Red Dot - 18

Seokju blankly looked at Ajin’s face, and Ajin pursed his lips and said.

“Don’t say I’m pretty.”

At his earnest remark, Seokju softly chuckled. You’re so mischievous to dislike hearing that with such a face.

Seokju gently stroked Ajin’s delicate eyebrows with his thumb and asked.

“Don’t you know you’re pretty?”

“Huh?”

“That’s why you grow your hair out, right? Since you know how you look.”

“I just grow it out because Flower Lady told me to. I was born in the wrong era, so she said I’d die young if I showed my face around.”

Ajin squinted as if his eyebrows were itchy. Seokju moved his hand to his cheek. His soft, chubby cheeks were like a bright full moon. Seokju gently caressed them, careful not to squish them with his hand. Ajin didn’t mind his warm palm and obediently offered his face.

“Is this Flower Lady a shaman?”

“Something like that. Everything she says is right.”

Seokju nodded slightly. It seems he had discovered a treasure Kkotnimee had carefully hidden away. He whispered to Ajin with their faces close together.

“Alright. Don’t cut your hair. Don’t show your face around. Keep your head down as much as you can.”

Seokju had no intention of showing off this treasure to the world. Rather, he wanted to hide him away where even Kkotnimee couldn’t find him. Even though he had no right to do so.

In reality, with the class system abolished, Ajin was simply an employee here, yet also a free person. He could leave this place, leave Seokju’s grasp, anytime he wished.
Ajin laughed at Seokju’s serious words.

“……You sound just like Aunty.”

He shook his head and pulled his face from Seokju’s hand, then sluggishly turned his body. Suddenly, Seokju could only see the back of his head. As he started to complain, Ajin beat him to it.

“Shall we sleep?”

“……Okay.”
Seokju couldn’t say anything else. If he nagged him, he might abruptly get up and leave, glaring at him for being a nuisance.

Reluctantly, Seokju embraced him from behind. His cool body temperature made him exhale deeply through his nose. An odd grassy scent wafted from his lush, fluffy hair. A downy scent came from his nape too. Seokju’s lips curved up shamelessly.

Not just Seokju’s, but Ajin’s lips were upturned too. Seokju’s embrace was so comfortably warm, as if he had a furnace at his back. At this temperature, he could probably sleep through winter without blankets.

“You’re really warm, Sir.”

Ajin said with his eyes closed. Seokju nuzzled his cheek against his nape.

“And you’re cold. That’s why you can sleep so well.”

“…..Am I a substitute dead wife for you?”

“Too pretty to be a dead wi-”

“…..?”

“Too handsome.”

Ajin smiled slightly at his amended answer. He took a deep breath, about to truly fall asleep, when that persistently bothersome thing poked his buttocks again. Unable to ignore it, Ajin opened his eyes.

“By the way, Sir.”

“Yeah?”

“Could you do something about this cock?”

Seokju sharply inhaled.

“…..?”

“…..?”

Silence fell for a moment. Ajin pushed his belly forward, separating from Seokju’s lower body. Even though he was still, whatever was poking Ajin’s buttocks like a needle made him doubt if it was really not a snake.

If it was going to secretly move around, it should at least be small. But it was enormously large and scorching hot like a metal rod in a fire, so he couldn’t pretend not to notice.
Seokju lightly bit his lower lip, then released it.

“…Sorry. It’s not something I can control.”

Ajin heaved a deep sigh. Well, if the cock moved on its own, it would be like carrying a snake between his legs. As a man himself, Ajin understood that cock have a mind of its own.

As if he couldn’t help it, he tried to slip out of Seokju’s embrace. But Seokju grabbed his waist and pulled him firmly back towards himself. Then he whispered something scandalous in Ajin’s ear.

“Want to squeeze it between your thighs while we sleep?”

“What? The cock? Between my thighs?”

“Yeah. It’ll be more comfortable than having it keep poking you.”

“…..?”

“It’ll be fine if you let me put it between your thighs to sleep.”

Ajin’s mouth fell open. It was such nonsense, but Seokju said it so seriously that he was struck dumb.

While Ajin could only gape, unable to find words to respond, Seokju casually lifted his thighs. He then slipped that thick piece of flesh between them, before lowering Ajin’s thighs back down.
“Uh……”

The strange sensation made Ajin shrink his neck. The hot thing wriggling between his legs reminded him of ‘that’ night.

The intertwined bodies, clashing chests, dripping sweat and tears, searing heat, the pleasure piercing his entire being, his swollen belly, that part below his navel that had been throbbing, stinging, and pulsating.

Ajin’s cheeks grew increasingly flushed as Seokju’s warm breath brushed his earlobe. Flustered, Ajin twitched and quickly shut his eyes tightly. He vaguely heard what sounded like Seokju chuckling.

Ajin inwardly thought about the chores for the next day. Cook, wash dishes, wipe the floor, sweep, do laundry, things like that. Somehow, that made Seokju’s cock start to feel familiar.

Unawares, Ajin fell asleep like that.
And fortunately, Seokju didn’t mistake Ajin’s thighs for his buttocks all night long.

* * *
The next night, when the other servants’ snores reached their peak, Ajin stealthily crept out of the room like a cat again. With his cheeks cutely puffed out, he waddled down the hallway.

Stopping in front of Seokju’s door, he caught his breath. Then, putting on an expressionless face, he knocked. Unlike the night before, the door opened right away. Wearing just a shirt with a cigarette in his mouth, Seokju greeted Ajin with a grin. Ajin averted his eyes slightly as he entered the room.

“You’re early today, Ajin.”

Seokju said, brushing Ajin’s bangs aside with his large hand.

“Well…I had some free time…”

Ajin mumbled evasively. Seokju chuckled.

“Is that so?”

Closing the door, Seokju leaned against the doorframe with one leg crossed over the other, his head tilted as he studied Ajin’s face intently. His gaze was excessively persistent and lingering. Feeling his cheeks tingle, Ajin started scratching them with his fingers, but Seokju caught his hand to stop him. He then frowned at the reddened nail marks now marring Ajin’s face.

“Why do you mistreat such a handsome face like that?”

“It was itchy…”

“Go wash your face. There should be some lotion next to the soap too.”

“Lo…tion?”

“A white bottle. It’ll say ‘lotion’ on it. Put some on after you wash up.”

Ajin blinked rapidly. When he just stood there, Seokju gestured towards the bathroom. Ajin hurried over.

Seokju’s bathroom wasn’t much different from the toilet next to the study room. It had a western-style toilet, a sink to wash hands, and a large mirror above the sink. The other differences were the expensive-looking golden electric lighting, and a sizeable bathtub big enough for even Seokju.

Ajin stood awkwardly in front of the sink and scrubbed his face roughly with water. He even lathered up the nice-smelling soap in his palms to make foam.

So Seokju washes his face with such nice soap and uses lotion. No wonder his skin looks so good. Fair and smooth, he doesn’t look like a gangster at all from any angle.

After rinsing off the foam, Ajin squinted his eyes searching for the lotion.

“Lotion……”

Various bottles lined the sink counter, all unfamiliar to Ajin who had only used plain soap to wash his whole life.

Still, he knew what lotion was. At the gambling den where he used to work, the ladies would apply it after washing their faces, saying it improved their skin texture. It was smooth and had a nice scent.

However, lotions came in many varieties, and he had heard there were separate kinds for ladies and gentlemen. Though Seokju said it would say ‘lotion’ on the bottle, unfortunately Ajin couldn’t read.

After pondering for a while, Ajin remembered Seokju saying ‘next to the soap’. He immediately grabbed the bottle next to the soap and squeezed some onto his palm, vigorously rubbing it onto his face. It foamed up.

“Ugh……”

Ajin groaned in frustration. Lotion wasn’t supposed to foam. He had picked the wrong one and hurriedly rinsed it off.

Ajin easily gave up on finding the lotion. He pulled his outer robe to haphazardly wipe off the water and rushed out of the bathroom like he was fleeing. Though his skin felt tight from washing twice, it wasn’t really an issue for Ajin.

When Ajin exited the bathroom, Seokju was in the study room.
Seokju’s room had the bathroom, bedroom, and study connected in that order, with sliding doors installed so one could move between them without going outside.

So Seokju, seated some distance away, was visible at a glance.

“Sir, aren’t you going to sleep?”

Ajin casually brushed aside his damp bangs as he spoke. Seokju, fiddling with papers and holding a fountain pen, looked up at him.

“It’s not time for me to sleep yet.”

Ajin’s shoulders slumped at those words.

“……Should I go back then?”

“No.”

“Oh, no?”

“No. Stay and sleep first.”

Seokju gestured with his pen towards the neatly made bed in the bedroom. The bedding, likely prepared fresh by Isun, looked just as clean and plush as the night before. Ajin hesitantly shuffled over, casting furtive glances at Seokju.

He felt apologetic about occupying the masterless bed. Yet he didn’t want to leave either.
With his lips tightly pressed together, Ajin slid under the covers.