HH | Chapter 4.2

“Ah! Maybe you think I touched sir’s food without permission?”

Eunil, who had not caught the surprised raise of Leehyup’s eyebrow, excitedly launched into an explanation as if shaking off all his hesitation.

“The macarons I served Manager Jo were part of my own snack allowance. You might not have known, sir, but from the first day until now, every single day, the basket delivered to sir has included my snack too. Unlike me, who doesn’t like sweets, Manager Jo does, so I gave him my share.”

“I’m not the kind of person who just reaches out and takes whatever belongs to others.” Eunil finished the last sentence, his chest tight. Leehyup, who had been quietly looking down at him, slowly spoke.

“I guess, in your eyes, I seem like a pretty petty person. The type who acts proud over scraps of food.”

“Ah…”

No, that’s not it. Eunil hurried to deny it, his mouth opening and closing stiffly.

“I just… wanted to tell you that I’m not someone who casually touches other people’s things either.”

The confidence from earlier had vanished somewhere, and Eunil’s voice fell low and small. His head lowered with it.

So he couldn’t understand at all why he had used words like easy and vulgar, words that would make anyone bristle. Then, when he saw the pants dropping into his field of vision, he understood.

Leehyup was not someone you could apply common sense to. And Eunil, who liked someone like that, was not exactly conventional either, so he should stop complaining.

Under the pants that had fallen to the floor, underdrawers were placed, then a white shirt. Leehyup once again displayed his fully naked body in front of Eunil. It had become ordinary enough after seeing it so many times, but getting used to it was a different matter. Eunil’s eyes couldn’t stay still, wandering everywhere.

“Then wash up. I haven’t cleaned the bathroom yet, so I couldn’t put a robe out. I’ll clear this away, so…”

If you would just let go of my hand.

His wrist was caught in Leehyup’s hand and pulled along. The clothes he had picked up to move were scattered back to the floor, and the gloved hand fluttered in the air like a butterfly.

Leehyup tugged at the tiny knots at the fingertips one by one, exposing Eunil’s bare hand. Just that whole process was enough to make Eunil dizzy, and the destination he was dragged to by his wrist was right over Leehyup’s cock.

Eunil, unable to resist, left his hand there. He felt the entire process of it slowly swelling and rising. When Leehyup pressed down on the back of Eunil’s hand, Eunil grasped Leehyup’s thick shaft, and the brushing touch of coarse pubic hair made him dig deeper toward the base.

“You seem to like my cock.”

“…Yes.”

Even after Leehyup’s hand left his, the only reason Eunil was still holding the cock was that. Once the words were out, there was nothing left to be ashamed of. On top of that, Leehyup’s cock had grown so large that Eunil could clearly feel the veins and sinews in his palm. It was a physiological reaction, but he felt strangely happy. Eunil slowly slid the ring of his hand up from the base.

“It’s huge…”

“…Again.”

“The pubic hair is so thick too… the sound is like a violent downpour…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Mm… it’s something I don’t have… so… it’s amazing.”

“Again.”

Ah, a droplet gathered at the tip of Leehyup’s cock. It seemed to soak into Eunil’s hand, then gathered again, and again. Before long, Eunil’s hand was slick and wet. At first, the tentative touch had acquired a strangely sensual rhythm.

“It’s wet.”

“Again.”

“…It’s hot.”

“Who’s hot?”

Leehyup asked that, but unlike the state of his cock, he looked completely relaxed. He hooked the hem of Eunil’s T-shirt with his fingertips and deliberately scratched at Eunil’s nipple.

Hot! A short current shot straight through that place. He hadn’t expected to be touched there at all, but he also hadn’t expected such pleasure to rush through it like that.

“Me? Or Eunil?”

Leehyup asked. He circled around the nipple with his finger, again and again.

“Ah, haah… sir.”

“You’re hard.”

With the reaction so impossible to hide, Eunil lost the strength to keep it in. He panted out hot breaths and gripped Leehyup’s cock tightly. Leehyup’s fingertips brushed past the nipple and climbed up to the collarbone. His fully exposed chest swelled and fell over and over.

“Haa, haa, haa.”

“Can you feel the nipple?”

“Haa… yes…”

If not, his fingers, gripping the damp hem of his clothes, wouldn’t feel so disappointed. He wouldn’t be quivering his chest just to make even the slightest bit of contact.

Leehyup snorted. It was a mean little smile, as if he thought Eunil’s feelings were obvious, but Eunil didn’t want to think about anything while Leehyup was willingly teasing his nipple.

He simply followed his desire and pushed his chest forward. He bit down on the fabric that came rough and hard into his mouth, as if Leehyup were gagging him with his own clothes.

“Hngh!”

Leehyup seemed to support the nipple. He rubbed it with his thumb, then unexpectedly pressed down hard. It hurt. The shiver that followed was even greater.

“A fun spot.”

With a scientist’s face, Leehyup bent Eunil’s nipple. He flipped it this way and that, propped it up, then when Eunil had gotten used to it, scraped it down with his fingernail.

“Haah!”

The T-shirt that had been in Eunil’s mouth fell away. It covered Leehyup’s hand, but he didn’t care, continuing to toy with the nipple before groping at Eunil’s chest in full.

In Eunil’s fading vision, the shirt was seen trembling in lumpy waves. It felt as if even his sight was being toyed with. The more Leehyup kneaded him, the more a ticklish feeling rose deep in his belly, making him want to whine for no reason.

Eunil grabbed at the hem of Leehyup’s shirt. He pulled it all the way up, and as he watched his own chest bunch in Leehyup’s hand, he rubbed against Leehyup’s cock.

“Sir…”

His taut nipple was crushed beneath Leehyup’s hand. Hahh! Eunil quickly bit his lip at the wet breath that escaped without thinking, but the sound that came from his throat being pressed was even more sensual. Unable to do anything and yet still not wanting it to stop, Eunil felt ridiculous and embarrassed, and before he knew it he gave a faint smile.

In that instant, Leehyup’s hand, buried in the lowered gaze, came to a dead stop. He had been holding on tightly a moment ago, but now with one pushing motion he sent Eunil’s hand dropping too. His cock was still hot, but the atmosphere had cooled all at once, and Eunil lifted his face in confusion.

“Do you always smile like that, Eunil?”

“Huh?”

“To anyone, so slackly.”

“What… do you mean…”

Eunil unconsciously rubbed at the corners of his mouth. His pleasingly full lips were rubbed this way and that, rising and falling. Leehyup stared at the shape with eyes that seemed painful to look into.

“I thought there’d be a difference because you’re a man, but you’re no different from the other helpers.”

As he snapped at him with a faintly sour curl to his lips, Eunil still couldn’t keep up with the mood and only stared blankly.

“How long are you going to stand there? Didn’t you say you hadn’t finished cleaning?”

“Ah, no. I’m sorry.”

Wondering whether his smile really looked that strange, Eunil left the dressing room and went into the bathroom off the living room. He looked in the mirror and tried on a slight smile, then bared his teeth and smiled brightly too. An artificial smile couldn’t be natural, but it didn’t seem far off from what people called kind, and maybe even pretty.

Eunil grew quiet. Being scolded by someone he liked hit hard. And when he remembered how much he had enjoyed being touched, a sense of self-disgust came over him too.

So that was why he had said that. That Eunil was no different from the other helpers. Even the words madam Son had used during the interview came back to him.

That they had greed, and would throw themselves at anyone and anything. It seemed that, in Leehyup’s eyes, he was in the same category as those helpers, but he had nothing to say in his defense.

Eunil couldn’t honestly say he hadn’t felt greedy. He wanted Leehyup to touch him more. He wanted to be teased more indecently. He wanted to beg for even more.

Eunil let out a long sigh. It seemed he had fallen out of sir’s favor. Thinking back on those cold eyes directed at him made his pounding heart feel like it was dropping straight down. He couldn’t help thinking it was the result of that absurdly cautious hope having started to work again. If not for that, his feet wouldn’t feel so dark and hollow.

Ah… I hate this. Eunil hated this reality right now, and he hated that he had failed to control the hope he had been so wary of. Above all, he hated that even knowing that, he still couldn’t find his own direction for what he should do next.

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Eunil waited for Manager Jo more eagerly than he ever had. When Manager Jo finally came in carrying the food basket, Eunil led him to the dining table and set out a delicious-looking cake.

Manager Jo remained on edge, worried that he might run into Leehyup, but he was far more absorbed in eating the cake. Before long, he had completely forgotten Leehyup’s existence and started telling Eunil stories as if they were his own heroic tales.