CI 4.1

Won Hee-yeon moved relentlessly, as if responding to Son Yeo-il’s arousal. While Son Yeo-il was wriggling and performing tricks on top, Won Hee-yeon’s hip movements were faster than usual, perhaps struggling to hide some dark inner thoughts.

“Ah! Ah, aah!”

Each time the flesh column was thrust in with a splashing sound, Son Yeo-il’s insides convulsed wildly. Perhaps because the angle of penetration had become steeper, the spot at the front of the body was stimulated more intensely.

While Son Yeo-il was trembling and sobbing, barely able to breathe properly, Won Hee-yeon pressed his face close enough for his hot breath to reach Son Yeo-il’s ear and even looked down at Son Yeo-il’s body.

“Whew, baby.”

“Yes, nngh, ngh!”

“Look here. Hmm?”

Won Hee-yeon sinisterly whispered while tracing around Son Yeo-il’s navel with his hand. Even though it was difficult to maintain consciousness, Son Yeo-il forced open his eyes, feeling that Won Hee-yeon would be more mischievous if he didn’t follow instructions.

Looking down at where he was touching, Son Yeo-il’s lower abdomen was writhing in a strange shape. Wondering what this was, Son Yeo-il narrowed his eyes, and at that moment, Won Hee-yeon thrust his hips up forcefully again.

“Hnngh! Hnnngg…”

Even while gasping and moaning, Son Yeo-il couldn’t believe his eyes. Just as Won Hee-yeon had described in the hazy memory of their first meeting, Son Yeo-il’s stomach skin bulged out in the exact shape of Won Hee-yeon’s cock, then subsided again.

The fact that Won Hee-yeon’s organ was now stretching his abdomen struck Son Yeo-il in a very primal and explicit way. Of course, it was already an undeniable fact since that weapon-like thing was crushing Son Yeo-il’s hole as if intent on destroying his lower body, but seeing the result with his own eyes felt different.

“Hnng, hnn, aaah…”

It was embarrassing, and the fact that he was excited by this embarrassing situation was even more embarrassing. Son Yeo-il was nearly sobbing, but Won Hee-yeon kept talking as if he didn’t know what embarrassment was.

“Whew, I need to feed our baby more. Hmm? Hoo, still, huff, nothing but skin on your belly.”

“Ah, ah, ahhng.”

“Look, look at it bulging out here. Huff, hnn…Will it work? Won’t it work? Should I prepare some medicinal tonic?”

While Won Hee-yeon expressed concern with his words, he played with his cock roughly as if thinking it was okay to roll around with Son Yeo-il today since he would make him a tonic afterward anyway. Each time he thrust his cock in deeply as if pushing up to the solar plexus, Son Yeo-il’s lower abdomen writhed, and Won Hee-yeon persistently caressed the outline of his own organ as if proud of it.

Son Yeo-il felt like his head would spin from the stimulation. When the head of the cock hit the front wall where Won Hee-yeon’s hand was pressing, he even felt a strange fear, as if that spot might be pierced through.

“Ah, d-don’t touch it. Ahh, ugh!”

“You’re saying that again, whew, I’m touching what’s mine, hoo, what’s the problem?”

“Aah, t-there, don’t.”

Once again, Won Hee-yeon’s organ pounded the same spot, and Son Yeo-il shook his head urgently. The inside of his widely spread thighs trembled, and his breath came out in gasps. While Son Yeo-il felt like he was about to die, Won Hee-yeon was licking his earlobe languidly and even pinching his nipples with his other hand.

“Our husband, hnng, is really about to die from pleasure.”

I’m enjoying this? Son Yeo-il was flabbergasted, but the moans bursting from his throat definitely had a certain stickiness that made them not quite screams. Even he couldn’t differentiate whether the shivers running through him were clearly due to fear or pleasure.

While Son Yeo-il’s mind was in turmoil, Won Hee-yeon continued moving his hips without bothering to take a break. An overwhelming sensation of unknown origin pounded Son Yeo-il wildly. Son Yeo-il wanted to struggle, but Won Hee-yeon had him completely entwined, preventing any further movement.

“Ha, aah, no, ah, no, ya, hnngh!”

It was difficult to pinpoint what was the most wrong. The cock thrusting in as if to tear his stomach skin was probably the main issue, but the two hands that deliberately caressed sensitive spots and the darting tongue were all problematic.

Even more embarrassingly, Son Yeo-il’s organ, which had ejaculated twice and gone limp, was beginning to rise again. It dangled and moved on its own between his widely spread legs.

Son Yeo-il twitched his buttocks, wanting to close his thighs to hide his cock. But Won Hee-yeon interpreted this attempt as “Yeo-il rotating his hips on his own” and began to move more violently. After being helplessly penetrated with splashing sounds, Son Yeo-il decided to express his most urgent request.

“Haah, po-position, this position, hnn, difficult, ah, heek, it is.”

Eeng. Won Hee-yeon, the very person who had been making Son Yeo-il struggle, let out a short exclamation as if he hadn’t expected Son Yeo-il’s reaction at all, and loosened his hands that had been forcibly supporting below his chest.

Thinking he might feel better if he could at least bend his waist forward, Son Yeo-il quickly hunched his shoulders. As Son Yeo-il naturally shifted to a prone position, Won Hee-yeon completely covered Son Yeo-il’s back with his body. Firmly gripping and spreading both buttocks, he began to move his hips again.

“Nngh, haah, nnghh!”

Now Son Yeo-il was completely trapped beneath him. Though the position had changed, there was no sense of the flow being interrupted, and the excitement continued to escalate. If anything, this position seemed even more troublesome. Both the feeling of his organ rubbing between his lower abdomen and the bed sheets and Won Hee-yeon’s weight and body heat pouring down from behind created a dizzying effect.

Despite his whining, it seemed the position wasn’t the problem—Son Yeo-il himself was the problem. With nowhere else to escape, Son Yeo-il sobbed in resignation.

“Ah, hnng, good…”

The unfamiliar, frightening feeling and the overwhelming sensation of being roughly driven were, in fact, just different forms of pleasure. After letting out his honest feelings, he could no longer hold back.

“Ahh, ah, g-good. There, good. Haahngh!”

Won Hee-yeon’s hands gripping Son Yeo-il’s buttocks became burning hot. The cock shaft digging inside also felt hotter and more swollen. Won Hee-yeon showered sticky kisses on Son Yeo-il’s ear and shoulder.

“Huff, baby. Good?”

“Mmm, g-good. Hee-yeon, ssi. Nngh!”

“Haah, I’m going crazy…”

With that low murmur, Won Hee-yeon thrust inside his body urgently. Shaking his hips in small movements as if approaching his limit, Won Hee-yeon placed his hand over the back of Son Yeo-il’s hand. The moment their interlocked fingers fit perfectly together, Son Yeo-il reached climax once again. Simultaneously, Won Hee-yeon’s deeply inserted member also trembled.

“Hoo, hnnng.”

“Aah, ah…”

Both inside his body and Won Hee-yeon’s body covering his back were dizzyingly hot. Son Yeo-il, with his eyes closed, completely enveloped by Won Hee-yeon, floated around in his universe filled entirely with white light.

It was so strange that he felt such stability while feeling so distant and dizzy. Though the feeling was indescribable, if he had to choose a word to describe it, Son Yeo-il would say ‘happy’ would be it.

***

“So why weren’t you answering calls that night? I was worried.”

At a cafe near the law office in Baegi-dong, Yongju City. Faced with Oh Yu-na’s question, Son Yeo-il felt embarrassed, unable to answer despite having a mouth.

Last Saturday, Son Yeo-il had infiltrated a gay bar after receiving orders to collect evidence and had beautifully accomplished his goal. To be precise, it was Won Hee-yeon who accomplished it, but anyway…

Obtaining better evidence than expected was good, but getting caught up in irrational jealousy and being too busy rolling around with his lover to report back to the client was something to reflect on. By the time he woke up the next day with his body completely worn out, several missed calls from Oh Yu-na had accumulated on his phone.

“Ah, ahaha…I’m sorry. I fell asleep because I was tired.”

Though it was true he had passed out from fatigue, he couldn’t possibly tell her the detailed circumstances leading up to that point. Though he glossed over it, Oh Yu-na answered with a shudder as if she could guess from Son Yeo-il’s reddened face.

“Aah. I suppose so. Anyway, did you say you finished reviewing everything?”

Although he had briefly lost his senses that day, Son Yeo-il was definitely a professional. As soon as he gathered his wits the next day, the first thing Son Yeo-il did was inform Oh Yu-na that he had obtained decisive evidence.

When he said he would brief her once the materials were neatly organized, the impatient woman, as if every hour was precious, came directly to Yongju City two days later.

“Yes. This are the photos from the weekend arranged in a timeline for easier understanding, and this is the draft of the document to be submitted to the court.”

Since there were so many shocking photos, Son Yeo-il had briefly worried whether it would be okay to show all of these to Oh Yu-na while organizing the evidence.

Discovering that her former fiancé was not only gay but had sent messages to his sex partner saying things like “I’m annoyed about being forced to marry” or “Today is the day to look at our newlywed home, so let’s meet late at night” would surely shock even someone like her.

“Whew…”

After examining the photos, Oh Yu-na let out a deep sigh. Son Yeo-il, who had expected her to cry or faint, quickly reached for the handkerchief he had prepared in his jacket’s inner pocket. However, unexpectedly, she began to laugh while clutching her stomach. It was a very refreshing, satisfying laugh as if she found it thoroughly delightful.

“Pfu, puhahah, ah, I’m sorry. It’s just so funny. Ahem, hem. Well done. This exceeds my expectations, really. How did you manage to get ahold of all this?”

For a moment, Son Yeo-il almost said, “That was all my Hee-yeon,” boasting about his lover in front of a client about to break off an engagement, but he managed to recover his professional self and praised the client instead.

“It’s all thanks to your help, Yu-na. You informed me that Koo Dae-hyun would go there, and you prepared the clothes and everything else for that day.”

“Ah, the unnies said they had a lot of fun. They said if you two come to visit often, they’d dress you up nicely like that day.”

Would that be fun? Momentarily intrigued, Son Yeo-il soon dismissed the thought. While Son Yeo-il did enjoy seeing Won Hee-yeon in clothes he didn’t usually wear, the sex became too intense because of it, so it probably wasn’t something they could do frequently. Son Yeo-il maintained a subtle professional smile as he got to the main point.

“Thank you for the offer. Now, how would you like to proceed with this case? With this level of evidence, you can go in any direction you wish. We can file a lawsuit immediately, or if you prefer to negotiate with the other party first, that’s also possible.”

“Hmm…actually, what I’d most like to do is distribute this at his company. But that won’t work, right?”

At Oh Yu-na’s words, Son Yeo-il briefly felt a thrill imagining making a banner of Koo Dae-hyun’s lewd photos and hanging it at the entrance of the Koo & Chang building. However, in reality, that kind of satisfying revenge would only backfire.

“I don’t recommend that. It might feel good, but you’d definitely be sued for defamation, 100%.”

“I thought so. What I want is to ensure that neither Koo Dae-hyun nor his family can do anything about this evidence before we start anything. If public disclosure is difficult, would it be better to submit it directly to the court?”

“Yes. That direction would be better.”

“And if possible, I’d like Koo Dae-hyun’s father to know about this case before he finds out about it. That would be the quicker and more certain way to make him suffer.”

She was indeed a smart client. Son Yeo-il narrowed his eyes and considered the path briefly.

“I’m not sure if it’s a method I can recommend, but there is a way that perfectly matches what you described.”

“Tell me anything.”

“When a creditor provisionally seizes a debtor’s claim, the notification is delivered to the third debtor before the debtor. In this case, since Koo Dae-hyun is working at Koo & Chang, Koo & Chang is the third debtor for his salary claim, so…”

“Explain it so I can understand.”

“Hmm, I apologize. What I mean is, if we provisionally seize the salary Koo Dae-hyun receives from Koo & Chang, the notification about this case will go to Koo & Chang before Koo Dae-hyun himself. Such documents would probably be received by the general affairs or HR department, so the news will spread among regular employees as well.”

Oh Yu-na’s eyes lit up as if to say “That’s perfect!”, and Son Yeo-il quickly added, “However, the problem is that a large cash security deposit is required. Courts are cautious about seizing salary claims. It’s money you’ll get back if you win, but if we set the case value at 1 billion won, you’d probably need to deposit about 300-400 million won in cash…”

“Let’s do it.”

Unlike Son Yeo-il’s cautious tone, Oh Yu-na answered decisively. She was smiling confidently right then and there.

“It’s a bit expensive for trash disposal costs, but it’s not an amount I can’t afford. When do I need to prepare it by? Now?”

Oh Yu-na nonchalantly tried to access her banking app. According to the materials she provided for the engagement cancellation lawsuit, her family was as wealthy as the CEO of Koo & Chang, and she, herself, was actively working as an art dealer.

It was a situation where an excellent woman in many ways had almost gotten entangled with an insignificant man and was now escaping. Son Yeo-il liked both the fact that such a magnificent woman was his client and that he was leading such rewarding work.

“I’ll file the provisional seizure application today, and I’ll contact you as soon as we receive the security request. When we get the seizure decision, shall we also file the complaint right away?”

“Sounds good. So when will this provisional seizure thing…”

While the consultation was in full swing, Son Yeo-il’s phone suddenly rang. Son Yeo-il was horrified to discover that the contact name on the screen read “Hee-yeon♡♡♡♡♡.”

Five hearts? When did he change it to that?

With trembling hands due to shock, Son Yeo-il pressed the hold button and hastily apologized to his client.

“I’m sorry. I thought I had put it on silent, but suddenly a call…hahaha.”

As she gave him another look as if she were looking at one of a pair of cockroaches, Son Yeo-il spoke again as if changing the subject.

“Ahem, ahem. After depositing the amount ordered by the court, the provisional seizure decision usually comes the next day, and barring any special circumstances, that decision will go straight to Koo & Chang…”

But at that moment, his phone screen began to flash again. He had quickly turned off the ringtone, but even just the light from the screen created tremendous pressure.

Son Yeo-il’s boyfriend, who could rightfully be called the king of supporting his partner, seemed determined to play the role of disruptor today. As Son Yeo-il floundered, not knowing what to do, Oh Yu-na clicked her tongue and gathered her bag.

“You’re being dramatic. I understand enough. Let’s end our talk here today and decide the rest after seeing how the Koo family reacts. Deposit, did you say? Anyway, let me know when I need to transfer the money.”

“A-Are you leaving already? You came all the way here…”

“It’s not that much trouble–when I came last time, I discovered a nice antique shop, so I came to visit there as well. I’ll see you next time.”

Oh Yu-na left with an incredibly cool goodbye, and Son Yeo-il, who had been bowing like a flip phone out of embarrassment, answered the phone with a sharp expression.

“Hee-yeon, I was in the middle of a consultation.”

To his snappy words, Won Hee-yeon responded with a slightly awkward and exaggerated tone from the other end of the line.

“Well, you see. There was some document envelope in the car, and I wondered if it was yours.”

A normal person might have pretended to be confused and asked “Documents?” but the sharp-witted Son Yeo-il immediately refuted.

“That’s impossible. When I got into your car earlier, I was only carrying my phone.”

“Is that so? I made a big mistake then. But what about now, is it Go Yu-na? Are you still with that client?”

“It’s Oh Yu-na. She just left.”