As far as Hayeop knew, a cock was something used only for peeing. Why had the Young Master's swollen like that? Did he need to pee? He hadn't drunk a single drop of water, so it was quite remarkable. It wasn't as though he were a camel.
"That can't be real."
How could anything be that big?
"It's too big," Hayeop whispered.
Yoonwon chuckled.
"I'm not even fully hard yet."
When he asked if Hayeop wanted to see, Hayeop nearly screamed.
Why would I want to see your cock, Young Master? I already have my own. A man and a woman are supposed to get naked and embrace each other. You should be doing this with Hana, not me.
"Young Master, I'm a man."
"Are you?"
He asked the question on a humid breath. It was as though Yoonwon had cast a sticky spiderweb over him. No matter how Hayeop struggled, he could not escape.
"Yes, I really am."
Hayeop was a man with everything a man was supposed to have. Once, when he had gone outside wearing the young miss Yoonmi's gym shorts, a man had approached him from behind and pestered him to have tea. But once someone saw his face, surely anyone could tell that he was a man. That fool must simply have been blind.
Even dogs could distinguish males from females. A human who could not was truly an idiot. Hayeop even had little barnacle-like muscles from all his work in the kitchen. N-not that they could compare to the Young Master's, of course.
"…Liar."
Murmuring the word, the Young Master gazed down at Hayeop as though beholding something exquisite.
"How can you be, when you're this beautiful?"
His gaze looked so sincere that Hayeop could not bring himself to run away. Yoonwon opened his mouth wide, lowered his head, and bit firmly into Hayeop's neck. Hayeop moaned and tipped his head back.
"Mmm…."
The nape of his neck burned fiercely.
Why is he doing this? He's not a dog chewing on a bone. Hana was absolutely right about him. She called the Young Master a fucking slut, and she wasn't wrong about a single thing.
"Soft. You smell good."
"Young Master, I really am a man. You'll regret this when you wake up tomorrow."
"Let me see your cock."
His damp hand crept slowly up Hayeop's back, as though spinning a spiderweb.
"N-no…! Get away from me!"
Hayeop shoved him backward. With his shorts hanging halfway off his narrow hips, he bolted from the room and thundered down the stairs at full speed.
He practically tumbled into the room and slammed the door. When he quickly covered his lips, he found them still swollen like sausages. His heart was pounding wildly.
"That was my first kiss…."
My first kiss.
Hayeop stood there in a daze, utterly devastated.
It was that damned fox sickness. That goddamned fox sickness was the problem.
Why had Yoonwon suddenly kissed him when they weren't going to have a baby together? In Hayeop's mind, indecent acts were something only a man and a woman did.
"Hayeop."
While he was still floundering in confusion, his mother returned. Hayeop cautiously opened the door and stepped out to find her shaking the rain from her coat.
"Y-you're back…."
Although he had committed no crime, Hayeop lowered his eyes. For some reason, he felt as though he had done something wrong.
The Young Master was the one who had misbehaved. The Young Master was the one who deserved to be scolded and should have been acting guilty.
"What's wrong? Your face is red."
His mother was holding the restorative herbal medicine. Hayeop approached her. There was so much he wanted to say.
"What's the matter, Hayeop? Hmm?"
His mother placed a hand over his round forehead.
"Wait, you feel feverish."
Afraid that she might discover what had happened, Hayeop pressed his lips tightly together before asking:
"Mom, what exactly is fox sickness?"
His mother set the restorative herbal medicine aside and whispered:
"Female foxes go into heat during winter. They release a mating scent that bewitches males, and it gradually puts the Young Master under their spell."
How could that possibly happen? The Young Master wasn't even a fox. How could a female fox bewitch him and send him into heat? Besides, it wasn't winter now. Why was he behaving that way in the middle of summer?
Hayeop felt so aggrieved and frustrated that he could hardly bear it.
They had to cure Yoonwon as quickly as possible. Hayeop helped his mother pour the restorative herbal medicine into a bowl. Had they caught another female fox for this? The thought made him sad.
"I'll take this to the Young Master's room."
"Mom, no!"
"Oh, you startled me!"
Hayeop almost never raised his voice. When he suddenly shouted, his mother opened her eyes wide and asked if something had happened.
"I'll take it to him."
Realizing his mistake, Hayeop smiled awkwardly and softened his voice.
"You just went all the way to the traditional medicine clinic. I'll deliver this."
"Mm? You will?"
His mother blinked at him. They were living here in hiding, so how could Hayeop possibly give the Young Master his medicine?
"T-the truth is, I went to give him some water earlier, and he was completely out of his mind. Don't worry. He didn't even recognize me."
Hayeop reassured his mother several times, then cautiously went upstairs again. He took several deep breaths before knocking. Unlike earlier, there was no answer.
When Hayeop carefully opened the door and entered, the Young Master was asleep as though he had lost consciousness.
"……."
Hayeop carefully scooped up some restorative herbal medicine with a gold spoon. He let it trickle between Yoonwon's parted lips, but it ran down his sharp jaw. Hayeop hurriedly wiped it away with the back of his hand, only for the Young Master to suck on his skin.
Ahhh!
Hayeop screamed inwardly. He quickly fed Yoonwon the rest of the medicine and rushed out of the room.
"…That wicked creature."
That night, Hayeop tossed and turned on his bedding for a long time. His entire body felt inexplicably feverish, making it impossible to sleep.
He held his strawberry-red cheeks in front of the fan, gulped down cold water, went to the bathroom and squeezed out every last drop of urine—he tried every damned thing he could think of.
Eventually, he finally managed to fall asleep.
But that damned Young Master….
As persistent as ever, Yoonwon had followed him even into his dreams. It was nothing short of a nightmare. He knocked on the door, entered, then brushed back Hayeop's hair and caressed the rim of his ear.
"Is your mother gone?"
That enormous body pinning him down, those broad hands, those soft lips, even the scent that overwhelmed his nose—it was all exactly the same.
The clean, fresh scent of soap.
"…Yes."
Yoonwon's gaze was intensely lustful. It was so provocative and sensual that Hayeop, who had no sexual experience whatsoever, felt his thighs twist together.
"Wh-why are you here? You shouldn't be here, Young Master."
"Don't you remember? We made a promise earlier."
What promise?
While Hayeop stared blankly, the Young Master moved his hand as smoothly as a snake slithering over a wall.
"I promised to show you mine."
Was he going to show Hayeop his cock again?
Yoonwon took Hayeop's hand and gently wrapped it around the large, hot bulge below his waist.
"I showed you mine, so now you have to show me yours."
He coaxed Hayeop gently, then lifted his loose shorts and looked at his cock as well. Hayeop twisted away in horror.
"Please don't do this."
"You don't even like me."
"Me? Not like you?"
The Young Master raised the corner of his mouth in a dazzling smile. He looked just like a handsome actor from a weekend television drama, leaving Hayeop spellbound.
"Why wouldn't I like you?"
Yoonwon pressed his lips to Hayeop's cheek, saying that if he did not like him, he would never do such things.
"Beautiful."
Hayeop desperately needed to pee.
Oh, I'm going to wet myself. I'm really going to. I have to get to the bathroom.
The moment all the strength abruptly drained from his body, Hayeop's eyes flew open in shock.
"Mmm, it's sticky."
He was wet between his legs. He had soaked the bedding. Hayeop screamed inwardly as he stared at the sticky blanket, which felt as though it had been smeared with glue.
It was white, slippery, and odorless. He did not understand why this always came out whenever he had a dirty dream. The same thing had happened during puberty, leaving him mortified when he soiled his bedding.
…What do I do?
He glanced nervously at his mother lying beside him. Fortunately, she was sound asleep. Hayeop slowly stripped off the bedding beneath him and secretly stuffed it into the laundry basket.
As he quietly slipped back into the room, his mother's sleepy voice reached him.
"Where did you go?"
"I-I just went to the bathroom for a moment…."
Hayeop lay back down, trying to calm his pounding heart. But perhaps because the Young Master had pursued him even into his dreams, sleep would not come easily. His heart continued to flutter.
How am I supposed to face the Young Master again?
Hayeop clutched his head, his thoughts hopelessly tangled.