KTS Ch 5

“Oh, what the.”

The man who had been charging at Woojung with the eyes of a rotten fish stopped in his tracks and let out a sound of disappointment. He had spotted Sa Gongjun over Woojung’s shoulder.

“I called for him.”

The man licked his lips several times as if a sense of longing still remained. But he soon found another prey. Because he had never had a good outcome from touching what was in Sa Gongjun’s hands. Was that all? He would be lucky if he did not get the living daylights beaten out of him.

“Excuse me. Ugh, this.”

“Just a moment ago you were wagging your tail like a worn-out whore, so why are you pretending you are not one now.”

“That is not what I was doing…. Huaah, just, just a moment, please.”

Sa Gongjun tossed Woojung onto the cushions and blanket that were on the sofa.

As his vision shifted in an instant, Woojung flailed his hands in the air. Sa Gongjun easily overpowered Woojung and pinned him down underneath himself.

“I, I am the room service staff.”

“I know. I am the one who ordered, so of course I remember.”

Fingers slid into the outside of Woojung’s waist and pulled down his pants and briefs in one go.

In the blink of an eye, just like the people standing over there, his lower body was completely exposed. Realizing this, Woojung turned pale and flinched.

“Ah, ahh….”

Woojung tried to twist his upper body and crawl away, but he was caught by Sa Gongjun. Because of the bright light shining directly above his head and the overall dark lighting, he could not make out the other person’s face.

“Shh. It is me.”

Woojung freaked out and gripped the forearm in front of his eyes tightly.

“Look here, Mr. Cheon Woojung.”

Only then did he see who the person pressing down heavily on his body was. It was Sa Gongjun. He was looking down at him, kneeling with one knee placed next to Woojung’s well-shaped calf. Ah…. The tension drained from his body.

“Did you bring the alcohol I ordered?”

“…Yes.”

“Did you bring glasses too?”

“…Pardon?”

Woojung turned his head to check the tray. He saw a few glasses turned upside down on the lower shelf.

“Yes, I will set them up for you right away.”

“Where are you going.”

“…To get the glasses?”

“That is not what I ordered.”

Sa Gongjun slid his hand under the crook of Woojung’s knee. He grasped his knee and tried to press his thighs together, then clicked his tongue, saying that the thighs would not touch. Then he unfastened the front of his own pants and laid out a huge piece of flesh.

No way. Woojung’s eyes trembled uncontrollably. There were so many people here. There must be quite a few eyes watching them from the surroundings.

A wet voice spilled out, stammering.

“Managing Director….”

“Yes.”

“He… here.”

“Here, what?”

“There are a lot of people here….”

“Ah, Mr. Cheon Woojung.”

Sa Gongjun crossed Woojung’s thighs diagonally and got on top of his ankles.

“You are picky about the place, too? You are very particular.”

The large hand that had been holding the crook of his knee traveled down the inside of his leg.

“You look like you would lie down anywhere and spread your legs just fine.”

The hand rummaging through his skin showed no sign of stopping and continued to move inward. Woojung grabbed his wrist abruptly and tensed his thighs to press them tightly together. A hand as hard as steel searched for the space between his legs. His head fell back, and the corners of his eyes and the insides of his thighs trembled with tension.

“…Managing Director.”

Sa Gongjun pushed the shirt covering Woojung’s lower abdomen up to his chest. A hand that had scooped up a handful of ice roughly swept across Woojung’s lower abdomen. Woojung tensed his body and held on against the sudden chill that hit him.

“Eut. It is cold.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, it is too… cold.”

“Then should I warm you up?”

Sa Gongjun’s lips attached themselves to the area below Woojung’s right ribcage. Taking a deep breath, he moved slowly and buried his face on the round stomach. Goosebumps rose, tickling his cheek.

“Ah, in the room, let’s go to the room.”

“…….”

“Managing Director. In the room….”

“Shut your mouth. Before I stuff my cock in it.”

Woojung bit his lips hard. Sa Gongjun was certainly the type of person to do that.

“Heu… heup.”

A gasping sound came from Woojung, who was pinned under Sa Gongjun. Whether he did or not, Sa Gongjun paid no mind. Right now, his own feeling of growing heat in his loins was more important.

A rough hand gripped and released both sides of Woojung’s waist. The slender waist fit pleasantly within his two hands. He pressed down below the ribs with his thumbs and swept down the indented spine with his four fingers.

Sa Gongjun, who had been burying his nose in Woojung and inhaling for a while, straightened his back. He grabbed the cognac from the table and poured it between Woojung’s legs. The alcohol, held on the pale skin, took on a rather delicious color. He grabbed Woojung’s waist and buried his face between his legs.

Woojung, startled, tried to push himself back with his elbows. His delicate skin was scraped, and the area around his elbows became completely red and flushed.

“A-euk….”

The alcohol that Sa Gongjun had pooled between Woojung’s legs trickled down behind his buttocks. The wet sensation felt strange and even frightening.

Slap. His right thigh burned like fire. Woojung froze on the spot, unable to even lift his head.

“Do not be a nuisance and hold on tight.”

Woojung placed his hands, which had nowhere to go, on his chest and clenched his fists. He felt like he would be caught if he ran, but he did not want to accept it meekly. As Woojung, consumed by fear, failed to answer, Sa Gongjun slapped the area between his buttocks and thighs with a loud smack.

“Mr. Cheon Woojung.”

His ragged breath caught in his throat. Without a moment to think about this or that, Sa Gongjun picked up the bottle again. A strong smell of alcohol, like lavender and aged wood, rose from below.

“The people here, you see.”

“…….”

“They go crazy for things I have eaten and thrown away. Things I threw out because they were truly useless, but they stare at them for so long, wondering if there is something more to squeeze out, and they pick them up happily, and they shake them out until they turn to dust.”

“…….”

“It is pathetic, is it not.”

It felt like a huge siren was blaring in his head. Woojung pressed his trembling thighs together. Then he gripped Sa Gongjun’s shoulder and the nape of his neck tightly. He felt that if he did not do this, he would immediately go and call the other people over.

“I will stay still.”

“If you move again, I might just use you as a liquor glass for the people here.”

“…I will not. Please do not do that, please do not do that, Managing Director.”

Faced with the threat, tears burst out helplessly.

“All right. Mr. Cheon Woojung is a good listener, so I will trust you.”

“Yes, yes….”

Sa Gongjun poured the alcohol onto Woojung’s thigh. The moment the spilled alcohol pooled between his legs, he plunged his head down without hesitation.

“Heuak.”

Sa Gongjun rubbed his forehead against Woojung’s lower abdomen and drank the alcohol at a very slow pace. Every time he opened his mouth and drank the cognac, his lips brushed against Woojung’s genitals. The touch on an unfamiliar place felt so strange that his buttocks tensed up completely.

“Relax. If I wanted to drink from something hard, I would have used a glass.”

Sa Gongjun’s tongue licked its way up between his legs. When Woojung lifted his hips, a sharp hand grabbed his side and pressed down mercilessly. Woojung threw his head back and let out a frantic breath.

“Heup.”

Sa Gongjun drank the alcohol. After finishing it, he licked Woojung’s wet groin with his tongue. With every ssseuk, ssseuk sound, the pale thighs trembled. Watching the pale genitals that yielded helplessly whenever he touched them with the tip of his tongue, Sa Gongjun tilted his head and said.

“Mr. Cheon Woojung, you smell good even down here.”

Woojung gently pushed away Sa Gongjun’s head, which showed no sign of retreating. Then his eyes met with his, who glared up fiercely.

Sa Gongjun, with his lips buried in Woojung’s groin, wrapped his arms around his thighs. Woojung’s legs, spread apart to the sides, went up over Sa Gongjun’s broad shoulders.

Woojung, bent in half, could not move an inch. As he grabbed the edge of the sofa with both arms and raised his upper body, a thick tongue licked his perineum from bottom to top. The feeling of an insect gnawing at his groin consumed his entire body.

“Ah!”

It was a sound completely opposite to the languid and relaxed moans that flowed from here and there in this place. The urgent cry was enough to draw several gazes. In the pitch-black space, they took in the sight of Woojung’s smooth legs stretching into the air. Ready to pounce without a second thought if Sa Gongjun so much as flicked a finger.

“So foolish, anyway.”

A large hand flew before Woojung’s eyes. He remembered yesterday. He remembered a moment ago, too. Woojung closed his eyes, curled up his body, and prepared for the blow. But even after a long while, there was no searing sensation. When he opened his eyes, Sa Gongjun was extending his index finger and tracing the bridge of Woojung’s nose.

“Do you like doing it with many people?”

Woojung shook his head.

“If that is not the case, then drawing attention like that will do you no good, Mr. Cheon Woojung.”

A hand slid between Woojung’s legs. When the hand, with its index and middle fingers held together, caressed his perineum, his thighs trembled.

“Heu-eup….”

“There are times in life when you have to choose the lesser of two evils. Is that not something you already know well, Mr. Cheon Woojung?”

In the dark space, under the faint light, Sa Gongjun’s eyes pressed down on every part of Cheon Woojung. The tip of his trembling chin was filled with fear. The corners of Sa Gongjun’s mouth, as he looked down at him, curved up in an arc.

“I am thinking of having a proper drink now.”

“…….”

“Would you like to join me?”

Given the current atmosphere, he could sort of guess what kind of drinking glass would be offered to Woojung. Woojung spoke carefully, trying his best not to get on his bad side.

“I am still… on duty.”

The edge of the sofa, and the space under Woojung’s knees that had been devoured by him, all sank heavily. The sound of weight settling onto the leather sofa, the occasional sound of conversation from the surroundings, and the sound of soft music from a distance enveloped the two of them.

“Cannot be helped. Then I will have to do it alone.”

Sa Gongjun moved on top of Woojung, retreating down to his calves. The hand that had traced up from between his legs, past his groin, to his protruding hip bone, now strongly gripped the flesh on the side of his thigh and buttock.

Sa Gongjun, who had been exploring Woojung’s body here and there under the pretext of drinking, let out a languid breath. Along with it, the pheromones Sa Gongjun had released began to coil around Woojung’s ankles.

“…Uh.”

“Going for one more glass.”

A scent… a peculiar scent that could not be described as any particular fragrance seemed to enter Woojung’s mind and tickle his entire body. It was a feeling where even taking a short breath was difficult. It felt like if he was not careful, he would be swept away by the scent he was pouring out and melt away.

Woojung covered his mouth with the back of his hand, closed his eyes, and held his breath. The tips of his anxious feet rose into the air and then sank down, and a sob burst from Woojung’s lips.

“Heu….”

A large hand lifted the hem of his shirt and vest. The moment Sa Gongjun pressed his lips to the soft lower abdomen, a fragile breath, as if it would snap, was delivered to him in its entirety. Sa Gongjun slid his palm behind Woojung’s back. After opening his mouth and slowly savoring the alcohol poured between his legs, he raised his head and met Woojung’s eyes.

“You were a mess at giving head… but it seems receiving is a different story.”

Sa Gongjun climbed up, covering Woojung’s body. As he faced the small face and pressed between his legs with his thigh, he saw the plump lips open in a hurry. Aah, Woojung’s pupils shook uncontrollably.

“It is all right. I am not trying to say anything… I just like ones who feel it well.”

Sa Gongjun whispered in Woojung’s ear. It looked as if they were about to have a tremendous secret affair, but Woojung knew well that it was, in fact, just a fleeting moment swayed by his mood.

“A-eut….”

Sa Gongjun rubbed his own lower body against Woojung’s exposed genitals. Woojung felt the piece of flesh between his groin gradually swell, and he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

The exposed jawline, the long, slender neck. And on it, the marks Sa Gongjun had left were revealed. Staring at the reddish-purple marks, Sa Gongjun spat out a curse and lunged at him.

“W-wait a moment, please.”

Woojung stopped Sa Gongjun, who was about to grab his collar. Honestly, if he pushed him away with force and lunged, there was nothing Woojung could do to stop him, but this time, Sa Gongjun obediently followed Woojung’s lead.

Woojung pulled down his bow tie and spoke softly.

“I will take it off myself.”

“…….”

“I only have one shirt left…. So please do not rip the buttons.”

“Fuck,” Sa Gongjun muttered, then bit and tore at Woojung’s sternocleidomastoid muscle. After fumbling several times, Woojung managed to safely unbutton his vest and shirt.

“Heup!”

The moment he undid the last button, Sa Gongjun threw the shirt open. A hand, spread wide, gripped tightly below Woojung’s ribs. Every time he pressed down, Woojung’s breath broke and reconnected repeatedly. Red handprints were left all over that spot, which played a big part in making Sa Gongjun’s eyes go crazy again as he looked down at them.

“Haah… ha-euh, eut.”

At the touch that gripped and pressed the same spot again, Woojung writhed and cried out.

“It hurts, gently….”

Every time Woojung shifted his body, the leather sofa made a rustling sound. Every place Sa Gongjun’s fingers touched felt overwhelming, so he turned his head to the side. And just as he was grabbing the edge of the sofa and letting out a ragged breath.

“Why is it so serious over here?”

His eyes met with a person who was kneeling and staring intently at Woojung.

“Managing Director, someone, is here.”

Woojung breathed in irregular, broken gasps and curled his body up. He wanted to avoid the eyes that flew to him and stuck to him tenaciously.

“What, this kid calls you Managing Director?”

Sa Gongjun furrowed his brow. He had just gotten rid of one pest, only for another to approach and show interest. Annoying and troublesome, that is what he thought.

“He is a cruise employee.”

“You use an employee as a fuck toy? Are you trying to cut costs or something?”

Sa Gongjun’s body, which had been pressing down on Woojung with its weight, lifted off.

As soon as there was an opening, the hand of a complete stranger entered the space in front of Woojung’s chest. An impatient hand caressed Woojung’s hollowed collarbones and crudely fondled his chest, which had only just begun to form.

“Ah… euk.”

The man unbuttoned his suit, which had been cinching his waist, and came to sit by Woojung’s head. Then, with both hands, he gathered and released Woojung’s flat chest.

“You should greet someone when you see them.”

The man folded one leg up onto the sofa and settled in properly.

“Say, ‘Nice to meet you for the first time.'”

Woojung, lying on the sofa and looking up at the scene, urgently placed his hands on both of Sa Gongjun’s forearms. Then he gripped them tightly and called out, “Managing Director,” once more. Sa Gongjun did not answer.

“You are not going to?”

“Nice to… nice to meet you for the first… euk!”

Thick, rough fingers grabbed Woojung’s chest. The fingertips, which had been gripping and shaking his bare skin, touched the tip of his inverted nipple, and Woojung’s shoulders rounded forward.

A new scent squeezed through the gap. The man standing firm by Woojung’s head released his alpha pheromones freely without any stages, pressing down on various parts of Woojung’s body.

“Heu-eut….”

“Ah, Managing Director Sa. Did you just hear him moan?”

“Ha, euk, Managing Director….”

“Hey, hey, the one touching you is me.”

Woojung closed his eyes and gripped Sa Gongjun’s wrist. When it slipped, he grabbed another spot, and when his hand fell, he reached out his arm again. He wished he would say something, but he was silent.

“Say ‘Thank you,’ too.”

“…….”

“I said, say it.”

The man’s thumb and index finger, which were on Woojung’s chest, twisted. The light pink nipple, which had been hidden inside because no one had touched it, protruded.

“Heu, ak! Th…ank you.”

Every time the man pressed the area around the areola with his fingers, the glossy, reddish nipple swelled up. A cheer erupted from the man by his head. Vulgar curses poured out along with it.

Woojung looked back and forth between the man and Sa Gongjun with an anxious gaze. Sa Gongjun was bizarrely staring at a distant wall, while only the man met his eyes.

“Your expression was good when Managing Director Sa was sucking you earlier. You look scared. Is this your first time at a place like this?”

He did not want to answer. But the hand groping his chest was gradually adding more weight. The atmosphere was such that he felt he might be grabbed and torn at again. Woojung had no choice but to answer.

“…Yes, this is my first company.”

“Company? Haha, you are funny.”

He was smiling, but he was a scary person somehow. Woojung removed the hand he had placed on Sa Gongjun and grabbed the man’s wrist. He felt he had to get the hand off his body first.

“Has Managing Director Sa’s taste changed?”

Sa Gongjun, who had been watching Woojung’s waist jump every time the man touched him, gradually pressed down with more weight. The weight itself was one thing, but when Sa Gongjun tensed his thighs, Woojung felt like his legs were not just being pressed, but would break.

Woojung’s breathing grew rougher.

“Can I play too?”

Woojung shook his head. His fine hair stuck to his round forehead, damp with cold sweat.

“You are cute, but I am not asking you. Ah… you look fucking hot.”

Woojung continuously checked the weight of Sa Gongjun sitting on his thighs. When he glanced up, Sa Gongjun was still looking at some random place.

Woojung’s hand, which had been on the man’s forearm, moved back to Sa Gongjun. He placed his hand on the slender waist that was well-defined compared to the broad shoulders and stroked it lightly. He had worried about what he would do if he continued to be ignored, but fortunately, Sa Gongjun looked down at Woojung.

“…….”

“…….”

The man pulled Woojung’s arm. He crossed Woojung’s wrists and held them, and with his other hand, he kneaded his forearm. He was muttering that it was so white and soft that he wanted to keep touching it, when he lowered his head toward Woojung’s nape.

“Get out of the way.”

“Uh… Managing Director Sa.”

Sa Gongjun kicked the man’s shoulder. Along with a dull thud, there was the sound of something breaking. The man rolled off the sofa, clutching his shoulder.

“Use your words. It was a joke… Keok!”

A sharp mounting directed at someone of the same sex and trait. The man, who was drooling and scratching the floor, crawled away from the two on all fours.

“Heuk….”

Every part of his exposed skin stung. Woojung curled his body and burrowed under Sa Gongjun’s wide, thick torso. He blinked and looked around. Now that he looked, he saw eyes glinting at him from all directions.

A trembling hand peeked out to the side. Woojung picked up the blanket that was lying sprawled on the floor. Then, turning his body toward the back of the sofa, he crumpled the blanket and blocked the gap so that no one could look at him.

This time, his completely exposed legs felt chilly. Woojung slowly moved his legs and placed them near Sa Gongjun’s. They were so thick that he thought he could at least cover his own legs.

Sa Gongjun, who was watching this, let out a deep sigh and got up. He poured the remaining alcohol into a glass that was under the tray. He downed it in one shot and set the glass down with a clink.

A hand slipped out from under the blanket. The fumbling hand, not even looking forward, went up onto Sa Gongjun’s knee. From inside the blanket came the sound of loud sobbing, heo-eo, heo-eo-eo. The fact that Sa Gongjun was the only one he could appeal to made Woojung feel miserable.

Sa Gongjun sat on the edge of the sofa and straightened his pants. He stood up from his seat and reached his hand down. He grabbed Woojung, who had only one arm hanging out limply, pulled him up, and held him in his arms. He felt a hot, damp heat from their touching chests.

“Why are you crying.”

“Heup….”

“We did not even take turns on you, so why are you acting like this.”

A large hand covered Woojung’s back. Sa Gongjun supported Woojung’s buttocks with one arm and leaned his body over. It was to pick up the blanket that was crumpled on the sofa.

“…Managing Director….”

Woojung thought he was going to put him down. He wrapped his two arms around Sa Gongjun’s shoulders in a tight hug. He pressed his forehead against his shoulder and clung to him with all his might.

“…Eu, heuk… do not leave me behind.”

As Woojung wrapped his legs and clung to Sa Gongjun’s waist, sticky gazes flew over and stuck to them. The people scattered around the conference room watched the bare legs swaying pathetically in Sa Gongjun’s arms. Then they leaned back against the sofa and lay down.

The slender ankles, the precariously protruding Achilles tendon, the anklebones scraped red from the sofa, and the white insteps were enough to make one want to reach out a hand and masturbate.

Sa Gongjun spread his hand wide, cupped Woojung’s buttocks, and muttered.

“Not yet. I have not even had a taste.”

Tuk. A soft blanket was draped over Woojung from his head to below his buttocks. Sa Gongjun adjusted the angle of the blanket to wrap Woojung up tightly so that he could not be seen. Perhaps because his vision was covered, Woojung’s rough breathing also began to subside little by little.

“Later, too, please do not do it.”

“That depends on how you behave, Mr. Cheon Woojung.”

Sa Gongjun walked, squeezing and releasing the soft buttocks. His body was nothing to look at, but his buttocks had a decent amount of flesh, so it was fun to touch.

“Managing Director, your hand.”

“What about my hand.”

The hand that had been supporting Woojung’s buttocks firmly twisted one of his butt cheeks.

“…It is nothing.”

Woojung bit his lip and lowered his head.

As soon as the door opened, Secretary Choi, who had been outside the conference room, approached Sa Gongjun.

“Have the negotiations concluded?”

“CV will take the duty-free business rights for the next fiscal year. Samwon Group is keeping their mouths shut and being docile for now… but we do not know how they will come out in the bidding war, so keep a close eye on them before and after the operator selection.”

“What will you do about the mid-sized enterprises?”

“For them, review the business proposals and price bids and cut them in order. The pie is small, so it does not matter much who comes.”

“Yes, Managing Director.”

“Yunseong Entertainment will take the performance planning side. It is a contract extension, so you only need to take care of a few things. Form a TF with Lawyer Park, review the contract, and create an update list for my approval.”

Even while organizing his work, Sa Gongjun gently stroked Woojung, who was hidden under the blanket.

When the tip of his finger slid past the crack of his buttocks, a sound like heu, escaped from within the blanket.

The large hand slapped his buttocks with a smack.

“Be quiet.”

Secretary Choi turned his head and cleared his throat with a fake cough. It was truly difficult to get used to his boss’s eccentric hobbies.

“That… ahem. What will you do about the other issues?”

“Hmm?”

“As I mentioned before, to continue staffing through service bidding… there is a lot of talk internally. There is also a possibility that problems will arise someday. If you just give the word, we will start with the personnel team reorganization.”

“Draft the plan first and send it up, I will give you enough time, so review it meticulously. It is easy to bring desks in, but you have to be careful when taking them out.”

“Yes, I will organize it and submit the timeline report first.”

Sa Gongjun kicked the conference room door open with the tip of his foot and said.

“Go in and make sure to send off the people who are feeling disappointed.”

“Yes.”

“Is that all then?”

It had already been ten years since he started assisting Sa Gongjun by his side. He could read his mood just from his tone of voice.

“Do not call me. For at least a day, handle things on your own.”

Secretary Choi’s gaze turned to the person being held by Sa Gongjun. Though all that was visible, wrapped in the blanket, was his calf, he seemed to know who it was.

It was surely the staff member he had been looking into since the cruise’s maiden voyage. The very same twenty-year-old boy whose daily life he had looked into, whose a certain point he had prodded, and whose skein of life he had tangled to make him set foot in this place.

Secretary Choi offered a brief moment of mourning and turned away. For the fact that this boy, who attracted the gazes of others beyond gender and trait, had entered Sa Gongjun’s radar.