Ita went out briefly. It looked like he was opening and closing the refrigerator. He returned with a drink and handed Orum the bottle. Orum did not even have the strength to refuse. While Orum popped the cap and drank, Ita watched him silently. His gaze lingered for too long. It was lowly, animalistic. But it was also unvarnished and honest. Ita sat down on the bed. He stretched out his neck, propped his chin in his hand, and asked Orum.

“Is it tasty?”

“……”

Grapefruit-flavored ion drink. It had not been in the house. He had probably bought it at a convenience store on the way. On purpose? Why? Whether he knew Orum was still confused or not, Ita stretched and said,

“I’ve never seen someone living in a house without a door lock.”

“……”

“You’re a fuck interesting person, Teacher.”

If you had rummaged through the bag once, could you not rummage through it twice? It seemed he had found the key and opened the door on his own. Interesting. The fact that a situation so poor he could not even install a separate door lock felt interesting to that kid. Orum was dumbfounded.

“Do you always pour it down like that without thinking about your alcohol tolerance?”

“No. I’ve never been like this.”

“Good.”

What exactly was good, and to whom? What was good? Just before he asked Ita back, Orum suddenly looked at him. Ita was checking his fingernails and whistling softly.

And Orum thought for the first time in his life that he wanted to die.

By this point, dying was closer to sorting things out than acting on impulse. For a life like this, enough was enough.

The Orum of the past had been a genius. He ran toward “normal” glory in a conservative household. A professorship was the only future. He wanted to share that future with Yunhyeok. But he failed to get appointed, he had foolishly been deceived by Yunhyeok, and the lover married ostentatiously and built a “normal” family. What was left was sickness and debt. He had not met anyone’s expectations. He had not accomplished a single thing properly.

While he kept getting disappointed one after another, someone else had grown dazzlingly. Just like Eom Ita. Not afraid of challenges, and armed with the shamelessness of not even considering failure.

Orum’s breathing grew ragged. The fact that he had to feel the class gap from a mere student was maddeningly humiliating.

The reason Ita was touching Orum was simple. Because it was fun. Orum was not unaware of that. There was no way he could be. So Orum wanted to die even more. I can’t do anything right, and some kid who seems at least ten years younger than me is prowling around me and trying to get my weakness in his hands. A sense of self-contempt accompanied by a headache surged in.

While Orum was sinking into despair, Ita took advantage of the moment and got up from the bed. He circled the room once around the bed and came back to Orum. In silence, in darkness, Ita looked even stranger than usual. As Orum agonized over how to get this kid out quickly, Ita suddenly threw out something out of nowhere.

“Teacher, you’re not a man, right?”

“……What?”

He truly did not understand. It was such a strange thing to say that he almost wondered if he had heard wrong because he was drunk. Ita raised a hand and, hmm, rubbed his chin. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

“Take your clothes off.”

He was not joking.

There was not a hint of playfulness.

Before Orum could object, Ita lightly climbed on top of him. Before Orum knew it, he had trapped Orum between his legs and was pressing him down as if he meant to crush his shoulders. In an instant, their bodies overlapped. Looking at Orum, whose face had turned deathly pale, Ita hummed.

“Maybe you’re a woman with really, really small breasts. I like small breasts too. If they look sexy.”

Orum was stunned. This guy was really insane. He pushed with all his strength toward the other side, but Ita did not budge. Trapped in Ita’s arms, Orum struggled.

“Mo, move... What are you doing...!”

“No? You’re not? Then why do you look so fuck hot?”

Ita grabbed Orum’s face as if covering it with one hand. It was tremendous grip strength. At the pain as if his jaw were about to break, Orum stopped all movement. He could only tremble.

“Even if I’m swimming in money,”

“……”

“I think I need to get hush money from you, Teacher.”

Orum immediately understood what Ita was talking about. The diary.

He was scared. So scared he felt like vomiting at any moment. Tears started welling up. Even in this situation, Orum found himself deeply disgusting for reacting to Ita’s touch. Ita let out an irritated sound as if tired.

“Can you stay still?”

“……Wh-why are you...!”

“If you want to get kicked out of school and become a fuck sponge for random men you’ve never even met, keep fuck around.”

Orum could no longer resist. It did not take long to realize he could not win. Ita met Orum’s eyes from the distance where their lips were almost touching. Through those pitch-black pupils like the inside of a jaw, Orum himself was reflected, desperately holding back tears without knowing how or where this would end. Complete defeat. The winner was the other side.

Ita stroked along Orum’s ear and neck. He suddenly recalled the many days he had approached Orum while hiding his claws and chuckled. The harvest born of proper patience was this enjoyable and sweet. Now. Let’s see how sweet it is. I have to get my money’s worth. Otherwise there was no point in my enduring all this time.

Teacher.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts……”

To escape from under Ita’s body, Orum twisted his brows and turned his body. But pushing him off by his own strength had been impossible from the start because of the physical gap. The shoulder crushed under Ita’s grip brought a dull pain that felt like the bones would misalign.

“It hurts, it really hurts……”

The plea he barely managed to spit out was already soaked through with moisture. Hearing the sniffling sound, Ita suddenly stopped moving and quietly looked at Orum. Eyes filled with tears and losing focus, transparent drops hanging from the tips of his eyelashes.

By contrast, only a smile remained on Ita’s face, a smile that looked similar to the one of a boy happily tearing off cicada wings one by one on a summer day, both innocent and cruel.

Ita raked over Orum inch by inch with a gaze that seemed like it would lick up even his soul. The sight of Orum gasping and swallowing his sobs as his body rose and fell set Ita’s appetite aflame. Ita wiped Orum’s wet cheek with his thumb.

“Sto, stop……”

“What do you mean stop. Hold it in.”

The desperate appeal, feeble as if it might be cut off at any moment and having nowhere to go, scattered into the air. Ita moistened his lips with his tongue and muttered a curse in a low voice.

“Ah, fuck, am I a homo too? Can I suck your dick, Teacher?”

“?! Ah, no,”

It was not a question expecting an answer. Before Orum could even let out a dry scream, Ita grabbed Orum’s pants and yanked them down roughly. The metallic sound of the zipper being pulled down ripped through the silence. The sound of the belt striking the floor seemed especially loud. After yanking Orum’s underwear down beneath his thighs in one shot, Ita swallowed Orum’s exposed sex into his mouth. Before the empty cold could even brush his lower body, Ita’s hot mouth had completely trapped Orum.

“Mmng, ah, ahuuh!”

Orum seized Ita’s hair tightly. With a body soaked in alcohol, there was no way he could beat Ita.

The situation flowed strangely. Orum was helpless, losing any immunity to the primary-colored pleasure he had never felt before. The hot, sticky lining inside the mouth. A flash exploded in Orum’s head. The tongue tip persistently tormented the urethra, then sucked up the shaft as if drinking candy through a straw.

“Hhngh, uuhh!….”

It was on a completely different level from the sex Orum had known. This was not something polite that asked for permission, carefully read the other person’s mood, and moved back and forth as if performing a sacred ritual. This was raw stimulation that severed the threads of reason all at once.

His waist instinctively jerked upward. Ita, as if mocking that honest reaction, opened his throat and took in all of Orum. Each time the wet tongue licked and pressed on the sensitive spots, Orum threw his head back and ground his feet hard against the sheet.

The flimsy sense of self was now crumbling miserably under an unprecedented barrage of sensation. In the place where moral ideas, social status, and face had once been considered, only the reflexive pleasure surging from his peripheral nerves remained. Rolling the blunt flesh in his mouth, Ita half-squinted and watched Orum’s flushed face with terrifying persistence. That pitiful look mixed with pain, humiliation, and arousal was the very data Ita had wanted so badly.

Orum’s black pupils rolled upward little by little, revealing the whites. He was helplessly accepting the joy his body was crying out for. The moment Ita’s large hand seized the tender flesh on the inside of Orum’s thigh, Orum shook violently as if electrocuted. Suppressed moans leaked out in streams.

“No, no, no, ohh, ah, ah!”

The feeling of release surged up. Orum spilled his white fluid without his will. Ita did not avert it, and swallowed not a single drop, as if it were a trophy proving possession. The sound of semen going down his throat rang in the room. Orum looked at Ita with a stunned expression. Ita licked the liquid left at the corner of his mouth with his tongue and smiled.

“W-why did you eat that...!”

“It’s my business.”

After the indifferent answer, Ita casually began taking off his own clothes. The naked body revealed the moment his top fell to the floor was far more imposing than Orum had expected.