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Chapter 45

"Y-Young Mas-Master?"

Eun-oh stammered in bewilderment. In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a position similar to a child in an adult's embrace.

"I might be heavy for you...?"

It was a genuinely concerned remark. Eun-oh thought his body wasn't slender like that of most women. Even though he wasn't delicate, being a man, his frame was reasonably robust.

However, to Eun-oh's dismay, Chae Yoon-sa's expression remained placid, devoid of any sign of discomfort.

A dry swallow ensued, the saliva slipping down the back of his throat. In the ensuing silence, a tension, different from before, hung in the air. Eun-oh couldn't fathom what could be causing his heart to pound so relentlessly.

What is beating my heart so hard?

Why are my lips so dry?

Why do I become so conscious of even breathing?

How on earth should I describe this feeling?

"......."

"......."

Had he ever seen Young Master's face from this close before? The colorless face, void of any discernible emotion, resembled a painting. The once deepened eyes now stared at him, unblinking and unwavering. Eun-oh, in turn, gazed solely at Chae Yoon-sa.

At some point, Chae Yoon-sa's hand touched the laces of Eun-oh's waistband. Effortlessly untying the knot, he boldly slipped his hand inside the loosened waistband, reaching straight for Eun-oh's penis.

Eun-oh's reaction was instantaneous. His thighs tightened, a sharp inhale escaping his lips. A cascade of goosebumps rippled from the point of contact, sending shivers across his entire body.

The touch on his genitals itself was incredibly delicate-relaxed than cautious. Eun-oh wondered if the hand touching his genitals was indeed Young Master's or something as light as a feather. It felt maddeningly ticklish, to the point where his body squirmed.

Unable to endure it any longer, he brought his hand between his thighs to scratch. However, he was promptly stopped.

"Keep your hands to yourself."

Eun-oh reflexively clenched both hands and pressed them against his chest.

"It's too ticklish..."

"Good."

Good? Was it natural for him to be ticklish?

As someone who had neither properly experienced nor been touched like this before, Eun-oh couldn't distinguish whether the current sensations were normal or not.

The touch gradually became more explicit.

The gentle scratching transformed into a more deliberate caress, eventually encircling the entire area, moving up and down in a teasing manner.

"Ah! Aah...!"

Under the persistent stimulation, his penis responded uncontrollably. It felt like the blood in his body was rushing downward. The now hardened penis felt like a heavy, solid mass.

"Ugh...!"

Eun-oh groaned, clutching his jaw. The heat was palpable in the newly released breaths from his parted lips.

His penis were now incredibly hard. Although not the first time experiencing an erection, it was frightening. It was the first time it had become so intensely hard. The issue was that the stimulation continued relentlessly.

"Young Master, Young Master! It hurts. It hurts...!"

He had asked to be taught how to properly touch, yet this wasn't the lesson he had envisioned. It went beyond ticklish; it felt prickly and uncomfortable. It wasn't pleasurable; it hurt, and it made him anxious.