That Face Is the Problem - Chapter 63.1
“Are you fucking out of your mind?”
Da-sol, who had run all the way up the stairs gasping for breath and entering his house, spat out curse words the moment he closed the front door. He had been so flustered that he didn’t even think to take the elevator. As soon as he felt his lower area harden, he jumped up and ran away.
It wasn’t that he felt it while giving the heal. If that were the case, he would have been arrested for sexual harassment long ago. The reason Da-sol became aroused was because of Jae-gyeong’s expression and groan. And that was something that had never happened even once in Da-sol’s life.
Not a woman, but a man, a male bastard holding back a groan while furrowing his brows, and getting turned on by looking at that?
It was clear that if something went wrong, it went majorly wrong.
“Sc, scissors…, scissors!”
Da-sol hurriedly went to the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. Then, he abruptly yanked down his pants and underwear. Thud, a massive cock that didn’t fit his frame bounced up and slapped against his shirt.
“Should I just cut it off right now?”
No. Cutting it would take a long time, and he felt like he would regret it halfway through, so should he just stab it with a knife instead? Da-sol shuddered as he looked down at his own completely erect genitals as if looking at a grotesque alien life form.
“Are you crazy, have you lost your mind!!”
Da-sol shouted at his own genitals.
However, it didn’t take long for him to regain his sanity. He set the scissors down with a trembling hand and calmly pulled up his pants and underwear. Then, stumbling, he lay down right there on the kitchen floor. The smooth texture of the cold flooring cooled his cheek.
“I… I got an erection for a male bastard… for Jeong Jae-gyeong, ugh… uuugh…!”
As he brooded over it, a sudden wave of nausea surged up, and Da-sol quickly got up and headed to the bathroom.
As soon as he took his place in front of the toilet, everything he had eaten truly came back up. After vomiting for a long while, he flushed the toilet. All the energy was drained from his body. In addition to the mental shock, physical fatigue washed over him.
After feebly finishing brushing his teeth, he took off his clothes just as they were, got into bed stark naked, and lay down.
‘If I sleep and wake up, it’ll be fine. This must be a dream. It makes no sense. Yeah, let’s sleep. Let’s sleep, Seo Da-sol. Sleep is the best medicine.’
And about two hours later. Da-sol learned the fact that while sleep might be helpful, it was not a panacea.
“Fuck…”
Rather, even in his dream, Jae-gyeong appeared while receiving a heal and suppressing his pleasure, only making things more chaotic. Da-sol quietly tossed back the blanket. As if taking it a step further, his grotesque dickhead had left a nocturnal emission, the kind he used to have during puberty.
“Let’s cut it off.”
It was just when Da-sol made a resolute decision. His cell phone rang. He was busy because he had to perform a castration, but since it could possibly be an emergency gate occurrence, Da-sol, being a professional hunter, checked his phone first.
However, the person calling him was ‘Guardian Hunter Yoon Yi-hyeon’. Da-sol contemplated chewing out the call just like that, but feeling frustrated after looking at his soaked underwear, he pressed the ‘call’ button. If this dickhead responded to another man as well, he was genuinely planning to castrate himself.
“Hello.”
Da-sol answered the phone with a voice that blew a colder wind than usual.
– Ah, Da-sol-hyung! It’s Yi-hyeon. I was calling to ask if we could do mock training together tomorrow as well.
“Do that kind of crap on Hun-Tok.”
-Come on, it’s nice to hear your voice when calling like this. Anyway, how about it, hyung?
“I don’t want to.”
-Then…
Da-sol hung up the phone before Yi-hyeon could even finish his next words. The sexual excitement that had been smoldering unpleasantly and itchily until just a moment ago vanished without a trace during the call.
Fortunately, it wasn’t that something had truly gone wrong where he began to feel attracted to all men. However, to put it the other way around, it unfortunately meant that he could feel arousal toward Jae-gyeong.
Toward Jeong Jae-gyeong? Toward that clumsy, dimwitted, crybaby male bastard? Someone who is frustrating, timid, and too nice to even speak his mind properly… Then Da-sol’s thoughts stopped.
‘Still, he does cook well. Being nice isn’t a flaw either. It’s the bastards who exploit good people who need to be beaten to death. Tears… Well, he can have a lot of them. Does everyone have to be like a tin robot? Expecting everyone to act their age just because they get older could be a prejudice too.’
Da-sol defended Jae-gyeong without realizing it and let out a sigh. For now, thinking about Jae-gyeong with whatever intention seemed like a net negative instead, and he had to do something about his underwear and dick first. He awkwardly shuffled out of bed.
***
While Da-sol was washing his underwear by hand, drenched in self-loathing, Jae-gyeong was lying limply in bed. He firmly believed that Da-sol leaving right in the middle of healing was definitely because he was angry at him.
His lower area, which had become erect while receiving the heal, had died down long ago, and he had already shed a bucketful of tears of regret and remorse. Right now, Jae-gyeong was in the middle of lying sideways, resigned.
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