Knowing Brother-Chapter 20

Seol-woo took his earphones back out.

“......hyung.”

Won Dae-young raised his indifferent eyes and looked at the rearview mirror.

“Don’t you feel nauseous? Isn’t it me?”

He answered with a bland laugh.

“No. Unless you wear a T-shirt and twerk in front of me.”

His joke didn’t make her laugh. Choi Seol-woo spoke with a sinking feeling. His voice was dark and husky, just like his sinking heart.

“I might have sniffed my sweaty gym clothes like a pervert stalker. I might have comforted myself while thinking of you. Didn’t you vomit?”

Won Dae-young turned his dark face away and asked indifferently.

“You did?”

“What?”

“Did you think of me and squirt?”

“Ha, that’s not true. That’s what it means.”

He lied safely. Won Dae-young looked ahead again and spoke.

“So, why are you feeling nauseous? Let me ask you another question. If you were thinking of fucking me, fucking me, and penetrating me, would you have been able to stay by my side for so long without letting it show?”

If you were, I would have given my body to you since I was wearing my school uniform. I hope you still are. frёeωebɳovel.com

I want you to be desperate to put your hard-on in me. I want your breathing to become ragged and your veins to bulge out because of the crazy excitement. I want you to penetrate my body until it hurts.

But the world is not as easy as the self-help books say, and I will stop desperately wanting you now.

So Choi Seol-woo lies. Hoping that the lies that pile up one by one will turn out to be true.

“...It’s annoying just hearing you say that.”

“So. Why do you feel nauseous when it’s not like that, me?”

Won Dae-young’s jawline was sharp as he smiled. Is there anyone else who looks so good in a black hoodie and baseball cap? Taking her eyes off his chin in the rearview mirror, Choi Seol-woo vowed.

I will definitely cut ties with him. Now that Won Dae-young’s breeding season has begun.

They soon arrived at the villa alley. The car stopped in front of a utility pole littered with garbage bags and recyclables.

Choi Seol-woo folded the plan and put it in her briefcase, opened the back door, and spoke with one leg out.

“There’s one thing you missed. It’s inevitable that your body will react regardless of your mind.”

He thought that it would be better to reveal a little of his true feelings in order to arouse even a little more dislike.

Won Dae-young looked back as if he didn’t understand what she was saying. Seol-woo spoke her last words while looking outside.

“You’re wrong when you say I’ve never felt desire for you.”

So that he could feel nausea. So that they could cut ties a little earlier.

When she finished speaking, her heart raced as if it were a lie. But it was a necessary strategy. I didn’t see Won Dae-young’s expression. I closed the car door and turned around the trunk to head towards the villa entrance.

The few steps were so hard that my knees were shaking. To make matters worse, I heard the car door opening behind me.

Choi Seol-woo felt a sharp sting. A warning signal struck the back of my head.

Choi Seol-woo hurried along without looking back. He walked as fast as he could and opened the first floor entrance door. Seol-woo’s house was on the third floor. If he went up a few steps at a time, he wouldn’t be caught. He would catch up with him for a bit. It was when he stepped onto the stairs feeling like he was being chased by a thief.

With a squeak, the old glass door opened and closed. When the wind blew behind him, his elbow was grabbed tightly.

“Really?”

Won Dae-young opened the door and came in, turning Choi Seol-woo around. His heart pounded like a child who had been caught by a thief.

Won Dae-young took a step closer and pressed his body against hers. Choi Seol-woo instinctively took two steps back. His back touched the wall. His scent poured right into his nose in the empty space where the sensor lights hadn’t been on for long.

“Right now.”

His heartbeat rang in his ears. It felt like it was going to stop. His eyes, shining dimly under his thick eyebrows, looked down at Choi Seol-woo quietly. With a weak, dim gaze, more suffocating than anything else.

His tanned cheeks were close enough to touch. Choi Seol-woo took a step back even though she knew that her back was to the wall. The heels of her shoes clacked against the wall.

It was the complete opposite of what Yoon Sang-moo had been waiting for. Invading, playing with, pushing, and not giving her a chance to breathe. That was this kid’s way.

He shook her a couple of times to shake her off, but her arms didn’t move at all. Where his eyes avoided hers, there was a thick neck and shoulders. As she held her breath and turned her gaze to the mailbox across from her, Won Dae-young let go of her hand.

The moment she tried to push him away, her chest was grabbed tightly. He held Choi Seol-woo’s waist with one hand and let out another low voice.

“Do you like it?”

The voice that dug into her ear paralyzed her thoughts.

“Or, do you like this?”

Her body temperature slowly touched her lower back. The gaze that looked down at her was so hot that it was hard to accept. Her breath moving back and forth in the darkness was clear. Even though they had been friends for a long time, they had never faced each other so close.

Won Dae-young did not say anything else. After saying a few words, she stared at Choi Seol-woo.

Choi Seol-woo became convinced that this was the reason he was her natural enemy.

If Won Dae-young pressed his lips against hers, it would open, and if he pushed his hot tongue in, it would swallow her. If Won Dae-young’s hand went inside her shirt, she wouldn’t be able to push him away.

Even if his hand invaded her pants. Even if he threw Choi Seol-woo on the bed of a nearby old lodging house. Even if he looked down at Choi Seol-woo with all his clothes off, grabbed his head and led him to her crotch. Even if he made absurd demands to suck it if she liked it. Even if he told her to untie it as much as she could because it was annoying to insert it into a man, or to close her legs so that her genitals wouldn’t be visible. She didn’t think she could win.

Even though Choi Seol-woo would never do something like spending the night blinded by momentary sexual desire, something that had turned Mrs. Choi’s life upside down, it was like that. Won Dae-young broke down even her long-held thoughts and came at her. What she felt in front of him, who easily trampled on her reason, was a sad sense of helplessness.

Choi Seol-woo’s eyes suddenly became wet because of that sense of helplessness. Even if she gathered all her strength, it was hard to perfectly maintain a calm expression.

“No, what I’m thinking right now.”

After exhaling a breath that felt like it was going to burst, he spat out an answer with as much disgust as he could.

“I think you know why I like Director Yoon.”

He glared at Won Dae-young with all his might. He managed to lie without a hitch, but he couldn’t hide his pupils that were shaking and wet for a moment.

“.......”

Won Dae-young clearly didn’t miss that moment. Won Dae-young seemed to have read something in Choi Seol-woo’s eyes.

But it didn’t end there.

He must have looked confused in front of Choi Seol-woo’s gaze, which he had probably seen for the first time. Won Dae-young’s breathing stopped for a moment as he was lost in thought.

He took a deep breath and stepped back. The sight of a star with his face on a large billboard standing in front of a rusty scrap metal mailbox was unnatural. Won Dae-young, still fixated on Seol-woo, said.

“Go in.”

Choi Seol-woo, who had already turned away, quickly climbed the stairs. The glass door on the first floor entrance didn’t open until I pressed the front door code and closed the door.

“Ah.”

I was absentmindedly walking around and hit my head on the door. Won Dae-young sat on the bed, roughly messing up his hair. Even after he finished showering after returning home, Choi Seol-woo’s eyes didn’t leave his head.

The wet eyes that Won Dae-young had seen a little while ago were full of resentment.

The reason he had pushed Choi Seol-woo was to confirm the truth. He wanted to know if it was true that he had felt desire. If not, he wanted to know what his intention was.

But what came back was an unexpected resentment.

If he resented me in that context, why on earth?

Just before falling asleep, he had an absurd dream. Choi Seol-woo was lying face down on the bed next to him, his naked body wrapped in a blanket. His big, black eyes, like night lakes, were shy. It was like he had just had sex with Yoon Ji-hwan.

On ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Choi Seol-woo's shoulders and back, there are faint red rash scars from her lifelong drug use, and Yoon Ji-hwan, who is presumed to be the speaker in the dream, leaves a sticky kiss there.

Desire.

... What kind of sexual desire did Choi Seol-woo feel for Won Dae-young? And what did he feel from Yoon Sang-moo? Was he excited by his gentle meticulousness?

From Yoon Sang-moo's perspective, Won Dae-young reached out to Choi Seol-woo. He touched his slightly wet eyes and his flushed cheeks, grabbed the guy's hair, and guided him down to his waist. Choi Seol-woo entered the blanket, guided by Yoon Ji-hwan's hand.

He held his dick with a cold and sharp face, took out his tongue, and licked it. Yoon Ji-hwan, the narrator, couldn't take his eyes off Choi Seol-woo's actions. That bastard's penis was erect. Choi Seol-woo, who has a face of no motivation, sucks it as best he can. He sucks hard enough to make his cheeks sag, and his eyebrows furrow painfully. The sloshing sound soaks the blanket.

Yoon Ji-hwan, who can't hold back his excitement, covers him again. The sex begins again. Yoon Ji-hwan's fingers enter Choi Seol-woo's body, which is completely relaxed. Two, three. While Yoon Ji-hwan's wrist shakes vigorously, Choi Seol-woo's expression remains grimaced.

However, when their bodies are completely joined and Yoon Sang-moo's penis thrusts down Choi Seol-woo at a rapid speed, heading for ejaculation, Won Dae-young sees it. Choi Seol-woo, who has her hair down, gasps, gasps, and closes her eyes lazily.

That was the face that only Won Dae-young saw when Choi Seol-woo had a malfunction.

Choi Seol-woo, whose ears are red all the way to the tip, moans in delight. Her low voice lets out words she can’t imagine. Ah, I like it. Yoon Ji-hwan, who is excited by that, grabs Choi Seol-woo’s waist and ejaculates hard. The two enjoy a long ejaculation while making out on the bed.

A drop of saliva leaks out from Choi Seol-woo’s parted lips. Yoon Ji-hwan grabs Choi Seol-woo’s chin and whispers affectionately.

Checking her breathing. Are you okay?

He whispers the words that only Won Dae-young could say in her ear. Choi Seol-woo opens her reddened lips and says, “Yes, I’m okay.” and accepts Yoon Ji-hwan’s kiss. Just like before, she looks at him with her wet eyes.