Kiss the Ground

As the officer helped Ilya, who had tripped and fallen by accident, he couldn’t hide his subtle expression. However, seeing the two people pacing with regretful faces, he ultimately didn’t raise any other questions until the end.The incident that happened in half a day was resolved in even less time. With the accomplice’s confession, which was as good as decisive evidence, it wasn’t difficult to implicate Ilya Park. The crimes exposed in his statement matched exactly with the circumstances of all the incidents that had occurred around Chahyun.Once they got him to be investigated, everything else proceeded quickly.The police said they would confront Ilya with his accomplice for interrogation. The long history of stalking over several months seemed to be a disgraceful record even for Chahyun’s detective. His determination not to miss the opportunity he had barely grasped was as fierce as that of Yoon Chahyun and Misha, who were directly involved.Once they handed the culprit over to the angry authorities, there was nothing more for the two of them to do. It was a neat and perfect conclusion.The incident Yoon Chahyun experienced spread rapidly throughout the soccer world from the next day. The ace forward of Winchester United was being tormented by a stalking criminal. The sudden news of an injury amidst the tense atmosphere before the final quickly evolved into sympathy, adding to Yoon Chahyun’s performance, which had shone in the semi-finals. The atmosphere had changed 180 degrees from when doping suspicions had been stirring.To think the situation could flip like turning a palm. Even though he knew that was the nature of this field, he couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter.“Yuan!”As soon as Jude saw Chahyun at the club center two days later, he practically ran to him and hugged him tightly.“Oh dear.”It was already the tenth hug. Thinking that, Chahyun embraced his friend’s back, caught in arms a head shorter than him. A worried voice poured into his ear.“How could you not tell me? There was no need to hide even that!”“You’ve already heard, too?”“Of course, everyone’s talking about you everywhere! I don’t know how you endured it alone. Such a soft-hearted guy.”With his face buried in Jude’s shoulder, Chahyun gave a bitter smile. If he had really been alone, would he have been able to endure it, as Jude said? Could he have uncovered the unknown malice and put an end to the long deception? Thinking quietly, Chahyun murmured softly.“I’m okay now, Jude. My heart isn’t as weak as you think.”“…Well, seeing you score that goal last time, you’re not the same as before. Honestly, I was worried you might fall apart again.”Chahyun’s attitude was no longer unsettling, and Jude finally relaxed his expression. The smile of his kind friend made him realize that he had finally returned to true normalcy. What Chahyun had thought was normal life was actually in the middle of vile crimes.Jude’s brow soon furrowed as he made a serious face. His expression was filled with curiosity and anger.“So why did that guy do it? Was he planning to make money by selling your photos? Or was he just a perverted guy who liked you?”This was something everyone would be curious about. Chahyun paused for a moment before slowly answering.“He said it was fun.”“What?”“Just, he enjoyed me getting caught up.”Seeing Jude’s eyes open wide in disbelief, Chahyun closed his mouth. It was a natural reaction. When Chahyun first heard the abnormal motivation, his reaction wasn’t much different from Jude’s.He had received the report from the detective in charge just last night.Unlike the way he screamed until the end in response to Chahyun’s questions, Ilya reportedly answered the questions fluently as soon as the interrogation began, as if a string had snapped. Perhaps he thought there was no point in resisting once it reached the point of a confrontation. Considering his initially rational and logical impression, it made a strange kind of sense.However, the motive written in the statement he received was incomprehensible.“I like seeing people like Yoon Chahyun fall to the bottom.I enjoy watching arrogant people being ruined by trivial articles. How easily people crumble with just a few words.The higher they are, the more so. They become strangely naive.Even if they seem to endure a little, it’s only a matter of time if you persist. There are people who can never set foot in the majors for their whole life because of a single rumor.Especially if they’re a good person who trusts others with just a handkerchief.”“So I really liked Yoon Chahyun.”Reading the short document, Chahyun couldn’t say anything for a while.To think everything was merely out of curiosity. That influencing Yoon Chahyun and watching him suffer and collapse was merely enjoyable.It was a principle of action completely unknown to him. Money, fame, or popularity gained by selling a player’s private life… none of those were his purpose. If it had been for such worldly reasons, it might have been better. It would have been easier to understand than the damp, dark curiosity like a black well.He vaguely knew that there were people who found joy in tormenting others. But he never thought he would become the target. When all the truth was revealed, what wrapped around Chahyun’s heart was not a newfound sense of betrayal or shock, but a hatred for the unknown.“You’re welcome to visit him in person. If you have any thoughts…”“…No. I’m not curious anymore.”He quietly declined the police’s cautious suggestion for that reason. There was no need to know more, and he didn’t want to. Whatever his abnormal desires were, they were no longer relevant. He had no energy left to waste on an incomprehensible criminal.Yoon Chahyun’s paparazzi. What was attached to the person who once tormented Chahyun was just that level of a title.“It’s all over now, Jude.”Chahyun patted Jude’s shoulder, whose face was even more dumbfounded than his own. With the troublesome worries gone, the only thing to focus on now was the goal ahead. And the one person beside him.―Yoon Chahyun! Are you okay?A booming vibration echoed from beyond the receiver. It was because Cheon Seong-joo shouted loudly with an unknown force of anger or surprise. He was so excited that it was hard to understand what he was saying. Chahyun, who had half-removed the phone from his ear, whispered cautiously after a while.“Ah… Hyung, my eardrum will burst. I’m okay now.”“I just arrived! I’m at the airport now, so I’ll see the police and then come straight to you. Don’t go anywhere and wait at the center!”“Where would I go? I’ll wait right here.”“You little punk…!”Seongjoo had hurried back to Korea to handle Chahyun’s rumors, processing the news of their semi-final win and advancement to the finals, and stayed in Korea for a short while. Upon hearing that the real culprit who harassed Chahyun had been caught, he dropped everything and immediately flew to London.Illya was the perpetrator the agency had been desperately searching for. At the same time, it was a golden opportunity for those who were determined to root out the scandals, rumors, various stalking, and unauthorized photographs surrounding Chahyun. Given that the incident happened in the early hours of Korean time and they flew for 15 hours right away, it was clear. They intended to completely destroy Illya, both legally and socially.After a long outpour of anger, a worried voice came through the phone.―Who would have thought that jerk would be that jerk? I heard it from you several times, but I didn’t know. What a crazy lunatic. Damn it…According to the surprising story Seongjoo shared, Illya Park was actually a somewhat well-known figure. He had been active in Korea a few years ago, harassing people with various entertainment and sports industry gossip. Unlike a typical tabloid journalist, he had caused several significant incidents, ruining the reputations and names of several athletes, eventually being almost expelled from Korea as a despicable scoundrel.The fact that such a person had been sticking around Chahyun in the UK under an alias seemed to have touched Seongjoo’s temper and pride entirely. The simmering anger erupted once again.―I regret not being able to confirm when you talked about a reporter or whatever. If it weren’t for work, I would have gone right there and beaten him up!“You couldn’t have known; you never saw his face.”―I shouldn’t have not known!Another shout came through. Chahyun closed his eyes and naturally pulled the phone away before quickly speaking.“It’s okay. It’s my fault for trusting too much.”―Oh… Chahyun. I’m going crazy.“Going crazy? You have to cover the finals.”Following the anger was a long period of self-reproach and worry. Since the player side directly resolved what the agency couldn’t find no matter how much they investigated, the picture didn’t look right. However, hearing the worried voice of his closest associate gave Chahyun a sense of relief.As soon as the brief conversation eased, the topic shifted toward current status and follow-up actions. After a long talk, Seongjoo spoke in a relieved voice.―So you’re finally going back to your house. With the dog.It was a thought he hadn’t considered even once until this moment.Standing blankly with the receiver in hand, Chahyun was at a loss for words.―He really helped you a lot this time. He even lent you his house until it was resolved. You avoided a lot of trouble thanks to Misha. You owe him a lot.“Oh… right. That’s true.”A belated answer came out. Perhaps thinking the awkward pause was due to fatigue, Seongjoo added gentle reassurance.―And you did well too, Chahyun. Being a houseguest isn’t easy, is it?“…No, it’s not.”―Anyway, convey my thanks to Misha. He seems like a decent guy.After his last words echoed, the call ended shortly thereafter. Chahyun stood still, clutching the phone that signaled the end of the call. Although he vaguely remembered mumbling suitable responses to Seongjoo’s concerns, strangely, he had no recollection of it. Instead, what sprouted in Chahyun’s heart was a bitter realization like tea leaves left in a teacup.I see. I have no reason now.Suddenly, a prickly feeling filled his chest. Chahyun placed a hand on his heart. After standing there for a while, he slowly put the phone back in his locker and left the dressing room for the harsh evening training.***Right after the unauthorized photography incident was resolved, the first thing Yoon Chahyun and Misha did was visit Chahyun’s house, which they had left empty for some time. They had hastily gathered their belongings and fled like they were escaping, and almost everything they had brought was related to Hong-sam, so they often missed their possessions left behind. Even for the perfume he used for events, he had to borrow Misha’s, which says it all. And every time Misha caught a whiff of his scent on Chahyun, his eyes would roll. After his carefully put-together suit was taken off three times in a row, he realized this couldn’t go on.However, when they thought they could finally drop by the house, what came to mind was a dreadful question about what state his home might be in now. Since he hadn’t set foot there since the quarter-finals, it wouldn’t be a cozy atmosphere. No matter how nice a house is, it only looks good when someone lives in it.The car they were in passed familiar roads and entered a familiar neighborhood. It was Chahyun’s residence, which felt somewhat awkward despite being away for only a few months. Seeing his house approaching from the car window, Chahyun clicked his tongue. As he feared, it was exactly what he thought.“Look at the weeds in the garden… It’s a mess.”The long grass at the edges was growing everywhere, and the lawn that covered the ground was patchy. After getting out of the car, Chahyun pulled out a few long weeds by hand. However, a slight effort like that was useless for a garden vast enough for a dog to run around in.“I worked so hard to maintain this… Maybe it was because it rained a lot? I’ll have to redo everything from scratch.”As Chahyun sighed, Misha, who was following him, muttered quietly.“Our garden at home is prettier.”“Huh?”“We have conifers and stepping stones at our house.”At Misha’s unexpected boasting, Chahyun quickly turned to look at him. Misha then quickly turned his head away. Even from behind, his lower lip could be seen sticking out slightly.It’s certain. He’s definitely upset.Since this morning, Misha had been like this. Ever since Chahyun mentioned needing to visit his house, and even during training at the center, he had been obviously sulking. Anyone could tell he was clearly upset.Seeing Misha, who usually had no noticeable emotional changes, noticeably sulking was a refreshing sight. He tried to cheer him up by giving kisses and hugs when no one was around, but Misha’s pouting lips showed no sign of retreating. It was a stark contrast to the impressive demeanor he had shown just a few days ago when handling Chahyun’s incident.However, the sight of him doing leg presses with a grumpy face, like a child whose candy has been taken away or a puppy scolded by its owner, was somewhat cute. Even though the other teammates were starting to avoid him.“Let’s just take what we need and go home.”The back of his figure, striding ahead toward the doorway, was cold. Watching the chill emanating from his back, Chahyun opened the front door. Familiar interiors were revealed through the crack in the door.“What is this?”Only then did Chahyun realize why people drape cloth over their furniture when they leave home for a long time. Despite carefully closing the windows and locking the doors, dust from unknown sources had piled up sparsely on everything. While wiping the dust on the console in the living room, Chahyun muttered to himself.“How did the house get like this after being vacant for a few months? Even if no one lived here… Is this normal?”“Our house isn’t like this.”What…? As Chahyun turned his head, Misha continued with a sullen expression.“All our furniture is made of solid oak.”It was absurd. The affection for a house he had randomly bought based on the club official’s recommendation when he moved to England was puzzling. However, the way he boasted about the few pieces of furniture was somewhat cute, so Chahyun didn’t say anything.“Then I’ll go pack what I need. Will you wait in the living room?”“…Sure.”“There’s not much, but feel free to look around. I’ll be back soon.”Misha, glancing around the house, was now looking intently at a photo frame placed on the console. It was a photo of Yoon Chahyun’s family, taken during his last visit to Korea. Confirming that he was engrossed in the picture, Chahyun turned his back and entered the kitchen.Even though there was almost no change since he left, the vacant atmosphere pervaded the kitchen as well. The impact of whether people lived in a house or not was striking. With this newfound realization, Chahyun raised his arm to open the cupboard drawer.‘There it is.’Inside was a pair of chopsticks. He couldn’t describe how much he struggled without them. Despite trying to maintain a healthy diet, there were times when he just wanted to cook instant noodles. The urge didn’t disappear just because he stayed at his foreign boyfriend’s house. He remembered Misha approaching him while he cooked noodles at night and trying to twirl the noodles around with a fork, making him smile quietly.Having gathered the utensils, Chahyun moved to his room. As expected, there were indeed numerous things to pack. Collecting his books, electronics, and various cherished belongings, Chahyun dusted them off one by one. The feeling of being fondly attached to them after being apart for a few months was amusing.The last room he entered was the storage room. He intended to grab a suit bag. As he approached the shelf, a precious item caught Chahyun’s eye. Blinking momentarily, he reached out and picked it up.A Champions League match ball adorned with a magnificent star pattern.It was an honorable trophy awarded only to players who scored a hat trick in a match, marking three goals.“…….”As the heavy ball rested on his palm, his heart raced. The sudden rush of emotions filled his throat, bringing a newfound sense of appreciation.He had truly come this far.During the Round of 16, everything felt unstable. His soccer didn’t go as he wished, and his abilities seemed uncertain, yet the expectations around him soared to astronomical heights. In the midst of mounting pressure, he got entangled in a bizarre terror incident. Memories of those chaotic moments, where he was mentally overwhelmed, now seemed somewhat nostalgic.And at the beginning and end of all those events, Misha was there.His heart swelled like molten metal. Chahyun clenched the ball tightly in both hands. The resilience that didn’t break or shatter no matter how hard he squeezed was something Misha had taught him. Initially, Misha’s arrival had seemed to ruin his life, but now it had forged him into a stronger and more resolute person.Yet simultaneously, it had made him incredibly vulnerable. He couldn’t imagine a life without Misha anymore.Chahyun placed the match ball back on the shelf. Even in the dim light of the storage room, it shimmered, boasting its glorious form. The fluttering sensation, like a butterfly’s wing beat, returned to his heart.“After the finals….”His secret musings slipped out of his lips. Deep in thought, he didn’t notice Misha approaching the doorway.“Yuan.”“Ah!”Chahyun flinched, roughly backing into the storage room wall. Misha, standing behind, blinked his pretty eyes as if surprised by the sight. With a pounding heart, Chahyun stood shakily on both feet. It felt as if his secret resolution had been discovered. Feeling inexplicably rushed, he quickly grabbed the bag lying under the shelf.“It took a while, right? Now I just need to take this and then…”As he bent over, a large body approached closely, enveloping him. Startled by the sudden embrace, Chahyun turned his head, but Misha was already nestling his chin onto Chahyun’s shoulder. Their backs and chests pressed together instantly.Then, a fervent plea resonated in the quiet storeroom.“Yuan, don’t leave.”Chahyun, blankly embraced in his arms, turned his head to see him, but Misha tightened his hold around Chahyun’s waist, as if preventing him from seeing his face.“Even after the finals… stay at my house.”“Misha.”Could he have overheard the muttered soliloquy? The end of his smooth, elegant voice vibrated ever so slightly, a tremor only Chahyun could discern, feeling the warmth of Misha’s body against his ear.“No matter how I look at it, our garden is prettier. The furniture is better. The ceiling is higher, the living room is more spacious, and there are so many rooms.”“You…”“Hongsam said he likes it too.”His heart tightened at the soft-spoken words. An affectionate plea followed.“Even if there’s no reason, Yuan… can’t you just live with me like this?”It was a request Chahyun had heard once before. When Misha confessed his love to Chahyun in the medical room after a game, he made such a heartfelt and desperate request. To be loved without a reason, to be by his side. It was a sincere request, so much so that it could be called childish, and it was affectionate enough to be described as desperate. Only then did Chahyun understand why Misha had been acting strangely upset since morning.He really didn’t like this house. The fact that Chahyun always had a place to return to seemed to feel like a threat to Misha. It was as if the implicit assumption that their short cohabitation could end and Chahyun could leave at any time had been materialized.“You’ve been upset about that all day, worrying that I might go back to my house?”“Yes… I’m upset.”The breath touching the back of his neck felt pitiful. Misha was really worried about Chahyun suddenly leaving him. Chahyun placed his hand on Misha’s arm, gently removed it, and turned around. Misha’s eyes were already turning red. As soon as their eyes met, they quickly filled with transparent liquid.“Where would I go?”Chahyun placed his hand on Misha’s cheek and whispered quietly.“When you cry so much like this.”Ah, cute, kind, cool… my too innocent lover.Chahyun stood on his tiptoes and kissed Misha’s cheek. After receiving a few small kisses, Misha finally couldn’t stand it anymore and wrapped his arms around Chahyun’s waist. His move to find Chahyun’s lips pushed his neck back. The searing hot tongue swept through his mouth and pressed against his flesh. Receiving a kiss that felt like it would melt him, Chahyun closed his eyes.***The time span of two weeks really flew by like an arrow shot from a bow.With the Champions League final, a festival for people around the world, on the horizon, Winchester United F.C. was undeniably at the center of attention. It was literally an unexpected turn of events. The final matchup, which exceeded the public’s expectations and expert analyses, was enough to capture the world’s attention.Right now, everyone who loves football is focused on Winchester’s every move. Football media were busy predicting Winchester’s squad, which wasn’t even finalized. Just the fact that a certain player showed up on the ground or participated in team games was enough to attach significance and make headlines with photos.The topic of conversation continued daily. Who would appear in the finals and who would not? What would be the strategy? What would be the tactics of Coach Vladimir…? Suddenly emerging as the protagonist of the season, Winchester carried around certain and uncertain rumors in droves.Naturally, the players had to deal with numerous schedules outside of matches. Interviews, photo shoots, Q&A sessions, documentaries. The line of coverage was endless, and there was no shortage of shows to film. It could be considered the duty of a club that made it to the finals, but the schedule, filled from morning to night, seemed more fitting to call it a retribution. The schedules squeezed into the gaps of their already tight training intensified the tension among the already tired players.Winchester’s final match was said to be held in Berlin, Germany. As they felt the illusion they never believed would come true approaching reality, everyone at Winchester United was immersed in endless training.The thing that increased proportionally with the approach of the final day was none other than sex. Recently, Yoon Chahyun was spending eight out of seven days a week rolling around in bed with Misha. It was an expression like a 24-hour convenience store, but in terms of diligently doing it day and night, there was no difference.Come to think of it, there was no reason not to do it. Doing it made his body feel lighter, his condition better, and his form improved. At this moment when the finals were rapidly approaching, they had to do anything for a good match. Whether it was training, sex, day, or night, whenever there was a chance.But actually, the thing about the jinx was an excuse, and there was no other reason than that it felt good to be with each other.“Yuan, do you like being stroked?”“Hmm…”“Or being pressed with fingers.”“Ah, it hurts… but it feels good.”I’ll adjust the pressure. Whispering softly, Misha slowly swept up Chahyun’s leg. Rounding his thumb and forefinger around the inside of his knee, then sliding down his calf to relax his Achilles tendon with a touch that was truly professional. Football or cooking, sure, but to be good at massage as well seemed a bit too much.“…Oh my.”Chahyun pressed his head against the pillow and tilted it back. The muscles strained from running on the ground all day were rejoicing as if nothing had happened.Misha kept his promise to give massages until the final. Strictly speaking, it seemed he did it because he enjoyed it, but the skill he learned from the coach was so good that there was nothing to nitpick. When Misha’s hands touched him, all the pain disappeared as if by magic. Within moments, as his touch massaged and slowly relaxed him, warmth spread throughout his body.And today again. As the languid feeling spread, Chahyun lay his upper body languidly on Misha’s bed.“It’s too hot… I’m going to die.”“I can’t help it. There’s so much cream left.”Misha picked up the warming cream placed on the sheet and squeezed it into his hands again. Despite receiving ten boxes of Power Booster through an advertisement, it never seemed to diminish, no matter how much he used it. He skillfully rubbed the cream in his palms to raise the temperature before placing them on Chahyun’s thighs this time.As he gently pressed his fingertips in, an exhilarating feeling surged up. There was no such touch included in the cooldown routine taught by the medical coach… because he had never received a massage with such apparent intent before. As Misha watched Chahyun’s eyebrows begin to droop, he subtly licked his lips.There goes that look in his eyes again. Like a beast. Chahyun grabbed Misha’s hand, which was already fondling the hollow of his inner thigh.“Misha, hold on… a bit slower.”Misha, whose movements were halted, opened his eyes sulkily. Is this the same cutie who clung to Chahyun’s back, shedding tears, just a few days ago? When he begged not to be left, he was so pitiful, but now he was acting as if he would devour Chahyun to the bone. The feeling of having been tricked must be just in his mind…“Outside, you’re always asking me to touch you, Yuan.”This was Chahyun’s karma. He mumbled as if to make an excuse.“Ah, that’s… because it’s so fun teasing you. Sorry.”“That’s too much. I find it hard to hold back too.”Misha whispered in a sullen voice and kissed the raised right knee of Chahyun.“Eup.”Kissing the firm kneecap, Misha slowly trailed his lips down the shin. His hand moved to bend the leg up towards the stomach, lifting the ankle slowly. Misha gently took hold of it and began kissing the ankle bone and the top of the foot, hardened from rigorous training.“Wait… just wait.”Despite Chahyun’s restraint, Misha only narrowed his eyes. His soft lips slid down the bone of Chahyun’s instep, finally touching the tip of his toes.Chahyun frowned. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. Just when they started to heal, the scars would split again, and as they began to fade, they would blister. Why did Misha find those feet, covered in old scars and wounds, so appealing? To Chahyun, they were more like weapons that needed maintenance than a part of his body. However, Misha continued, as if handling the most precious treasure in the world, to kiss the hard toes before taking them into his mouth without giving Chahyun time to protest.“Ah…!”A thrilling excitement surged up his spine. It was hot and wet. A sensation similar to tickling, yet distinctly different, washed over him like a wave from below.Yoon Chahyun hadn’t known how sensitive his feet were until he met Misha. He had only kicked balls, never put them in someone’s mouth. He hadn’t even known there were people willing to do such a thing… He gave a clumsy protest against the tongue circling around his ticklish toes.“Stop… now. It’s dirty.”At that, Misha slightly withdrew his lips from Chahyun’s feet and whispered like an ancient artist.“It’s not dirty. You’re beautiful.”“Ugh…”Despite his flushed face, Chahyun couldn’t help but laugh at the sincere praise. It sounded ridiculous. But Misha’s eyes were utterly serious.“You’re truly beautiful, Yuan. Your legs are long, your muscles are delicate and dense. Your feet are straight, solid, and strong. You have great elasticity, flexibility, strength, and balance. You’re remarkable.”“Ah…”“I’ve never seen a body as perfect as yours.”Even though the compliment sounded somewhat analytical, Chahyun couldn’t help but blush. He knew that Misha’s genuine and honest admiration was his awkward way of expressing his feelings. Chahyun closed his eyes and shyly murmured.“…Thank you.”“I’ve actually masturbated thinking about your legs.”“Aagh!”Chahyun startled, jerking his leg away. Curling up like a pill bug and wrapping his arms around his shoulders, Misha’s hands slipped off Chahyun’s body. The crazy guy blinked, giving him a cute, puzzled look as if wondering why Chahyun was reacting that way. Chahyun widened his eyes and shouted angrily.“When? Where? At the stadium? In the locker room?”His trembling voice spilled out in a jumbled mess. No matter what their relationship was now, this was a confession he couldn’t overlook. Who would have guessed that someone had been looking at his legs like that in a place where everyone walked around naked? And it was a fellow teammate!Misha hesitated for a moment, then blushed pink and answered.“When I was sixteen… I saw you on TV.”“…”“AFC U-23 Championship, round of 16 match against Taiwan.”Chahyun was so shocked by the soft voice that he ended up lying down on the bed. He didn’t even have the energy to scold him. He knew he was crazy, but he didn’t know he was a crazy brat. Besides, if Misha was sixteen, he was barely an adult. He couldn’t help but be surprised. Looking at his legs in his uniform, how could that be possible…As Chahyun felt dazed, Misha leaned down and lay on top of him. Their bodies pressed together. The warm breath against Chahyun’s ear felt hot.“And that was my first time.”Geez. Chahyun was so stunned that he felt weak. He sighed and wrapped his arms around Misha’s back.“…That’s a bit late, compared to the world average.”“I didn’t even know I could do something like that.”“Yeah… I kind of thought you might be like that.”If it weren’t for Yoon Chahyun, Misha might have lived his whole life without any involvement in anything sexual, remaining pure and innocent, like something sacred. Chahyun felt an inexplicable certainty about that. He could still vividly remember the thrilling sensation he felt when they first had a relationship, as if he had sullied something precious.“So, all my firsts are with you, Yuan.”Misha’s sultry voice escaped from the lips pressed tightly against Chahyun’s earlobe. He grabbed Chahyun’s short pants with his sticky hands and slowly pulled them down. Chahyun raised his hips, matching Misha’s bold touch. It didn’t take long for the fingers circling his buttocks to press into the closed entrance.“Ah, it’s… hot.”There was too much cream. That was both good and bad. The heat that invaded his insides along with Misha’s fingers melted Chahyun’s mind while making the area feel dense. Unlike the first time, when he was afraid it might burn, this thrilling warmth was now a prelude to pleasure for both of them.The tight entrance relaxed after just a few passes. However, Misha continued to rub the inside with his fingers as if he didn’t notice. As his long ring and middle fingers stroked and pulled at the inner walls, Chahyun felt so good it almost hurt his chest.Since the painful penetration the day before the second leg of the semifinals, Misha had taken a long time and great care in preparing Chahyun’s body. There were times when Chahyun wondered if that experience had scarred Misha, but ultimately, it was Yoon Chahyun who found himself enduring until he was completely loosened.It wasn’t until Chahyun’s body was completely soaked with a different kind of heat that Misha finally removed his fingers. Holding the hem of his pants limply, Misha at last positioned himself at Chahyun’s entrance. As Misha looked down at his erect member, he took a deep breath and then whispered softly while caressing Chahyun’s waist.“Yuan, you’ve been mine ever since we first met.”“…”“Hurry, tell me you’re mine.”The sweet voice was different from the raw possessiveness he’d initially shown. Misha’s love had matured, deepened, and become hotter and heavier through all they’d been through. Yet this sweet bondage was more binding to Chahyun than any previous declarations of possession.“Yeah. Do whatever you want.”As Chahyun smiled faintly, Misha tightened his grip on his waist and pressed his penis into the opening. In an instant, Chahyun’s smile scattered and his brow furrowed. He tensed as he accepted the large object into his body. It was startlingly real, the way Misha’s enormous member slipped into the space between his legs.“Ugh, ah…”As Misha filled him completely, their bodies naturally came together. Large, thick arms slipped under Chahyun’s lower back, pulling him tightly against Misha. Wet skin and fabric pressed together without a gap.“Ah, ah… ah.”