Red Dot - 90

“Are you worried?”

Junseong raised his upper body in response to Hanseo’s question, lifting the corners of his eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Well…,” Junseong started but hesitated.

Come to think of it, why did he suddenly feel so down, like he’d been hit with a bucket of cold water?

Unable to immediately find an answer even for himself, he hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I haven’t been able to do what I wanted, stuck here. It feels like I’ve been good at everything else, including sex.”

Listening to Hanseo talk about his past, Junseong realized he had lived a life so oppressive and dreadful that it was beyond imagination. There was no freedom of will; he had simply endured passively, doing whatever was asked of him.

But now, evidence of personal desires surfacing from within that environment made it hard not to doubt.

As someone who had believed everything that came from Hanseo’s mouth as truth, Junseong felt a slight sense of betrayal.

So he thought his bad mood was just that.

In this situation where asking questions seemed more like avoiding eye contact than answering them, Hanseo smiled strangely.

“Unfortunately, I’ve never really tried this properly before.”

Hanseo shook a condom in his hand and tossed it beside Junseong, then slipped between his legs.

“Even researchers dedicated their bodies for my dopamine, regardless of gender, but it was all in vain.”

Junseong, understanding Hanseo’s words, suspiciously glanced down at him. Unlike himself with only a shirt left, Hanseo had not even unbuttoned his pants, yet his lower body was already swollen.

“Doesn’t matter if it’s a man or a woman. No one could satisfy me.”

“Now, tell me what state you’re in, without lying.”

Junseong, casting doubt on Hanseo’s unbelievable story, was pushed back by his large hand, causing him to lay down again.

Hanseo, putting on ivory surgical gloves, looked scary. The light from the room subtly lit up his pupils, while his hot breath and sighs conveyed an inexplicable sense of danger.

“Even imagining killing someone with my own hands got me a little response. But that’s all. I couldn’t even get hard enough to use a condom.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

A tender smile, enough to forget even the unknown sense of danger, filled the sight. Hanseo’s rough breath and dilated pupils showed no sign of returning to their normal state, even during this time. Somehow, it seemed like his desire for sex was increasing.

“Ah!”

Something cold touched Junseong’s lower body, which had already been comforted. Hanseo’s fingers, soaked in cold gel, managed to touch the bottom area.

“Hey, hey!”

There wouldn’t have been any surprise at all if the penis had been touched like this.

“Why are you touching it?”

He thought that the small hole was only for excretion. The feeling of damp gel was an excitement when the slightly warm fingers spread inside it.

“If I don’t release it properly, it will explode in a man-to-man relationship. It’s better if you see blood.”

“What’s a fuck? No, then what are you doing with it?”

Hanseo looked at the puzzled eyes of Junseong, and laughed, stroking his eyes with his fingers.

“Is it jealousy, then?”

“Jeal…!”

Junseong’s face, startled before he could even finish the word, quickly averted his gaze.

“It’s not like that. It’s just… you…”

More than the ticklish sensation of fingers exploring a hole, Hanseo’s gaze bothered Junseong more. He covered his eyes with one hand and continued speaking.

“I wondered if you lied to me…”

Hanseo’s fingers, which had been exploring the hole, twitched and stopped. Then, with a snort, he said in his characteristic tone.

“Don’t you hate it when I lie to you?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“What would happen if I lied to you?”

Through Junseong’s fingers covering his eyes, sharp eyes as cold as ice stared at Hanseo.

“I’ll kill you.”

The invisible dagger-like threat in Junseong’s eyes seemed to point straight at Hanseo’s throat.

Junseong’s threat carried a weighty sincerity.

The reason for such sincerity stemmed from experiences that Hanseo could not fathom. Though the recurring nightmares seemed inevitable, Junseong had always been sincere, accumulating a sense of betrayal that persisted until now from those he had trusted.

While there were very few he trusted, Hanseo was undeniably in the category of ‘trusted comrades.’ The weight of his lies would undoubtedly be heavier than when others lied.

Yet, Junseong was not entirely innocent of deceiving others.

Originally, Junseong was the type to openly share everything with those he genuinely cared about. As he had experienced countless times in his dreams, except when people exposed their true nature in such disastrous situations as now, Junseong might have been more sincere than anyone else.

However, even Junseong, who did not hide everything from his allies, confided in Hanseo without hiding anything. Having shown everything, he believed Hanseo would reciprocate, and indeed, he had brought Junseong to this room. In the chilly, gloomy past of Hanseo.

“Don’t lie to me. Even if you deceive everyone else, don’t deceive me.”

Because the person stepping into the deepest recesses of Hanseo is “Kang Junseong.”

“Otherwise… I might really… kill you.”

The threat contained a deeply felt weight. Hanseo, exerting pressure on Junseong, could fully sense it.

Suddenly, Junseong felt he might have been too serious for no reason, and his face flushed. He was wearing nothing but a shirt, exposed in this embarrassing situation. He wondered if he had blurted out everything in such an embarrassing state, his face gradually heating up.

The smile on Hanseo’s face gradually faded as he stared at Junseong, who was watching him with his shoulders hunched and his breath held. Shadows fell on his slightly lowered face, hiding his expression.

Immediately after, Junseong had to feel the sensation of something foreign invading the previously gently explored hole.

“Ugh?! What are you suddenly inserting?!”

Junseong stared at Hanseo after removing his hands from his eyes, hunching his shoulders and swallowing his breath.

“Fuck.”

Hanseo’s shadowy face, with the threat, seemed impossible to move his eyes from, though it was hard to hear his cursing amidst the whispering of the spells, mixed with expressions like ‘I want to hit,’ ‘I want to put in.’

Suddenly, the intense gaze of Hanseo, which had been steadily directed downwards, appeared as he pushed down Junseong, who was hunching his shoulders to stare at him.

“Hanseong…! Eut-!”

The fingers, which had penetrated to a small extent into the hole, suddenly stabbed deeply into the innermost of the Jungian Seoul.

“Take your fingers out! Why are you putting them there!”

“Dirty? Where? Damn it, I’d tear everything apart, lick it all clean if I could.”

Junseong smirked at Hanseo’s dreadful yet urgent words. He momentarily forgot what he wanted to say and was startled by the quickening movements of the probing fingers inside. The unfamiliar sensation, repulsive and tingling, probing his body was something he had never imagined in his life.

“Stop it! Why are you doing this…! Ugh?!”

Junseong’s struggling body froze in shock.

Something deep inside was touched by Hanseo’s fingertips. While other inner walls only conveyed tingling or foreign sensations, as soon as that spot was touched, it felt like an electric shock spread throughout his entire deep inner region, resonating strangely even to the tip of his genitals.

“What… just happened?”

Even after pondering it deeply, he was momentarily bewildered by the inexplicable sensation.

Junseong, startled by this strange feeling, grabbed Hanseo’s arm tightly with both hands as if afraid, when Hanseo probed that strange sensation again, Junseong involuntarily made a sound as if it wasn’t his own.

“Eugh-?!”

His entire leg twitched, and his waist jerked. Junseong gripped Hanseo’s arm tightly as if afraid of this strange sensation.

Their eyes met, Hanseo’s red face panting without a smile.

Hanseo’s long fingers jabbed at the same spot again.

“Ah-!”

As soon as he jabbed, the inner walls convulsed. The hole swallowed the root of the finger and reacted itself.

“That… it feels weird there, so please stop…”

Junseong’s confused face trembled with fear of the unfamiliar sensation. Hanseo’s eyes twitched at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen something.

“He’s such a damn frog…!”

Whether or not Hanseo understood Junseong’s thoughts, the frog-like fingers of Hanseo began to poke mercilessly at that sensitive spot.