CDG | Chapter 1.1

It was chilling. Despite the tropical night of midsummer, a coldness crept up from where their skin touched, crawling along his bones.

A normal person would have shivered at the chill and pulled away. But Taejoo, instead, breathed heavily, crazily pushing his hips deeper into it.

“Hng, ah… Ahjussi, it’s too big…!”

The pale, thin body atop Taejoo swayed precariously in the air.

Underneath the skin, which seemed almost translucent, red heat blossoms spread. Taejoo’s ‘yang’ energy was seeping into its dead body.

Taejoo looked up at Seoyul, who was rotating his hips above him, with hazy eyes. His legs wrapped around Taejoo’s waist, but there was no weight felt.

But the point of connection was different. Inside, Seoyul’s body clamped tightly around Taejoo’s cock, refusing to let go.

“Aren’t you going to move your hips properly?”

Taejoo growled, gripping Seoyul’s waist firmly. The skin under his fingers felt frozen, but inside, it was burning hot.

The tight hole couldn’t handle Taejoo’s thickness, stretching tautly. Each thrust made the cool inner walls tighten, sending a white-hot pleasure shooting down Taejoo’s spine.

“Ah, ugh! It hurts, it hurts… I’m so full…”

Seoyul tilted his head back, letting out a damp moan. Though he whimpered in pain, his hands on Taejoo’s shoulders didn’t loosen.

Instead, he pressed his hips down harder, swallowing Taejoo’s cock to the root, as if not wanting to miss a single drop of Taejoo’s essence, his hole twitching eagerly.

It was absurd. He looked so innocent, yet his hole was shamelessly lewd. Taejoo twisted his lips into a grin.

The screams of the thousands of ghosts that tormented Taejoo had stopped the moment he thrust into Seoyul’s hole.

The tinnitus that scratched at his brain was replaced by the wet sounds and Seoyul’s excited breaths.

“Hah… Damn, it’s so tight.”

When Taejoo thrust roughly, Seoyul’s body bounced helplessly. Even as tears welled up, his insides greedily sucked in Taejoo’s ‘yang’ energy.

The once cold belly, filled with Taejoo’s essence, became warm and alive, wrapping around his cock. The sensation of the twitching inner walls spread tinglingly from the tip of his cock to his waist.

“Ahh! It feels so good…!”

Seoyul wrapped his arms around Taejoo’s neck, breathing wetly into his ear. His words were obscenely provocative, yet his expression was as innocent as a newborn. It stirred Taejoo’s sadistic instincts.

Supporting Seoyul’s hips with one hand, Taejoo lifted his upper body. Seoyul’s legs, dangling like a naked bird, trembled.

Taejoo buried his nose in Seoyul’s nape. Instead of the stench of a rotting corpse, a cool, damp earthy scent, like a forest after rain, filled his lungs. The scent relaxed his nerves, which had been on edge for days, as if he had taken a drug.

“More… Give me more… Hng!”

Seoyul licked Taejoo’s earlobe, shaking his hips impatiently.

A hungry ghost. That was what he was.

Taejoo spread Seoyul’s thighs wide and thrust his raging cock deep inside.

“Ahhh! Ah, ugh!”

With each deep thrust, Seoyul’s body trembled, and wet moans escaped.

As Taejoo’s ‘yang’ energy filled Seoyul’s empty belly, his once translucent fingertips and toes gradually turned flesh-colored. It was Taejoo’s life force, painting him with color.

But he couldn’t stop. Without this cold, tight hole, he couldn’t sleep for even a second.

“Ha, damn… Do you like being handled like this?”

Taejoo asked, scraping Seoyul’s nipple with his teeth. Seoyul shook his head, but his hole clamped tightly around Taejoo’s cock.

‘You say no with your mouth, but your hole is dripping.’

The fluid that the ghost excreted was sticky and cold, running down Taejoo’s cock and soaking his balls.

Taejoo grabbed Seoyul’s hips and pounded mercilessly. The bed’s headboard thumped against the wall. As Seoyul’s eyes rolled back, Taejoo was at his limit too. His lower abdomen tightened with the urge to release.

“Ha, damn…!”

Taejoo poured out rough words into Seoyul’s ear, increasing his speed. Seoyul’s inner walls trembled wildly, squeezing his cock. The rougher the thrusts, the more essence Seoyul absorbed.

Seoyul’s body had become vividly human.

“No, don’t, if you come inside…! Ugh…”

Seoyul struggled, but Taejoo had no intention of letting him go.

“Take every last drop.”

Taejoo buried his cock deep enough to make Seoyul’s lower belly bulge and poured out his thick semen.

“Ahhhh!”

Seoyul screamed, digging his nails into Taejoo’s back. As the massive amount of ‘yang’ energy surged in at once, a bluish light burst from Seoyul’s body.

As Taejoo released inside Seoyul, his mind went blank, and the last remnants of noise vanished.

Taejoo collapsed heavily onto Seoyul’s heaving body. The cold fluid mixed with semen squelched at the point of union. Seoyul, belly full, looked at Taejoo with dazed eyes and giggled.

“Hehe… I’m full…”

Listening to that innocent voice, Taejoo slowly sank into pitch-black darkness.

It was the first perfect sleep he’d had in years, without even a dream.

This was their first transaction and the beginning of a bizarre cohabitation.

***

The musty smell of an old ‘japanese-style house’ and the sound of warped wood filled the air. The real estate agent had claimed that the place was so strong that low-level spirits wouldn’t dare approach, but it was nonsense.

“Ha, damn…”

Taejoo irritably grabbed a bottle of sleeping pills and tossed them into his mouth. He had built up such a tolerance that they no longer worked.

“Please, just go away…”

He pulled the blanket over his head, but it was a pointless gesture. Outside, hungry ghosts scratched at the window, screaming, and from the ceiling came the repeated sound of a rope snapping from a hanging ghost. In his ears, the constant buzzing of tinnitus was like insects crawling.

It was all because of the ‘yang’ energy he was born with. A body more coveted by the dead than the living. That was Kang Taejoo’s life.

In the end, Taejoo couldn’t sleep again. He kicked off the blanket and looked at the ceiling, rubbing his face dry.

“Is it the third day…?”

Work was piling up. He thought changing locations might help, so he rented a studio, but it was the same. He needed sleep to do anything, but closing his eyes only brought ghostly images behind his eyelids, and opening them revealed the real thing.

He wanted to gouge out his eyes and tear his eardrums. He barely held back the urge. Taejoo brushed his long bangs aside and sat up.

At that moment, something light descended gently from the ceiling, catching his eye. The musty smell vanished, replaced by a cool, refreshing scent.

He looked up with hazy eyes. Something white was hanging upside down from the ceiling, floating with its long arms dangling.

‘Another ghost.’

Taejoo closed his eyes tightly. Ignoring it was the answer.

“Wow! A new owner!”

The voice was different from the usual eerie metallic sounds ghosts made. It was so cheerful and bright. Taejoo frowned, and the thing hanging in the air spun around and landed lightly on the floor.

“Ahjussi! Can you see me? Can you hear me?”

The face suddenly thrust in front of him was unnaturally clean. No tears or blood, just smooth skin and puppy-like eyes. A loose gray hoodie. It seemed he hadn’t been dead long, retaining his appearance from life.

Taejoo turned his head without responding. The figure persistently followed his gaze, pushing its face closer.

“Wow! You smell really good! So warm. So hot.”

It sniffed around his neck, the cold aura brushing his skin. Goosebumps rose.

“Aren’t you going to go away?”

Taejoo growled low, unable to hold back. Despite the sharp tone, the figure widened its eyes instead of showing fear.

“Huh! You can really see me? Amazing! You’re the first person I can talk to!”

It crouched by Taejoo’s knee, resting its chin on its hand. Its eyes sparkled with curiosity. There was no fear or resentment about being dead. Just a face so pure it was almost foolish…

“Ahjussi, I’m hungry.”

Reacting here would only make things more troublesome. Taejoo pretended not to see it.

“Really! Can’t you just give me a bite?”

“…Crazy bastard.”

Taejoo cursed without realizing it and stood up. A ghost saying it’s hungry meant it wanted to suck out a living person’s energy.

“Ah! Just one bite, please! The smell is just too good. Please?”

As he headed to the studio, it clung persistently, grabbing his arm. At that moment, the buzzing tinnitus stopped abruptly.

Taejoo froze in place. The scratching of the hungry ghosts outside, the creaking of the ceiling, the thousands of whispers invading his ears.

All of it vanished as if it had been a lie.

Taejoo looked down incredulously at the figure holding his arm. From where it touched, a cool ‘yin’ energy spread.

The boiling ‘yang’ energy subsided, and the heat pressing on his mind slowly cooled. He felt his mind clearing for the first time in ages.

“Oh?! It stopped!”

As Taejoo halted, it rubbed its cheek against his arm, chattering away.

“My name is Lee Seoyul. I’m twenty-two. As for when I died… Hmm, I don’t remember!”

The more Seoyul burrowed into his arm, the more the low-level spirits seemed to retreat.

“You…”

Seoyul blinked up at Taejoo’s call.

“Yes?”

“What did you do?”

Taejoo’s voice was sharp with suspicion. Could the noise that plagued him his whole life disappear so easily? It had to be a trap. A cunning trick used by low-level spirits to ensnare people.

But Seoyul just tilted his head, clueless.

“Why…”

“…”

“Why are you mad? I didn’t do anything. It’s just that the smell was so good…”

Seoyul pouted, slowly letting go of his arm.

At that moment,

Screeeech!

The blocked noise flooded back in all at once. The ghosts’ screams tore at his eardrums, and the ceiling seemed to collapse with a deafening roar. Sharp tinnitus pierced his brain.

“Ugh…!”

Taejoo grimaced, staggering. The noise was even more painful after tasting a moment of silence. Instinctively, he flailed in the air. He had to survive. He grabbed Seoyul’s wrist roughly as he was about to move away.

As soon as Seoyul touched him, the surroundings became quiet again.

Taejoo breathed heavily, glaring at Seoyul in his grasp. Seoyul wasn’t a low-level spirit. He was absorbing Taejoo’s excessive ‘yang’ energy and replacing it with clear energy.

“Oh? Ahjussi, you’re okay now!”

Seoyul beamed, despite his wrist being gripped tightly, seemingly enjoying the warmth radiating from Taejoo’s hand.

“Ah, it’s warm. I feel full too…”

It was confusing. This pale ghost before him being a savior. He didn’t want to admit it. But hadn’t he already experienced it?

Taejoo’s gaze slowly changed. The wariness crumbled, replaced by a fierce survival instinct and possessiveness.

“You… What did you say your name was?”

“Lee Seoyul! Twenty-two!”

“Right, Lee Seoyul.”

Taejoo pulled Seoyul closer. His nose almost touched Taejoo’s chest.

“You said you were hungry?”

“Yes! Ahjussi, you smell so delicious…”

“Then I’ll let you eat.”

Taejoo guided the wrist he was holding to his waist.

“Stay by my side for a while.”

Taejoo led Seoyul to the bedroom. As soon as they entered, he tossed him onto the bed. The weightless body bounced lightly on the soft mattress like a ball.

“Huh? Ahjussi? W-wait. Why the bed…?”

Seoyul blinked in confusion, but Taejoo climbed on top of him instead of answering. Hugging the cool body, the surroundings fell silent. Perfect silence. Sleepiness, long absent, weighed heavily on his eyelids. Taejoo hugged Seoyul tightly and closed his eyes.

“Just stay still like this.”

“Uh… Aren’t you holding me too tight? I can’t breathe…”

A ghost can’t suffocate. Taejoo scoffed inwardly, burying his face in Seoyul’s nape.

This was the beginning of the most bizarre yet peaceful night Taejoo had ever experienced. Of course, that peace would have continued if Seoyul hadn’t slipped his hand inside Taejoo’s shirt.

“But, ahjussi…”

“Take your hand out.”

But Seoyul only pushed his hand deeper. The cold palm touched Taejoo’s chest.

“I want to eat this.”

“Crazy…”

Taejoo let out a disbelieving laugh. The sensation of the cold palm teasing his nipple was unfamiliar yet intense. Goosebumps should have risen, but pleasure coursed down his spine instead.

“Do you even know what you’re trying to eat?”

“Huh? Ahjussi’s chest! It smells so good here.”

Seoyul buried his nose in Taejoo’s chest, sniffing. Fingers slipped through the shirt buttons, flicking the hardened nipple.

“Stop it.”