Desires Chapter 4.4 - III. A Gesture to Become Something

As he casually held his phone to the entrance, the door opened as if by magic. The man swiftly and fiercely grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.

Thud—!

The moment the door closed, right there on the spot, Cha Woojin rushed forward with ferocity, eagerly devouring Song Yeongin. His slender back slammed hard against the heavy door. Before he could even take off his shoes, a tongue thrust into his mouth as if mating. Breathing roughly, the man ravenously consumed his full lips and mucous membranes one by one.

Right there, his coat was stripped off, and the knit sweater, yanked mercilessly, stretched up to his shoulders. Between the stretched fabric, a beautifully defined collarbone was revealed. The man buried his straight, sharp nose into the long, elegant nape of his neck, as if teasing it with longing.

He had said to hold him, that it was okay to do as he pleased, yet the man’s face looked angry. If possible, he wanted to know how to avoid upsetting this man.

“You don’t have to say things like that.”

What was it this time that had enraged him? That it was okay to hurt him if he enjoyed tormenting him, if he liked being rough and violent. Why had he angered him?

“I’m going to destroy them all.”

“…….”

“I’m going to tear them apart, crush them, leave not a single bone intact, and trample them. That’s the only way I’ll feel satisfied.”

“…….”

“I’ll find every single one of those bastards who hurt you…”

The fact that he was angry on his behalf wasn’t unpleasant. Never before had anyone been angry for him or spoken of vengeance in his place.

The rawest emotions he showed toward him weren’t unpleasant. Lust, jealousy, anger, destruction… the shallow satisfaction of confirming through those things that he still desired him. He knew such acts were foolish and unbecoming. Yet, he had a premonition he couldn’t give up that faint sense of relief. That’s why he was such a hopeless, bad person.

He nearly tore the knit sweater off his shoulders. When the pretty, reddened nipple was exposed, he urgently caressed it, wanting to confirm it.

“Ha, Yeongin-ah… beg me like you did earlier.”

Under the man’s passionate caresses, he trembled with shallow, panting breaths. He bowed his head under the intense caresses, stroking the man’s short hair as he sucked on his nipple. His white, slender fingers gently touched the man’s handsome ear.

He thought his ears were handsome. No, it was more accurate to say even his ears were handsome. Firm, upright earlobes and cartilage. Every time he stole glances at his profile, he always thought his ears were striking. So, he had always wanted to touch them like this.

Even at his frail, faint touch, Cha Woojin was visibly aroused, his ears turning bright red.

Urgently, the man lifted Song Yeongin’s half-stripped body. With a flushed face devoid of patience, he said,

“I’ll open you up carefully. I’ll make you desperate to receive me…”

Instead of answering, Song Yeongin simply buried his face quietly into the nape of the man holding him. He deeply pressed his delicate, slender nose into the heady, intoxicating scent of his body.

“If you don’t want it, I won’t do anything.”

As if he wanted confirmation that he was different from the vile men who had hurt him…

I know, you’re different.

Just seeing the shirt tightly fitted to his taut body made him feel wet below. In truth, he often stole glances at him, occasionally thinking impure, lascivious thoughts. Sinful desires had taken root in him, but he thought he must never let his corruption be discovered. It seemed he wanted him to remain unchanged, pure. It seemed he didn’t want him to be tainted or corrupted. It seemed that’s what he liked… so, he had only pretended to be that way.

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Cha Woojin unfastened the heavy metal watch on his wrist with a disciplined motion. He smeared a generous amount of men’s moisturizer from the nightstand onto his fingers, tracing the red, delicate folds one by one.

Shamefully, the wet hole twitched lasciviously, as if it had been waiting. His fingers were so long and precise, they delicately invaded even the hardest-to-reach places.

“Hngh, ugh…!”

The man, standing boldly and imposingly between his legs, skillfully traced the red, slick membranes with his long, thick fingers.

He smiled languidly.

“Already dripping like this, what am I going to do with you?”

“Ha, ugh…!”

“Your body gets wet so easily… it’s just too delicate and tight.”

Lowering his cool gaze, the man increased the number of fingers and quickened his pace. He could see the man’s heavy arm, bulging with muscles, stirring beneath him.

“Mm, ugh…!”

His broad shoulders, spread wide with muscle, unabashedly delved between his legs. He inserted long fingers into the hole and buried his refined face between his thighs. With dark, proud eyes, the man calmly began sucking on his red, glistening flesh.

“Ha, ugh…! It’s dirty. Stop, stop… ha!”

As the sharp, refined face devoured the red, seductive flesh with reckless abandon, his entire body trembled with pleasure, as if sliced by that sharp face. Cha Woojin skillfully teased the hole with his fingers, veins bulging on his upper arm, rapidly thrusting with firm motions.

He laughed sexily.

“It’s just my fingers, and you’re already clamping down like you’re going to snap them. That’s going to be a problem.”

As if understanding, as if acknowledging how easy he was, Cha Woojin persistently sought the burning core of pleasure within the twitching hole. Suddenly, the convulsing hole began to open and close wildly, lasciviously.

“Ugh, mm, ah, ah, ah…!”

Unable to hold back, he let out moans, and Cha Woojin smiled coolly.

“Do you realize how lewd your body is?”

He seemed uninterested in satisfying his own desires. He was entirely focused on drawing pleasure from him. His strong, relentless touch melted his entire body. It was maddening, unbearable. His loosened lower body felt like it was melting. If only he would thrust it in… if only he would hurt him, that’s all he could think about.

When that man drove his monstrously heavy, thick member inside, he could just grit his teeth through the sudden pain. But this tingling, unbursting, rippling sensation was utterly unbearable.

“Hngh, ugh…! Please, just…!”

His veined arm and hand teased him while the man’s face, calm and composed, shamelessly asked,

“What should I do? Say it with your own mouth.”

“I can’t take it… sob…! Please, just… put it in.”

Song Yeongin crumbled entirely under the pleasure of that languid, arrogant face. The man’s cool gaze softened lazily.

“Say it clearly.”

“Ah, ah! Ugh, hngh…!”

“Beg me to thrust it in and pound you.”

Song Yeongin shook his head in denial, trembling. Tears welled up in his red eyes, scattering in all directions.

Cha Woojin straightened his large body and buried his upright, lust-soaked face into Song Yeongin’s chest. The man pressed his firm nose bridge into it, recklessly sucking on the erect, red, delicate nipple with his tongue. The man taking him so wantonly gave a sexy glance. He couldn’t withstand the profane pleasure and suffocating lust he gave.

Cha Woojin, with a tone and touch pretending to be gentle, was waiting for Song Yeongin to crumble and fall to rock bottom.

“Ah, hngh, thrust… pound…! Sob…!”

“Good boy.”

When he desperately clung to the man’s neck and pleaded, only then did he smile, as if satisfied. Something heavy pushed into the tight, twitching hole. He couldn’t breathe.

As the monstrously brutal member thrust in, scraping even deeper places with a thud! thud! thud!, Song Yeongin’s insides, as if waiting, frantically clamped down and gripped the hard shaft.

“Ah, ahh! Ah, ugh… weird, hngh! Wait, wait!”

Tears burst out uncontrollably. His body’s sensations were beyond control.

His hole was frantically gripping Cha Woojin’s shaft. Terrified of this reckless pleasure he was experiencing for the first time, he trembled violently. It pierced through him from head to toe. Tears scattered everywhere, and his limbs quivered with pleasure. As if sliced by the razor-sharp man, his entire body trembled in a dance of ecstasy.

“Phew… you like it that much? I didn’t even hurt you, so why are you crying, huh?”

“Hngh… sob, hngh….”

“If you cry so prettily like this… ha, I can’t hold back from wanting to hurt you.”

The man, speaking in a leisurely tone, traced the bulging spot on Song Yeongin’s thin, white abdomen with his hand. Confirming with his hand the massive shaft moving in and out of Song Yeongin’s belly, Cha Woojin tensed his solid core muscles and thrust fiercely.

He began pounding chaotically with thud! thud! thud! thud! losing all restraint.

“Sob, ah…! Ah, ah! Ugh, mm…!”

Pleasure swallowed Song Yeongin whole. His deep inner walls were lewdly gripping the man, desperate not to let him go.

I shouldn’t want you more… it’ll hurt too much. Everything will break…

“You’re beautiful…”

Song Yeongin clung to the man’s neck, moaning as he swayed his hips slowly, like swimming. The lewd, whimpering sounds he made as he begged weren’t his own will.

“I can’t even show you off… ha, in case some other guy sets his eyes on you.”

“Mm, hngh…!”

“Tell me… what did that punk Yoon Geon-oh unguardedly say?”

The slow, deliberate thrusting, as if to avoid hurting him, was driving Song Yeongin insane, unable to reach climax.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you playing dumb?”

His moans drowned out what the man was saying. Despite promising to be gentle, the man’s firm thigh muscles twitched, eager to pound roughly.

“He says he’s crazy about how pretty you are… how tightly you grip my shaft…”

“Ugh, mm, hngh…!”

“Ha…! Ugh, damn, I’m going crazy.”

When pleasure struck Song Yeongin like lightning, consuming him entirely, Cha Woojin, having buried his heavy shaft to the hilt, gazed at him tenderly.

“Ha, Yeongin-ah… say my name.”

The mature man, with his broad, sensual frame, looked at Song Yeongin with boyish, longing eyes.

“Who’s inside you right now…?”

“Woo…jin, sob, hngh… Cha Woojin…”

Cha Woojin stared intently at the small, lewd face crying out his name in desperation.

The man’s fierce thrusts, his broad shoulders and imposing body taut with venom, became a storm of relentless speed. The desire in his cool eyes met Song Yeongin’s tear-stained, red eyes. The strange lust sent shivers down his spine.

He knew they were hurtling toward climax. In the steep fall of ecstasy, his body gripped him tightly, as if pleading not to let go. As if, in that plunge, he was begging with his entire body for him not to leave.

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When his eyes finally opened after passing out, it was early morning.

The warmth of skin touched his back. Startled by the unfamiliar feel of a solid frame and someone else’s skin, he twisted his body. A muscular arm wrapped around him from behind, sliding over his smooth chest.

When the man’s fingers brushed his swollen, red nipple, Song Yeongin flinched, turning his head in surprise at the sensitive sensation. His eyes met the man holding him from behind.

“Are you okay?”

At the gentle, low voice, he instinctively avoided the man’s gaze. Song Yeongin’s eyes, swollen from crying all night, were still faintly red.

Thinking his swollen eyes were cute, Cha Woojin gently traced Song Yeongin’s childish eyes with his fingers, his cool, long eyes curving.

“…Yes…”

His voice, hoarse from moaning and screaming, was strained. His hips ached dully, but it was distinctly different from past pains.

As he said, with patient, careful lovemaking, Song Yeongin felt no particular burning or pain. The man’s hand, kneading his buttocks from behind, traced the delicate folds of his swollen rear.

“I heard from Jo Seungyeon that you’re biologically tight…”

Song Yeongin shuddered as the man’s bold touch suddenly delved in.

“Do you know how much restraint it takes not to hurt this impossibly tight place?”

Cha Woojin persistently followed Song Yeongin’s face as he turned away in embarrassment. With a languid, incredulous expression, he exhaled into the air.

“Ha, I’ve never had to hold back this much during sex…”

Song Yeongin brusquely pushed away the man’s teasing hand and struggled to sit up. Glaring at the man who had whispered his name all night, he spat out,

“Instead of thinking I’m tight, have you ever considered that you’re just ridiculously huge?”

The injustice was his. That shameless thing shouldn’t be inside any human, male or female. No one could remain whole with something that brutally large.

“Well… I’ve seen plenty of people go wild with pleasure, but no one’s ever demanded this much patience from me.”

“…….”

The smug man raised his perfect face, spouting shameless words.

Cha Woojin woke up early, flawless as ever. Even his disheveled hair felt deliberately charming.

“They all got wet and opened up easily… even before I started.”

Song Yeongin blinked slowly with his swollen eyes. Staring silently at Cha Woojin, he let out a belated scoff at the audacity of mentioning other partners.

“…Don’t you like it?”

“…….”

“If you don’t like my body… you don’t have to do it.”

Cha Woojin, bare as the day he was born, lunged forward with agile, imposing muscles, pinning Song Yeongin down in one swift motion. Spreading his legs shamelessly, he thrust his thick fingers into the still-swollen, unclosed hole, which twitched easily.

“Are you asking if I don’t like you because you’re tight?”

Cha Woojin shot him a cool, brazen look.

“Ha, ugh…! Don’t do this…”

“Your hole’s still loose and wet, so maybe if you let me do it again, I’ll know.”

Cha Woojin pinned him down, binding his arms. Bad man. This was unfair. A wanton, arrogant male taming someone weaker with strength.

“Don’t like it?”

“Ha, let… go…!”

“It’s so tight it feels like my shaft’s going to burst. It drives me crazy…! The effort it takes to hold back from pounding you senseless…! Ha.”

“…….”

“To keep from hurting you, I have to constantly suppress my urges.”

“Ah, ugh…! I told you, if you like hurting me, you can hurt me.”

“Don’t keep testing me.”

His cool, wicked eyes leisurely scolded Song Yeongin as he squirmed beneath him.

Cha Woojin’s phone on the nightstand buzzed incessantly.

The man atop him reached for it, wedging it between his jaw and shoulder, and answered. Sighing deeply at the caller’s voice, he said,

“Ha… fine. Have Manager Park attend the morning meeting in my place. Send Team Leader Jung and the inspection team to the Ulsan factory first… I’ll head there tomorrow at dawn. Have the inspection team’s report ready for me to review in the car. If they botch the corruption report, heads will roll.”

Hanging up, Cha Woojin looked down at Song Yeongin, panting beneath him, with tired eyes. Song Yeongin, breathing heavily, had grown docile.

Cha Woojin’s gaze raked over his pale skin, tracing the red marks scattered lewdly across it with bold, unrelenting eyes. Embarrassed by the piercing stare, Song Yeongin asked,

“Aren’t you going to work?”

Cha Woojin buried his high nose into Song Yeongin’s bruised neck, kissing it deeply. He gnawed at the marks he’d left all night with his teeth.

“Focus on me.”

“Hngh…! Stop it. I have to shower and go to work…”

Cha Woojin’s fierce expression pressed his sharp nose close to Song Yeongin’s face.

“Listen. I plan to spend the whole day here, rolling around with you slowly. I couldn’t even satisfy my urges last night because I was worried about hurting you.”

“…….”

“And if I’m not going to work today, that means you’re not either. Got it?”

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Cha Woojin savored him slowly all morning, only losing control at the end, pounding into his loosened, red rear. But because of his care, the pleasure from last night overwhelmed the pain.

Satisfied after taking him once more, Cha Woojin closed his tired eyes. His already softened body accepted him without strain. If not, as he said, he’d held back immensely to avoid hurting him.

Glancing at the sleeping man, Song Yeongin checked the clock. If he hurried, he might make it to work on time. A taxi could do it.

Confirming Cha Woojin was asleep, Song Yeongin slipped quietly out of bed, careful not to wake him. He donned a robe hanging nearby.

As he headed for the bathroom, the man he thought was asleep growled lowly from behind.

“Always thinking of running away, huh…”

Song Yeongin flinched at the low voice, turning around. Blinking in surprise, he spoke belatedly.

“I’m sorry… I can’t miss work.”

“…….”

“I don’t want to be labeled unreliable by my manager or colleagues. Skipping work would inconvenience them.”

Cha Woojin sat up, dialing his phone. His flawless, sensual body strode toward him confidently.

He barked into the phone,

“Make LaCouer temporarily closed today.”

“…….”

“Handle the losses. Cancel all reservations. Compensate the customers, no matter the cost.”

Song Yeongin’s red-rimmed eyes widened in shock.

“What are you doing… right now?!”

The calm and arrogant face responded shamelessly.

“You said you were in trouble, so I was handling things my way.”

Given LaCouer’s strict reservation-only policy, Song Yeongin, as an employee, knew all too well that closing the business for a day would unleash a flood of complaints and criticism from long-waiting customers, resulting in unimaginable losses.

“Please don’t do this.”

Cha Woojin was acting like a petulant child with a mature face. He was wielding his authority like a tyrant.

“…….”

Song Yeongin, wrapped in a robe, lifted his swollen, childlike eyes. He gazed up at the capricious tyrant standing naked before him.

As the man’s taut, sensual, masculine body closed in, cornering him against the wall, Song Yeongin’s ears turned bright red.

“…Alright… I won’t go to work today… So, please cancel what you said about the temporary closure.”

Cha Woojin had already strode behind him, swiftly wrapping his thick arms around Song Yeongin’s waist, binding his body from behind.

“Come here. Stop scheming to slip away from me.”

He had no choice but to admit it. In front of this capricious, sexy tyrant, he was utterly powerless, a captive.

With deft hands, Cha Woojin groped the slender waist he’d seized, skillfully untying the robe’s belt. The robe fell open obscenely in an instant.

“Did you know? Your eyes are all swollen from crying all night.”

“…….”

Cha Woojin playfully curved his eyes, whispering into his ear.

“You look so young, it’s making me feel guilty.”

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Cha Woojin held him captive all morning, refusing to let go. Teasing his swollen eyes and making crude jokes about feeling guilty for his youthful appearance, the man made a mockery of that shallow guilt by taking and making him cry multiple times.

He relentlessly pushed away the hands covering his face, scrutinizing his tear-stained features, and shamelessly taunted him with vulgar words. There was no violent thrusting, but he pinned him down, taming him with strength, intoxicated by crude dominance.

“Don’t, ugh…! Let go…!”

“Call me hyung. Then I’ll let you go.”

Each time he cried in shame, Cha Woojin’s muscular back twitched, eager to thrust roughly. Yet, he restrained himself, moving gently to avoid hurting him. The sheer intensity of his endless restraint was almost terrifying.

As he scraped out the massive amount of semen poured into the tender, swollen hole, the man continued to taunt Song Yeongin with an arrogant, calm face, making him flush with embarrassment.

“With this much cum, it’s like you could get pregnant.”

Cha Woojin glanced at the thick semen endlessly dripping down his round buttocks, chuckling lowly.

“If you were a woman, you’d already be pregnant.”

Speaking so crudely, he stroked Song Yeongin’s lower abdomen, as if checking what was filling his sunken navel. The man’s lower half was already hardening again under his large hand.

“Cha Woojin… you’re really insane.”

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His eyes, already swollen from crying all night, were even more of a mess from weeping again all morning. The edges of his eyes were painted red, and his eyelids were sore and raw.

He had no strength left to deal with this tireless man. Exhausted, he lay sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. His mind was hazy. He might have even drifted into a light sleep.

How much time had passed?

When Cha Woojin opened the door and entered, he was dressed impeccably in a neutral-colored t-shirt and slacks. Song Yeongin, whose voice was too hoarse from pleading and moaning to speak, didn’t want to look at that shameless face and buried his face in the pillow.

The man quietly approached, gently stroking his hair. He lifted the blanket covering him and offered clean new clothes.

“Change and come out. After sweating so much, you must be hungry.”

The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window was dazzlingly bright.

The oversized t-shirt, revealing his collarbone and neckline, draped softly over Song Yeongin’s body with a pleasant texture. The clothes belonged to the man.

The massive duplex penthouse, with its panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooked the Han River in its entirety. Sitting side by side at the table, they gazed at the expansive view.

Rubbing his red, swollen eyes, Song Yeongin exhaled faintly, drained. Cha Woojin handed him a glass of iced water.

“Drink.”

Song Yeongin didn’t have the energy to look up at him.

“Do you always need this much looking after?”

“…….”

“You won’t eat or drink anything unless someone takes care of you.”

Only then did Song Yeongin lift his gaunt, even more delicate face.

The sight of the tall, imposing man with his sharp, muscular body standing in the middle of the kitchen felt utterly alien.

If he didn’t remember, no one would believe how this man had taken him like a beast, making him cry and taunting him. Cha Woojin was deceptively composed, his face ascetic and refined.

He stared piercingly at Song Yeongin from the kitchen with a chillingly neat appearance. It felt like Song Yeongin was the only one left tattered and worn out.

His broad shoulders, visible through the thin t-shirt, extended long arms to gather dishes from the kitchen. Soon, the tall man approached the table with beautifully plated food.

“I didn’t know what you’d like, so I had them bring a bit of everything.”

Korean, Japanese, Western, Chinese, salads, and desserts—high-end dishes from various restaurants were laid out one by one on the table.

Song Yeongin spoke in a hoarse, exhausted voice.

“I can’t eat all this…”

“Eat what you can. A housekeeper will come to clean up.”

The words sounded strange to Song Yeongin. How long was he supposed to stay here? It felt like a hint he’d be here for a while.

“Eat.”

The man, showing no trace of their earlier intimacy, stared as if waiting for him to swallow the food.

Reluctantly, he took a spoonful of what looked like porridge. The rich, earthy aroma of wild pine mushrooms spread softly in his mouth.

Cha Woojin said with cold, sharp eyes,

“It’s not just your lower hole that’s delicate—your whole body is frail and weak. Your eyes get red and raw from a little crying… marks stay red and vivid from being sucked, refusing to fade.”

“…….”

“Maybe it’s because your nutrition is a mess.”

“It’s not a little crying…”

Song Yeongin retorted incredulously.

“I cried all night and kept crying this morning. Because of who…”

Protesting with panting indignation, Cha Woojin finally curved his long, cool eyes and chuckled lowly.

“You’re right. Who told you to be so pretty?”

Song Yeongin was at a loss for words at the shameless, embarrassing remark from that smug face. His heart fluttered faintly. Something that shouldn’t grow was sprouting audaciously, out of sight, growing steadily.

He spoke with eyes that seemed ready to kiss him.

“You cry so prettily, it makes me want to keep making you cry…”

“…….”

“Like you said, I must be crazy.”

He didn’t know what being pretty meant, but no matter what he said, Song Yeongin was a man.

He thought of Shin Hayeon, with her stunning beauty. Even if he was called pretty, he couldn’t compare to the exquisite women he’d met, delicate as flowers.

Did you say such embarrassing things to every partner you slept with?

“How’s this place?”

Cha Woojin suddenly asked, gazing at the open view of the Han River. The space was sleek and urban, filled with refined, monochromatic modern items.

The sprawling top-floor penthouse, so vast you could get lost, had a duplex connected by stairs. The terrace boasted lush mini-gardens, and the rooftop featured a private outdoor pool and fitness facilities—an ultra-luxurious apartment of the highest caliber.

It exuded a different elegance from his private residence, with the unique urban charm of a high-rise.

“It’s nice.”

Song Yeongin answered simply, indifferently.

“That’s it?”

“…….”

“It’s not bad for commuting, the transportation is convenient, and it’s in the city center with plenty of amenities… How does it seem for living?”

“…….”

Song Yeongin fell silent at Cha Woojin’s words, unable to grasp what he meant.

“If you live here and like it, I could put this place in your name.”

Song Yeongin set down the spoon he’d been using to eat the mushroom porridge. He couldn’t fathom the intention behind such casual, shameless talk.

“Do other women like it when you say that?”

Cha Woojin’s face turned cold.

“Do you think I’d do something this foolish and pointless for anyone else?”

“…….”

“I’m not as idle as you think.”

“I don’t understand what you mean by that.”

“Move in here.”

“…….”

“For the time being, I plan to stay here with you.”

Was he suggesting they live together?

Song Yeongin still struggled to understand. He gazed at the man’s refined, upright face, then spoke after a long silence.

“I’m already grateful enough for the kindness you’ve shown my sister-in-law and nephew. I feel burdened, like I owe a debt I need to repay.”

“…….”

Cha Woojin narrowed his arrogant eyes.

“How much more do I need to overwork Manager Jang to satisfy you?”

“What… do you mean?”

“If you were still in that crumbling rooftop room, it wouldn’t be surprising if someone kidnapped or assaulted you again.”

“…….”

“If Manager Jang hadn’t been thorough and assigned 24-hour security, you might be back with Matteo right now… Why do you think I put Jang Haeseong, a former special security chief, by your side?”

Song Yeongin couldn’t respond, only blinking slowly in shock.

“Debt? Fine… I’ll explain it in terms you understand. In monetary terms, the cost of maintaining your security is far higher than living in this empty house.”

Song Yeongin bowed his head, ashamed.

“…I’m… sorry… I didn’t know. You don’t need to provide such excessive security anymore. As long as Song Yoon and my sister-in-law are safe, that’s enough…”

“Stop pretending to be noble. Don’t be foolish and just move in.”

Cha Woojin cut him off sharply with a piercing glare.

“Can’t you understand I’m using my resources to protect you?!”

“…….”

“Don’t give me reasons to clean up messes! That’s what I hate most. The aftermath always comes with astronomical losses.”

“…….”

“If you don’t want to suffer because of your stubbornness later, you’d better cooperate with me willingly.”

Cha Woojin, as if handling a business call, pointed out Song Yeongin’s inefficiencies and irrationality with cold precision.

He couldn’t argue with this sharp, decisive man. Would it be okay to be swept away by this storm of a man? Even if only ruins remained after the storm passed… would that be alright?

This reckless relationship with him was bound to hit rock bottom someday. When that time came, he might coldly point out his uselessness and inefficiencies like this. The thought of being discarded so ruthlessly made his heart sink.

Soon, Song Yeongin looked at the man with resigned, gentle eyes.

“Then what should I give you?”

His red, swollen, childlike eyes asked Cha Woojin.

“I don’t have anything to give…”

“Why do you think you have nothing to offer?”

Cha Woojin replied, incredulous.

“I’m a businessman. You don’t need to worry about me making a losing deal.”

He laughed confidently, adding,

“I’ll decide what you can give. You just take everything I offer.”

“…….”

“This house, LaCouer… take whatever I give you with boldness.”

At the man’s absurd words, Song Yeongin let out a faint, pale smile, his face clear and devoid of desire.

His pure, refined eyes stared straight at the man.

Does he really not know?

If I were the kind of person who could take such things… you wouldn’t have wanted me in the first place.