That Face Is the Problem - Chapter 77.1
The next day, just as he had promised, Da-sol confidently barged into Jae-gyeong’s house.
“Why is your complexion worse than mine when I was the one discharged from the hospital yesterday? Are you sick somewhere?”
“No… I just tossed and turned and ruined my sleep a bit…”
“Because of me?”
“Uh… yes… pretty much…”
“I understand,” Da-sol nodded. “I’m not completely certain yet either. Because I’ve never once liked a person, let alone a man. I might just be mistaken about something.”
Saying so, Da-sol naturally sat down on Jae-gyeong’s sofa as if it were his own house. He tapped the space right next to him.
“Sit down.”
“Yes…”
Jae-gyeong obediently sat down next to Da-sol. Da-sol thoroughly scanned Jae-gyeong with the eyes of a scientist observing a test subject, then held out his hand.
“Give me your hand. The reason I first began to suspect that I liked you was actually because of the heal.”
“The heal…?”
“Yes. While healing you, I also got hard.”
“Ah… cough cough, wheeze! Yes?! Wh-What… what did you just say…?”
“I hate repeating myself,” Da-sol refused cutely and firmly, joining hands with Jae-gyeong. Soon, a pink light cascaded out from Da-sol’s palm. Magical energy began to enter Jae-gyeong’s body.
“Ah…! Hng… ngh…”
Jae-gyeong bit his lip and lowered his head. His legs crossed, and his toes curled inward.
Staring intently at Jae-gyeong like that, Da-sol continuously utilized his heal skill. Before long, the tips of Jae-gyeong’s ears turned red, and his breathing grew rough. The front crotch of his pants also bulged noticeably.
“Haa… Mr. Da-sol, please stop… ngh…”
“Haa…”
Letting out a sigh, Da-sol stopped the heal and pulled his hand away. He then massaged his own left thigh.
“Do you see this? That I also got hard?”
“…Pardon?”
Jae-gyeong discovered that something distinct and long was protruding over Da-sol’s pants. However, strangely, it was pressed against the inside of his thigh.
“Why is it inside your thigh… uh…?”
Jae-gyeong’s brain halted for a moment, then began to spin rapidly.
“D-Does it… go all the way down to here?!”
Without realizing it, Jae-gyeong asked while pressing down on a spot roughly one-third of the way down Da-sol’s thigh. It was practically at the level of a shout. Da-sol scowled.
“Yes. It goes all the way down to here. Why.”
“H-How can a Korean body… how… this… you’re saying this is that…?”
“I don’t like it either, so can we stop talking about it?”
However, with his mouth hanging wide open, Jae-gyeong continuously stared only at Da-sol’s thigh. ‘If his height were only as tall as his length, he could even be a model.’ Making such a wild, absurd thought, Jae-gyeong endlessly stared at the outline of the penis rising tautly over the pants.
“Pervert eyes, fuck…”
“Ah, s-sorry…”
“…No. Forget it, do it, pervert eyes. Because I think my own eyes look exactly the same right now anyway.”
At those words, a startled Jae-gyeong looked into Da-sol’s eyes. Inside those beautiful pupils, which were glowing a deeper shade of pink from having just used his skill, sexual arousal was lurking alongside a hint of shame. Looking at him now, his face was flushed, and a drop of blood was pooling on his lips, which he was chewing on testily as if displeased.
“Don’t bite them…!”
Jae-gyeong quickly pressed his thumb against Da-sol’s lips. In that position, the two of them stared at each other. Da-sol slowly opened his mouth, then firmly bit down on his lower lip with his front teeth once more. To be exact, he bit the flesh of Jae-gyeong’s finger, which was blocking his lower lip.
It didn’t hurt. On the contrary, a strange sexual sensation welled up, and starting from the bitten thumb all the way down to his right shoulder, a flurry of goosebumps broke out.
“My eyes look fucking disgusting right now too, right?” Da-sol asked after lightly biting Jae-gyeong’s thumb.
Shaking like an electrocuted person, Jae-gyeong pulled his hand away and shook his head.
“N-No. You look incredibly… beautiful…”
“Don’t say embarrassing things. Be honest.”
“It’s the truth… I always thought your eyes were so pretty, Mr. Da-sol… I was just saying they’re pretty…”
“Seo Da-in’s eyes aren’t pink.”
“I know… I said your eyes are pretty, Mr. Da-sol…”
That response seemed to satisfy Da-sol. He stared at Jae-gyeong’s gray eyes, down-turned eye corners, long eyelashes, fair face, and slender jawline as if licking them with his gaze before asking.
“Do you really not see me as Seo Da-in anymore?”
“…Yes.”
“How are you going to prove it?”
Jae-gyeong pondered for a moment before replying.
“Even if you really get plastic surgery and become a completely different face… or even if your bone structure changes because your nose and cheekbones are broken… I think I’ll keep… liking you, Mr. Da-sol. No, I’m certain that I’ll like you…”
That was a hundred-point answer. At least it was to Da-sol. He chuckled and unconsciously scratched the area near his chest.
“Out of the 47 categories of human beings I loathe the absolute most, two of them were the bastard who gets an erection while receiving a heal, and the crazy, unhinged lunatic healer bastard who gets an erection while healing… and to think you and I have ended up inside those categories.
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