There’s a saying that starting is half the battle. When it came to Cha Uijae, Lee Sa-young thought the old sages’ proverb fit remarkably well.

Is it because he’s an old fogey?

A month had passed since the day they first touched each other’s genitals. It had started with the unfortunate incident of a cracked rib, but as time went on, Cha Uijae became increasingly cooperative. When Sa-young slipped an arm around his waist and casually asked, “Can we do it today?” Uijae might twist free and run with practiced skill, but he no longer kicked him. And even the frequency of running away had gone down.

Sometimes, Uijae climbed on top of Sa-young first and kissed him.

It was tremendous progress.

Still, Lee Sa-young didn’t rush penetration. If he put it in? Of course it would feel good. But no matter how sturdy Uijae was, he would still feel pain.

Sa-young wanted Uijae’s first penetration to be completely painless—to feel nothing but pleasure. He knew Cha Uijae endured pain well. That was exactly why he wanted to give him only pleasure.