Chapter 9. Let’s Finish What We Started (1)

Translator: Lili

After that day, Seo Gyuha spent three whole days holed up at home. Everything felt irritating, exhausting, and meaningless. He didn’t even feel the urge to eat.

The reason became clear when he checked the calendar. Three days ago, on the 30th, his heat cycle should have started. Although he used suppressants to prevent pheromone secretion and the accompanying sexual urges, there were still other side effects.

However, this time it was worse than usual. What was typically mild lethargy had turned into a full-blown malaise, exacerbated by flu-like symptoms that left his body in shambles.

After two more days of being a recluse, he finally left the house. Today was his father’s birthday, and the family had planned to gather. He didn’t want to go—birthday or not—but skipping it would risk losing all his financial support. Even his otherwise indulgent mother was uncompromising when it came to family events.

Arriving just in time for dinner, he found the entire family already gathered in the living room. All eyes turned to him as he walked in. Bowing slightly, he took a seat beside his second brother. His father immediately gave him a disapproving look.

“What’s with your face? You look like a starving beggar.”

Some things never changed. His father always had something to nitpick. Rubbing the back of his neck, Gyuha gave a halfhearted response.

“Didn’t sleep well.”

His father’s expression twisted into a scowl.

“Ugh, grown as you are, you’re still a useless mess. Where did such a disgrace come from?”

“He came out of my womb.”

His mother’s voice cut in smoothly,

“Don’t talk to him like that.”

“Ahem.”

As always, his mother came to his rescue. Taking a sip of tea, the elegant Jung Eunhee turned to her youngest son with a warm gaze.

“You don’t look well. You’re not sick, are you?”

“I’m fine.”

He did feel somewhat better today, though still not entirely himself. Conversation soon picked up among the family, blossoming into the usual chatter. Blossoming might be an exaggeration—Gyuha found it as dull and incomprehensible as ever. He knew from experience that these conversations would last until dinner was served.

‘Maybe I’ll go upstairs and take a nap.’

He was waiting for the right moment to excuse himself when his phone buzzed loudly in his coat pocket. Pulling it out, he glanced at the screen.

‘Lee Cha-dog.’

It seemed the other man had saved his number after their last call. Staring at the display briefly, he answered.

“What?”

— Hey, it’s me, Lee Chayoung.

Without bothering to explain himself, Gyuha got up and headed upstairs. Surprisingly, no one stopped him. For once, Chayoung’s call was helpful.

“Why are you calling?”

— To collect the money you owe me. Want to meet tonight?

“Not tonight.”

Opening the door to his room, he replied bluntly. A faint chuckle came through the phone.

— Still mad because I didn’t show last time?

“Don’t be stupid. I’m at my parents’ place for my dad’s birthday.”

— Oh, right, that’s today?

“Call me later. I’m hanging up.”

Tossing his phone onto the bed, he flopped down and eventually drifted off to sleep.

***

He had a ridiculous dream. It had to be a dream because what was happening was utterly impossible.

In the dream, he wasn’t alone. Bent over the bed with his r*ar raised high, he was taking someone’s sizable manh*od into his backs*de.

“Ah! Ugh! Ngh! Ahh!”

The relentless thrusts shook his entire body, and he cried out shamelessly. Every time the thick head hit a certain spot inside him, pre-c*m dripped steadily from his m*mber. The man behind him didn’t let up, his sweet, lazy voice contrasting with his rough movements.

“Do you like it?”

“Y-yeah! Harder! Ahh, harder!”

“As much as you want.”

His body jerked violently as the man pulled his arms back, deepening their connection. Face pressed against the bed, tears streamed down as he sobbed.

“W-wait a sec—ahh!”

There was no escape. The repeated strikes to the same spot caused him to lose control, a stream of liquid leaking out like he was peeing. Finally, the man released his arms but didn’t withdraw. Instead, he flipped Gyuha onto his back, threw his legs over his shoulders, and resumed pounding.

As the tears in his eyes cleared, the man’s face came into view. Smiling wickedly as he thrust relentlessly, the bastard was none other than Lee Chayoung.

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