The Unbelievers

Chapter 89

“I know.”

“It doesn’t seem like you do.”

“I’m telling you I know.”

“It doesn’t seem that way at all.”

“I may not know about other people, but I know about you, ahjussi.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Ugh, I really do know, I’m telling you!”

Eunseong’s voice rose as Siwoon kept denying it.

“Well, thanks for misunderstanding me in a positive way.”

As Eunseong said, no matter how dirty and dark Siwoon’s thoughts might be right now, he ultimately wouldn’t do anything to Eunseong. That was his resolve. After Eunseong returned to his room, he would once again whip his genitals with a rod. He was prepared to endure it that way. If it became too difficult to bear, he was even willing to castrate himself.

I will never lay hands on you.

Just this much… if it became truly unbearable, he could somehow manage by satisfying his hunger with light kisses.

He just needed to endure until Eunseong left for overseas, until he left him.

And after that…? What would happen after that?

Siwoon couldn’t imagine himself alone after sending Eunseong away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to think about it—it was literally blank. Utterly, hopelessly dark.

The hand that had been fidgeting with his knuckles finally laced their fingers together. Siwoon was completely caught in Eunseong’s grasp. He tried to wiggle his hand free, but Eunseong firmly held onto him. Siwoon’s chest took a deep breath and exhaled. Afraid Eunseong might notice his disturbed breathing, Siwoon had to carefully control his exhalation.

“I like how warm your hand is. And I like this tattoo too. It both doesn’t suit you and suits you well at the same time.”

“…”

“It ruins your handsome face.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It is good. If this wasn’t here, if this tattoo wasn’t here, you’d just be handsome, but with this… how should I put it? It makes you more… attractive.”

Siwoon was now in agony. Eunseong’s soft-spoken voice beside him, his warmth, and his pure scent that seemed untouched by anything unclean became increasingly difficult to resist. He wanted to hold Eunseong’s hand properly. He barely managed to ignore the urge to firmly grasp the fingers wrapped around the back of his hand. He wished he could fall into sleep as if fainting, but ignoring his desperate wish, his mind became increasingly alert.

“When I keep looking at you like this, I want to kiss you.”

“…”

“I want to kiss you. With you, ahjussi.”

“…”

“It’s so stingy, really stingy. It doesn’t even cost money.”

After enduring and enduring, Siwoon finally turned his head toward Eunseong with an expression that said “please stop.” Eunseong, who had been watching him, let out a small mischievous laugh when his eyes met Siwoon’s seemingly angry ones.

“Are you going to keep doing this?”

If Eunseong knew what Siwoon was doing to try to resist, he wouldn’t be able to act like this. There was no torture like this torture. It was a severe and terrible punishment.

“I have to say what I want to say. I can’t hold back.”

Siwoon hadn’t taken the red pill since the day he used it to confirm Eunseong’s identity. Since he hadn’t even entered the greenhouse to avoid stimulating Eunseong, it couldn’t be that Eunseong was acting this way because he was intoxicated by that scent and feeling sexual desire.

Eunseong wasn’t responding to him because he was a “Great Gap” capable of seed production—he genuinely liked him, and Siwoon felt the same. Siwoon didn’t like him because he was a “Great Gap” either; he liked Eunseong for who he was. The sense of debt that had weighed heavily on his heart since he first saw him from afar at age ten, the desire to cherish Eunseong, had led them to this point.

Looking at Siwoon, who rarely got angry no matter what was done to him, Eunseong asked:

“Ahjussi.”

“Yes.”

“…Why are you so good to me?”

“Have I… been good to you?”

Eunseong nodded that he had. He squeezed the back of Siwoon’s hand as he did so. Unconsciously, Siwoon’s thumb was fiddling with Eunseong’s fingers.

“That’s good then. I thought you left home because I wasn’t good enough to you.”

“Do you normally treat everyone this well?”

“You’re not just anyone.”

Siwoon almost laughed bitterly at the innocent question from someone who didn’t know what influence he had. If only he were just anyone. If he had been an ordinary person with no connection to the prophecy, Siwoon would have become trash over a hundred times over, even if he were truly related by blood.

If Eunseong hadn’t been the target, he would have had him over a hundred times. Kissed him over a hundred times, freely embraced his body, touched each other’s naked bodies, felt each other’s warmth while rolling around on this surface. He would have filled that body completely with his existence and driven him intensely.

Again and again… again and again, continuously… continuously.

He painfully grimaced and swallowed a bitter saliva. Despite severely beating himself, his entire body was heating up just from imagination.

“I am just anyone.”

“If only you were just anyone… how nice would that have been.”

“Bringing in just anyone, giving them a room, letting them stay, giving them a card… telling them to spend freely. Assigning a nagging secretary too.”

At the mention of Director Nam, Siwoon smiled faintly.

“Do you owe something to my father?”

“…”

His heart dropped while he had been listening to Eunseong’s whispers like echoes in a dream, completely defenseless. Watching Siwoon’s reaction as he stiffened, Eunseong carefully asked again.

“Did you do something wrong, did you do something wrong to my father or mother that you’re being so nice to me?”

“…”

“Really?”

“…What if I said yes?”

Siwoon asked. Eunseong couldn’t answer. He didn’t know what to do if that were the case. If that were true, it would feel like his feelings for Siwoon were somehow wrong.

“Then would you stop liking me?”

He suddenly grabbed the hand that had been fidgeting with the back of his hand. Siwoon raised his upper body and looked down at Eunseong. Eunseong’s eyes wavered with bewilderment at the shadow suddenly crossing the line and covering him.

“Then would you stop liking me?”

Siwoon asked with an unfamiliar expression and an unfamiliar voice. The pressure on his hand grew stronger. Eunseong was feeling physical pain from him for the first time.

“Did you really… do something wrong to my parents?”

After staring at him for a while, making eye contact, Siwoon slowly nodded at Eunseong’s question.

“What did you do wrong?”

“…I’m doing this to you.”

Siwoon’s voice sounded sad. Eunseong twisted his wrist free from Siwoon’s crushing grip. Instead, he wrapped both arms around Siwoon’s neck. Despite being pulled down by the weight, Siwoon maintained his posture and continued looking down at Eunseong, keeping his distance.

He hoped Eunseong would notice his hidden malevolence. Eunseong, this child who had just turned twenty and claimed not to be naive, couldn’t even dare to imagine it. With what intentions, with what eyes Siwoon was looking at him. He was essentially at the lowest point of this world.

“What are you thinking about? When you should become trash, something like that?”

“…So it’s true.”

“What is?”

“That you know me well.”

“I can see everything. Because you’re simple… I can feel it all.”

Eunseong tried to pull down his neck. Despite applying a bit of force, Siwoon’s upper body firmly maintained its position. He was standing his ground, not letting himself be dragged by Eunseong.

“Ahjussi, you want to kiss me right now.”

“…You can see everything so clearly?”

“I can see it all. I can feel it all, I’m telling you. You want to kiss me but you’re holding back.”

“…”

“Can’t you just do it? Kissing you… it feels really good. What about for you?”

That feeling was indescribable. Eunseong’s lips were salvation to Siwoon in that moment, worthy of worship. He had always wondered why the prophecy specifically used the expression “lips as sweet as honey.” He hadn’t understood why such rhetoric would be applied to a divine being, but now he could. He could even guess who wrote that prophecy.

It was his ancestor who found the “Great Gap,” it was Siwoon’s bloodline that had tasted those lips.

Eunseong’s lips were a privilege granted only to the chosen ones who inherited the bloodline. Sweet honey.

“…I liked it too.”

“Then, how about we try it again?”

Eunseong was seducing him in every way imaginable. Siwoon was born with blood engraved in his instincts to be drawn to the “Great Gap.” Eunseong’s behavior was causing an impulse as strong as if a thousand tongues were licking Siwoon’s naked lower body.

“What if you get pregnant after sleeping with me? Would that be okay with you?”

A deep voice, as if drawn from the depths of a cave, suddenly asked.

“…What?”

“Don’t you know that… doing this could make you pregnant?”

Eunseong’s expression was strange. It wasn’t something that should come from the mouth of someone fourteen years his senior.

He looked up at his distant uncle who was seriously saying something utterly incomprehensible, with eyes that seemed to say “are you serious,” “how strange,” “how peculiar,” not understanding why he would say such a thing.

“…I’m a man. You didn’t know that yet? Should I show you?”

“…”

Eunseong’s eyes looked at him, glanced down at his own lower body, and then back up.

Eunseong lowered one hand that had been wrapped around Siwoon’s neck, took Siwoon’s hand, and placed it on his own chest. He made him feel his flat chest where nothing could be felt.

When Siwoon’s hand touched him, Eunseong’s heart beat as if it would burst out. The hand he had left alone trembled and then slowly caressed Eunseong’s chest area. Although he had never felt it was a sensitive area before, when the large hand covered and pressed his chest, he found himself breathless from the strange pressure. His lower body responded clearly.