Clap - 62

He found Jaemin’s responses, which were always perfectly timed to his teasing, absolutely adorable. 

*Adorable*? 

As if he were some child. 

If anyone needed a kids’ potty, it was Ichan, not him. 

Ichan pointed to the bathtub, signaling that Jaemin should wash up while he was there. 

Jaemin obediently took off his shirt and stepped into the tub. 

Ihyun entered the bathroom with a wide, sticky strap, reminiscent of Chinese noodles. 

The first few times they washed him, Jaemin had been unconscious, so he couldn’t resist. 

But after that, once he was fully aware, he had fought back with all his might. 

He threw shampoo in Ihyun’s face and smashed the showerhead down on Ichan’s foot in a cheeky rebellion. 

That day, he’d gotten a heavy slap on the cheek and spent the entire bath tied up. 

Now, Jaemin calmly presented his hands to Ihyun. 

Ihyun smirked. 

“You’re really quick to adapt, Jaemin.” 

“…Is that a compliment?” 

“It’s not an insult.”

Ihyun skillfully tied Jaemin’s wrists and ankles. 

Now, Jaemin looked exactly like a kidnapped hostage. 

Meanwhile, Ichan adjusted the water temperature. 

After testing the pressure, he sprayed water over Jaemin’s shoulders. 

Jaemin tilted his head back as far as it would go to avoid getting water in his nose. 

Ichan, finding him adorable, kissed his smooth forehead. 

Jaemin showed no reaction. 

He no longer had the energy to respond to their sudden, unannounced kisses. 

After soaking Jaemin’s body, Ichan set the showerhead aside. 

What followed was a scene that played out like clockwork. 

Ichan washed Jaemin’s hair while Ihyun cleaned his body, each taking their respective roles. 

Being washed by their hands wasn’t all that bad anymore. 

Someone in this world would wash my body so carefully. Before being caught, I had to take a thief’s shower in the school gym, or if that didn’t work, I had to wash with ice-cold water while shivering in my crumbling dorm.

So now it was close to a luxury. Of course, occasionally, no, often. Unfavorable situations also occurred.

“Ugh…”

Ichan’s hot, foamy hands kneaded Ihyun’s earlobe in a strange way. Ihyun’s cold hands gently rubbed Jaemin’s testicles or genitals. The breath from Ichan’s neck made the hair on Jaemin’s neck stand up. Ihyun’s fingertips, which brushed against Jaemin’s nipples or waist, made his crotch involuntarily tighten.

“No, don’t do it, uh, ugh…”

Jaemin got erect in less than five minutes.

Getting erect is not something that can be refused. These strong alphas, emitting such intense pheromones, what omega would be in their right mind?

“What. Are you hard?”

Ichan asked with a playful tone. Jaemin’s ear immediately turned red. He knew it was a mean prank, but he couldn’t hide his embarrassment and shame.

“Um, I think so.”

Ihyun lightly tapped Jaemin’s genitals, submerged in the foam. The throbbing genitals made the foam twitch. It was a terribly vulgar sight.