Chapter 4 Part 37

…Damn it. What an inconvenient time to arrive. What kind of energetic bastards are these? I never dreamed there would be people enjoying themselves on the beach in the middle of the night. This isn’t some resort beach; who would have thought there’d be guys messing around on a beach on an island teeming only with men?

Jeong Tae-ui scratched his neck, looking troubled. Should he go back and take a detour? It would be a long way around, but running into them if he passed by would be just as awkward. However, to detour, he’d have to climb up behind those rocks, which looked quite steep. It seemed impossible to go without tools, bare-handed. But going all the way back the way he came and then taking a lower path was too much of a roundabout.

Jeong Tae-ui fell into thought, surveying the path ahead. In the dim light, darkness, barely touched by the lighthouse beam, lay in the rock crevices. The waves had carved out deep grooves. If he bent down and passed through there, he might be able to get by undetected. Indeed, in this darkness, especially while engrossed in passion, it would be hard to sense someone else’s presence. Besides… if it came to it, he could just consider it an interesting sight. Though he probably wouldn’t see anything.

Jeong Tae-ui carefully descended into the rock crevice. A stone hit his foot, but the sound was small enough to be swallowed by the waves. It’s fine, he wouldn’t be discovered by this.

Come to think of it, even if he were discovered, there was no reason for him to flinch. Perhaps those who were secretly enjoying themselves here would be surprised and flinch, but why should he? He wasn’t deliberately peeking.

Jeong Tae-ui patted his chest and moved forward. He bent down and passed in front of the deeply recessed rock. The glance he cast that way as he passed was not an attempt to peek. It was merely to check if he was visible to them.

From inside the rock, a very faint light was seeping out. Perhaps one of the people inside had brought a makeshift portable flashlight or something. But even that wasn’t very bright, only illuminating hazy outlines.

There were two people inside.

One person was crouched, face down, between the legs of another man who was sitting, leaning against the rock. With both hands, he cupped the seated man’s genitals, licking the tip. Then, tracing down the shaft to the base and further down to the scrotum, he licked and sucked as if entranced. Squishy sounds continuously emanated from between their legs. The man with his face buried between the seated man’s legs seemed aroused by this alone, swaying his waist and hips, overcome by his own desire. Occasionally, as if unable to bear it, his hand reached down to rub his own groin, wet and glistening in the faint light. At the same time, short groans, as if he could no longer hold back, burst forth.

And in front of him, the man sitting, leaning against the rock, gazed down at the man whose face was buried between his legs, overcome with pleasure. His expression was blank, yet his face, languid with exposed desire, looked down at his partner who was diligently serving him.

The moment Jeong Tae-ui saw that expression, he felt a prick in his chest. It was a kind of shock and eeriness.

The man’s gaze was incredibly cold. Yet, it was also endlessly hot. He was reacting hotly and passionately to his own desire, but it wasn’t a longing for the person between his legs. He felt not an ounce of emotion for the partner he was with, merely enjoying the act itself.

And Jeong Tae-ui soon realized who the man was. The face, faintly outlined in the darkness, was unmistakable.

Ilay League-row

…Damn it. Why do I run into this guy everywhere I go? He’s the last person I want to encounter. He should be quietly sleeping at this hour; who did he drag all the way to this beach to do this?

Jeong Tae-ui clicked his tongue. But the moment he realized it was that man, his body froze. He felt that if he moved even a finger, he would be discovered. Or perhaps he had already been discovered.

Jeong Tae-ui stood frozen in place, holding his breath. How could he escape this place? That was the only thought in his mind.

Ilay League-row, whether he knew someone was there or not, was engrossed in the act.

Looking down at the young man who was greedily mouthing and wiggling his tongue between his legs, he suddenly gripped the young man’s hair. And he roughly pulled the head tightly towards his groin.

“Swallow deeper. Harder. …Can’t you suck properly?”

He lightly gripped the young man’s chin and shook it. Then, tzzzt, he clicked his tongue, and still grasping the young man’s head, began to thrust. The young man gasped for breath, making suffocated sounds. Ilay League-row, who had been roughly moving his hips against the young man’s mouth, making it seem as if he might choke, pulled out of his mouth when the suffocating young man thrashed, and then lightly slapped his cheek. Though called “lightly,” a dry, impactful sound rang out quite strongly, and the young man’s head snapped to the side.

“Do it properly. Lick every corner and suck hard. Then I’ll fuck you as much as you want. You’re making a face like your hole is itching to death, yet you’re putting in no effort.”

His voice was roughly agitated. His voice, drenched in lust and exhaled with rough breaths, emerged hotly. The young man frantically lunged between his legs again. Soon, violent and urgent sounds echoed.

Jeong Tae-ui could feel his own face hardening. His chest grew hot, and his breath hitched.

It wasn’t just because of this abnormal situation of secretly watching others. Nor was it because it had been a long time since he had satisfied his own desires.

Ilay League-row, this overwhelming man, exuded a force as intense as his domineering presence. He was the strongest male, one from whom most men would tuck their tails and flee. Any woman with ancient instincts alive in her would thrust her hips at him, and any man would be unable to stand before him.