Kiss Me if You Can Novel Completed - Chapter 22

“Hey, your face looks much better!”

Henry was the first to speak to Josh upon his return from vacation. He too looked much healthier than when Josh had last seen him.

“He must have copied that scene and watched it constantly.”

Seth subtly whispered. In short, Henry loved watching Josh and Chase fight whenever he had a moment. As proof, Henry, who was usually grumpy, was beaming today and clapped Josh on the shoulder.

“It’s good to be home, isn’t it? How’s the kid, was he playing well? When are you bringing him over? I’ll buy him something delicious.”

Henry, who had screamed and ranted at a child who cut in line at an amusement park, calling him a future criminal, usually detested children. But asking Josh to bring Pete over meant he was in an exceptionally good mood. Of course, Josh had no intention of doing so.

“Well, yeah. Thanks.”

Josh vaguely greeted them and entered the mansion. He was looking for Mark when Isaac came running from afar.

“Josh! Welcome back!”

Josh, who had been waiting for Isaac, who had literally bounded over, looked at his flushed face, which was probably from running, and replied.

“Oh, you’ve been well, right? Nothing happened?”

“Nothing much here, of course. Did you get enough rest at home?”

At the nonchalant question, Josh gave a wry smile.

“Rest? I spent two whole days doing house repairs because there were so many places that needed fixing. It’s a good thing I didn’t have to take apart the toilet. And why does the grass grow so fast? I almost thought about tearing it all up and just paving it with cement.”

“Oh, I see. It would be troublesome if a neighbor reported you.”

Isaac, who had also chuckled, hesitated for a moment before adding.

“…I missed you.”

“Oh, right. Where’s Mark?”

Josh changed the subject without much thought. Isaac seemed flustered but then pointed to one side as if nothing was wrong.

“In the dining room. He’s eating.”

“Thanks, see you later.”

He gave a brief greeting and left. Isaac stood there for a moment, as if he had more to say, then turned away.

Is something wrong?

Puzzled by Isaac’s uncharacteristic behavior, Josh hurried his steps. As he went up to the second floor, the view outside the window suddenly caught his eye.

Below, in the garden, was a pool. It was the very pool where Chase had almost killed Josh. A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled the chilling memory. The beach chair where Chase had been stretched out was empty that day.

He suddenly realized he had unconsciously been looking for Chase. Is he resting in his room now?

Haa, haa. Haa. Haa.

The rough breaths of the man beneath him filled his ears, disorienting him. His firm chest rose and fell dramatically, and his small nipples stood erect. When he rubbed his lips against the engorged nipples, the man let out a deep groan.

<Ah, ha… Ah.>

The shuddering tremor of his body vibrated through their joined parts. Unable to bear the stimulation, he ejaculated again. He had already spilled into the man several times, but his penis showed no sign of shrinking. His rigidly erect penis, as stiff as the man’s nipples, reached his navel. He grabbed the man’s hand, which was trying to rub himself, pinned it to the bed, and thrust upwards.

<Ah!>

The man shrieked, a high-pitched cry. But he knew it wasn’t from pain. As proof, the man’s well-defined face was flushed, and he was panting roughly, his eyes half-rolled back. He looked at the man’s face and began to thrust his hips rapidly.

Thud, thud, thud, thud. The violent sound of flesh colliding echoed repeatedly, and the man’s firm buttocks tightened, pulling him in. The inner walls clung to him as if perfectly fitted to his penis. A rough groan began to escape his lips.

<Haa, ha, ah, haa, ah.>

<Ugh, ugh, ugh, ah.>

Their groans and breaths intertwined, as messy as the flesh joined below. He wanted to go deeper. He thrust his hips wildly in impatience.

He wanted to push in all the way to the root and soak him completely inside. No, he wanted to drench every single one of this man’s blood vessels with his semen. Every time he breathed, every time he closed and opened his eyes, this man would feel his scent. He would be filled with him.

<Ah, haa, ah…, ugh.>

He couldn’t hold back his groans and let them out wildly. The pleasure spread, making his mind hazy just from the imagination.

All mine.

<…Ugh!>

Even after thrusting all the way to the root, it wasn’t enough for him. When he pressed down hard and rubbed, the flesh below, chafed by the rough pubic hair, twitched. This act completely drove the man out of his mind.

<Haa… Ah…>

The man, his voice hoarse, barely managed to let out a breath and trembled faintly. Already, from countless ejaculations, the man’s stomach and other parts were white with his fluids. He glanced at the man, who was uselessly spilling his semen, and thrust once more, pushing himself in completely. Then he fixed his penis, fully thrust in to the root, inside the man.

<…Ugh!>

The man’s groan changed. For the first time, pain flashed across his face, which had been hazy with pleasure until now. The man seemed flustered, grabbing his shoulders and trying to push him away. But he paid no mind and swelled the tip even further.

I will put it all in.

He gritted his teeth between rough breaths. He would put everything inside this man. Without missing a single drop, until it overflowed and this man became entirely his.

<Ah, it hurts, ugh.>

The man whimpered. Saliva dripped from his mouth, which was exhaling shallow breaths. He extended his tongue to lick it up and immediately pressed his lips together. Just like below, the man’s painful groans faded weakly between their tightly sealed lips.

Even while doing so, he continued to ejaculate. He poured in an enormous amount, but nothing flowed out. Swelling below and sealing it tightly, he filled the man’s inside with semen.

Until he gets pregnant.

When their lips finally parted, the man was completely out of his mind, intoxicated by the pheromones that had saturated his entire body, along with the pain. When he kissed the panting lips again, he realized.

Had he ever felt such fulfillment until now?

Never. He had always been empty, and his thirst had never been quenched. But at this moment, he was perfect. No, he had become perfect. Because of this man.

Mine.

He tightly embraced the man’s firm body, pressing his entire body against him without a gap. If he lost this man, he would be empty again.

<Get pregnant.>

He whispered between rough breaths. He rubbed his lips against the man’s ear, one of the few parts of his elegantly muscled body that wasn’t muscle, and repeated like a spell.

<Get pregnant, bear my child.>

<Ugh, ugh…>

The man seemed completely disoriented, tangled in pain and pleasure. He lightly rubbed his lips against the man’s earlobe, then opened his mouth.

<You are all mine.>

When he bit down on the earlobe with a crunch, the man’s inside clenched violently with pain. He held the man tightly, immobilizing him, and bit him mercilessly. Flowing blood moistened his mouth, and he too became hazy, intoxicated by the man’s pheromones.

Now, completely mine.

After perfectly marking his possession, he fell asleep, intoxicated with satisfaction. Still deeply buried inside the man.

He was perfect. Until he opened his eyes again.

♬♪♪♬♬♩…

A familiar ringtone woke a part of Chase’s consciousness. He frowned and let out a low groan as he turned onto his side. Soon, the ringtone seemed to end, and a new sound emerged.

[Mr. Miller? Are you awake? Hello, are you listening to me? Mr. Miller, you’re there, right?]

Chase closed his eyes for a moment and said nothing, listening to his manager’s voice through the answering machine. He merely let out a low, irritated groan. The manager, confirming a response, wasted no more time and quickly got to the point.

[I’ve found additional original novels for the movie we’re shooting this time. I’ll bring them to you myself soon. Have you read all the ones I sent you last time? It’s a lot, but it’s best to read all the volumes. You’ll get a grasp of the characters… This particular book was really hard to get. You have to read that one, if nothing else; you could say everything about Dr. Flame is in it. It’s such a famous series that I’m sure you generally know about it, Mr. Miller, but taking on a role is a different story, isn’t it? You need to research deeply. It’s an old series, and the fanbase is strong, so I’m being very careful, but I’m sure you’ll do well, Mr. Miller. Mr. Pittman even personally recommended you for the role… Just a word of caution, but Mr. Pittman’s recent terror incident actually happened because we delayed the contract on our end, didn’t it? You kept making excuses and dragging out the contract, ah, anyway, what I’m trying to say is, if you just perform the role splendidly, any friction during the contract phase will just be forgotten…]

The manager kept talking, but Chase didn’t listen to even half of it. He just quietly regulated his breathing. His manager, well aware of his reactions, quickly concluded.

[Then, Mr. Miller, contact me if you need anything else. I’ll come this afternoon.]

Finally, the call ended, and silence returned. Chase slowly blinked. A faint dizziness still lingered, but it wasn’t unbearable. He lay there for a moment, then slowly sat up.

Haa.

With a deep sigh, Chase sat hunched over for a moment.

What day is it today?

He tried to recall, but of course, he couldn’t know. After a rut ended, it was common for a day to three days to pass. Moreover, Chase took medication, so it was even less predictable.

Phew, he sighed again, pressing his forehead, then suddenly frowned. He felt like he had dreamed something, but he couldn’t remember it. His mind was just blank, as if wandering through a fog.

Chase sat there for a moment, then hurriedly checked his body and the bed. After feeling the sheets with his hands and smelling them, he got up and checked every part of his body. Only then did he relax and let his shoulders slump.

“Haa.”

Once the tension eased, he suddenly felt hungry. He looked at the clock; it was already approaching lunchtime.

He needed to eat something.

Chase barely managed to form a thought in his exhausted mind. He held his forehead with one hand and picked up the phone with the other, dialing the internal number, but no one answered even after nearly ten rings.

Damn bastards, why aren’t they answering the phone?

Chase hung up the phone in annoyance and left the room. As he walked along the long corridor, he slowly began to get angry.

Why did he even hire bodyguards in the first place? They were just idiots who sat around staring at CCTV or watching stupid sports games and drinking beer. What was the point of having useless trash scattered all over the house?

Look at these fools.

Chase gritted his teeth, standing at the kitchen entrance. As he expected, the surplus staff were slacking off there. And leisurely drinking coffee, at that.

Chase leaned against the paneling, his brow deeply furrowed, and glared at the back of Josh’s head.

Haa.

Josh sighed, looking out at the garden. He had finished his meal, and had just ground some beans and brewed a hot cup of coffee. There was still time until his shift change. Josh brought the coffee to his lips and thought, A leisurely morning like this after a long time isn’t bad.

Should I call Pete?