PIA 83

It began as mere exploration. Smelling each other’s scent, letting one’s own pheromone flow in.

He urged him to taste him, pushing himself into the passage he had to breathe through to survive.

Their lightly touching skin quickly pressed together and rubbed roughly. The man’s teeth gently bit Ji-an’s t0ngue, then sucked it like candy.

“Ah, uh, Hyung-nim…”

As Ji-an managed to separate his mouth and mumbled, Jeong Hee-seo smiled, curling his lips.

“Why are you naked anyway?”

“I, I was going to buy some underwears.”

“Ji-an-ah, I’m not that narrow-minded. I’ll respect your preferences, so just wear them. Don’t feel self-conscious.”

Ji-an’s eyes narrowed, feeling wronged. Jeong Hee-seo laughed, and l1cked his lips with his tongue. Ji-an could only exhale heated breaths helplessly at the kisses landing with soft sounds.

“Why are you suddenly trying to change?”

“…Uh, no, that’s not it.”

“I said just wear them.”

“Ha, I’m going to burn all my panties.”

“It’s fine if you keep going without them too.”

The lips brushing between words were ticklish. They kissed deeply, lips melding together, with t0ngues teasingly l1cking Ji-an. 

The whispering and the movements below made Ji-an unable to think straight. Hot fingers gently caressed his testicles, then began to stroke his hardening d1ck, lifting it up.  The plump tip of the vigorously swollen d1ck twitched, dripping fluid.

Unable to resist the sensations, Ji-an opened his mouth, and Jeong Hee-seo pushed his t0ngue in deeper. He svcked on Ji-an’swet lips and made slurping sounds as he delved deep into his throat.

Ji-an’s hands, which had been feeling Jeong Hee-seo’s shoulders and neck, touched his soft earlobe. As he played with the cooler edge of the ear, Jeong Hee-seo let out a low moan through his teeth.

“Haah… Hyung-nim…”

I can’t think straight. He’s too good at kissing. Though I have no reference point with my lack of experience.

His lips parted reluctantly, and Ji-an faced Jeong Hee-seo with a dazed expression, his face flushed. He too seemed affected by the kiss, his eyes full of heat. This excited Ji-an even more.

Jeong Hee-seo continuously broke down the walls Ji-an kept consciously putting up. His methods were diverse. He intoxicated him with his pheromones and subdued him with his gaze and body heat.

Ji-an pulled him close again. This time, he initiated the kiss. Despite only learning for a few days, he boldly opened his lips and took him in deeply. Jeong Hee-seo tensed up as it was the first time Ji-an had approached him first. Ji-an gently caressed his stiff neck.

As Jeong Hee-seo’s hand slipped under his t-shirt, Ji-an gasped, pulling him closer. His lips moved urgently away, releasing a damp breath near Jeong Hee-seo’s ear.

“Nngh… hnn…”

Jeong Hee-seo svcked on the thin skin of his neck where his pulse raced. He pressed Ji-an’s er3ct n1pples, taut with tension, as if crushing them with his fingers. The pressure sent a tingling sensation down Ji-an’s spine.

Jeong Hee-seo supported Ji-an’s legs with his thigh as he was about to slide down. His touch on Ji-an’s already erect d1ck grew rough, making him pant. Unable to breathe properly, Ji-an couldn’t even think of kissing and rested his forehead on Jeong Hee-seo’s shoulder.

As Jeong Hee-seo circled the sensitive glans with his thumb, a surge of slick fluid burst out. When he stroked Ji-an’s d1ck with his wet hand, Ji-an shook his head vigorously. Jeong Hee-seo kept pressing his lips to her nape as if to soothe him.

“You need pheromones, don’t you?”

“Ah…”

It was the moment he whispered. Before Ji-an could refuse, Jeong Hee-seo released his pheromones. Ji-an’s ears and neck flushed hot. Jeong Hee-seo quietly turned his gaze to Ji-an, who had buried his face in his chest. Watching the white skin blush to a peach color against the dark suit was intoxicating.

“Haah, I, I think I’m going to… Ah, hyung…”

“It’s okay. Let it out.”

As Ji-an clung to him, Jeong Hee-seo kneaded his buttocks like melted rice cakes and moved his hand quickly on his d1ck. The wet fluid made lewd, squelching sounds. Ji-an wished he could cover his ears.

“Hnngh!”

Ji-an’s vision flickered at the sharp pleasure. Ji-an helplessly cried out as Jeong Hee-seo not only fondled his d1ck with his hand but also rubbed his perineum and h0le with his thigh. Jeong Hee-seo held him tightly and licked him as he shuddered at the tingling sensation.

Ji-an clung to Jeong Hee-seo’s neck, trembling as he climaxed.

“Ah, I… hic!”

While comforting the quivering Ji-an, Jeong Hee-seo took out a handkerchief and wiped his softening d1ck that had lost strength. He kept kissing Ji-an’s reddened ears, smiling widely enough to show his canines, saying he did well.

The handkerchief quickly became soiled with Ji-an’s semen. Jeong Hee-seo’s pants and shirt were also a mess, splattered with semen. Ji-an’s eyes filled with dismay at the white stains on his black suit pants.

“…What should we do? This won’t come out easily.”

“We can just throw it away.”

At his calm tone, Ji-an made a sulky face. He wanted to whine and blame it all on him, but seeing his own release, he couldn’t speak. Jeong Hee-seo smiled brightly as he rolled up the semen-stained handkerchief and held it.

“That’s dirty, please give it to me.”

Ji-an lunged to snatch it, intending to throw it away, but Jeong Hee-seo clenched his fist and pulled back.

“This is a gift from you, so I’ll wash it myself.”

A flush of heat rose to Ji-an’s eyes. It wasn’t the act of ejaculating into his hand but seeing him cherish the handkerchief as a gift that set Ji-an’s heart on fire. In his wavering vision, Jeong Hee-seo’s thigh came into focus.

“H-hyung-nim, aren’t you going to…?”

At the provocative question, Jeong Hee-seo raised one eyebrow.

“I have to go back to the office, Ji-an. If we start now, I won’t be able to stop midway.”

Ji-an placed his hand on the bulge protruding from his thigh under the thin summer pants. The painfully erect d1ck was not only enormous in size but also radiated intense heat.

How is he planning to calm this down…

Ji-an furrowed his brows, then reached out with both hands to grasp his belt buckle.

“I’ll, I’ll help you release it.”

Jeong Hee-seo covered Ji-an’s hands with his own. Looking up, Ji-an saw Jeong Hee-seo’s flustered expression. Ji-an felt a strange emotion in that moment.

It was a small sense of joy. A faint feeling of victory made him smile. Seeing this strong, iron-willed man stiffen up and get flustered brought Ji-an joy and a sense of triumph.

“Come on.”

Ji-an’s eyes sparkled as he applied pressure with his fingertips.

* * *

“The Director is not in his office at the moment.”

Secretary Yoon put on a slightly exaggerated look of awkwardness. Despite conveying a strong desire for them to leave quickly, unfortunately, these were not the kind of people who would take the hint. After all, they were individuals who could come and go from the General Manager’s office without appointments.

Jeong Hee-young sighed deeply, resting her cheek on one hand.

“Oh, is that so? His phone isn’t working either… We came because the three of us had somewhere to go together, but what should we do?”

“See, noona? I told you. It’d be a wasted trip. His attendance has been terrible lately. I haven’t seen him stick around the company at all.”

Jeong Han-joo harshly criticized Jeong Hee-seo, regardless of the subordinate staff listening.

“That’s a misunderstanding. It’s different from the facts. He went out for an external meeting today too, it’s not an attendance issue. And you’re not in a position to judge such things.”

Unable to listen any longer, Secretary Yoon stepped in to defend Jeong Hee-seo, causing Jeong Han-joo’s face to immediately contort. Jeong Hee-young quickly intervened to smooth things over.

“Then how long should we wait? Or is there perhaps another way to contact him?”

She was essentially asking if there was a separate phone number they could use, but there wasn’t. Jeong Hee-seo wasn’t the type to keep such things. A situation where he couldn’t be contacted meant he absolutely didn’t want to be contacted.

“You can come back after scheduling an appointment. I’ll leave him a message.”

Secretary Yoon’s polite refusal made all the staff in the office hold their breath, but he seemed unperturbed. His ability to act this way came from the authority Jeong Hee-seo had granted him. In truth, they were still getting used to Jeong Hee-seo’s frequent absences from the office, so their eyes were filled with uncertainty.

“Well, nothing we can do. Han-joo, let’s go by ourselves. I’ll cover for Hee-seo’s share too.”

Jeong Hee-young, seeming to accept there was no alternative, puffed out her cheeks and retreated. Knowing her brother’s personality, she understood that insisting would be futile.

Before Secretary Yoon could even raise his bowed head towards the retreating pair, Jeong Han-joo, who had gone as far as the elevator, suddenly rushed back.

“Secretary Yoon.”

“Yes?”

“What about Ji-an? Doesn’t he come around these days?”

He used informal speech at the end of every sentence. Secretary Yoon’s eyebrows twitched as he watched Jeong Han-joo’s mouth.

“Ji-an is out receiving training at an external company.”

“Which external company?”

“Only the General Manager knows that.”

“…”

“…”

A tedious standoff ensued. Jeong Han-joo’s eyes darted around, gauging whether to make a scene right here and now. Looking at Yoon Woo-young’s confident expression, it seemed obvious he wouldn’t even break even, but backing down now would severely wound his pride.

“Since Secretary Yoon isn’t giving any answers, I guess there’s no choice.”

“I apologize.”

“I’ll have to hear it directly from hyung, as Secretary Yoon says. Noona! Where did you say hyung’s new house was?”

Jeong Han-joo raised his voice towards the elevator while keeping his eyes on Secretary Yoon’s expression. Secretary Yoon calmly met Jeong Han-joo’s gaze without flinching. Jeong Hee-young’s voice could be heard from afar, but the content wasn’t clear.

“Anyway. You’re being so uptight.”

In the end, Jeong Han-joo was the first to raise the white flag. He pointed at Secretary Yoon repeatedly with two fingers, indicating he’d be watching, as he backed out of the office. It was a rather pathetic display, but it wasn’t without tension. Only after he had completely disappeared did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

After the shadows of the unwelcome visitors had all vanished, Yoon Woo-young, seated at his desk, quietly picked up his phone and began typing a message to send to Jeong Hee-seo.