Passion (BL Novel)

"I know I just wander into rooms without owners and lay around, but... still, it feels a bit weird to take things from a room without an owner and lend them to someone else. Have you talked to your uncle about it?"
"No... Hmm. I guess that’s fair. Alright, let’s look at it after Director Jeong arrives."
Ilay easily nodded, dismissing the matter. Jeong Tae-ui stared at him for a moment but eventually closed his mouth without saying anything.

"But if I were to say thanks, I guess I should be able to accept your gratitude," Ilay suddenly said, deviating from the flow of the conversation. Jeong Tae-ui, who was checking how many minutes were left on the video, turned to look at him. It dawned on him that this was something Jeong Tae-ui himself had just said to Ilay moments ago.
It would be a lie if he didn’t feel frustrated. Given their history, Jeong Tae-ui should have heard "thank you" from this man countless times by now. He should have heard "sorry" a hundred times. But how many times had Ilay properly thanked him? Jeong Tae-ui almost spoke the words but held back, not wanting to make himself look pitiful. With a dissatisfied sigh, he asked, "What kind of greeting are you expecting?"
"Well... Now that I think about it, it seems like there isn’t much I can get from you," Ilay responded thoughtfully, but his conclusion was that he had nothing to gain. Jeong Tae-ui glared at him with cold eyes.

Indeed, Ilay seemed to have nothing lacking that he could ask for from others. He wasn’t poor, didn’t seem to have a strong desire for material things, didn’t ask for help from others, and though Ilay might want to share some of his humanity, even that was not something he could easily give.
"The easiest thing would be your body. But that's something I can enjoy without needing a formal 'thank you,' so it’s not new," Ilay added nonchalantly.
Jeong Tae-ui stared at him, thinking about whether anyone could remain calm after hearing such words. But then again, perhaps he had become so accustomed to it that he didn’t even feel angry anymore. Ilay wasn’t stupid. In fact, he was exceptionally sharp, so he had surely learned how to hide his lack of humanity in his speech. But occasionally, he would say something that caught Jeong Tae-ui completely off guard, which made him feel foolish, as though he had been treated lightly.

Once someone’s impression of you is set, it’s hard to change, Jeong Tae-ui thought. If someone looks down on you, even if you rise to a higher position, it’s difficult to change that perception.
While Jeong Tae-ui was thinking about how he had ended up being treated so dismissively, Ilay, who had said it wasn’t anything new, suddenly grabbed his head and licked his cheek, sucking on it. His other hand wandered over his chest, rubbing in a way that felt oddly familiar.
"..."

Shin Lu. Perhaps this bastard really did have a hidden agenda against me. It seemed different from what you meant, but the way he was treating me so lightly, maybe there was some truth to that.
Once again, his resentment flared. He had tried to forget, and even though he still didn’t hate this man completely, in these moments, his resentment would flare up uncontrollably before fading. For a moment, Jeong Tae-ui wanted to punch Ilay in the back of the head, his fist clenched with pure rage. He debated whether to act on it for a few seconds, but as always, he eventually sighed and let his fist relax. Ilay, sensing his change, chuckled lightly.
"Hey. That hurts."

As Ilay moved from his cheek to his lips, Jeong Tae-ui frowned and spoke bluntly, "Stop it. Your hand is squeezing too hard."
Ilay’s fingers dug into his chest, his grip tightening. Over the last few days, Ilay had been gently rubbing his chest, particularly his nipples, which had been getting sore from Ilay’s rough treatment. It wasn’t just the usual kissing and sucking; sometimes, Jeong Tae-ui would wake up to see his chest swollen. Every time Jeong Tae-ui tried to push Ilay’s hand away, Ilay would look down at him with a smirk, as if enjoying the discomfort.
"..."

Shin Lu. Maybe this bastard truly had an ulterior motive. What you said seemed a bit different, but the way he acted, treating me like this—perhaps there’s some truth to it after all.
Once again, resentment stirred in him. Even though he had tried to forget and even though he didn’t outright hate Ilay anymore, moments like this made the old feelings of anger flare up again. For a moment, Jeong Tae-ui wanted to swing his fist at Ilay’s temple. His hand curled into a fist as he contemplated doing it. He hesitated for a second, but once again, sighed and let go of his fist.
"Don’t touch me," Jeong Tae-ui muttered. His body wasn’t becoming more sensitive, and if Ilay kept this up, it would feel worse.
Ilay, sensing Jeong Tae-ui’s hesitation, chuckled, stepping back with a mischievous smile. But as he did, his fingers caressed Jeong Tae-ui’s chest once more. Jeong Tae-ui’s breathing quickened. He couldn’t deny it—his body was reacting despite himself. He realized that being too sensitive in this situation was harder than just being numb. The stress, the discomfort, and the anger were making his heart race.

But Jeong Tae-ui didn’t react to it. Instead, he stared at Ilay, his eyes narrowing with frustration. Despite the growing discomfort, he had to keep his composure. He had to avoid getting caught up in Ilay’s manipulation. He had already lost too much control over his emotions.
Ilay looked down at Jeong Tae-ui’s clenched fist, his lips curling into a small smile.
"You said you weren’t going to let me have it again," Ilay said, his voice soft and amused. "Did you forget?"

In a flash, Jeong Tae-ui felt the temperature drop. Ilay’s hand moved to the small of his back, pressing hard. Jeong Tae-ui, still determined not to let himself be controlled by his anger or the situation, tried to remain calm. He couldn’t let himself give in now.
"I told you I wouldn’t put up with this," Jeong Tae-ui said firmly, his voice low. "You’re not getting away with this."
Jeong Tae-ui clenched his fist tighter, but in his mind, he calculated the distance between the door and the bed. He was already planning his escape—he just had to wait for the right moment.

But—
Ilay, with his sharp eyes, stared at Jeong Tae-ui for a moment, then suddenly frowned. His expression shifted from amusement to a serious one, as if deciding whether or not to kill him. After a long moment, Ilay sighed, clearly frustrated.
"Stop it. I told you I don’t want to fight you right now."

Jeong Tae-ui doubted his ears. It was hard to believe, but the tone of Ilay’s voice softened. It was a strange, calm moment. Ilay whispered something in his ear and kissed his cheek lightly. The feeling of his lips against his skin was unnervingly soft, so soft that Jeong Tae-ui couldn’t react. It was as though Ilay were comforting him, like a child being gently patted on the head after a scolding.
This sudden shift in demeanor made Jeong Tae-ui shiver. It didn’t make sense. The person who could do such things was definitely not Ilay. There was something wrong with this picture, something that didn’t fit. It made him realize that Ilay was playing some kind of game—one that he had been part of for far too long.
 

Jeong Tae-ui suddenly lost energy and lay down, slumped over. He felt a bit awkward as his hands unbuttoned his shirt and took off his pants, but he didn’t really try to stop him. Whether or not what he said was true, his nipples were standing up, and so was the crotch he had been playing with. And Jeong Tae-ui was becoming weaker and weaker to desire.

He sighed.

“If you don’t feel like fighting now, are you going to fight later?”

“Tell me when that will be, because I’ll run away a hundred miles before that happens,” he added inwardly. Then, Iley, who was pulling down Jeong Tae-ui’s underwear and rubbing the half-hardened flesh protruding from it with her fingertips, seemed to think for a moment. Then she said nonchalantly.

“Well. I guess that’ll happen when the time comes. But anyway, I don’t feel like it right now.”

“Why. Do you like me?” When Ilay’s thumb touched the entrance of his groin, below the perineum, Jeong Tae-ui flinched and muttered without realizing it. His mouth moved on its own. It was because he had thought of Shin-ru’s words a little while ago. The very act of saying it was a mistake and a joke, but after saying it, he felt incredibly absurd.

The knuckles of his hand that were digging into the entrance stopped. Ilay, who was biting the flesh, stared at him with an expression as absurd as Jeong Tae-ui. Ilay, who silently spit out his genitals, raised his body slightly and looked down at Jeong Tae-ui with a strange expression.

“Me, you?”

“No……, kidding…….”

No matter what, he didn’t know he would make such a bashful face. He was good at joking, so he should just let it go as a joke.

When Jeong Tae-ui clicked his tongue and tried to wave his hand, Ilay suddenly burst into laughter. "Ha, aha, hahahaha, that's great. That's the best thing I've ever heard. Right, if I said I like you, you wouldn't pretend to pull away and would just open your legs? If that would eliminate the hassle, I could say it. Tae, I like you. No, saying I like you is a bit weak."
Tae, I love you, Illei continued, chuckling. And then he started to run his fingers between Jeong Tae's legs again. Jeong Tae's mood became extremely bitter. No, it was a little different from being bitter.
It felt like he had woken up with cold water poured over him. He was not concerned about liking or disliking you. It would have been nice if you disliked him. It would have been much more comfortable to hear you dislike him.

The moment he heard Illei's words, he was able to clearly realize the fact that he had already thought he knew in his head but had not felt. He was nothing more than an easy masturbation tool. From the beginning, Jeong Tae's skin contact with Illei was also based on desire. However, Jeong Tae-ui had never considered Illei as a masturbation tool. He was just someone close to him, but somehow he ended up having that kind of contact.

However, Illei's gaze was fixed.

His teacher. Jeong Chang-in's nephew. Jeong Jae-ui's younger brother. Masturbation tool. Those four.

"……."

This doesn't make me angry. It doesn't make me sad. It doesn't make me feel pain or resentment. Rather, even the inside that had been throbbing until just a moment ago had calmed down. Emotions had sunk below the surface.

This. This isn't good. It would be better to feel angry and yell or to feel resentful and cry. Jeong Tae-ui clicked his tongue as he felt his emotions cool down like clear water. He knew that if this feeling got even a little worse, his heart would leave.

This can't be, this can't be. It's not like I've been disappointed in this guy for more than a day or two anyway, so why am I doing this again? It's just another heavy stone on top of my disappointment. Jeong Tae-ui sighed and consoled himself. This is not for Illei. It is for himself. Cutting off a person as if they were not even a person is the last resort of humanity toward humans.

Yes, even that damn Lieutenant Kim endured it. … … No, now it seems that Illei can surpass Lieutenant Kim.

Jeong Tae-ui got up. Illei, who had his face buried between Jeong Tae-ui’s legs, also got up. He heard the sound of his pants and fasteners being lowered, and his penis, which had lifted its head and even his underwear, popped out. A white hand slowly rubbed the penis and ran it up. The dark red flesh swelled up even more.

“You can put it in.”

Illei asked secretly. Jeong Tae-ui immediately frowned. And then said bluntly.

“No.”

“Tae-i, I love you.”

A whisper mixed with laughter. And then, a kiss so sweet that I almost thought the whisper was real touched my forehead.
Crazy guy. He wasn't happy at all. His emotions were trying to subside. Jung Tae-yi silently looked at Illei and then stretched out his arms. Then, he hugged Illei's neck and kissed him. Thinking about it, I wondered if this was the first time he had reached out to this guy.

He felt Illei stiffening in his arms. Maybe this was just as unpleasant as an attack. But then he thought, "What the heck?"

The body follows the mind. But the mind also follows the body. Now that he was disappointed in this guy, even his resentment was cooling down, so he had no choice but to look to him and pull his heart back. His mind was indifferent, but the kiss was sweet.

Illei, who had been stiff for a moment, suddenly wrapped his tongue around Jung Tae-yi's as if he were going to fight him. The sensation was so thick and sweet that it hurt. It was also this man’s fault that he had succumbed to his own desires. He had mastered it somewhere and when, and he was incredibly good at finding out people’s weak points. He tried to open his mouth because his breathing was suffocated, but his lips kept chasing him.

“Hey, wait, breathe...”

However, Jeong Tae-ui, who had been speaking intermittently, suddenly lost his words. While he was momentarily absentminded and lost his senses, Illei was thrusting his waist between Jeong Tae-ui’s legs, despite the fact that he had clearly rejected him a moment ago. The penis that had been rubbing the entrance and lingering nearby took advantage of the gap and thrust in. Just before Illei, who had pushed in the tip, tried to pull his waist up again, Jeong Tae-ui grabbed Illei’s neck and hurriedly pushed him away.
For a moment, stars appeared before his eyes. They were stars he had seen once before. "I told you not to! I thought I was going to die before, but I'm afraid it'll happen again... -, Get out! You can't do it! The joint training isn't even over yet, and you want me to lie down sick again?!"

"It'll be hard at first, but you have to do it often so that you can get used to it."

"There's training tomorrow too, so what do you want me to do! I can't skip it, so I have to go even if I get a fever, but you want me to crawl out and get beaten up by other guys right away and be taken to the medical unit?! I can't do it today!"

Jeong Tae-ui shook his head desperately regardless of what Illei said. As he struggled with his legs and bent his body, the flesh that had been slightly pulled in seemed to stay there for a moment, but then slipped out. It hurt so much that tears welled up in his eyes. Illei clicked his tongue in displeasure. His eyes narrowed. It seemed as if he was considering whether to tie him up again and attack him. However, seeing the firm gaze of Jeong Tae-ui, who was spitting out a fiery flame, he shrugged his shoulders, fortunately seeming to give up.

"Okay, I got it. Then let's not insert it today. In return."

Jeong Tae-ui, who had taken a deep breath at the words that he would not insert it, frowned again at the words 'in return' that followed. Illei looked down at Jeong Tae-ui for a moment, lost in thought, and then whispered softly.

"Make me cum. ……inside your body."

The large hand that was gently squeezing his buttocks felt very hot. Jeong Tae-ui tilted his head faintly and looked at Illei. Make me cum, … … That's natural. I've gotten this erect - Jeong Tae-ui himself is standing - but I can't finish without cumming. However, he couldn't understand the words that followed for a moment. Jeong Tae-ui glared at him suspiciously.

"I told you I absolutely can't. I said I won't insert it." "Yeah. It seems like you had a hard time before, and like you said, I'm not done with training yet, so I won't insert it today. But I want to cum inside you."

So I'll just put the tip in a little bit, Illei added, and laid down on top of Jeong Taeui again. His tone was firm, as if he wouldn't give in any more.

Jeong Taeui's expression hardened.

Of course, it would be much easier than when he had stuffed that weapon in, but even if he had just put the tip in a little bit, it wasn't a small amount. Jeong Taeui glanced down, looked at the hideous lump of flesh writhing between his legs, and swallowed dryly.

"If you're not going to put it in anyway, it doesn't make much difference whether you just put the tip in or just squeeze and rub it. But why do you have to do it inside you?"

Jeong Taeui muttered in an unsteady voice. Illei knocked Jeong Taeui down and lay down on top of him. He slid his lips down the nape of her neck as if he would no longer listen to objections, and nibbled on the nipple that was sharply touching her chin. He hugged Jung Tae-ui’s body as it bounced, and spoke after a long time.

“Well, when I think about it, I don’t know why. There’s no reason for me to do that.”

Jung Tae-ui let out a sigh of relief at those indifferent words. He felt like he was alive. Even if it was just the tip, if something like that had entered, he would have suffered tomorrow as well.
“But you know…, that was good. When I took out what was inside you before, it was a bit disappointing to see it flowing out. Well, you said your stomach would hurt all day if you didn’t take it out, so there was nothing I could do about it, but I liked the feeling of it being inside you.”

However, when Ilay continued speaking, Jung Tae-ui was speechless. This crazy guy. It seemed like this guy had really changed his profession from crazy to pervert. No matter where he pissed, the man’s body was made to feel pleasure from piss itself. It didn’t matter where. Of course, there would be a psychological difference between pissed with someone he liked and pissed with someone he didn’t, but on a physical level, what does it matter where he pissed?
However, before Jeong Tae-ui could protest, Illei had already pressed her waist tightly between Jeong Tae-ui’s legs.

“If you don’t like ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) it, you can piss outside. But if you do, I’ll put it all the way down to the root.”

Jeong Tae-ui was truly speechless this time as he watched Illei say, “Do whatever you want,” as if he was doing a favor. There were countless things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t say them because he was out of breath.

Illei looked at him with eyes that were close to shock.