You Still Don't Know

**Introduction to the Work:** Yi-kyung, who had buried Hae-jun's face into his own crotch, let out a low laugh. The scent emanating from his core hit Hae-jun's nose directly. The primal, male odor made him nauseous, and he gagged and struggled, but the harder he fought, the stronger the force pressing his head down became. "Breathe through your nose. Once you get used to it, it won't be so bad." The tone was almost considerate. Fingertips slowly stroked his scalp, which had become hypersensitive. The gesture was so gentle that for a moment, Hae-jun could almost mistake it for affection. A shiver ran down his spine, and without realizing it, Hae-jun clawed at the carpet. Yi-kyung firmly gri...