Chapter 152

“Hh... hngh... haaah.......”

Gyeol’s body, which had been heaving for breath, slowly relaxed. Yo Han pressed his lips to the corners of Gyeol’s eyes and his forehead. When he gathered the tears clinging to the ends of Gyeol’s eyes with his lips, Gyeol’s eyelids trembled faintly.

Brushing back Gyeol’s sweat-dampened hair, Yo Han carefully released his cock.

As though it were nothing, he wiped the fluid coating his hand on his expensive designer pajamas, then idly stroked Gyeol’s stomach with his fingertips, where his pajama top had ridden up at some point. As expected, semen had splattered there as well.

Yo Han pulled his pajama top over his head and took it off. Then, as though it were a towel, he used it to wipe Gyeol’s stomach clean.

Only then did his head spin. They had spent so long heating up beneath the trapped blanket that there was not enough oxygen. The thick haze of both their pheromones had contributed as well.

He reached up and opened the blanket above their heads. That alone let the air-conditioned air flow inside, making the space beneath the blanket far more comfortable.

Ignoring the ache at the base of his cock, Yo Han lowered his gaze and checked on Gyeol.

“......Gyeol?”

“.......”

He had thought Gyeol was strangely quiet. Instead of an answer, he heard soft, even breathing. It seemed Gyeol had drifted off not long after coming.

“You really do whatever you want.”

His voice was full of tenderness and affection for the person he was describing.

Letting out a deep sigh, Yo Han considered the situation for a moment. He had his own problem to deal with, but he was not pleased by the idea of letting Gyeol sleep with his pants completely soaked either.

After a brief deliberation, Yo Han brushed Gyeol’s hair back with his clean hand and kissed the sleeping man’s lips. Then, with the front of his pants bulging conspicuously from his rigid erection, he calmly climbed out of bed.

***

Monitoring Cameras No. 19 and 20.

Situation at timestamp [02:19:24].

Both screens showing the bedroom in the main building of Ivory Mansion were steeped in darkness.

For a while, nothing moved on the wide-angle feed showing the bedroom from a distance. Then came a rustling sound.

A large figure seemed to flicker briefly into view.

But before it was possible to determine exactly who the silhouette belonged to, he strode toward Camera No. 19.

With a click, the screen went dark.

His footsteps then headed toward No. 20.

The final timestamps recorded by the two cameras were [02:21:10] and [02:21:49], respectively.

***

Monitoring Cameras No. 19 and 20.

Recording resumed at timestamp [07:10:19].

The first thing visible on the screen was the top of someone’s head.

When he stepped back several paces, Yo Han’s face came into view, his eyes narrowed as though he was still half asleep.

“We should negotiate the edit later.”

He spoke directly to the camera.

“I’ll discuss it separately with Producer Yoo.”

With those final words, Yo Han returned to the bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down beside Gyeol again.

Peaceful morning sunlight spread across their feet.

***

Gyeol woke at around eight in the morning.

“Ugh.......”

His head felt heavy, and the faint nausea in his stomach left him feeling awful. It seemed every drop of alcohol he had consumed the previous night had returned as a hangover.

“Haa.......”

Without even opening his eyes properly, Gyeol exhaled and shifted around. When he unconsciously rolled onto his side, his fingertips brushed against someone’s body.

“......?”

Frowning, Gyeol cracked his eyes open.

Yo Han was asleep beside him.

“.......”

For a moment, it did not feel real, and Gyeol merely blinked vacantly.

His sleeping face is beautiful.

Still foggy with sleep, the instinctive thought surfaced.

He wanted to touch Yo Han’s face.

Those sharply defined features filled with sunlight, his long eyelashes, his healthy-colored lips....

This was not the time to want to touch him.

His mind snapped awake, and everything that had happened the night before came flooding back at once.

Unfortunately, not a single detail was missing. Every moment remained vividly intact: the way he had whined and acted seductive with Yo Han, the way he had grabbed him to keep him from leaving before pulling him down and climbing on top, the way he had dragged the blanket over them and blamed Yo Han for having done the same thing before, and then what happened afterward.......

Gyeol Go. Have you completely lost your mind?

Gyeol’s eyes widened until they nearly popped out of his head. He almost cried out without realizing it and clamped both hands over his mouth.

He pulled the blanket over his head, hiding his body from the cameras. He was afraid they might capture how instantly his face had turned red.

His heart pounded from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

Lunatic. Fucking lunatic. Completely deranged bastard.

What the hell had he done? With the cameras running?

My last memory is....

Fuck. The memory of the moment he came filled Gyeol’s mouth with curses.

You lunatic. You deranged bastard.......

What made it even more absurd was that he remembered trying, in his own way, to keep quiet. He could simply not have done it in the first place. He could simply not have provoked Yo Han like that. Why the hell had he......?

After berating himself without end, Gyeol suddenly looked down.

His pajama top and bottoms did not match.

That’s strange. I’m sure I put on a matching set before dinner yesterday.

The bottoms were not even pajama pants. He was wearing a pair of shorts he had never seen before, and they were far too large.

Gyeol’s eyes narrowed. He remembered the wet sounds and the heat between his legs.

Ah, fuck. Swallowing the curse gathered on his tongue, Gyeol pieced the situation together.

Yo Han changed my clothes.

Then Yo Han had cleaned everything up, wiped him down, and dressed him in his own shorts?

Gyeol did not remember even a fragment of it.

Unable to believe it, he cautiously pulled open the waistband of the shorts. Then, feeling like he wanted to cry, he closed it again. He was wearing nothing beneath them.

......If I ever drink again, I’m a dog. Seriously.

No matter how difficult it was to endure the romantic tension between himself and Yo Han while sober, how could he cause trouble once before and then do something like this a second time?

Wait, then... with all the cameras still running, did he carry me out from under the blanket and take me to the bathroom?

At times like this, he wished he were stupid. If his mind did not work so well, he would not have to recall every detail and suffer over it. Instead, his sharp mind was busy listing every offense, mistake, and failure he had committed one by one.

Gyeol scrubbed roughly at his burning face and decided that he had to salvage the situation somehow. He could ask the production staff to edit it out... No, before that, what would they do about what had happened beneath the blanket? There were far too many things bothering him, leaving his thoughts hopelessly tangled.

Then his gaze suddenly landed on Yo Han’s completely exposed upper body.

Gyeol flinched and recoiled.

Why is this man sleeping half naked?

Unaware that he had soiled Yo Han’s pajamas and that Yo Han had sacrificed the only set he had brought while cleaning and caring for him, Gyeol decided that he needed to escape from the bed first. After what he had done the night before, he had no confidence that he could lie beside Yo Han and face him.

He was just about to roll sideways and slip away when a thick arm suddenly wrapped around his waist and pulled him sharply backward.

Because his body was dragged upward at an angle, Gyeol’s head popped out from beneath the blanket.

“Where... are you going......?”

A husky voice, rough with sleep, fell from above his head. Yo Han appeared to be awake.

Even the heavens were heartless. They never once took pity on him.

“...The bath. Room.”

Without realizing it, Gyeol answered stiffly, blurting out whatever came to mind.

“...Is it urgent?”

The unexpected question caught him off guard.

Was it urgent? Whether it was or not, was it not embarrassing to answer that honestly?

Hearing Yo Han ask the sort of question Gyeol would only ask Yuli made his thought process grind to a halt.

“Doesn’t seem urgent.......”

Having decided that entirely on his own, Yo Han wrapped both arms around Gyeol’s chest and flat stomach and pulled him tightly against his body.

“It—it is urgent, you know?”

“Mmm.......”

Gyeol answered belatedly, but Yo Han showed no intention of letting him go. Tilting his head, he rubbed his face against the back of Gyeol’s neck, then buried it ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) in the delicate skin where his shoulder met his neck and inhaled deeply.

That tickles.

His shoulders jerked upward. Curling in on himself, Gyeol stretched out an arm and gripped the edge of the mattress, trying somehow to escape Yo Han’s embrace.

“...Did you sleep well?”

“......Yes.”

This did not seem like the time to ask whether Gyeol had slept well. Yo Han’s own voice was completely hoarse.

Unlike Gyeol, who had slept deeply, Yo Han seemed utterly exhausted. Or was that only his imagination?

“That’s good.......”

“...What about you, Yo Han?”

“It was fine, I guess.......”

Apparently, he had not slept well. Considering that he had washed Gyeol and even changed his clothes, perhaps that was only natural.

“.......”

A deep breath scattered against the back of Gyeol’s neck.

Did he fall asleep again?

His face blazing red, Gyeol remained trapped, unable to move one way or the other, before tightening his grip. He intended to use his strength to pull himself free of Yo Han’s arms, but as expected, the other man was not so easily dealt with.

Rendering his efforts meaningless, Yo Han abruptly dragged him back again and wrapped him securely in his arms.

“I said I’m going to the bathroom.......”

Gyeol’s words died in his throat.

Huh.

What was that? Something seemed to be pressing against the underside of his ass.

Gyeol froze.

It possessed such an enormous presence that there was no possible way to mistake it. Something heavy and hard was pressed firmly against the lower curve of his ass.