Why Are You So Kind To Everyone - Chapter 44

Jeong-yoon carefully held on to Chae-heon’s p3nis. The hot, firm sensation against his palm made his breathing quicken involuntarily. Perhaps due to tension, he unknowingly squeezed Chae-heon’s p3nis tightly. Chae-heon let out a faint moan with a furrowed brow.

A shiver ran down Jeong-yoon’s spine in an instant. He just heard Chae-heon’s moans and his whole body melted.

He was a little worried while holding on to Chae-heon’s p3nis. As he hesitated over what to do next, Chae-heon gently covered the back of his hand. A laugh tinged Chae-heon’s voice in his ear.

“You’ll figure it out by trying, Seo Jeong-yoon.”

Soon after, guided by Chae-heon’s hand over his, Jeong-yoon began languidly stroking Chae-heon up and down. The ridges between the glans and shaft, the pronounced throbbing veins, all vividly felt under his palm.

Eventually, Chae-heon’s hand withdrew. Jeong-yoon closed his eyes tightly and continued to move Chae-heon’s member on his own. Slowly stroking up and down, sometimes grazing the tip of the glans and then rubbing again. The tightly clinging organ became sticky with precum.

A suppressed breath escaped from Chae-heon’s mouth. He only stared at Jeong-yoon, whether he was desperately clinging to him or not. Caressing around Jeong-yoon’s tightly shut eyes, he brushed his earlobes, and lips, even slipping a finger past the parted seam to stroke the hidden tongue.

Jeong-yoon slightly bit Chae-heon’s finger. The teasing touch felt so strange that he couldn’t resist. Even though Chae-heon’s hands were very gentle when stroking him, a strange sensation kept swirling around him, making his body tremble. He couldn’t tell if he was exciting Chae-heon or being aroused himself. Yet seeing Chae-heon’s p3nis throb so stiffly, he must have been doing well.

Jeong-yoon’s hand gestures became a little faster. With each squelching sound, Chae-heon’s breaths grew slightly ragged. Chae-heon, who had been caressing Jeong-yoon’s face, now held his chin and kissed him deeply. Jeong-yoon, holding onto Chae-heon’s p3nis, tried to stick his tongue out as well.

Though Chae-heon should have been the breathless one, it was Jeong-yoon panting heavily instead. With a firm grip on Jeong-yoon’s hair, Chae-heon twisted his face to aggressively thrust his tongue inside, coiling around Jeong-yoon’s timid one and roughly exploring his inner mouth.

Jeong-yoon let out a heavy breath between their lips. Being so close to him felt so good that he desperately swallowed his breath and continued to stroke Chae-heon’s member.

After a while, Chae-heon bit Jeong-yoon’s lower lip until it hurt. At the same time, his p3nis began to twitch uncontrollably. The throbbing organ pulsated hotly under Jeong-yoon’s palm.

About half the semen messily coated Jeong-yoon’s hand, while the other half splattered onto Jeong-yoon’s abdomen and Chae-heon’s clothes. Jeong-yoon closed his eyes tightly and rubbed his hand vigorously. He didn’t want to let go of what was trembling under his hand.

The tongue ravaging his mouth slid out slowly, dragging along the inner membranes. The interconnected flesh and sealed lips parted.

“Haah…”

Chae-heon let out a low breath. Only then did Jeong-yoon slowly open his eyes. His dazed pupils interlocked closely with Chae-heon’s heavy-lidded gaze.

A languid sigh escaped Jeong-yoon. Etched clearly in his vision was Chae-heon’s relaxed expression right after climaxing, his eyes glazed in the afterglow, his face still flushed from lingering arousal.

Ah. It was really fvcking sexy.

Only the sound of the clock ticking was heard quietly between the rapid breathing.

Jeong-yoon only bit his lip while holding Chae-heon’s p3nis. Even after climaxing, Chae-heon’s p3nis remained stiffly erect. Its sizeable girth and stamina seemed unfair. Thinking this, Jeong-yoon let out a deep exhale.

Now what should he do?

While he was thinking alone, Chae-heon grabbed his wrist. He carefully pried Jeong-yoon’s hand off his member. Every brush of Jeong-yoon’s palm against the p3nis and glans made it twitch.

Jeong-yoon couldn’t help feeling a tinge of regret.

“Shouldn’t you do it one more time?”

He asked, fidgeting with the hand grasping his wrist. But Chae-heon just shook his head as he wiped Jeong-yoon’s damp hand on his shirt.

“It doesn’t end with just one more.”

“…”

“It’s okay. I never intended to overwhelm you from the start.”

Chae-heon planted a soft kiss on Jeong-yoon’s palm. When the ticklish sensation made Jeong-yoon’s fingers fidget, Chae-heon lightly nipped the tips. As his tongue lapped and coiled around them, Jeong-yoon’s shoulders twitched. Having seen everything already, sucking some fingers seemed fairly tame.

After a while, Chae-heon collected Jeong-yoon’s clothes and gave them to him. Not that there were many clothes – just the small pieces of cloth called boxer, but putting it on made Jeong-yoon feel somewhat reassured. Straightening his own attire, Chae-heon pulled Jeong-yoon’s waist into a tight embrace, their bodies pressing close once more.

Jeong-yoon turned his head. The bulge in Chae-heon’s pants now felt acutely pronounced against him.

‘Shouldn’t that have gone down a bit by now… What does he eat to be this insatiable…’

It was a time when Jeong-yoon was trying hard to escape reality by thinking about useless things. Suddenly his body was lifted. Chae-heon lifted him up and started moving like carrying a child.

Caught off-guard nude, Jeong-yoon flailed his legs. But there was no escaping Chae-heon’s grasp. Was this 190cm frame truly so towering? And Jeong-yoon wasn’t particularly short or small either. Reality felt lamentable somehow.

“Where to?”

“To wash up.”

“I can walk there myself.”

“I just wanted to carry you.”

“Oh, alright then.”

Jeong-yoon nodded and readily agreed. Right, if that’s what he wanted, might as well obediently let himself be carried. He didn’t feel like arguing further.

Past the kitchen and around a curve, a small corridor led to a lone bathroom. The house seemed large for the bathroom to be tucked away in such an odd, secluded spot.

At the door, Chae-heon set Jeong-yoon down and calmly asked,

“Shall I bathe you, or shall we bathe together?”

“I’ll wash myself!”

Jeong-yoon shook his head fervently. Neither of Chae-heon’s proposed options appealed to him.

Chae-heon just chuckled and easily agreed,

“Alright, then.”

Suggesting they bathe together was probably just a tease from the start.

Meanwhile, Chae-heon’s gaze calmly studied Jeong-yoon’s pale nape, his straight collarbones accentuating his slender frame, and his smooth shoulders. Feeling that stare, Jeong-yoon blushed and tried covering his exposed body, even though nothing was actually hidden. While Kang Chae-heon remained fully dressed in his shirt and pants, Jeong-yoon alone stood there barely clothed – a reality that mortified him. He already fell short of appearing elegant and pretty, yet here he was baring his primal form.

Soon after, Chae-heon turned away with a slight exhale.

“Go ahead and bathe then.”

It seemed like he was planning to go to another bathroom.

The moment Chae-heon disappeared around the corner, Jeong-yoon darted frantically into the bathroom. Clicking the door shut behind him, he immediately sank to the floor.

“Wow…”

Jeong-yoon had been standing there acting calm until just now, but as soon as he had some alone time, he relaxed and his legs became weak. Huddled with his head in his hands, he whimpered softly.

“Gosh… Oh wow…”

He just kept making stupid exclamations. Memories of what had just happened with Chae-heon rushed back to him. Kissing, touching, teasing, getting excited—Jeong-yoon had seen Chae-heon’s heated gaze, experienced his lingering gaze, and discovered how sexy his secretive demeanor was. He had truly gotten to know the very personal and secretive side of Kang Chae-heon.

… Ah. Just thinking about it made him feel hot. It couldn’t go on like this. He needed to take a cold shower. Jeong-yoon dashed into the stall and stood under the cold spray.

“Ah, cold!”

Even though the water was cold, it was too cold. He hunched his shoulders, fidgeting this way and that until the heated flush dissipated somewhat. But then he realized he had overlooked one crucial detail in his haste:

His underwear. He had stepped into the shower still wearing it.

He sighed and leaned against the wall. Cold water was still dripping from above his head. What an utter fool he was. Being around Kang Chae-heon seemed to addle his senses and turn him into a blithering idiot.

It was a time when he was internally criticizing himself for being a ‘fool.’ A knock was heard outside the door.

The only person in this house who would knock on the bathroom door would be Chae-heon. Jeong-yoon asked toward the closed door.

“Why?”

“I put your clothes in the basket in front of the door. These are new clothes, so don’t worry and wear them.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

Jeong-yoon secretly smiled as he lathered up with foam. He was told not to worry about new clothes. He actually preferred the clothes Chae-heon had worn. He wanted to roll around in them, smelling his scent and warmth. It was a perverted thought, but honestly, that’s how he felt.

Still, Chae-heon’s considerate gesture felt remarkably thoughtful. Kang Chae-heon, ever so courteous to all – no wonder he was so properly prepared, befitting his class president pedigree.

Jeong-yoon started washing again with a relieved heart. The sweet scent of body wash was refreshing today.