Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 105

Sejin left the tent, stood still on the sparsely populated pathway, and quietly looked up at the sky. The sky, tinged with reddish-blue, stretched out unimpeded, so beautiful that anyone who looked up would exclaim in admiration.

At the edge of the horizon, gradually sinking into the night, sparkling stars appeared. Sejin kept his eyes fixed on the magnificent natural dome as if the lump in his chest had been relieved, then slowly began to walk. In his steps towards a place of rest, a hidden pride could be felt.

It had been a long time since he had tried so hard to do something he didn’t want to do. The first time Cheon Sejoo made him study, he had a similar feeling, but because studying later became a habit and voluntary, it wasn’t wrong to say this was the first such emotion in four years.

Today, Sejin had endured even the most irritating customers he wanted to run over with a cart, and he had restrained himself from the rude remarks of an older student from another department whom he wanted to hit with a teapot. Yet, he still managed to cooperate, assist, and communicate well with his seniors and peers. As a member of society, he had truly fulfilled his role today.

If only Cheon Sejoo could see how he worked, he would surely be very proud. Thinking of that, Sejin gently shook his head and lowered his gaze.

No matter how diligently he worked in a maid uniform with a white lace apron stained pink by strawberry jam, Cheon Sejoo would probably only think about teasing him.

Sejin pouted his lips, quietly walking towards the water faucet behind the Medical building. He intended to wash his sweaty hands and then rest on a bench for a while, and he also needed to check his phone, which he had forgotten for several hours.

Water gushed out as he turned the faucet. Sejin said nothing, rubbing his hands under the strong stream of water to clean his sticky palms, then used his wet fingertips to wipe his forehead and the back of his neck, where sweat was still beading.

A familiar voice rang out just as he rested his foot on the faucet to wipe off the strawberry jam stuck to his shoe.

“Isn’t that a bit too sexy?”

That familiar yet mischievous voice sent a chill down his spine. Sejin blinked blankly, then slowly turned his head towards the source of the sound. In the dim light of the streetlamp, Cheon Sejoo, impeccably dressed in a suit, stood behind the faucet shrouded in shadow, with a faint smile.

His handsome face was shadowed by the faint light. Beneath his sharp, slightly upturned eyes, dark pupils reflected the moonlight. His elegant, tilted lips curved into a gentle smile directed at Sejin. Cheon Sejoo looked at Sejin from head to toe with a calm gaze and softly asked:

“You said you borrowed the wrong clothes, and just worked in your regular clothes… Sejin, since when did you start wearing this to school?”

“Ch-Cheon Sejoo…”

Sejin stammered his name, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He was fine with others seeing him like this, but just thinking about Cheon Sejoo seeing him in a dress made his stomach churn and a wave of awkwardness wash over him.

He frantically pulled his skirt down, trying to cover as much as possible with both hands. Cheon Sejoo stood there, leisurely watching, then glanced at the headband on Sejin’s head and let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s cute, though.”

“No, it’s not like that… This is…”

“So that’s why you told me not to come.”

Sejin frowned, his eyebrows arching into an inverted V. He retorted as if greatly wronged by the blatant accusation right before his eyes.

“I really told you not to come! I even forbade it!”

Cheon Sejoo chuckled softly through his nose. His eyebrows raised, and Sejin suddenly realized something was wrong. As if confirming his suspicion, Cheon Sejoo’s cold voice spoke.

“You said ‘don’t come’ five times. How could I not come? At first, I thought you didn’t want your friends to see your old boyfriend.”

“It’s not like that…”

“I even thought you were secretly preparing to debut as an idol.”

Cheon Sejoo shrugged, a hint of mocking laughter in his movement. He was really angry now. Sejin could only stand there, watching his expression, and it took a while before he dared to shift his feet.

He walked around the faucet, standing next to Cheon Sejoo in the shadows. Upon closer inspection, Cheon Sejoo’s suit had no creases, suggesting he had been out of his car for a long time. Hearing him mention the idol thing was enough to know he had arrived very early. Sejin’s eyes darted around, and he cautiously asked:

“When did you get here…?”

More than three hours ago. When Sejin was still pushing the serving cart, facing the crowd asking for photos with an expressionless face, he had seen everything. Sejin realized he couldn’t hide it anymore and whispered in an embarrassed voice:

“If you were already here, you could have said something…”

“Children playing together, why would I interfere?”

Hearing that, Sejin’s eyes twitched slightly, and he bit his lip. Cheon Sejoo was angry, very angry. Even though his face was smiling, his voice was cold, and the fact that he was standing so close without touching him indicated it.

He was screwed. He knew he should have just said it once, overemphasizing it had ruined everything. Sejin was still flustered, not knowing what to say, when he suddenly realized he was still wearing the headband and quickly reached up to take it off.

“Why take it off? It’s fine for others to see, but not for me?”

Before he could take it off, Cheon Sejoo asked with a smile, making Sejin freeze. His beautiful face showed a hint of confusion. He bit his lip for a moment, then softly said:

“I’m sorry for lying… Are you very angry?”

“Your message seemed strange, so I just quickly handled a few things and came right away. I thought something was wrong. Who knew… You’re dressed like this and taking pictures with other people. Do you think I wouldn’t be angry?”

“I didn’t know I had to wear this. I only found out this morning…”

“Then you should have refused. Did you expose this part for others to see?”

As he spoke, Cheon Sejoo lightly touched Sejin’s shoulder, where a faint mark from their previous intimacy still lingered. With a T-shirt, it would be covered, but the maid uniform with its deep square neckline exposed his shoulder, revealing a light pink bite mark.

Even though it was an old mark and only visible up close, Cheon Sejoo didn’t like it. The fact that this adorable image of Sejin was exposed to so many people made him uncomfortable.

“But what can be changed by saying it now…”

Despite observing the other’s reaction, Sejin spoke, a surge of anger churning inside him. He knew this was just childish and ridiculous jealousy, but he was still angry at himself for not admitting his mistake immediately. Cheon Sejoo looked up at Sejin, who was innocently defending himself.

“Anyway, it’s over. Cleaning up at nine…”

Sejin’s eyes darted around as he spoke softly. Hearing that, Cheon Sejoo let out a deep sigh. Sejin’s shoulders trembled at the sigh, and he timidly reached out to grasp Cheon Sejoo’s fingers, which hadn’t bothered to touch him until now. He pleaded in a low voice:

“It’s not that I didn’t want you to come… And it’s not that I didn’t want to introduce you to everyone… I didn’t take pictures with others to avoid you… It’s just… this dress made me feel embarrassed and ashamed. I was teased as a punishment, I felt so ridiculous… I just wanted to look cool in front of you, not like this…”

That sincere apology seemed to lift a heavy burden from Cheon Sejoo’s entire body.

Sejin’s honest confession that he wanted to look cool melted his constricted heart. Like a drop of ink spreading in water, Cheon Sejoo unconsciously became immersed in his love for Sejin. See, he couldn’t win against him.

In his eyes, Kwon Sejin would forever be a beautiful child, yet he still wished to look cool in front of him, which made him find Sejin so adorable. Cheon Sejoo smiled faintly and moved closer to him. Sejin timidly stepped back, and when his buttocks touched the warm stone slab, he reached out and braced his hand on the edge of the faucet where Sejin was sitting.

“Not funny at all.”

As he leaned down, Sejin’s open neckline appeared before his eyes. Cheon Sejoo looked down at Sejin’s collarbone, where a ribbon bow was neatly tied, then slowly let his gaze slide downwards.

The black maid dress hugged his waist, completely revealing Sejin’s slender waist. The skirt was quite long, but because he spread his legs wide, it had ridden up almost to his knees, completely exposing his long and smooth calves.

Cheon Sejoo lowered his hand from the faucet and placed it on Sejin’s calf. He gently massaged the firm muscles, stiff from walking all day, then slowly slipped his fingers inside the hem of the skirt.

“You look incredibly sexy right now, Sejin.”

“…..”

His hand slid down as smoothly as a snake, caressing him beneath his underwear, making Sejin stiffen with confusion. This was a school, an outdoor space. In a place where anyone could come and see them, this intimate contact was inappropriate.

But because Cheon Sejoo had just been angry, Sejin didn’t dare to stop him. No, this isn’t right… While Sejin bit his lower lip in hesitation, Cheon Sejoo leaned down and kissed the back of his neck, then softly whispered.

“I bet I’m not the only one who got hard looking at you today.”

“No…!”

That couldn’t be. How could there be so many strange perverts in the world who would get excited seeing him in this ridiculous getup? Seeing Sejin’s face flush as he shook his head, Cheon Sejoo shrugged and smiled. At that very moment, the hand caressing his underwear completely pushed the fabric aside, pulling Sejin’s penis out from beneath his underwear.

“Ch… Cheon Sejoo… this is…”

Outside… He wanted to say that, but Sejin’s anxiety was swallowed whole by Cheon Sejoo’s mouth. He tilted his head, gently placing his lips on Sejin’s. As he kissed him, he unreservedly grasped Sejin’s rapidly hardening penis and shook it vigorously, while sucking on his tongue. “Click,” Sejin opened his mouth wide, bracing his hands on the ground to support his body.

Cheon Sejoo smiled contentedly, looking down at Sejin, whose eyes were tightly closed. Ahh, like a cheetah successful in its hunt, taking its prey’s fluids, biting hard on his lips and tongue, then suddenly kneeling down, burying his head inside Sejin’s long skirt.

“Wait… wait!”