Mesugaki and Booze (Branch Point Occurs!)
‘Lighter than I thought...’
I'd offered to give him a piggyback ride, and yeah, he was light—but way too light. With his small stature and negligible weight, it felt just like carrying one of those baby dolls little boys used to play with back in the day.
"Mmm... chicken... pizza... money... coins.... Don't gooo..."
"What the hell does he want so bad..."
Clinging to my back, he kept mumbling random stuff nonstop. Something about coins this, family that—from what I'd pieced together from the bits I'd overheard, it sounded like his family went bankrupt over some crypto scam or whatever. Poor guy... Probably stayed short and stunted 'cause he grew up dirt poor at such a young age. Though I'd heard poor guys tend to be more family-oriented? Interesting. Looking at the dude on my back stirred up some weird feelings. He said he'd never even been with a girl before—virgin territory? Damn, that's kinda hot.
"Nearest motel should be..."
No matter how pitiful and broke he looked, I couldn't kill the urge to crush him under my lust and cuteness overload. So, just take him to a motel like this... do my thing, then take responsibility afterward. I make good money, and I'm not bad-looking, so I'd probably make him the happiest guy alive. I was rationalizing away the creeping guilt as best I could.
Now, off to the motel...
"Mom... Dad... I... sob..."
Suddenly, Jaejun on my back started crying for his parents, tears streaming down. Just moments ago, he'd been all hyped up from the chicken and beer, saying how great he felt—and now he was bawling like a kid who'd lost his folks. Not loud and obnoxious, but soft whispers with tears soaking into my back.
Did something bad happen to his parents?
Hearing Jaejun's quiet sobs made me ashamed of how lust had been running the show until now. I'd bought the food and booze just to get a shot at him, but that dirty urge was fading fast. Like post-nut clarity hitting after jerking off.
"Mom..."
"I'm not Mom, but I can carry you nice and warm."
I rocked my body gently, like soothing a crying child, piggybacking the protective-instinct-bait that was Jaejun. Dad used to do this for me when I was little, or so he said. Never thought I'd be daddy-ing a guy someday. Maybe just take him home? Messing with him now might leave me with lifelong guilt. I'd already bought him food and drinks today, so his favorability was probably up a bit—could always try again later... yeah. Better call it quits for tonight.
"Mom... my body... money..."
"His place must be..."
I'd seen Jaejun's place earlier, so I had a rough idea where it was. Not sure if it was 'cause his villa looked rundown or 'cause the walk there stuck in my memory, but we got there quick. I slipped into the villa slowly and nudged him awake.
"Jaejun, where's your room?"
"Mmm... that way..."
Half-asleep, eyes barely open, Jaejun pointed vaguely toward his place. But there was no door there—just the bathroom. His room was the public toilet?
"Nothing's there?"
"No 102...?"
Looking away from the bathroom, I spotted 102. The door was plastered with flyers and business cards, making the number hard to see at first, but it started with 1 and ended with 2, so easy enough. Jaejun was still in that hazy, half-dream state. But... this wasn't a digital lock—it was an old-school key setup? In this day and age where everyone uses keypads, this was a rare sight. Hell, the doorknob was busted, fixed with a metal plate screwed in place, and the lock was some cheap padlock.
Any grown woman who wanted in could smash this in seconds...
That green padlock I'd seen at school as a kid? Give someone a baseball bat or a big rock, and they could bust it in five minutes flat. A single guy's place this flimsy... How broke was he? Safety aside, first things first: how to open this damn thing.
"Jaejun, where's your key?"
"Mmm... meat... ten thousand... sushi."
Already out cold—no help there. Sorry, Jaejun, but I might have to pat you down. It was just to get him inside—no choice. Better than leaving him outside. I ran my hands slowly over the younger boy's body. Starting with the pockets of those skimpy shorts that left his pale legs bare.
I slipped my hands in, feeling around every corner carefully. Both pockets: one had something hard and rod-like, the other snagged what felt like Jaejun's frog coin purse wallet.
What's this?
Hard and long, just like the dildo I used to masturbate with. The more I prodded, the harder it got, and twisting it made Jaejun twitch...
No way!
"Ahem... Oops, touched it by accident? Not on purpose..."
Mumbling that lame excuse, I didn't pull my hand out—instead, I opened the wallet with my other hand. Inside the frog coin purse: a single ten-thousand-won bill, some thousand-won notes, coins reeking of metal, and a super obvious ID card. I sifted through the coins just in case, but nada.
揉揉。
My hands were cold, maybe? They didn't wanna leave the warm pocket.
"So where'd he stash the key..."
Why was there a random rock inside the villa? Right by his door, no less? Looked suspicious as hell, so I picked it up on a hunch. Lighter than it looked for a rock...
"Bingo..."
Dunno how, but there was a tiny hole under it with the key jammed in. Hell, why was there even a rock like this in the villa...? Dumb but kinda cute security method. Anyone not dumber than a chimp would find it.
"This is a single guy's place...?"
Peeking inside, it was as rundown as it looked from outside. Rundown, but he'd cleaned hard—everything tidy... Wait, there was barely anything? Essentials were missing big time. Furniture? Just a desk, computer, streaming gear... that fridge from his stream, and a gas stove. No sofa, no TV. No bed—just a blanket on the floor. Walls and ceiling crawling with blue mold.
A guy living alone in this?
I spread out the blanket and laid Jaejun down.
"Guess it's time for sis to head out... but gotta pay up for the trouble, right?"
His sleeping lips looked so soft, I couldn't resist pressing mine to them. No tongue, just lips together—and damn, his mouth tasted insanely sweet. He said no girlfriend, so was this his first kiss? If so, I came out ahead...
"Before I go, maybe snoop around a bit?"
I wandered the place, starting with the bathroom. Toilet, cheap TP, showerhead—and cramped as hell. Next, the yellowish fridge from his stream. Looked about my age, yellowed to the point you'd believe it was always that color, and it hummed noisily. Inside? Empty void. Checked the kitchen for food—nada.
What the hell does he even eat?
The blanket I'd laid him on was already patched with rags in spots, musty smell too. I couldn't last a day here, but Jaejun had toughed it out for years? Past pity now—I wanted to help, save him.
"Whoa... Gotta send way more dones later."
Seeing Jaejun's place, she thought she should send a ton more dones.
"Chicken! Don't run away~!"
"If you catch me, chicken leg~!"
"Hehe, get caught and you die~?"
I dreamed of playing deadly tag with a flock of chickens at Pizza Land or whatever. Naturally, something that absurd wakes you right up.
"Ugh... my head hurts...!"
No clue how much I drank last night, but my head was pounding like mad. Weird—I didn't remember walking home? Clothes all disheveled, so I straightened them out. Hungover morning wood hit hard; bolted to the bathroom.
Shaaaa!
The weird tingle every time I peed lingered, but after holding it so long, the relief was pure bliss. Mid-stream, I glanced at the usual bathroom mirror. Not spotless, but it did its job, reflecting my hungover face: paler than yesterday, hair a mess.
And.
And...
"Huh...? W-what the hell...?"
Red lipstick smeared on my lips. I don't wear makeup—no lipstick even if I wanted to. So the culprit... only Jaeyeon-unnie from last night, who did wear it.
Lipstick on my lips from Jaeyeon-unnie sparked one hell of a theory. Messy clothes and hair, lipstick marks, blacked-out from booze? Situation screams it, right?
"Ah... aah...! No way, last night... no?"
Did some creep take advantage while I was out?
"I trusted you... thought you were a good person...!"
Betrayed by someone I thought was decent—my stomach started churning hard.