CH 24.3

t/n: nsfw in the middle

Yaba got into the van and left the mansion. As the sun went down, he was driven through a dark alley when he heard a horn behind him. Imsoo, who was sitting next to him, looked back and wrinkled his brow. At that moment, a sleek silver car passed quickly and narrowly blocked the van. The thugs cursed and as they made a sudden stop, the body leaned forward enough to pour out the intestines.

Cha Yiseok got out of the car and opened the rear door of the van. His hand snatched Yaba’s hand. Imsoo grabbed Cha Yiseok’s hand and stopped him.

“Let go. He has to go to the store now.”

“I’ll take him there.”

“You can’t—”

“I can. I’ll let you know that I feel very shitty right now.”

“If you keep breaking the store rules, you will be in trouble. The same goes for Yaba.”

“He keeps making me break the rules.”

As soon as the words ran out, Cha Yiseok pulled Yaba out of the van. The power of his squeezing grip was ferocious. The steps that moved had no consideration. Cha Yiseok’s hand, which had its bandage taken off, suddenly entered his vision. His hands were clean with no scars. Yaba had heard earlier that he drank tea with Cocaine. There was only one person who could miraculously heal his hand like that.

He shook off the hand and walked without looking back. The man grabbed his arm again and shoved Yaba into the passenger seat. Without a moment to get his body up, he got into the driver’s seat. The car started with a rough noise. Cha Yiseok stepped on the accelerator and turned a curve into a remote alley to get away from the van. The car drove down a busy alley and stopped in front of a dead end building. He pressed his temples as if the headache had relapsed. He opened his mouth, looking ahead.

“Why are you here?”

“I came because I was called.”

“I didn’t know you were someone who would go to anyone when called.”

“Didn’t you know that it’s my job to go when called?”

“Don’t go again.”

“No.”

“I told you not to go.”

“No.”

The sharp gaze narrowed.

“Next time, it may not end with Cha Myunghwan just taking off your mask.”

“Can’t I take my mask off? A lot of people are curious about the face under the mask. I can show them my face no matter how tasteless it may be. The customer is the king.”

The cramped feeling like that of being sucked into a vacuum came through the gaze. He didn’t know how Cha Yiseok knew and got here, but he knew very well why he came running.

“Why? Are you afraid that I will tell Cha Myunghwan everything?”

“Jang Sejin. 23 years old. 41 Nangok-dong. At the age of 14, he was reported missing and died. His mother died on the street more than 10 years ago, his older brother is missing, and his father died of brain death after two years of battling disease. Tell me if I’m wrong.”

Yaba’s throat was choked at the sudden words. It was pouring out so quickly that he didn’t even know it was about him. Cha Yiseok turned his gaze at an angle and gritted his teeth.

“Come on, try me.”

Yaba looked at him fiercely. The hand healed by Cocaine pierced his vision. The tip of his lips trembled. It was the silence to prevent the leak of secrets that brought the back hole to a climax. The balance between emotions and body was messed up. He must have given that hand to Cocaine. Cocaine must have held his hand and sang. To Cocaine! To Cocaine!

“Did you think that if you threatened me with something like that, I would bow down to you? Sorry, but you did something pointless. I’m not afraid of anything like you.”

With that tongue, he could control Cha Myunghwan as much as he wanted. In order to sing, he didn’t have to practice vocalization, he didn’t have to learn the lyrics, he just had to convince the listener. He wanted to sing. He didn’t dislike Cha Myunghwan, who was anxious to hear his songs.

“You are more of a coward than Cha Myunghwan. Cha Myunghwan puts me at ease by revealing his feelings honestly and stupidly. So I like it. I like singing in front of him. I will come tomorrow and the day after tomorrow when Cha Myunghwan calls. I’m going to sing to him! I like singing in front of him! I like— !”

A spark flashed in Cha Yiseok’s eyes. He pulled back Yaba’s head. He pressed his lips together and sucked and chewed his tongue. A groan escaped from the stinging pain. He roughly removed Yaba’s mask. A dark red mask fell to the floor. The tongue, which invaded his mouth, stabbed deep into his throat like an act of copulation, and then repeatedly escaped.

He slapped his shoulder but the movement of his tongue deepened. Cha Yiseok pulled Yaba and put him on his thigh. He pulled up his shirt and bit his nipples. Everywhere he looked, his skin trembled. He took his hand inside Yaba’s crotch and ripped his pants off. As he shoved through the gap exposed through the panties, his entrance was revealed. He grabbed Yaba’s soft genitals and with his other hand unzipped his belt. An overbearingly erect penis bounced off.

It pierced Yaba’s hole as if it were a matter of course. Yaba bit his lower lip and swallowed a scream. His entrance trembled at the pressure. He lifted his back a few times, then lowered it and started hitting it straight up. There was no comfort or consideration. It was ruthless and obscene. He shook his head and tried to run away from the madness. He grabbed Yaba’s waist and turned it around, squeezing it up elastically. The copulation of flesh, which was filled with sensitive nerves, reminded him of the pleasures of that night.

“Hargh… uhhng… !”

Cha Yiseok put his ear to Yaba’s lips, muffling his voice. As his body tried to bounce back in the harsh recoil, he wrapped himself around the nape of his neck. His hands wrapped in cream-colored gloves looked like a bloodless corpse. Somewhere, he heard footsteps. Yaba swallowed his moan. You never know what’s going on inside a tinted car. Maybe you know it by the shaking of the car.

The colorful night view through the window turned gray. A car filled with only stimuli was like a closed pleasure house. He shoved his arm behind Yaba’s knee and lifted it high. The legs were wide open, and the bond deepened.

“Haa… ugh…”

“Heut, ahh…”

His dark pupils were scattered with excitement and heat. The thrusts came without notice. The insides containing Cha Yiseok seemed to be swept away and tangled together. He chewed on the nape of Yaba’s neck and let out a thick moan. The regular thrusts have lost their direction indiscriminately. Yaba’s penis came out through the gap in his pants and was swept away by Cha Yiseok’s clothes.

The car also shook. His lower abdomen hardened as he bounced his hips, and hot things flowed back into his inner wall. The semen clinging to the inside flowed back the way it came. While pouring out, he persistently dug into the interior where pleasure was concentrated. A lukewarm erection of Yaba’s penis spurted cum a little, and dirtied his shirt.

Cha Yiseok gently moved his penis and sucked on Yaba’s chin. In the dark car, a clear gaze was intertwined. Yaba gasped lightly. His whole body was exhausted. It was not long after the sound of each other’s breathing filled the void.

“When I deal with you, I lose control.”

His voice softened, but his fierce eyes seemed to burn his retina. Yaba looked at the latent heat with blurred eyes and said.

“I want to sing…”

His eyes twinkled in the twilight. He wanted to hold onto the shaking.

“I want to sing. I want to sing…”

It sounded like he was talking to himself. The eunuchs, unable to reproduce, sow songs like spores. So their songs were gloomy and poisonous. Yaba opened his eyes as he touched his hand around his neck. He whispered as he looked into those eyes that reflected nothing.

“I will sing to Cha Myunghwan. If he calls for me, I will go as called. Don’t rashly stop me before my tongue is cut off because it’s impossible.”

It will probably be like that. Anyway, the personal information Cha Yiseok found out was useless. The advantageous hand came back to him. So he could have kept the secret if left alone for a moment.

Cha Yiseok lowered his eyes, hiding his dark eyes. A finger that looked ascetic slid into Yaba’s mouth and touched his tongue. Cha Yiseok’s facial features soaked in the veil of the night were even more decadent. His eyes, lifted up again, were as terrifying as the forked tongues of a snake.

“Then we can destroy Cha Myunghwan’s ear hole.”

He was hopelessly determined.

“Before that, I’ll deal with your tongue first.”

Cha Yiseok swallowed Yaba’s lips and sucked his tongue out. He bit as he was about to cut it.

***

It was already almost time to get off work, so Yaba went straight to the dormitory. As soon as he got home, he laid down on the bed. The bottom still felt like it was melting. The tailoring inside the crotch was torn, and the bottom of the panties stretched as much as it was and had to be changed. Still, he didn’t have the energy to lift a finger. Cha Yiseok did not give any medicine today yet he took his medicine fee. It was okay since he was familiar with the method of calculating the interest through Paradiso.

Cha Yiseok grimaced all the way to the dorm. The headache was still severe. Although it wasn’t a healer’s song, he was told that the song itself had some healing effect. He would quickly fall asleep to the lullaby he sang. If he could forget his headache the moment he heard the song… Yaba, recalling being thrusted by the hot thing, jumped up. He cleared his neck and practiced vocalization.

Aahhh~~~ Ah~~~~~~

His voice cracked as he moaned earlier. No one was watching, and if it didn’t work, he could temper it thousands of times. After 30 minutes of vocal practice, his back was sweaty. He ran straight to the bathroom and washed his body. He practiced vocalization while foaming his body. He looked at his reflection in the mirror with one eye. It was strange. It couldn’t happen overnight, but it looked like he lost a little weight and his eyes looked bigger than yesterday. He went out and took an antidepressant.