The Dokkaebi Waiting for the Moon

Chapter 41

It was fun…

Whenever there was a funny scene, he also chuckled beside him. But the half-dokkaebi, who had no lingering attachment to the drama or desire to argue, simply nodded.

“Okay. If Yeo Moon-beom won’t watch, I won’t either.”

At the unhesitating answer, the large frame supporting his back moved away. Usually, he would hug him from behind and bury his lips in his nape at every opportunity, making it difficult to focus on the TV. But today, he couldn’t concentrate at all, thinking only about Siri.

“Hold onto my neck.”

“I can walk by myself…”

“You said you were sleepy.”

“Mm.”

As he clung to his thick, long neck, Yeo Moon-beom supported his back and under his legs, lifting him up effortlessly.

Although it was just a few steps to the bedroom, Yeo Moon-beom was only satisfied if he could carry him there in his arms. Whether he was concerned about him falling into the well or felt guilty about eating the elixir of immortality alone, he took care of him attentively at every opportunity, just like that day.

Now it seemed he might have grown to enjoy doting on him like a baby, rather than out of a sense of responsibility.

“You sleep first. I’ll wash up and come.”

After covering him up to his neck with the thin hemp blanket, he kissed his forehead. It was something he did every time like a greeting, and he should have been used to it by now, but his heart still pounded, and his lips felt dry with longing.

If he hadn’t been sick, he would have urged him to kiss his lips instead of his forehead.

“Yeo Moon-beom.”

“What?”

“…”

“After acting like you’d eat well, you just picked at your food, and now you’re hungry?”

“Ah, no, I’m not hungry. I didn’t call you because I’m hungry.”

“Then why?”

“Just… I wanted to call your name.”

His sharp eyes, raised like thorns, curved for a moment into a gentle arc. As the atmosphere softened, Yeo Moon-beom gently caressed Eun-hwi’s cheek and said,

“You’re silly. Go to sleep quickly. So we can play tomorrow.”

“Mm. I want to play sex games with Yeo Moon-beom tomorrow too.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I don’t want to be sick anymore. I want to play with Yeo Moon-beom.”

“You’re so sweet, I’ll have to make you something delicious tomorrow too.”

Slowly rubbing his thumb around Eun-hwi’s cheek covered in soft down, he lowered his head and this time kissed the bridge of his nose.

Unlike before when he just lightly pressed his lips and pulled away, this time he slightly stuck out his tongue and licked all the way to the tip of his nose.

“It tickles, Yeo Moon-beom.”

“Does it just tickle?”

His tongue slid down the nostrils, following the texture of the skin and brushing over the rounded cheeks. At the slow but clear movement, Eun-hwi let out a moan, and Yeo Moon-beom smiled slightly before playfully biting with his teeth.

“…Uh.”

The stinging pain spread heat throughout his neck. Blood rushed to a place that had been motionless until now, rising involuntarily against his will.

Oh no.

My dick is acting strange again.

He was so shocked he couldn’t even gasp. The half-dokkaebi closed his eyes tightly, stunned by the worsening symptoms of his illness.

“Sleepy?”

“…Yes. I’m going to sleep now.”

Pretending to be sleepy, he turned his back and buried his face in the pillow, and the hot tongue finally left him. However, even though the direct contact was gone, Yeo Moon-beom’s body scent floating in the air continued to stimulate his sensitized senses. The feeling of the rough tongue was deeply imprinted in his mind, and his whole body was still hot.

“Sleep well.”

Seemingly unaware of the unusual signs, Yeo Moon-beom silently tidied Eun-hwi’s disheveled hair and quietly left the room.

“Haa…”

Eun-hwi perked up his ears, waiting for the footsteps to fade away before finally exhaling the breath he had been holding.

“What’s wrong with you? Huh?”

He touched his lower part that wouldn’t subside. What used to be soft flesh had not only swollen but had become hard like a wooden stick. His fingertips were damp, as if some transparent, sticky liquid had leaked out.

Unable to believe it, he hurriedly untied the string of his undergarments and looked inside. His dick, now in a much more serious state than what he had seen in the bathroom, filled his vision.

He tried to find a way to suppress his erect dick by touching it here and there, but the more he did, the higher it rose, betraying his will.

“…What should I do? Sob.”

Eun-hwi wiped away the tears blurring his vision with the back of his hand, loosely tied the string just enough not to come undone, and got up.

Now was his chance while Yeo Moon-beom was washing up. He couldn’t waste the only time of day when he was apart from him by just crying.

Although it was difficult to walk with his dick swollen as if about to burst, he had no choice but to ask Siri about the name of his illness. Eun-hwi tiptoed, quietly but as quickly as possible, to the bathroom.

“…There it is!”

Among the clothes thrown on the floor like shed skin, he saw a shiny black object. Secretly picking it up and coming out of the bathroom door, Eun-hwi held the phone as Yeo Moon-beom had given it to him before and opened his mouth.

“Siri!”

– Yes.

The voice of the pretty Kim Seobang woman was heard, and colorful beads appeared at the bottom of the screen.

“My dick is strange.”

– Is there anything else I can help you with?

“Am I sick?”

– I’m not sure about that. Is there anything else I can help you with?

It seemed Siri didn’t understand properly because he asked without proper explanation. The half-dokkaebi took a deep breath and described the symptoms as detailed as possible.

“My dick grows and hardens on its own. What if I die like this? Please help me, Siri.”

– I can make an emergency call for you.

“Emergency call?”

– What kind of emergency service do you need? I can call 112, 119, or 122.

“One-one? What?”

– I’m sorry. There seems to be a problem with my hearing.

Just as Yeo Moon-beom had said, Siri was somewhat lacking. Instead of offering a clear solution, Siri just babbled strange things about one-one or one-two.

“…Siri, you idiot.”

– Please don’t say that.

“Siri, you dummy!”

– I won’t respond to that.

The shining beads disappeared from the screen, and Siri no longer answered Eun-hwi’s calls.

As they say, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Eun-hwi’s legs gave out from despair, and he sat down on the floor, swallowing his tears.

Although there was still one more solution left, he couldn’t go to the Mountain God with his dick standing erect like this, so for now, he could only cry.

He had promised to have sex with Yeo Moon-beom tomorrow…

A small teardrop that had been pooling on his thin eyelashes fell to the floor like dew disappearing in the sunlight. The oiled paper floor became damp.

“What are you doing here?”

Noticing the commotion outside, Yeo Moon-beom came out of the bathroom without anything on. Something much larger than Eun-hwi’s swollen organ hung between his thighs, and Eun-hwi forgot his sniffling and stared blankly at Yeo Moon-beom’s body.

Wow, there are humans who walk around with clubs attached to their bodies…

He was born with the fate of a guard. As Eun-hwi sat there lost in thought, Yeo Moon-beom asked him,

“Why are you holding the phone?”

“Uh? That, that’s…”

“After I’ve been so lenient. Did you come to be eaten of your own accord?”

Yeo Moon-beom’s gaze swept over Eun-hwi. Unlike usual, his eyes, filled with a deep blue heat, were directed at the undergarments barely hanging on Eun-hwi’s hips, the strings undone.

The half-dokkaebi unconsciously looked down. His erect dick was sticking out through the gap.

“…Ah!”

His face turned bright red as if about to burst. Not only was he caught secretly talking to Siri, but he also ended up showing the strange symptoms appearing on his body.

He wasn’t embarrassed about revealing his skin to Yeo Moon-beom, as he had shown his naked body to him while being bathed before. Since that day, Yeo Moon-beom also often walked around the house without wearing anything on his upper body.

But this time was different.

The memory of being pointed at by ghosts for having a different appearance from others, the memory of being driven out as an evil spirit and despised by humans, vividly came back as if it happened yesterday. He became afraid of being hated by the friend he had made with such difficulty.

“Don’t hide it.”

As Eun-hwi hurriedly reached down, unable to show his strange appearance anymore, Yeo Moon-beom grabbed his wrist and pulled him up as if it was useless to hide. The completely untied undergarments slid down his legs, revealing his erect dick.

It was a situation where he could neither hide nor pretend not to know. Eun-hwi gave up everything and confessed the truth to him.

“Yeo Moon-beom, my dick is strange…”

Unable to control the rising sorrow, he burst into tears, but Yeo Moon-beom slightly stuck out his tongue as if savoring the taste and licked his upper lip.

Then, with a languid smile, he said,

“Why would it be strange? Let me check it out.”

Immediately kneeling on one knee, he examined the dick carefully like a doctor diagnosing a patient.

Eun-hwi blinked his misty eyes at the intimate response, completely different from the ghosts who would recoil just from getting close.