A liquid, cold enough to sting, spilled onto Jung Haekyung’s head. The clear substance soaked his hair, tracing down his nose and cheeks before continuing to drip down, allowing no time for beads of liquid to form.
Almost simultaneously, a round barrier, one that Jung Haekyung was unable to see, formed around him. Though he had instinctively erected a shield, he had yet to fully grasp the situation at hand. Where am I, what am I doing, why am I being attacked, am I in the middle of a mission right now? Jung Haekyung closed and reopened his eyes several times. His vision was still hazy. There was only one thing he could see. His lover beneath him. Apart from that, everything appeared blurred, as if shrouded in fog.
Oh yeah, I was in the middle of having sex with Euijin. Jung Haekyung closed and opened his eyes again. Slowly but surely, his field of vision began to broaden, and he started seeing his surroundings. Euijin, who’s lying beneath me, the bed I sleep on with Euijin, the residence I live in with Euijin, and the people surrounding us.
Immediately, murderous intent gathered in Jung Haekyung’s eyes. What he had just gotten doused with wasn’t just any ordinary, above-freezing-point water. It was a liquid of abnormally low temperature, made using someone’s ability. Even upon making contact with the substance, which couldn’t be classified as water, the most Jung Haekyung had felt was a little sting, but his lover, whom he was currently lying and having intercourse with, was someone he had to protect.
Raising his head, Jung Haekyung noticed a man who was gulping. It was an ice-type ability user. As soon as he made eye contact with Jung Haekyung, the man began to step back hesitantly. However, the man was unable to retreat any further. He began to melt, starting from the skin on his head to his eyelids, nose, and mouth. The man opened his mouth to scream, but even his tongue had been melted off already, rendering him incapable of producing any proper sounds. Just as Jung Haekyung was about to melt everyone else in sight down to the bone, a familiar voice reached his ears.
「Stop it. The liquid isn’t even touching him.」
The woman who was currently speaking, hands shoved in the pockets of her white coat, was Baek Cheongah. Jung Haekyung looked down at Kim Euijin again. The liquid gathered into round beads, like mercury, and rolled off his body. It appeared as though there was a very thin film separating the liquid from Kim Euijin’s skin.
「Ah…」 Jung Haekyung let out a small sigh, then leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kim Euijin’s lips. His mysterious and unique lover. However, the sheets, which had frozen upon contact with the liquid, seemed a little dangerous. Jung Haekyung held Kim Euijin in his arms, sat up, and got off the bed. His weight wasn’t a problem, but their similar builds made it a bit tricky to maintain a stable position when holding him. But he liked that as well. When he held and hoisted up, Kim Euijin let out a faint moan, nearly inaudible. The moan stimulated Jung Haekyung’s ears. The others probably heard the sound as well. But he didn’t want to pull out yet. Despite his numerous grievances, Jung Haekyung slid his cock out of Kim Euijin. White liquid dripped from the hole, which had been filled by the cock. The white semen, which Jung Haekyung had shot several times inside him, streamed down the inside of Kim Euijin’s thighs. Jung Haekyung redirected his gaze towards Baek Cheongah.
「Baek Cheongah-ya, it seems you’ve finally lost your mind.」
A bodyguard, sensing his bloodlust, moved to shield Baek Cheongah. However, the bodyguard’s left shoulder was blasted in the shape of a half circle, and the aftermath of the attack, which the bodyguard was unable to absorb beforehand, extended to Baek Cheongah, who was standing behind them, as well and caused her ear to explode, blood spurting forth. Three more bodyguards blocked her front. However, Baek Cheongah waved them off and made them stand back.
「The one who’s lost their mind is you. You were supposed to depart yesterday, so I was wondering what you were doing, holed up in your place until now.」
「Yesterday?」
「I enjoyed watching your live show, but don’t you think he’ll kick the bucket soon if you keep handling him like that?」
Jung Haekyung looked back at Kim Euijin, cradled in his arms. There was not a single shred of strength left in his body, limp and unmoving. Jung Haekyung felt his heart clench as he touched Kim Euijin’s neck and took his pulse. His pulse was faintly beating. Albeit weakly, he was still breathing as well. However, it was undeniable that his condition was strange.
「What’s wrong, Euijin-ah?」 Jung Haekyung whispered in his ear. However, Baek Cheongah answered, 「It’s because you fucked him like a madman.」
He couldn’t recall much, as if a portion of time had been sliced in half. Had he, perhaps, lost control without even realising it? His breath caught in his throat. His heart had been racing and tightening of its own accord since earlier, operating in an abnormal rhythm. Jung Haekyung checked Kim Euijin’s condition again. There were no external injuries. Yet, upon reflection, he realised that Kim Euijin had been acting differently than usual since they started having sex. Jung Haekyung mumbled, as if speaking to himself, 「…He’s been acting a little strange since earlier.」
Baek Cheongah checked her watch and tutted. She walked closer to Jung Haekyung, her shoulder soaked in the bright red blood that was dripping from her ear. Then, she pulled out a thermometer from the pocket of her white coat and stuck it inside Kim Euijin’s ear. Jung Haekyung furrowed his brows. Once she heard the sound of a beep, she pulled the thermometer out of his ear. After having checked his temperature, she grabbed Kim Euijin’s chin and turned this way and that, examining him. Jung Haekyung slapped Baek Cheongah’s hand away.
「I told you to be gentle, bitch.」
「And I told you to be gentle with your words.」
Baek Cheongah’s gaze then shifted to the bodyguard standing behind her.
「Fill the bathtub with some ice water.」
「What’s wrong with Euijin?」 Jung Haekyung asked, but Baek Cheongah simply grabbed the air conditioner remote on the bedside drawer and cranked the temperature setting to its highest before responding with another question, 「Did he go on a march the day before yesterday?」
「What?」
「If he’s been in this state for two days already, he’s probably overheated, don’t you think? What was he out and about for when there was a heatwave warning issued? It’s not like he’s been eating properly, either.」
「…….」
Soon, the bodyguard returned and reported to Baek Cheongah that the tub had been filled with ice water. Baek Cheongah gestured with the tip of her chin towards Kim Euijin and told Jung Haekyung, 「Take him to the tub and soak him inside.」
However, Jung Haekyung remained unmoved, frowning as he asked, 「He overheated?」
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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「Not exactly ill, per se, but thanks to your antics, it seems he’s been feeling a bit unwell.」
Jung Haekyung stood motionless for a while, still carrying Kim Euijin in his arms, before finally walking out of the room. Then, he laid Kim Euijin down on the living room couch. Kim Euijin’s arm feebly slid off the couch. Every time he moved, a low moan escaped from his mouth. His breathing was laboured and his body warm. His current state was undeniably abnormal.
However, Jung Haekyung was unable to accept the fact that Kim Euijin was suffering. To Jung Haekyung, suffering meant that one’s flesh was torn apart, that blood was gushing from their body, and that their bones had been sliced off. Of course, he knew that people could get hurt even in the earlier phases from internal injuries that weren’t apparent on the outside. Controlling the phases of pain was one of the things Jung Haekyung was good at doing.
There were times when he would hurt Kim Euijin, but each of those times, he put some thought into his actions, controlled them, and restrained himself. Unintentional pain was dangerous. Jung Haekyung drew his knees up as he sat on the floor, continuing to gaze down at Kim Euijin’s face. Then, without even turning back to look, despite hearing the approaching footsteps, he asked, 「Is it serious?」
「It’s not a heatstroke, so he’ll be fine. He’ll get better if you just soak him in some ice water for a bit.」
「That’s a relief.」
「Uh-huh. So, hurry and get up already. Everyone’s on standby right now.」
「I’m not going.」
「What? 」
Jung Haekyung stroked Kim Euijin’s hair. So it didn’t mean he wanted to have sex, after all. It meant he was sick. Jung Haekyung pressed his lips against Kim Euijin’s again, a sign of apology. Baek Cheongah raised her voice, calling his name, 「Jung Haekyung, you do realise that you’re the regimental commander of the FEL annihilation operation, right?」
「You can just tell them to depart on their own first.」
「What kind of bullshit is that?! If you, a major, are entrusted with the position of regimental commander, then you should do your job properly!」
Jung Haekyung slowly got up. Despite the fact that he, who wore a cold expression on his face, was currently naked, he still exuded a pressure far beyond any of those dressed from head to toe in military uniform around him. Baek Cheongah had no choice but to take half a step back. The front door flew open with a loud bang.
「Leave.」
∞
Jung Haekyung placed the back of his hand on Kim Euijin’s forehead. Although his condition had improved from its initial state, his fever had yet to die down even after three days had passed, causing Jung Haekyung to worry. Looking at the clock mounted on the wall, it seemed about time to reapply the ice. Jung Haekyung made his way to the kitchen and filled a large glass bowl with ice cubes.
He then placed one of the cubes inside his mouth and returned to the room. The ice cube, freshly extracted from the freezer, adhered to the surface of his tongue. Jung Haekyung rolled the ice cube in his mouth until the sharp edges softened into rounded contours akin to pebbles. Once satisfied with its shape, he gripped it between his teeth and brought it to Kim Euijin’s forehead. Gently rubbing it against the surface, water began to trickle from the cube. He traced down his forehead and rubbed it against the bridge of his nose before then pushing it into Kim Euijin’s slightly open mouth. He repeated the process several times, so when he pushed the ice into Kim Euijin’s mouth, his warm breaths had already turned cold.
Jung Haekyung then pushed his tongue inside. He nudged the ice cubes inside Kim Euijin’s mouth with his tongue, and several clacks could be heard as the pebbles bumped against each other. The melted ice leaked out of his mouth, trickling down Kim Euijin’s lips and cheek. Jung Haekyung wiped away the liquid with his hand. Once the ice inside his mouth had all melted, Jung Haekyung pulled his lips away. Then, he grabbed one of the ice cubes inside the glass bowl, which, at this point, had already melted to a considerable extent. He used this one to rub beneath his ear, the next to rub atop his nape, and the next, next on his armpit… When Jung Haekyung delicately pressed the ice cube against the bud of Kim Euijin’s nipple and its surrounding area, he heard a small voice.
「…Stop it…」
They still had a lot left to do, but he was already telling him to stop. Jung Haekyung decided to speed things up a little. He chose an ice cube from the glass bowl—the one that melted the prettiest. Given that the ice would soon be inserted inside Kim Euijin, it had to be pretty. He didn’t want to place it inside him, even if it was going to melt soon anyway, but since this was something he was doing for Kim Euijin’s sake, he decided to just think of it as something similar to lube. He nudged the ice into his warm hole. Then, when he used his finger to push the ice cube deeper inside, Kim Euijin started lifting and twisting his waist.
「…Ngh!」
Kim Euijin’s hole was narrow, so he couldn’t put a lot of ice in it. On the day he first started nursing him, Jung Haekyung managed to insert five cubes, followed by four the next day, but Kim Euijin was unable to accommodate them. So, today, he only pushed in three slowly. In truth, Jung Haekyung wanted to thrust his dick inside while in this state. He felt his cock twitch as he imagined the sensation of the warm, sticky inner walls tightening around him, as well as the cold touch of the ice against the tip of his glans. Jung Haekyung had been turned on since the moment he first started placing the ice inside Kim Euijin’s mouth. His dick was already stiff enough to press against his abdomen, clear liquid oozing from it as it cried for him to do something.
However, Jung Haekyung restrained himself. Because Euijin was sick. Because sex wouldn’t be of any help to his recovery. Once he finished the ice treatment, he had to jerk himself off while staring at Euijin’s face. Semen was warm, so he shouldn’t spill it on Euijin’s face this time. But a kiss should be okay. With the way things were going, it felt like he was going to die.
As Jung Haekyung picked up another ice cube and began rubbing it against Kim Euijin’s crotch, he heard the sound of a small sob. It was a very faint sound, but Jung Haekyung’s sense of hearing was able to pick it up. Kim Euijin had a hand covering his eyes, but it couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down his temples.
Jung Haekyung lifted himself up. Why was he crying? Kim Euijin always cried when they had sex. While tears rarely trickled down his cheeks as they did now, his eyes always appeared flushed red, and his voice strained. Even then, he always tried to hide his crying. It was a little ridiculous to think that he wanted to hide it. It wasn’t uncommon for people to cry during sex. They cried even harder in the videos he saw.
However, Jung Haekyung didn’t equate Kim Euijin with the figures inside the videos, crying and sobbing, happy to get fucked regardless if it was with a cock or anything else. He didn’t even think of turning Kim Euijin into the same as them. He had seen all types of sexual videos, but in reality, the things he tried were very few. Even then, he had to ask Kim Euijin first if he could try those things. Due to Kim Euijin’s extreme shyness, he even had to refrain from engaging in the dirty talk he wanted to make during sex.
Following the advice of the romance white book—to pretend to know even if you don’t, and to pretend not to know even if you do and just move past things—Jung Haekyung usually chose to pretend not to know, flustered by the sight of Kim Euijin’s tears, and try to move past the situation. But today was different. Since Kim Euijin was currently sick, he had to figure out the exact reason for his tears.
「Why are you crying, Euijin-ah?」
When he asked this, the repressed sobs began to grow louder and filled the quiet room.
「Why are you crying, Euijin-ah?」
Kim Euijin didn’t answer. His sobs began to die down as well, just until they were barely audible, leaving one to wonder how hard he must have bitten the inside of his lips to achieve that result. But it didn’t stop his streams of tears. Did he really think that Jung Haekyung wouldn’t notice if he bit the inside of his lips? Kim Euijin was great and all, but he was a little stupid. And he never listened. But even that side of him was cute. What was this called again? He had seen it in the romance white book… Yeah, rose-tinted glasses. It felt like he was wearing rose-tinted glasses. Feeling pleased by those words, Jung Haekyung let out a quiet laugh. Just then, Kim Euijin opened his eyes.
Back in the day, you would stare at me as if bewitched when you saw me smile, so why are you glaring at me as if you’re going to slash me now? Jung Haekyung wanted to ask, but he kept it in. He felt a little saddened, but chose to let it slide. Jung Haekyung wasn’t one to easily brush off others’ actions, but with Kim Euijin, it was different. Jung Haekyung placed a finger inside Kim Euijin’s mouth and asked, 「Why are you crying, Euijin-ah?」
「…You fucking bastard… stop it, please…」
It seemed he didn’t like the ice treatment. Did he truly hate it to the point of crying and swearing? Just as he couldn’t stop feeding him his medicine just because of a bit of grumbling, he couldn’t stop the ice treatment either, but Jung Haekyung decided to stop for now. Instead, he decided to find another method. It was because, while he did want to make Kim Euijin cry, when confronted with his actual tears, he wanted to comfort him.
「Right, it’s time to eat now.」
Jung Haekyung licked Kim Euijin’s spilled tears with his tongue. A few hung from his trembling eyelashes, so Jung Haekyung sucked those away as well as he stroked his cock. It even felt painful now, having left his hard cock unattended for so long. Jung Haekyung wanted to insert his dick between Kim Euijin’s thighs, but he restrained himself since Kim Euijin was sick. When he grabbed the tip with his fingers instead, forming a sort of ring with it, and stroked the boundary area of his glans, Kim Euijin’s reddened eyes narrowed before closing shut. Wanting to lock eyes with him at the very least, Jung Haekyung said, 「Open your eyes.」
Kim Euijin slowly reopened his eyes. Even the surrounding areas of his damp black irises looked a mess, with burst veins visible in his eyes. Looking at his reflection in Kim Euijin’s eyes, Jung Haekyung grabbed his cock and intensely stroked it. He paused for a moment, taking a breath as he felt the impending sense climax creep up on him, waiting for it to die down. Even while touching himself, he remained mindful of what he had learned, mindful that climaxing too quickly could lead to premature ejaculation. In order to have satisfactory sex with Kim Euijin, Jung Haekyung always acted cautiously when he masturbated.
After repeating the process several times, Jung Haekyung found himself unable to hold it in any longer, releasing onto Kim Euijin’s flat stomach. He knew he shouldn’t be finishing on Euijin’s body right now. Feeling the warm sensation, Jung Haekyung experienced some momentary regret, but he couldn’t stop now. Shifting positions, he covered Kim Euijin’s side and thighs in his semen. He then asked Kim Euijin, who was a mess of water, sweat, and semen, 「Do you want to take a shower?」
I’m the one who covered you in all this, so I should wash you as well. However, Kim Euijin’s expression was frozen stiff.
「…No.」
「Alright then. Let’s eat.」
He usually liked to shower, though. Jung Haekyung, who assumed he was hungry, changed the wet bed sheets first. Then, with meticulous care, he wiped away the traces of semen from Kim Euijin’s body using a white towel. Running his hand over the new sheets to confirm their softness, Jung Haekyung then made his way to the kitchen to prepare some porridge.
Jung Haekyung stirred the soaked rice grains in the pot. When the grains of rice turned translucent, he added water and let them boil over high heat. Once it started bubbling, he lowered the heat and continued stirring with a wooden ladle. Soon, it turned into white porridge. He scooped up a bit of it and gave it a taste, finding that it tasted the same as the porridge he had made earlier that morning. Of course, it tasted the same as the porridge he made the night before as well. Jung Haekyung poured the porridge into a hollow bowl and stirred it with his spoon to cool it enough to eat. He carried the freshly cooked porridge, a small dish of soy sauce sprinkled with sesame and salt, and a cup of lukewarm water to the room. Kim Euijin was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard.
「Have some lunch.」
Kim Euijin furrowed his brow. He really hated eating. While Jung Haekyung found this frustrating, he refrained from forcing him to eat unless absolutely necessary. But it was a different story now that he was sick. He scooped up the porridge with a spoon and pushed it into Kim Euijin’s mouth, and Kim Euijin accepted a few spoonfuls. However, he didn’t even manage to finish half of it before lowering his head. Jung Haekyung gently grabbed Kim Euijin’s chin and lifted it up.
「There’s still some left.」
「…I’ll eat it later…」
Jung Haekyung scooped up the porridge and placed it in his own mouth. Then, just like that, he kissed Kim Euijin. He transferred the porridge into Kim Euijin’s mouth, bringing a finger to his neck to monitor the movements of his Adam’s apple. When he pulled away, Kim Euijin lowered his head again. Just as Jung Haekyung moved to lift his chin for the second time, Kim Euijin said, 「…I said I’d eat later.」
「I’ve never seen you finish your food after saying that.」
Besides, he got hard again after the kiss. After having spent all day with Kim Euijin and soothing his desires through masturbation, his frustration had reached its peak. Nevertheless, Jung Haekyung restrained himself. Oblivious to Jung Haekyung’s feelings, Kim Euijin seemed to have no intention of improving. He didn’t want to take his medicine, didn’t want to be iced down, and didn’t want to eat his porridge either… What was he to do? Jung Haekyung felt unreasonably irritable.
「Then, do you want to eat something similar to porridge?」
Though he meant it as a joke, Kim Euijin’s face turned ashen. He grabbed hold of Jung Haekyung’s hand, the one holding the spoon.
「I’ll… eat it.」
Jung Haekyung wanted to feed him but held himself back. 「I was just joking,」 he said as he handed him the spoon. Kim Euijin began to scoop up the porridge and swallow it down. Even though Kim Euijin was eating in a manner so unappetizing it would even make someone who had starved for three days lose their appetite, Jung Haekyung still got hard watching him. He reached for a condom from the bedside drawer and slipped it on.
「…What are you doing?」
「I won’t do anything to you. Just keep eating.」
Jung Haekyung started jerking off again, watching the white porridge enter Kim Euijin’s mouth. This time, his hand held it the other way, with his thumb facing the base of his cock, and stroked it.
「This way, ngh, it feels like you’re doing it for me,」 Jung Haekyung said with a smile, but Kim Euijin didn’t return the gesture. Though somewhat cold as a lover, simply having Kim Euijin there in front of him was enough for Jung Haekyung.
The sound of his cock being stroked, the gentle clinking of the spoon against the chinaware, and the low breaths continued for a long while. Just as Kim Euijin finally managed to finish the last of his bowl of porridge, Jung Haekyung held his breath and came. After he finished, Jung Haekyung carefully removed the condom and poured a bit of water from the glass into it. Then, he tied the ends of the condom into a pretty knot. Jung Haekyung explained in a kind voice to the curious Kim Euijin, 「I’m going to freeze it.」
「……」
「We can use this to ice you.」
「……」
「It’ll be more comfortable to insert if we place it on its side and make sure it freezes in a long strip. Since it’s a part of me, you’ll feel less resistance as well, right?」
While Jung Haekyung was rather pleased with his contraption, Kim Euijin appeared to dislike it. He covered his face with his hands and remained silent. He really didn’t seem to have any intention of getting better at all. Did he like being in this state? Although Jung Haekyung didn’t find this situation particularly bad, he disliked the idea of Kim Euijin experiencing pain that he couldn’t control. Only being allowed to masturbate was also a pain. After a while, Kim Euijin suddenly spoke up, 「…Haekyung-ah, get me some clothes to wear.」
「Your fever hasn’t gone away yet.」
「Or something to cover myself with, at the very least…」
His clothes had been removed to cool his fever. Even though they usually spent a good amount of their time naked when together, Kim Euijin seemed especially embarrassed this time, so Jung Haekyung had taken off his clothes as well. In spite of that, Kim Euijin asked for his clothes, like a fairy who had been stripped of her celestial robes. Does that make me the woodcutter, then? Jung Haekyung thought of a fairy tale he had read in his childhood. He was confident he wouldn’t lose the fairy, unlike how the foolish woodcutter had.
「I’ll give you clothes if you give birth to four of my children.」
「…Then you should wear some as well.」
It wasn’t a request he couldn’t grant, but at the moment… Jung Haekyung took one look at the clock before whispering to Kim Euijin, 「Take your medicine first.」
「……」
「You need to take a shower.」
orcinus comments:
Hard to translate, not because the language or grammar is hard, but because I want to scream after reading every line
The next chapter will probably be the last part for this hidden track before moving on to the epilogue
all of them are accomplices………
This is so frustrating. Seeing how much euijin is suffering is really upsetting. If I were in his situation, I would rather die. I bet he feels the same 🙁
Time to kick the bucket fr mc