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His expression suggested that hair removal was not an issue for the sake of a beautiful work of art.
He quickly grabbed his hand as he was about to take off his pants, blinking with a dazed look.
“Was the gift you told me to look forward to… hair removal?”
“It’s the process for the pendant, to be exact. My gift’s purpose is to share a pendant.”
“…”
“I did a perfect waxing myself, but considering you’re a beginner, I decided just to shave the hair. If you’re okay with it, we can try a proper waxing next time. It hurts, but it’s quite nice how clean and shiny it looks.”
He had already suspected that things were unusual when Yoo Joohwan measured his mouth size by making a mold out of corn ice cream.
He was speechless, thinking of Yoo Joohwan, who must have done that painful waxing for the sake of perfect beauty.
As his lips just moved like a broken machine, Yoo Joohwan spoke in a decadent voice.
“Do you want to plant the hair on it too? Then, shall we brush out the dead hair and count them one by one with tweezers?”
“…”
“I got rid of the hair because I didn’t want to count the hair on my own cock. But if you want it, we can do it that way.”
Yoo Joohwan showed his crazy tendencies without reservation, suggesting they needed to make everything realistic.
His face heated up just imagining himself having to spread his legs and wait until every single strand of hair was counted.
The sound of his wildly beating heart, caused by shame and a small, heat-rash-like bloom of anticipation, bored into his ears.
He covered his mouth with the back of his hand in embarrassment.
“I don’t think hair removal is a good idea. What if Moon Dowon or Kang Taeyun dislikes it?”
“Just because of that, there’s no reason for me to be cautious, is there?”
“…”
“They say shaving makes you sensitive, Seo Siho. Then you’ll feel better than now, and you’ll be more delicate.”
Yoo Joohwan bent down and thrust his head forward.
At the close distance, he slightly pulled his upper body back.
“Think about it carefully. Hairless looks prettier. And it’s clean, too.”
“…Are you telling me to shave it?”
“Yes. So get an erection all you want, and cry beautifully.”
Yoo Joohwan gave a kind smile, saying it would be better to succeed without failure than to suffer twice for a mold that he would cherish forever.
His handsome face, smiling neatly, made his heart waver.
He felt that any further refusal wouldn’t work on a guy who had even gone through hair removal himself.
Since it was going to happen anyway, he didn’t want to prolong the argument.
“You’ll finish it quickly, right?”
At the half-resigned question, Yoo Joohwan gave a reliable smile, telling him to leave it to him.
With the flashing light behind him as illumination, he took out the materials one by one.
Dressed in red resembling roses, he placed the items he had brought one by one on the edge of the dining table.
He took out the latex gloves he had prepared in advance from his pocket.
“Take off your pants and get up.”
“…On the dining table?”
“Do you have a specific place you want?”
“No, but…”
The feeling of spreading his legs on the dining table where they ate was strange.
But if they did it on the bed, the sheets would probably get ruined.
Thinking a place that was easy to clean would be better, he carefully lowered his pants.
“Are you sure you’re a Beta?”
Yoo Joohwan looked at the skin, which had less hair than an average man, with interest.
He seemed only interested in his smooth legs rather than the underwear revealed after he took off his pants.
He had worried about him acting brazenly, as he always did, but the surprisingly innocent reaction made him feel less embarrassed.
“Can I do the shaving myself?”
“You?”
“Yes. It looks like I just have to lather up the foam and shave…”
Since it was an electric machine, it seemed like it would be easy to remove if he rubbed it gently.
He asked preemptively, thinking he could do it alone, and Yoo Joohwan showed a sign of contemplation.
‘Please, just allow it.’
He was determined to go into the bathroom immediately if he agreed, and then Yoo Joohwan readily replied.
“Alright.”
“Really?”
He asked again, his face brightening at the positive answer.
If he could solve the shaving problem, he felt he could somehow negotiate the molding process as well.
Yoo Joohwan broke into a laugh.
“However, there’s a condition.”
“…A condition?”
“You have to do it yourself, in front of me.”
“…”
“Why? Don’t you want to? Should I do it myself?”
“No!”
He answered quickly to avoid a worse situation.
If Yoo Joohwan hadn’t waxed himself, he would have rushed forward and told him to do it first.
He couldn’t hide his regretful look.
It was clear that Yoo Joohwan had already removed his hair because he knew a situation like this would arise.
He muttered inwardly, calling him a sly fox.
As if he read his mind, Yoo Joohwan let out a brief, sarcastic laugh.
“Look at your face. Anyone would think you’re facing a public execution.”
Saying he really felt that way, he pouted his lips slightly, showing his displeasure.
Yoo Joohwan looked at him as if he was cute, told him to wait a moment, and walked toward the sink to take out a pair of scissors.
“What’s that for?”
“To cut.”
Yoo Joohwan brought the scissors, revealing his madness by suggesting it would be more erotic that way.
Seeing his lips firmly closed, his hands naturally moved to cover his center.
“Are you asking me to tie you up?”
“No…”
“I like tying things up, though.”
Yoo Joohwan stared intently at his neatly gathered hands, then grabbed his wrist.
Seeing his frightened gaze, Yoo Joohwan brought his wrist up and briefly kissed it.
“Relax. We haven’t done anything yet.”
Contrary to his gentle tone, his eyes were ferocious, as if concealing a violent nature.
He looked like a person who wanted to lay him on the table and penetrate him immediately.
“I’m just going to cut your underwear.”
“…Why cut my underwear?”
Considering Yoo Joohwan liked things rough, cutting it was relatively tame.
He asked the question carelessly, but looked up at Yoo Joohwan with an innocent gaze, wondering why he would need to cut the underwear when he could just take it off.
“Taking it off easily isn’t fun.”
“…”
“Feel it, the sensation of the scissor blade touching your skin.”
Yoo Joohwan wore a subtle smile and gently gnawed at the soft flesh of his wrist.
He felt as if his secret, intimate flesh had been bitten.
“…Ugh.”
He exhaled a languid breath and grabbed Yoo Joohwan’s firm, broad shoulder.
At the strong force trying to pull his wrist away, his surroundings turned white.
Yoo Joohwan sucked deeply on the area where a mark would be left, then let go, licking his curved lips with his tongue.
“It’ll only take a moment.”
Yoo Joohwan reached out, saying he didn’t like ordinary things.
He instinctively twisted his body to run away, not wanting his underwear to be uselessly cut, but Yoo Joohwan’s hand grabbed his buttock, and his underwear was ripped apart.
“…”
“Why are you running away?”
Yoo Joohwan smiled brightly, like a wild flower, and stared at his underwear with cold eyes.
The unseemly torn underwear did not look pleasant.
“You only grabbed it…, but can it really tear?”
With a look of disbelief, he slowly looked down at his lower half.
More accurately, he looked at his buttock area.
His pristine buttock, now exposed, showed its curve through the tattered cloth.
It was a hole so big it looked like it had been cut with scissors.
“Your underwear must have been very old.”
“I just bought it recently…”
“Fabrics are made thin these days.”
Yoo Joohwan put down the scissors he was holding, saying it was entirely possible.
He meant there was no need to use the scissors now that it was torn.
No matter how strong Alphas were, this was too much.
His lips tensed up from the superhuman strength.
“Even so, my underwear.”
“You should have let me cut it quietly.”
Yoo Joohwan sent a look that implied this wouldn’t have happened then, and beckoned him to come closer.
His eyes, sunken low like a wild beast, looked ready to tear the remaining fabric apart.
He would rather take off his underwear himself than have the front torn.
“I’ll take it off. Instead, you take yours off too.”
If his underwear hadn’t been torn, it would have been different, but since such an embarrassing situation had occurred, he didn’t want to be the only one naked.
Driven by unnecessary defiance, Yoo Joohwan took off his pants without a word.
Just as he was about to take off the remaining underwear, he managed to part his lips and utter a word.
“Wait a moment…”
Yoo Joohwan picked up the scissors he had put down and bit his lip.
He didn’t want him to take it off easily, as he had expressed his dislike for things being ordinary.
“I told you. I’m going to learn from you guys.”
“Do it.”
It was half defiance, but Yoo Joohwan replied without hesitation.
His unhesitating voice and direct gaze were enough to make him falter.
“What are you doing, not cutting it?”
“I lose…”
His momentum broken, he put down the scissors in his hand.
As he went to where Yoo Joohwan was to pick up his pants, his wrist was grabbed.
Yoo Joohwan’s vivid gaze was sunken low, submerged in desire.
“Why are you stopping? It was just starting to get interesting.”
Yoo Joohwan reached out and carefully tucked the hair that had fallen onto his forehead aside.
His placid eyes slowly scanned his face, and his well-defined lips parted, letting out a heavy voice.
“Seo Siho.”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to use everything you learn from me?”
“…Perhaps?”
The intention behind the question was somewhat unsettling, but the frighteningly low gaze made it impossible to deny.
As he answered slowly, unable to hide his reluctance, the corner of Yoo Joohwan’s mouth curled up crookedly.
“Use it. Absolutely.”
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