“Ahnh…….”

Lying face-down in an awkward posture on top of the thinly spread blanket, I slipped a finger into my ass and let out a small moan.

I wasn’t turned on at all, and it only felt weird, so I hurriedly dug up the memory of the night before last when I’d faced Baek Beomgu.

Do you like me that much? — as he looked down at me with a face that seemed a little mixed up, almost with a touch of pity……,

the moment I pictured him, my dick started getting hard little by little.

As I got more erect, the back that had been clamping down hard around my finger seemed to breathe a little and loosen up.

If I came once, I might be able to get deeper. I groaned and changed my posture.

With one cheek pressed to the floor and my hips lifted, I held my dick with one hand and barely managed to push one finger into the hole that was tightly shut like a shell with the other.

No, this is way too hard…….

While I concentrated on the frown between my brows and moving my fingers, my head was spinning even more.

So, until now, all I’d done was keep shouting “You’re handsome” because I was afraid that if I said directly, “Just looking at your face makes me way too horny and your existence gets replaced in my head with the word sex,” I’d get hit.

When I heard “Do you like me that much?” I thought.

Actually, isn’t the feeling of “liking someone” supposed to be longer, deeper, thicker……, something like that?

Even when I was pretty good at noticing girls’ feelings and leaned on them a lot and got comfort from them, I’d never gone so far as to think I “liked” them.

So…… I should’ve answered that it wasn’t like I liked him that much or anything.

Gasp. If I say I like you, will you fuck me?

That thought suddenly shot through my head.

A boy who was better at acting cute than acting cool, and who lived off the warmth of girls — in other words, someone whose instincts were terrifyingly good at catching exactly where I could dig in.

That instinct worked just the same even if the other person was a man whose height was closer to two meters than 190.

Yes, I like you that much…… face and body… that’s all it is….

I left out the rest and answered.

It was truly the skill of the son of Jo Jeonghwa, the flower street beggar who’d allegedly hypnotized every rich woman in this city over the course of more than twenty years.

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What men can’t forget is not their first love, but their first sex. I was certain of it. I wasn’t the only one whose brain and dick were linked together, and of the two, the dick was the main body.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t my first sex, but sex with Baek Beomgu was like the first door opening into a new world. The ecstasy of having sex with a face so exactly my type that my dick stood up just from looking and pre-cum seemed like it would leak out.

You only know that by experiencing it. ……A know-it-all line that only works because I’d done it.

Honestly, I could’ve taken my virginity within an hour, three times over. So even if a day passed before I went, I could’ve just claimed, “I already ran two rounds last night,” and insisted on it, but I decided to take a little more time.

Among the few things I’d learned from my pro street-beggar couch-dad (a.k.a. my father) that would actually be useful in life, one was this: [A lie you slap together in 0.1 seconds is better than one you overwork].

Rather than speaking unnaturally and stretching things out because you’re trying to think about how not to get caught, it sounds more natural to just answer the other person’s question roughly and add flesh to the lie. It was a method that worked with a little shamelessness.

But…… I was still a beginner. If I didn’t put some effort into it, I got anxious and couldn’t help it.

I set up the frame as: I did it for the first time, it hurt there, and my muscles cramped up everywhere so I rested in bed for a day, then I stuck three fingers in by myself. It didn’t hurt, and it wasn’t like it only felt weird.

After I kept poking around, it even felt like the inside might be heating up a little. Pressing in while pushing down inside felt a bit teasing and made my lower stomach tighten, which honestly didn’t feel bad. In the end, after stroking the front and coming to the finish, I lay there and thought,

Hm. It’s the partner that matters, not this act itself.

So after I’ve once gone crazy and really done it properly while licking that face all over, I might not even want to do it a second time.

Maybe I thought that because I felt like if I just a little more, I might be able to feel something. During the two nights I’d decided to wait properly, I’d poked around a bit obsessively, and I could clearly feel the entrance slightly swollen.

Thinking that if I’d been with some guy and come back saying I did it, nobody would doubt it, I headed out of the house in high spirits, but my father blocked my steps.

“When are you leaving?”

Since I was already standing at the front door with my shoes on, getting ready to leave, it wasn’t a question just for today. I, who still had just the right amount of shamelessness missing to comfortably freeload off someone, was left speechless and scratched the back of my head.

“You said you’d leave once you found money or a job. And you’re still rolling around here like it’s your own damn room? You’re a freeloader, punk.”

The woman was still sitting in the living room, but her words were blunt. Maybe she’d opposed being told to get out in midwinter because she cared, but now even she seemed to want me gone. She only glanced at the entryway where the conversation was happening, then picked up the remote and changed the channel.

Finally. My heart, which had been overexcited about the idea of fighting Baek Beomgu, sank.

Ah, I’m screwed…….

For the first time in weeks, that thought crossed my mind.

The little money I’d saved was all already being eaten away bit by bit because I’d been doing nothing but going to see Baek Beomgu.

The conversation ended with me somehow getting a one-month grace period, but a warning light came on in my head for the first time, after I’d been living far too comfortably with no plan. Unable to go get my first time in the back while my mind was so scattered, I ended up locking myself in my room for another day.

And as soon as I woke up the next morning, I regretted it. Because Baek Beomgu wasn’t someone I could just meet in front of his house anytime.

I couldn’t tell if he wasn’t coming home or wasn’t coming out, or if he was coming in too early or too late. There were always days I couldn’t run into him once every two or three days, and the one day I’d been able to see his face with a hundred percent certainty so far was Sunday.

A day when he was freer than Friday or Saturday, could roughly gauge the sales, took a look around the alley and came home before it got too late at night!

Missing Sunday……. More than being told to move out, that was what hurt the most, and I completely forgot about worrying about the future again.

I’d blown all my saved money and had nowhere to go and nothing to do, but I still had to go collect what I’d been promised. If I missed it now, I had no idea when another chance like this would come.

I didn’t know at the time, and only found out later. The day I’d blown off and gone to see him was the day old-generation territory fighting broke out again in the nightclub Baek Beomgu had shut down.

The guys who came in saying they couldn’t accept the son inheriting it, so let’s decide the owner again, used the excuse to bring up money due to them.

Actually, these recent territorial disputes between organizations were something a little more refined than a real fistfight.

They’d sit around a dim table, subtly show off that they had the guts to get hold of at least one gun somewhere, compare which politician they kept in the back pocket had the bigger body, and start a bragging contest about who had the drug routes or gun routes open, and how many more they had.

At the end, if one side naturally bowed its head, that was that.

Less damage than a fight, while still keeping up appearances. In its own way, both sides got something out of it.

And Baek Beomgu had zero interest in that new-school kind of hierarchy-building. Comparing, calculating, and tidying things up like that didn’t suit his temperament at all.

He just clenched his fist at “if an unverified son inherited it, it’s basically ownerless,” his eyes went wild at the mention of money due, and when they said they’d recently gotten something good and showed the gun barrel at their waist, he started going berserk.

When someone showed a gun, he didn’t hear “oh, that bastard has a gun.” He heard “what, you want to see whether the gun or the fist wins?” The blood of a man like that was surging hot inside him.

I beat the priceless opponent I could pour my strength into to my heart’s content. So what if they came with guns tucked into their waistbands. Their heads got slammed against the table before they even had time to reach out.

People and objects were broken, torn apart, shattered. When the fight, which was beyond old-fashioned and almost beast-level, ended, one side of the nightclub was completely devastated.

I didn’t think about what came after. I swept away not only the guys who’d come, but also the people waiting outside. After that, Baek Beomgu came out still seething with the afterglow of a one-sided fight.

I wasn’t fully calm yet, but I’d already beaten everyone there was to beat. I wasn’t so out of my mind that I’d smash the innocent fixtures in my own place. I just stood there in the storm of adrenaline that felt like it would only go away if I jumped into ice water or ran around a park a hundred times.

Cheolhee, who came in late and cleaned up the situation, put the excited Beomgu in a car and drove him home instead.

And in the heat-laced silence, while we were heading up along the long wall around the house, I said,

Stop the car.

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