CI 2.12

“Ah, hnn…”

Son Yeo-il was terrified. It was frightening that this massive man was half pressing down on his body, but it was even more frightening that they might cross the line eventually. If he sucked on his ear anymore, Son Yeo-il might end up desperately clinging to him. Gathering his last remaining rationality, Son Yeo-il shook his head.

“You said, haah, you understood.”

At Son Yeo-il’s voice, which sounded as if he might end up in tears at the next moment, Won Hee-yeon quickly removed his head from beside his ear. With sounds like “Oh my, oh dear” as if flustered, he gave Son Yeo-il’s cheek a loud kiss.

“Don’t worry. I always follow our husband’s words perfectly, right?”

Though he seemed apologetic, instead of immediately backing away as expected, Won Hee-yeon had only raised his upper body while keeping his lower body entwined with Son Yeo-il’s. He even extended his pot-lid-sized hand to grasp both their organs at once.

“T-This…”

“This is legal, isn’t it? Right? Can’t just leave it standing up like this.”

It was shameless but true. Son Yeo-il also felt it would be uncomfortable to leave things as they were down below. The moment Son Yeo-il’s expression showed understanding, Won Hee-yeon quickly began to move his hand.

The large, rough hand rubbing against sensitive skin felt good. Although Won Hee-yeon’s knuckles had calluses, due to the fluids that had coated the shafts, there was no rough feeling, only slickness.

When the surface of the taut shaft rubbed against his upward stroking hand, it sent shivers up and down his spine, and when the concave parts below the glans stimulated each other, it felt as if his knees might give way.

It feels good. Why does it feel this good?

The pleasure was dozens of times greater than when done alone. Was it always this good to be touched by someone else? Was it because two organs were being touched together, or was it pleasant because the person touching Son Yeo-il was Won Hee-yeon?

Even while puzzling over this, the sensation rapidly intensified. When Won Hee-yeon had moved his hand more than a few times, Son Yeo-il felt the rising pleasure racing toward that place.

“Ah, I, I…”

“I’m about to come.” Thinking that someone might be listening outside, Son Yeo-il whispered quietly. The moment their eyes met, Won Hee-yeon’s shaft twitched greatly.

“Hoo…Yes. Release it freely. Hmm?”

“Ah, really, ha, hnnng…!”

Even in such a moment, Won Hee-yeon didn’t forget his mood-breaking words. Son Yeo-il shuddered, but the rising climax didn’t diminish at all. When Won Hee-yeon stroked downward once more, Son Yeo-il finally reached his limit.

His vision blurred and his breath caught, then white, opaque fluid flowed from the tip of Son Yeo-il’s organ. A pleasure intense enough to make the back of his head throb surged through him.

“Haah…uh, hnnng.”

The semen Son Yeo-il released was scattered stickily all over Won Hee-yeon’s hand and shaft, and Son Yeo-il’s lower abdomen. Having had no opportunity for self-pleasure for a while, the unusually white and thick color was embarrassing.

It felt like it was over. As usual, after ejaculation, Son Yeo-il wanted to collapse limply in place. The afterglow was intense, and having not eaten for two days, he had no strength left in his body.

But Won Hee-yeon seemed to have different thoughts. He looked down at Son Yeo-il’s stained lower body and breathed fiercely. His member had swollen to an unbelievable size.

By the time Son Yeo-il noticed the terrifying signs, it was already too late. Won Hee-yeon, his hands trembling, firmly grasped his own member and Son Yeo-il’s softening one.

“Ah, w-wait.”

The touch on his now hypersensitive area startled him, but Son Yeo-il, drained of energy, couldn’t properly resist. Won Hee-yeon began to move his hand even faster and rougher than before.

“Hic, eek, ugh.”

The sensation of having his genitals stimulated right after ejaculation was closer to discomfort than pleasure. To be precise, it was painful because the pleasure was too intense. His breath was choked off and his toes curled instinctively.

Since Won Hee-yeon had no intention of stopping, Son Yeo-il just hoped this moment would end quickly. But Won Hee-yeon’s vigor was undiminished. His breathing didn’t become urgent, his expression didn’t distort, and there was no hesitation in his shaking hand.

At this rate, I’ll come first!

Some unknown sensation made his groin throb. He had never experienced consecutive ejaculations like this before, and he couldn’t control the feeling that something was about to burst. If it was the sensation of ejaculation, it would just result in premature ejaculation, which would be fortunate, but if it was the urge to urinate, that would be problematic.

“Ugh, ah, no. Stop.” 

“Hmm. Almost there.”

Despite saying “almost there,” Won Hee-yeon’s tone remained unhurried. Feeling increasingly desperate, Son Yeo-il grabbed Won Hee-yeon’s arm tightly and whispered pleadingly.

“Won Hee-yeon…Quickly…”

The moment Son Yeo-il called his name, Won Hee-yeon’s gaze changed abruptly. The muscles on the side of his neck stood out vertically as he clenched his molars, and his hand gripping the cock tightened. Following that, Won Hee-yeon’s dark red, swollen penis shot out semen. It was so forceful that droplets of semen splattered on Son Yeo-il’s chest, stomach, and even his face.

“Haaah…”

Even while moaning, Won Hee-yeon stared intently at Son Yeo-il’s chin, which was covered with what he had just ejaculated. Though the persistent gaze was embarrassing, having semen on his face wasn’t particularly unpleasant. Rather, he felt a strange elation and even excitement come over him.

If Son Yeo-il had had any energy left, they might have started again with kissing. But Son Yeo-il had no strength left to even lift a finger. He had literally burned himself out.

“Honey. Was it good?”

Won Hee-yeon suddenly asked as he lay on his side next to Son Yeo-il. He didn’t forget to languidly express his sentiments, saying things like his penis felt like it was melting and that they were truly meant for each other.

Son Yeo-il didn’t mind these awkward and crude words. If he hadn’t been so overwhelmed with sleep, Son Yeo-il might have docilely replied, “Yes, it was good.”

His eyelids were too heavy to say anything. Instead of answering, Son Yeo-il tightly grasped the hem of Won Hee-yeon’s t-shirt and drifted off to sleep.

Oh no. The corners of my mouth keep turning up.

10:30 a.m. Representative Bae and Son Yeo-il were walking toward the Yongju branch court. Although it wasn’t a situation to be smiling about, Son Yeo-il found it very difficult to manage his expression.

It had been an exhilarating morning, both physically and emotionally. Today, Son Yeo-il had woken up in Won Hee-yeon’s bed. Although the moment he woke up, he was so hungry that his stomach was growling loudly, his body now felt very refreshed.

Until recently, Son Yeo-il couldn’t even fall asleep without alcohol, so even he hadn’t expected to sleep so deeply while bumping flesh with someone in a stranger’s bed. The sleep had been so sweet that he slept soundly for 9 hours without waking up even once during the night.

Not only that, Son Yeo-il had also eaten delicious food to his heart’s content. The first thing that greeted Son Yeo-il when he woke up was the savory smell of butter and bacon. Following that came Won Hee-yeon’s boisterous voice.

‘Oh my, the master of the house is awake! I was about to wake you, but how perfect your timing is. Come, come down here and have your meal. I thought the floor was going to collapse from your stomach growling.’

Won Hee-yeon brought out a quite decent platter of French toast, fried eggs, and bacon to the table. Even in his half-asleep state, Son Yeo-il asked incredulously:

‘Did you make this, Won Hee-yeon?’

‘Eesh. It’s nothing special. I was thinking of going out to buy a proper meal, but on a day like this, I thought it would be better to make something warm with care.’

Although he was dumbfounded, his stomach kept growling, so Son Yeo-il practically buried his nose in the plate and wolfed down the breakfast Won Hee-yeon had prepared.

It wasn’t just presentable—it was delicious. The French toast was soft, the egg yolk was perfectly medium-runny with crispy edges on the whites, and the bacon was moist.

When a surprised Son Yeo-il asked if he had always known how to cook, Won Hee-yeon, surprisingly, said he was quite capable of making dishes like pasta and steak.

He joked, “Korean food is difficult to make, but these things are just stir-fried or baked in the oven, so they’re not even real cooking,” but in fact, Son Yeo-il liked Western food too. To be precise, until coming to Yongju and trying various foods thanks to Won Hee-yeon, he had actually preferred Western cuisine.

Seeming to read Son Yeo-il’s interested expression, Won Hee-yeon placed morning coffee on his table as well and added flirtatiously, ‘Well then, you should come to my place again sometime. I’ll grill you a thick steak and serve you some aglio e olio. Did you take a look at my kitchen back then? The oven is quite useful. And the refrigerator is this big.’

‘Ah, yes…’

‘And since it’s a house with a good foundation, you don’t have to worry about thin walls. Right? Even if this Won Hee-yeon makes your penis sore, no one will hear… pfft.’

Because of Won Hee-yeon talking nonsense from early in the morning, Son Yeo-il’s cheeks turned bright red. He wanted to cover Won Hee-yeon’s mouth, but he was in the middle of drinking coffee, so Son Yeo-il pinched the tip of Won Hee-yeon’s nose with his thumb and index finger.

Startled, Won Hee-yeon almost spat out his coffee, but seeming to like the position of having his nose held, he soon grinned. Then he gently pressed the back of Son Yeo-il’s hand that was holding his nose, making the palm touch his lips.

His stomach fluttered at the hot, moist lips against his skin and the gaze looking at him. For a moment, he recalled the events of the previous night that he had tried to forget. The memory of crying like a child in the other man’s arms, and then tumbling around in bed doing lewd things.

‘Ahem, ahem. I need to go now. I have an important schedule today.’

Despite hearing words bordering on sexual banter, far from being displeased, his heart pleasantly fluttered. It seemed that Son Yeo-il had gone all the way now, but his expression remained stubbornly sullen.

No matter how much his heart had opened toward Won Hee-yeon, Son Yeo-il wasn’t the type to flirt by saying, “Last night was really good, wasn’t it?” At most, he would pull his hand away from Won Hee-yeon in embarrassment and change the subject.

Won Hee-yeon, finding even Son Yeo-il’s sudden primness cute, smiled brightly and helped him get ready for work. Saying he had prepared it thinking this might happen, he brought out a full set of a new suit, shirt, and tie, which made Son Yeo-il wonder what was going on.

Wait, I already have several new suits in my room, so why are there more new clothes? And my pajamas were all torn up last night, but when I woke up in the morning, he had me wearing the same thing again, so it seems he bought multiple sets…I should seriously ask him later how much money he spent at the department store that time.

The thought of the morning made Son Yeo-il smile secretively, then suddenly his expression changed to one of deep concentration as he calculated numbers. It was time to focus on work, but his mind was filled only with thoughts of Won Hee-yeon.

Saying that he had “important business” wasn’t a lie made up to put up walls. Today, Son Yeo-il had scheduled the most dramatic event among the cases he was handling as an apprentice attorney.

An arrest warrant had finally been requested for Son Yeo-il’s client, who was arrested for attempted illegal filming. Ahead of the substantive review scheduled for 11 o’clock, Son Yeo-il met with his handcuffed client in the waiting room next to the courtroom.

“Attorney! I can get out of here, right? Isn’t this illegal detention?”

The client, who had spent two nights in a detention cell, had lost the puffiness in his cheeks and looked thinner. He immediately started complaining upon seeing the familiar face of Son Yeo-il, but the person in charge of today’s hearing was not apprentice attorney Son Yeo-il but Representative Bae Gi-dong.

“Now, I’ll be handling today’s hearing. Let’s ask if you can get out or not, right now.”

Representative Bae, who had nearly 30 years of legal experience and over 10 years as an attorney, instantly quieted the client who was bucking like a colt. Perhaps thanks to Son Yeo-il’s thorough briefing about the records before coming to court, he asked the client only two questions.

Whether he still denied the charges, and whether he really lost his phone. The client nodded to both questions, and the substantive review proceeded immediately.

The atmosphere in the courtroom was tense and solemn. Son Yeo-il, who had never experienced a detention hearing before, let alone appeared in court for trial, felt nervous as well.

The client, afraid of being detained, showed a much more polite attitude than at the police station, but it seemed too late. The judge sitting on the bench bombarded him with questions in a calm tone that nonetheless conveyed a subtle disgust for the client.

“Suspect. Is it true that you lost the phone you used on the date of the first charge?”

“Yes, yes. I left it in a taxi when I got out. M-My girlfriend was with me at that time.”

“And that girlfriend is listed as the victim in the second charge.”

“That’s right. No, but if you say she’s the victim, it’s unfair to me. I really didn’t do anything that day…”

“According to your girlfriend’s statement, you asked her to corroborate your story that you lost it in a taxi, and you gave her your phone.”

At that moment, Son Yeo-il almost jumped up from his seat shouting, “What?” He knew his client was a lowlife, but he didn’t imagine he would be stupid enough to reoffend against someone he had asked to destroy evidence.

As the client seemed lost for words, his face stiff and lips quivering, the judge asked the police officers sitting in the gallery.

“You’re here from the police station regarding this case? Is the suspect’s phone currently seized?”

“Yes. We received it from the victim and are planning to conduct a forensic analysis soon.”

“…That’s what they say.”

The judge’s gaze at the client was resolute, as if threatening, ‘You’re going to be detained, you bad person.’ Representative Bae must have felt it too, but like the experienced attorney he was, he concluded his final plea by asking for leniency for the defendant with a face that revealed nothing.