HDCLSSRS Ch 105(Mild NSFW)

Chapter 105 So It Turned Out That Way (4)(Mild NSFW)

“Gweeeeh! Cough, cough!”

“What now?! Oh dear, oh dear! Here, have some candy!”

After that little commotion, Seong Muyeon plopped himself down in a quiet corner where Wang Hojun led him.

“You’ve spent plenty of time living with Senior Baek—how can you still be like this? You know what he’s like. The one who cares loses.”

Baek Ryeoil? There was probably no one in the world who knew him better than Seong Muyeon. Which only made it more infuriating. There was a vast gap between knowing and actually experiencing.

The most maddening part was that at times like this, Baek Ryeoil never told him the reason. Like some protagonist who had to carry all the weight of the world, he’d brood endlessly, keeping people so on edge they couldn’t sleep—but then, when his mood turned, he’d come back as if nothing had happened. For the one on the receiving end, it was pure torture.

If only he would speak plainly!

Seong Muyeon kept swigging straight from the bottle until the self-inflicted punishment finally calmed him down.

“Look over there! They’re launching the lanterns.”

As he said, a few lanterns were already floating up into the black sky; more and more joined them, until before long, the golden lights would fill the heavens.

“Pretty, isn’t it? It’s the grand finale of tonight’s event. They release them as a wish for great fortune in the new year. You should send one up too, Young Master.”

Wang Hojun’s effort to change the subject was almost pitiable. Muyeon didn’t believe in such folk traditions, but seeing his empty hands, Wang had fetched him a lantern, and out of respect for the gesture, he went through the motions—pretending to make a wish—and released it. The procession of lanterns adorning the sky was truly a fine sight.

As he gazed blankly upward, Muyeon happened to notice a lone lantern rising late from afar—the same direction where Baek Ryeoil had been sitting earlier. Someone had, in fact, left a lantern there.

Could it be Baek Ryeoil?

But he quickly shook his head.

No… unlikely.

The sky was now filled completely with drifting yellow light.

Baek Ryeoil only rose to his feet after the lanterns had disappeared from sight.

He must be asleep by now.

He was still attuned to Seong Muyeon’s every move—when he went to bed, how much he ate. Even without directly meeting him, he knew it all.

Lately, Muyeon tended to pass out soon after nightfall, but since there was an event tonight, he had stayed up later. Baek surmised that, unable to fight his fatigue, he must have returned to Chwijungjae early.

Thinking this, Baek headed down to the plaza—and froze at the unexpected sight.

“Senior Baek! Perfect timing—please take Young Lord Seong with you.”

Seong Muyeon, dead drunk and barely able to walk, was slumped on Wang Hojun’s back, legs wobbling. Without ceremony, Wang shoved him into Baek Ryeoil’s care. The smell of alcohol wafted heavily from his every breath.

“Who gave him alcohol?”

“I swear it wasn’t me! Nobody told him to drink—he just started chugging from the bottle and… well, here we are. Who knew he’d be this much of a lightweight, even with weak liquor? Anyway—Happy New Year to you.”

And Wang left.

“…”

By now the plaza had emptied out, leaving only the two of them—Baek Ryeoil and the drunken, limp Seong Muyeon.

Baek gathered the sodden-weight of him into his arms and made his way toward Chwijungjae. The faint scent of liquor mingled with Muyeon’s own unique body scent. Even the quiet, chill night path set Baek’s heart racing.

He wished the walk would never end—out here in the dark, unseen by anyone, he could momentarily cast off his tangled confusion.

Once inside the unlit Chwijungjae, the darkness deepened, and the enclosing walls and ceiling seemed to strip away another layer of the deception he hid behind.

He laid Seong Muyeon on the bed and sat quietly by his side. More than once, when he couldn’t hold back, he had stolen in like this to watch Muyeon’s sleeping face until morning.

He reached up to sweep aside the swept-down fringe, and Muyeon’s brows knitted faintly, as though uncomfortable. Baek smoothed the creases with his fingers, smiling unconsciously.

If only the sun would never rise.

He dreaded taking step after step into tomorrow, toward problems with no known solution.

If time would just stop, Muyeon would no longer suffer. He would belong to no one else. It was a sweetly poisonous fantasy that gripped Baek’s heart.

At that moment, Muyeon’s eyes suddenly snapped open.

His gaze rolled toward the hand lingering near his head.

“Oh—then… rest.”

Flustered, Baek pulled his hand back and started to rise—only for the world to tilt, and suddenly he found himself lying on the bed, with Muyeon’s hand pressed to his chest.

“S–Seong Muyeon?”

He worried for a moment that his secret watching had been exposed, but Muyeon’s expression was still dazed with drink. Yet under the hand on his chest, Baek’s heartbeat began to pound wildly. He tried to discreetly sit up.

“What are you doing? Move—”

“Stay still for a moment.”

Without warning, Muyeon pressed his lips to Baek Ryeoil’s nape. The unexpected action froze him in place.

“Hhht…”

He wanted to push him away, but the mixture of wine and Muyeon’s scent clouded his mind. Before long, he was loosening his own belt and baring the skin beneath his collar.

But he was no hormone-addled teenager—he clung to self-control, enduring the tickling of warm breath on his neck as he carefully eased Muyeon’s shoulder back.

“Why? You don’t want to?”

Surprisingly, Muyeon’s voice was steady—his words clear, his tone unaltered. But his expression hinted at displeasure at the rejection.

Baek cursed inwardly.

As if I wouldn’t want to!

Since recognizing his own feelings, this was their first intimate contact. The raw bloom of first love was now steeped with constant desire, his center stiff and straining for some time now. It was maddening.

“You… you’re drunk…”

He bit his tongue just to speak the words he didn’t mean. Muyeon tilted his head.

“Me? Do I look drunk to you?”

Indeed, he seemed barely intoxicated—only a slight slackness in his facial muscles and the faint smell of liquor. He looked nothing like the man who couldn’t even stand moments ago.

Muyeon smiled faintly.

“You say that, but you don’t seem to mind.”

His eyes had dropped lower—to Baek’s clearly erect shaft. Then his lips brushed Baek’s collarbone as he subtly pressed on it, granting deliberate friction through the cloth. Baek’s eyes squeezed shut, breath catching.

“Instead of resisting, be cooperative. My body’s so hot I can’t stand it.”

“…Huh?”

Something in those words jarred him into partial clarity.

“What did you just say?”

“What do you think I said?”

With lips still on his skin, Muyeon looked up at him with a seductive gleam, grinding his hips openly. Then he straightened, took Baek’s hand, and guided it between his thighs—right onto the straining hardness there.

“Haa… Touch me. Quickly.”

“…”

Confusion swelled in his head. Yes—he must be drunk. Sober, Muyeon would never push himself forward like this, begging to be touched.

Even now, he could still surprise him.

But despite his mind’s turmoil, the feel in his palm was familiar and dangerously enticing.

“Haaa… harder…”

…Truly…

Feeling the heat radiating from Muyeon’s arousal sent a furious blush racing up Baek’s face; the fine hairs along his arms rose, a shiver coursing through him.

At last, he rose to brace on an elbow, gripping not only Muyeon’s length but his own, stroking them together in unison.

“Ungh… ahh…”

Muyeon’s body was searing—the wine, the lust, just as he’d said.

“You like it?”

Baek’s breath was ragged. Even when Muyeon did nothing, he was a constant provocation—but when he came at him so directly, there was no resisting. Instinct would win.

“Yes…”

Baek swallowed the words spilling from those restless lips. Between them, hotter than any potent drink, Muyeon’s kiss melted away his control. For all the liquor he’d drunk in his life without faltering, against Seong Muyeon, Baek Ryeoil found himself intoxicated with absurd ease.