Free Web NovelHe watched Heewon for several more minutes in that position, then finally flipped his body over. The sudden change in posture startled Heewon. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Kwon Youngjae started moving his hips, making it pointless.
They had been together for quite some time by now. Kwon Youngjae knew Heewon’s body inside and out. He could find the spots that felt good and where to thrust to make him lose control even with his eyes closed.
He deliberately thrust slowly, teasingly. He closely observed Heewon’s reactions while adding wet caresses.
“Haah, huff, uhng.”
The rigid body gradually relaxed. A series of low moans escaped, and Heewon’s hips trembled. It was a familiar response.
Kwon finally realized why he felt uneasy. Although Heewon was opening up physically, he was consciously controlling his pheromones. While steadily sinking into pleasure, he intentionally hid the pheromone emission, which Kwon couldn’t understand.
As soon as he noticed the difference from usual, impatience set in. When they were together, Heewon usually responded honestly, but now he was performing out of obligation. It wasn’t communion but handling a task.
Did he still misunderstand? Kwon had no idea what was going through Heewon’s mind, which only fueled his frustration. He knew well how prideful Heewon was and that no matter how much he pushed, he wouldn’t reveal his true feelings.
He deliberately didn’t point this out and treated him the same. “Fine, do as you like.” His thrusts grew harsher. He even felt somewhat resentful, like dealing with a brat in puberty.
Their relationship had always been soaked with pheromones. With ample lubrication, even a slight movement caused a splash.
But today felt barren. The only wet sounds were heavy breaths, moans, and tongue strokes. The ironic part was that even these provocations relentlessly tore into each other.
At a glance, it was no different from Beta-level sex. Instead of the dizzying pheromones, the sex was full of the lustful smell of sweat. Though the act was wildly obsessed with each other’s bodies, it was maddening.
“Haah, jeon, mu-nim, hhuut, I... I think I’m going to come.”
“Come? When have you ever come without my permission?”
Kwon relentlessly sucked on his neck. Heewon, flushed red, trembled beneath him. Kwon himself, nearing climax, increased the speed of his thrusts. As he pounded repeatedly, Heewon shook back and forth and grabbed his shoulder with a snap.
“Uht, huu.”
During the climax, Heewon scratched his own forearm instead of Kwon’s broad shoulders. Even in that dazed state, he drew a clear boundary.
They both gasped as if they had just finished a race. Sweat dripped from their intertwined bodies. After a brief pause to catch their breath amid the slippery skin rubbing, Heewon twisted his body first to slip out of Kwon’s embrace while Kwon removed the condom.
He weakly propped himself up on the bed, then immediately started putting his clothes back on. His sweat was still not dry.
“......”
Seeing this, Kwon burst out a bitter laugh. How was this different from forcing sex on someone who didn’t want it? Naturally, he didn’t feel good.
Heewon finished getting ready to leave. His shirt was buttoned roughly, and he threw on his jacket and coat. His flushed cheeks had returned to their natural color as if nothing had happened.
“I’ll be going now.”
“Busy? Leaving just like that?”
“I want to go rest.”
Kwon tilted his head slightly and lightly pressed his long neck. He had many things he wanted to say but was trying to hold back.
“Wait. Wash up, I’ll take you home.”
Without waiting for an answer, he walked into the adjoining bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water came.
“......”
Standing alone in the middle of the room, Heewon rubbed his troubled face. After long contemplation, he left the room.
The body that had been full of heat quickly cooled in the cold wind. It was now appropriate to call the weather winter. Heewon tightened his coat collar and walked up the hill.
After sweating profusely, his head cleared considerably. It was perfect for sorting out his thoughts.
He had clearly realized through the recent sex: he was not drawn to Kwon Youngjae because of pheromones. Unknown to him, his heart had already drifted far away.
Heewon laughed in disbelief at the fact he was harboring unrequited love. Of all people, Kwon Youngjae. The future already looked bleak for a love that wouldn’t be reciprocated.
He stopped briefly and looked down at the ground. A deep sigh escaped his lips, mixing with his breath.
Unrequited love is a loss. Better to give up quickly.
If he were younger, he might have broken and hurt himself right away, but Heewon was too much of an adult. He had learned through experience that it was best not to do what he couldn’t handle.
The problem was, he couldn’t even bring himself to cut him off. Was there any way to at least stop the sex? Could he really make such a firm decision?
Kwon Youngjae was a man impossible to refuse. Above all, he knew well that Heewon’s will wasn’t that strong.
Just as his worries deepened, the phone in his jacket pocket rang.
Could it be Kwon Youngjae? Though reluctant, he took out the phone. The caller was unexpectedly Professor Kwon.
— Secretary Kim, is this a good time? You’re not still working, right?
Professor Kwon’s gentle voice flowed through the speaker. Heewon instantly relaxed and slowly wiped his tense face. He resumed walking.
“Yes, I’m just leaving work now.”
— That’s good. Ah... it’s not about that.
Professor Kwon hesitated before stating his business. Heewon silently listened and suddenly stopped.
“...A matchmaking meeting?”
— A good match came up, and you were the first person who came to mind. Don’t feel pressured, just speak freely. I’m not forcing you. You know? Both Soran and I care a lot about you. We want you to be happy.
Does my son bring unhappiness if he’s with you? The question suddenly popped into Heewon’s mind. It was ridiculous. Why ask Professor Kwon that?
“Thank you for telling me....”
— If you really don’t want to, it’s okay to refuse.
Heewon let out a big sigh from deep inside. The answer didn’t take long.
“I’ll do it.”
— ...Really? Um, just a moment.
Voices murmured through the speaker. Probably Professor Kwon was informing Mrs. Im of Heewon’s decision.
He’s agreeing? Really? What will happen now? Oh no, it’s out.
He probably wanted to test Heewon’s intentions. It wasn’t hard to understand their situation either. Heewon just didn’t have the energy to get more involved. He deliberately cut off attention and pretended not to hear the conversation.
— Secretary Kim... you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.
Heewon clutched his throbbing forehead and said,
“Please tell me the time and place. I’ll meet them.”
It was obvious his mind would continue to be unsettled like this. He liked Kwon Youngjae but found it difficult to express his feelings. In any case, the possibility of being with him was slim.
The longer this state dragged on, the harder it would be for him alone. He needed to find a way to forcibly sever his feelings toward Kwon.
Perhaps this matchmaking meeting was his last chance.
Heewon hurried to prepare for the appointment on time. Pausing in front of the mirror, he noticed the congestion marks on his neck and stopped briefly.
It had been two days since they had sex, but the marks hadn’t faded; in fact, the color had deepened. Usually, such visible spots faded quickly... Kwon Youngjae must not have been himself that day.
The marks were in a place barely covered by his shirt. After a moment of hesitation, Heewon chose to cover them safely.
He put on a black turtleneck covering his neck and stood again before the mirror. His pale face sharply contrasted with the dark clothing. He rubbed his face carelessly, wondering why he looked like he hadn’t even eaten a bowl of porridge.
Then he carefully styled his hair. Putting on his coat, he looked somewhat dressed up. It was a rare day off. Moreover, it was the first time he was going to a matchmaking meeting. Heewon looked at his reflection in the mirror and took a short breath. Nothing difficult. Just meet lightly and come back.
On Sunday at noon, the hotel lounge showed several awkward couples typical for matchmaking spots. Upon entering, Heewon scanned the area. Since he didn’t know who his match was, he decided to call first.
— Hello?
“Hello, I’m the person you’re supposed to meet today. Have you arrived?”
— Ah, yes. I’m at—
From a corner, a tall man stood abruptly. Their eyes met easily. At the same moment, the man pressed his phone to his ear, wearing a dazed expression. freewёbnoνel.com
“Secretary Kim?”
“...Uh, hello.”
Heewon was equally surprised to see the person face to face. It was none other than Executive Director Kwon’s close friend. He had heard he was a pediatrician, but never imagined it would be Kim Seokjun.
