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Wary of him getting any closer, Cheongyeon purposefully tilted his head back. Being lifted up, his thighs pressed against Muwon’s lower body.
To his dismay, Muwon’s erect penis was insistently poking at Cheongyeon’s thigh. Whether it was from the excitement of finally setting foot on land or another reason unknown to Cheongyeon, he couldn’t tell.
“I… never said such a thing.”
Cheongyeon pushed Muwon’s shoulders, trying to get away as far as possible, but he did not budge.
“Why, you said you wanted to escape your fate in Cheonghwa Town.”
The moment he heard Muwon’s words, Cheongyeon recalled the time he was at the cafeteria and ate rice porridge.
“Ah, just comfortably be my lover then or something. You can live an easy life compared to that in Cheonghwa Town, isn’t that right?”
“…”
Astonished, his mouth fell open. He had not replied then, so Muwon took it as a positive. This was a person you could not communicate with common sense.
Cheongyeon gave up on conversation and focused on escaping Muwon’s hold. However, the more he struggled, the more aroused Muwon became.
The friction only aggravated Muwon’s erection, making even walking a nuisance. He eventually set Cheongyeon down as he wished. Cheongyeon stood still, hoping Muwon would leave him alone, but Tae Muwon abruptly reached out. Like before on the Peira, he grabbed his shoulder, pulling him close in what was ostensibly a shoulder hug but felt more like a prison made of Muwon’s body.
“Ah, it’s so much better not having my dick rubbed.”
Cheongyeon was dumbfounded. Disputing it wouldn’t make Muwon let him go, so he half-gave up, thinking he willingly would let him go at some point.
Cheongyeon then lowered his gaze again, lightly grasping the hand he had loosely held before. For some reason, every step made the backpack on his back feel even heavier.
As he adjusted his backpack, Muwon forcibly took it off. Cheongyeon tried to protect his backpack as if it were his only remaining treasure, but he was already one beat late in reacting.
“Treating that beggar’s bag like it’s precious.”
He was worried Muwon might throw it somewhere, but he only slung it over his other shoulder. With his backpack now hostage, Cheongyeon had no choice but to follow Muwon.
While the others disembarking from different ships were thoroughly checked for identity and belongings, those coming from Peira were freely allowed entry. Cheongyeon wanted to ask Muwon why he kept dragging him along, but his mouth wouldn’t open easily. The fear of Tae Muwon still loomed large.
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Behind Tae Muwon, Hwang Ran and his men followed diligently. With his strides were swift and long, Hwang Ran struggled to keep pace and was out of breath. Cheongyeon, who was also out of breath, glanced at Hwang Ran and their eyes met. The latter silently moved his lips as if he had been waiting to talk to him.
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Tae Muwon, this bastard must have eyes on the back of his head too. His intuition was sharp as ever. Hwang Ran nervously swallowed, unable to hide anything.
“Oh my, what kind of outrageous words are you saying! I was just inquiring about what Cheongyeon might like.”
“Fuck, you know ventriloquism?”
“I’m sorry!”
Hwang Ran didn’t make any more excuses and bowed deeply, almost as if he might hit his forehead on the ground.
“I was so impressed by the lotus tea’s effect last time, I couldn’t help wanting to trade.”
“He said no, right?”
Muwon looked at Cheongyeon, who was trapped in his arms, for confirmation. Cheongyeon, silent as a honeyed mute, only nodded. Satisfied with the answer, Muwon continued walking.
Unlike in Cheonghwa Town, where waterways connected the dock to various parts of the island, the 1st Continent was entirely land from the moment you turn your back on the sea. Buildings sprouted up everywhere, varying from freshly painted to the old and shabby ones seen in Cheonghwa Town. Despite the variety of colors and styles, all doors were green, seemingly symbolizing the Nok.
A four-lane road lay between rows of buildings. The first and second lanes were used by horse-drawn carriages, and the third and fourth lanes were used by private cars and trucks. Cheongyeon was so captivated by the scenery of Nok that he forgot he was being held by Muwon. He didn’t even notice that Muwon’s walking speed had slowed down significantly because of that.
Shops were clustered by the type of goods they sold. Fish markets were near the dock, while the path to downtown was lined with grocery and hardware stores. It was an arrangement where merchants selling similar items were grouped together.
In Cheonghwa Town, avoiding vomit left by drunkards on the streets was a common nuisance, but the Nok Province’s downtown was well-maintained and clean everywhere.
It was a season with large daily temperature differences, so people’s clothing was varied. Cheongyeon noticed a child walking ahead, holding their parents’ hands, wearing a pure white T-shirt adorned with a family of dolphins. The child’s face looked soft as if it had just been washed.
In contrast, Mr. Joo’s son, who learned arithmetic from Cheongyeon, seemed never to have his clothes clean. It was a stroke of luck if he changed his clothes once every ten days, and wearing a white T-shirt was unthinkable. His face often smeared with dirt, Cheongyeon would have him wash up before lessons.
Cheongyeon glanced at his own outfit, but instead of the old clothes, a colorful floral jacket caught his eye first. Only then did he realize that he had been looking around while being held down by Tae Muwon.
‘Truly a country bumpkin. He was so distracted that he forgot he was bitten by a shark’s tooth.’
Just as Cheongyeon was about to insist he should go on his own, Hwang Ran hastily moved ahead, stiffly standing next to a car parked on the side of the road. He opened the back door of the sleek black car.
There wasn’t a single speck of dust on the black car that Hwang Ran opened. There were vehicles in Cheonghwa Town as well, but they were not seen as often as Nok. The main means of transportation in Cheonghwa Town was ferry boats. Cheongyeon was short on money, so all he could do was walk or ride a bicycle.
“Thinking of seeking asylum in Nok?”
Muwon had heard several impressed sighs from below.
“…I like Cheonghwa Town.”
Muwon exhaled sharply, taken aback. Regardless of what he was talking about, the voice that said “I like” sounded very sweet. Muwon’s lower body was still in trouble because of Cheongyeon, who was looking around here and there while being held tightly in his arms. The smell, or rather the scent, of this guy was added to the warm and supple body, and his arousal were boiling over.
He was tempted to throw Cheongyeon in the car and fuck him, regardless of whether anyone was watching. But that would likely lead to a lifetime of silence from Cheongyeon, which was not at all pleasant. Muwon wanted to force open that tightly shut mouth by any means necessary.
Muwon led Cheongyeon by the neck into the back seat, handling him like a captured animal, causing Cheongyeon to glare at him behind his back. He pressed his butt against the soft cushion, hoping that Tae Muwon’s whimsy would end quickly.
A familiar scent filled the car, reminding Cheongyeon of when Oh Jisam had bought a new leather jacket and bragged about it. Sitting beside Muwon, the car door closed, while Hwang Ran moved to the passenger seat, his door opened by one of his men. The driver, already seated, respectfully greeted Muwon and Hwang Ran before starting the car. Hwang Ran, twisting his body back, spoke to Muwon.
“We’ll head to my shop.”
“Yeah.”
Cheongyeon couldn’t understand why he was there, or why Muwon brought him along. Did Muwon still suspect him, despite saying he was not going to doubt him anymore? Turning his face away from Muwon, he looked at the urban scenery.
As the downtown stores quickly flashed by, his eyes suddenly felt sore. Although the Peira ship was much faster, the sea was a wide horizon without any obstacles. However, the city center was a mess with so many signs and buildings that it hurt his eyes. It was the first time that such a large amount of visual information was poured in at once.
This was only his second time in a car, and the speed unnerved him. It felt like they would collide with a car coming from the opposite direction at any moment. Restlessl, he lowered his gaze to his feet.
“Country bumpkin, feeling motion sick?”
A large hand was placed on his forehead and lifted it up, forcibly raising Cheongyeon’s eyelids. Muwon laughed out loud at the sight, finding it cute when his eyelids rolled over. Maybe it was because the temper in his eyes was palpable.
Cheongyeon slapped the hand away but then flinched and trembled. He watched Muwon’s expression, but he was seemingly unfazed, leaned back and ordered, “Slow down.”
With the car slowing, Cheongyeon found it easier to look outside. Absorbed in the street view, he suddenly held his breath. The map he had memorized unfolded before his eyes.
To the diagonal left of a large intersection was Nok Province Bank, and opposite was the Nok Association building. Turning towards the Nok Association and going a bit further would lead him to the flower shop he sought.
His heart pounded. Surprisingly, the car turned right towards the Nok Association building, not left. As it straightened out after the turn, Cheongyeon’s head also turned right.
Muwon, with his arms crossed, had his eyes closed. Cheongyeon held his breath and observed the outside through the window next to Muwon. Passing a cluster of fruit shops, the flower shops began to appear.
First, second, third… until the fifth and final florist shop.
A wave of emotion surged through Cheongyeon’s eyes at that moment.
“What are you staring at so intently?”
Startled, Cheongyeon looked at Muwon, who still had his eyes closed but the yellow pupils soon revealed themselves. He then tried to look out the window again.
“I’m sorry.”
Cheongyeon hastily apologized. Muwon, puzzled, withdrew his gaze from the window.
“I wasn’t trying to… peek.”
Meaning he was looking at Muwon.
“If it bothered you…”
With Cheongyeon mumbling in front of him, Muwon let out a derisive laugh.
“You were looking at me?”
“…”
“Ah, right. You were looking at me.”
Muwon smirked, as if questioning whom Cheongyeon thought he could fool.
On an adventure with Muwon! What could go wrong! lol probably nothing everything goes Muwons way usually.
& thank you Muwon for having some respect for Cheongyeon and considering his feelings! 🦞
Thank god CY is ur resident airhead and easily amused like a little kid. U better behave muwon!