KTS Ch 9

Woojung dreamed he was trapped in a large barrel, sinking into the sea.

Each time he writhed and groaned, trying to open the lid, water flooded into his nose and mouth. His throat stung and burned. Any longer, and he felt like he would suffocate and die.

Am I going to be put in a steel drum soon? No way, am I already in one? No. Am I still dreaming?

Gasp, haah. He let out a breath and barely managed to open his eyes. He tried wiping his face with the back of his hand. His face and chest were soaked with water. He thought it was a dream, but had he really been doused with water?

Woojung, startled, propped up his upper body with his elbows. A droplet of water that had formed on the tip of his chin trickled down the line of his neck and disappeared between the folds of his open shirt.

“…….”

The smell that had been slowly spreading across the corridor floor now lingered at the tip of his nose. Every sensation on his skin felt sickening, and even the clean air felt like it was churning his stomach. It was just as he held his breath against a sudden surge of nausea. Sa Gongjun, who had been standing by the bed, opened a 500mL plastic bottle of water.

He was extending his hand toward Woojung, but he abruptly turned the bottle upside down and poured it over Woojung’s head.

“Ugh, gurgle. Cough.”

It felt as if he could hear the gurgling sound he had heard in the corridor in front of the garbage room again. It was an auditory hallucination. Woojung folded his arms and legs, curling his body up as he rolled around on the wide bed.

“Get a grip.”

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s cheeks and shook them. Every time his hand touched him, the fine hairs on his skin stood on end, screaming on behalf of their owner.

“Ugh, heuu….”

His vision was blurry as if a thin film covered his eyes. As Woojung blinked again and again, his surroundings came into view. A wide bed and a large window. Even a cozy comforter wrapping around his back. The appearance of the place had become quite familiar, but its temperature was still uncomfortable. It was Sa Gongjun’s suite.

He was certain he had been in the corridor just a moment ago. He had no idea how he had ended up here.

“If you’ve opened your eyes, spread your legs.”

Woojung was still in a daze. Hot steam escaped with every breath he exhaled. His forehead and the back of his neck were also feverishly hot. The air in the suite, always kept warm, felt unusually chilly.

“This, this is your suite, Director….”

“That’s right, it’s my suite. Room 1601, where  Cheon Woojung sells his body to earn money. Now that you know, let’s just do what you have to do.”

Inside his confused mind, a Christmas carol stretched out like taffy on a summer day. Perhaps what happened in the corridor was also a dream. Maybe he had never left this room from the start, and had just been passing out, waking up, and repeatedly taking something that pierced his hole.

Sa Gongjun wrapped his hands around Woojung’s waist. He pushed aside the collar of his clothes to caress the soft skin and gripped the feverish body firmly. The hollow of his lower abdomen between his protruding hip bones trembled as if in a spasm.

“…Director.”

Woojung placed a hand on Sa Gongjun’s thick forearm. His movement stopped at the touch, which had no strength in it.

Sa Gongjun, led by Woojung’s hand, sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke.

“What in the world must be going on inside your head to crawl like a dog to earn money and then hand it over without a word of complaint.”

Ah. It wasn’t a dream.

Woojung’s breathing became ragged. The breath he hastily inhaled got caught in his throat, making a wheezing sound.

What happened to the manager? From their first meeting until now, there had been some friction between him and Woojung, but it was never so unbearable that he couldn’t put up with it. Besides, it was easy to hide the cash he received from Sa Gongjun behind his back. It was something he just had to endure for a little while. Woojung could put his hand on his heart and swear he had never once wished for the manager to be treated like that.

Woojung slowly scooted his hips back, putting distance between himself and Sa Gongjun. He had known for a while that he was a rough and willful man. But he didn’t know he was like this. Although there was no way to know the exact reason Sa Gongjun had gotten rid of the manager, it had become clear that he was not in his right mind. Woojung’s face grew pale and rigid as he imagined getting on his bad side and being thrown away just the same.

The day he met Sa Gongjun on the cruise, he should have escaped this place even if it meant getting beaten until something broke. He should have refused his offer even if it meant he couldn’t find a part-time job and had to starve. If only it wasn’t too late, even now. If only.

Woojung moved farther and farther away. Should I increase the physical distance more? If so, what should I do? When the cruise docks at Incheon Port, somewhere far away….

“You should digest whatever I give you, even if your stomach bursts. How dare you spit things out so rudely….”

Sa Gongjun’s words were cut off.

In the quiet space, the two men’s gazes became entangled.

“What are you doing right now?”

The moment the voice was heard, his right ankle was seized. A large palm covered his slender instep, and firm fingers gripped his ankle. Sa Gongjun pulled as if he were going to rip his leg off, forcing Woojung to lie back down.

“Ugh, aack.”

Woojung shook his leg as if trying to flick off an insect. The more he did, the rougher the grip tightening around his ankle became.

“Ugh, eugh….”

Is he going to rip it off just like this? The moment he thought that and looked up at him. The alpha’s pheromones began to pour out. He had no time to worry about his pants being pulled down or his underwear being torn. Woojung opened his mouth wide and took one parched breath after another.

“You still haven’t come to your senses.”

Goosebumps ran down his spine. His body trembled. It was not because he was intoxicated by the scent Sa Gongjun was releasing, but because of the terror he bestowed. Woojung squeezed his eyes shut and pushed against Sa Gongjun’s shoulder with the sole of his foot.

“I bring back someone who fainted.”

Sa Gongjun unbuckled his leather belt. After pulling it completely free from his waist, he fastened it around Woojung’s right thigh, the one that had kicked him. When he gripped the end of the belt and pulled with all his might, there was a sound of the leather stretching taut.

“And I even helped you open your eyes.”

He tightened it firmly until Woojung’s white skin bulged over the belt. The pure white leg, not yet free of bruises, and the jet-black leather belt made for quite a match.

“How do you think I feel when someone kicks me.”

Hmph. Sa Gongjun, who rumbled in his throat, wrapped the belt around his palm as if seizing the reins of a horse in a stable.

“Tell me,  Cheon Woojung.”

“That’s… that’s….”

His throat was so tight that words wouldn’t come out properly.

How can this person be so calm? Woojung looked far out the window. The cruise was sailing smoothly, and the swimming pool inside the glass conservatory was full of people.

“You should act pretty so I can take it back, shouldn’t you. You should say thank you, spread your hole, and work hard to earn money. That’s the only way this bottomless pit will get filled even a little, don’t you think?”

A large hand approached Woojung’s neck. His fingers pressed under his chin and his palm enveloped his throat.

Learned fear consumed Woojung.

Soon he’ll choke me, release enough pheromones to render me immobile, make me crawl on the floor, and wield me as he pleases until the inside of my thighs ache. And after that, with those thick hands, he’ll, he’ll eventually do the same to me.

“Alright. Let’s give it a try. Let’s see which is faster, me filling you up, or you,  Cheon Woojung, spitting it out.”

The only thought in his mind was that he had to get out of the room somehow. Woojung pushed Sa Gongjun away with all his might. Pulling his body out from underneath, he scrambled off the bed and thought. His words about throwing him away if he was useless, or tearing his hole apart, might all have been true. No, seeing how he treated a person so nonchalantly, it was certain they were true.

As he escaped the bedroom and crossed the living room, the leather belt fastened to his right leg slapped between his legs. Clutching the cumbersome belt in his hand, he ran for the front door. His mind was in a hurry, and his hand trying to unlock the auxiliary lock kept slipping.

Just then, from the hallway outside the front door, came the sound of a serving cart rolling over the carpet. I have to open the door and ask for help.

It was the first time in his life he was being chased while feeling his life was in danger. His mind went so blank that his voice wouldn’t come out and he couldn’t think about what to do or in what order.

After a few attempts, the moment he finally grabbed the doorknob. The sound of footsteps echoed, thump, thump, through his gasping breaths.

“…I’m warning you.”

A shadow rose above his head. The dark figure that slowly rose up completely covered Woojung, then stood still. He didn’t even have the courage to turn around. As he cowered and stood there looking only at the doorknob, a thick forearm appeared next to Woojung’s head and braced itself against the door.

“Don’t you ever dare crawl over me like this again.”

The hand clutching the doorknob trembled violently. His front teeth made a chattering sound.

“Hk, eugh.”

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s shoulder and spun him around. Woojung’s movement as he turned around was creaky, like a broken doll.

Woojung looked up at him, his face ashen. It was the same look he had in the corridor. The same cold face he had when he looked at the people standing around and told them to close it and throw it away. The hand that had been pressed tightly against the side of his thigh shook uncontrollably, as if it were broken.

He hurriedly lowered his gaze. With every exhale, hot steam covered his parched lips.

“…Direc, tor, today.”

“Don’t play sick.”

“Just for today….”

Indifferent fingertips came to rest on Woojung’s shoulder. A dot appeared before Woojung’s eyes, and he felt as if all of space was being sucked into one point. He slid slowly down to the floor, his back against the front door.

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung by the hair and pulled him up.

“Hk.”

Sa Gongjun turned Woojung’s body toward the front door and pressed down hard on his back with his palm. He used his knee to part Woojung’s awkwardly spread legs, nudging them to get him into position. Pushed forward, Woojung stood with his chest pressed against the front door.

Sa Gongjun pulled on the belt he had fastened around Woojung’s thigh, lifting one leg high up. Then he pressed down on the body that was trembling in fear. Sa Gongjun felt a soft, warm heat, while Woojung felt a hard, cool chill.

“Hk, eugh…. Director, please save me.”

“…….”

“I didn’t see anything. I really didn’t. Ah, no. I saw at first, but later I was hiding behind…. Mmph.”

Sa Gongjun wedged one arm between Woojung’s chest and the door, clamping his palm over Woojung’s mouth.

“You’re being loud.”

“Mmph!”

“…Haa.”

Sa Gongjun calmly looked down at the ass twitching beneath him. The left buttock was soft, and the right one, with the leg lifted, was rounded and taut, filling the space all the way up to his lower back. The hand that had been fumbling with his chest slid down, tracing his ribs and side, before gripping his waist. He grasped the long, tapering waist, then viciously squeezed and kneaded the connected buttocks and hip bones.

“Ugh….”

As soon as their bodies were pressed close, a scent Woojung knew well began to rise subtly. The chest that had been rising and falling raggedly swelled greatly. Woojung pressed his hot forehead against the cold door and closed his eyes. The scent that had prodded his rear all night, pushing him past his limits, began to envelop Woojung once again.

A shiver ran down his straight spine. It wasn’t easy to support his body on one leg. When his knee buckled, Sa Gongjun pressed his body firmly from behind to keep him from falling.

I thought I could shake off a scent like this. That was completely wrong. I thought these weren’t sensations I should be feeling in this situation. That was also wrong.

When Sa Gongjun touched his body, he became a different person. He would end up entrusting his body to a rude and rough man, and still end up crying and begging for more. Like a moth that knows it will be consumed by flames but still flies into them, he would end up crawling into his embrace.

“Ah, ahh….”

Sa Gongjun looked down calmly at Woojung, who was groaning like a person who couldn’t speak. He lowered his head, buried his nose in the nape of Woojung’s neck, and inhaled deeply. The faint scent leaking into the air was delivered to Sa Gongjun without filter. It was very sweet.

In that moment, gush, slick burst from between Woojung’s legs and dripped onto the floor.

Sa Gongjun grabbed his nodding penis and rubbed it between Woojung’s buttocks.

“Aack! Heuu….”

With just a movement of his hips, he pierced the tightly closed hole. The sticky inner walls, which clung to him without any gap, only contracted repeatedly. It was warm. He moved his hips from side to side, pressing his body tightly against Woojung.

“Eumm….”

Woojung raised his heels so high his toes turned white. As he stumbled with his cheek pressed against the front door, Sa Gongjun put strength into his hips and thighs and began to fuck relentlessly, as if to bore into the inner walls that wouldn’t even part.

“Heoh, ugh.”

Woojung slipped to the side. Sa Gongjun tightly coiled the belt wrapped around Woojung’s thigh in his hand. He grabbed Woojung’s chest and shook him up and down. At that, his hole clenched tightly.

“Your hole is twitching as if it’s been waiting… where do you get the nerve to say something like ‘just for today.’ When you’ve been drooling so much on your own that your feet are soaked.”

Each time the cock moved in and out of the hole, the slick leaking from below stuck clammily to his buttocks.

Woojung, who had been trying to avoid Sa Gongjun, pressed himself tightly against the door. Clank, the door made a loud noise. The thought that there might be someone outside made his whole body shrink. Because of that, he squeezed the penis he was holding in his rear so tightly it felt like it would burst.

“Do it more.”

“Ha, ooh….”

“Don’t spit it out, swallow. Eat it. If I have to teach you every time, for fuck’s sake, I told you to open up your insides.”

The tightly contracted inner walls spat out the shaft of flesh. The hand on his chest grabbed a handful of flesh and twisted it. Woojung twisted his shoulders and screamed. The saliva that had pooled in his mouth dribbled down, leaving a slick trail on Sa Gongjun’s forearm.

“I am eating, I am eating… ah, just a little slower….”

Every time Woojung shook his head, his fine hair tickled Sa Gongjun’s chest. Along with it, a pleasant scent wafted over.

“…Director….”

“What.”

“I want to do it on the bed.”

“…….”

“Or even on the sofa.”

“…….”

“As long as it’s not the entrance… I’ll be good, okay?”

“…….”

“…It’s nothing.”

His demands went down a level, until they finally became nothing at all.

Sa Gongjun, who had been digging his nails in and tormenting his nipples, lifted Woojung into his arms. He leisurely passed through the entrance and the living room and returned to the bedroom. Sa Gongjun laid Woojung face down on the bed and said nonchalantly.

“Spread your legs and lower your head to the bed.”

“Li, ike this…? Heuk!”

A hook-like middle finger probed his rear. When Woojung tensed up and resisted, Sa Gongjun bent his finger and slowly traced the protruding spot on his lower abdomen.

“Heuuu….”

“It feels good when I scratch here, but you’re tensing up and resisting, so it’s taking a long time.”

Suddenly, the movement changed. Sa Gongjun straightened his fingers and entered, circling the entire inner wall. Each time his hard, distinctly-jointed finger drew a large circle on the outside, heat rose in Woojung’s body again and again.

“Hk, eut… mmph.”

It was different from the pain he had felt at first. The feeling of fear certainly remained in his head, but the area below his stomach began to itch. When Woojung unconsciously swayed his hips, the ring finger slid in next to the middle one. He spread his fingers, opening and closing the rear, examining his hole.

“You should put something in your ass and stretch it out on a regular basis. That’s the only way I’ll be able to fuck you as I please.”

On a regular basis…?

So he wasn’t going to kill me. Woojung craned his neck to look back.

“If you don’t like that, then just learn to take it well.”

I’ll take it well, I’ll be good. Woojung said so as he raised his hips high.

Sa Gongjun turned his palm over. The fingers inside also flipped around. He pushed with all his might until the part where his fingers met his palm was pressed firmly against Woojung’s buttocks. He nudged and prodded the convex part his fingers brushed against, then bent his fingertips and scratched it.

Woojung’s thigh trembled and then buckled. At that, Sa Gongjun pulled out the fingers that had been plundering his inner walls and slapped both of his buttocks. Woojung, letting out a sob, put strength in his knees and raised his hips high.

“I haven’t even done anything much, don’t be such a baby.”

Sa Gongjun rubbed the space between the bright red, flushed buttocks. The area between his legs was all slippery with the sticky fluid Woojung had let out. After gauging the entrance with his fingertips, Sa Gongjun gripped Woojung firmly between his waist and thigh.

Then he pushed his fingers in again. Barely touching, teasing the surrounding area, Woojung pushed his hips back to adjust his position.

“Hk, eut….”

The fingertips that had been moving gently became hard. He pressed down firmly and drove his fingers in. He shook them until the muscles wrapped around his forearm tensed up and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

“Hyaaa! Hk… Director, Director….”

A scream erupted from Woojung, who had his head buried in the bed. Woojung’s shoulder blades, as he lay face down, jutted out, and his rear clenched tightly. One part stung, another burned, and another itched like crazy. The area below his waist was all tingling, and his mind was exploding like fireworks.

The tips of his feet, which had been resting quietly on the mattress, gradually rose into the air before dropping with a thud. Every time he kicked his legs, the skin on his thigh chafed against the belt wrapped around it, stinging. Then, the fingers that had been tickling his insides suddenly slipped out.

Sa Gongjun, who was admiring the glistening, wet buttocks, took a sharp breath when he saw the hole that had turned red after just a few thrusts. A sweet scent that felt like it would melt his head filled the suite.

He fixed his gaze and lowered his pants. He laid his cock bare between the warm buttocks and pulled on Woojung’s thigh. He moved leisurely, listening to the groans rising from below.

There was something about his clumsiness, reaching out his hands without knowing where they were buried, that stirred a man.

If I thrust my hips all the way in, he’ll probably tremble like a broken machine.

Sa Gongjun lifted the leg with the belt wrapped around it. The moment the teetering Woojung fell to his side, he pierced his hole.

“Heuk!”

It was still tight inside. Thrust, thrust. No matter how many times he pushed with force, he couldn’t get all the way in. It took a lot of work and was troublesome to tame, but the warm inner walls that wrapped around his flesh without a single gap were quite to his taste.

At the tip of his glans touching Cheon Woojung, at the head, at the groin attached to the buttocks, on the thighs. A numbing pleasure swept through every corner of his body, down to the capillaries spread throughout. This shocking reverberation pooled in his lower abdomen, going so far as to create a woong, woong vibration.

Sa Gongjun, standing at the edge of the bed, tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure.

“…Haa.”

He wrapped the leather belt around his palm and moved like a machine. With every thump, thump, squelch, squelch sound, Woojung’s round buttocks flattened and swayed repeatedly. Listening to the sounds, Sa Gongjun began to ravage his insides more roughly and quickly. Then, as if he was displeased, he pulled out in one swift motion.

The slightly open hole twitched, searching for the pillar it had been holding.

“Lie on your back and grab your knees.”

“Hk, euk….”

Woojung moved slowly. He pressed his back against the bed and folded his arms to hug his thighs.

“…Ah, eut!”

Sa Gongjun put one leg on the bed and once again shoved his fingers inside. He pressed three fingers together and scratched vigorously at the spot that Woojung had cried and pleaded he couldn’t take.

“Haeut! Ah, ah, haeuu.”

When Woojung writhed, he bent his fingers and moved as if to pierce through his stomach.

He couldn’t stand it. The moment he turned his writhing body to the side, the fingers that had slipped out sharply struck the space between his buttocks.

The hole that he had worked so hard to stretch clenched shut again without a gap, and the thick, rugged pillar of flesh once again pierced Woojung’s body. He clenched his teeth so hard a grinding sound was heard and threw his head back.

“Aack! Heuu… heup….”

“Relax your muscles. So I can put it all the way in.”

The inner walls were not something that would stretch just by being touched by a hand for a moment. He forcefully shoved his completely swollen penis in and moved his hips.

“Director… I… I can’t do this…. Tomorrow, tomorrow again….”

“When it comes to killing the mood, there’s no one who can beat  Cheon Woojung.”

Woojung’s head turned limply. His round forehead, the bridge of his nose, and his cheeks were all covered in a cold sweat. It was to the point where he thought it would be better to just close his eyes right then and there.

“Shut your mouth.”

“Ah, heuu… I don’t feel well….”

“If you don’t have the talent to match my mood, then shut your mouth and at least match the atmosphere.”

The cold sweat drenching his cheeks gathered and flowed down to his ear.

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s shoulders, which kept trying to push away, and thrust his hips like a dog in heat. If he could, he wanted to push his entire body into the warm hole.

Yes, yes… I’ll do well. I’ll do as you say….

Woojung murmured, lying like a dead frog with his stomach exposed.

Sa Gongjun didn’t even bother to listen to the words Woojung barely managed to utter. He planned to thrust to his heart’s content until he was satisfied, until the boiling heat inside him subsided.

Throb. The blood vessel wrapped around the glans pulsed precariously. The head, red from friction, knocked at the entrance near a part it already knew well. Woojung, even with his head dizzy from the rising fever, tried to turn his body over to avoid him.

He now knew all too well what was about to happen.

“Ah, haeuh….”

He writhed, clawing at the sheets. Sa Gongjun’s hand, which had been gripping Woojung’s body, slipped on the sweat. His eyes flashing with lust, he pulled Woojung toward him. He roughly wiped his body with a nearby comforter and bound Woojung’s arms and legs.

“Eugh, eut.”

The space between his legs was completely soaked. Sa Gongjun pushed his glans into the opening that had clenched just as tightly as the entrance. The firmly locked door seemed to say it would not accept him, and he felt resentful.

He held Woojung tightly in his arms. Then, with all his might, he pushed his glans in. Thump, thud. He thrust hard, as if to crush his lower back. And the pressure and sense of expansion that followed became the most terrifying moment for Woojung, who had sexual experience as an omega.

“Hk, euk, hyaaa….”

The scent of the alpha, spewing out a copious amount of semen, grew thicker. He ejaculated long and hot, as if to pierce through Woojung’s thin stomach. The semen that Woojung couldn’t take all of spurted out, pfft, pik, from between the tightly sealed junction.

“Hk, ah… inside, don’t do it inside. Don’t do it… please… please.”

The ejaculation, accompanied by a knot, continued until Woojung was on the verge of passing out. Woojung, his vision fading, asked several times.

“…Is it over now.”

“Over?”

“Over, i-it’s o….”

“What do you mean, over. It’s just the beginning.”

“Hk, my stomach, my stomach hurts.”

“Where?”

“He, here… it hurts, haeut!”

“Oh dear.”

He pressed down firmly on Woojung’s stomach.

“Will the pain get a little better if I touch it for you?”

“Aeu, euhk.”

Woojung shook his head. Sobbing, he grabbed his hand, covering it with his own.

“Or… should I apply some medicine here?”

Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung, who was crying and clinging to him, and feigning ignorance, began the second knotting. The raw, bright red vaginal opening swallowed the glans as if it had been waiting. As the entrance grabbed, pulled, and sucked the glans in, a curse burst from Sa Gongjun’s mouth.

“Don’t, do it. Please.”

“This fucking mouth only says ‘don’t do it,’ but your hole,  Cheon Woojung, is chewing on my dick just fine.”

“Don’t do it, no…. You don’t have to give me money, I won’t take the money. Heo-eong. I was wrong. No, you can’t.”

He writhed from side to side, feeling as if a heavy stone had been placed on his heart.

“That’s not it. You have to take it until your hole bursts and take a lot of money too. Wasn’t that our contract.”

“Ah, heuu, Direc, tor….”

He spread the limply convulsing legs and drove into him until their lower bodies were pressed tightly together. He pumped until the bright red, swollen hole was soaked with the semen Sa Gongjun had spat out.

The fully swollen glans even crushed his prostate. The next climax arrived before the previous one had even ended.

Woojung’s breath caught in his throat from the excessive pleasure. He truly thought he might die just like this. His arms, his legs, not to mention even his own ejaculation, there wasn’t a single thing he could control.

“…Director.”

“…Fuck.”

“I’m, I’m scared. Director…. Hyaaa, euk.”

The only thing he could feel was the sound of his own breathing. It was just that the fiercely pierced below, the flesh chafing against the mercilessly moving Sa Gongjun, made him feel, ah, that this person was still by his side.

Woojung’s vision swayed giddily.

“What are you scared of. That you’ll get pregnant?”

“…Heo-euh, heup.”

Woojung nodded with his eyes closed.

At that, Sa Gongjun pulled out his penis. The inner walls that had been clinging tightly separated with a smack sound. Woojung also screamed.

“Kkeu, aack!”

Fingers dug into the completely ravaged hole. He forcibly spread the vaginal opening his fingertips touched and jerked his fingers.

“Push and spit it out.”

“Hk, euaa….”

Even without him pushing, the ejaculatory fluid flowed from between his spread legs. Sa Gongjun easily flipped Woojung’s body over and pressed close. And again, he inserted his penis into the hole.

After that, Sa Gongjun knotted three more times. And each time it ended, he would soothe Woojung, telling him to spit out the semen left inside. Drip. Something hot flowed from between Woojung’s legs.

Woojung, frozen in place, blinked his eyes. It was hard to tell if what was flowing now was the semen Sa Gongjun had shot or the slick he himself had let out. His body trembled. Woojung’s head turned to one side. At that, Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s chin and fixed it straight.

Looking at him up close, he felt more lust than murderous intent from him. Woojung extended his trembling arm and pulled Sa Gongjun’s shoulder to embrace him. A sense of relief finally faced amidst the terror and fear that he might die soon. That was what made Woojung move.

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Sa Gongjun, sitting leaning against the headboard of the bed, tapped the mattress with his fingers.

Is it really something to pass out over after just a few times?

He did think that it was starting to fit just right, so he had pounded away as much as he wanted just that one last time. Still, it didn’t seem like he had done it enough to make someone who could take it pass out like this.

Sa Gongjun lifted the comforter. The lingering scent of pheromones wafted from Woojung, who was lying face down, unconscious. His hand moved out before he knew it. It was just as he was tracing the slender line of his back with his hand and was about to grab and spread his buttocks. There was a knock from outside the bedroom.

“Director. It’s Choi Seokhyeon.”

“Speak.”

Secretary Choi was the type to adapt quickly. Unperturbed, he began his report mechanically toward the tightly shut door. Most of it had proceeded as Sa Gongjun had ordered, so there were no particular issues.

“There is something to report regarding  Cheon Woojung. It would be better for you to confirm this part directly….”

As soon as his name was mentioned, Woojung stirred in his spot.

Sa Gongjun covered Woojung with the comforter again. If it weren’t for the black hair peeking out from above, one wouldn’t even know a person was there. Putting on a robe, he opened the door and cut off Secretary Choi’s words.

“Let’s talk outside.”

The conversation, which seemed to fade in and out, pulled Woojung from the depths of sleep. There was the sound of slippers dragging, the sound of dress shoes stepping on the carpet. The footsteps, which had been pacing back and forth at a regular interval, grew more distant and the door closed.

Finally, at last, he was left alone on the bed.

Woojung lay without moving a muscle, just staring at the ceiling. Now, waking up naked in another person’s bed was not as embarrassing as it used to be. Even knowing that Secretary Choi was talking with Sa Gongjun outside, he did not tremble with anxiety.

Twitch. A pain as if his temples and the crown of his head were being pricked with a needle arose.

He wanted to drink some cool water. But it was only a thought. He had braced himself with so much strength during his time with Sa Gongjun that his legs and shoulders had spasmed, so he had no energy to get up.

“Haa….”

Woojung covered his forehead with a trembling hand and took a deep breath. One of his arms felt heavy.

He turned his arm over and back, staring into the air. An IV line was tangled around Woojung’s arm. He couldn’t believe that the man who had yelled at him to stop being a baby and do it properly had called a doctor to examine him.

Was he planning to pounce on me again once I came to my senses? Woojung’s complexion turned white at the thought.

I have to pretend to be asleep.

And then, he really did fall asleep.

Woojung woke up to the sunlight pouring onto the bed. He had to do something to get a grip. He first looked for his phone. It was on the nightstand right next to him. He couldn’t remember if he himself had put it there yesterday.

There was a message that twenty-five million won had been deposited into his account. He had received five million more than last time, and this time too, it was hard to know by what calculation he had received this much.

The amount he held in his hand each day was the same as what Woojung had earned by working diligently for a whole year some years ago. The amount Sa Gongjun had recently wired into his account reached a staggering forty-five million won. That amount did not even include the tips Woojung had personally earned while working as a staff member.

Just a few more times….

He hated himself for calculating in his head, but his mind did the math on its own. If he saved at this rate, it seemed possible to clear his debt in just half a year. It was an amount that would have followed him like a shackle and tormented him for his entire life if it hadn’t been for Sa Gongjun.

It was around the time Woojung closed his eyes and composed his breathing. A face abruptly appeared.

Sa Gongjun snapped his fingers in front of Woojung’s eyes in succession. Dressed in a neat shirt, trousers, and tie, with a jacket and coat draped over his arm, Sa Gongjun boasted proportions and looks that seemed to have been torn from a famous fashion pictorial and brought to life.

“When did you wake up.”

“…Just now.”

“You cry every time, so I thought you’d wake up crying too.”

The sound of Secretary Choi hurrying him could be heard from outside. Sa Gongjun didn’t even glance that way and looked down at Woojung. Then he suddenly raised his hand.

Woojung’s body, which had been difficult to even move, jumped up. He dodged to the corner to avoid the hand that could grab his hair and choke his neck at any moment.

“Do you want to get hit?”

“N-no.”

“Then why do you look like you’re waiting for it.”

What can I do to get through this smoothly? It seems he won’t hit me if I’m close. Thinking that, Woojung moved quickly with a keen sense. He found the palm suspended in mid-air and pressed his cheek against it. He intended not to even leave a distance to be struck.

When he tilted his head and settled into place, he could feel Sa Gongjun’s fingers flinch. Thinking this was his chance, he presented the back of his hand with the IV needle stuck in it so it was clearly visible, and sat down close to his thigh. He intended to say he was in pain and buy a few days’ time.

“What is it.”

“The back of my hand hurts a lot.”

“The back of your hand?”

“Yes.”

Sa Gongjun smiled. He asked Woojung back in a rather gentle voice.

“Doesn’t it hurt anywhere else?”

“Other places h-hurt too.”

Is the plan working? If he said he wasn’t in pain to be polite, he thought he might pounce on him again, so he said he was in pain. Then he lifted the back of his hand for him to see. Sa Gongjun supported that hand from below. When he dressed in fine clothes and acted with some manners, he didn’t seem like the same person who had acted like a dog in heat at night.

“Where else?”

“Pardon?”

“You showed me that the back of your hand hurts. So you should show me where else it hurts too.”

Sa Gongjun put his knee on the bed. Woojung gathered all the comforter he could and made a wall in front of his body.

“It’s not that severely painful.”

“ Cheon Woojung. Were you pretending to be in pain?”

“Ah, that’s, that’s not pretending to be in pain.”

“Then tell me where it hurts.”

Woojung groaned and then said.

“…Be, between my legs.”

His eyes were sharp. When he firmly closed his mouth, the atmosphere surrounding Woojung turned cold. Only after clasping his hands together tightly did Woojung open his mouth.

“Below… my butt hurts a lot.”

“Oh dear.”

A hint of amusement was mixed in the sympathetic exclamation. Woojung lowered his eyes and pressed his arms and legs tightly to his body.

“It really hurts so I don’t think I can do it well, and I think that might make you feel bad, Director.”

“But?”

“I was a little scared to tell you.”

“So you suffered in silence all by yourself?”

“Yes.”

“You shouldn’t do that.”

Their eyes met. When Woojung lowered his gaze, Sa Gongjun grabbed Woojung’s chin and forced their eyes to meet.

“I’ll take a look, so show me your ass.”

Woojung decided to play along with him for the time being. He decided not to get on his nerves, to do as he wanted, and then look for a chance to get off the cruise earlier than planned.

Having made that decision, Woojung stealthily turned his body over.

Sa Gongjun grabbed and spread Woojung’s buttocks. A large palm covered the wound. The heat was transmitted directly to his palm. There was bruising everywhere his hand touched, and the space between his buttocks was even raw and bright red. He clicked his tongue, saying how could he fuck as he pleased when the skin was like this.

Sa Gongjun, after lifting and placing his hand a few times, struck his buttocks.

“Eut.”

Woojung unknowingly tensed his lower abdomen. Then he fell over onto his side. He found the comforter and hugged it in a ball. He was so anxious that he felt at ease only when he was hugging something.

“You, you said you’d take a look.”

“It just looks like it wants to be hit.”

Sa Gongjun covered Woojung’s cheek, traced up the bridge of his nose, and brushed away the hair covering his forehead. Grabbing his bangs in one hand, he pulled Woojung up.

“But where is this.”

“Ah, aack.”

Woojung, thinking Sa Gongjun was looking for a place to hit him, clenched his teeth. Seeing that, Sa Gongjun let out a deflated breath.

“…Here we go again. It’s disgusting, so fix that habit.”

Sa Gongjun looked closely at Woojung’s face as if examining something, then tossed him onto the bed.

Woojung rubbed the goosebumps on his forearm. Compared to the day he was kicked out of the bed, this was nothing.

“We will be at Incheon Port soon. I have a meeting, so I’m leaving first.”

I’m not the least bit curious, so I don’t care where he goes or for what. I don’t know why he’s acting like this now when he was pouncing on me like he was going to kill me before. I wish I had the ability to read the mind of someone who’s so hot and cold. Then it wouldn’t be so scary.

Woojung’s expression relaxed at that thought. When the cruise arrived at Incheon Port and Sa Gongjun went to his meeting, all that was left for him was to return to his small rented room. When he couldn’t hide his emotions and showed his good mood as it was, Sa Gongjun’s expression hardened.

“Are you happy that you won’t see me? Feeling like you’ve hit the jackpot?”

“…Not that much.”

“Not that much?”

“I’m not that happy.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“…….”

“How about trying to lie a little more convincingly? That’s the only way I’ll feel like being deceived.”

Sa Gongjun supported Woojung’s hand from below, then lowered his gaze. He looked at the needle and bandage on the neat back of his hand, fiddled with the soft fingers, then squeezed them.

“Answer my calls well.”

“Yes.”

“And don’t do anything useless.”

“Yes.”

Woojung could fully understand what Sa Gongjun’s added words meant. It seemed Woojung would disappear without a trace before he could run to the police station to report him. He did not want that to happen.

“And this.”

Sa Gongjun held out a card. On the front of the card he offered, a beast of prey was glaring. Woojung thought, ah, this person even uses a card that’s just like him.

“Should I stick it in your ass for you?”

“…No.”

Sa Gongjun opened the hand that had handed over the card wide and gripped Woojung’s arm. He squeezed until the flesh bulged and a palm print formed, then slid his hand deep into the crook of his arm. Each time he rubbed the tender skin under Woojung’s arm, Woojung’s body heat and lingering scent intertwined.

“But why the card….”

“Get off the cruise and don’t go around earning petty cash. Use the card I’m giving you and stay quiet.”

Woojung was startled and returned the card to him.

“I, I can’t accept it.”

“Accept it and use it. Don’t spend a single penny of your own money,  Cheon Woojung, just carry this card and use it for payments.”

Woojung couldn’t understand what on earth Sa Gongjun was saying.

“Why, why?”

“Because I need to know what you’re doing when you’re out of my sight.”

“…….”

“Wouldn’t I be in a very difficult position if you,  Cheon Woojung, were to go and tell someone about what happened today.”