Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 184 Our Lord, Kang Jun

“Ah, my neck.”

I rubbed my heavy eyes with my hand.

In the room, where not a single ray of light penetrated due to the blackout curtains, the only thing shining was my phone screen. The incessant blinking light seeped through my eyelids. Ugh. I groaned and picked up my phone, which had been rolling around somewhere near my head. There was a reason it was blinking so much.

Five missed calls and two unread messages. With a hazy mind, I checked them from the bottom up.

「Son, I’m sorry I keep not being able to come home. The client messed everything up and then everyone went on Christmas vacation, you know? I’m sick of all this fuss about welfare and whatever. Still, I’ll push them so we can spend the last of the year together. I always love you.」

“……”

It dawned on me. Most of the countless anniversaries I’d experienced throughout my life had passed without incident, so much so that I couldn’t even remember how I’d spent them. Most of the time, we’d celebrate all the anniversaries in the month my parents came home at once, but there was no reason to suddenly feel sad or lonely now.

「Me too. I miss you.」

After sending a reply, I indifferently glanced at the remaining missed calls. Kang Soohyun. That damn Kang Soohyun. Does this bastard have no friends besides me? He’s truly a pain in the ass.

「No answer, so here’s a test: Did the amusement park have its annual fireworks event or not?」

He even added some bullshit.

「Didn’t.」

And then I dropped the phone from my hand as if throwing it away.

As I started to wake up, a headache set in. At least it was just a headache. My lower back throbbed, so I buried my face in the blanket for a moment and groaned. The blanket smelled different than usual. A scent that wasn’t mine. The scent of blue melancholy. It was Go Yohan’s scent.

I buried my nose deep in the blanket and sniffed. Why did Go Yohan always smell so good? Even when I disliked him, I thought his scent was nice. It was like soap, and cool.

“Good.”

Then the thought just slipped out of my mouth.

Well, what did it matter if it slipped out or not? If something’s good, it’s good. My mind was hazy, but that didn’t mean I was stupid. This was my home anyway. And there would be no one to hear…

“Good? My little white eggplant.”

…There wouldn’t be, there shouldn’t have been.

As my mind snapped awake, I felt a firm arm wrap around my waist. Soft, fine hair tickled my cheek and neck, and a gentle voice was right next to my ear. Only then did I open my swollen eyelids wide. And as soon as I realized the place I was lying wasn’t my bed, I quickly rewound yesterday’s memories.

Reality and memory told me. This was Go Yohan’s bed. And, of course, I was naked. I didn’t know why Go Yohan, who was lying on his side behind me, was like this.

“Should we do something even better this morning?”

The hand tickling my stomach slowly moved lower. As slender fingers passed below my smooth navel, I hastily grabbed Go Yohan’s wrist.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t talk. Your voice is hoarse.”

“So don’t… I said don’t. My back really hurts. I almost died yesterday trying to take you. And I’ve told you before, I’m not a bottom, anyway, that.”

“Then if this isn’t a white eggplant, what is it, a peeled eggplant?”

“Ugh…!”

My wrist, held by me, probably didn’t even itch him. Go Yohan chuckled once, then pulled my hand down with his strength. Then he rubbed the top of my penis with his fingers, acting shamelessly.

“If you don’t like it being flat here, should I put some hair removal cream on it?”

“Just get lost!”

I shouted and forcefully pulled Go Yohan’s hand away. My ears were hot with embarrassment, so I blindly grabbed the blanket and pulled it between my legs. That annoying bastard. I didn’t even want to look at Go Yohan’s face, so I buried my head in the blanket and didn’t lift it.

However, Go Yohan didn’t lift the blanket or tease me. He just half-rose, then lifted my arms and legs to examine them. That, in turn, piqued my curiosity.

“What are you doing?”

Finally, I couldn’t contain my curiosity and turned my back. It was when Go Yohan was looking at my right hand.

“Checking.”

“Checking what?”

As soon as I opened my mouth, the hand that had been touching my flesh reached the thickest part of my palm. A stinging sensation instantly rose, making me flinch. Why did it hurt there? As I tried to recall the cause, my head grew hot. It was because I remembered holding the safety bar and kneeling in the shaking car.

“The skin here is slightly peeled.”

“N-not really. It doesn’t hurt.”

I hid my face again. It was because of my face, which I knew without looking in a mirror.

But Go Yohan didn’t seem to notice my face at all, as he ran his hand down my side and hip. My hidden chest pounded as if it would burst. While I was distracted, my leg was lifted, and a sensation like a knife cut came from my knee, making me let out a small groan.

“Ah!”

“This is red too.”

“It’s just a scraped knee. It’s nothing.”

“Does anything else hurt?”

Shake, shake. I literally shook my head. I just wanted you to put my leg down quickly.

My wish came true sooner than I expected. Go Yohan gently put my leg down as if handling a jewel. Relief washed over me. It was probably due to the feeling of accomplishment from having dealt with a difficult task.

I shouldn’t have felt so relieved. I shouldn’t have let my guard down. I should have noticed Go Yohan’s movement.

“……Huh?”

Suddenly, my hips were grabbed, and my body was spun around into a proper position. Before I knew it, I saw the ceiling light above me. Oh. My legs were spread apart before I had time to be surprised. The blanket, which had been tucked between my legs, fell to the floor with gravity. Oh, oh. Oh. And then a hot, hard sensation touched my knee. I frantically sat up slightly and looked over the piled-up blanket.

“G-Go Yohan.”

Go Yohan, who had settled between my legs, had his eyes closed and was licking my knee.

At my call, Go Yohan opened his eyes slightly, then closed them again. In the familiar darkness, Go Yohan’s pupils shone brilliantly and then disappeared. He seemed to be smiling, yet also expressionless. Go Yohan’s inscrutable expression was hidden by my legs. Chuuup—. A long, drawn-out sound made my knee feel cold. Go Yohan gently lifted his lips from my knee and stroked the area near the wound with his finger, saying,

“I’m giving you first aid.”

Then he looked up at me and smiled.

Before I could stop him, Go Yohan licked my knee again. His long neck and broad shoulders, exposed as he bent his large body to kiss me, were fully visible.

“……”

Honestly, it was a very harmful sight for me. It was lewd. Too lewd. Moreover, he wasn’t wearing underwear, and the distinct outline of his crotch, clearly visible with every movement of his waist as he wore training pants, was too stimulating. I subtly averted my gaze and opened my mouth.

“You, um, you seem to be hard.”

“That’s right. I am.”

I gathered the blanket with my fingertips. If you know, don’t do this. At the same time, words came to mind. Should I do this, or not? A scale with weights on both sides swayed back and forth. Finally, one of the scales in my head tilted and fell to one side. I spread my fingers again.

“……Hey.”

Go Yohan raised his eyes and asked, “Why?”

“Should I touch you upfront?”

And when Go Yohan’s eyes wavered for a moment, I inwardly cheered. My timid pride surged through my chest. My foolish actions always stemmed from stubbornness. My history, too, was built on stubbornness. Just like now.

I lifted the leg Go Yohan was holding. Go Yohan’s gaze followed my movement to my foot, and I stepped on the inside of Go Yohan’s thigh with the sole of my foot.

“……I’m giving you first aid too.”

At my provocation, Go Yohan moved his hand and slowly grabbed my ankle. Then he firmly held my foot against his crotch and nodded. With a very expectant, moist expression.

“Yes, please.”

Then how can I not do it? Go Yohan is just adorable.

Unfortunately, the <Go Yohan Report>, which I intended to finish, was still not finished. I had found enjoyment in observing Go Yohan, which started as an assignment. It seemed to be due to my inherent personality, which enjoys observing people.

The only difference was that the format had disappeared. I just wrote whenever a thought came to mind, and sometimes I forgot to write. That’s why my <Go Yohan Report> was spontaneous.

1. Go O-O’s cooking, even if it looks like hell’s hot pot (presumed to be tteokbokki ramen), tastes quite good.

101-1. What a strange bastard.

But why does my food taste like this?

“I followed the recipe exactly.”

It said to add an appropriate amount, so I added an appropriate amount. It said to add a pinch, so I added a pinch. I did exactly as the recipe said, so why does it taste bad? This is a matter that needs serious questioning. This isn’t my fault either. What exactly is an appropriate amount? I needed precise measurements.

However, Go Yohan measures that “appropriate amount” annoyingly well. Why does he measure it so well? To observe that, I decided to make a mistake while pretending to cook for Go Yohan. So, this food was not intentional.

“Jun, how long do I have to stay like this?”

“How do you season this? What exactly is an appropriate amount?”

“Can’t I just do it?”

“No, what I want to know is what an appropriate amount is. Is it 30g?”

“Don’t you feel the appropriate feeling?”

“So what is that appropriate feeling?”

“Can’t I just do it?”

The conversation went in circles. I was even less convinced. No, why on earth? Why not? Furthermore, Go Yohan was slumped in the chair, looking at my state with disdain. That expression made me even angrier.

“Jun, cooking for yourself is something only pathetic people do.”

“You just made the entire nation pathetic.”

“Listen carefully, Jun. I have a lot of money. What should you do when you have a lot of money?”

“Save it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Diversify your investments.”

“No. You should spend it. My foolish Jun, listen carefully? What you’re doing right now is leading the country to ruin. People with a lot of capital need to spend that capital for the economy to circulate. So stop it now. You are a traitor to the nation.”

“Trying to cook is going to the extent of being a traitor to the nation?”

“Rebellion originally starts from the desire for stability in food, clothing, and shelter.”

“……”

Anyway, Go Yohan’s logic remained the same. And his logic remained plausible. So, I subtly changed the subject.

“I spent money. I contributed greatly to the consumer market.”

I clenched my indignant fist and surveyed the food waste scattered on the sink. If what I did wasn’t consumption, then what was it? Art? I glared at Go Yohan with resentful eyes. Then Go Yohan covered his face with his palm and openly mumbled.

“Ah, I’m going crazy. Seriously.”

Then Go Yohan chuckled and peeled a tangerine. Late January. It was a good time for tangerines.

Even after the yellow peel fell away, the bright yellow tangerine segments didn’t go into Go Yohan’s mouth. Go Yohan’s right hand clumsily peeled off the white pith of the tangerine. He moved so carefully that his middle finger, suspended in the air, trembled slightly.

“Done.”

Go Yohan looked at the completely bright yellow tangerine, smiled broadly, and then swept all the messy ingredients away with one arm. With a clattering noise, the ingredients I had bought fell to the floor. A few strawberries burst on the floor. I closed my eyes in surprise, but then immediately opened them and silently stared at the squashed strawberries on the floor, pretending nothing had happened.

Go Yohan tapped the sink with his fingers as if playing a piano. As if telling me to look at him. When I turned my gaze to Go Yohan, he straightened his shoulders with a satisfied expression. He tapped his fingers together, making a sound.

“Stop doing useless things and just eat the tangerine.”

His long index finger, with prominent knuckles, pointed at the tangerine.

“I, the uninvited guest, will now take my leave.”

And Go Yohan left without cleaning up the fallen ingredients. I heard the front door close and slowly reached out to grab the tangerine in front of me. The tangerine, which I put in my mouth as if chewing an apple, tasted sweet. Like a tangerine harvested in late winter.

“He doesn’t even know I was trying to make him a cake. That bastard.”

The sweet, sweet tangerine lingered in my mouth. I stopped chewing the tangerine and pouted. Then I bent down and pulled out a small paper bag hidden in the cabinet under the sink. Inside was a small box. It was a relief it wasn’t discovered. I smiled wryly and put the rest of the tangerine in my mouth.

At the same time, the doorbell rang.

“I’m sorry. I accidentally pushed them off.”

“No.”

“I was going to clean up before you arrived.”

“It’s okay, if you need anything, just call me. I’ll do anything for you.”

“……No.”

Did Go Yohan intend it? He must have known that today was the day the housekeeper came when he pushed all the ingredients under the sink.

The empty refrigerator was filled with side dishes, and the house was tidied up. There was nothing to begin with that would make it messy, but surprisingly, the housekeeper had clearly tidied up the house, which had no reason to be messy, much cleaner than before.

A cool breeze wafted in, and it was a silent morning where the sun hadn’t fully risen yet. The calm atmosphere one feels after waking up late tickled me. Of course, also the loud vacuum cleaner sound.

I sat at the dining table, picked one of the few surviving tomatoes, and bit into it.

The kitchen was quickly cleaned. The scattered trash on the floor disappeared without a trace. Professionals are indeed different. I secretly admired it, sucking the juice flowing from the strawberry. The overflowing liquid ran down my fingers and formed a large drop on my wrist. I lightly lowered my eyelids and licked the liquid from my wrist.

It was an ordinary day, but there were times when tension surged through that ordinary routine. That was when the housekeeper opened the door to Go Yohan’s room. There was no chance of being caught, but I always found myself glancing at it as if I were the one who had done something wrong.