Three Eight-Chapter 68

"Ah, it's damp..."

Hongju frowned with eyes half-closed. He curled his toes to avoid the wetness touching his feet. However, the surrounding area was so drenched that no matter how much he curled up, the floor remained wet. Lying on his side, Hongju bent his knees ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) and curled forward.

But he soon stopped moving due to a foreign sensation piercing through his body. The discomfort from below his waist was more intense than the wetness at his feet. Why does it smell like alcohol? Why is the floor so wet? Why is it so cold? What is tangled between my legs?

"What is this..."

His mumbling trailed off into a blur. Soon, his drifting consciousness sharply returned. Hongju opened his eyes and quickly looked down.

"..."

Only wearing a T-shirt and completely bare below, he saw muscular legs tangled with his own, and felt a hot body temperature pressing against his back.

"This is crazy."

Hongju muttered in shock, his face turning pale. Semen had dried on his thighs, knees, and even on the floor, creating a mess. His trembling eyes moved to a casually draped hand around his waist.

The familiar neat fingers made Hongju, who was trying to wriggle out from the hold, inhale sharply and freeze.

"Uh..."

He realized the hot, hard penis burrowing between his buttocks was causing the painful foreign sensation. Sweat ran down his spine. He remembered the view getting blurry while drinking, but how did it end up like this?

Hongju clenched his eyes shut and moved his body like crawling on the floor. Perhaps because it was sober morning and his senses were fully awake, the sensation of the thick penis sliding out, scraping the inner walls, was vividly felt.

"Uh!"

The hand wrapped around his waist suddenly grasped Hongju's penis. Startled, Hongju shrunk his shoulders and turned his head. Mu-gyeong, who had apparently awakened at some point, was supporting his head with his palm and looking down at Hongju.

"Is it up because it's morning, or because I didn't pull out?"

The large, hot hand gently began to stroke up and down, still holding his penis. While doing so, he nudged Hongju's buttocks with a few pushes. Already sensitive from the morning, the lewd touch seemed to throb even more below.

"Let go, please let go."

"Why?"

It seemed like another round could start at any moment from such stimulation. Hongju kept his words to himself and just pushed at the closely touching pelvis. The penis slowly retreated, making a wet, sticky sound. The flesh that had been stuck together all night seemed to stretch out with the semen.

"Hurry up."

Hongju pushed Mu-gyeong's body more forcefully. The penis was halfway out, and the sensation of air leaking into the heated entrance was felt. Simultaneously, the semen that had filled him trickled down. The distinct sensation of it running down the slope caused Hongju's body to shiver. He bit his lower lip so hard it turned white to prevent any sounds from escaping.

"Uh..."

"Why complain about pulling out when you feel it in the back too?"

Mu-gyeong muttered lowly. The hot breath and a faint vibration could be felt from behind. The fingers fumbling with the glans became stickier. The stimulation felt from both front and back made Hongju's face flush red. Mu-gyeong glanced down at Hongju's reddened nape and smiled slightly, then leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

"Seems like Gu Hongju needs to get pounded in the morning to feel good."

He pushed his low voice into Hongju's ear. Watching Hongju hold his breath and shrink his shoulders, Mu-gyeong burst into laughter. He suddenly moved his hips back swiftly. Thump, the vein-popping penis sprung up, messing up the bottom of Hongju's T-shirt.

"Ah..."

A faint moan burst out, almost inaudible unless listened for closely. Mu-gyeong, having tormented Hongju by fondling him, let go and abruptly pushed his fingers between the buttocks. The neat fingertips slowly traced the entrance. Suddenly pulling out had made the semen-expelling hole twitch. He persistently probed the wet gap.

"You held on well for a virgin."

Whispering into Hongju's ear as if sharing a secret, he traced the entrance. Hongju shuddered and then abruptly got up. His face was flushed as he dashed into the living room.

Mu-gyeong leisurely lifted his head to watch his back. The whitish fluid and freshly expelled semen spread under his buttocks, with red handprints making a fitting match.

"Told you he's useful."

If it weren't for this, I wonder how I would've endured. Even the drab House seemed quite worth visiting now. Mu-gyeong smirked and slowly got up. The surroundings were a mess with bodily fluids and spilled beer.

"What a commotion."

It was time to erase the sordid remnants of last night.

Hongju stepped into the bathroom and immediately threw off the bulky T-shirt, which was heavily stained with dried semen. He headed straight under the shower. He washed off the remaining traces on his body and clumsily removed the rest from inside. A lump moved down his thigh, causing his body to shiver. After scrubbing his skin red, he finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, then casually checked his nape.

"...Nothing."

Usually, there were bruises or handprints after such encounters. This time it was clean. Hongju's wet fingertips fumbled at his nape as he stepped out of the bathroom awkwardly.

The dining table had a few simple dishes laid out. He had no intention of eating, but had to sit down due to Mu-gyeong being present. When he sat in the dining chair, a sharp pain made him bite his lip.

"I didn't know Gu Hongju was so curious about me."

A toe touched his leg under the table. Hongju's hand paused as he scooped the soup. Drip, drip, the soup fell onto the bowl, creating ripples.

"..."

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Curious? He had some guesses but didn't remember much from last night.

"Don't remember yesterday?"

He recalled the violently shaking view vaguely but didn't speak it aloud. Every time Hongju shook his head slightly, a fragrant scent spread from his hair.

"I can't drink."

"You said you weren't drunk."

"That was, I was drunk."

He bowed his head and scooped up the soup, eating more vigorously as his appetite seemed to return. It hadn't been long since he had been sustaining himself mostly on instant noodles. Now, his palate was getting accustomed to hot rice and soup.

"It's the first time someone asked me such things."

What 'those things' were, he wasn't sure, but probably the questions he always had. Hongju pretended not to know about last night's mistake.

"I usually don't have any curiosity about others. Really... I didn't really want to know."

Whether it was someone else's real name or age. He had never asked until someone told him. When a new player came to the House, so be it; if someone left, so be it. That was just how it was. There was no luxury to care about what someone's name or age was.

Thump, the chopsticks hit the edge of the rice bowl, drawing Hongju's attention like ringing a bell. It was a short, lively motion.

"My name is Sung Mu-gyeong, and I'm thirty-one."

"..."

"Anything else you're curious about?"

Hongju's jaw moved slowly as he chewed a big mouthful of rice. After swallowing, he cautiously opened his mouth.

"Are you always fearless?"

Ha-ha. Mu-gyeong laughed loudly as soon as the words were spoken. His shoulders heaved, and his throat bobbed with a big laugh. After lingering his gaze on Mu-gyeong's upturned lips for a moment, Hongju took a sip of water unnecessarily.

"I've gotten comfortable. Now there's nothing I can't say."

"Just, you seem fearless in everything."

Mu-gyeong crossed his arms and leaned back against the chair back. Now he was observing Hongju as if watching an intriguing show. His expression was enigmatic. Suddenly overwhelmed by a fierce thirst, Hongju gulped down the remaining water.

"People usually only care about whether I'm a gangster or a jobless bum, focusing only on what I have."

That had been Guppping's way, and so had Yang Siljang's. They all shivered and tried to please Mu-gyeong just because he had money.

"..."

"You ask about me."

His muttered words fell heavily. Hongju fleetingly raised his eyes to examine Mu-gyeong. His expression was similar to before, yet still unreadable. Perhaps the question had crossed a line. Hongju, habitually observant, carefully put down his spoon.

"Just—"

"Don't ask others such things."

"Huh?"

Mu-gyeong extended his hand long. He picked up the spoon Hongju had set down and handed it back to him, then picked up his own chopsticks again. The movement was meticulous.

"You said you weren't curious about others. You're asking now because you have the leisure, aren't you?"

"..."

"I've bought your leisure too, so don't use it on others."

It was a claim of ownership, much like Guppping had done. However, it didn't feel as unjust or infuriating as when Guppping had said it.

"..."

It was strange. He hadn't had much to eat, and he wasn't forcing or rushing it, but his solar plexus felt as if it was weighed down. The strange pressure made Hongju drink from his cup multiple times to soothe his

insides.

"Get ready and come out."

Mu-gyeong, who had been holed up in the study, casually waved his phone. Hongju checked the time and slowly rose from the sofa. As the leather returned to its place, Hongju's brows furrowed. His thighs and buttocks screamed in pain every time he sat down and got up. Habitually feeling his throat, Hongju entered his room.

As he was tying his scarf at the doorway, he didn't notice the acrid smell of cigarette smoke carried by the air. The moment he realized Mu-gyeong's chest was right in front of him, Hongju abruptly stopped.

"You're walking around spaced out."

Hongju's eyes followed the whitish smoke upward. Mu-gyeong was holding his cigarette aloft.

"You want to end up like Manager Yang? Almost gouged your eyes out."

Despite the chilling words, Mu-gyeong sported a small smile. A sudden cool breeze blew, fluttering Mu-gyeong's coat. The sensation tickled Hongju's calves. The fragrant body scent mixed with Hongju's breath.

"..."

Thump, thump, a steady pulse echoed in his right ear. It took a moment longer for him to realize his body was almost embraced by Mu-gyeong.