Projection Novel (Completed) - Chapter 97

Lazy Holiday

From an objective viewpoint, Cheon Sejoo couldn’t really be called an easygoing person.
It was something anyone close to him would gradually realize. Cheon Sejoo had compassion, behaved politely, and was calm enough to laugh off trivial arguments. But at the same time, he was also the kind of person who could be terrifyingly ruthless to anyone who crossed the limits he had set. This trait was no exception even with himself. He was often strict with himself, but ever since meeting Kwon Sejin, that strictness had gradually loosened a bit.
Even so, there was one thing Cheon Sejoo absolutely could not tolerate: below-average stupidity. Ironically, his young and lovely boyfriend was among them. This unfortunate truth plunged Cheon Sejoo into deep conflict.
“…..”
That pouting face clearly looked weary. Sejin had just received his first college entrance exam scores after turning twenty at the cram school and had just shown them to Cheon Sejoo. Sejin glanced at the expression of the man sitting opposite him.
Cheon Sejoo lowered his eyes, staring intently at the score sheet on the table, his dark pupils fixed on the numbers without moving.
He was just coldly handsome; no one could guess what he was thinking. As Sejin looked at that handsome face with admiration and gathered all his courage to speak—
“This…”
“Are you kidding me?”
“….”
At Cheon Sejoo’s question, accompanied by a raised head, Sejin pursed his lips.
The lips that had once held a nonchalant expression were now twisted. Cheon Sejoo slowly shook his head as if in disbelief and reached out his hand. He flipped the score sheet back and forth as if to confirm whether it was truly the original, then suddenly chuckled and said to Sejin:
“Just kidding. Give me the real score sheet.”
“…..”
A hint of defiance flickered in Sejin’s eyes. He snatched the score sheet back from Cheon Sejoo’s hand, his lips clearly pouting. Seeing him deliberately trying not to respond, Cheon Sejoo let out a short sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
“Really? Seriously? Did you really get 7 points in math?”
“…Yes, I did!”
Finally, Sejin shouted at Cheon Sejoo’s incredulous disbelief. Sejin’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he sprang to his feet, trembling, clenching his fists, snorted, and ran into the study room.
Cheon Sejoo was left alone in the living room, unable to hide his bewilderment. No, there was clearly hope during the mock exam. If he was lucky, he’d get 555, otherwise at least 556, that’s what he thought. But 667…
As long as he didn’t misalign the answer sheet, there was no way he could see a 7 on Sejin’s score sheet. He couldn’t believe it.
Although he knew his reaction had hurt Sejin, he no longer had the presence of mind to care about that. Why, how, did he get a 7?
Immediately after the exam, if he had checked the answers, he would have surely grumbled, and if so, he wouldn’t have given Sejin, who had worked so hard, any rest. That’s why Cheon Sejoo had patiently refrained from looking at Sejin’s exam. Anyway, the exam was over, he had thought the results would tell everything and waited. But the result was 667.
Could it really be a misalignment of the answer sheet?
Cheon Sejoo couldn’t accept this reality. He sat still, trying to calm himself. But then he couldn’t stand it anymore and got up, walking towards where Sejin had disappeared.
“Sejin.”
He knocked on the door and opened it to find Sejin sitting at his desk, looking gloomy at the score sheet. That face was both adorable and gave one the feeling that perhaps Sejin had traded all his intelligence for this beautiful appearance? Cheon Sejoo shook his head to dismiss that absurd thought and walked closer.
“Baby.”
The gentle call was met with a cold reply. Cheon Sejoo reached out and gently stroked that empty head, then sat down opposite Sejin.
Although he had left the task force, Cheon Sejoo was now working under Shin Gyo Yeon and was buried in his studies. The amount of knowledge he had to learn was even more than Sejin, who was preparing for college entrance exams. If left unchecked, Cheon Sejoo would study all night, so Sejin felt the need to watch over him. So two desks were placed side by side in the room.
They sat opposite each other, studying. Sejin once said he wouldn’t sleep until Cheon Sejoo left his spot, trying to stay awake with him, worried he would overwork himself.
Cheon Sejoo sat down at his desk and reached out to Sejin.
“Let me see your exam paper.”
Sejin thought he had come to comfort him, but instead, he asked for the exam paper. Sejin’s eyes grew even colder.
Although he wasn’t entirely unashamed of his results, he had truly tried his best. The fact that his efforts didn’t please Cheon Sejoo made Sejin choke up. He felt useless.
Sejin bit his lip, opened the drawer, took out the tattered exam paper that had been reviewed too many times, and handed it to Cheon Sejoo.
“……”
As Cheon Sejoo reviewed the paper, his mouth began to itch again. In the math exam where Sejin got 7 points, there were countless tangled formulas and solutions filling the blank spaces, but Cheon Sejoo couldn’t understand why he had solved them that way.
The formulas he had explained repeatedly, even made him memorize the night before the exam, Sejin had applied incorrectly.
“This—”
How could he tolerate this?
Cheon Sejoo gritted his teeth and turned away to suppress his irritation. When he looked back, he saw Sejin’s face also looking gloomy and embarrassed.
Yes, he probably knows he made a mistake, so I don’t need to scold him further. Cheon Sejoo told himself that. But when he discovered Sejin had made a mistake on a very simple three-point question just by confusing multiplication, that promise completely crumbled.
“Hey, hey, look here.”
A choking sensation rose in his chest, he took a pen and notebook, copied the problem, and then wrote the correct solution right below it. He pushed the notebook and problem towards Sejin, unable to hide his sigh.
“Haa, Sejin. How could you…”
How could he make a multiplication error? It was incomprehensible… Cheon Sejoo truly tried to refrain from nagging, but to Sejin, that complaint sounded clear as day.
“…..”
Sejin bit his lip tightly, looking at Cheon Sejoo with red-rimmed eyes. They were full of grievance and tears about to spill.
It’s okay to be a little confused when you’re stressed, isn’t it? Is there something wrong with that?
He wanted to shout like that, but he didn’t want to be both stupid and shameless. Finally, Sejin jumped up and shouted loudly like a whine.
“Yes! I’m the idiot who doesn’t even know multiplication! And you’re so smart, Cheon Sejoo is a genius!”
After shouting, Sejin left his spot and quickly walked out of the study room. It wasn’t until then that Cheon Sejoo realized he had been too harsh, but he also had something to say.
It wasn’t a big deal, just a simple calculation error, yet he couldn’t accept it. Cheon Sejoo felt betrayed by the three points Sejin had lost in that way.
Even so, no matter how angry he was, there had to be priorities. Of course, compared to college entrance exam scores, Kwon Sejin was more important.
But to make a multiplication error… Cheon Sejoo tried to erase the nagging words swirling in his head, then stood up and walked out.
This time, unlike when he was scolding, his voice was full of tenderness.
“Sejin.”
It was unclear if Sejin had gone to the living room, the bathroom, or the bedroom. Cheon Sejoo opened the doors of the nearest rooms one by one but didn’t see him. Could he have left the house? Cheon Sejoo frowned and quickened his pace.
“Sweetheart.”
He had called out loudly but received no response. He was truly angry. Cheon Sejoo chuckled softly, then turned towards their bedroom.
It was where Sejin always left the door open for ventilation, but now it was closed, so he must be inside. Could he be crying? Cheon Sejoo gently opened the bedroom door.
From afar, he saw a round pile of blankets on the bed.
Just imagining that large body curled up made him laugh. Cheon Sejoo smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Little one,” he called softly.
“I’m not a little one!” – a grumble came from under the blankets, but the voice sounded wet, making Cheon Sejoo narrow his eyes and pull the blanket covering Sejin’s face.
“Don’t…” – Sejin’s voice came out at the same time as his hand pulled the blanket back, his voice full of sobs. Cheon Sejoo was slightly surprised, then let out a helpless laugh.
“Are you crying?”
“No!”
Sejin shouted as he pulled the blanket away, but his red eyes from rubbing too much revealed everything. Cheon Sejoo stared at him, just like during sex, his eyes were also flushed red. He reached out and stroked Sejin’s head, then asked:
“Are you mad at me?”
“Am I a child to be mad?”
“Oh really? So you’re angry, my Sejin?”
“……”
Cheon Sejoo teased him as if coaxing a child. Sejin glared at him with knife-sharp eyes, his lips pressed tightly, his face pouting. Then he snorted and turned his head away, looking out the window as if unwilling to face him. Cheon Sejoo admired his profile, a slight smile on his lips.
Sejin’s soft black hair was slightly damp, having apparently warmed up from hiding under the blankets and sniffling. His usually pale face was flushed a little from the warmth of his tears, and his cherry-red lips were adorably swollen.
Since he hadn’t changed after coming home, through the loose sweater collar, his collarbone and faint bruises could be seen. If he lowered his head a little more, perhaps even his beautifully swollen nipples would be exposed.
Suddenly, Cheon Sejoo licked his dry lips and shifted his body. He pulled back the blanket covering Sejin and sat on his lower body. Seeing this, Sejin sniffled and asked:

“What do you want to do with an idiot?”

Cheon Sejoo ignored the childish words and reached out his hand. Sejin crossed his arms as if to say “don’t touch me,” but he still lifted his arm, pressed it down onto the bed, then leaned in close to his face.

“Even an idiot can find a hole to crawl into.”

Cheon Sejoo chuckled as he spoke, and Sejin’s face instantly flushed, looking up at him. It was the look of disgust he usually reserved for teasers, but when his eyes met Cheon Sejoo’s, Sejin couldn’t maintain that expression anymore.

“You don’t know what Route 30 is, but you probably know how to ram and shoot, right?”

The provocative temptation made Sejin bite his lip tightly. His sparkling, glass-like eyes trembled beneath his long eyelashes. It seemed he had forgotten the shame of that astonishing 667 score; Sejin just wanted to flip Cheon Sejoo onto the bed immediately.

But he couldn’t.

Cheon Sejoo’s eyes looked at him as if asking what he was doing, full of disappointment, making Sejin feel so wronged he wanted to cry. Today, he didn’t want to be twirled around in his palm. He could endure it. Sejin gritted his teeth and replied:

“I don’t know. Get away.”

“Don’t know?”

Hearing the refusal, Cheon Sejoo narrowed his eyes and asked again. His perfect lips curved slightly, his gaze sweeping down to his chest, and Sejin almost wanted to answer that he did know, but he tried to bite his tongue to hold back.

Don’t be such an easy man, Kwon Sejin! He told himself.

But Cheon Sejoo was not one to give up easily. The moment he saw Sejin’s red-rimmed eyes, his heart had stirred and showed no signs of cooling down.

“Then shall I teach you…?”

He asked suggestively, then lowered his right hand, which was holding Sejin’s wrist. His hand glided gently over the thin sweater like a caress, making Sejin flinch. Seeing this, Cheon Sejoo’s eyes curved into a smile, and he used his soft fingertips to slip into Sejin’s waistband.

His hand glided over the firm lower abdomen between his pelvis, then rested on his neatly arranged penis, making Sejin’s entire body stiffen. Cheon Sejoo smoothly curved the corner of his mouth, firmly grasping Sejin’s hardening penis in his hand.

“I can teach you very thoroughly… and we can even practice.”

“…Hic.”

Hearing those whispers, Sejin could no longer resist. His swollen lips parted slightly, panting. Seeing Sejin’s neck flush red and his eyes avoid his gaze, Cheon Sejoo recognized his surrender, but he wasn’t going to let him off so easily.

It had been ten months since they became lovers, but Cheon Sejoo always enjoyed teasing Sejin. The moment he broke through Sejin’s sensitive and aloof exterior, Cheon Sejoo felt a thrill and fascination he had never experienced anywhere else.

The only person in this world who knew the innocent face Sejin didn’t easily show was Cheon Sejoo.

“Hmm? Tell me, baby.”

He asked in a suggestive tone, gently grasping and releasing his beautiful penis as he spoke, and Sejin frowned at him. His pale face was flushed everywhere, looking incredibly lewd. A seductive appearance that always aroused desire at any moment.

Cheon Sejoo swallowed hard and looked down at Sejin. He felt his own penis in his pants had also hardened. What should he do? Should he caress it first, or should he take Sejin’s beautifully erect penis into his mouth first? He was considering the order.

“You…”

Sejin gasped, sat up, and with a strong force, flipped Cheon Sejoo onto his back. “Thud,” Cheon Sejoo blinked, looking up at Sejin as he was unexpectedly flipped onto his back in the middle of the bed.

His adorably flushed face was full of excitement. The clear depths of Sejin’s eyes had completely lost their composure, and the front of his pants was bulging as if about to explode.

At that moment, Cheon Sejoo realized he had stimulated him too much, but there was no turning back now. The excitement of his young lover, about to turn twenty-one, was entirely something he had to bear alone.

As soon as he thought that, Sejin swallowed and said:

“I… I can do it myself…”

His soft voice seemed a little shaky. Cheon Sejoo looked down at Sejin, who was unzipping his pants with hot hands. He was also very excited, but it couldn’t compare to a twenty-year-old boy whose lower half would stand up with just a gust of wind. Sejin always had an ecstatic look as if he would cum with just a touch, and it was the same now.

Watching Sejin concentrate as if unzipping Cheon Sejoo’s pants was the most important thing in the world, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart. Cheon Sejoo smiled softly, slightly lifting his hips to help him.

After feeling the soft, thin fabric slide from his waist, and the cool breeze touch his groin and thighs, he reached out and placed his hand on Sejin’s head. He gently pressed that small head down, making Sejin blink. Watching the scene, Cheon Sejoo lazily whispered:

“Then do it.”

Immediately, Sejin threw the pants Cheon Sejoo had just taken off far away and lowered his face.

Cheon Sejoo’s penis stood erect like a dildo right before his nose. The head of his penis, with its faint body scent, had curves so soft they were elegant, and even the wrinkles connecting to the urethral opening were beautifully neat.

Sejin’s penis was not ugly either, and Cheon Sejoo praised his beauty every day, but even so, whenever he looked at Cheon Sejoo’s penis, Sejin thought there was nothing more beautiful in this world.

“Haa…”

Sejin gently lowered his lips to that perfect spot. He tilted his head and kissed the head of his penis as if kissing Cheon Sejoo, making him sigh softly. His slightly tense thigh muscles relaxed, and Cheon Sejoo slightly spread his legs to make it easier for Sejin to take him in.

The soft head of his penis, like a moist membrane inside Cheon Sejoo, rubbed against his lips. Sejin parted his teeth, gently licking the moist urethral opening inside. A slight trickle of pre-cum wet his tongue, and the shaft he lightly held twitched.

Cheon Sejoo’s smooth, hairless penis, once touched, the sensation was unforgettable. Sejin quickly opened his mouth wide and eagerly licked and sucked. He took the large head and part of the shaft fully into his mouth, then moved his head.

“Ah, ha…!”

His tongue wrapped around the engorged area, caressing it, a suppressed sigh echoed from above. Feeling Cheon Sejoo’s fingers on his head tighten slightly, Sejin slowly withdrew his penis from his mouth. He tilted his head, his tongue seeking the shaft, then saw the man’s face biting his lip behind his T-shirt.

His straight eyebrows were slightly curved at the ends, his cold eyes half-closed, gleaming with a hazy look. A strange heat radiated in the pale daylight, attracting all eyes. He felt a chill down his spine from the cold aura he exuded.

Sejin opened his mouth, saliva pooling, and lowered himself a little further.

“Ah, Kwon Sejin….”

“Smack,” his tongue found the scrotum pressed against his penis, making him frown and smile. Just a soft call of his name, and he was already at the peak of excitement, as if about to cum. Sejin thought he wanted Cheon Sejoo to call his name one more time, so he opened his mouth wide and took his testicles in.

“Ugh, ah…!”

He poked the heavy balls in his mouth with his tongue and sucked hard, making him tense and grip the bedsheet tightly. His hands, with prominent blue veins, clutched helplessly at the wrinkled white fabric. Sejin looked at his large hand, then rubbed his lips against the soft skin underneath.

Smack, smack, he kissed and then sucked hard, making Cheon Sejoo frown as if uncomfortable, his lips pressed tightly. He tried to suppress a groan, his Adam’s apple moving vigorously.

Seeing his loss of composure, a pure desire surged within Sejin, he wanted to push him to the very edge.

“Haa, alright. Now you suck well, you…”

But Cheon Sejoo’s composure was not easily shattered; to see his flawless face, one needed to be bolder than this. At that moment, Sejin decided to turn the fantasies he considered extremely lewd and had never dared to perform into action.

Sejin’s large hand, big enough to cover Cheon Sejoo’s entire hand, gently grasped his popliteal fossa (back of the knee). Cheon Sejoo thought he just wanted to spread his legs and relaxed in response, but immediately after, he couldn’t help but be surprised to see Sejin’s face lowered below his testicles.

“Ah, don’t, ah!”

The words, before they could be spoken, turned into a scream. Sejin’s nose gently touched his testicles, his thick eyelashes brushed against his erect thighs. His wet lips touched his perineum, his tongue peeking out from the gap, touching Cheon Sejoo’s small hole. As soon as he felt the tongue touch that intimate spot, Cheon Sejoo stretched his legs, intending to push Sejin away.

“Sejin, hic, wait…! Ah, damn it!”

But the hand gripping his popliteal fossa tightened, and the sharp tongue began to poke into his anus, making his entire body suddenly lose all strength. Cheon Sejoo’s face flushed, unable to accept this situation, he used both hands to cover his groin.

The tongue moving below made him feel utterly chaotic. He couldn’t believe that someone as morally upright as Kwon Sejin was doing such things. Insane… But the small criticisms only swirled in his mouth.

“Ah, cough…!”

Every time the wet and soft tongue licked over the wrinkles, a chilling shiver ran through his entire body. It was not just simple pleasure, but an intensely terrifying ecstasy.

His toes curled, his entire body stiff. Sejin’s gasps as he explored his most intimate and sensitive spot evoked a base and raw sexual desire.

It seemed only the two of them were left in this world. Everything else vanished, only Kwon Sejin and he survived in a destroyed world, pursuing the only pleasure that mattered.

“Haa, ah, gasp!”

Cheon Sejoo’s strong legs wrapped around Sejin’s head. Sejin thought he wanted him to trust him and lowered himself, so he gripped Cheon Sejoo’s knees tightly, but then realized it wasn’t that and relaxed his hands.

His smooth, hairless legs pulled Sejin’s head closer. Kwon Sejin buried his nose in his groin, wet with his own saliva, then pushed his tongue into the tightening hole.

Entering inside was more difficult than using a finger. Sejin lowered the hand holding his popliteal fossa, spreading his buttocks apart. A part of the flesh opened with “smacking” sounds as if welcoming him. Without hesitation, he thrust his tongue into that opening.

“Ah, ugh, damn it, what…”

Cheon Sejoo’s agitated voice excited him even more. Sejin rubbed his erect penis against the bedsheet, while exploring Cheon Sejoo’s underside. Every time his tongue stirred inside, he groaned, his hips twitching slightly.

His erect penis was wet, and whenever Cheon Sejoo reached down to caress its glans, transparent drops of pre-cum sprayed near Sejin’s head.
He used his tongue to push saliva deep inside, stirring vigorously, feeling Cheon Sejoo’s body tremble. Slippery fluid flowed out from within, wrapping around his tongue. Sejin pushed a finger inside, touched his prostate, then withdrew his tongue.

“Ha, more, do more.”

He pushed his legs, which were embracing his head, away, raising his face to reveal his flushed neck and trembling penis. His beautiful face was drenched in sweat, his beautiful lips slightly curved, full of enchantment.

Cheon Sejoo’s hand, which was gripping and shaking his penis right before his eyes, was now no longer rough but soft. Sejin followed the trajectory of those fingers, then pressed his lips back to Cheon Sejoo’s perineum.

Unlike his firm buttocks, the slightly fleshy and flat skin underneath was soaked with Sejin’s saliva. A long finger was deeply inserted into the opening below, and every time he stimulated the key point, Cheon Sejoo’s perineum contracted, hardened, then relaxed repeatedly.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Sejin mumbled, then tilted his head and kissed that spot.
“Ah, Sejin…”

A sweet, intoxicating voice wrapped around his ears. Sejin looked at Cheon Sejoo’s face with slightly glazed eyes, then parted his lips. Smack, smack, every time he sucked and sought his perineum, a crack appeared on Cheon Sejoo’s perfect and beautiful face.

Watching him pant with a hazy expression as if melting softly, Sejin pushed his stirring finger deeper inside.

The long fingertip poked his prostate, making Cheon Sejoo almost unable to maintain his body. Watching the man who always stood straight now lying groaning with his legs spread pitifully, he felt breathless.

“Cheon Sejoo…”

Cheon Sejoo softly replied and lowered a hand that was covering his forehead. Cheon Sejoo’s finger slipped inside the hem of his T-shirt, touching his chest.

The hand stirring inside, the wet tongue lingering around his anus, the palm stroking his penis, and the fingertip lightly scratching his nipple. He no longer had time to distinguish which sensation was from Kwon Sejin, and which was self-induced.
Cheon Sejoo only moved his body hazily, chasing the pleasure that was blazing before his eyes. He gripped his firm chest, stroking his penis while panting, unable to bear it any longer.

The pleasure pushing him to the brink grew larger, engulfing his entire body dizzyingly. Ugh, a short groan escaped, and semen spurted, soaking his lower abdomen and the hem of his shirt. The brief spasm passed, leaving his entire body limp.

“So good, haa, Sejin, so good…”

But he knew this was not the end, but the beginning. Cheon Sejoo closed his eyes as he felt another finger slip inside him. He needed to prepare for the lovemaking that was about to come after a short break.