MIM 56

He changed into his pajamas and was about to lie down on the bed when he saw a small box on the bedside table. What’s this? Is it a bomb that will explode as soon as I open it? As he cautiously examined it, he belatedly remembered that today was his birthday. Jae-seung let out a sigh-like laugh and rubbed his face roughly. It was the moment he realized how sensitive he had become.

Did one of the employees leave it? If a guest had brought a gift, they would have given it in the reception room, not come all the way here to leave it. Jae-seung carefully picked up the box with both hands. It was very light, so it wasn’t a bomb.

Was it Woo-hee? Maybe it was Butler Hwang. He chuckled, finding it cute that they had secretly left a gift. Still, it was his birthday, so the end of the day wasn’t as bad as he had thought. He gently untied the ribbon and opened the box.

“What is this.”

Inside was a tie. A green tie with a simple design. He turned the box upside down and shook it, but not even a card came out, so he couldn’t figure out who had left it.

He couldn’t sleep. Jae-seung lay in bed, aimlessly staring at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept soundly for more than four hours since Shin-woo had left the mansion. Even if he fell asleep for a short time, he would wake up quickly, so the quality of his sleep was poor, and if he took medicine to sleep, he would dream too much and be tired the next day. He had hoped that he would fall asleep as soon as he lay down because it had been a busy day, but of course, that wasn’t the case.

As he lay quietly with his hands folded on his stomach, he heard a knock. Soon, Shin-woo peeked his head in. Remembering that he had moved his chair when he had come to the bedroom earlier, he was holding a chair in one hand. He placed the chair next to the bed and sat down, then immediately greeted him.

“Go to sleep.”

It felt as if the past few days of insomnia had been a dream, and the presence of the guy next to him felt natural.

Does it make sense to bring the guy who invited thugs to my birthday party into the bedroom? Jae-seung’s mind was complicated because he couldn’t understand it, but despite that, his heart gradually calmed down as he felt the gaze on him. With each rise and fall of his chest, steady breaths followed.

But still, he couldn’t sleep. It was because blood had started to flow to his cock, which he hadn’t been aware of until now.

He had masturbated while in the storage twice and thought he was getting better, but he was still like this. Since he started going into rut this year, it seemed he was only now experiencing the puberty filled with sexual desire that others had experienced early on. The exposure to Omega Pheromone would also have an effect, and the fact that the guy he had rolled around with in the dusty storage was right next to him didn’t help at all.

As Jae-seung started stroking his thigh, Shin-woo glanced at him. He seemed to have noticed his condition, but didn’t approach him first.

As he focused all his attention on his senses, which had become completely sensitive, it felt like Omega Pheromone was still lingering in the room. Two people had caused a commotion here, and since he hadn’t ventilated the room, there was a good chance. His body, which had once been aroused, was being exposed to Pheromone again and wanted a release. As time went on, he didn’t fall asleep, but his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

Yes. This was an irresistible instinct. Jae-seung turned to look at Shin-woo, who was staring blankly at him in the dark, and slowly brought his hand between his legs. Suddenly, a spiteful curiosity arose.

If I masturbate here, will he get hard again?

“…Haa.”

The inside of his underwear was already hot and damp. Jae-seung lowered his pants and pulled out his thick, hand-filling cock. He slightly parted his thighs to relax and sucked on his fingers to wet them, then gripped the base of his cock. As he slowly stroked it up and down, exhaling hot breaths, his skin gradually became sweaty. He was getting hot. Shin-woo’s breathing subtly quickened, and he heard the sound of shoes scraping against the floor as he adjusted his position.

Listening to those small sounds as he stroked his cock, heat soon gathered at the glans. The sound of moisture forming continued in the quiet room. Jae-seung gently masturbated, controlling the strength of his grip, just enough to feel good without ejaculating.

“Uhmm…”

Jae-seung, moaning with his head tilted back, slowly turned to the side. Shin-woo, who had crossed his legs in the opposite direction from before, avoided his gaze.

The time he had endured was only a few seconds. With the sound of the chair being dragged, he got up from his seat.

“I’ll step out for a moment.”

“Where are you going? Stay and sit down.”

Jae-seung’s voice was cracked, perhaps because he had opened and closed his throat several times while moaning, and it echoed softly. Shin-woo hesitated for a moment, then sat back down on the chair. Jae-seung turned his body to the side and lay down, exhaling excited breaths.

As Shin-woo pressed the switch within reach, the lights near the window turned on, casting a soft glow. The darkness receded, revealing Shin-woo’s flushed face.

“Sit with your legs open.”

At the mischievous command, Shin-woo’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He swallowed, then clamped his jaw shut, causing his ears to twitch. It was a face Jae-seung had been seeing often lately.

Slowly, his knees parted. A little more. Each time he tried to stop at an awkward position, Jae-seung chided him, and his legs opened little by little. Until the not-so-stretchy pants stretched taut, pressing against his cock.

Shin-woo, with his legs wide open, gripped the edges of the chair with both hands. Seeing his reddened ears and neck, the cock in Jae-seung’s hand twitched. Jae-seung sat facing him, touching himself. He cupped and rubbed the glans, which was starting to get wet with his large hand, then gasped as he rubbed his thumb against his urethra. While doing so, Jae-seung’s gaze was fixed between Shin-woo’s legs, never wavering.

The gap between his knees slowly narrowed, and upon closer inspection, his crotch was more pronounced than before. As soon as Jae-seung confirmed the thick bulge, he lifted his bare foot and stomped on it.

“Ugh!”

Shin-woo groaned as he flinched and lowered his upper body. As Jae-seung pressed down on his crotch with his foot, it became warmer and warmer. The heat transmitted through his pants instantly transferred to Jae-seung. Shin-woo’s increasingly hard cock was pushing against the sole of his foot.

After taking his foot away, he could see at a glance what state Shin-woo was in. In the middle of his long legs, spread wide open, was a stiff cock, its curves and shape clearly visible. As Jae-seung obsessively ran his gaze over the large cock clinging to his left thigh, Shin-woo dropped his head, as if unable to bear the sight.

His heart was racing. He felt the blood rushing through his body, and his patience dwindled instantly. Jae-seung gripped the sheet tightly with the hand he wanted to reach out and grab him with.

“Are you really doing this for the money?”

“…I don’t know what kind of answer you’re expecting, but you’re way off.”

“Really?”

“Getting turned on by something lewd is just… human instinct.”

His cock was so hard it looked like his pants would burst, but he was still talking. Jae-seung grabbed Shin-woo’s arm and dragged him onto the bed. The guy who was so docile during his rut was now trying to resist, putting strength into his legs for a moment. Was he worried about his girlfriend? The thought made him laugh. If he got this hard watching a man masturbate, he was doomed with women from the start.

Lying down, his crotch was even more bulging than when he was sitting. As Jae-seung grabbed the bulge over his pants, Shin-woo flinched and grabbed Jae-seung’s arm.

Come to think of it, he almost forgot. Jae-seung took out the handcuffs he had stashed in the drawer and put them on Shin-woo’s arm. Even as he offered his hand, he wore an unwilling expression. The green eyes looking down at him glistened with a different light than in their previous encounters.

Jae-seung’s hand caressed Shin-woo’s shirt collar, then rubbed the top button as if pressing down on it. Shin-woo’s gaze followed as the button popped out of the buttonhole. When it reached the button near his lower abdomen, he bit his lower lip.

He tried to take off his shirt, but it wouldn’t come off. He saw that the shirt garters were pulling the hem taut. Jae-seung frowned, unable to understand why he was wearing them until just before going to bed.

“Don’t take it off, just do what you were doing.”

He said that and tried to turn over and lie face down. Not a chance. Jae-seung scoffed and climbed onto Shin-woo’s thigh, putting his weight on it. He held his handcuffed hands above his head and slipped his hand between the open shirt.

The skin on his hands was rough with scars. During his rut, he was so focused on finding a hole to fuck that he didn’t realize his body was in such a mess.