Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 100

“Come back here, Sejin.”

Cheon Sejoo spoke, gripping the part below that was stiff from waking early. Sejin turned, frowning at the sight of him.

“You’re like this first thing in the morning? Aren’t you being a bit too perverted?”

“I don’t think that’s something you should be saying…”

Despite his annoyed expression, Sejin’s penis was indeed just as erect as Cheon Sejoo’s. It seemed he knew it himself, so after Cheon Sejoo teased him, he pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and quickly ran into the bathroom.

“It’s because I’m still young…!”

That remark made Cheon Sejoo burst out laughing in disbelief, then he too sat up from the bed.

“Then what about me?”

He followed Sejin into the bathroom, speaking with a mocking laugh.

“Am I a helpless old man, only like this in the morning because I’m a pervert? It’s good to have a perverted lover who wakes up early like this, Kwon Sejin.”

His sneering laughter was tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction. Immediately after Cheon Sejoo entered, the door closed, and lively sounds began to echo from inside the bathroom. A normal morning like any other.

“Drive carefully.”

“….”

“Just once is enough.”

“Got it. Oh, hey, beautiful, can I ask you something?”

“Hmm, what is it?”

“Please let me live and return to Korea, okay?”

“…”

At Cheon Sejoo’s nonchalant words, Sejin turned to look at him, annoyed. Seeing his furrowed brows, Cheon Sejoo chuckled and then slightly pursed his lips, signaling he would be quiet. Only then did Sejin sigh softly and step on the gas.

In England, the steering wheel is on the right, so traffic drives on the left. Driving here was quite complicated, but Sejin, who had only gotten his license a little over a year ago, was the one behind the wheel.

The reason was simple: Cheon Sejoo’s driver’s license had been stolen.

The very first time they rented a car and drove out of London, he left his license on a cafe table and it was snatched. Fortunately, Sejin, always skeptical of the human world, always kept his license deeply hidden in his bag.

Since that day, every time they needed to drive, Sejin took the wheel. And each time, Cheon Sejoo would tease him as if threatening him, because on their very first drive, Sejin had accidentally driven against traffic a couple of times on a two-lane road without a median.

The incident had happened a long time ago, and who knew when Cheon Sejoo would stop. Sejin checked the traffic light and told Cheon Sejoo with a scowling face.

“I’ve told you a hundred times, but I have to repeat it: if I cause an accident, it’s your fault.”

“Are you blaming me?”

“If you just shut up, I wouldn’t get distracted!”

That was true. As long as he wasn’t bothered by Cheon Sejoo beside him, Sejin was confident that he drove as well as anyone. Although he had never said it, Sejin still thought he had a bit of a knack for driving.

However, when Sejin spoke so frankly, Cheon Sejoo asked, “Really?” and then teased him again in a half-joking, half-serious tone.

“Want me to suck you off? That’ll shut me up, right?”

“Cheon Sejoo!”

Sejin’s face flushed crimson as he yelled and spun around to look at Cheon Sejoo. Only then did a look of satisfaction appear on his face. He laughed until tears welled up in his eyes, hearing Sejin’s angry huffing, then wiped the corners of his damp eyes with the back of his hand and gently coaxed him.

“Alright, I won’t joke anymore now.”

“If you do that again, I’ll be mad!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

His nod at that moment looked so serious that Sejin finally relaxed and leaned back in his seat. Though his hands still gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mood had significantly softened.

From London to Dover was about 130km, but contrary to his initial worries, Sejin drove very well. After leaving the crowded city area and getting onto the highway, the road became clear. In the steadily moving car, Cheon Sejoo rested his arm on the door panel and propped his chin, glancing at Sejin driving, then looking out.

“Want to open the top?”

“Yeah, I guess so?”

Hearing Sejin’s sudden question, he nodded, and Sejin pressed the button to open the car’s roof. Bright sunlight immediately flooded the car under the clear blue sky. Cheon Sejoo narrowed his eyes and smirked, then opened the glove compartment in front of him, took out two pairs of sunglasses, and handed one to Sejin.

“The weather is really nice.”

“Yes…”

This was also the first time Cheon Sejoo had ridden in a convertible since arriving in London. He had thought that with the top down, the wind would be so strong it would be hard to talk, but thanks to the power of modern technology, the wind only swept past the sides, and the seating area remained neither noisy nor cold.

It felt strange. The sky here was bluer than anything he had seen in Korea, and lush greenery filled the surroundings. In Korea, he had never felt such a rich vibrancy of life, but here, just by turning his head, he saw life everywhere.

Amidst that vitality, Cheon Sejoo felt a corner of his heart gradually filling up.

“Sejin.”

Whenever that feeling came over him, there was only one person he wanted to call. Cheon Sejoo looked at Sejin, who had turned his head at the sound of his name, and softly whispered, “I love you.”

Though it was a sudden confession, Sejin seemed to understand why he said it. Then he smiled shyly, reaching out to hold Cheon Sejoo’s right hand as if to say, “Me too.”

“I love you too. More than anything in the world.”

Such a sweet reply. Cheon Sejoo chuckled, leaned deep into his seat, and quietly gazed at a part of the world that included Sejin.

Perhaps it was because this place was unfamiliar, or perhaps it was just England itself, but a sense of peace permeated his heart. As he realized his heart was softening, Cheon Sejoo suddenly spoke to Sejin.

“Later, when we’re living in Korea…”

“Yeah.”

“If anything boring or tiring happens, how about we just ditch everything and move to England?”

The remark was so unlike Cheon Sejoo. Had he fallen for England? Sejin glanced at him while driving and nodded gently.

“If you want that, then…”

Cheon Sejoo chuckled softly, then voiced a rather specific idea.

“You’re good at driving, how about we buy a truck and just travel all over the place here together?”

“A truck…?”

“Yeah. Many couples do that, taking turns driving.”

“Couples?”

Hearing that word, Sejin tried to keep the corners of his lips from turning up as he asked again, but Cheon Sejoo didn’t bother teasing Sejin’s reaction, seemingly lost in his own dream. Perhaps because it felt like only the two of them existed in the world, he was especially sentimental today. He didn’t pay attention to Sejin’s reaction to the word “couple” and just spoke his thoughts.

“Whether it’s a rainy day or a snowy day, if I can be with you like this, how wonderful it would be. Even if there’s fog or thunder, it has its own charm.”

Sejin felt the same way. If he could be with Cheon Sejoo, he would be happy regardless of the weather. Whether it was a desert, a forest, or even a snowy mountain, as long as he was by his side, he would find joy anywhere.

While imagining traveling the world together, Sejin suddenly thought:

He really loves me that much.

Every word Cheon Sejoo spoke was filled with a longing to be with him. How could he not notice? That profound sincerity… Sejin bit his lip to keep from smiling like an idiot and nodded slightly. Cheon Sejoo squeezed his hand tighter and continued.

“When we’re tired, we can stop the car, have a cigarette, and then suck each other for a while.”

“What—”

Sejin sighed softly at the remark that didn’t fit the previous atmosphere. Hearing that, Cheon Sejoo turned his head to the window and laughed, teasing Sejin never bored him. He truly wanted to live like this forever.

When they arrived in Dover, it was nearly noon, and they first looked for a place to eat. English food was notoriously bad, but if you chose the right place, it was still tolerable. While not delicious, it wasn’t terrible either; at least it was edible.

After the meal, they went to the White Cliffs of Dover. These pristine and beautiful white cliffs were a very ancient geological formation, having appeared in many films and media. This was also a place Sejin really wanted to visit. Because he wanted to go on a nice day, he kept postponing it until now, and indeed, the White Cliffs did not disappoint Sejin.

Beside the dazzling white cliffs stretched a clear, blue sea. Sejin held Cheon Sejoo’s hand and walked the entire way, unable to take his eyes off the boundary between the sea and the land.

“Want me to take a picture for you?”

A strong gust of wind blew, messing up Sejin’s hair. He was raising his hand to smooth his hair when he heard the question and turned his head. Because he didn’t hear clearly, he softly asked, “Huh?”, but Cheon Sejoo said nothing and just raised his phone, starting to take pictures of him.

Kwon Sejin didn’t really like taking pictures. He wasn’t very satisfied with his image in photos, but since Cheon Sejoo loved taking his picture, whenever he raised his camera, Sejin would obediently stand still. Because he liked seeing Cheon Sejoo’s face when he focused on his image on the screen.

“Excuse me. Are you a Korean idol?”

A group of Western schoolgirls spoke up just as Sejin was about to tell Cheon Sejoo to stop taking pictures. He blinked, not understanding the fast English, while Cheon Sejoo turned and replied.

“Do I look more like an actor than an idol?”

The girls asking were wearing private school uniforms, it was unclear if they were on a field trip or something, but it seemed due to the K-pop trend, they mistook Sejin for an idol because of his striking appearance.

Cheon Sejoo was not very pleased with the attention. He hated anyone, male or female, ogling Sejin. That’s why he tried to redirect the girls’ gaze to himself, asking if he looked like an actor, and only then did they turn to look at Cheon Sejoo’s face and smile awkwardly.

“Um, no, we meant that person over there… Are you an actor? What movie were you in?”

“Hmm… You curious?”

When Cheon Sejoo took off his sunglasses and smiled as he asked again, the girls looked like they wanted to scream with excitement. One of them quickly held out her phone, seemingly wanting to ask for his number or social media account.

Although this was a scene Sejin had witnessed dozens of times since coming to England, each time he felt annoyed. He hated that Cheon Sejoo was especially kind to women. Sejin frowned, watching the scene for a moment, then turned and continued walking. Happy laughter followed behind him, carried by the wind.

Why was Cheon Sejoo like that?

Why did he have to be so kind to every girl? Even though Sejin knew well the reason Cheon Sejoo treated women well was the same as how he doted on small, weak creatures.

Soft tofu — Cheon Sejoo once said that. Women were soft yet had a firm quality like soft tofu, which was why he cherished them. He also said that because he had a cold appearance, he smiled more when facing them, not because he had any special feelings for them.

But Sejin still didn’t like it, especially when Cheon Sejoo gave that eye-smile; he only wanted to be the sole recipient of that smile…

“Are you mad?”

Just then, a sweet voice suddenly sounded in his ear. Sejin jolted, looking up to find Cheon Sejoo standing beside him without him realizing. Sejin stared at his handsome, smiling face with annoyance, then turned his head away without answering. They walked in silence for a while, and finally, as if unable to bear it any longer, Sejin asked in a sulky voice:

“Are you done signing autographs?”

Hearing that, Cheon Sejoo chuckled softly and replied:

“It’s not like that.”

“Not like what? Don’t pretend to be an actor. You’ll get sued if you keep this up.”

“It’s not! It’s just that someone asked if you were an idol earlier, so I teased them back and said we were on our honeymoon.”

“…Huh?”

“They even wished us a happy honeymoon.”
That was an unbelievable statement. Honeymoon? Sejin thought to himself, ‘Not only does he deceive the landlord, but he also plays tricks on passersby?’ and frowned, looking up.

But Cheon Sejoo’s face was too close. What was he doing? Before Sejin could even ask, Cheon Sejoo leaned down, lightly brushed his lips near Sejin’s, and then pulled away.

“Ah ah ah… what are you doing?!”

Sejin, startled, covered his cheeks and backed away. There were many people on the path they were walking. It was full of tourists from various countries, and he dared to do something like that. Contrary to Sejin’s surprise, Cheon Sejoo just looked mischievous.

“It’s our honeymoon, let me off this time.”

He said, flashing a charming smile that Sejin had once envied. Even though “honeymoon” was just a joke, hearing it three times made it hard for Sejin to hide his trembling heart.

Perhaps Cheon Sejoo really thought they were a couple? Is that why he said that to the landlord? And telling those people they were on their honeymoon, maybe he wanted them to know Sejin was his…?

Sejin’s heart pounded. After suddenly realizing that Cheon Sejoo thought that way, his throat suddenly felt dry and he felt strangely happy, as if floating on a cloud. Sejin, slightly agitated, stepped towards Cheon Sejoo. And that agitation lasted until evening when they returned to London.

Cheon Sejoo woke up late in the afternoon. His bewildered eyes looked up at the gray sky, not knowing where he was, if he was still alive, or when he had fallen asleep. As he blinked in confusion, he suddenly remembered a few things: after returning from Dover, as soon as they entered the lodging, they had clung to each other like hungry beasts. As usual lately, Cheon Sejoo was the first to collapse.

He was tired from the continuous penetration and had asked to stop, while Sejin mumbled sadly, begging for one more time, his expression so cute that he had nodded in agreement, and one time was never just one time…

As he recalled last night, the sensations in his body began to revive. His soul, which had been floating, seemed to return to inhabit his body. Cheon Sejoo belatedly realized he was lying on his side, his back pressed against Sejin’s chest. Sejin’s forehead touched the back of his neck, so every time Sejin breathed out, his gentle breath brushed against Cheon Sejoo’s ear. Cheon Sejoo became aware of his heavy body and slowly rolled his eyes.

His entire body ached, especially his lower half, which felt sore as if beaten. He felt something uncomfortable behind him and reached back to touch it. At that very moment, Cheon Sejoo realized what was still wet between his buttocks.

“What is this….”

Cheon Sejoo’s soft whisper made Sejin hum and stir. At that moment, he clearly felt the presence of a penis squirming in the now soft place and frowned.

“…”

The penis that had tormented him all night was still firmly lodged inside. Cheon Sejoo was momentarily speechless, turning his head to look behind him. Sejin was sleeping with an angelic face, breathing steadily, but at the same time, he subtly moved his waist, rubbing his penis against Cheon Sejoo’s inner wall. Cheon Sejoo was choked up, unable to say anything, only remaining silent.

Kwon Sejin… sometimes truly seemed a little crazy.

Looking at his beautiful, sensitive face, one would feel as if his soul was as fragile as a pufferfish, easily letting go of everything, but in reality, it was not at all like that. Sejin’s stubbornness was immense, and sometimes he did things that astonished Cheon Sejoo.

Cheon Sejoo had never thought of touching that dark, damp place with his lips, or kissing the back of his foot, or… sleeping like this before finishing sex. That was something Cheon Sejoo had never imagined.

Moreover, his stomach felt a bit uncomfortable now, probably because Sejin’s semen hadn’t been removed yet. He didn’t know how many times Sejin had come after he fell asleep. Cheon Sejoo reached down to feel the damp bedsheet and frowned.

“Sejin.”

As soon as he heard the soft call, Sejin’s eyelids fluttered in response. Cheon Sejoo turned his head to look behind him, then turned his face forward again, rubbing his aching neck, and then turned back to call Sejin.

“Baby, wake up.”

“Cheon Sejoo….”

A slow voice reached his ear. Cheon Sejoo watched Sejin slowly open his eyes and chuckled softly. His sleepy face was adorable. He wanted to kiss him, but it was difficult in this position.

“Get this out. What did you do to make me pass out? What is this?”

“It’s not like that….”

Sejin mumbled, shaking his head slightly, but he felt the penis inside him tighten even more. Cheon Sejoo frowned, while Sejin casually moved his waist and said:

“Why are you so handsome…?”

He thought Sejin had woken up, but it wasn’t true at all. Sejin mumbled nonsense and rubbed his body. The sensation of the penis deeply embedded in his now soft interior was strange, a tingling, cramping feeling spreading through him.

“Sejin, ha….”

Cheon Sejoo was about to stop Sejin when his hand gripped Cheon Sejoo’s penis, making him groan softly. He had come many times last night, so he thought he wouldn’t be able to get an erection for the next few days, but contrary to expectations, his penis easily swelled under Sejin’s fingers.

Sejin’s hand enveloped his long, smooth, straight penis, skillfully moving up and down. Sejin softly swayed his hips like waves rippling in the spring breeze, then pressed his lips to Cheon Sejoo’s neck.

“Mmm, there’s no part of you that isn’t beautiful….”

His whispered voice was full of love. Sejin bit and sucked the back of Cheon Sejoo’s neck, leaving a red hickey on his pale skin. Still not satisfied, Sejin rubbed his sleepy eyes and kissed Cheon Sejoo’s ear, then held his chin, turned his face, and sucked on his perfect, softly curved lips, while pressing his groin firmly against Cheon Sejoo’s buttocks.

“Ha, I like this so much, Cheon Sejoo…”

“Ugh… ah… wait, slowly…”

Flap, flap, the sound of his hand rubbing his penis grew faster, and Cheon Sejoo groaned softly. Sejin thought even that low, sweet voice was beautiful and rotated his hips, rubbing his glans against Cheon Sejoo’s sensitive spot.
Then suddenly, it tightened inside, and Cheon Sejoo felt himself cumming into Sejin’s hand. Sejin smeared the sticky fluid that flowed between his fingers onto Cheon Sejoo’s penis, and at the same time, he also cummed.
Having cummed countless times since last night, Cheon Sejoo’s insides were completely filled with Sejin’s semen, leaving no gaps. The sensation of pressure encompassing his entire penis made Sejin slowly withdraw and then turn Cheon Sejoo over.

“Hah… hah… Sejin. I’m not… a cum receptacle, you know………….”

Cheon Sejoo collapsed onto the bed, muttering as if he couldn’t believe his ears. His voice was weak from exhaustion. He raised a hand to cover his eyes, a forced smile on his lips.

Sejin seemed more lucid after cumming. He looked down at Cheon Sejoo with clear eyes, then gently parted Cheon Sejoo’s legs, and the small, still-gaping hole caught his eye. Stream after stream of accumulated semen oozed out like jelly, soaking the wrinkles and flowing down the bedsheet.

“Ah…. What the hell is this…”

Cheon Sejoo gritted his teeth and cursed in utter astonishment, trying to push the semen out. Even though it had all been taken out, he still felt his anus closing. Perhaps being tightly plugged by Sejin’s penis all night had stretched his muscles to their limit, and now they perceived that state as their original form.

Could this really happen? He was so scared that a chill ran down his spine. What if his bottom never closed again? Even though he knew it was impossible, the hole not shrinking back truly terrified him.

“…Why are you so handsome?”

Despite Cheon Sejoo’s worries, Sejin only thought he was beautiful. The large hand covering his pale face, his firm chest, abs and pelvis more defined than his own, the physical characteristics that affirmed him as a man, prominent among them his reddened penis and nipples, along with the small hole like a blooming flower on his body.

His semen, like pristine white stamens, continuously flowed from between the slightly parted pink petals, possessing a strange sensuality. Sejin stared at that spot with a mesmerized gaze, then unable to control himself, he lunged at Cheon Sejoo again. “No, you’ll break me!” Cheon Sejoo shrieked in terror, but Sejin didn’t hear him. “I love you, Cheon Sejoo, I really like you, I’ll be with you my whole life,” Sejin mumbled like a broken radio and then plunged his penis deep inside him again. That was the beginning of a lazy day.

[Latte again today? Oat milk instead of regular?]

[Yes, Rick, two cups. Thanks.]

Cheon Sejoo nodded at the familiar question from the barista at his usual cafe. As soon as Rick turned away, he sighed softly and took out a cigarette. When the flame ignited and the nicotine seeped deep into his lungs, he finally felt relaxed… No, it didn’t really help.

“Damn it.” Cheon Sejoo cursed under his breath, adjusting his sitting posture. The iron chair, which usually wasn’t uncomfortable, felt particularly unpleasant today. The hole that had unexpectedly opened wide, startling him this morning, still seemed slightly agape, and a phantom sensation lingered as if Sejin’s penis had left its mark there after a long period of going in and out.

The afterglow of the dry orgasm sent shivers through his entire body. Cheon Sejoo flinched, trembling as he readjusted his sitting posture, hiding his grim expression behind his sunglasses, and continued to puff on his cigarette.

Did dating someone twelve years younger require enduring this much? Though he felt guilty towards Kim Hyun Kyung, it seemed what she taught wasn’t very effective. Kwon Sejin said he loved him, but he kept thrusting into him as if he didn’t understand her teaching of “emotional understanding first.” At that moment, Cheon Sejoo couldn’t tell the difference between a rutting dog and Sejin anymore.

Cheon Sejoo wasn’t someone who disliked sex; sometimes he was even the one who initiated seduction, but yesterday, no, today was truly excessive. Starting early in the afternoon, making love until morning, then falling asleep without stopping, and continuing right after waking up—he had never imagined or experienced that kind of sexual relationship.

He wondered if the kid had some kind of illness. Like sex addiction, perhaps…

Lost in serious thought, Cheon Sejoo’s gaze suddenly landed on the person who had just placed a sandwich on the table.

“….”

Noticing the sharp glint in Cheon Sejoo’s eyes behind his sunglasses, the other person timidly sat down beside him. Having lost his mind a bit this morning and inadvertently upsetting Cheon Sejoo, Sejin was now extremely regretful. No, in truth, he hadn’t been lucid since last night.

“Cheon Sejoo, did you order coffee?”

“Yeah.”

Sejin asked cautiously and received only Cheon Sejoo’s curt reply. Seeing him fidget uncomfortably, Sejin stealthily pushed the ashtray towards Cheon Sejoo.

He was the one who constantly reminded him to quit smoking, yet now he was handing him an ashtray. Cheon Sejoo let out a sarcastic chuckle and stubbed out his cigarette directly into it.

He had intended to help him relax, but it looked more like he was signaling him to stop. Sejin shifted his eyes, moving his chair a little closer to Cheon Sejoo. Cheon Sejoo, still sitting cross-legged, leaning back against the chair, glanced at the action and silently changed his posture.

[Good morning, Sejin. Be careful, it’s hot.]

“Thanks.”

Rick brought the tray, placing two flat whites on the table. He opened the sugar jar in the middle, tucked the tray under his arm, and leaned down to ask Cheon Sejoo:

[But are you sick? You don’t look so good today. Cheon Sejoo, see that alley? Go about half a block in there and you’ll find a pharmacy. If you feel unwell, don’t forget to take some medicine.]

Rick, being subtle and kind, seemed to have noticed Cheon Sejoo’s discomfort. Hearing this, Cheon Sejoo’s face involuntarily flushed, and he tried to appear calm as he nodded in thanks. Rick smiled and returned to the counter.

Cheon Sejoo turned his head after watching Rick’s retreating figure, meeting Sejin’s scrutinizing gaze. Sejin had probably only caught the word “pharmacy” in the rapid stream of English. Cheon Sejoo looked directly at him and spoke in a stern voice.

“Kwon Sejin, do you think that’s acceptable?”

Finally, Cheon Sejoo lost his composure and gave up, but Sejin still needed a lecture. Sleeping while still inside someone was incredibly unhygienic and dangerous. He couldn’t describe it in detail, so he just asked, and Sejin bowed his head dejectedly, replying:

“No…”

“Are you going to do it again? That part of me, it’ll get ruined… if it stretches… oh, never mind.”

Damn it. Cheon Sejoo was about to say something but then sighed, taking off his sunglasses. He placed them on the table, took a sip of coffee to calm himself, then leaned closer to Sejin. He brought his lips to Sejin’s beautiful ear, whispering softly so no one else could hear:

“If this part gets ruined, you’ll be at a disadvantage, won’t you?”

At the languid whisper, Sejin’s face flushed crimson, and he silently nodded. He swallowed hard, took a gulp of his sugary flat white, then turned to look at Cheon Sejoo:

“I was wrong. From now on, I won’t act like an animal anymore… I’ll cherish you, be gentle with you… I won’t stay inside you while you sleep, I won’t force you when you don’t want to…”

The excessive apologies, calling himself an animal, or trash, made Cheon Sejoo the embarrassed one. He listened in silence, reached out to touch Sejin’s cheek, and looked directly into his eyes.

Suddenly, Cheon Sejoo felt as if he would never be able to win against Sejin, even if a long time passed. Even though he was the one at a disadvantage, he felt like he was the one who needed to comfort Sejin.

“But I liked it too… It felt really good, honestly.”

Finally, the gentle comfort made Sejin bite his lip in embarrassment. Seeing the corners of his eyes redden, Cheon Sejoo couldn’t help but laugh.

They laughed together for a long time, then suddenly fell silent, gazing intently into each other’s eyes. Cheon Sejoo’s dark pupils met Sejin’s sparkling, crystal-like gaze. In that look, there was trust, love, and an unwavering desire.

If they could kiss with their eyes, it would surely feel like this moment. Sejin couldn’t bear the burning gaze any longer and smiled shyly.

It was a day during their lazy vacation.