Desires Chapter 3.1 - II. Reign

Amidst a string of rave reviews from the media, La Cure’s reputation soared day by day. Thanks to this, its threshold became increasingly higher. La Cure, which had become more bustling than ever with a flood of reservations, hired more full-time employees.

The general manager asked Song Yeongin, an opening member, if he was willing to switch to a full-time position, and thanks to the manager’s consideration, Song Yeongin had a separate interview to negotiate his working hours and compensation.

Song Yeongin was hired as a full-time employee at La Cure, securing more working hours and a satisfactory salary. Thanks to this, he was able to quit his other side jobs in the morning and focus solely on this work.

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“Hasn’t something about Song Yeongin changed?”

“Well, his looks have always been exceptional, but isn’t he a bit suspicious lately?”

“What is?”

“The guy who used to get by with a single thin, worn-out outfit even in the dead of winter, as if he were a one-suit gentleman, is suddenly wearing the finest luxury clothes….”

“What’s wrong with that? Are you jealous? It looks great on him, so what does it matter?! …As long as he’s handsome, that’s all that matters.”

“I peeked at the label, and it was an H brand cashmere coat. Everything from head to toe is designer. A single coat must be well over ten million won, right? Head to toe, it would probably add up to the price of a car.”

“About Song Yeongin… isn’t he actually incredibly rich? He has that well-born look, you know.”

At closing time, as the employees murmured among themselves, Song Yeongin politely bid them farewell for the day.

Ever since his time working at Zimeel, he had developed a considerable tolerance for the backbiting of his colleagues. So, even when his name was openly mentioned among the gossiping coworkers, he did not show any reaction or let it bother him.

Jiwon, one of the group, approached Song Yeongin. Jiwon meticulously scanned Song Yeongin, who had taken off his uniform and changed his clothes, from top to bottom and asked.

“Mr. Song Yeongin, where do you buy clothes like this? It looks incredibly expensive….”

“…Excuse me?”

Is he really curious about something like that?

Song Yeongin did not think he sensed any particular malice from Jiwon.

“No, it’s just that it suits you so well, Mr. Song Yeongin.”

“Well… It was a gift, so I don’t really know….”

A gift. Song Yeongin, unable to think of another answer, blurted it out, yet his face grew hot at the thought of his own shamelessness. Another colleague, Wonjun, who was standing beside him, pointed at the logo and said.

“Isn’t this the H brand? It must be over ten million won at least… You received a ten-million-won designer coat as a gift? Amazing… Who gives a gift like that?!”

With that as a trigger, the colleagues began to pour out their points of bewilderment at Song Yeongin as if a floodgate had opened.

“And what about that incredible foreign car? The one that waits for you at the back gate every time you leave work… Why is a car like that chauffeuring you home from work every day?”

“It’s because it’s suspicious. Mr. Yeongin, aren’t you actually the young master of some wealthy family or something?”

However, the one more surprised by the colleagues’ words was none other than Song Yeongin. He had thought the clothes would be expensive, but ten million won for a single coat… Was it really that pricey?

Song Yeongin, with a troubled face, firmly suppressed the sigh that threatened to escape. The fact that he had so readily accepted and worn such expensive clothes, using the excuse that the man had told him to throw them all in the trash if he did not need them, felt utterly shameless.

He began to understand why his colleagues found it suspicious. It seemed his mind would only be at ease if he started paying the man back, even if just a little at a time. With a complicated heart, Song Yeongin’s worries deepened.

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Just as Cha Woojin had said, Matteo no longer extended his malevolent reach toward Song Yeongin. He did not come looking for him, nor were there any suspicious movements.

The fact that all this peace was obtained because that man had bought upon himself people’s misunderstandings and rumors made Song Yeongin feel as if he had incurred a debt, and he was tormented by a sense of indebtedness to him.

As his colleagues said, when it was time to leave work, the car Cha Woojin sent was always waiting for him at the back gate of La Cure. However, the person waiting for me inside that car was neither Cha Woojin nor Park Seongjae. The unfamiliar man Cha Woojin had assigned to him always ferried him to and from his home according to his work schedule.

“I think it’s okay for you to stop coming now.”

“It’s no use telling me that every time. I am only acting on orders from my superior.”

For the first few days, as the man who said he received orders from above stated, he had been afraid of Matteo’s retaliation, so he had gotten into this car like a fool. However, enough time had passed that such concerns no longer seemed necessary.

“There are people watching… and it’s uncomfortable for me, too. Starting tomorrow, I will just take the subway as I used to, so please convey that to your superiors.”

Yet that superior, the final decision-maker Cha Woojin, was not showing even a sliver of his face to Song Yeongin, so Song Yeongin had no idea where he should convey that. Thus, this man was also chiding Song Yeongin, frustrated, telling him to report it directly to the higher-ups if he disliked it so much.

Several weeks had already passed.

The man who had kissed him while he was drunk and had lusted after him had vanished like a complete stranger, and Song Yeongin could not hear any news about him at all.

This was not anything new, starting from his time at Zimeel. A one-sided, hierarchical relationship where he could only see the man’s face when he was sought out. It was not even a relationship. Even such a descriptor was too grand for this connection. The relationship between Cha Woojin and him was nothing more than that. The power to grant or take away the relationship was entirely held by that man. If that side did not seek him out, there was not even a way to meet.

That unfair power belonged to Cha Woojin. But that man would probably not even think of it as power. He was a man born that way from the start. Just as he himself was born with poverty and misfortune as if they were a part of him.

Song Yeongin repeatedly told himself that he and that man were nothing to each other. He had been aroused because of the drug Matteo administered, and that was why he had physiologically kissed him and lusted after him. Kissing Cha Woojin was also nothing more than a momentary mistake. Surely, he must be thinking the same.

Thinking so simply offered a little comfort. Since when had he become a person with such an open-minded value system…. Song Yeongin had no choice but to wander again through the swamp of deep self-loathing.

Strictly speaking, he could contact him at any time. Song Yeongin had Cha Woojin’s direct number. It was possible at any time if he had the will. He could call him and plead that he stop sending the car, that such things were now cumbersome and uncomfortable.

However, Song Yeongin could not help but recall the man’s last appearance, looking particularly weary. He had no thought of bothering a busy man who said he had no time for squabbles by holding him on the phone to drone on about his own circumstances. In the end, he felt that he would never press this number with his own hand. Song Yeongin had neither the face nor the audacity to call him directly.

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Song Yeongin resolved that today, he would absolutely not get into the car Cha Woojin sent. It was beyond a burden; at La Cure, Song Yeongin had now become the protagonist of whispering rumors.

To the exaggerated rumors that he was the young master of some family, or that he had a sponsor who gifted him luxury goods and sent a chauffeured car, Song Yeongin remained silent as he always had. And that silence, in turn, was fanning the flames of the baseless rumors.

Once, he had walked past the car, pretending not to see it. However, he was forcibly led by the subordinate Cha Woojin had sent and had to get back into the car.

Cha Woojin was not just protecting him; he was monitoring him. The moment he thought he was being forcibly restrained by someone like that, his desire to get into that car vanished completely.

So. Song Yeongin undertook an adventure today.

He slipped out like a stray cat through a different path at the main entrance, not the back gate he usually used to leave work. He abruptly changed his route and was able to shake the car more easily than he had thought.

Just like that, Song Yeongin headed for the subway station.

Standing on the subway platform, Song Yeongin recalled the recent day when Cha Woojin had followed him and stood on the platform across from this one.

It was that very spot. With the quiet tracks between them, they had stood like that, facing each other from a distance. Ironically, Song Yeongin was recalling that moment as the most peaceful and tranquil moment of his life.

His heart had pounded so painfully as if it would burst, yet why was the feeling he felt at that place where the last train had passed one of peace and tranquility? As if taking out a picture postcard full of memories, Song Yeongin would occasionally take out the memories of that night. He could not understand why he was doing such a pathetic thing.

A faint, prim smile brushed across his pale face, frozen from the cold. What would he have done that day if I had passed by without seeing the platform across from me? Would he have come to me again in some way, warned me, and handed me his business card to contact him? The memory of those jet-black, deep eyes that stared at him from that spot made his turbulent heart throb painfully.

“Sister-in-law. Yes…. If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll stop by for a moment. I just plan to drop something off and leave.”

After shaking off the car Cha Woojin had sent, Song Yeongin did not go straight home as usual. Today was Christmas Eve.

Song Yeongin was concerned about the two of them. Here he was, wearing nice things and living without want, to the point of being mistaken for a rich family’s young master.

But when he thought about Yuni and his sister-in-law spending their first Christmas alone together in that small, sunless, single room after sending the baby’s father to heaven, he felt terribly sorry and concerned.

Song Yeongin got off the subway and walked into the shopping center connected to the station. He asked for the size for a child around Yuni’s age and bought some clothes, and he bought a cake as white as snow. And he also picked out a warm, thick goose-down jumper that his sister-in-law, Soogyeong, could wear. It was not very expensive, but still, if this could lessen his guilt for not visiting often…. Even that thought felt too selfish, and his heart was by no means at ease.

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When he stepped into his sister-in-law’s home, Soogyeong made a ‘Shhh…!’ sound and gave Song Yeongin a quiet signal.

“He just fell asleep.”

“I’m sorry. For coming so suddenly… It’s late, so I’ll just leave this and go.”

In the cramped entryway, Song Yeongin quietly pushed the cake and a large shopping bag further into the house.

“…Young Master… why did you buy all these things.”

“Is everything alright?”

Cha Woojin had assured him there would be nothing for Song Yeongin to worry about, but since he had no communication with him and his mind was not at ease, he had been calling frequently to check on the well-being of the two. It was out of an old man’s fear that Matteo might harm them in some way.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

Song Yeongin directly handed Soogyeong the bills he had withdrawn from the ATM earlier.

“If it’s not enough, please let me know.”

“There’s still some living expenses left from what you sent last time. It’s not lacking. I’m the one who’s sorry. I need to find a job soon…. Even without you buying things like this, the monthly living expenses you give are enough. It’s not lacking for raising Yuni.”

How could it not be lacking? It must be lacking in every way….

The fact that raising a child costs a lot of money here and there was something even Song Yeongin, who had never raised a child, knew well.

“I’m doing it because I want to. If you don’t like it, here’s the receipt, so you can exchange it for something you do like.”

Soogyeong, who had been refusing, finally accepted the receipt Song Yeongin offered, as if to say she understood.

“I’ll be going. If anything happens, please call me right away.”

“Young Master. I know it’s shameless of me time and again… but I’ll use it well….”

“Have a good Christmas with Yuni. I stopped by in advance because I don’t think I’ll be able to visit tomorrow due to work.”

Song Yeongin turned his back to the tired-looking Soogyeong, closed the door carefully so it would not make a sound, and left the house.

In his own childhood, he had never dreamed of a cake or a Christmas present. Instead, when Christmas came, he and his younger sister would visit the House of Heavenly Children where Father Kang Hajong was, and share a bowl of warm seaweed soup with the other children.

At the House of Heavenly Children, for all the children born without a birthday, abandoned by their parents, the day the baby Jesus was born was their birthday.

He wanted to give Yuni the things he could not dream of in his childhood. Next year, the year after, when he starts to walk and talk, and for however long in the future he might be needed… he wanted to be a Santa Claus for that child in place of the father who had gone to heaven.

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A very long time passed like that. After walking endlessly down the main street of Christmas Eve, where carols flowed aimlessly, he got on a bus.

Sitting on the bus, Song Yeongin quietly watched the view outside the window. The lights of the city that never sleeps and the sight of people moving busily and briskly, completely unrelated to Christmas even at this late hour.

After his working hours were reduced, he no longer took catnaps or went out for dawn work. But suddenly, at the thought of whether he was living too complacently, whether he was becoming lazy, Song Yeongin was once again harshly berating himself.

When the body is weary, useless thoughts do not arise. It is because there is room to breathe that idle thoughts multiply. That is why things he should not think about come to mind. Things he should not be greedy for, desires that are not his, are constantly growing in volume.

It would be a good idea to find another job he could do at dawn after coming home late at night.

A twenty-minute walk up from the transfer station, below Cheongsong Mountain, lies the number one shantytown. This poor slum, where dilapidated houses form a district, appears.

In this shantytown where he lived, it was hard to find a single small light on at this late hour, making the Christmas carols that had been flowing from the splendidly lit streets a while ago seem out of place.

It was when he reached the empty, vacant rooftop. A car, having noticed Song Yeongin’s presence from the entrance of the alley, hastily turned on its headlights. A top-of-the-line sedan was blocking the alley of the crumbling slum.

The person who got out of the car and revealed himself was Park Seongjae.

“You suddenly disappeared after work, so the Director was very worried.”

However, Cha Woojin, who was said to have been worried about him, was not actually in the car.

“I’ve relayed my message sufficiently. You don’t have to send a car anymore.”

“……”

“I’m conscious of my colleagues, and I’m uncomfortable receiving favors like this. Please tell the Director. That he doesn’t need to worry about me anymore.”

A winter night. In the desolate cold, a sharp, beautiful voice echoed in the shabby alley entrance. Park Seongjae, who had been listening quietly to Song Yeongin’s words, let out a tired sigh.

“You may not have noticed, but Matteo sent someone again today.”

Song Yeongin froze on the spot.

“The Director isn’t sending a guard for no reason, so please, I ask for your cooperation.”

“Matteo… sent someone?”

“Matteo has many questions about the relationship between Director Cha and you, Mr. Song Yeongin. I don’t know what other schemes he is plotting. But he is still continuously attaching people to you and watching you, Mr. Song Yeongin.”

“……”

“Do not worry. We on our side are also keeping an eye on the well-being of your nephew and sister-in-law.”

He had been acting like a fool. Thinking that, Song Yeongin began to feel a sense of guilt. Park Seongjae once again shot at Song Yeongin with cold logic.

“However, if you change your route unpredictably like you did today, we on our side will not be able to protect you, Mr. Song Yeongin.”

Song Yeongin quietly bowed his head, his nose red from the cold.

“I had no idea. That you were going to such lengths… I am sorry. I will cooperate from now on.”

Only then did the stiff expression on Park Seongjae’s face soften. Song Yeongin conveyed his gratitude with a polite gaze and bowed his head deeply.

“Then, I will be going in now.”

As Song Yeongin was about to go straight into his house, Park Seongjae stopped him and relayed a message.

“The Director is waiting for you.”

Song Yeongin stopped in his tracks. The man who had not shown a sliver of his face for weeks was said to be waiting for him.

“Get in. I will take you.”

Park Seongjae invited him to get in. Song Yeongin, who had been silent, slowly blinked his neat eyes and asked back in a detached voice.

“Can I refuse?”

“Pardon?”

“I want to know if I don’t have to go, if I don’t want to.”

Park Seongjae’s face hardened as he answered firmly.

“You must go. He ordered me to bring you, no matter what.”

The one-sided, vertical relationship that had started with him at Zimeel. The shackles of an employer and an employee. As always, Cha Woojin was showing himself only when he wanted to. And now he was even arbitrarily ordering him to come and go. Moreover, Song Yeongin did not even have the right to refuse it. In truth, he did not even have the will to resist it.

Song Yeongin easily showed a look of compliance to Park Seongjae. He did not even offer a retort to his answer. Without a word, he obediently got into the car that Park Seongjae was driving. Song Yeongin simply knew well that getting into this car was the most beneficial for everyone.

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The car carrying Song Yeongin entered a rather familiar road. Park Seongjae did not reveal the destination, but the scenery visible outside the car window was a path that was very familiar to Song Yeongin as well.

“Where are we going?”

He asked Park Seongjae, who was holding the steering wheel.

“We are going to Zimeel.”

Park Seongjae answered briefly.

Song Yeongin did not ask anything more. The fact that he was being summoned back to Zimeel, a place he had run out of on his own two feet, was somewhat baffling, but ever since he had given up on figuring out Cha Woojin’s inner thoughts and intentions, Song Yeongin had been accepting his will with resignation.

Park Seongjae turned the car onto a very unfamiliar and difficult road. After the car had circled around the gallery for a good while, an isolated passage connected to the mountain revealed itself.

This place was a secret, hidden entryway, completely separated and concealed from the official entrances that others used to access the gallery or Zimeel.

Park Seongjae stopped the car. Then he got out of the car first and respectfully opened the back seat door. Feeling awkward at Park Seongjae’s politeness, Song Yeongin bowed his head and got out of the car.

“My duty ends here. He instructed that you, Mr. Song Yeongin, should find your own way for the rest.”

“…What?!”

Song Yeongin asked Park Seongjae back as if he had misheard.

“The Director only left a message saying that if I told you that, you, Mr. Song Yeongin, would know.”

It was baffling enough that he was summoned to Zimeel, but how on earth was he supposed to interpret being told to find his own way on a path he had never seen before without any guidance?

However, Song Yeongin by no means did not know the meaning. The meaning of being dropped off at an unfamiliar, secretly hidden entryway, not the entrance to Zimeel….

Cha Woojin was indirectly telling him to find that secret hideout on his own. But, did he really instruct him to do that?

“Did he… really say that?”

Park Seongjae simply nodded his head without another word.

The fact that Cha Woojin had instructed it that way meant that he knew precisely that Song Yeongin could find the secret hideout on his own.

Could it be that the man knew that Song Yeongin had gone there on his own two feet on the day he was humiliated by Matteo in the lounge before?

Perhaps…. There was likely nothing that happened inside this place that the man did not know.

His neat, clear eyes blinked slowly. And soon, Song Yeongin began to walk alone, step by step, into the unfamiliar passage. Will the memory still be there? He was testing himself.

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Song Yeongin wandered through the complicated path for a while, but he found the hideout accurately.

He had drawn it and reviewed it in his head several times, so finding this labyrinth was no different from taking out a map in his head and walking the path. That map in his head, even though several months had passed, remained as vivid as a photograph, unforgotten.

Cha Woojin was testing him.

Song Yeongin could not shake the thought that he was being tested by that man. From the very first time he let him into that secret space, why was he testing him in this way?

He reached the heavy turret gate disguised as an old wall.

He knew from his last experience that there was no device to announce a visit in the first place. This was a closed-off place that did not need any notification of visitors.

It was when he was lingering and hesitating in front of the gate. Although he had not taken any action, the massive gate opened automatically.

After passing through the gate, there was another special door for security. That too, just like before, opened automatically when Song Yeongin stood in front of it. Finally, he stepped into the magnificent interior of the hideout, which was filled with a sense of gravity.

There was the man.

Cha Woojin was sitting at the bar, downing a glass of whiskey on the rocks. A shirt with its sleeves rolled up. Beneath the shirt that tightly hugged his body, the fierce, solid muscles and intimidating frame pierced through the shirt, revealing a sensual silhouette with a powerful air.

The man, who had noticed Song Yeongin’s presence, stared fixedly with nonchalant eyes that seemed to pierce through the other person at Song Yeongin, who was standing at the entrance.

He gestured with his chin for him to come closer. It was an authoritative and arrogant nod, like a superior commanding a subordinate. There was not a shred of hesitation in his composed reign. It was as natural as breathing.

Song Yeongin, in his coat, complied with his command and slowly walked, step by step, towards Cha Woojin. As if he were his puppet.

“I was worried you wouldn’t be able to find it…, but it seems you found it well.”

He spoke in a tone that suggested he was pleased with Song Yeongin’s intelligence for having solved a difficult problem.

Above the single malt bar that reached all the way to the high ceiling, there was a screen. It was a screen that allowed one to freely look at the entire gallery, not just in front of the gate, if desired.

Did he control everything and open this door from there?

“Were you… watching me from there?”

What else did he see? Did he also see me being humiliated by Matteo in the lounge that day? When I was in an uncontrollable state of panic and reached this place on my own two feet to find you, and when I was standing absentmindedly and hesitating in front of this gate… were you watching through a screen just like now?

His cold, sharp eyes flashed, and his jet-black gaze crashed into me as if it would collide at any moment.

A flawless symmetry, a face so refined it was infuriating, and so cold it was chilling. The man, wearing a mask that disguised the desires hidden beneath his skin as asceticism, mumbled in a low voice.

“It seems like it’s been quite a while, us….”

The word ‘us’ that he uttered did not suit us.

Song Yeongin did not give any reply to his words. He just slowly blinked his intelligent and detached eyes.

His neat and delicate face held no clues that Cha Woojin could decipher. Only a detached tranquility, as refined as the moonlight, was elegantly settled there.

Cha Woojin curved his coolly extended eyes. Did he know that those small traces etched onto his perfect face could cause such a great stir in others?

“Why don’t you have a seat?”

Cha Woojin pointed to the bar stool placed next to his.

“For what business did you call me?”

His eyes, mixed with resignation, were asking Cha Woojin. Like an employee being summoned by their employer….

The man, noticing that Song Yeongin was acting thoroughly like a subordinate, narrowed his long eyes and stared fixedly at Song Yeongin with a bad gaze.

“Do I need to have business to see you?”

Song Yeongin did not give any reply. It was not that he was avoiding Cha Woojin’s gaze. The silent protest contained in his divine eyes was exceedingly bold and insolent.

He pointed to the whiskey glass in his hand and said.

“I won’t offer you a drink. It’ll be trouble for me if you get drunk.”

A faint, hollow laugh brushed across his clear and clean face, which was free of any excess.

He thought it was ridiculous. He had disappeared for several weeks and had not shown even a sliver of his face to him. Facing that man’s nonchalant and arrogant face as if nothing had happened, Song Yeongin felt a surge of indignation and anger. Song Yeongin himself could not understand why he was caught up in such useless emotions.

‘I’m angry….’

Such things were things that had dried up and vanished within him a long time ago. Feeling indignation and anger was an emotion he had not even felt towards the greedy and filthy men who tried to rape him. He did not even feel anger towards such men. In the face of wicked greed, he felt like a piece of paper terrified by fear and dread; he would rather not expend any emotion at all.

No, actually, he knew. It was even more so now that he saw the screen on the bar, which could so exquisitely gauge and control everything.

To that man, everything was probably as simple as a game. He sat at the top, flicking his fingers to move the pieces, and he was nothing more than a pawn on the game board.

He was still nothing more than his low-level employee. He felt that in the end, whether it was Matteo or Cha Woojin, the way they consumed him was no different.

As their toy….

“Is it fun to look down on people from up there?”

A deep silence flowed.

As in the past, as an employee, from the polite lips from which only compliance and obedience should have flowed, he was audaciously aiming at Cha Woojin.

In response to that sniping remark, the man rose from his chair and straightened his sturdy body. The intimidating form of his sensual physique approached without a sound. Cha Woojin stood facing Song Yeongin.

“I don’t know why you’re so angry, but….”

He placed a hand on Song Yeongin’s shoulder.

“You could at least say you’re happy to see me, couldn’t you?”

Song Yeongin detachedly raised his head and looked up at the man’s arrogant face. The large hand that had been resting languidly on his shoulder slowly rose and tapped Song Yeongin’s cheek.

“You’re not easy.”

“……”

“You pretend to be obedient, but you’re difficult.”

“……”

“Surely, you don’t not know that you’re a very difficult person to handle, do you?”

His long, cool eyes curved languidly. The touch of the large hand that had been touching his cheek was as cold and rough as a sheet of ice.

Cha Woojin’s hand brushed past the soft, downy hairs that had risen on the childlike cheek. The heavy metal watch on his wrist made a clanking metallic sound. From the fingertips brushing his cheek, that body scent kept wafting. That suffocatingly cold body scent that seemed to want to grab hold of a person and suffocate them.

However, Song Yeongin did not back down and stared fixedly at him, saying.

“I am easy.”

“……”

“If you command me, I will follow…. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

At those words, Cha Woojin was silent for a moment. Following that, a bold laugh ensued. The manly, low reverberation echoed through the grand interior.

“I can’t figure you out.”

He lowered his cool eyes and scanned Song Yeongin without reservation. A straight nose, the lips of a sexy man with upturned corners, drew close to Song Yeongin. He spoke with the eyes of a beast just before killing the prey it had caught.

“Can you… take responsibility for those words?”

“……”

“You’ll follow my commands?”

“……”

“Alright, fine. You say it first.”

“……”

“What you want me to do to you.”

Cha Woojin could not figure that boy out at all. With eyes so clear and pure they were almost divine, he was spouting bold and audacious things he did not mean right in front of him without fear.

Song Yeongin, as if trying not to show his emotions, replied in a very calm voice.

“That’s something you would know, Director. I’ve never wished for anything from anyone.”

Not even from my parents have I ever demanded or wished for anything. I did not want anything. It is just that you, appearing so suddenly like this, when I am about to forget, arbitrarily command me like an employee and stir me up every time.

That was why he had told him to command him openly if there was something he wanted. He felt that what he wanted would not be different from what Matteo wanted anyway.

“Interesting. I’m serious.”

Cha Woojin curved his long, emotionless eyes.

“I gave you my direct number and told you to contact me if you needed to. I even told you the location of this secret hideout and told you to come find me. But you, not even once, contacted me or looked for me. Even after coming all this way, you didn’t even knock on this door. Even at that moment… when Matteo came to your house and threatened you!”

The high-handed tone of his voice grew louder, and Cha Woojin, as if frustrated, loosely undid the black tie that was strangling his neck.

“You don’t wish for anything. You don’t want to contact me. You’ll follow if I give a command?”

“……”

“I’ve never seen anyone hold their head up so stiffly and act so haughty in front of me like you before.”

A few weeks had passed. It was a time that could be short or long. He did not want to admit it, but to Song Yeongin, it had been like darkness. Cha Woojin had fiercely coveted him while he was drunk, wiped his mouth as if nothing had happened, and sent a subordinate to watch him under the pretext of protection. He could not tell if it was neglect or confinement.

What on earth did this man want to do with him?

“Instead, try being honest.”

At the arrogant sneer, Song Yeongin glanced sideways.

“If you’re angry because I disappeared from your sight and acted as if nothing had happened that day… just say so.”

“……”

“Don’t be sarcastic while pretending you’re not.”

“I’ve never… done that.”

Cha Woojin glanced with his long eyes as if he knew everything. All the while searching for traces of redness on his face.

He mumbled lowly.

“I wanted to test you.”

“……”

“I had to know how much I wanted you.”

The clear eyes that had been denying it began to shake artlessly.

“Isn’t it ridiculous?”

“……”

“It was just that you secretly slipped away and got out of my control, but I had to find you so urgently like this….”

“……”

“The moment I heard you had disappeared, I immediately sent people out.”

Cha Woojin, who had approached, gently caressed Song Yeongin’s cheek. The small, delicate face was holding its breath without a single movement, looking up at him. It felt like his breath would stop.

“I couldn’t focus on my work.”

The man’s large hand that was touching his cheek parted the soft hair at the back of his head and went in. By force, Song Yeongin’s head was pulled. He was slammed right into the man, and Cha Woojin kissed the small face he had grabbed like a storm.

The man’s tongue pushed its way into his mouth.

The nonchalant, arrogant face greedily dug into his red lips. His hard nose bridge crushed his cheek messily. The man urgently sucked on his thick upper lip. A cold breath pushed in through the tip of his nose.

The body as hard as cast iron obscenely grabbed Song Yeongin’s thin waist. The man’s hands quickly and skillfully took off his coat. He bound him just like that and slammed Song Yeongin against the wall.

“Hah, hngh…!”

He received the body of the reckless man who dug in like a predator. He had no right to refuse. Song Yeongin, with wide-open eyes, stared at the man who was fiercely coveting his lips. The jet-black gaze that seemed to pierce through him was also staring fixedly at him. He spoke of superiority. He quietly urged submission.

That man could have me even if I refused.

All that power belonged to him.

It was not because he had power and wealth. That power had already begun long ago because I had secretly revered and longed for him.

The sight of the man’s brow, who was skillfully sucking on his thick upper lip, distorting with passion was so sensational it made his limbs tingle.

There was a cliff before us. If we fell, we could never return. But I would never die alone. Where in me did this audacious poison come from? His lower abdomen throbbed as if he were embracing him and plummeting.

A cold, thick hand entered the loose-fitting knit and grabbed his waist. Unlike the violent hand that coveted his disheveled body, the devouring tongue intertwined with him densely and softly. He swallowed the sticky saliva several times, his Adam’s apple bobbing. A faint, lewd sound escaped from his throat.

Cha Woojin’s hand rummaged inside the loose-fitting knit and groped his smooth chest. It was as if he was checking to see if there was a heart inside.

A cold finger touched a red nipple that had become erect with goosebumps. As he skillfully rolled it, the innocent body flinched in surprise and trembled. He quickly pushed away the hard, muscular body that had bound him.

“Ugh, hngh…! Stop! Stop it.”

“Hah… I don’t want to.”

As Song Yeongin, who was pushing away the hard body, let out a moaning sound, Cha Woojin lifted Song Yeongin up in a flash. The man’s ferociously erect member, which was tangled with his body, touched him and was felt in its entirety.

“…You said you were easy?”

“……”

“You’re the one who said you’d follow my commands.”

“Let go…! of this.”

Cha Woojin bit his earlobe and whispered lowly.

“Listen well. You shouldn’t carelessly blurt out things like that without fear.”

Cha Woojin’s lips buried themselves in his soft ear and cheek. From the cheek with its downy fuzz, a frail and gentle scent wafted. The man, who had buried his hard nose in the pale face that was startled out of its wits, persistently toyed with the skin.

“Hngh, stop…! I don’t intend to do this!”

The long, debauched eyes curved. The man who had been shamelessly revealing his desires bent his strong body and whispered.

“Then, I’ll make you want to.”

Thrown violently onto the bed, Song Yeongin looked up at the man in front of him. The disciplined motion of untying his tie was like a ritual performed before taking a sacrifice. The black silk tie he had untied was thrown at him.

Pop, pop, the shirt buttons encasing the man’s hard body came off, and it was stripped off in one go. The calm hands that unfastened the heavy metal watch on his wrist and the belt buckle felt not just sensational but violent.

The naked body of a male, as perfect as his face, revealed its reality before Song Yeongin’s eyes.

A perfectly formed body ratio and a kingly physique. The sensual, muscular male body, reminiscent of a sleek stallion, was the very picture of ecstasy that would have made countless women moan beneath him.

The thing, erect as if it would burst and shaped as perfectly as its owner, was so ferocious and huge it seemed it should not enter a human body. His penis was like a club or a weapon.

On the thick glans that seemed to want only to pierce and the handsome shape of the massive root, the veins were noticeably prominent. It was the very reality of the barbaric tyrant who had violated and subjugated him in his dreams.

The intimidating male body drew closer to Song Yeongin. The trembling, innocent eyes were terrified and busy running away and escaping. Song Yeongin, not knowing where to put his gaze, dropped his crimson head.

A swift hand quickly pierced through Song Yeongin. The man’s hand began to strip off Song Yeongin’s top. The trembling, white, and smooth skin held the unique, frail warmth of gentle, young beasts. Song Yeongin, unable to even breathe properly, grew faint at the hands that coveted him without resistance.

Did he say he would make me feel like it?

Cha Woojin clearly knew himself very well. It was a body that made one think of nothing else. The man, naked, possessed an absolute physique that made even the thought of resistance meaningless.

His sharp and neat features unabashedly and explicitly scanned Song Yeongin, who was stripped bare and trembling. The man’s eyes, languid and wet with passion, could not take their gaze off Song Yeongin’s body.

“Stripped bare, it’s a body that’s embarrassingly lewd.”

What Cha Woojin had stripped bare was clearly a man’s body. However, the eroticism flowing from the white, strange lines was more than enough to arouse and put a man in heat, and it was incomparably sensual.

A body as straight and clean as his clear and neat face. A beautiful and elegant body line. Unusually straight shoulders and a long, slender neckline like a deer’s. Enchantingly prominent collarbones. And a smooth waist that was exceptionally thin compared to his well-proportioned body, inciting lust and desire.

Cha Woojin slowly scanned the body lying beneath him as if appreciating a beautiful masterpiece. With his eyes squeezed shut, he slowly traced Song Yeongin’s trembling body with his fingertips.

Cha Woojin fell into the impression that Song Yeongin’s skin was finer and smoother than anyone he had ever held before. The skin, so transparent it seemed to reveal the blood vessels, was more honest than that chaste mouth, repeatedly turning red and then crimson. It would leave a mark wherever he bit down.

However, what aroused Cha Woojin more than anything was this. Cha Woojin unhesitatingly buried his sharp nose in the trembling, white, and smooth chest.

A maddeningly red and beautiful color. A cute and adorable nub, firm and ripe like a fruit.

He held the erect red nipple in his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. The man’s face, hard and sharp as a knife, buried itself in Song Yeongin’s chest. He obscenely sucked on Song Yeongin’s nipple. The man, who was densely rolling his tongue, finally met his debauched eyes with his.

Cha Woojin was getting a hard-on while licking Song Yeongin’s nipple. At the spine-chillingly bewitching sight, Song Yeongin could not come to his senses and thrashed his head.

“Hngh, hnghh…! Don’t…!”

With his frantic head-shaking, the moisture that had gathered at the corners of his eyes scattered.

He pushed the firm, broad chest with all his might. Stripped bare, Song Yeongin was clumsy and ignorant. That pure and clumsy body did not even know how to feel, so it only knew how to hit Cha Woojin and put up a futile resistance.

However, the strong body that smiled arrogantly while suppressing those clumsy and ignorant movements had already dug into Song Yeongin’s white, smooth groin. The man’s body was like cast iron heated by fire. He was instinctively quick with his body and hands.

After a rough struggle, Song Yeongin, who was pinned underneath, was already panting as if exhausted. From between his red, thick lips, a sensual, beautiful breath escaped. The sharp muscles that bound his body held Song Yeongin’s limbs firmly.

“Hngh…! Hnghh… It hurts.”

Cha Woojin laughed lowly, as if rebelling like a bad rake. He kissed Song Yeongin’s panting earlobe and whispered.

“…Hah, beautiful. Your breathing….”

“Hngh… Ngh…!”

“I wouldn’t be able to make that sound even if I tried to do it on purpose.”

The face, as neat and holy as an angel in a sacred painting, was flushed crimson like a fully bloomed peach blossom beneath Cha Woojin.

The disheveled gaze, holding a hint of eroticism, lost its focus. On the tender, smooth body, the man’s ferocious cock, which was stiffly poking his lower abdomen, spat out a thick, slimy fluid.

Song Yeongin, unable to bear the gaze of that predator who was getting aroused while gauging his every expression, covered his face tightly with both arms.

“Move them.”

Cha Woojin moved his two arms and bound them above his head.

“There’s no point if you cover that pretty face.”

When he moved his arms, the face, flushed crimson with lust, was revealed again. The chaste and neat face, when tears gathered and it held a red flush, was a seductress that would drive a man mad.

“In the end, I knew it would turn out like this.”

At those words, Song Yeongin looked up at the man pinning him down with absurd, empty eyes.

“You knew too. Don’t try to deny it.”

Song Yeongin denied it, shaking his head from side to side. He really did not know. If he had known… if he had, it would have been good if he had told him.

So that I would not misunderstand. He was not interested in pederasty. Even after hurting and mocking me with arrogant eyes, telling me not to cross the line, not to dream.

Staring shamelessly at the corners of his red eyes, where moisture was scattering from shaking his head, Cha Woojin mumbled in a low voice.

“Then, did you think I was following you around out of pure, good intentions?”

Cha Woojin, without mercy, pulled down Song Yeongin’s pants and underwear, which were hanging sensually on his hips, in one go.

Song Yeongin recalled Cha Woojin’s cold expression from the other day when he had declared he had no interest in pederasty. He had surely thought that he would feel a sense of revulsion towards him, who had the same thing attached.