Harmonious Love

The Harmony of Yin and Yang Is Not as It Seems PART1(1)

The thick veins stood out from the hand pressing down on his thigh to his forearm. Under the burning gaze that seemed ready to incinerate him, Mo Yeon ultimately gave up and closed his eyes.

It seemed that wrapping it up quickly was the least painful and shameful way to go. Mo Yeon bit his lip, moving his hand shaking the pillar even faster for the moment of liberation.

“…Huh!”

He was desperately holding back a moan, but he couldn’t stop his breathing from becoming rough. Each time he exhaled, a heated sound mixed in. In the midst of it all, the transparent gel that had been splattered everywhere was slowly flowing down his skin. Due to the buoyancy of his waist, the viscous liquid gradually flowed from his belly upwards, licking his flesh. When the warm, sticky gel touched his nipple, Mo Yeon involuntarily gasped.

“Ugh, hhh…!”

As if a fuse had blown, his mind went blank, and Mo Yeon moved his hand even faster. At that moment, he didn’t think about anyone watching him. A suppressed moan continued to burst forth from his open mouth, mixed with his breath. Then he felt one of his legs being freed from the grip.

“Ha, ugh, ah…!”

The moment a hand touched his nipple, his dilated pupils widened.

The hand that rubbed deeply pinched the protrusion and pulled. And with that careless touch, Mo Yeon reached his climax. The ejaculate that splattered into the air was scattered all over his bare body.

“Ah! Ugh…!”

For a while, his dry body trembled as he caught his breath. Mo Yeon realized that the pressure holding him down had disappeared. Yet, for a while, he couldn’t think of anything.

…Crazy.

What have I done? The aftertaste didn’t last long. Slowly, as his sense of reality returned, shame washed over him like a tide. Without a moment to think, tears welled up at the same time.

Mo Yeon raised his arms to cover his burning eyes and face. The semen had splattered from his belly to his chest, and it seemed like a drop had even landed on his chin. However, he couldn’t muster the courage to wipe that away with his bare hands.

But while Mo Yeon felt shame all over his body, Tae Young-won said nothing.

It felt like Tae Young-won’s mocking voice would fly at him any moment. He would be ridiculed for having come so quickly the moment a guy touched his nipple, called a pervert. Just anticipating that was enough to make Mo Yeon feel so ashamed and humiliated that tears threatened to spill.

It could be considered a breaking point.

Being naked in front of Tae Young-won, sobbing and covered in semen, was already embarrassing enough, showing the very bottom of his humanity. If he were to be teased one more time, he felt like he would truly burst into tears.

On the other hand, there was a sense of relief in thinking that he had paid the price for his sins.

Mo Yeon still covered his eyes with his arms, waiting for Tae Young-won’s mocking voice.

However, Tae Young-won’s voice was nowhere to be heard. A long silence passed. Even when Mo Yeon’s sobbing stopped, Tae Young-won did not open his mouth. He slowly opened his eyes.

“…”

Through the arms that covered his face, he could see Tae Young-won’s face. It felt somehow unpleasant.

No, upon closer inspection, he seemed to be very angry. For a moment, he was puzzled, but Mo Yeon could vaguely guess the reason. Something white had splattered on Tae Young-won’s hand.

He stared coldly at the semen that had splattered on his hand and spoke softly.

“…You.”

As if waiting for a verdict, Mo Yeon, pale as a ghost, quietly waited for what he would say.

“If you pull any more tricks on me, just once more, then let’s say you’re really dead.”

He said this in a low voice, stood up, and entered the bathroom. Soon after, the sound of running water followed.

He was probably washing his dirty hands.

Until that moment, Mo Yeon, who had been stiff, hurriedly got up. He roughly wiped his body with tissue, got dressed, and literally fled the hotel. As if a tiger were chasing him from behind, he dashed outside, forgetting that it was late at night.

The last gaze he had met was more ferocious than ever.

***

Tae Young-won had actually known about Mo Yeon since he first entered as a freshman long ago. 

Tae Young-won, who had many people approaching him with interest, tended to feel aversion to overt goodwill. In short, he found everyone who clung to him annoying.

He had lived his whole life that way. Without exception, everyone was bothersome.

This aversion was also partly due to the fact that he had never felt that level of interest in anyone, so he couldn’t understand their psychology.

In that sense, Tae Young-won preferred cats that were aloof and independent rather than dogs that cling to everyone.

[Messages about needing a textbook]

When Tae Young-won entered the department office, he received a message from a teammate asking if anyone had the Consumer Behavior Theory textbook to check some notes.

“Friend, do you happen to have the ‘Consumer Behavior Theory’ book right now?”

He asked in a friendly voice as someone entered, but paused in surprise at the unexpected appearance.

Drab clothes, stuffy hair, thick glasses. Why is this person covered in so many things? The gray shirt covering even the back of the hands was incredibly dull.

‘Damn… looks like a ghost.’

That expression came to mind. As he stared blankly, the junior whose gaze he couldn’t quite place didn’t answer. 

[Interaction where the junior doesn’t recognize Tae Young-won]

Tae Young-won was rarely flustered, but at that time he was extremely taken aback. Not just the rude tone, but…

“Who am I?”

In a large department like Business Administration, it’s nearly impossible for everyone to know each other. However, that didn’t quite apply to Tae Young-won. Basically, wherever he went, everyone in his social circle knew at least his face and name, whether they were close or not.

So the situation of being asked “Who are you?” by someone who was clearly his junior was truly unheard of for him.

[More details about their interaction]

As days passed, one of his classmates came into the cafe terrace where Tae Young-won was sitting, grumbling. 

“What’s an ‘asocial jerk’?”

‘Asocial jerk’ was a nickname that emerged soon after Mo Yeon entered school.

[Explanation of Mo Yeon’s reputation]

The more time passed, the reason Mo Yeon became famous was mostly that he was rude and unpleasant. So Mo Yeon was equally rude to everyone.

Tae Young-won, momentarily dazed, burst out laughing.

“That’s actually true. Isn’t it?”

It had been a long time since his eyes curved that much in laughter, though he often smiled but rarely laughed out loud.