The young man tightened his grip on the glass in his hand, the feeling of anger leaving him unsure of what to do. At that very moment, the voice of his first love rang out, accompanied by an awkward smile, as if trying to explain something.

“Dating….. it’s a bit odd to put it that way, but yes, that’s the case. I’m living with someone now……Ah, I’m only back in the country for a short while this time, so I came alone.”

The friend suddenly fell silent, as if doused with cold water. At the same time, the young man quietly took a trembling breath.

‘He said he already has someone. Someone he’s living with.’

Even though, at this moment, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: ‘Serves that annoying friend right.’ it brought no sense of joy. Because he himself was sinking into despair.

The young man’s first love was not the type to easily change their heart. Moreover, even when relationships grew closer, he always maintained a certain boundary. So, if he was willing to live with someone, that person must be someone he truly, deeply loved.

There was no hope at all. Though he hadn’t expected anything from the start, the young man still felt a lingering attachment, and now he was utterly devastated, burying his face in the table. He felt like crying.

The man sitting across from him, silently listening and observing, smiled faintly, a hint of mystery in his expression, and whispered:

 “You like him that much, huh?”

The young man no longer had the strength to respond, so he just gave a slight nod. The foreign man clicked his tongue softly and let out a sound that seemed like a mocking laugh. It felt as though he muttered something dangerously: “Quite the popular type, aren’t you, Jeong Taei?”

‘Huh…..? Did I just hear the name of my first love?’

However, when he looked up, sensing something unusual, the only thing that met the young man’s eyes was the foreign man sitting across from him, acting as if nothing had happened, quietly taking a sip of his drink. When their gazes met, the man smiled gently. The young man tilted his head in confusion, thinking he must have misheard.

Meanwhile, at the table behind them, the conversation continued—or rather, it was more like scattered remarks than a real dialogue, as the exchanges were so sparse. The first love’s confession about living with someone else seemed to have been a major shock to his friend as well, leaving them nearly speechless. At this point, the young man realized that the friend must also still harbor deep feelings for his first love. Well, it made sense—otherwise, no matter how strong-willed they might be, that friend wouldn’t have gone so far as to cause the incident back then.

For some reason, both his friend and himself seemed pitiable in the young man’s eyes. But upon reflection, he found himself even more pitiful. After all, his friend had once dated and embraced that first love—handsome and gentle. And what about him? He hadn’t even held hands with him, not even once. The young man hung his head in dejection, lost in his melancholy thoughts.

“…..So, if you goes abroad again, I guess I won’t see you anymore, huh?”

The friend’s firm voice rang out, accompanied by the click of a lighter igniting a cigarette. It was a cold tone, trying to sound calm, but the underlying tremor of unease was unmistakable. The young man knew this habit of his friend all too well, and surely, so did his first love. With a hint of awkwardness in his voice, the first love gently reassured:

“Yeah, probably. But you never know what life has in store—if it’s meant to be, then…..”

“Alright. Fine. Anyway, the relationship between you and me ended back then. I have no intention of bringing it up or saying anything more….. But.”

“Phew…..” – The friend exhaled a puff of smoke, and the words paused for a moment.

“Back then, we broke up in such an unfinished way. We never got the chance to really say things clearly to each other.”

“Uh….. the last time was when we broke up at the police station, wasn’t it?”

The first love recounted this seriously. The young man thought to himself: ‘He sure has a knack for ruining the mood at the most random times, doesn’t he?’ It seemed the friend felt the same, as he stayed silent for a moment without saying a word.

“That’s why! That’s why! This time, let’s break up properly!”

“Huh? …..Properly?”

“Yeah, like this. ――Hyung, take care. Find someone good and live happily, okay?”

The friend spoke decisively, though a bit agitated, still trying his best to remain calm. It was his way of ending everything in his own terms.

The first love stayed silent for a moment before responding:

“Yeah, you too, Sangjin. Find someone good and make sure to be happy.”

There was the sound of the friend nodding as he replied: “Mm.”

Although he tried to sound composed, there was a faint tremor at the end of his words, as if unable to completely hide the emotions welling up inside.

They had parted ways.

This was something the young man had secretly wished for in a small corner of his heart. There were moments in the past when his pain was so overwhelming that he had hoped for their breakup. But now, hearing those words of parting spoken behind him, his heart unexpectedly ached as well.

‘That’s right, I need to let go. Goodbye, and live a truly happy life.’

The young man whispered those words in his heart.

And then, at that very moment.

“Alright then, for the last time, say you love me.”

The friend’s bold voice rang out. The young man nearly choked in surprise. The bittersweet ache in his heart from moments earlier vanished instantly, replaced by a blazing fire of jealousy.

‘You broke up already, so what’s all this love nonsense? Love, my foot! If you’re breaking up, then just end it cleanly, for heaven’s sake!’

It wasn’t clear if the young man’s mental outburst reached the ears of his first love, but the latter looked visibly confused and asked back:

“Huh? What did you say?”

“You don’t know? A breakup has to come with a heartfelt confession. The last memory should be something beautiful. Come on, say it already!”

“No, but I already have someone else, and I don’t love you anymore…..”

“――Don’t say that! You disappeared without even a proper goodbye, never thinking about the pain I endured all this time, did you? Is it too much to ask for just one sentence at the end? Do you even know what my last memory of you is? Can’t you leave me with at least one beautiful memory at the very end? Why are you like this?! Does it absolutely have to end on such a bitter note?!”

The friend’s voice turned sharp and icy. That temper of his truly hadn’t changed at all.

The first love looked utterly bewildered. After a long pause, he mumbled awkwardly:

“But that kind of thing…..”

However, the faint and bitter tone in his voice seemed to signal that everything would unfold just as the friend had insisted.

As expected, when the friend called out softly yet firmly, almost like a warning: “Hyung!” it made the first love sigh deeply and click his tongue in resignation. He dug up emotions long buried and brought them to the surface in this moment.

“Alright. …..Sangjin, take care. Thank you for everything. Because of you, I was really happy. I loved—”

“Present tense, please!”

“…..I love you.”

It seemed the first love decided it was best to just say it outright. And for someone who knew his friend’s personality so well, the young man understood that when his friend got so furious his eyes turned white, he could do anything—perhaps even something as extreme as resorting to violence. So, he thought it was a wise decision on the first love’s part.

Even so, knowing all this, the young man’s heart couldn’t help but ache upon hearing those words.

‘If only I could have heard those words too, just once.’

‘What is this? Why did I call him here today? Was it just to do something nice for someone else? What is this…..?’

A sudden wave of self-pity washed over him.

So, seeing the young man’s face on the verge of tears, his lips slightly pouting, the foreign man sitting across from him, who had been quietly drinking all this time, finally set his glass down. When the young man glanced toward the source of the sound, he saw the foreign man’s lips curl into a faint smile. His sharp eyes glimmered with a vague hint of cruelty.

“Even I rarely get to hear a confession like that…..”

“Huh?”

“No, what I mean is, don’t look so sad. That’s right, if there’s something you want to say, just say it. Who knows when you’ll get another chance to meet. ――So, why not join their table and have a little fun chatting together?”

When he said “join their table“, the man’s voice grew slightly louder. It wasn’t loud enough to echo throughout the bar, but it was definitely loud enough for the nearby table to hear clearly.

At the same time, all the sounds from the table behind him suddenly fell silent. In the brief moment of awkwardness, the young man mumbled: “Ah….. I don’t really want to join their table…..” Then he glanced up at the man across from him, his teary eyes mustering the last bit of strength they could. Gathering his courage, the young man turned his head to look behind him.

And then, he saw it.

The young man saw his friend staring this way with wide astonished eyes. Right in front of his friend, his first love was also sitting there, his eyes equally wide, as though a massive hammer had just struck him. His gaze was firmly fixed in this direction—more specifically, on the man across from the young man.

Beneath those blinking eyes, seemingly trying to confirm he wasn’t imagining things, his first love’s face appeared frozen. For some reason, his complexion seemed to grow increasingly pale, almost as though it were turning a sickly shade of green.

The foreign man politely and clearly said: “A pleasure to meet you”, before casually sitting down at their table. The young man, unsure of what else to do, awkwardly followed and sat down as well, though his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

And so, without any prior arrangement or consent from the original occupants of the table, all four of them found themselves seated together. An odd and uncomfortable atmosphere spread among them.

The friend kept glaring at the unexpected intruders, unable to hide his irritation. The young man sitting next to him felt like he was perched on a chair full of sharp thorns, fidgeting nervously and darting his eyes around the room. Meanwhile, the first love, after the initial “A pleasure to meet you” had fallen completely silent, sitting there with slightly hunched shoulders, trying his best to shrink into himself.

Only the foreign man remained composed. He wore a faint smile, as if savoring the awkward atmosphere, entirely unfazed by it.

At first, the friend glared at them with his wide eyes, clearly irritated by the sudden and unexpected intrusion of the new arrivals. However, thanks to the smooth-talking skills of the foreign man – someone who seemed entirely unaffected by the sharp stares and effortlessly initiated conversation – the tension at the table gradually began to ease. After a short while, the friend’s expression softened, and the atmosphere around the table started to feel more relaxed and comfortable.

Even though the atmosphere had eased, the first love still hadn’t uttered a word since earlier. He kept his head down, staring intently at the table and occasionally taking small sips of beer. The young man, meanwhile, hadn’t taken his eyes off him for even a second. He couldn’t help but feel worried, wondering if perhaps, in his attempt to improve the mood, he had accidentally ruined it, making him upset. Was that why his first love looked so tense and didn’t bother to join the conversation?

“But that quiet one over there seems to be quite popular, doesn’t he?”

The foreign man suddenly directed his question at the first love. Almost immediately, the first love, who had just taken a sip of beer, choked and began coughing uncontrollably, as if it had gone down the wrong way. “Oh dear, are you alright?” – The foreign man asked with apparent concern, then slowly placed a gloved hand on the first love’s back, gently patting it. The first love’s eyes darted nervously toward that hand, betraying a sense of unease.

Finally, once he managed to catch his breath, the first love vigorously shook his head.

“No, I’ve never been popular! Who even said that?!”

“Ah, just rumors I’ve heard here and there…..”

The foreign man smiled enigmatically before taking a sip of his drink.

The first love’s eyes quickly turned toward the young man, as if confirming that the one who had shared such stories with the foreign man was indeed him—and it was true. His gaze carried a clear sense of reproach, as though accusing the young man of secretly badmouthing him behind his back. Under that sharp, almost accusatory look, the young man became flustered, unsure of what to do, feeling as though he had just been caught red-handed doing something wrong.

‘Saying someone is popular isn’t badmouthing at all!’

While the young man blinked in indignation, feeling wronged, the foreign man beside him had already resumed speaking to the first love:

“I overheard at the next table that you already have someone special. Who might that be? I’m quite curious—especially if they’re someone you’d choose over someone as adorable as this one.”

The first love once again choked as if possessed, even dropping the beer bottle from his hand. Accepting the damp cloth the foreign man politely handed over, he quietly wiped his mouth without saying a word, then slowly lifted his head.

His sharp gaze shot directly at the foreign man, but when their eyes met, the first love seemed startled and quickly looked away. His voice, low and soft, carried a strange gloomy tone.

“That person is definitely not someone who shows up unannounced, making others’ hearts freeze like that.”

“Aha, so it must be someone gentle and always keeping in touch, right?”

The foreign man’s eyes gradually narrowed. He casually glanced at the young man and the friend, as if assessing them, then uttered a teasing remark in an indifferent tone:

“If I were to eliminate every gentle person in the world, maybe I’d finally have a chance to win him over.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, the first love choked once again. It seemed alcohol really wasn’t agreeing with him today. For the second time, he accepted a tissue that the foreign man politely handed over, using it to wipe his mouth.

This time, however, he looked up and glared at the foreign man with an icy intensity.

“But….. you said this is the first time we’ve met, right? Why do I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…..?”

Seeing the expression on his first love’s face, almost as if the words: ‘What are you scheming?’ were written plainly across his forehead, the young man tilted his head in confusion. ‘Huh? Do these two know each other?’ – But if they really did know each other, the atmosphere between them was so strange it was hard to make sense of.

‘Even if they do know each other, maybe it’s not a pleasant relationship?’ – The young man thought to himself. Meanwhile, the foreign man sitting next to him gave a faint, enigmatic smile.

“Well….. if we’ve met before and are acquaintances, then surely there are plenty of things we’d need to clarify here….. Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

The man’s tone dropped slightly, his voice lower and more deliberate. The phrase “right here” was emphasized slowly, carrying a subtle cryptic undertone. The first love, who had just moments ago been glaring at the man with intense hostility, now seemed to lose his determination. He blinked a few times, as if unsure of himself.

“Now that I look closely, it’s not the case. Maybe I was mistaken. There are plenty of people who look alike in this world, after all.”

The first love quickly shifted to a gentle tone, smiling softly after speaking. ‘It seems his mood has improved.’ The young man thought absentmindedly. ‘Maybe he used to know someone who looked strikingly similar to this man, but their relationship wasn’t very good.’ He speculated, piecing the story together in his head and nodding slightly to himself.

‘…..That gentle, smiling face is truly beautiful. Someone who, even ten or twenty years from now, will surely become a charming silver-haired gentleman.’

The young man couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy for the person living with his first love. That lucky someone must fall asleep every night wrapped in the arms of such an incredible person, and experiencing evenings filled with bliss.

‘To be held in those arms, to embrace that slender figure—how incredible would that be? If that voice called my name, if those hands caressed me…..’

The young man felt an overwhelming surge of jealousy, almost to the point of madness, toward the faceless person who possessed such a PERFECT TOP as this.

Perhaps his friend was having similar thoughts—jealous, sorrowful, and hollow all at once. Though the farewell had supposedly been finalized earlier, the friend’s gaze was still filled with longing as it lingered on the first love. Then, hesitating for a moment, the friend finally spoke up:

“Hyung, when are you leaving? There’s still some time before then, right? …..Next week, I have some time off—about five days, I think.”

“I’m not seeing anyone right now, and I feel so lonely…..” – Before the young man could glare at his friend with jealous eyes, the first love had already caught on to the implication behind those words. His expression immediately hardened, and he looked directly at the friend with a firm gaze.

“Ah….. no….. I’ll probably have some urgent work to take care of. Definitely. Without a doubt.”

“…..That’s fine. I can come to where you’re staying. Even if it’s just for an hour or two in the middle of the night, that’s enough. I used to do that when you were busy, didn’t I? I’d visit late at night, and we’d enjoy――”

“Sang-Jin!!!”

The first love hastily shouted the young man friend’s name in an urgent tone. His face seemed pale, though perhaps it was just the dim lighting of the bar playing tricks. The man sitting beside them, who had been quietly listening to their conversation – and, based on earlier observations, was evidently very fluent in Korean – raised an eyebrow slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into a dangerously sly smile.

“Wait a moment, just a moment. I just remembered an important call I need to make. I’ll step outside for a bit.”

The first love suddenly seemed to remember something, hastily grabbing his phone and standing up. He left the table in a hurry, as if desperate to avoid continuing the conversation.

“…..Maybe he really does have something urgent to deal with. Leaving in such a rush like that.” 

The young man blinked wistfully, his eyes following the disappearing figure of his first love as he vanished from sight. The foreign man beside him, still wearing a faint smile, picked up his glass and took a sip. Meanwhile, his sharp gaze subtly shifted toward the young man’s friend.

“If I’d had a chat with this one, perhaps I would’ve heard more interesting stories. Such a pity.”

The man muttered as if talking to himself, prompting both the young man and his friend to glance at him with puzzled expressions, perhaps unsure of the meaning behind his words. However, he didn’t elaborate further. Instead, he took another sip of his drink, then set the glass down on the table. And then, reaching into his jacket pocket, he rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a cell phone.

“It’s about time, isn’t it…..” 

The man murmured while glancing down at his phone, which immediately began vibrating with a low *U-uuuung――* sound. Upon seeing the name displayed on the screen, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Excuse me for a moment.” 

With that, the man stood up and walked away from the table without looking back, disappearing somewhere into the distance. He left behind only the young man and his friend, now sitting alone together at the table.

“……”

“……”

The space fell into a heavy silence for quite some time.

Neither of them had planned to meet here, let alone sit at the same table, and now they found themselves awkwardly looking at each other, unable to find the right words.

“…..It’s been a while.”

The young man was the first to speak, his voice soft and hesitant. The friend merely nodded slightly and replied: “Mm.” The once lively and energetic friend now seemed completely drained of vitality. The young man felt a bit surprised to see his friend looking so dejected and simultaneously realized that his own face probably didn’t look much better.

As he gazed at that sorrowful expression, the feelings of dislike and jealousy he had felt earlier began to dissipate. No matter how much anger or resentment there had been, in the end, both of them were just people chasing after something they couldn’t have.

“Come on, drink up.”

“Yeah, you too.”

The two friends didn’t exchange any more words, silently pouring each other’s glasses full and continuing to empty the bottles of liquor on the table.

“Love, huh? First love, huh? Who needs any of that!”

The young man muttered, his words slurring slightly as the alcohol began to take its toll. Then, stumbling slightly, he made his way toward the restroom.

Before coming here, the young man had spent the entire day feeling overwhelmed with nervousness and excitement, determined that today would be the day he would ‘build the Great Wall’ with his first love. To calm his nerves, he had downed countless glasses of alcohol. But now, the overwhelming disappointment had dissolved all that tension, leaving behind only one pressing need: To get to the restroom immediately.

His unsteady steps led him toward the restroom tucked away in a corner of the bar. The young man sniffled sadly, a deep sense of self-pity washing over him.

‘Who needs it? I don’t need anything, huh?!’

But if he were honest with himself, he was consumed by jealousy, so much so that it was almost maddening, toward the person called the first love’s partner.

‘I want to be held by a man like that too. A ‘perfect top’—more precious than thousand-year-old ginseng…..’

The young man let out a long, heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in disappointment.

As he mulled over his thoughts, he suddenly remembered the foreign man. The way that man asked questions, struck up conversations, and effortlessly steered the dialogue had an air about it—something that made the young man wonder if perhaps he was being noticed by him.

‘What about him? His body looks great….. But who knows if his personality is any good?’

With a resolve to push his first love out of his mind, the young man thought to himself: ‘When he comes back, I’ll try to strike up a conversation.’ As he was lost in those thoughts, he pushed open the restroom door.

The restroom at this bar, as the night grew later, often served purposes far removed from its original intent. Especially after midnight on a Friday, finding an empty stall became so difficult that it would be quicker to just find a nearby motel.

However, since today wasn’t the weekend and it wasn’t too late, the restroom was relatively quiet. Only one stall was closed, and the rest were completely empty, with no sign of anyone else.

‘Lucky me. If I were dealing with something personal and heard heavy breathing next to me….. it’d probably make me awkwardly get excited for no reason.’

The young man sighed, unsure if it was disappointment or relief, then stepped into the restroom. But after only taking a couple of steps, he immediately noticed something unusual. The one stall that was closed clearly had someone inside. Not just one, but two people. He could hear soft fragmented whispers coming from the stall, suggesting they were having a conversation.

“…..―.”

The fact that there were two people in one stall at this bar, everyone could probably guess what was going on. There were only three possibilities: They were about to. They were currently. Or they had just finished doing it.

‘I shouldn’t interrupt.’

The young man thought to himself and tried to step lightly to avoid making any noise. However, he paused when he noticed something unusual. The hushed whispers coming from inside the stall were in a foreign language.

‘It seems like the two people in there are foreigners.’ – The young man guessed to himself.

The young man froze for a moment, then struggled to swallow, feeling a lump in his throat.

It wasn’t uncommon to encounter foreigners at this bar, but coming across them in the restroom – especially when it was being used for ‘other purposes’ – was a completely different matter. Typically, if they found someone here, they would leave the bar and handle things elsewhere. It was rare for them to choose to take care of things right there in the restroom like this.

Although the behavior of foreigners is no different from that of Asians, those who have witnessed it firsthand say that the feeling is quite different. Perhaps because of the unfamiliar language or the different appearance, they said it felt like watching a vivid AV. The realism of seeing it directly made them even more stimulated and they affirmed that the experience was truly wonderful.

After a moment of hesitation, the young man finally couldn’t hold back his curiosity and excitement. He gently stepped into the room next to the one with the closed door. Then, he pressed his face against the narrow gap between the two walls. The view through the crack was quite limited and somewhat stuffy, but for the purpose of ‘sneaking a peek’, that small space was more than enough.

First of all, the young man was very curious to know who they were and whether they could be foreigners he had once met by chance. So, he tried to tilt his head back and forth to find the best possible angle. However, due to the limited angle, he couldn’t see their faces.

‘How annoying!’

The young man silently clicked his tongue in his mind, but then comforted himself, thinking that being able to see clearly from their chest to their thighs was already satisfying enough.

‘What should I do?….. I feel like things are starting to stir down there.’

He wondered why someone else’s romantic situation could be so thrilling and exciting.

“….I’ll recognize it immediately just by looking.”

A deep voice, almost like a whisper, resonated in the wind. The young man thought to himself: ‘Wait, this sounds familiar.’ At first, he thought it was a foreign language, but now he realized he could vaguely understand what was being said. It was German.

Occasionally, the speech was mixed with a few English words, leading him to think: ‘Perhaps it’s a German person and an American—when it comes to English, the image of an American always comes to mind first.’

“Your taste is easy to guess. It’s like Xinlu. A cute face, seems innocent but hides sharpness.”

“…..Your taste before was the same as mine too.”

“Ah, it was, it was. If it weren’t for someone completely changing my taste, I might still be the same now.”

‘…..? That’s strange.’

Since the voice was lowered to a whisper, the young man wasn’t completely sure, but it sounded like a voice he had heard somewhere before. Or perhaps it was just because it was in a foreign language that made it feel that way?

However, after tilting his head in thought for a moment, the young man quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind. This wasn’t the time to let his thoughts wander aimlessly.

Accompanied by a deep voice laced with a hint of laughter, a large fair hand unexpectedly grasped the other person’s sensitive area through their clothes. The way that hand tightened without hesitation almost made the young man exclaim: “Huh!”. In fact, he may have made the sound, but fortunately, the sharp inhale of the person being held completely drowned out his own breathless gasp.

“Hey, hold on, first calm down. The past is over, forget about it, just calm down, don’t be angry…..”

The person whispering urgently sounded like they were about to cry. But all they got in response was the question: “Angry?”, followed by a laugh mixed with a snort.

“If it’s about the past, I have no reason to be angry. I’m not petty enough to get upset over things that happened before we got together. So, as for the past, I’m not angry—as long as it belongs to the past perfect tense.”

That pale hand tightened its grip on the sensitive area of the other person with more force this time. The young man could see the opponent’s body slightly trembling noticeably. 

Immediately after that, that hand began to pull the other person’s pants down without hesitation. Witnessing that scene made the young man unable to hold back and swallow hard for his dry throat.

‘This is the first time I’ve seen a hand that is both beautiful to the point of perfection and scary enough to send chills down my spine like this.’

It seems like the two people inside are arguing. And it seems like the cause is something related to the past. Seeing how the other person couldn’t properly respond, the young man guessed: ‘Could it be that he was caught cheating?’

Not long after that, the opponent’s pants slid down to the floor. The fair hand continued to pull down the underwear, then quickly moved on to unbuttoning each button of the other person’s shirt. In the blink of an eye, one person was almost naked, exposing his entire body to the prying eyes peeking through the gap.

The young man opened his eyes wide and stared intently. This was the first time he had directly seen the naked body of a foreigner….. Wait, hold on, he suddenly realized that the other person didn’t really look like a foreigner. The body hair wasn’t too much, and the skin tone and hair color didn’t match what he usually imagined about foreigners. Even the bone structure seemed….. Could it be that this person was of East Asian descent living abroad?

The young man felt a slight disappointment, but quickly changed his thoughts.

‘Even if they’re East Asian, so what!?’

The other person’s body, though seeming a bit awkward as they gently caressed their naked form, was still incredibly attractive. Not too bulky or rough, but the sleek, toned lines of the body, along with the well-balanced muscles, created a slender yet strong physique. A look that made one swallow in awe.

‘Wow, I can’t take my eyes off…..’

The young man thought to himself, then secretly rolled his eyes downwards. For a man, what attracts the most attention….. is that ‘part’.

‘It’s….. it’s standard size!!! The size fits perfectly with my body!’

The young man unconsciously licked his lips, trying to hold back the drool that was about to spill out, and leaned his face closer to the gap, as if he didn’t want to miss any detail.

At that very moment, that pale hand grasped one side of the opponent’s buttocks and squeezed tightly. The other person’s body flinched slightly, but that hand did not stop; it continued to caress and squeeze gently. At the same time, the other hand began to undo its own belt. The sound of the belt buckle jingling, the zipper being pulled down, and the rustling of fabric echoed, blending with a low voice:

“I heard you were really popular back then, right? You got a lot of attention, didn’t you? Look, there are still people who crave you. …..I heard you’re also very good at ‘using’ this.”

The hand that had just grasped the other’s rear from behind now moved to the front, grabbing the sensitive lower area that lay limp. When that large hand easily enveloped the entire organ, the other flinched and tensed up. Seeing the defined abdominal muscles contract sharply, the young man felt his throat go unbearably dry.

“You’re making me sound like some kind of libertine…! I don’t use it recklessly like that!”

Those indignant protests received no response. The pale hand suddenly lifted the other person into the air. Although the body of a grown man was anything but light, he raised him as if he weighed no more than a sheet of paper, placing him atop the water tank of the toilet.

“Of course. I believe you. Because when we first slept together, ‘that part’ of yours still had an innocent childlike color.… But honestly, the current color, something I’ve carefully ‘polished*’ over the years, turns me on much more.”

“…..! …..!! You――.”

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(*The term “빨아 놓은”, in its literal sense, simply means “to clean” or “to wash.” However, in Korean slang, “빨다” can mean “to suck” or “to draw in”, often referring to BJ (blowjob). 😄 I think with the wordplay in this part, it’s pretty clear to everyone what it’s actually implying, right?)