Eighteen’s Bed Novel Completed - Chapter 26

As my eyebrows furrowed involuntarily, Go Yohan’s eyes curved into a smile. Looking into those eyes, I thought Go Yohan was more like a wicked demon who had infiltrated a sacred place like a church than a devout believer. He’s definitely not a believer. Rather, he’s a blasphemer. To think that the meaning of what he lightly said at the restaurant was this.

“…”

But like someone possessed by a demon, I approached and quietly looked down at Han Junwoo. He was sleeping as if dead, his face half-swollen. The first emotion that came to mind when I saw his closed eyes was, of course, not love. I spat on Han Junwoo’s face.

Actually, I didn’t have to do anything. It would have been fine enough. I could have just scolded Go Yohan, acted refined, pretended not to belong anywhere as usual, and remained the innocent Kang Joon loved by everyone.

But I didn’t want to. Why did he trample on me then? I didn’t express or force my feelings. Why did he crush me? And for that cheap love, that bastard. That dog-like bastard.

My deeply resentful anger and betrayal fell on Han Junwoo’s bridge of his nose and cheek. When an opportunity arose to do something to Han Junwoo, it wasn’t an expression of desperate, self-sacrificing love, but this petty revenge. It was clear that I was no different from Go Yohan.

“Wow, what the heck.”

Go Yohan clapped his hands, delighted. Fearing someone might catch me, I roughly wiped Han Junwoo’s face with the blanket covering him, as if just to remove the moisture. At my action, Go Yohan finally cupped his cheeks with both hands, overjoyed.

“This must be happiness, Jun-ah!”

“…What on earth.”

Me too, but Go Yohan is truly insane.

We left the hospital room as visiting hours ended. Go Yohan hummed a soft tune, and I walked silently beside him. Then Go Yohan stopped humming and asked me.

“Oh, right, Jun-ah.”

“…?”

“Hey, do you want to go somewhere and hang out today?”

Now he seems to like me. Bad bastard. I took a step and replied.

“Whatever.”

At my words, Go Yohan suddenly walked ahead of me. Surprised by his action, I raised my head to see him turn around in front of me and place his hand on my shoulder. As if looking at a proud dog.

“You know what.”

“…What.”

“Now I quite like you.”

It was a nuance of praise from above. That subtly critical nuance made me uncomfortable.

I fell into thought. Should I point out this nuance, or pretend not to know and bow my head before Go Yohan? The crossroads of choice always come suddenly. Just like now.

How could my life head in a better direction? I pondered for a moment, then chose the easier path. Although Go Yohan was someone I wouldn’t see after graduating high school, he was still necessary for a smooth high school life.

I smiled slightly and shrugged. Still, I wanted to speak as little subserviently as possible.

“It’s probably because you and I just saw eye to eye today.”

“Eye to eye?”

Go Yohan repeated my words, then slowly stretched his lips into a smile against the sunset.

“Wow. You really hate Han Junwoo, don’t you?”

His tone was clearly sarcastic. But there was no animosity. A face like chilling frost. And Go Yohan, with blue mold on his jaw. I saw the dark background of the window as darkness slowly descended. Go Yohan was faintly reflected in the darkened window.

“Thank you.”

Go Yohan, reflected in the window, smiled faintly. His pure white teeth were slightly visible. For what? Hating Han Junwoo? Or finding the teeth Han Junwoo ruined? He didn’t state the most important fact, so I couldn’t understand what Go Yohan was grateful for.

“Let’s go.”

“…Okay.”

Still, from the moment I heard those words, I grew quite fond of Go Yohan. In truth, I’m not sure when this liking began, but it can be said that now is when I finally acknowledged it.

Lately, I’ve been pondering Go Yohan. It’s because, strangely, wherever my gaze landed, Go Yohan was there. I’m not the strange one. If anyone’s strange, it’s Go Yohan. Go Yohan is petty and narrow-minded, and contrary to pursuing an ascetic life, he has immense sexual curiosity.

“It’s fellatio that kills. My girlfriend does it for me every weekend. Hey? You guys don’t know, do you? A hyung told me that semen is good for women’s skin.”

“No wonder they told me to just spray it on my face when I went with the guys last time.”

“That’s probably because your semen is disgusting to eat, isn’t it?”

“That’s your story.”

“No, your story.”

“Honestly, the ones who get paid do fellatio better. They’ve done it a lot, so they know the methods well.”

“Fuck. My girlfriend has love. Love.”

“Not a freebie?”

“You bastard, you’re dead. Seriously.”

The guys in school who were considered quite handsome mostly had relationships with girlfriends, while the less attractive but boastful ones collectively pooled their pocket money to lose their virginity at “cushion houses.” Honestly, most high school students lose their first experience at cushion houses, so Han Junwoo’s one-night club story was a dream fantasy for incompetent kids. For that reason, these idiotic kids were enthusiastic about Han Junwoo’s stories.

For men, the number of sexual encounters was like the number of medals, and when it was talked about, whether it was a girlfriend or a prostitute, they remained only as beings who had bestowed a medal upon the man. Even those shy acts done secretly were often treated the same as low-quality sex videos found with a quick internet search. As if it were something to brag about. Those idiotic sluts.

From the perspective of those sluts, Go Yohan was also a fool who hadn’t earned a medal, but Go Yohan, on the contrary, treated them as fools.

“Fuck. What the hell. Aren’t these all sluts?”

Seeing this situation, I can somewhat understand why Go Yohan came to dislike Han Junwoo. Perhaps, by his standards, he couldn’t stand the germs that would rot society. Whether it was prostitution or homosexuality.

“Stop reeking of STDs and get lost.”

Go Yohan’s tone was always playful, yet clearly contained an aggressive condescension towards the other person. So, individuals within the group that Go Yohan broadly included felt discomfort. Here, the hierarchy was revealed again. The lower-ranked ones would just laugh it off, but those closer in rank to Go Yohan would counter with half-joking, half-serious remarks, just as Go Yohan did.

Most of it was perpetrated by Kim Minho, and his main weapon was Go Yohan’s ignorance of sexual experience.

“Ah, damn it. Why is a virgin getting involved here? Virgins, get lost.”

But Go Yohan just smiled subtly and acted slyly, like a snake.

“Isn’t it because what you guys are saying is so idiotic that I’m getting involved?”

“What, you bastard. What do you know? A virgin talking nonsense.”

“Watch closely. I’m doing you pathetic high schoolers who only shout ‘fellatio’ a favor.”

Go Yohan, grinning, opened his mouth. A slender finger poked the center of his tongue.

“This is fellatio.”

Next, he opened his mouth wide enough to show his throat, then deeply inserted and withdrew his finger.

“That just now was deepthroat.”

This time, he tilted his head slightly. He took his slender finger out of his mouth and poked the area between his chin and neck.

“This inside here is irrumatio, babies. You have to reach that far to be a man. Is your dick so tiny that you only know fellatio? That damn fellatio. It makes my heart ache to see you guys constantly shouting only fellatio. Does it only reach the tongue? What if your dick size is the same as when your mom changed your diapers? If your moms saw you naked, they’d probably get nostalgic and change you with Huggies.”

“Fuck. Where do you learn this stuff? Is this bastard doing it secretly behind our backs?”

“No. Read a book. You idiot. A book. You idiot.”

Go Yohan tapped the face of the guy who had just pointed him out with a thin book, with a ‘thwack, thwack’ sound at each syllable. “F-u-ck!” Hoarse voices, past puberty, chuckled raucously.

At that time, I was talking about a pop quiz with Ahn Jisoo near the front of the classroom. Ahn Jisoo often adopted a wary attitude towards me, who clearly had lower grades than him, and as proof, he would always ask me for my test results after a test. And he was just as sensitive about his own grades. He would become extremely agitated if he found any factor that lowered his grades.

Most of the reasons for that were the noise pollution from the back of the classroom.

“Ah, it’s really noisy…”

He muttered in a small voice, as if it was a monologue that slipped out, then flinched and glanced at me. It was because he knew that some of my close friends were in that group.

“It’s okay. Honestly, I find it noisy too.”

“Ah, no… Ah. How did you solve problem number 25?”

Ahn Jisoo stretched his neck out and looked at my test paper over my arm. I reached out to cover the problem, then bit my lip once and answered in a rather generous voice.

“I got that one wrong. It was hard.”

“Really? Oh, well, I got it right, but I’m not sure.”

So what? You idiot.

“Then wouldn’t it be better to ask the teacher than me? I’m not confident.”

“I’m just checking again before asking to organize it. You’re good at studying.”

Ahn Jisoo glanced at me and smiled subtly. There was no way to tell if it was a smile that naturally formed during the conversation, or if he was smiling because he liked the situation. However, Ahn Jisoo was a smart kid. If I were to show jealousy here, I felt like I would become a dog that lost a fight, so I pretended to listen to Ahn Jisoo’s interpretation, which I didn’t really want to hear.

In other words, both of us had ulterior motives.

“Player number 1. It’s Park Dongcheol with the bouncy, firm butt!”

Listening to the back again, the topic had already shifted somewhere else.

“Alright. Dongcheol, ready?”

“Yes!”

Giggles echoed loudly, beyond whispers.

“Seriously, this crazy bastard! Hey! Yohan! Look at this! He’s insane, this guy!”

“So funny. Go Yohan. Look quickly! Isn’t that guy crazy, this!”

Amidst the commotion, I placed my hand on the printout on Ahn Jisoo’s desk and turned my body. I felt Ahn Jisoo also turn to look at the back of the classroom, following my lead.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Park Dongcheol had the neck of a soda bottle in his mouth. He pursed his lips and, holding the body of the bottle with his hands, slowly moved it back and forth. I frowned.

“What are they doing?”

“Yeah.”

I shook my head at Ahn Jisoo’s words. However, I definitely didn’t know what was happening. I was just flustered by the situation.

“What on earth are they doing…”

The green bottle moving in and out of Park Dongcheol’s mouth grew faster, and the depth it went in became deeper. The splashing sound inside the bottle intensified, and the cheers of the guys around him grew louder.

“Dongcheol, that crazy bastard!”

“That guy’s got moves!”

The green bottle curved and bent, and sometimes it came completely out of Park Dongcheol’s mouth, so clearly that Park Dongcheol’s tongue was clearly blocking the bottle’s opening. The speed increased, and Park Dongcheol sat on his chair, spread his legs, and bent his waist to look at the floor.

White foam was streaming from between Park Dongcheol’s lips. The soda foam ran down Park Dongcheol’s chin and wet the wooden floor.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Oh. Oh. The short gasps gradually echoed louder in a faster rhythm, and Park Dongcheol, who had been bent in half at the waist, suddenly stood up. At the same time, he straightened his waist and pulled the plastic bottle out of his mouth. As the bottle’s opening and Park Dongcheol’s tongue separated, the foam that had been somewhat blocked flowed out uncontrollably.

“He’s cumming, he’s cumming!”

Park Dongcheol lowered his arm, held the soda near his genitals, and shook it wildly. The guys nearby raised their arms to avoid it, but they couldn’t avoid their uniform sleeves getting soaked with soda.

“Ah! Fuck! Gross!”

“Hehehe. You idiot!”

Soda foam marks were subtly left around Park Dongcheol’s mouth, and drops hanging from his chin dripped onto his shirt. The bottle’s opening was now facing the floor. All the liquid was either sprayed nearby or plunged to the floor, leaving dark brown stains. Truly disgusting.

“…”

Does he really want to fit in with them that badly? Park Dongcheol’s desperate antics were so pitiful that I couldn’t even bear to look. When I turned my head, Ahn Jisoo seemed to be thinking the same thing, as he was grimacing. In the midst of it, Go Yohan wiped his chin with his thumb, as if pressing it, and laughed.

From that day on, the boys in our school followed Go Yohan and used the word ‘irrumatio’ instead of ‘fellatio’.