KTS Ch 10
by soapa“N-Nothing like that will ever happen.”
“I don’t trust verbal promises.”
“You know everything if I lie anyway.”
“Circumstances can always change.”
Woojung stared at the absurd demands he was making, his face deathly pale.
“If you hate it that much, there’s another way.”
“What kind of way?”
“We could go right now and implant a tracking chip in Cheon Woojung’s body….”
Woojung rubbed the goosebumps that had broken out on his arm and asked.
“What’s the… the other way?”
“You could wear a dog collar and be tied up under my desk for 24 hours.”
“…I’ll use the card.”
“I was going to get it from you anyway. Thanks to Cheon Woojung, I’ve just wasted my time.”
“……”
“Don’t even dream of trying anything funny.”
“Yes….”
“Then enjoy yourself to your heart’s content. Where I can see you.”
Sa Gongjun disappeared after leaving only those words. Woojung clutched his head, which felt even dizzier than before, and groaned in bed.
“Excuse me.”
Secretary Choi entered the bedroom. Behind him appeared a man dressed in an Oxford shirt and cotton trousers. The man removed the IV needle from the back of Woojung’s hand and gave him a few words of caution.
Despite the kind voice, he couldn’t concentrate at all. It seemed that Woojung was the only one who felt awkward about the current situation.
Just endure it for a little longer. As soon as I get off at Incheon Port, I’ll be able to get out of here.
While he was calming his stomach, the tedious explanation that had been droning in his ears came to an end. All that remained in Woojung’s ears were the words to eat well and rest well.
After arriving at Incheon Port, Woojung waited for his turn to cross the bridge and looked into the distance.
Several pairs of eyes, noticing Woojung who had appeared late, latched onto him. They stole glances at the bundle of high-end brand shopping bags that were impossible to afford on a staff member’s salary.
The gazes of the beta staff members turned sharp. Woojung’s pattern of disappearing and reappearing was strikingly similar to the patterns shown by the alpha or omega staff members.
Woojung ignored them all. He bowed his head and looked at the floor. His two eyes were wide and blank, focusing on nothing. He put strength into his knees, which trembled like a newborn animal’s, and thought only of going home.
The section chief walked past, patting the shoulders of the staff lined up in a long row. This was a job the manager would have normally done.
“Good work, everyone. Go home and get some good rest, and I’ll see you next week.”
The voice that said so sounded excited.
Woojung followed the employees and walked to the shuttle bus stop. Limp, limp. His steps were unsteady. It was what happened while he catnapped to serve lounge passengers and offered up his body to cater to Sa Gongjun’s bizarre sexual tastes.
Secretary Choi, who was waiting at the entrance, approached Woojung.
“Mr. Woojung, this way for a moment.”
“Yes.”
As soon as they were some distance away from the staff, Secretary Choi quickly took the shopping bags that filled both of Woojung’s hands.
“The Executive Director had an urgent matter come up at the company. I am here to take you home in his place.”
“It’s okay. It’s a quick trip if I take the shuttle bus.”
“Please get in.”
Secretary Choi immediately opened the passenger side door. Then he stood behind Woojung to block him from backing away.
After hesitating, Woojung slowly crawled into the car. He then sat down, putting his weight on one buttock. For a while, his rear was so sore that he couldn’t even think of sitting with his buttocks flat on a chair.
Without asking Woojung, Secretary Choi set the destination on the navigation system. The goshiwon was designated as a shortcut button. Belying his words that it would be a quick trip by bus, an announcement came on stating that it would take 1 hour and 37 minutes to reach the destination. It seemed like the commute home would be even more difficult than being crammed into a crowded subway.
Woojung clasped his hands on his thighs.
I thought I could go back to my daily life once I got off the cruise. I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with Sa Gongjun once I got out of bed.
I definitely got off the cruise.
I’m sure I got off….
In the quiet car, the face that looked at the blurring scenery was unspeakably pale. Something was going wrong.
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The time on days off flowed by far too quickly.
He checked his phone and saw that one day had simply passed, and it was now dinnertime the next day. Can a person sleep for this long? He couldn’t believe it and even turned his phone off and on again. He hadn’t seen it wrong.
Woojung, who had been spending his time in bed, got up at the sound of his stomach growling. After eating regularly for two weeks, he was hungry after skipping just a few meals.
He put on his padded jacket and took a shopping bag to the large neighborhood supermarket. He looked over the fruit section, which was piled high on the display stand at the entrance. He wanted to eat this and he wanted to eat that, but after some thought, he bought only a banana. Instead, he chose instant rice and bought canned ham and tuna in a bundle. He also bought cup noodles instead of bagged ramen. He stood there for a long time choosing what to buy, and he liked it so much.
The line at the checkout was long, perhaps because it was rush hour. Woojung was only able to meet the cashier after letting three teams go ahead. The beeping sound of the barcode scanner went off several times.
“That will be sixty-three thousand nine hundred won.”
Woojung fumbled through his pocket. Two fifty-thousand-won bills came out, and the card Sa Gongjun had given him.
He did tell me to use the card.
He was worried that using this card would get him further entangled with Sa Gongjun. And he was also bothered by the fact that he had come to the supermarket when he was hungry and had bought more than usual. As he hesitated, holding cash and the card in his hands, gazes from in front and behind him flew to him, urging him on.
Ah, I don’t know. Woojung held out the card. It seemed better to do this than to suffer some terrible consequence for not doing as he was told.
“I’ll pay with this, please.”
“How would you like to pay?”
“Uh….”
“We offer up to three months of interest-free installments.”
During his part-time jobs, he had only ever received cards handed to him; this was the first time he was using one. Woojung fumbled for a moment, then did as the cashier said.
“Three-month installments, please.”
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For several days, he had only been moving back and forth within the triangle zone of his bed, the kitchen, and the bathroom.
A message came to Woojung’s phone. Woojung, who was eating at a corner of his desk, jumped in surprise and clutched his phone. After checking the sender, Woojung heaved a sigh of relief. It was Seo Dowon, whom he had promised to meet today.
Seo Dowon: Woojung
Yeah?
Seo Dowon: When we meet, do you want to meet with the Santa hyungnim who was in the program with us? Chankyu-hyung said he’s bored and wants to join us.
Yeah, that’s great
After showering, he chose what to wear. He suddenly remembered the first day he met Seo Dowon. He thought he had teased him a lot about what he was wearing.
After much deliberation, Woojung put on the new clothes Sa Gongjun had given him. He wore the pants that fit him as if they were tailored, put on a white knit sweater, and threw on a dark gray coat. He wondered if it would be okay since it was so thin, but it was surprisingly warm and cozy.
Then he turned his phone on again. Sa Gongjun, who had threatened him to answer immediately if he called, hadn’t sent a single message, let alone a call.
He felt relieved, but at the same time, he was anxious, not knowing when he might be contacted again. But he didn’t want to contact him first. Woojung charged his phone to a full 100% and left the house.
He had plenty of time before the appointment. He stopped by a hair salon near his house and got his hair cut. He had intended to take care of everything at once on a day he went out, but he unexpectedly ended up getting a blowout as well.
Woojung, who arrived at the meeting spot first, looked for a place to wait. He took out his phone by one of the walls. In the group chat, messages like ‘I’ll be there in 10 minutes,’ ‘I’m here but I can’t find the way,’ were flooding in. Just as he was sending a message saying, ‘Take your time,’ someone spoke to him.
“Excuse me.”
Woojung lifted his head. The person nodded with a business smile. Then, he asked bluntly.
“Are you perhaps a trainee?”
“Ah… no.”
“An aspiring actor then? What’s your agency?”
“……”
“You don’t have one? Ah, that’s a relief. I’m not a weird person, I’m a casting director at Yoonsung Entertainment….”
The man handed Woojung a business card and started explaining. It was then that Woojung turned his head, looking around his surroundings.
“…Oh? Woojung-ah.”
“Hello.”
Park Chankyu, who had been the Santa staff, appeared at the meeting place first. Woojung approached him happily. The man who called himself a casting director said to be sure to contact him several more times before moving away.
“Have you been waiting long?”
“No, I just got here too.”
“But who was that over there, someone you know?”
“No. I’ve never seen him before. Just a passerby….”
“But why was he shoving his face in like that. You have a gentle face, so you could get caught by someone on the street and dragged off to a strange place, so you need to walk around with fierce eyes. Like this.”
Park Chankyu used his fingers to pull up the corners of his eyes. A defenseless smile appeared on Woojung’s face.
“Is it because it’s not a uniform… you have a completely different vibe. You and Seo Dowon must have a line of people asking to meet you, a long line.”
“That’s not the case.”
“That’s because all you do is go from home to the cruise to home. Just walk around outside a bit. You’ll see I’m right.”
Park Chankyu smiled a good-natured smile. From a distance, Seo Dowon, wearing a long white padded coat, came running.
“Sorry I’m late. Ah, it’s cold, let’s go inside. Let’s go, let’s go!”
Seo Dowon linked arms with Park Chankyu and Woojung on either side and entered the building. He took the two of them to a family restaurant. As if he were used to such places, he ordered with practiced ease.
“Cheers.”
Park Chankyu raised his lemonade and called for a toast.
“Alright, let’s formally introduce ourselves. This is Park Chankyu-hyung, and here is Cheon Woojung.”
Park Chankyu smiled at Woojung.
“Is there anyone on the cruise who doesn’t know Woojung?”
“That’s true, hyung.”
The two of them tilted their glasses with Woojung in front of them. Woojung also had a drink to match.
Park Chankyu passed the steak over to Woojung and Seo Dowon. It was a different kind of dish from the fancy cuisine served on the cruise, but it was delicious.
Seo Dowon asked.
“Is it good?”
“Yeah. You eat too.”
For a moment, the three of them ate without a word. Seo Dowon was happy to be eating something delicious, and Park Chankyu said he felt awkward because all eyes were on them now that he was with them.
The conversation began after they had filled their stomachs. Seo Dowon and Park Chankyu talked about the cruise, with a little bit of badmouthing about the section chief mixed in.
Woojung liked the trivial company talk they were having in this setting. He also liked that he had gotten to know one more person besides Seo Dowon.
The meal ended not long after. When Woojung fumbled in his pocket, Park Chankyu’s expression turned serious.
“You kids put away your snot-nosed money.”
Woojung was pushed back behind the counter. Seo Dowon put an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a hug, and said.
“It’s fine, that hyungnim drives a Mercedes. Working on the cruise is just a hobby for him.”
“…Still.”
Park Chankyu, having finished paying, laughed heartily and slapped Woojung on the back. It was a spot that Sa Gongjun had pressed down on heavily, so it hurt enough to make the tip of his nose tingle and his eyes well up with tears. But he couldn’t show it.
This time, Park Chankyu moved with Woojung and Seo Dowon linked on either side of him.
“Let’s go for round two, round two. We have to do the year-end party properly.”
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Late at night, Woojung’s steps were slow as he returned to his neighborhood.
He had definitely laughed and talked for hours, but looking back, he couldn’t remember what he had laughed about. Still, it was nice. They had said they would meet again, so he could just make new stories then.
Woojung’s gaze, as he was heading home, turned to one place. The lights were on in the corner shop. Woojung fumbled in his coat pocket.
Woojung walked to the hot dog shop, which was barely a pyeong in size.
“Welcome.”
With a slightly more practiced hand than when he had first handed it over at the supermarket, he held out the card.
“One Myeongrang hot dog, please.”
“Ah, we have a new self-ordering machine now. You can do it yourself.”
“Oh, okay.”
Woojung touched the screen and easily placed his order. He also tried swiping the card. There was a time he had waited for a part-time job opening here, but now he was inwardly disappointed that a self-ordering machine had been installed.
He stood behind the glass display case and watched the hot dog being made. The sizzling sound of the oil was pleasant to hear. His mouth filled with saliva.
The part-timer held the finished hot dog and asked Woojung.
“Would you like sugar on it?”
“A lot, please.”
Woojung was handed the hot dog. On top of the sugar, he squeezed cheddar cheese sauce and ketchup, and also sprinkled a lot of parmesan cheese powder.
“Goodbye.”
He left the store, listening to the employee’s tired voice.
He took a big bite of the hot dog. Both his cheeks puffed up. It was fine even if sauce got on the corners of his mouth and sugar powder fell on his coat. This was much more delicious than the steak he had eaten earlier.
On the way home, tangerines were piled high on a handcart by the side of the road. Three thousand won. Woojung, without realizing it, stood in front of the man and turned out his pockets. A fifty-thousand-won bill came out.
“Oh, I don’t have change.”
I should have exchanged it for ten-thousand-won bills if I knew this would happen.
The vendor read Woojung’s expression like a hawk.
“I don’t have change, but I take cards for purchases of five thousand won or more.”
“Then I’ll take five thousand won worth, please.”
When I get home, I should peel tangerines while watching videos I’ve missed on my phone. Sa Gongjun’s shiny card was swiped through the old, rough portable reader.
Holding food in both hands, he was walking briskly down the road when he came face to face with a pitch-black car pulling up beside him. Woojung stuck close to the side of the road and put the hot dog in his mouth.
When Woojung stopped walking, the car’s speed slowed to match his.
The rear window rolled down, and his eyes met with the person in the car.
Woojung stopped chewing and halted his steps. The hot dog, which had been going down so deliciously, got stuck in his throat and wouldn’t go down.
The person he thought he wouldn’t see for a while appeared before his eyes.
“You don’t listen to a word I say, do you.”
He started to hiccup.
“What do you have a phone for?”
He took the phone out of his pocket. He had been looking at it for days, so why did it turn out like this now.
“…The, the battery died.”
The old phone’s battery drained at a remarkable speed. Woojung leaned his back against a neighbor’s wall and stood in punishment for a moment.
The driver got out. He opened the back door and bowed politely toward Woojung. Woojung also bowed.
“He says to get in.”
Woojung swallowed the hot dog mid-chew.
“After I finish this….”
He said, watching the unfamiliar driver’s expression. After backing away for a moment, the driver relayed some words to Sa Gongjun. Sa Gongjun, who was holding his forehead in the back seat, nodded.
“He says to bring it with you.”
Woojung bent over and got into the back seat.
The inside of the car was saturated with the unique pheromone scent he had smelled in Sa Gongjun’s suite. The memory, summoned unconsciously, made his skin itch, so he shifted his body slightly as he sat.
It was too quiet. He couldn’t even hear the sound of the wheels turning, only the rustling of the black plastic bag in his hand.
It was when Woojung, who had been watching him furtively, took a bite of his hot dog.
The car went over a speed bump. Woojung forgot the soreness in his buttocks and cupped his palm under the hot dog. Sugar fell right onto his palm and his coat.
Woojung looked once at the hot dog he hadn’t even eaten half of, and once at Sa Gongjun.
“……”
“……”
Just as the car windows fogged up from the temperature difference, Woojung’s vision became just as blurry.
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Woojung looked out the car window.
People pulling up their coats and returning home, people standing out on the edge of the sidewalk trying to catch a taxi, people coming and going from places with flashing neon signs, all flew past.
Zzzzing. The partition to the driver’s seat went up.
Woojung looked at Sa Gongjun, who was sitting opposite him.
Sa Gongjun fixed his gaze on Woojung and spread his legs wide. By now, Woojung knew well what that gesture meant.
Woojung placed the black bag on the seat and put the wooden chopsticks on top of it. Then he knelt between Sa Gongjun’s legs. The strong smell of alcohol wafted from his body.
He had heard that office workers are busy with company dinners at the end of the year. For a moment, Woojung pictured Sa Gongjun buying his employees drinks and meat, telling them they had worked hard.
It was a terrible fit. That was the image of an ideal boss he had held in his heart, not one he could expect to see in Sa Gongjun. Even as he tried to picture various scenes, only ones that were difficult to match with him came to mind.
He sat on the floor and looked up at Sa Gongjun. Their eyes met for a moment, then he looked back down. To the neatly tied tie knot, to the jacket that was spread open on both sides, to the tightly fastened belt buckle.
The fingertips, filled with the winter wind, unbuckled the belt. With a clack and a zip, the trouser zipper came down. Woojung slid his fingers between the briefs. With a low hum, the muscles in Sa Gongjun’s legs tensed up.
Woojung quickly withdrew his hand. Unlike his own fingertips which held the cold, Sa Gongjun’s body was very warm. It felt like he would shout at any moment, “Where do you think you’re sticking such hands?”
He clenched and unclenched his fists, then rubbed his hands together. His hands moved busily, trying to build up heat.
Just when he was getting anxious because his hands weren’t warming up quickly, Woojung shoved his hands under the collar of his shirt and hunched his shoulders. This way warmed them up faster. It was a fact he knew well from doing it many times at the goshiwon, but he had no idea why he was only remembering it now.
“What are you doing?”
“My hands are cold, so I’m trying to warm them up before I do it.”
“See, why did you wander around outside instead of staying put.”
“…I had plans.”
“Plans?”
Sa Gongjun muttered in a low voice.
“I believe the condition was that you would spread your legs whenever I wanted. Is my memory incorrect?”
Woojung’s expression hardened.
What if he decides to call everything off because he doesn’t like it and tries to harm me.
“Well, it’s the end of the year, so there was a year-end party.”
“Do I have to take into consideration Cheon Woojung’s social life as well?”
His tone was sharp. Woojung clamped his mouth shut, trying not to show that he was trembling. He lowered his gaze. A pair of shiny shoes came up onto Woojung’s knees. Tap, tap. The toe of the shoe striking his knees rhythmically was quite menacing. It felt like he could be kicked at any moment.
“Raise your head.”
Without lifting a finger, Sa Gongjun brought Woojung’s gaze back to its original place. He couldn’t take his eyes off the cheeks that were flushed red from wandering in the cold. It was because the color reminded him of the area below, which had turned crimson after being filled with a cock again and again.
Sa Gongjun’s palm cupped Woojung’s head. With delicate fingers, he rummaged through Woojung’s hair and around his ears, turning his gaze out the car window.
Could it be that my tastes have changed, as someone once said?
He wanted to spread the legs of this young omega who would disappear without a trace if crushed, and chew on his groin. He wanted to pound his cock into this dull-witted staff member, whose learning ability was close to zero and who was so stupid no one could stand before him, until he collapsed. He wanted to release his pheromones until his front and back were thoroughly soaked, then suck him dry to his heart’s content.
No masterpiece painting, no great work of art, would be more interesting than this. Rather than offering up a few outdated pieces of art, putting a stripped Cheon Woojung on a pedestal would capture his interest more.
With those thoughts, he closed his stinging eyes.
He had the illusion that the omega’s scent was rising from below his feet. Sa Gongjun bent his waist and buried his nose in Woojung’s hair. He took a deep breath.
What in the world could not be done?
And what in the world had not gone his way until now?
Sa Gongjun, who had been tapping his fingertips on the armrest, pressed a button attached to one side of the back seat.
“Go to Yeonhui-dong.”
— Yes, sir.
The driver’s voice flowed from the car’s built-in speaker. Only then did Woojung realize that besides Sa Gongjun and himself, there was someone else in this small space.
“Suck it.”
“…Here?”
“Should we do it outside then?”
Colorful lights from outside cast shadows on Sa Gongjun’s face. Across his high nose bridge and straight forehead, a red light fell on one side of his face, and a dreadful darkness fell on the other side where the light did not reach.
The moving car gradually slowed down. It was because it had been caught by a traffic light at an intersection. A drunkard outside said, “Double fare to Uijeongbu.”
Hearing that, Woojung’s mind snapped to attention. Woojung buried his face in Sa Gongjun’s lower abdomen. Feeling the soft texture of the shirt and the end of the tie tickling his ear, he opened his mouth.
With a hand warmed by his body heat, he pulled down Sa Gongjun’s briefs. His cock was pressed against his right thigh. He carefully slid his hand in. After fumbling a few times, he took out the cock that was stuck to the right thigh and held it.
While the car was moving, Woojung buried his face between Sa Gongjun’s legs and sucked his cock greedily. Even when he buried his head and pressed his lips against the shaft of the cock, he didn’t feel as disgusted as before.
He did it diligently. He took the head in his mouth and opened his mouth as wide as he could. With a gulping sound, Woojung swallowed the shaft deep into his throat. When it became difficult to breathe and he held just the head in his mouth for a moment, Sa Gongjun’s hand pressed down on Woojung’s head.
“If you’re going to do it, do it properly.”
“Oo, eugh!”
Tears welled up in his eyes as a physiological reaction. The hand on the back of Woojung’s head urged him to pump. Woojung gripped Sa Gongjun’s thighs and repeatedly let out hot breaths. As he suffocated, his throat tightened and his mouth tensed up.
“Keub…. Ha-eut.”
“Hoo….”
Unable to hold back, Woojung pulled his head back. The glistening penis stood up stiffly. Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung by the hair and pulled him close to his crotch. The slippery shaft of the cock brushed against Woojung’s cheek.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Woojung opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Thwack, thwack-thwack. The shaft of the cock slapped Woojung’s cheek. It poked his right cheek and then tapped repeatedly around his mouth. Sa Gongjun rubbed the head against his lips before placing it on Woojung’s eyelid.
The fully erect penis struck Woojung’s eye area. The fleshy shaft, with its bulging veins, moved on its own. Woojung’s lips opened and closed repeatedly to match it.
Spurt. A long stream of semen covered Woojung’s eyelid. Woojung closed his eyes and waited for the next. The time it took Sa Gongjun to release the second load of semen, which followed immediately after the first, was longer. Drip. The semen that flowed down his cheek pooled at the corner of his parted mouth.
The tongue that was outside moved slowly. It licked the semen pooled on his plump lower lip and sucked on his upper lip. He reached out, wrapped his hand around the base of Sa Gongjun’s cock, and wiped the surrounding area clean. It was the thought that if he didn’t do this, the man would say something, so he had to block the loud scolding in advance.
“Did you not have dinner?”
“…I ate.”
Sa Gongjun pulled Woojung’s head, pressing it close between his legs.
“You pounced on me like someone who hadn’t had a single meal, so I thought you had starved.”
“……”
“Eat more.”
He didn’t want to get hit. He wanted to have his teeth knocked out even less. Woojung knew well by now. The fact that if he pretended to cooperate on the outside like this, a brief period of peace would follow.
I have to finish this quickly and go back to the goshiwon.
Woojung rubbed his cheek against him, then opened his mouth again and took the cock. Will there be a bus on the way back? If not, I’ll have to wait until morning and take the first bus. The winter dawn will be very cold, so it will be a little tough. With those thoughts, he closed his fluttering eyes.
“Ah.”
Sa Gongjun snatched Woojung’s arm.
Woojung ended up on Sa Gongjun’s lap in an awkward position. The face-to-face posture was awkward, but not unbearable.
Before he could even sit down properly with his buttocks settled, Sa Gongjun brought his lips to Woojung’s neck. With every large breath he exhaled, a damp breath touched him.
The black plastic bag rustled.
Sa Gongjun picked out the three tangerines Woojung had brought with one hand.
Woojung received the three tangerines with both hands.
The corner of Sa Gongjun’s mouth went up. He took off Woojung’s coat, undid his pants, and exposed his buttocks. Unlike the quietly running car, Woojung’s heart pounded as if it would leap out of his mouth.
“…Executive Director.”
Sa Gongjun’s arm crossed Woojung’s back diagonally. He gripped his shoulder firmly to keep Woojung from moving and pressed his lips to his ear.
“Why did you buy something like this?”
“They looked delicious, so I was going to eat them as a snack. Would you like to try some, Executive Director?”
“Cheon Woojung-ssi bought them, so Cheon Woojung-ssi should eat them. Here, say ah.”
A quiet space. It was when Woojung, sitting on Sa Gongjun’s lap, looked down at him and opened his mouth.
“Heuk!”
Sa Gongjun’s fingertips fumbled with his tightly closed hole and spread it open. Woojung’s body fell backward. Sa Gongjun wrapped his palm around Woojung’s back and easily pressed him against his chest.
Woojung reached out and pulled Sa Gongjun’s shoulder in for a hug. He tried pressing his forehead against his shoulder and grabbing his forearm, but he didn’t budge at all.
The middle finger went between the hole. Woojung straightened his back and diligently inhaled short, broken breaths. With a sucking, slurping sound, the middle finger dug into his hole.
“Eut….”
“Why is it still so swollen. How annoying.”
The hand that was slowly rubbing between his buttocks pressed down hard in one spot. Sa Gongjun quickly moved his finger and scratched one spot. A clear fluid burst out from the crevice that had been tightly gripping the finger. As the slippery lubricant wet his hand, Sa Gongjun pressed and spread the entrance firmly before withdrawing his hand. Then he thrust it into Woojung’s mouth.
“Eup.”
The tangerines that were wedged between Sa Gongjun and Woojung burst. The squashed tangerines fell somewhere in the back seat.
“Lick it well, unless you want to burst like a tangerine instead, Cheon Woojung-ssi.”
Woojung rubbed his nose against Sa Gongjun’s hand and stuck out his tongue. He licked and licked until the palm was soaked. Not only might he burst like a tangerine, but he might also be skewered on the leftover hot dog stick.
“Heu-eu, eut….”
The saliva-drenched finger entered deep into his back hole. At the same time as his palm pressed down and blocked the entrance, Woojung pressed his forehead against Sa Gongjun’s shoulder and collapsed. His hole was completely soaked.
“Keep holding it well until we arrive. So I can fuck you right away.”
Shame and humiliation tangled together and struck Woojung’s head. Without a single word about where they were going, without even the barest of greetings before or after, to be in a situation where they were just rubbing flesh like this.
As he trembled all over in confusion, Sa Gongjun asked if he was doing it because he liked it and squeezed and twisted his buttock. Woojung, in a state of extreme tension, nodded his head, saying that he liked it.
“Want more?”
Woojung had to grab the wrist of Sa Gongjun, who casually added another finger right after. Hot steam mixed with his short, bursting breath. Sa Gongjun’s pheromones mixed in with Woojung’s breath. As he helplessly drank it all in, his body staggered from the sudden rush of heat.
“I asked if you wanted more.”
“Haeuk, heup. …Yes.”
The sounds, soaked in groans and saliva, became a wet mess, indistinguishable from top to bottom. Woojung pressed his forehead against Sa Gongjun’s shoulder and said, “More, please.” Sa Gongjun played with Woojung’s buttocks and acted mischievously.
“Executive Director, more please.”
“What more should I give you?”
“Finger, heu-eut, put more in, please. Ah, ah!”
The alpha’s pheromones exploded above his head. Woojung’s waist trembled violently. As he moved from side to side and swallowed the fingers, Sa Gongjun stroked Woojung’s head.
Just a little, just a little more patience.
Just until winter passes.
Just until spring comes and the weather thaws.
Woojung dropped his head, hoping that in the newly beginning season, he would be in a place without Sa Gongjun.
🌸
The black sedan climbed along a wall that was much taller than a person’s head. After passing dozens of houses that could all boast of their own prominence, at a certain point, a wall appeared that connected endlessly.
The sedan stopped in front of a dark gray garage. A security camera and sensor rotating at the entrance recognized the car’s license plate and opened the gate.
Sa Gongjun’s car continued to enter without stopping. It crossed a well-manicured garden and stopped in the parking space provided in front of the villa.
Two guards who were waiting at the entrance approached, opening umbrellas as large as parasols. It was to block the snow that had started to fall during the night.
Click. The door opened and a pair of shiny dress shoes stepped onto the asphalt floor. Then, tangerines that had rolled out followed behind.
“…You have arrived.”
The employer, who always dressed neatly in a suit and coat, was disheveled. His jacket was wide open, and he wasn’t even wearing the coat he always wore.
The guard’s gaze turned to the back seat. He saw clothes strewn on the floor and a pair of worn-out sneakers.
Only then did he see something new. There was something in the arms of Sa Gongjun, who had gotten out of the car. Wrapped in Sa Gongjun’s coat and held diagonally was clearly the shape of a person.
A person wandering around barefoot in midwinter, with their calves exposed and bare legs. On top of that, they were even gasping for breath as if they were about to die. The guard thought it was strange but soon shook off the thought. Here, there was no need to have suspicions; all he had to do was silently do his job.
The guard bent his waist as he opened the main entrance door.
The entrance, decorated with floor-to-ceiling glass, wood, and dark gray natural stone, emitted a warm light.
At dawn, on the first snow of midwinter, Cheon Woojung arrived at Sa Gongjun’s villa.