Passion (BL Novel)

"Hyung. Taei, heeung. Please don't hate me... I’m confident I can do it better than him... We haven’t even properly tried yet, right? I’ll definitely make sure you go to paradise. Yeah, heeung."
The hand that had been resting on Shinlu’s shoulder jerked. Jeong Taei awkwardly glanced at Shinlu, who had buried his face in his shoulder and was crying uncontrollably. He should be comforting him, wiping away the tears from this lovely child, but something felt off about the conversation.
"Hyung. I would never hurt you, so... yeah, it’s fine now. Let’s go to my room."

Shinlu, crying and clinging to him, truly looked pitiful and endearing. If only Jeong Taei could fully sympathize with that pitifulness and affection. However, he could sense that the conversation was taking an odd turn, and subtly loosened the arm he had around Shinlu.
"Um, well... maybe next time... I don’t want to do that with you right now..."
He did want to. He’d often thought that it would be great to roll around in bed with this cute young man anytime. But not now. Their tastes were at odds right now, and Jeong Taei didn’t want to get into bed with him. He still wanted to hold Shinlu, but there was some mental resistance to the embrace.

At that, Shinlu’s face stiffened, pale as he glared at Jeong Taei. Shinlu, whose eyes were red from crying, rubbed them furiously with his hand, sniffling as he turned away and ran off with quick steps.
"Wait, Shin..."
Jeong Taei hurriedly tried to call him back, but Shinlu had already disappeared down the hall, not looking back or returning.

The walk back to his room was, as usual, filled with gloom. People passing by recognized Jeong Taei and either glared at him with fierce eyes or muttered insults loudly as they brushed past.
He couldn’t even grab them and hit them. There were too many things to be angry about. It was a relief that the team members, who had been together with him, just stared at him coldly and passed by.
Jeong Taei thought to himself, ‘I never know when I might get stabbed in the back’ as he trudged back to his room. Even earlier, in the cafeteria, he had heard people openly cursing at Illay, and Jeong Taei had unwittingly muttered, "That guy’s now with the Asia branch," only to feel as if he was about to get stabbed. The voice shouting, "Do you know how many people that guy killed in the Asia branch?!" was filled with murderous intent.

He thought his words were reasonable, but the one who had spoken, Jeong Taei, was the one in danger of being killed.
"Will spring ever come to this stolen field...?"
He didn’t know when it would come, but he hoped it would come soon, if it ever did. Or at least, he hoped it wouldn’t come in the middle of winter before he could leave this branch. At this rate, if anything minor were to happen, it was unclear when a collective assault would occur.

Thinking about this, Jeong Taei shuddered.
A collective assault. In other words, all the Asia branch members would come together to mob Illay, and what would the result be? Just imagining it sent a chill down his spine. He remembered the past of the man who had mobilized even the Cluster and still ended up with only one shoulder heavily wounded, while another person had been thrown into the fray and killed. He had killed everyone who had been involved in that incident.
If they all rushed at Illay together thinking it would be okay...

"Ugh, it would be a disaster... just imagining it is terrifying."
"What kind of imagination did you have?"
Jeong Taei, muttering while sweating coldly, stopped in his tracks at the sudden question. In a room that he used alone, there was no reason for anyone to answer, yet there was a man sitting there. The man, who had been lying down on the bed without the light on, sat up when Jeong Taei entered.
Just hearing the voice, Jeong Taei knew who it was. He turned on the light by the door and, as expected, a familiar face was there. Familiar, because after spending the whole day with him, Jeong Taei could even tell how many patches of stubble there were on his chin.

"What are you doing here?"
Jeong Taei looked at the man, Illay, with a blatantly displeased face. Illay, propped up on his elbow on the bed, waved his hand in a bored manner.
"If I stay in my room, I get annoying calls all the time."

"Annoying calls... aren’t they hard to avoid if you don’t answer?"
"Well... I don’t get into trouble. The ones who need to contact me are the ones who get frustrated when they can’t."
"..."

Jeong Taei felt the future ahead of him darken. In a situation where he would have to put effort into contacting this man whenever something happened, he wondered if giving him a pager would even work. He doubted that Illay would wear it, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t check it every time it went off.
"Then how should I contact you in the future?"
"You’ll be with me most of the time, so why would you have to worry about contacting me?"

Hearing that, Jeong Taei realized it was true. Even if he did need to contact him, the real question was how to avoid doing it altogether.
Jeong Taei took off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. He unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his neck before heading to the fridge to grab a beer. He glanced at Illay and asked if he wanted one, but Illay shook his head. Looking closer, Jeong Taei saw two empty cans by the bedside table. Illay must have helped himself to them without permission.
Jeong Taei, who never even considered the behavior he exhibited when visiting his uncle’s room, glared at the thoughtless guest. However, before confronting that, he needed to unwind the tension in his chest first.

Drinking three cans of beer in quick succession, Jeong Taei wiped the beer off his lips with the back of his hand after finishing the last can.
"This still doesn’t loosen me up."
"Haha, I guess there’s something frustrating enough for you to rely on alcohol."

Illay casually smiled, as if he didn’t know anything, and Jeong Taei briefly thought about how great it would be to jam three empty cans of beer into his face. Even with that smiling face, he felt like he could spit on it.
Jeong Taei glared fiercely at him, then wrapped his arms around the back of the chair and sat backward.
"What is this, seriously? I feel like a European branch member who was suddenly thrown into the Asia branch alone."

At that, Illay laughed aloud. While his laughter might have been cheerful, Jeong Taei, the object of the laughter, did not find it amusing and his expression gradually twisted into a scowl.
The main culprit behind all of this was undoubtedly his uncle, but the cause of this localized issue was definitely this man. Illay, who had only been here for a few days as an instructor, had already packed the infirmary with people. His uncle had remarked earlier in the hallway, "He seems to have mellowed out a bit after becoming an instructor. No one's died yet, at least," but hearing that only made Jeong Taei feel even less inclined to laugh. How could he be sure that the first person to lose their life due to Illay Riggrow, the newly ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) appointed instructor at the Asia branch, wouldn’t be him—someone who, having always been nearby, had been blessed with various opportunities to die?
Then suddenly, Illay raised an eyebrow and slyly asked Jeong Taei.

"Smells like cigarettes. Did you smoke?"
In an instant, Jeong Taei clamped his mouth shut, reminded of who the original owner of the cigarette was. Did that person know their pack of cigarettes had gone missing from his bag?
"I saw you chatting with that cute rookie on the way back from the instructor’s office."

Jeong Taei couldn’t open his mouth immediately. This time, he flinched not just from the cigarette mention but from something else entirely.
"...Did you hear?"
"Hear what?"

"The conversation you were having with someone else."
Jeong Taei spoke harshly, implying that it was an invasion of privacy, and muttered quietly to himself, damn it.
It wasn’t that they had said anything secretive, but it was definitely a conversation he wouldn’t want others to overhear. Not because it was cringe-worthy or embarrassing, but because it was tied to the fragile, albeit still alive, pride of a man.

"Well, I didn’t have time to listen to everything, but I did catch a glimpse of you two talking."
Illay shrugged and said with a smirk. Jeong Taei looked at him skeptically but sighed in relief. It seemed that Illay hadn’t caught everything.
In truth, there was nothing to be ashamed of. It was no secret that Jeong Taei liked Shinlu, and everyone at the branch knew by now that Shinlu had developed feelings for Jeong Taei too. So, even if someone had caught them standing together or overheard a somewhat awkward conversation, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. The problem lay elsewhere.

Jeong Taei thought that if something occurred between the two of them, it could be resolved as long as they both agreed, but when it came to his relationship with Shinlu, there was something he would never compromise on. It wasn’t that he couldn’t think of Shinlu or anyone else as someone he wanted to protect, but when it came to Shinlu, whom he thought was adorable, he just couldn’t bring himself to compromise.
"So, you still haven’t done that with that rookie yet, huh?"
As Jeong Taei was lost in thought, Illay smirked and muttered as if he had just realized something.

Hearing those words, Jeong Taei’s face immediately froze. His neck heated up, and he couldn’t bring himself to look up. This bastard—he’d said he didn’t have time to listen, but in the end, he had heard everything.
With a stiffened face, Jeong Taei slowly raised his head and glared at him. Illay, pretending not to notice, sighed and muttered in thought.
"I don’t get it. He says he’s confident he can do well, and that he’ll definitely send you to paradise... doesn’t that make you want to accept his service?"

"Who would want to be serviced and end up getting flattened?!"
Jeong Taei shouted, then quickly closed his mouth, realizing his outburst was too loud. But it was too late. Illay raised an eyebrow and stared at him with a peculiar look before suddenly bursting into laughter. He laughed cheerfully for a while, clearly enjoying himself.
"Aha, hahaha, I see. You must have had quite a scare trying to mess with that pretty, cute kid. That must’ve been a real shocker, Taei."

"I didn’t try to mess with him! Unlike you, I was planning to take things step by step!"
It was like spilled water—Jeong Taei half-gave up and shouted. Though his plan had completely fallen apart and now the future was uncertain, his unshaken hope remained that he would lead the lovable young man gently and bring him the joy of heaven.
Illay, still laughing as if he found it all amusing, nodded and muttered to himself.

"I see. So, even though he’s got that innocent look, he has some desire in him. Well, his family is known for being ambitious, after all. But I didn’t expect him to try for something like Gilsangcheon."
Jeong Taei paused. This was the same thing that had been said by the chief when he had his commissioning ceremony. Gilsangcheon. Was there some hidden meaning to it, something more than what he already knew?
"What’s Gilsangcheon?"

Jeong Taei asked casually, and Illay smiled subtly before speaking quietly to himself.
"Well, it’s not really a secret, I wonder why I didn’t just tell you...?"
"...? What’s that about?"

Looking confused, Jeong Taei stared at Illay, who then gave a slight smile before muttering.
"Well, I guess it wasn’t worth teaching a kid something important, since you wouldn’t have understood anyway. But I guess now I can tell you."
"What’s with all this cryptic talk?"

Jeong Taei frowned. Was Illay speaking to himself or trying to tell him something? It was hard to tell. Then suddenly, Illay smiled faintly and said.
"You are Jeong Taei’s Gilsangcheon."
Jeong Taei silently stared at him. Gilsangcheon. He wasn’t hearing things. Every word was clear. The issue was, he didn’t understand what Illay meant.

Jeong Taei rolled his eyes and slowly tilted his head. Habitually, he touched his lips with his finger and tilted his head the other way.
"I may not be the smartest, but I’ve never been called slow or hard to understand..."
Jeong Taei tapped his lips a few times, then furrowed his brow and asked again.

"Gilsangcheon, is that what I think it is? Lakshmi?"
"Ah. Yes, in Indian mythology, it’s called Lakshmi. Vishnu’s wife."
Illay nodded lightly. Jeong Taei tilted his head again.

He vaguely knew about Gilsangcheon from mythology. She was a goddess of fortune, right? But even though he knew, he had no idea how this unfamiliar word was connected to him.
"What’s that about? Am I supposed to be your Gilsangcheon, bringing you good luck?"
Jeong Taei laughed softly, muttering to himself, "It sounds nice, having all that luck because of me," and shrugged. Illay didn’t answer, only giving him a faint smile.

Jeong Taei stared at the smile, and his own faded slowly. It might have been a joke, but the way Illay spoke made it feel like he meant it seriously. Even if it was a joke, that ambiguous smile felt ominous.
"So what’s the deal? You’re hanging around me because being close to me will bring you good luck?"
Jeong Taei asked, bewildered. Illay raised an eyebrow slightly and shook his head.

 
"If you ask me, I don't covet. I have enough power to get whatever I want, whether it's brute force, wealth, or something else. What I want is not luck. If I had to say, I would say that I covet a person who can fully develop their talents through luck."

"······Like Jae-ui's brother?"

Illei didn't answer Jeong Tae-ui's question. He just gave an ambiguous laugh that was neither positive nor negative.

Jeong Tae-ui stared blankly at Illei for a while before sighing. He used to talk like a fatalist, but now he seems to have turned to mythology. This man seems to be very realistic and cool-headed, but he may actually believe in superstitions. His superstitious jokes were a bit ridiculous, though.

He was a maniac who read books, come to think of it. At first, I thought he was a book broker. Jeong Tae-ui snickered, wondering where this bizarre fatalist had heard of him and why he kept saying such strange things.

"Sounds like Gil Sang-cheon. My luck has been this bad lately, so what's Gil Sang-cheon doing?"

It's not that it wasn't true, but Jeong Tae-ui's fortune had recently become so harsh that it was hard to find a precedent. His colleagues had drifted away, his friends had drifted away, his family was the culprit, the only person next to him was a murderer, and his lover was always trying to prey on him. Nothing was comfortable.

Thinking about it, his depression only grew. This man was also one of the sources of his depression. This man, who pretended to be normal and drank beer as he pleased, was actually a dangerous person who could strangle Jeong Tae-ui at any moment.

Suddenly, Jeong Tae-ui began to blame himself. The fact that he had become so unlucky was actually because of his own problems. From the fact that he came to this island because he was told by his uncle, to the fact that he left this scary man in his room like this, it was proof that Jeong-tae was inviting danger to himself. He was so relaxed because there was no danger while they were together in Eoryeong for a while. It was dangerous.

"If you don't have any special business, then just go. I'll wash up and get through today quickly."

Jeong-tae said bluntly and waved his hand. Illei stood up, wondering if he had any special business. In any case, it seemed that he survived another day safely.

After sending this man off, he should take out the calendar and circle it. How many days are left until half a year? It seems like there are about 100 days left.

Illei walked toward the door, but suddenly saw Jeong-tae and stopped.

"?"

As he looked at him, who had suddenly stopped, Illei tilted his head and grabbed Jeong-tae by the collar. And he pulled him back. Suddenly, Jeong Tae-ui was dragged by him.
He was a little surprised. Jeong Tae-ui wasn’t heavy, but he wasn’t light enough to be dragged like this. This man’s monstrous strength was proven once again.
Illei grabbed Jeong Tae-ui’s collar with one hand and pulled him, and with the other hand, he held his waist loosely, and put his face close to his neck. Jeong Tae-ui froze for a moment at the movement that seemed like a beast searching for prey. It felt like he would bite his neck if he moved even a little.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked without moving, just opening his mouth. Illei gently stroked Jeong Tae-ui’s neck from below his ear to just below his neck. The tickling sensation made him shiver.

“Cigarettes.”

Illei, who had been burying his nose in Jeong Tae-ui’s neck for a moment, said quietly. The moment he heard that, Jeong Tae-ui stopped and shut his mouth.
Oh no. I forgot. The smell of cigarettes must have soaked into his clothes and wouldn’t have come off easily.

Jeong Tae-ui, who had a history of taking cigarettes out of Illei’s bag without permission, just rolled his eyes without saying anything. It wouldn’t be good if he got caught.
If it were another guy, he would just grumble a few times and laugh it off, but you never know what he’ll do with this guy.

“Hmm— I got a cigarette from a guy I know earlier and smoked it, so I guess the smell got to me.”

When Jeong Tae-ui muttered as if he didn’t know, Illei raised his head half a foot. His pitch-black eyes that were staring at Jeong Tae-ui diligently widened into round shapes.

"Aha, really? I didn’t know there were still close colleagues in this branch who could lend you a cigarette, right. Then let’s take a look—···”

The hand that seemed to release Jeong Tae-ui’s collar grabbed his shoulder. Holding on so tightly that it was hard to shake off, Illei placed his palm on Jeong Taeui’s neck. The hand that touched lightly enough to feel a thin layer of skin soon pressed down with strength. Suddenly, an image he had seen somewhere came to mind. A large hand that had grabbed a man’s neck with one hand.

he trace that had left a bright red mark. Jeong Taeui’s face hardened. Even though he must have seen that expression, Illei did not let go. The palm that had touched his neck slowly moved down to his collarbone. The hand that had been moving over his collarbone moved to his chest. He could feel the large, warm palm on top of a thin shirt. The hand that had been hovering around his chest for a moment eventually moved down as if he had regretted it.

“There’s no breast pocket. Then—” Illei whispered softly. The hand that had moved down to his stomach moved gently between the hems of his shirt. His index finger dug into the gap between the buttons of his shirt. The other fingers tickled her skin over her shirt.

"Hey, Ilay. What are you—?"

"Shh. I'm looking for my missing cigarettes."

Ilay laughed in her ear. She touched her sunken belly button with her index finger. As her body flinched involuntarily from the tickling, her index finger poked her stomach a little more persistently, as if she was enjoying the movement of her abs rising and falling.

"Wait, wait. I'll tell you, your cigarette—."

"It won't be fun if you tell me in the middle."

The hand that had been holding her shoulder fell away. However, that hand covered Jeong Tae-ui's mouth. Jeong Tae-ui instinctively tried to grab that hand and pull it away, but Ilay's hand that was holding his chin tightened. It was threatening, as if he would break his chin if he moved just a little more.

Jeong Tae-ui frowned and looked at Ilay. When their eyes met, he smiled brightly. “Come to think of it, I’ve been really busy for a while. I heard that an instructor died and there was a vacancy, but I didn’t really want to go, but my brother pushed me to go, and although I didn’t really want to, I thought it wouldn’t be so bad here, so I decided to come. After I made that decision, there was so much work to do. I was really so busy… I didn’t even have time to play with my hands.”

He laughs in my ear. I flinch at the tickling sensation of his breath on the back of my neck.

Damn it. You play with your hands alone and leave me alone.

I shouted through my stuffy mouth, but it seemed like Ilay didn’t hear. Or maybe he did, but he pretended not to hear.

Meanwhile, Ilay’s hand, which had been caressing my stomach, moved down a little further. He slowly rubbed my groin over my pants. Illei persistently pressed forward, pretending not to see Jung Taeui glaring and throwing a tantrum.

"You wouldn't have hidden it here, right, the cigarettes.······ Aha. They're getting harder. It might be here."

It's not there! You damn bastard, there's no way it's there! It's a pocket, a pocket, just rummage through the right trouser pocket!

Jung Taeui groaned again this time, his mouth still blocked. Then at some point, he swallowed his breath. The hand that had been rubbing his groin stickily grabbed the object that was starting to rise and shook it. Feeling Jung Taeui flinching, Illei chuckled lowly into his throat.

"It's fun, as expected······. It's not my taste at all and I don't think it'll be very satisfying, but anyway, the reaction is really funny."

He was moved. This guy who teases people like this for fun, if I could just break his wrists, I would be happy.

However, the hand that was shaking his crotch over his pants had enough strength to barely hurt, so Jeong-tae couldn’t move even though he was holding his wrist. Furthermore, the man’s sad nature was unavoidable, and his thing gradually began to rise.

“Don’t be angry. I’m in a similar situation······. I’ve done it before. Wasn’t it fun to do it like this? Besides, if I were to satisfy my desires right now, there wouldn’t be anyone in this branch who would follow me obediently, so I would have to catch a suitable guy and tie him up, but that wouldn’t be desirable from the perspective of the officer standing behind me.”

It wasn’t desirable from the perspective of a complete stranger, not the officer standing behind me. It was no different from saying that I would catch any decent guy and rape him. Jeong Tae-ui huffed and hunched his waist as his lower body was pulled. He naturally leaned his forehead on his shoulder. His hand that had been covering his mouth slowly fell away.

"You, when you're bored, do you play like this······?"

Jeong Tae-ui glared at him menacingly with a slightly flushed face and growled. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders instead of answering, saying, "Don't glare at me like that because I'm scared."
"It's rare for you to play so innocently. Usually, you get right to the point.······What the heck. If I just do a little more of this, I'll cum."
Illei laughed and let go of his groin, not knowing how he felt the subtle movement that was popping out of his pants. This damned bastard always made me feel hot and then let go at the crucial moment.

Jeong Tae-ui was so upset that he shook Illei off. What the heck, he threw the cigarette money he had taken out of his pants pocket at Illei, who stepped back. Illei, who had easily accepted it in the air, shook the cigarette case and muttered.

"It's not enough. Are you going to use someone else's cigarette without permission, huh?"

"What are you, playing with someone else's body without permission, huh?"

Jeong Tae-ui lost his temper and shouted. Sweat was pouring down his flushed face.
Illei stood upright in front of him and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Starting with the front button, he then unbuttoned his sleeves. Through the gap in his collar, his delicate, smooth, white body, like a statue, was revealed. After taking off his shirt, he unbuttoned his belt without hesitation.
The clamshell was loose. Ji-ik, the sound of the zipper going down was extremely obscene. Just that sound made his earlobes feel hot.
Jeong-tae stood there dumbfounded, looking at Illei, who was slowly taking off his clothes in front of him. It would be funny to ask why he was taking them off. This man was talking blatantly right now. Let's have fun.

"While I was back in Europe, I had a dream about you. If it was a dream, it was a dream I had when I was in Eoryeongㅡ···."

When he heard the word Eoryeong, a memory came to Jeong-tae's mind. There was a time in that dark basement when they had relieved their desires together, even if only for a moment. He remembered Illei's voice telling him to enjoy it lightly. “I had already graduated from such childish handplay before I even entered middle school. Sex without even putting it in is less than half the fun. Right? But you know, it must have been fun back then. I remember it fondly. It felt like I was playing with my childhood friend for the first time in a long time.”
Jeong Tae-ui couldn’t take his eyes off his body that was gradually being revealed, but he sighed in disbelief at his words.
“Before I even entered middle school……, no, I’ve never played with my friend like this instead of playing with him.”

“Haha, that’s what it is. Anyway, it’s just playing around innocently.”
The concept itself seemed a little different from this man. What was so obviously lewd and decadent about this air that was emanating from him that was innocent?
Jeong Tae-ui covered his nose and mouth with his hands. The reason his body kept getting hotter and hotter might have been because of the air emanating from this man. Or maybe he got drunk on this atmosphere without realizing it. Or maybe he got drunk on this atmosphere without realizing it.

Ilei was naked. As expected, her body was so beautiful that it made his face turn pale even when he saw her again. He tried not to look at her groin as much as possible, but the thing that came into view in the corner of his vision was still big enough to make his face turn pale. He hadn’t even stood up yet, but if he was like that, he would have killed his opponent when he was at his prime.
Ilei guessed why Jeong Tae-ui’s face had turned pale, and snickered. Then, as if to show off, he grabbed his thing and shook it a couple of times. The thing that had already half-rise was standing right in front of Jeong Tae-ui.

“Why are you so pale and frozen? I told you I don’t plan on fucking a body that doesn’t even look like it’s worth holding, I’m just playing around like before. You liked it back then, too. ……Yeah. What are you doing standing up like that? Come here. ……No, I’ll go.”
Ilei walked over. In fact, until then, Jeong Tae-ui had been wavering. It was clear that his actions back then and now, he could just let it go. He didn’t hate it. No, he liked it so much that it was excessive. However, a vague anxiety flashed through his head, wondering if it was okay for him to do it again and again, not just once. If once becomes twice, it’s easier for twice to become three times.

I wondered if it would be okay to play around like this with this guy and eat up land. It didn’t seem like it would be very good.

However, before Jeong Tae-ui could even organize his thoughts, Illei, who had come right up to him, pushed his chest as if he knew what he was thinking. He fell onto the bed right behind him.
“Don’t think useless thoughts. Thinking about useless morals only gives you a headache.”

Illei, who had seemed to be smiling as she said that, was already on top of Jeong Tae-ui’s body. As if it were a sign that the game had started, she lightly bit Jeong Tae-ui’s lips. The mouth that had been chewing his lips so hard that it felt a little painful suddenly stuck out his tongue and mixed it inside his mouth.
It was an instant. He was out of breath for a moment from the breath, tongue, and saliva that were forcefully digging into his mouth, and when he came to his senses, Jeong Tae-ui's clothes had already fallen under the bed. Ilay's skin touched his bare skin, which had become cold from the cool air. It felt good because it was warm.

Ilay's thing had been touching his groin since a while ago. The sight of the two things that had risen and become hard rubbing each other came into view. His heart pounded. His lower body became hot from the visual stimulation.

Jeong Tae-ui let out a rough sigh and closed his eyes. Ilay went down next to him and lay down. Then he half-turned his body, pressing his chest against Jeong Tae-ui's back. He held Jeong Tae-ui's thing in his hand that was turned toward his waist as if embracing him. “Wait a minute, spread your legs. ……I told you not to put it in. I told you I don’t want to be bothered either. ……Okay, that’s fine. You can put your legs back down.”
Illei seemed to slightly spread Jeong Tae-ui’s thighs. When he glared at her with an ominous thought and turned around, Illei wiped his eyelids with his lips. While he flinched and shrank, Jeong Tae-ui’s hard, hot penis thrust between his thighs. When he flinched and lowered his head, Illei’s thing was sticking out from between his thighs. The tip of his penis, which was lightly touching the bottom of Jeong Tae-ui’s thing, was getting wet.

“Stay, ……yeah, stay that way.”
Illei slowly began to move his waist. His penis moved back and forth as he rubbed his thighs. At the same time, Illei’s hand holding Jeong Tae-ui’s thing began to move roughly. My heart pounded as I felt my hands carelessly playing with toys, as if they were a child who couldn’t tell right from wrong.

“Uh, ……uh, ……!!”