I am not a Yandere EPILOGUE 10

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The moment Yeongdeok nodded, Jihoon leaned in, tilting Yeongdeok’s chin to match his eye level.

His lips pressed together as he initiated a gentle kiss, but soon, with firm hands on Yeongdeok’s shoulders, he deepened it, exploring his mouth.

A refreshing hint of mint lingered on Jihoon’s tongue, and Yeongdeok closed his eyes, savoring it.

This time, Jihoon’s movements were far more skilled than before, his tongue teasing the sensitive inner flesh of Yeongdeok’s mouth in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

Matching Jihoon’s fervor, Yeongdeok responded by trailing his tongue along the upper ridge of Jihoon’s teeth, causing Jihoon to tremble slightly.

Their kiss stretched on, unhurried and intense, until the need for air forced them apart.

Yet Jihoon, with his face twisted as if suppressing something, leaned closer again.

“Seo Jihoon?”

“Hyung…”

Kneeling between Yeongdeok’s legs, Jihoon pressed his teeth gently to Yeongdeok’s exposed neck, trailing light kisses along his skin.

The ticklish yet stinging sensation made Yeongdeok shudder.

“Hyung… just like the day I confessed, I want to do everything with you.”

“… …”

“What about you, Hyung?”

It was then Yeongdeok realized Jihoon’s arousal, pressing insistently against him.

Before Yeongdeok could answer, Jihoon hesitated, as if worried he was moving too fast.

“It doesn’t have to be now. I just… I wanted to know what you think.”

Jihoon’s breath brushed against Yeongdeok’s neck with every word, each small exhale igniting an unfamiliar warmth within him.

“I don’t dislike the idea of being with you that way.”

“Really? That’s a relief. So… does that mean…”

Pulling back slightly, Jihoon looked directly into Yeongdeok’s eyes, his expression both hesitant and bold as he asked something he’d clearly been holding back.

“Does that mean… you’d want to hold me too?”

The seriousness in Jihoon’s voice was almost laughable. Yeongdeok, blinking in surprise, let out a soft chuckle.

“Is that really such a big deal to you?”

“It is to me. Hyung… you just don’t seem like the type to be held by anyone.”

Yeongdeok had never seriously thought about it.

Not because he couldn’t imagine being intimate with Jihoon, but because he hadn’t felt the need to dwell on such specifics in their relationship.

“Is that so? And why do you care so much about it?”

“… Can I be honest?”

“Go ahead. That’s why I asked.”

“You’re not going to break up with me over this, are you?”

“Do I seem that petty? Say what’s on your mind.”

After a moment of hesitation, Jihoon finally confessed, his tone daring yet sincere.

“I want to see you under me, Hyung. Crying.”

“That’s… unexpectedly honest.”

“I want to have all of you.”

Jihoon leaned in again, kissing Yeongdeok with a childlike stubbornness, as if pleading for permission.

Their lips pressed together in a persistent dance, one that only broke when Jihoon finally pulled back.

“Do you hate the idea?”

Yeongdeok didn’t particularly care either way, but Jihoon’s earnestness amused him enough to delay giving a direct answer.

“I’m not sure.”

“If you hate it, I’ll rethink things.”

Jihoon added that he couldn’t bear the thought of breaking up over something like this.

In response, Yeongdeok straightened up, meeting Jihoon’s eyes confidently.

“If you think you can, make me cry.”

“… What?”

“I’m curious to see what you’ll do.”

A mischievous smile spread across Yeongdeok’s face.

Jihoon gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably.

“Really? Then… can I touch you, Hyung?”

Jihoon’s eyes burned with a raw, possessive desire as he awaited Yeongdeok’s response.

“Do as you like.”

“Even more than that? Even… you know, everything?”

When Jihoon asked again, Yeongdeok didn’t bother replying.

Instead, he grabbed Jihoon’s nape, pulling him close.

The sudden proximity heightened their awareness of each other’s rapid breaths and racing heartbeats.

“How many times are you going to ask? I already told you, I’m okay with you.”

As Yeongdeok’s unwavering gaze bore into Jihoon’s, his words melted the last of Jihoon’s restraint.

Trembling slightly, Jihoon whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“I just don’t want to mess up or make you hate me.”

He kissed Yeongdeok’s hand gently, tracing his tongue between Yeongdeok’s fingers, eliciting a small shiver from him.

Jihoon’s boldness grew as his hand slid to rest on Yeongdeok’s thigh.

“If you don’t want this, tell me now,” Jihoon murmured, his words more of a declaration than a request.

Yeongdeok didn’t dislike his audacity.

If anything, it intrigued him, making him wonder just how far Jihoon would go.

“Go ahead. I’ll be watching.”

“You’re speaking as if you’re just a spectator. But you and I are the leads in this story, hyung.”

Even in moments like this, Jihoon wanted to etch into his memory the sight of the man, so proud and steadfast, crumbling beneath him.

It wasn’t that Jihoon desired submission from Yeongdeok.

On the contrary, he adored the confident and forward-driven way Yeongdeok carried himself, always a step ahead.

However, Jihoon couldn’t help but wonder how the composed and rational Yeongdeok would look if swept away by emotions so overwhelming that reason abandoned him entirely.

Just imagining it made Jihoon’s arousal intensify, his body responding instinctively.

Jihoon’s urges tempted him to throw the dignified Yeongdeok onto the bed immediately and move as he pleased, but he held himself back, forcing patience into his heated mind.

His fingers, resting lightly on Yeongdeok’s thigh, began to move subtly.

Giving in entirely to his lust could lead to resentment, and Jihoon didn’t want that.

He wanted this moment—this first time for both of them—to be something they could savor and remember forever, like the careful tasting of fine wine.

One hand gently gripped Yeongdeok’s shoulder for steadiness while the other, previously tentative, boldly slid toward the waistband of Yeongdeok’s trousers.

Though Jihoon hadn’t yet unzipped them to fully see what was hidden beneath, he could feel, even through the fabric, the firm and substantial presence that filled his large hand.

Not that Jihoon ever thought Yeongdeok would be lacking in this department.

Sliding his hand along the waistband, Jihoon slowly unbuckled the belt.

His excitement made his fingers clumsy, slipping a few times in the process, but Yeongdeok, rather than chastising him for his fumbling, simply furrowed his brow slightly, the faintest sign of irritation mixed with anticipation.

With the pants precariously hanging on Yeongdeok’s hips, Jihoon tugged down the black underwear just enough to reveal what had been confined inside.

Yeongdeok’s member, now freed, twitched as it emerged.

It was lengthy, thick, and as upright as his personality.

Its clean appearance, nearly matching the tone of his skin, added to its striking impression.

Coming face-to-face with something he’d never seen before, even after becoming lovers, Jihoon swallowed hard, as if sitting before a feast he was eager to devour.

When Jihoon wrapped his hand around it, forming a loose circle with his fingers, the furrow in Yeongdeok’s brow deepened.

But no words of protest came, so Jihoon began to move his hand, gently stroking the thick, rigid length.

“Hyung… have you ever touched yourself before? Or maybe not? I just can’t picture you doing something like that alone.”

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Translator: See you again next week for the most spicy scene!
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