Swallow Hunting - Chapter 18.1🔞
It was called a waiting room, but in reality it was no different from a storage closet. Hae-jun set the fallen mop upright and lay down on the worn-out sofa, its bottom seam completely torn. His eyes didn’t leave his phone. Most of the incoming messages were advertisements, a few were from Yohan, and the rest were pleas for in-game currency.
While sending an insignificant text to Yohan, a new message arrived. He was about to ignore it, thinking it was just another ad, but Hae-jun abruptly sat up after seeing the notification that popped up. The sender’s name caught his eye before the content did. It was Lee Kang-ju.
[Let’s meet tomorrow.]
The next message followed with a vibration. It was the place and time. Which hotel, which room, and by what time. Hae-jun, pressing his forehead, stared at the message repeatedly, wondering if he had read it correctly. It could be spam impersonating Lee Kang-ju or something like voice phishing, so he checked the name again and stared at the characters until he could memorize them.
“……Wow.”
It’s real.
Hae-jun plopped back down onto the sofa. Powdery dust fluttered up, and a musty smell wafted out, but Hae-jun’s mind was entirely focused on the text Lee Kang-ju had sent.
“It’s real.”
He couldn’t just lie there blankly. He had to reply. Hae-jun typed and deleted short sentences several times. The sentence he finally chose was as follows.
[Yes, understood.]
It was as dry as Lee Kang-ju’s text. Hae-jun hesitated for a long time before sending the reply, and finally added a smiling emoji at the end.
That was all. There was no further conversation.
***
Hae-jun’s mind was a veritable chaos of confusion. He remembered the reason he had gone to see Lee Kang-ju on his own a few days ago. He had been afraid that inserting a thing of that size into his precious hole might end up killing him.
But now it has come to this. Lee Kang-ju had set the date, booked the room, and announced the time. It seemed he had reached an unavoidable cliff edge.
While eating, half-chewed food dripped from the corner of his mouth. He still didn’t notice, so Yohan, sitting across from him, popped out some tissues and handed them over. They were tissues plastered with ads for late-night snack delivery and room salons.
“You’re so gross.”
Hae-jun was blankly staring at the tissues too. Finally, Yohan, who had sat up with one knee raised, roughly wiped the corner of Hae-jun’s mouth. The stinging pain made Hae-jun finally take the tissues himself and finish wiping.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“With me?”
“Yeah. You’re not normal.”
“I’m always not normal.”
“That’s true, but today you’re especially not.”
Hae-jun chewed the leftover food in his mouth like a cow chewing cud. He was so preoccupied with thoughts of how to handle meeting Lee Kang-ju tonight that he didn’t even notice Yohan looking at him strangely.
“Hey. How do you have sex with a guy?”
Yohan, who was drinking water, spat it out in a spray. Luckily, he turned his head, avoiding the deluge. Are you insane? Hae-jun glared sharply at Yohan, but the guy, still coughing, opened his eyes wide and stared back at Hae-jun.
“What?”
“No, it’s just…….”
“You crazy bastard. Did you go nuts after getting your asshole drilled by that old man last time?”
“Stop talking crazy. No! A guy I know asked, so I was just wondering. I was curious.”
Some sense of pride prevented him from saying he was going to get fucked by a man. Yohan wiped the water spilled on the floor with a tissue, then laughed as if he found it ridiculous.
“How should I know?”
“You’ve never done it?”
“Haven’t gone that far yet. And I don’t plan to either. But I’ve heard things.”
“Heard things?”
Hae-jun pricked up his ears. Yohan picked up his spoon. He scooped up a heap of the cold tuna kimchi stew and mixed it roughly with white rice before putting it in his mouth.
“They say it’s fucking amazing.”
“Amazing?”
Hae-jun exclaimed in surprise. Of course, he himself had ejaculated from the old man’s lewd touch, but that was thanks to that old man’s tremendous experience. Even the medically manufactured rod and the size of Lee Kang-ju’s cock couldn’t possibly be compared. Could it even go in?
“They say they cry from how good it is.”
Yohan emphasized. The corner of his mouth tilted up in a way that said he didn’t believe it even as he was saying it.
“Is that even possible?”
Hae-jun leaned forward, curious, and asked. Yohan slammed his spoon down on the table with a clatter.
“But fuck, why do I have to talk about this while eating?”
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