Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 125

A happy year passed, and finally, Sejin reached adulthood. Hyein was preparing for the new school year, so she went on a trip with people from the church. It was the first time he and Sejin were alone together overnight.

That day had come.

The day he would break all the relentless urges that had tormented him since meeting Sejin.

From the moment Sejin stepped into the house, Cheon Sejoo was no longer himself. Perhaps because he had waited for this moment for too long, just touching Sejin’s hand made him feel like he was going crazy. But it was both their first time, and he especially didn’t want to hurt Sejin, so Cheon Sejoo tried his best to restrain himself.

“What should we do now?”

“…How about watching a movie?”

After a tense dinner, he used the excuse of watching a movie to go into the room.

The two sat next to each other on the bed, using a laptop. Images from the projector he had painstakingly installed shone onto the pristine white wall. It was the romance movie Sejin wanted to watch.

The content was so sweet it was boring, completely failing to capture his attention. For the first time in his life, Cheon Sejoo lost focus; he only listened to Sejin’s faint breathing beside him.

Sejin watched quite attentively. He could tell he was enjoying the movie as his hand didn’t react even when he took it. Then suddenly, a kissing scene appeared, and the boring atmosphere quickly changed.

Gasping breaths filled the silence between them. The hand holding the beer can slipped. Feeling sweat breaking out in his palm, Cheon Sejoo slowly turned his head.

But Sejin, whom he thought was watching the movie, was looking at him. The moment their eyes met, without a word, their bodies intertwined.

The hastily placed beer can tipped over. In the pungent smell of beer, their swollen crotches quickly touched, their lips opening and closing in a chaotic frenzy.

“Hmph, hah…”

They kissed hastily as if parched, their heights almost identical. In fact, Sejin was slightly taller than Cheon Sejoo, just a little, but Cheon Sejoo was denying that reality. He told himself they were the same height.

Sejin had been growing like this for a while now. At 18, during the summer vacation of his 11th grade, he grew a little, and then every few months, he shot up. Perhaps he had spoken too soon when he said he was growing like a weed. Cheon Sejoo couldn’t shake the thought that he would grow even taller.

But anyway, no matter what, Sejin was still Sejin. Even though his masculine features had begun to show, his beautiful face, eyes, and lips remained the same. That proud personality hadn’t changed either, so Cheon Sejoo still thought Sejin was much smaller and more childish than him. He meant he had intended to be on top.

“Why…”

But where did it all go wrong? Cheon Sejoo looked up in confusion at Sejin, who was climbing onto him and trying to spread his legs.

“Why do you keep wanting… me to be on the bottom? Sejin… I don’t think this is right.”

He tried to act relaxed and smiled. Hearing him say that, Sejin tilted his head with reddened eyes.

“What… isn’t right? Ha… it is.”

“What’s right? It’s not…”

“So what’s wrong?”

“The older one should be on top…?”

Hearing him say that, Sejin stopped caressing his hand and frowned. His expression was as if he were asking what he was talking about. Could it be… really? Cheon Sejoo’s throat went dry.

If Sejin whined and cried, he would have to give in. He couldn’t win against him, so Cheon Sejoo obediently lay on the bottom. But he couldn’t give up so easily, not after waiting for this day for so long…

“Move aside. I’ll show you the right position.”

Cheon Sejoo squinted his eyes, smiling, and stroked Sejin’s waist. Under his hand, Sejin flushed hot, licked his red lips, and blinked blankly. Every time that red tongue brushed his lips, his lower half throbbed. He didn’t want to prolong the moment.

Just as Cheon Sejoo couldn’t wait any longer and was about to adjust the position himself, Sejin let out a hot breath and asked:

“…Are you going to ‘do’ me?”

So you think I’m going to be ‘done’? From the very first moment he met Sejin, Cheon Sejoo had only one thought, even when his height grew rapidly, even when Sejin’s eyes looked higher than his, he still thought of only one thing.

He had never dreamed of himself lying underneath, groaning. He wanted to ask him, ‘You little brat, how dare you think of ‘doing’ me?’, but Cheon Sejoo only gave a forced smile. Now was the time to persuade Sejin, not to argue senselessly.

“Because you’re so beautiful… anyway… I thought so.”

He continued, smiling charmingly:

“I’ll make you happy. I won’t hurt you, Sejin.”

But Sejin still looked dissatisfied. He pouted, slightly sat up, and ran his hand through his hair. Unlike when they first met, his body was now that of a fully grown man, with lines that were both beautiful and strong.

His chin was slender, but his jawline, extending to his ears, was sharp. Beneath his beautiful face was a lean but toned and sturdy body. His beautiful shoulders extended through his trapezius, curving broadly. Even without bulging muscles, the mere lines of his body showed that he was a fully grown man. That image made him feel a little dizzy.

When did he change like this?

Cheon Sejoo looked up at Sejin, suddenly realizing that he had always thought of him as the Sejin of 17.

Of course, he knew he had grown a lot. Rationally, he certainly noticed the difference in him, but whenever he saw that beautiful face, no different from before, or heard his sulking voice, the Sejin in Cheon Sejoo’s heart, without a doubt, returned to 17.

So, it was only now that he truly realized he had become a complete man.

But at some point, Sejin had also begun to look at Cheon Sejoo with eyes like his own. Eyes filled with primal desire.

“…You.”

Sejin looked down at Cheon Sejoo for a long time and finally spoke. His thin lips moved slightly, and he lowered the hand that was on Cheon Sejoo’s waist. He unhesitatingly grabbed the hard, groaning penis in his pants and continued with a blushing face:

“Throughout all the years I’ve grown up, I’ve only thought about going inside you…”

“Ah…”

The large hand gripped and gently massaged his penis. This was the first time in three years Sejin had directly touched him like this.

The smooth, hairless underside was swollen and rock-hard to the extreme with excitement. It should have been painful, but Cheon Sejoo felt nothing.
In his eyes, there was only Sejin’s figure looking down at him with burning eyes. The unfamiliar face of his lover, uttering blunt words, was not strange at all; it only excited him more.
Sejin licked his lips. He gently stroked his flushed cheek with the back of his other hand, then slowly leaned down, touching his forehead to Cheon Sejoo’s. The scorching heat from their touching skin spread. Faint breaths escaped from his parted lips, soaking into Cheon Sejoo.
“Is it not allowed…?”
His hazy eyes flickered right before him. His voice, originally sweet, now sounded mournful. Damn it… Cheon Sejoo let out a soft groan, feeling his penis pressing hard against his crotch.
It was just a guess, but he had a feeling Sejin’s penis was much larger than his own. When did this start? His body felt weak with an inexplicable excitement. Soon, his helpless voice was heard.
“I understand.”
It wasn’t that Sejin was giving in because his penis was larger. Cheon Sejoo’s wish could not be fulfilled. The image of him embracing a smaller Sejin had long vanished. Now, even if he were to pin Sejin down, he wouldn’t be able to see the scene he desired.

So, it was better to gaze at the various expressions on Sejin’s face, who had become a fully grown man without him realizing it. Cheon Sejoo had imagined a small Sejin beneath him countless times in his fantasies, but Kwon Sejin overpowering him was something he had never even dreamed of.

After resolutely casting aside all the lingering thoughts in his heart, Cheon Sejoo whispered softly without any regret.

“Then just thrust in.”

Hearing that voice mixed with a hint of laughter, Sejin pressed his lips together and smiled back. At the same time, Cheon Sejoo felt the large hand slip under his buttocks, and he obediently closed his eyes.

Well, this wasn’t bad either.

But it took quite a long time to begin the first experience he had longed for. He didn’t know where he learned it, but Sejin insisted on “opening the way” behind him, stuffing his hand into Cheon Sejoo’s small hole and caressing him for hours.

He kept cumming again and again, and even though he impatiently told him it was enough, he stubbornly persisted. Sejin kept massaging, licking, and doing all sorts of things to his hole until it became soft and almost melting, as if he didn’t want to hurt him. He appreciated his carefulness, but Cheon Sejoo almost screamed, asking why he didn’t just thrust straight in.

Anyway, after such a long time, when Sejin finally prepared for penetration, Cheon Sejoo was completely exhausted. He lay sprawled on the bed, unable to move a single finger as he watched Sejin bring his large penis between his legs.

“Now, haa, I’ll put it in…..”

Even though he had orgasmed countless times under his hand, the moment of first penetration made him strangely sober. Cheon Sejoo swallowed hard, feeling the numb excitement spread from below all the way to the top of his head.

Sejin’s beautifully pink, almost adorable penis was entering between his spread legs. Cheon Sejoo awaited the coming moment of union. He awaited the endless pleasure Sejin would give him.

Finally, the smooth glans touched the softened hole. Immediately after, Sejin’s penis gently entered without any resistance.

And yet, there was truly no sensation at all…..

Huh…?

The moment he felt strange, a sensation like falling into water rushed over him, along with a chill spreading throughout his body. At the same time, his eyes widened.

“What….”

He was clearly opening his eyes, but the sensation of his eyelids being lifted was incredibly strange and unfamiliar. Had he just lost consciousness? But what he saw was different from before.

A high ceiling, luxurious recessed lighting, an oversized dressing room door. Everything was strange yet strangely familiar. Cheon Sejoo frowned, looking straight ahead, then slowly turned his head as he felt warmth from behind.

“Sleep a little longer, Cheon Sejoo….”

Immediately after, along with a mumbled voice, Sejin hugged his waist tightly. Cheon Sejoo, that overly familiar name, awakened him to reality.

Thoracic surgery, a rainy day, emergency room, murder, black trash bag, 18 years old, Kwon Sejin, 41st floor, Kim Hyun Kyung, forgiveness, and the future…. Click, there seemed to be a sound of something breaking.

“…..”

Along with the bitter realization, the dear ones who had been clear before his eyes gradually blurred. Little Hyein from the past, Sejin’s mother when she was healthy, the nun, the priest, his beloved friends…. His throat was choked. Cheon Sejoo tried to recall the image of little Hyein, who was slowly disappearing, but then he realized his life was in the present, not the past, so he dismissed that thought.

He gently closed his eyes and opened them, the blurred image of Hyein vanished, giving way to the bedroom scene. He belatedly remembered that his university friends, Yeoreum and Heo Woojin, were also in the dream. A sense of emptiness washed over him as he realized he had just had a baseless dream. Cheon Sejoo gave a dry laugh, blinked, and slowly turned over. No, he intended to turn over.

The moment he moved his waist, something that was originally connected as one and had no sense of existence suddenly revealed itself. Cheon Sejoo gently reached back, frowning slightly as he realized Sejin’s penis was still sleeping peacefully in his small hole.

Sejin was sound asleep, so it was somewhat loose, but the shape was still intact. As he became aware of the fullness filling him, the image of the large, long penis became vividly clear. He understood why at the end of the dream, when Sejin penetrated him, he felt nothing. It was because the penis was already lodged in the back, leaving no room for any new sensation.

He suddenly remembered the image of 20-year-old Sejin filling his vision at the end of the dream and felt regret. The sexually clumsy Sejin could no longer be seen. Lately, he was nothing short of a sex machine, even understanding his body better than Cheon Sejoo himself. Unless he hit his head and lost his memory, the day he would see Sejin clumsily arousing him would never come again.

So he regretted not “eating” the clumsy Sejin in his dream. He should have let him ride him and cum all over… Cheon Sejoo swallowed his choked regret, but then he thought that even if he couldn’t see the clumsiness, he absolutely had to see him cum, so he began to move his body.

“Haa….”

He let out a soft groan, lazily rotating his waist. Immediately, he felt Sejin’s penis subtly stir, and the shaft gradually became harder.

“Ugh… umm….”

Sejin, unaware of what was being done to him, adorably groaned and hugged Cheon Sejoo tightly. Soon, he began to push his large, wet part up and down, continuously rubbing his skin against Cheon Sejoo’s hips. Sejin once treated him like a sex toy, but now he had become just as desensitized. Of course, the one who turned Sejin into this was Cheon Sejoo.

The sensation of the firm penis wrapping around the soft, wet inner walls was truly amazing. Perhaps because he was woken up early by a silly dream, the pleasure also became more distinct.

“Ugh… haa, haa.”

By this point, the memory of that baseless dream had faded. Cheon Sejoo gripped the bedsheets, relaxed his lower body, slightly lifted himself, and kicked off the blanket covering him.

Immediately after, the two men’s intertwined lower bodies came into view. His hips and Sejin’s penis were covered in a milky white liquid, a mixture of semen and gel that had been discharged throughout the night. There was probably no need to apply anything more. Cheon Sejoo thought so, then lifted himself up, pulling Sejin’s hard member out.

“Ugh…”

He had told him not to sleep while still inside, but Sejin had fallen asleep, leaving his bottom hole wide open all night. Even after the penis was withdrawn, it didn’t close immediately.

The first time this happened in England, he was terrified, thinking his rear would never close again. But now he knew it would be fine with time, so Cheon Sejoo sat up without hesitation.

A small, milky white smudge remained on Sejin’s groin. Cheon Sejoo frowned at it, then decided he’d wash it later and climbed onto Sejin.

He spread his legs over Sejin’s hips, looking at his neatly aligned toes… More accurately, he knelt with his back to Sejin, then slowly lowered his hips.

He looked down and saw Sejin’s erect penis gradually disappearing into his own slightly open anal cavity. Cheon Sejoo reached down, adjusted the angle so that the penis could penetrate deeply to the base, then fully lowered his body onto Sejin’s lower half.

“Ah…!”

A numb wave of pleasure spread, and he felt the penis penetrating deep into his belly. Damn it… Cheon Sejoo clenched his hardening core and began to secrete his own lubricant with one hand, while simultaneously lifting his hips.

Then again, he lowered himself onto Sejin’s hips as if to thrust even deeper. Perhaps the lingering effects of the dream remained; his excitement had reached its peak. Just one more thrust and he would come.

“Ugh…!”

But the powerful thrust that drove the penis deep inside startled Sejin awake. “Cheon Sejoo…” a mumbled voice echoed. He turned his head and saw Sejin’s sleepy eyes filled with confusion. It seemed he hadn’t quite grasped what was happening.

Perhaps because he wasn’t fully awake, he looked exactly like the young Sejin of old, when he was just 18. Cheon Sejoo licked his lips, looked into his eyes, and smiled.

“Hello, baby.”

“…Hello.”

His hoarse voice was so pleasant. The clear voice he heard in his dream was good, but in reality, his current voice was much better.

Lately, whenever he looked at Sejin, he wanted to see him moan with pleasure as his penis thrust into him, rather than wanting to pin him down beneath his own body. Sejin’s face when he cried during sex was extraordinarily beautiful. Cheon Sejoo braced himself with both hands between his legs and lifted his hips again.

“Ah…!”

He relaxed and sank down once more. The stiff member pierced a deeper spot than usual. A jolt of electricity ran from his head to his toes. But perhaps because he had paused to greet him, the pleasure that seemed about to overwhelm him had receded far away.

He felt no regret; there was plenty of time for sex. A faint moan escaped his slightly parted lips. A moment later, Cheon Sejoo exerted all his strength to contract his inner walls and began to thrust his hips.

“Ah, ugh, Cheon Sejoo…!”

“Haa, Sejin, ugh…!”

Thwack, thwack, each time he lifted and lowered his hips, Sejin startled and curled his toes. Cheon Sejoo’s cheeks quickly flushed with heat. The intense scent of their night’s passion, which had settled, once again filled the room.

Tiny beads of sweat dotted his broad, tattooed back. Each time he rocked his hips up and down, thrusting himself deep inside, the snarling tiger on his back seemed to drool at its prey.

“Haa, so good, Sejin, yeah, so good…..”

Cheon Sejoo tilted his head back, his hazy voice continuously repeating the words “so good.” From his swollen anal cavity all the way to his neck, he was flushed red, and his posture, solely chasing pleasure by thrusting his hips down forcefully, was incredibly seductive.

Sejin looked at his broadly trembling back and couldn’t help but reach out. His large hands rested on Cheon Sejoo’s waist. Immediately after, he pulled him closer with force, simultaneously lying on his back on the bed and beginning to thrust his hips upward.

“Ah, damn it, ah, hiccup, ah!”

Cheon Sejoo paused, groaning. His beautiful muscular contours were clearly visible, his entire body tensed, and his legs trembled. By slightly tilting his head back, Sejin could see his handsome, sweat-drenched face.

His cold eyes were tightly shut, his lips parted. A stream of sweat ran down his forehead like tears falling beside his outer eyes. Next, the moment a bead of sweat clinging to Cheon Sejoo’s angular chin fell and soaked into his shoulder, Sejin gritted his teeth, and with a “thud,” powerfully thrust his penis upward.

“Ah…! Hiccup!”

He threw his head back, panting with a face dazed by pleasure. Splat, the sound of semen shooting from the tip of his penis onto the bedsheets echoed. Sejin looked at Cheon Sejoo, who was gasping for breath from exhaustion, and also ejaculated inside him. The hot liquid continuously poured out from deep within his body.

“Ah, so good, Cheon Sejoo….”

He skillfully swayed his hips, pushing all that remained inside him. Afterward, Sejin didn’t withdraw but pulled Cheon Sejoo closer and lay down with him on the bed. He rubbed his groin against Cheon Sejoo’s hips, holding him tightly from behind as if about to sleep.

A lingering sensation, both itchy and pleasant, like needing to urinate, came over him. He reached out and touched Cheon Sejoo’s penis. Cheon Sejoo shook his head but didn’t push him away. Sejin kept holding Cheon Sejoo’s almost limp penis and swaying it until he told him to stop, then released it a moment later.

“Cheon Sejoo….”

“Hmm….”

He pulled his waist back, his penis withdrew, and the semen inside flowed out with it. Sejin quickly wiped it with the blanket he had pushed aside, then moved to Cheon Sejoo’s front, snuggling into his embrace like a puppy.

His firm body was hot with fever. He thought he might have a fever, so he pressed his lips to his forehead, but fortunately, he didn’t. Smack, smack, itchy kisses fell on his chest.

“Haa….”

Cheon Sejoo let out a short sigh and looked down at Sejin. To others, it might not seem so, but in his eyes, Sejin, with his cheek pressed against his chest, was just a small child.

Completely different from the fierce way he had thrust his penis into him like an animal a minute ago. Cheon Sejoo truly loved that difference in Sejin. A strange emotion suddenly welled up in his heart; he kissed his forehead, and Sejin smiled brightly. Cheon Sejoo raised his hand to stroke his earlobe and then spoke.

“I had a strange dream.”

His voice still carried a hint of the afterglow of their passion, but his mind was clear. The hazy scenes became clear again as before.

“What kind of perverted thing is it this time?”

Yet, just as he was about to tell an interesting story, Sejin asked back with little expectation. Cheon Sejoo chuckled softly, gently biting the tip of Sejin’s nose.

“…Baby, I don’t always dream those kinds of dreams.”

What else could it be? Whenever Cheon Sejoo told dream stories, from beginning to end, they were always perverted dreams. Sejin snorted, paying no attention. Seeing this, he frowned, this time gently biting Sejin’s eyebrow, then continued.

“In my dream, I went back to when I was in 12th grade, and you were in 11th grade. I skipped a grade, so I was 18, and you were 17.”

“…So we went to the same school?”

“Yes.”

Cheon Sejoo nodded, and Sejin’s face lit up.

“It must be because of what you told me yesterday, Cheon Sejoo.”

Yesterday, he was tidying clothes and found his summer uniform. He had told Cheon Sejoo how much he wished they had gone to the same school. Perhaps that wish had come true in Cheon Sejoo’s dream? Seeing Sejin smile happily, he also curved his lips into a smile and continued.

“Probably. Listen. That day was when I was handing over the student council president position, and the student council advisor told the new president to go to your house to check on you because you hadn’t come to school.”

“Hmm.”