of clothes borrowed from Jio, whose build was nearly identical to his own. About to head out to take down the accumulated recycling of bottles, cans, and plastic containers, Jio paused and asked, “Planning on sleeping over?”

“Yep.”

“Says who?”

“Can’t I?”

“No. Get lost.”

“I had a drink.”

“Call a designated driver. Or call Gyuwon. You said he drives pretty well these days.”

“Don’t be petty. I’m just gonna crash here.”

“Ah, shit.” Jio swatted away the flecks of toothpaste flying in his direction.

Gyuhan dashed to the bathroom, spat out the foam, gargled with terrifying speed and thunderous volume, and emerged wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to resume pestering him.

“Hey. It’s been forever since I came over, don’t just kick me out. We finally got to eat together face-to-face, wash up, and hang out—I’m in a great mood. Huh?”

“…”

“Jio-ya. Seriously, we work at the same company, but why did I miss you so damn much? It’s been fucking brutal for me lately. I was genuinely heartbroken. I won’t ask you for an explanation, so just let me stay the night. If I leave like this, I’m scared shitless you’ll turn into a prick all over again.”

Slipping into Jio’s indoor slippers, Gyuhan promptly stuck to his side and brazenly snatched one of the recycling bags from his grasp. While their shoe sizes were comparable, Jio’s feet were a single size larger. Jio looked down at the slippers where Gyuhan’s toes jutted out slightly at the front with extra space trailing behind the heel, then readjusted his grip on the remaining bag.

“Fine.”

“Sweet!”

At the finally granted permission, Gyuhan chuckled happily.

Before turning the door handle, Jio glanced back at Gyuhan with a subtle grin.

“Since you’re not leaving, we might as well make the most of it.”

Can’t let Cha Gyuhan have all the fun. Jio had full intentions of getting his own share of satisfaction tonight.

The following morning, Gyuhan woke with a choked cough.

They had drunk an ungodly amount. Gong Jio was a terrifyingly heavy drinker. What made it even worse was that even with barely any food on the table, liquor flowed down his throat like water poured into a bottomless pit. Jio was effortlessly good at every single habit detrimental to human health. And as if his constitution had been engineered for it, living like that caused him zero physiological issues.

Gyuhan, by contrast, couldn’t match even half of Jio’s drinking capacity. Who on earth could go toe-to-toe with Jio over drinks? As far as he knew, Go Woonha was the only person who might stand a chance. In any case, it certainly wasn’t him.

“Aaargh.”

Gyuhan groaned in agony and rolled onto his side.

His head throbbed, his mouth was bone-dry, and his stomach felt like it was turning inside out. Yet he seemed to have brushed his teeth before passing out. Gyuhan had terrible homing instincts when drunk, but possessed the peculiar habit of always washing up before bed no matter how blacked out he was. He vaguely recalled Jio bitching at him, asking what he’d do if he slipped and cracked his skull in the bathroom. When was that? When he was twenty?

“I’m gonna die. Urp.“

Twenty or whatever, all timelines in his brain were hopelessly tangled.

“Let’s drink like men and settle it.”

Falling for Jio’s bait was the real mistake.

‘Like men.’ That phrase was the master key tailored specifically for Cha Gyuhan. Gyuhan had chugged down whatever Jio poured. Even though he had stuck to pure, unmixed soju, Jio had been downing soju mixed with cider in atrocious ratios without batting an eyelash—living proof of what a complete lunatic he was.

Gyuhan let out a string of monstrous, guttural groans—krrr, aagh, urgh—until a sudden flash of deja vu made his eyes snap wide open. His body had detected an anomaly a beat—no, four beats—slower than his conscious mind.

“My pants…”

The inside of his pants was damp.

Gyuhan went pale as a sheet. Drained of color, he tried to vault out of bed… and failed. Barely catching himself on the mattress to avoid crashing to the floor, he panted heavily until the spinning room gradually stabilized, then slowly reached toward his waistband.

Gulp.

The dreadful thought that he might be confronting the single most humiliating disaster of his life made him swallow hard. Tension made his fingers tremble.

And that shaking hand seized the elastic band and pulled it back.

“Ah… fuck, thank God.”

Gyuhan let out a breath of profound relief.

And in the very next second, his eyes snapped wide open once more.

Thank God? What the fuck is ‘thank God’ about this? You just had a wet dream. At your age, at your friend’s house! Just because it’s not number one, you think you’re off the hook? You crazy bastard.

When pushed into extreme crises, human beings unlock superhuman potential. Gyuhan bolted into the guest bathroom. Ripping off his sweatpants and boxers to check, it was unmistakably semen.

“Are you out of your mind? Sexually frustrated, Cha Gyuhan?”

Asking himself the question, the realization hit him.

Come to think of it, it had been ages since he had relieved his sexual urges through anything other than masturbation. Ever since Go Woonha, he hadn’t managed to find a cock that was clean, decent, and didn’t make him want to heave when seen stripped bare.

“You bastard… I always knew your virility was off the charts, but you couldn’t even keep this under control?”

Gyuhan smacked himself upside the head. For a man in his mid-thirties, it might have sounded like a cute, harmless gesture, but in reality, it was anything but. The sheer force behind it was formidable. Instead of a playful thwack, a heavy, resounding thud echoed in the bathroom. Smacking himself a few more times, Gyuhan muttered under his breath, “I considered the possibility that I might be a stamina king, but I didn’t know it was this bad. Can’t even pick the right time and place? You undisciplined brat.”

Muttering to himself, Gyuhan let out a deep sigh and hand-washed his boxers in the sink. Before discovering the brilliant, miraculous solution of ‘I just have to be the one getting penetrated’, this sort of accident had occurred on very rare occasions. But it remained an undeniable fact that this hadn’t happened in a very long time.

“No, what in the world did I even dream about?”

Judging by the volume, it was hard to believe it came from a single release. That meant he must have had an incredible dream, but because his brain was completely wrecked by the hangover, he couldn’t remember a single detail.

“Ah, shit, this is so unfair.”

Gyuhan seemed to have forgotten not just the contents of his dream, but his embarrassment as well.

After washing his underwear, he looked for a drying rack. Fortunately, he found one in the laundry room. Feeling a bit self-conscious leaving his solitary pair of boxers hanging alone on an empty rack, Gyuhan decided to run a load of laundry while he was at it. Just as he loaded the towels and started the machine, he heard movement by the front door.

“You’re awake.”

It was Gong Jio.

“Yeah. Went for a run?”

“Yeah. Getting a bit warm out.”

If Jio felt it was a bit warm, to Gyuhan it would feel like a wave of heat.

Jio set the bags in his hands onto the dining table and walked toward the laundry room. As he walked, he pulled off his T-shirt and removed his sweatband. His hair, pushed back by the band, fell loose and messy across his forehead. Unpacking the hangover soup Jio had bought, Gyuhan couldn’t help admiring him. Bastard still looks handsome even looking like that.

Opening the laundry room door, Jio paused in his tracks.

“Which one’s yours?” Gyuhan called out. Accidental consumption of Jio’s soup—which was bound to be loaded with lethal amounts of chili—was something he strictly wished to avoid.

“…The one with the plastic cutter taped to it.”

Unaware of why Jio had paused, Gyuhan set the table. Jio said nothing further, bundling his sweaty clothes to toss into the wash once the cycle finished, and stepped back out.

“I’ll shower quickly.”

“Yeah.”

How did he manage to buy the exact soup tailored to Gyuhan’s taste? Besides, judging by the atmosphere, Jio’s anger had completely evaporated. Gyuhan paid no mind to his churning stomach or throbbing temples. Our relationship is back to normal, so what does a little hangover matter? A hangover is conquered with raw fighting spirit. If that failed, he could hit the gym later, sweat it all out, and blast through a heavy sauna session. Chugging water like a hippo to replenish his desiccated body, Gyuhan grinned from ear to ear.

A moment later, Jio emerged.

He was half-naked, just like the night before. Gyuhan wondered if Jio had always been a naturist, but figured since Jio had mentioned it was getting warm, it made sense. Even so, as a friend, he felt compelled to offer advice.

“Hot soup splashes on bare skin, it’s gonna burn like hell.”

“…”

Perhaps because he had a younger brother with a significant age gap, Gyuhan couldn’t resist looking out for people when he saw things like this. Even if it came across as nagging, it couldn’t be helped. Jio was inherently high-maintenance and genuinely needed practical advice, so Gyuhan hoped he would take it to heart.

Jio stared at Gyuhan’s earnest, deadpan expression with lifeless eyes, then pushed himself up from his chair. Disappearing into his room for a moment, he returned wearing the exact same outfit as Gyuhan—a plain charcoal crewneck sweatshirt and grey sweatpants.

Gyuhan looked at Jio with proud approval—until his gaze dropped between Jio’s half-seated legs, catching the prominent outline stretching from groin to thigh, and he blurted out in shock.

“Holy shit, what is that?! You’ve got… shit, that’s a phone, right?!”

“What?”

Following the direction of Gyuhan’s pointing finger down to his own crotch, Jio let out a quiet scoff. There was an unmistakable air of effortless confidence in that smirk. Gyuhan, who prided himself on never being outmatched anywhere—holding a swaggering confidence that intimidated other men in public urinals—suddenly felt a pang of deflation. Believing that since his own cock was large, he too needed to experience a well-endowed partner, Gyuhan had made a habit of visiting restrooms wherever he went to run advance checks. Holding these mental evaluation sessions while cycling through a messy mix of disgust, smug pride that no one measured up to him, and disappointment, this was, without a shadow of a doubt, the biggest thing he had ever laid eyes on.

“That’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen!”

“What?”

The exact same response, but the tone was entirely different from a moment ago.

Though Jio’s face remained blank as usual, Gyuhan failed to notice the subtle furrow of his brow and the dark, chilling drop in his voice. After all, he was marveling at a man’s primal, critical vital point—how could subtle expressions even register?

“Holy shit, wow, wow, seriously…” Gyuhan shook his head in pure awe, muttering exclamations under his breath. Even as he picked up his spoon and stirred chili paste into the soup broth, he couldn’t stop. The aftershock lingered long.

Resting his elbow on the armrest of his chair with fingers interlaced, Jio observed Gyuhan like a man who had completely forgotten what hunger felt like. No, it was as if his physical appetite had ceased to exist entirely. Slumped sideways as if about to slide right off the chair, Jio asked in a pressed, low voice. Slow, detached—or rather, calculated to appear that way, “How many have you seen?”

“A ton. I’ve even been mistaken for a pervert.”

“…I thought you said yesterday you hadn’t slept around that much.”

“What?! Hey, shit. Not like that. In public restrooms, you see everything. And I go to saunas all the time.”

Jio narrowed his eyes. He remembered. Gyuhan was obsessed with saunas. Initially, it seemed he had started going to copy his role-model hyung-nims, but now he was a pure, unadulterated sauna enthusiast. And he was a guy who genuinely believed stripping naked together was the fastest shortcut to becoming close friends.

That was why. Back in Incheon when they dealt with Cha Gyuhan’s ex, even when he saw Gyuhan mistaking his junk for a phone just like a moment ago, he hadn’t misunderstood. If Gyuhan was familiar with another man’s anatomy, saunas were the most probable explanation. But that misconception had been shattered so violently that now, even the word ‘sauna’ sounded like a transparent excuse…

Ultimately, consumed by suspicion, Jio couldn’t resist testing the waters. Why do humans always end up committing the very acts they know will bring them misery?

“You’ve got a strong stomach. What’s the point of looking at them? Why, if one looks good, you gonna lay him down?”

“No, I mean… when you see it in bed, it shouldn’t make you want to puke, right? I thought I’d get used to it over time, but nope. Turns out I’m pretty strict when it comes to dudes. If it’s even slightly ugly, it makes me nauseous. Jio-ya. The more it’s a guy, the prettier he has to be, you know? Anyway, the wrapping matters. No, the wrapping is everything.”

No emotional bond needed; let’s just coordinate our physical compatibility for a win-win exchange between my life motto and your sex drive. That was the fundamental premise of Cha Gyuhan’s bedroom affairs. Because of that, he had ironically developed even more cold, clinical evaluation standards.

Jio slowly curled his lips upward. “Then if you look at mine, it’ll make you puke too?”

“Would it?” Gyuhan muttered. Even while ducking his head and shoveling food at high speed, not a slurping sound escaped his mouth. “It’s been so long since I saw it, so I wouldn’t know. Come to think of it, was it this huge back then too? I don’t really remember. Why is that?”

“We went to the sauna together once back then.”

“Right. But why don’t I remember? Did you hide it? Anyway, aren’t you gonna eat? The rice is getting soggy, hurry up and eat.”

Nagging that sprouts would start growing from the rice at this rate, Gyuhan opened Jio’s soup container. Without twitching a single finger, Jio merely gazed at Gyuhan’s face leaning toward him. For a fleeting instant, his lifeless eyes gleamed.

“Then do you want to see?”

“Huh?”

“Aren’t you curious? To hear the appraisal of Master Cha, the Cock Connoisseur.”

“What? Connoi-who?”

“Cock Doctor. Finish eating and take a look at mine too.”

“Are you serious?”

Picking up his spoon, Jio lowered his head and scooped up a mouthful. Then, glancing up from beneath his brow with a grin. “Why. Can’t do it? When you look at every random bastard’s?”

There was nothing Cha Gyuhan couldn’t do. He had planned on hitting the sauna today anyway, so he could have easily said, ‘Sure, let’s go for the first time in a while!’ Yet Gyuhan couldn’t brush it off so easily—something felt off, deeply ominous.

Is it because he’s built like an animal? His instincts are annoyingly sharp. Detecting this hesitation immediately, Jio drove the wedge in. Just as Gyuhan knew him well, he knew Gyuhan just as intimately.

“We’re childhood friends, Gyuhan-ah. This is the kind of thing friends check for each other.”

Charlie Chaplin once said that life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.

Not Cha Gyuhan, though. This bastard was a comedy the closer you looked. And so, from now on, Jio intended to watch him from up close. Far closer than ever before—at point-blank range.

“Hey, hey. Let’s at least brush our teeth first.”

“Why bother. It’s not like we’re going in there to suck it. You gonna suck me off?”

“What?”

Because Jio tossed out the words with utter nonchalance, Gyuhan couldn’t even raise hell or formulate a retort, standing there dumbfounded.

Jio took Gyuhan by the wrist and guided him into the bathroom. Jio’s apartment was excessively spacious for a single man. Because it was an older apartment complex, the bathroom was especially cavernous, and Jio had completely remodeled it into a sleek, minimalist space that screamed Gong Jio. To be honest, Gyuhan didn’t care for it much because it lacked any sense of human warmth. Shouldn’t there be an Italian scrub towel hanging around and a plastic water scoop by the tub?

“I told you to buy a water scoop.”

Gyuhan remarked, but Jio didn’t even pretend to listen. Instead, he reached out and firmly turned Gyuhan’s head away from looking around.

“Stop getting distracted. Did you come here to inspect the bathroom?”

Right. No. Came to see something else.

“Do we really have to do this? What difference does it make if I give it a high score?” Gyuhan asked again with a reluctant, dubious look.

“You said you’ve seen plenty. You’re practically an expert. Men naturally like pinning medals on their dicks.”

“I-is that so?”

I’ve never felt that way…

Gazing steadily into Gyuhan’s unconvinced eyes, Jio nodded. The slow, deliberate nod looked so full of conviction that Gyuhan wondered if that really was the norm.

“Back in high school, guys used to show each other and check who was bigger. Don’t you remember?”

“Ah. I think maybe we did.”

As a graduate of an all-boys high school, a cacophony of boisterous voices echoed in Gyuhan’s memory. Even if the faces were a blur, he could faintly hear guys bellowing, “Look at the size on this bastard!” or “Holy shit, dude, you need surgery.”

Whenever Gyuhan averted his gaze, Jio pressed his cheeks firmly, forcing Gyuhan to look at him. Looking into those pale, translucent eyes made Gyuhan feel strangely dazed. On top of that, Jio’s whispering tone, separate from the deep baritone that didn’t match his face, seemed to cast a hypnotic spell over him. No, precisely because it was so low and resonant, it was ideal for hypnosis. It felt like standing inside an echoey cavern.

“You didn’t do that back then.”

“Uh-huh…”

“You said you’d only show it to the person you’re going to marry. Remember?”

“I… think I remember.”

Far from just ‘thinking’ he remembered, the memory came rushing back with vivid clarity.

Gyuhan’s face burned bright red. He was mortified. A grown man failing to keep a vow sworn by his own mouth! Instead of showing it only to his future spouse, he had ended up exposing it to several men. Even if to him it carried roughly the same weight as a guy glancing over at an adjacent urinal in a public restroom, since it had taken place in bed, he felt an overwhelming surge of guilt toward his future wife.

“Back then, I thought you were a real man.”

The voice that pulled Gyuhan from the depths of self-reproach was Jio’s.

“Huh? R-really?” Gyuhan asked back.

This was the first time Jio had ever praised him so directly. With his usual expressionless, mechanical face, Jio nodded. In stark contrast to those cold facial muscles, the soft, pale color of his eyes held an opposing warmth; Gyuhan shivered, alternating between feeling hot with pride and swell with satisfaction.

“So I want to be validated too. By a real man like you. What are we? We’re childhood friends.”

Hearing such vulgar terms roll off Jio’s lips was impossible to get used to. It felt as if his brain was automatically overlaying bleep sounds.

Yet Gyuhan understood what Jio was trying to say.

So you want to be recognized as a real man by me too, is that it.

Had he known Jio’s true intentions, understanding my ass—he would have realized he was being played for a complete fool and bolted from the bathroom. But if he possessed that kind of tact, he wouldn’t be Cha Gyuhan.

“All right.”

Gyuhan gave a solemn, resolute nod of agreement. Since Jio used to be called pretty all the time when they were young, he must want a certificate of authenticity from a real man, a true manly man, the ultimate hyung-nim. It’s understandable. A profound sense of duty swirled through his veins like gathering war clouds.

“As your hyung, I’ll take a look and confirm it for you. Just how pretty yours is.”

“If it’s small or ugly, promise to be honest with me. We’ve even been to the police station together,” Jio whispered with languidly hooded eyes, like a cellmate talking to his partner in crime.

Floating on cloud nine after being lavishly praised by Jio—who was notoriously stingy with compliments—Gyuhan still sensed no danger whatsoever.

Watching Gyuhan—whose instincts only functioned when danger was life-threatening—shining with a sacred sense of duty and unable to tear his eyes away from his waistband, Jio lightly licked his lips. His downcast eyes, feigning nervousness, glistened with a damp, predatory sheen. Like the eyes of a serpent.

“Ah, I’m nervous.”

Mouth moving to utter words he didn’t mean in the slightest, Jio slowly pulled down his sweatpants.

Hearing that, Gyuhan suddenly grew tense as well. All at once, he became hyper-aware of the very air in the room. Trapped in an awkward yet unmissable situation, Gyuhan truly could not back out now. Hoping for this exact state and having orchestrated the entire scene, Jio pushed his waistband down, exposing his cock.

Gyuhan’s eyes widened as the waistline dropped lower, and lower, and lower than he thought was humanly reasonable. By the time Jio’s member was fully exposed, Gyuhan’s eyes were stretched so wide they couldn’t open any further.

His mouth fell open.

Looking down at the crown of Gyuhan’s head bent low in rapt concentration, Jio licked his lips once more. Then he turned his head toward the mirror. Catching sight of Gyuhan’s expression—a state of sheer confusion that transcended shock, incapable of even processing what he was seeing—Jio furrowed his brow and smirked. A sharp canine peeked out from behind his lip. Ah, I just want to grab him by the hair and shove it down his throat right now. Jio bared his teeth, fighting down the surging impulse.

“Whoa, this is…”

Gyuhan finally managed to speak. Straightening his posture, he cleared his throat with a dry cough. His voice was rough and hoarse.

“Um. Truly.”

What was he supposed to say? In the first place, he had never graded anything like this or earned a certification—did observing a few cocks really qualify him for such a daunting responsibility?

“You can speak freely,” Jio said. “Or do you want to look again?”

“No, I mean, looking at it multiple times won’t change…”

Yet contrary to his words, Gyuhan’s gaze drifted right back down to Jio’s member. Sneaking glance after glance, he found it impossible to tear his eyes away. Even while thinking he had seen plenty, he was so genuinely awestruck by what was unquestionably the most magnificent specimen he had ever encountered that his eyes remained glued to it. The length, the heavy, palpable weight felt just by looking at it, the clean, flawless texture of the skin, the line dropping with pristine symmetry without a single unsightly bump, and the thick glans curving into a sleek, stunning contour… This was the Lamborghini of cocks, the Ferrari, the Macan, the Maserati… In short, every man’s ultimate ideal.

Yet was it just his imagination? Was he staring so hard that his vision was turning into a Magic Eye optical illusion? Jio’s cock seemed to be growing bigger and bigger. Was it really a Magic Eye trick? Thinking that, when he looked closer, the angle was steadily rising.

“Uh, wait?”

Gyuhan locked his eyes onto it.

No, it looks heavy as hell, but it stands up that effortlessly? The erector spinae on this cock is insane! Holy shit, look at the thick, corded veins standing stiff along the shaft. What is that, cock forearms?

Gyuhan, who had every muscle group committed to memory with absolute precision, admired it with the highest praise in his vocabulary. Until a moment ago, he had been swallowing dry saliva without realizing it, but now he felt purely in awe.

Of course, that reverent awe was short-lived.

Staring intently at Jio’s member rising to full erection, Gyuhan snapped back to reality and barked, “Hey! Why the hell is this getting hard?!”

“Ah. It’s a bit cold in here,” Jio answered nonchalantly.

Gyuhan fumed, huffing through his nose. “You asshole, that’s why I told you to install heated floors when remodeling!”

“I installed a heater.”

“Where’s the remote!”

“Behind me, I think.”

Even while saying so, Jio showed no intention of moving an inch. In the end, Gyuhan reached past him toward the wall-mounted remote behind his back.

Jio smoothly slid his foot against Gyuhan’s, then bumped Gyuhan’s knee with his own, knocking him off balance.

“Ugh!”

With his weight already leaning forward, Gyuhan tumbled straight into Jio’s chest. Jio wrapped one arm around Gyuhan’s waist, and with his other hand, pretended to steady him while firmly gripping his buttock. Thanks to the massive size of Jio’s hand, his thumb hooked cleanly against the waistband of Gyuhan’s pants.

“Careful.”

Chiding him first after tripping him himself, Jio left Gyuhan unable to grasp what had happened, simply assuming he had clumsily lost his own balance.

The problem, however, lay elsewhere.

Gyuhan froze solid… at the sensation of a thick, heavy outline pressing and poking against his lower abdomen. There was no way he didn’t recognize what it was. Right now, Gong Jio’s hard cock was pressing directly into him.

Flustered, Gyuhan remained frozen stiff with his arms still extended forward.

“Let me put my pants back on. That’d be faster,” Jio grumbled as if annoyed.

Gyuhan reflexively mumbled, “Okay, sure,” but his mind was completely bleached white.

It was the very first time another man’s genitals—aside from those of carefully vetted sex-exchange partners—had pressed against his belly. Sure, during athletic sparring, groins had brushed against his body, but those had all been flaccid, and none of them had ever been this massive.

Cha Gyuhan could not regain his balance. It felt as though his motor controls had glitched, scrambled by some sudden bug that left him utterly bewildered about how to command his own limbs.

“You’re being a pain in the ass,” Jio snapped coldly, sounding genuinely burdened.

The mortification was entirely Gyuhan’s to bear. Had he turned his head to glance in the mirror and seen the predatory expression currently plastered across Jio’s face, every shred of shame would have evaporated in an instant. Unfortunately, he lacked the presence of mind to look.

Under the guise of helping, Jio brought his hands to Gyuhan’s flank. The moment his thumb pressed firmly into the sensitive hollow beneath Gyuhan’s armpit, a sharp, electric jolt of ticklish sensation shot through Gyuhan’s entire body.

“Gah!”

Letting out a strange sound that was impossible to classify as a laugh, a groan, or a shriek, Gyuhan reflexively locked his knees straight. At that exact instant, Jio shoved him upright. Then, the hands that had been gripping Gyuhan’s waist and hips caught the elastic waistband, tugging the sweatpants down in what appeared to be an entirely accidental, clumsy slip.

The reason the ploy looked utterly effortless was that Jio had only tugged the waistband with the lightest touch, calibrating his strength with pinpoint precision because he already knew Gyuhan was completely commando. When Jio had seen the underwear hanging in the laundry room earlier that morning, he had been forced to bite his lip so hard that he hadn’t been able to react right away.

I might be the one who made them unwearable in the first place, but I never expected him to sit down for breakfast with me in such a defenseless state, where everything is on display the second his pants drop.

How close had Jio come to losing his mind during breakfast, fighting the impulse to reach his bare foot beneath the table, flip aside the single layer of fabric barely concealing Gyuhan’s cock, and dig his thumb into his perineum? The thrill had been intoxicating, and the fury just as fierce. The sheer fact that Gyuhan was so thoroughly oblivious—so completely unbothered by his presence—was enough to make Jio’s head spin with rage.

Fortunately, the odds were high that Jio had already parted ways with his sanity long ago. Going crazy when you were already out of your mind was practically normal, and ordinary people didn’t do what he had done to a male friend. They didn’t strip the pants off a drunken friend, make him ejaculate twice, and then slip his briefs right back onto him.

“Cha Gyuhan.”

With a mechanical, expressionless face and a voice cold as ice, Jio called out to Gyuhan, who stood completely paralyzed while staring down at his exposed waist.

Then he asked, “Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?”

Knowing full well why Gyuhan’s crotch was bare.

Why else? Because while you were asleep, I rubbed our dicks together and made you shoot your load three times. Twice in your underwear, and once right down my throat.

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