TTD 144

With every thrust, his body jolted up and down, leaving him in a daze. After a while, Il-hyun moved to the sofa with Ja-kyung in his arms and lay down. Suddenly on top, Ja-kyung reached out to touch Kang Il-hyun’s face.

As his fingers brushed against Kang Il-hyun’s lips, Kang Il-hyun audibly sucked them in. Ja-kyung laughed at that and slowly began to move his waist. The first time they had this position, he felt like he would die from embarrassment, but now he had grown quite accustomed to it and had even learned how to twist his waist.

Kang Il-hyun reached back and firmly grabbed Ja-kyung’s buttocks, and Ja-kyung gasped as he lifted and lowered his hips.

“Ha, is it good, sir?”

“Call me ‘honey.'”

Since it was a pleading tone, Ja-kyung leaned forward and whispered in Kang Il-hyun’s ear. “Is it good, honey?” With that, Kang Il-hyun held his waist and pressed down. His abdomen quickly heaved, and warmth spread through his belly.

Unable to climax, Ja-kyung barely managed to sit up, gripping his own cock and rubbing it up and down. As he pinched his nipple with his other hand and made a lewd expression, Kang Il-hyun chuckled and changed positions, pinning Ja-kyung beneath him. He playfully caressed Ja-kyung’s lips and grinned mischievously.

“You really meant to go all out today, huh?”

***

“Honey, I’m heading to work.” Ja-kyung vaguely remembers saying goodbye while half-asleep. After struggling all night, he fell asleep at dawn and woke up to find the sun high in the sky.

As Ja-kyung stretched, he walked zombie-like to the bathroom, feeling pain throughout his body as if he’d been beaten. Wearing only a single piece of underwear, he looked in the mirror, where bite marks were clearly visible everywhere. Unlike before, since he wasn’t tanning, his skin bruised and reddened more easily – something Il-hyun particularly enjoyed.

Sighing while looking at his swollen nipples, Ja-kyung quickly washed up and changed clothes. The one fortunate thing was that he only left marks in places that wouldn’t show. He wasn’t sure whether to be grateful he preserved his dignity, or consider it another sign of possessiveness.

Entering the living room, he noticed the kitchen was unusually busy with staff carrying food ingredients. While wondering if guests were coming, he spotted a large box on the living room table. As he stood staring at it, the housekeeper approached.

“The CEO sent it as a gift.”

The housekeeper smiled pleasantly, but Ja-kyung couldn’t. Why suddenly? Gifts were fine, but the size was very suspicious. Due to previous experience, he carefully untied the ribbon with a serious expression. Opening the lid revealed a cake. Ja-kyung finally smiled in relief.

“It’s cake.”

“It’s from a famous bakery, supposedly very good. We’ll serve it as dessert after meals.”

Just as he was feeling guilty for suspecting it might be Veronica’s severed head covered in cream, noise erupted from upstairs as people came down. It was Wang Lun, Wang Han, and several others from yesterday’s party. Before he could ask what was happening, the housekeeper explained that the CEO had specially requested meals be prepared for the guests.

Everyone greeted Ja-kyung, asking if he slept well. There were as many languages as there were ethnicities. Even Veronica expressed how much fun last night was, asking to relay thanks to his boyfriend and praising what a good person he’d found.

While Ja-kyung felt happy, he also worried that Il-hyun might still be plotting against Veronica’s life somewhere. Whether aware of his concerns or not, everyone maintained their excited mood. Meanwhile, Wang Lun came over and put his arm around Ja-kyung’s neck.

“Wei. I misjudged CEO Kang. I didn’t know he was such an open-minded man.”

Wang Han, who was listening, snorted and revealed new information.

“Lun. Be honest. You knew Wei could get in trouble.”

When asked what that meant, Han explained the situation. Yesterday, Wang Lun had contacted Il-hyun asking to use the villa, and during their conversation learned about Veronica’s presence. When Ja-kyung angrily asked if he was crazy, Wang Lun wore a somewhat wronged expression.

“Actually, CEO Kang was the one who suggested we come here first.”

“True, yesterday was unexpected for me too. I thought he had some scheme when he called us over, but to treat us like this? The more I know him, the more decent he seems.”

Ja-kyung frowned. These people didn’t care about his life at all and just kept praising Il-hyun. Suddenly, he had become this wonderful boyfriend overflowing with open-mindedness, understanding, and consideration.

Whether sincere or not, it was true that he was grateful. And it was also true that he feared when Il-hyun’s mood might change and use them as fertilizer for the watermelon field. Everyone seemed to still be caught up in last night’s party atmosphere and suggested swimming after meals. Ja-kyung mingled with them for a while before naturally slipping into the bedroom to leave Il-hyun a thankful message. He even added three heart emojis.

***

Il-hyun loosened his tie and gazed outside with a tired expression. Despite the late hour, the streets were filled with people enjoying nightlife. When he was younger, he wasn’t much different, but with age, his interests had changed.

Today too, time had slipped towards midnight while drinking and playing along with old politician. Since he spent more time at the company than home, the days he saw Ja-kyung’s face were becoming increasingly rare.

“Tae-soo.”

“Yes, CEO.”

“After wrapping everything up, should we take the cat and go live on the island?”

Park Tae-soo wore a barely perceptible smile, and Il-hyun let out a quiet sigh. The other day, when he learned through Wang Lun that Ja-kyung’s ex-girlfriend had come to Korea, he had considered just killing her.

However, not wanting to be hated, he showed generosity by offering his house and hosting a party. Actually, he was curious about the person Ja-kyung had dated. But upon meeting her, she was better than expected. She had a bright smile, was outgoing, considerate, and matched much better with Ja-kyung than he did.

Though his insides were boiling, he didn’t show it to Ja-kyung. He barely suppressed the urge to strangle him during sex. He wanted to gift Veronica’s head instead of cake the next day but held back on that too.

“Would Ja-kyung live well without me?”

“I don’t think so.”

“If I were in danger, would he come to save me right away?”

“Didn’t he step up for you before?”

He wasn’t a child, yet he found himself wanting confirmation of love. Is this what they call affection deficiency? Was he trying to fill the void of not receiving love from his parents in his childhood through Ja-kyung? As he pondered this, they left the city and drove through a quiet area when several motorcycles approached, zooming past them.

He glanced at them indifferently when suddenly a motorcycle stopped in front of him. As he hit the brakes, the other motorcycles surrounded them. One guy got off and tapped on the driver’s side window, but Tae-soo didn’t react.

“Should we push through? Or take care of them?”

Il-hyun thought for a moment before gesturing to lower the window. The man showed a knife while smirking.

“Hey misters. We’re not bad people. We just want to talk, so get out.”

“Right, give us money and we’ll just leave.”

“Riding a car like this, you must have cash on you? Or at least give us that watch.”

Listening to this, Il-hyun’s lips curved upward. Take care of them. As soon as the words fell, Tae-soo opened the door and stepped out. The thugs backed away, startled by his unexpectedly tall and sturdy build.

When one guy gathered courage and swung his knife, Tae-soo immediately subdued him and twisted his arm. The sound of bones breaking along with screams echoed through the empty road, and the rest of them started getting beaten to pulp one by one.

While most were on the ground groaning, a few tried to escape on motorcycles. Il-hyun got out, grabbed one of the unharmed guys on a motorcycle and dragged him over, forcing him to kneel. Looking at his fallen companions, the man pleaded in terror.

“Please spare me! Please! We were wrong! I have a sick mother at home,”

Il-hyun put his index finger to his lips. Shh. Your mom might be sick, but my mom is dead. When the man barely held back his tears, Il-hyun extended his hand.

“Phone.”

The man took out his mobile phone and handed it over. After unlocking the pattern password, a photo of a woman in swimsuit appeared. Il-hyun dialed Ja-kyung’s number and returned the phone to the man.

“Can you do as told?”

“What? Yes!”

“Call this number now and say you’ve kidnapped CEO Kang Il-hyun.”

“What?”

“Are your ears blocked?”

“Ah, no! I understood! I can do it!”