Taming the Obsessive Attachment

“Kwon Jae-jin, you’re really weird.”

Seo Eui-woo deflected every blade and tilted his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips. His eyes, soft like a gentle puppy’s, had gone cold.

“Even watching you like this, I have no idea what you’re thinking.”

Seo Eui-woo studied Kwon Jae-jin as if trying to gauge him. His smooth, gray eyes felt distant, almost unfathomable.

“The way you talk is a little strange too… And sometimes, the way you look at me—it’s weird.”

“What on earth are you suddenly talking about?”

“Am I just ‘Eui-woo’ to you?”

“…What?”

“You know who I am, don’t you, Jae-jin?”

Jae-jin’s hand, gripping a kitchen knife, froze in midair. An unseen force had seized his wrist, stopping him in place.

“Kwon Jae-jin… You do know me.”

Even though he didn’t want to, his fingers slowly unfurled, one by one, from his pinky upward. The beloved kitchen knife he had been clutching slipped from his grasp.

One would expect it to drop to the floor and clatter, but instead of falling, it remained suspended in midair. The knife, which had flown past the sink, landed neatly on the cutting board, as if placed there on purpose.

“The first time we met, you asked me if I’d always been this young. Then later, you asked if I remembered you. And before that… You naturally called me ‘Eui-woo,’ saying—‘water’…”

“…”

“How do we know each other?”

“…”

“And why don’t I remember anything?”

Seo Eui-woo, casually unearthing a buried bomb of truth, tilted his head. The neatly parted right side of his hair slipped back to the left.

As if trying to say there was no point in distinguishing between this Seo Eui-woo and another.

As if proving that shallow tricks wouldn’t work on this Seo Eui-woo.

The deception was meaningless—Seo Eui-woo had returned to his true, irreplaceable self.

“Well… Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Instinctively, Jae-jin’s pulse quickened. His chest churned, and a chill ran down the back of his neck. A quiet sense of turbulence spread through the kitchen, inside and out.

“Even you have to admit you’re a little strange, Jae-jin.”

Now empty-handed, Kwon Jae-jin moved his arm. It seemed Seo Eui-woo’s power had released its hold on him.

Feeling unsettled by how his hand had been forced against his will, Jae-jin clenched and unclenched his fist, checking that his body was once again under his control. Once he was certain he was back to normal, he tightened his fist hard.

“…So, you grabbed me and wouldn’t let go just to say that? And even took my knife?”

“It’s obvious you’re hiding something, but you don’t seem interested in telling me what. So I have no choice but to keep doubting you, don’t I? Whether you’re planning to run away or just thinking about something else entirely.”

Jae-jin, who had been holding his breath in silence, cursed inwardly.

He briefly looked down at the floor, debating, then gave up on thinking and raised his head again.

“Seo Eui-woo, are you some kind of tracking dog?”

No one had asked him to sniff things out, yet he always managed to.

Deceiving Seo Eui-woo was impossible after all. That bastard had always had instincts sharper than a wild animal’s.

Tsk. Jae-jin clicked his tongue sharply and furrowed his brows.

“Yes. Roughly speaking, I know who you are, but you don’t remember me. That’s the situation, isn’t it?”

A second life.

It was like solving problems with an answer sheet in hand, but that only widened the gap between him and the ordinary world. A person running ahead of time itself could never fully erase the sense of alienation they exuded. One day, he was bound to be exposed.

Truthfully, Kwon Jae-jin had never intended to hide his strangeness from the beginning.

“But. Does any of that really matter?”

There was no reason to hesitate—being upfront wouldn’t be a problem.

It was surprising that Seo Eui-woo had caught onto Jae-jin’s abnormality faster than expected, but that was all.

“Instead of getting distracted, you should focus on fulfilling the conditions I set, Seo Eui-woo.”

“Getting distracted?”

“What you need right now is guiding. You don’t actually care what kind of relationship we had or how I know you. You’re not even curious.”

“What the hell? That’s not what you said before. Weren’t you the one telling me to act cute and butter you up to win your favor?”

“Exactly. That’s what I’m saying. I laid out my conditions clearly from the start, didn’t I? Money, safety, and treatment. Those three things. That’s the fastest and surest way for you to win Kwon Jae-jin’s favor.”

Seo Eui-woo lived his life throwing money around carelessly, so it was clear he had no idea how much of a charm offensive hundreds of billions in assets could be.

The same went for painless, safe guiding. If a guy as young, fit, and handsome as Seo Eui-woo took his time, was gentle, and paid attention to Jae-jin’s reactions while fucking him—that was exactly what counted as being cute and fawning. How could he not get something so simple?

Even Kwon Jae-jin, who had never once felt physical attraction to another man in his life, had crumbled in just four years. Wasn’t that proof enough? Right—this second-life Seo Eui-woo didn’t know yet. Poor thing. How pitiful.

And not treating someone like a tool was such a basic requirement that there wasn’t even much to say about it. As long as Seo Eui-woo didn’t strangle him, cuff him, or gag him, Jae-jin was more than willing to praise him, overflowing with the sentiment of My boy’s finally done it. I’m so proud and impressed.

“Money, safety, and treatment….”

Seo Eui-woo stared intently at Jae-jin’s face with an unreadable expression. He watched, holding his breath, as Jae-jin blinked, dissecting the moment his expressionless eyelids fluttered.

His piercing gaze trailed every minute movement—the opening and closing of Jae-jin’s dark pupils, the rise and fall of his eyelashes, tracking them with almost obsessive focus.

“…Alright then.”

After a long silence, Seo Eui-woo broke into a bright smile.

His long, fox-like eyes melted into soft curves, and his well-shaped lips parted naturally. It was like a dreamy purple mist had lifted, revealing a ray of light that bathed Seo Eui-woo’s face in a radiant glow.

“Jae-jin, I’ll lick you.”

…What?

Did he just say lick—while smiling that sweetly?

Seo Eui-woo’s moist tongue peeked out. The warm, soft pink flickered out briefly as if reaching for Jae-jin, then disappeared back inside his mouth.

“Guiding. You said earlier that you thought of a good method. Just like how your mouth didn’t get hurt because it was wet with saliva, if I lick and soak your ass like that, I can guide you without any impurities.”

“……”

“It’ll take quite a while, though….”

“……”

“If you just lie down and spread your legs, Eui-woo will take care of it.”

***

The tips of Jae-jin’s toes, pointed toward the ceiling, trembled pathetically. His entire body tensed and relaxed in cycles, muscles twitching involuntarily. Sweat had seeped out, drenching his lower half, especially between his legs.

“Ah, ugh, stop… just stop!”

Jae-jin dug his fingers deep into Seo Eui-woo’s hair. He tried to yank him up by the roots, forcefully pulling at his scalp, but it was useless. Seo Eui-woo showed no intention of budging from between Jae-jin’s thighs.

“Ahnng, moorrr… jush like dhat.”

Seo Eui-woo replied in a slurred, muffled voice, his tongue dragging against the sensitive inner flesh. The wet, obscene noises didn’t stop.

Even though the inner walls were already slick, soft, and stretched open from being soaked for so long, Seo Eui-woo remained relentless.

How long has it been?

It felt like at least three hours had passed.

How long… just how long does he plan to keep licking…?

Jae-jin clenched his jaw and tilted his head back, a low groan escaping him. A bead of sweat trickled down the flushed line of his neck. His endurance was wearing thin. If he let his guard down even slightly, he felt like a whimper would slip out.

At first, when his rear entrance was licked, Kwon Jae-jin hadn’t wavered. He had simply accepted it. After all, being licked was better than being torn and bleeding. But he hadn’t expected Seo Eui-woo to keep him pinned to the bed, endlessly wetting him for this long.

The sun had long set, and the window outside was swallowed in darkness. Yet, Seo Eui-woo showed no intention of stopping.

“Enough, that’s… enough, I said, hngh…!”

“Ahnng, not yeth…”

“It’s wet—fuck, it’s soaked, it’s completely wet inside, Seo Eui-woo!”

At Jae-jin’s desperate complaint, Seo Eui-woo finally lifted his head, mumbling something incomprehensible about it still being too tight.

Thinking he could finally breathe, Jae-jin let his hips sag. But the moment he relaxed, two long, thick fingers pushed inside.

“Ugh!”

“Ah… See? It’s no good like this. It’s just wet, not loosened. The moment I put them in, it tightens up again.”

The sudden intrusion had startled him, making his body instinctively clench. But Seo Eui-woo remained careful. He pressed his fingers against the inner walls, feeling around as if confirming once more that it wasn’t stretched enough.

“At this rate, you’ll tear again. Didn’t you ask me to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt?”

“No, but that’s not something that happens in just a day—ugh…”

“It’s already this tight with just fingers; there’s no way mine would fit yet. Still, it’s better than before. Let’s loosen it up a little more.”

Seo Eui-woo grinned as he massaged deeper inside.

Jae-jin scowled, raising his palm to cover his face. Not only his neck but his entire face had turned a deep shade of red.

This was torture.

Seo Eui-woo, completely oblivious to Jae-jin’s suffering, let out a lazy, amused whisper.

“You know… this is kind of fun. I should’ve done this sooner. I shouldn’t have stopped back then.”

His tongue, slick and warm, slithered out again, pressing against him once more.