Desires Chapter 4.7 - III. A Gesture to Become Something

He couldn’t tear his eyes away, staring intently at it. Then, without delay, he draped the suit jacket he was holding over Song Yeongin’s shoulders.

“Put it on.”

Gently, he wiped the tears from the corners of Song Yeongin’s eyes, who had been sobbing like a child but was now barely calming down. However, Cha Woojin was still unable to suppress his anger. He couldn’t easily quell his rage.

“Let’s make it so you only cry in bed from now on.”

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Cautiously, the door to the storage room opened.

Song Yeongin, wrapped tightly in Cha Woojin’s suit jacket, was huddled in a corner, refusing to go outside. Cha Woojin struggled to pull him to his feet.

He didn’t want to face anyone here.

“Are you going to keep acting like this?”

“…….”

To the silent Song Yeongin, Cha Woojin leaned in with his smug face.

“If you don’t walk out of here on your own two feet, I’ll carry you out myself.”

At those words, Song Yeongin, with a weary expression, lifted his head, which had been bowed low, and looked up at Cha Woojin. His tear-reddened eyes were pitiful to behold.

Cha Woojin, brazenly tilting his sharp nose forward, said, “Want me to carry you?”

Only then did Song Yeongin shake his head and, with great effort, take a step forward. Cha Woojin had known for a long time that the threat of carrying him worked quite well on Song Yeongin.

As they finally stepped out through the door, Jang Haeseong’s figure appeared in the hallway. Jang Haeseong was perfectly controlling the flow of people entering and exiting this corridor where the storage room was located.

As if to reassure him, Cha Woojin gently patted Song Yeongin. The man, wrapping his arm around the shoulders clad in his jacket, walked slowly, matching Song Yeongin’s sluggish pace.

Perhaps because he had cried so much, it felt like a ringing echoed in his ears. His mind was blank, as if it had been drained. Completely exhausted, Song Yeongin could only lean into Cha Woojin’s embrace, led by his hand.

Having resisted with all his might against this iron-willed, lethal-weapon-like man, Song Yeongin no longer had the strength to even clench his fist.

Cha Woojin opened the passenger door of the car and helped Song Yeongin inside. He then got into the driver’s seat and took the wheel himself.

Song Yeongin, his face flushed red and utterly exhausted, leaned heavily against the passenger seat. With his tired eyes closed wordlessly, the engine started, and the car soon pulled away.

When he opened his eyes again, the man’s profile came into view. The strong jawline of the resolute man twitched. Song Yeongin knew he was still suppressing his surging anger.

While gripping the steering wheel, Cha Woojin made a call to someone.

“Dig up everything that can be used to pressure James Han and bring it to me! There’s no time. I don’t care how much it costs—buy up everything and bring me results I can see right now! If there’s nothing, make something up….”

— Shall we start with the paper company?

Park Seongjae’s voice came through the speaker.

“Hurry. That bastard stabbed me in the back and made a fool of me, so it’s time to strike back.”

The man, issuing orders with a frenzied voice, let out a rough breath and ended the call.

After that, the car turned onto an unfamiliar road. It wasn’t the penthouse in Hannam-dong, nor Jimil, nor his private residence. There was a sense that they were embarking on a completely foreign, distant journey.

“Where… are we going now?”

Song Yeongin asked in a hoarse, subdued voice.

Cha Woojin, gripping the steering wheel, was lost in thought for a long time. Whatever he was so engrossed in, he rolled his long, cold eyes back and forth in contemplation, let out a heavy sigh, and groaned again.

The man’s sharp, handsome profile was haggard from fatigue. Unable to sleep properly, his face was even more gaunt and sharp. The uncontrollable exhaustion cast a languid shadow over his striking features.

Without even glancing at Song Yeongin, Cha Woojin stared straight ahead and finally gave a belated response.

“Escape….”

“…….”

“I’m at my limit… I’m escaping reality with you right now.”

“…….”

“If I don’t give James Han what he wants, the losses Woosung Electronics will face are at a level where I’d have to resign from the board and offer my head on a platter.”

“…….”

And then, he clamped his mouth shut again.

Cha Woojin, still gripping the steering wheel, couldn’t calm his anger. He drove recklessly and roughly. Watching this man, who always maintained a calm and composed facade, lose control to his rage was a first for Song Yeongin.

At the same time, it struck Song Yeongin with an unexpected shock. He absolutely didn’t want to see this man break. If he did, it felt like the fragile world Song Yeongin was barely holding onto would collapse and vanish entirely.

They said he was being blackmailed with a weakness.

How did James Han ruin his affairs? How did he provoke this man? What had he done to make him so furious?

‘If it’s really because of me… if that’s why this man is so angry with me. Then, surely, I bear some responsibility. If he’s really in trouble because of me, shouldn’t I step up?’

But Song Yeongin couldn’t bring himself to ask if there was anything he could do to help. It was obvious Cha Woojin wouldn’t answer.

‘If I asked James Han… would he give me an answer?’

Song Yeongin seriously pondered this.

Cha Woojin gripped the steering wheel like a tyrant, speeding recklessly down the road. His anger was making Song Yeongin, seated in the passenger seat, tremble with anxiety. Horns blared noisily from all directions. It felt like they might actually crash.

Song Yeongin quietly fidgeted with his phone in the passenger seat. Should he ask Jang Haeseong or Park Seongjae for help? To please stop this man consumed by madness…

It was then, amid the screeching tires of the frenzied, reckless drive, that an absurd thought struck him. In the car speeding down the road, Song Yeongin recalled his mother and older brother, who had died in a car accident on the road.

His serene eyes gazed at Cha Woojin in the driver’s seat. A delicate, pale hand gently rested atop the hand gripping the steering wheel with agitation. At the warm, gentle touch, the man’s fierce, dark eyes finally showed a reaction.

Turning his head, Cha Woojin coldly scanned Song Yeongin with a face as sharp as a blade. With his tear-reddened eyes and a composed voice, Song Yeongin calmly said, “I’ll follow you wherever you go.”

“…….”

“Calm down… and drive carefully.”

At those words, the cold-blooded face let out a scoff, a chilling smirk. It was a harsh, twisted sneer. The man, who had been driving recklessly, glanced at Song Yeongin with a crooked, sneering look and said, “Scared you’ll die?”

Hearing those words, Song Yeongin gave a faint smile.

He had never been afraid of death in his life. The thought of fear was a luxury he couldn’t afford, as he had fiercely battled misfortune. If he had died, it would all be over, and that would be that. But he had endured and persevered to the end. And he believed that choice wasn’t wrong.

The man’s question about fearing death reminded him of the resentment his younger sister had expressed in sign language until the very end.

‘Coward… Were you scared of dying? Too afraid to move?! So you just stood there and watched Mom die?!’

Song Yeongin swallowed layers of incomprehensible emotions. It was tremendous progress. After enduring and persevering, he could now casually swallow those harsh, piercing feelings.

What pained Song Yeongin now was the man right beside him. Cha Woojin had taken him from heaven to hell dozens of times a day. His simple wish to live in the middle ground had been shattered into bubbles.

Song Yeongin responded to Cha Woojin.

“I’m not afraid of dying… not me, but you.”

“…….”

“Cha Woojin-ssi has so many things to do.”

At Song Yeongin’s response, Cha Woojin’s venomously sharp face softened as if by a lie. He let out a low, incredulous laugh, his cold eyes curving for a long while.

Song Yeongin felt relief at that composed laughter.

Whenever he laughed with those long, cold eyes curving like this, Song Yeongin’s heart trembled as if it might burst. On the mature, perfectly grown man’s sharp face, traces of a vibrant boy still lingered when he smiled.

The radiant boy he had once seen in a photo deep in your room… no one must ever know the secret that I fell for that boy at first sight. The boy still living inside you must remain hidden, and no one must know that I, alone, sometimes meet that boy in secret.

Whether it’s heaven or hell… if this man smiles like this by my side, maybe I can endure it. It was so enchanting that I wanted to cover my eyes and escape reality. Your smiling face shakes people’s hearts like this.

“Don’t be angry…”

Without realizing it, Song Yeongin reached out.

He gently touched the handsome, refined man’s face. Unconsciously placing his hand on the strong cheek, Song Yeongin flinched at his own boldness, startled as if he had done something wrong, and withdrew his hand from the sharp face. The man quickly grabbed Song Yeongin’s retreating hand.

Cha Woojin held the delicate hand tightly, pressing his lips to the back of it as if he couldn’t bear it. In a softened voice, he whispered, “Touch me.”

Cha Woojin kissed Song Yeongin’s hand repeatedly, as if unable to resist.

“Ha…”

As he was gently touched by the warm hand, Cha Woojin let out a low, husky breath.

Showering kisses on the pale hand and fingers, Cha Woojin gazed intently at Song Yeongin’s pure, unblemished profile.

From the moment he first saw him, he couldn’t take his eyes off that beautiful, transcendent light. No matter how many times he poured his sinful desires into it or tore it apart, that pure, pitiful light never faded.

That became Cha Woojin’s weakness. Even if it held him back, it was a hundred times better to keep it as a fatal flaw by his side than to let another take it.

‘Hand over the first work that child painted, The Ear of the Dead Mother, to me.’

James Han’s intentions were as clear as day. If he gave up the painting, the next demand would be for Song Yeongin himself. It was no different from his usual tactic of slowly gnawing away at a company, dismantling it in midair, and selling it off piece by piece. So, absolutely, nothing could be taken away.

“We’re going straight to my villa.”

“…….”

“I won’t die until I’ve spent the night inside you, holding you and rolling around, so don’t worry.”

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It was about two hours later when the car arrived at a yacht dock on the west coast.

An elderly man with a kind demeanor greeted them, bowing deeply with utmost sincerity to Cha Woojin. Song Yeongin, standing beside him, politely bowed alongside the elderly man. Then, he stepped back behind Cha Woojin, tightly clutching the suit jacket he was wearing. The sea breeze was bitterly cold.

“Young master…”

Cha Woojin gave the elderly man a warm smile. It was a rare sight to see him show such boundless trust in someone else.

“Mister, has everything been alright?”

“This island belongs to you, young master. If you don’t visit, how could anything happen? Oh, by the way, the young lady came by not long ago.”

“…Is that so?”

Cha Woojin’s expression became subtly unreadable.

Following the sprightly elderly man, they boarded a yacht heading toward a distant island.

Though Cha Woojin was dressed only in a thin shirt, his broad shoulders and sturdy frame stood firm like a rock against the biting wind.

Song Yeongin, clutching Cha Woojin’s large jacket over his torn white shirt, shivered in the sea breeze but insisted on standing outside the yacht, unable to take his eyes off the ocean.

“If you’re cold, go inside the yacht.”

Song Yeongin slowly blinked and shook his head. His hair fluttered in the wind. Through the strands, his strikingly fair forehead and delicate eyebrows were revealed. Cha Woojin, amidst the fierce sea breeze, looked at Song Yeongin’s reddened nose and lips and asked, “Do you like the sea?”

He couldn’t answer the question right away. After a long hesitation, Song Yeongin replied, “My mother hated water… so my sister and I have no memories of the sea.”

“…….”

“When she was young, my mother fell into the water… She was deaf and couldn’t speak. They say she couldn’t cry out for help. So, she never once took me or my sister near the water.”

Why was he telling this man such a pointless story? Song Yeongin couldn’t fathom why he had said it. It was as if a single word buried deep in his heart had floated to the surface like a lie, and he had simply plucked it out. But in that moment, a fierce wave surged.

Perhaps the sea has that kind of power. The endless expanse of the ocean has the strength to stir and shake what has been quietly suppressed. Just by bringing one clumsy truth to the surface, his heart felt as if it had been pierced open. It was as if a powerful wave, strong enough to swallow him, was rushing in.

In front of this man, still wrestling with the issue of James Han and swallowing uncontrollable anger, Song Yeongin felt embarrassed for bringing up such a trivial story and looked out at the distant sea with a sheepish expression.

Cha Woojin silently watched Song Yeongin, his hair fluttering in the wind. There was no pity or sympathy in his eyes. The bold man’s gaze softened warmly.

“I told you I’d teach you to swim. I’ll make you love the sea…”

Song Yeongin now understood that this was Cha Woojin’s way of offering comfort. He approached and gently pinched Song Yeongin’s nose, red from the cold.

Song Yeongin continued to gaze at the sea with a sense of wonder, while Cha Woojin watched Song Yeongin’s innocent face, sparkling with childlike wonder at the ocean.

On the day he showed him the stars and fireworks, he had those same childlike eyes. Whenever he was shown something new, a spark of life would light up in his serene eyes.

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The small island they reached by yacht, Mohee Island, was purchased by the Woosung Group for resort and ecological park development near the capital and international airport. However, the development had been halted, and the land was now owned by Cha Woojin, it was said.

The kind elderly man who affectionately called Cha Woojin “young master” managed the island and his villa, though their connection was unclear. The island, barely touched by human hands and preserving its natural ecosystem, was practically uninhabited.

The man’s villa felt as if it were located in the middle of the sea, designed to create an optical illusion. It embraced a grand, unobstructed view of the vast ocean from all sides. Behind the villa, a forest and mountain preserved the natural ecosystem of Mohee Island, offering a space for forest bathing.

The villa, both in its exterior and interior, was an eco-friendly structure with a highly unique design. It was a work of art harmonized with nature.

When the two entered the villa, the heating had already been turned on, and a warm ambiance enveloped them. Cha Woojin, looking out at the panoramic horizon of the sea, said, “When I need to clear my head, I come here alone.”

His words were understandable. It felt as if one were standing in the middle of the sea, fully immersed in the vast grandeur of nature.

Stepping into the building perched on a cliff, the unobstructed view of the sea from all sides made his heart feel wide open. The front faced the sea, and turning around revealed the lush forest of the island within arm’s reach. It was a miraculous view impossible to experience in the city.

“Your sister might have bugged this place if she was here.”

“…….”

“She might already know I’m tangled up with you. The rumors seem to be spreading quite a bit.”

The man with an impassive face gave a cold smile.

Beyond the glass window, the man standing against the sea, where the boundary with the sky had vanished, felt like an absolute presence. His towering stature and regal frame seemed as if they had risen from the sea and sky. The light reflecting off the water’s surface poured fervently behind his broad shoulders. It was blinding.

Cha Woojin suddenly began unbuttoning his stiff shirt’s cuffs and buttons. With swift, precise movements, he stripped off his shirt. His sharp, muscular, sensual body was revealed. Song Yeongin, startled by the sudden act of removing his shirt, turned away in embarrassment.

“Why, all of a sudden…”

“Because you keep rejecting me, I thought this might make you want me.”

“…….”

In the storage room of Laqueur, where people came and went, he had tried to take him by force. Was he supposed to have responded eagerly to that?

Half-naked, wearing only suit pants, the man strode toward Song Yeongin. As he walked, he leisurely unbuckled his heavy leather belt, and the loosened pants hung on his impressive hip muscles. He approached closely, presenting his irresistible, perfect physique.

“Usually, this makes people want me.”

At Cha Woojin’s absurd remark, Song Yeongin cast a sidelong glance with his neat eyes. His refined gaze became uncontrollably coy. Song Yeongin coldly averted his eyes.

Cha Woojin approached Song Yeongin and slowly unbuttoned the suit jacket he was loosely wearing.

“How long are you going to keep wearing my jacket?”

As he removed the jacket, the torn uniform shirt revealed Song Yeongin’s bare chest. The contrast between his smooth, pale skin and the provocative hue of his chest was strikingly vivid.

His soft, beautiful skin was covered in goosebumps. Despite having been intimate multiple times, Song Yeongin still blushed like it was the first time, unable to meet Cha Woojin’s eyes.

Suddenly, Cha Woojin grabbed Song Yeongin’s hand. Holding it tightly, he brought it to his own body. He forced Song Yeongin’s hand to touch his chiseled abs, guiding it across his body. The captured hand slid unhesitantly from the obliques to the provocatively defined hip muscles. The firm, deep muscles felt electrifying under Song Yeongin’s fingertips. His muscles and frame were so perfectly sculpted, almost like a work of art, that they inspired both awe and fear.

“So, do you feel like doing it with me now?”

Song Yeongin flinched, his ears turning red, but showed no other reaction. Cha Woojin grabbed Song Yeongin’s hand again and brought it to his face.

Sculpted cheekbones, strong cheeks, a high, sharp nose, and a sexy, upturned mouth. Presenting his masculine, refined face with perfect symmetry, he asked again, “Am I not enough for you?”

Did he not remember that I confessed I liked him? You were the one who came back from a two-week overseas trip and didn’t even lift a finger toward me first.

“More than… enough.”

His clear, flowing eyes blinked slowly. With each blink, his thick, proud eyebrows twitched. The cold man’s eyes wavered.

“I’m not used to being the one to seduce first.”

“…….”

“The one who’s always been desperate to do this wasn’t me.”

Cha Woojin grabbed Song Yeongin’s slender waist with both hands. The man’s high, firm nose buried itself in the long, delicate neck like a deer’s in an instant.

Staring intently at the rosy nipples standing out against the pale skin, the man didn’t hesitate. Lowering his strong neck and back muscles, he buried his lips in Song Yeongin’s chest, sucking on the pert, delicate bud. As his firm nose slid from chest to armpit, Song Yeongin pushed Cha Woojin away.

“Hn, ngh…! I’m really dirty. You’ll find it unpleasant. I’ll go wash up…”

Cha Woojin grabbed the struggling chest and gently savored the skin imbued with Song Yeongin’s scent.

“Ha, no need to wash. Your skin only smells beautiful.”

He thought the smell of sweat must be overwhelming. Having carried boxes of liquor into the workplace that morning, his body was far from clean. Moreover, he recalled how, until just a moment ago, he had been drenched in sweat from resisting with all his strength in the storage room.

Song Yeongin found it unbearably uncomfortable that the man was pressing his nose into his unclean body.

“Wait, hold on…! I want to wash up…”

Cha Woojin exhaled a rough breath against Song Yeongin’s neck.

“Ha… It’s always just me who’s desperate. You never cling to me or beg me.”

He couldn’t understand why the man thought that way.

I’ve always been the one clinging, or so I thought… He still hasn’t given a single response to my confession of love. He made me admit that I wanted him to hold me, to do whatever he wanted with me, even to hurt me…

Cha Woojin blocked Song Yeongin, who was struggling to go wash up, and tugged at the buckle of his uniform pants. Slipping his hand inside the underwear, he brazenly grabbed the plump curve of Song Yeongin’s buttocks. Beneath the precariously arched waist, the man extended his long, thick fingers into the valley of the luscious hips.

“Hngh, ugh…! I’m dirty, I said.”

The man, unhesitatingly probing the entrance, locked his dark, haughty eyes on Song Yeongin and asked, “While I was gone, did you use this or not?”

Song Yeongin writhed in shame at the sensation of the man’s long fingers touching his unclean place, the feeling sending chills through him.

As if not understanding his words, Song Yeongin looked up at the tall man with innocent eyes. Cha Woojin narrowed his coldly curved eyes and murmured, “I’m asking if you ever touched yourself here thinking of me…”

Song Yeongin’s innocent face flushed bright red.

“…I’ve never… done that.”

“What about the front?”

With an unchanged, nonchalant expression, the man brazenly asked while grabbing Song Yeongin’s member with his other hand.

Until now, Song Yeongin had lived suppressing his desires to an almost pathological degree. Even during puberty, he had never properly masturbated, and now Cha Woojin was asking if he had touched himself during the ten days he was away.

From his immature years, Song Yeongin had loathed the greed of men who lusted after him, considering sexual desire and masturbation sinful. Though his pent-up urges had occasionally been released naturally through wet dreams, he had never deliberately sought to pleasure himself. The act of seeking desire and pleasure with his own hands remained a forbidden taboo, even after being intimate with Cha Woojin.

“Hngh, ugh…! I said I’ve never done that…!”

“Ha, right… As if a noble saint like you would.”

“…….”

“You’re not in a rush, are you? Right now, I’m the one going crazy, desperate to get inside you.”

Cha Woojin gripped his frighteningly erect member and let his eyes wander lasciviously.

“Not using this for ten days has my limbs aching and this place throbbing.”

If he wanted, there would surely be countless others willing to spread their legs for him anywhere. Song Yeongin knew this man was someone whose desires boiled over, enough to keep someone up all night indulging in his body.

But just imagining Cha Woojin being intimate with another woman caused a visceral rejection to surge within Song Yeongin. He couldn’t accept it. The thought of this heterosexual man having sex or being intimate with someone else—specifically another woman—forced Song Yeongin to confront a devastating sense of collapse.

Cha Woojin used his tongue roughly, as if punishing. His high, firm nose buried into the soft, small cheek as he sucked on Song Yeongin’s lips. He was forcefully opening the tightly closed entrance, devoid of any moisture.

“Ha, wait, ugh, ah…! It hurts…”

Cha Woojin whispered coldly and mercilessly, “Endure it even if it hurts. I have no intention of being patient or considerate like a saint, like last time.”

“…….”

“I’m still not over my anger.”

“Ugh, hngh…!”

“You need to be taught a lesson today. By me…”

Without loosening the tight passage, he savagely tried to push the tip of his engorged member inside. His haughty, downward gaze locked onto Song Yeongin as his sharp jaw clenched. To the man trying to take him violently, Song Yeongin asked, “Hngh, ugh…! Don’t do this and just tell me. You don’t explain properly, so I don’t know.”

The man stopped his attempt to enter and stiffened his muscular body. Fluid dripped from Cha Woojin’s painfully erect member.

“What’s this so-called weakness?! …Is it really because of me that things went wrong?”

“…….”

“Then tell me what I can do to help you.”

Why was he unable to suppress his anger like this? What did he mean that he’d have to resign from the board of Woosung Electronics and offer his head if he didn’t give James Han what he wanted? How was Song Yeongin involved in this? He hadn’t explained anything.

“Alright. Shh…! Stop it. I never said it was your fault. You don’t need to worry about it anymore.”

“…….”

His blatantly lascivious eyes shamelessly scanned Song Yeongin. The man, bringing his dark, aggressive gaze right up to Song Yeongin’s nose, murmured in a belligerent tone, “You drove me mad with jealousy.”

“…….”

“That cunning bastard approached you with sneaky intentions, and you haven’t even opened your mouth to me about it until now.”

“…….”

“He made a fool of me in front of that guy. Don’t you get it, even after what Matteo did to you?! You’re being punished for it now…”

Song Yeongin didn’t back down. With sharp, intelligent eyes, he fearlessly met Cha Woojin’s gaze, questioning his true intentions.

“That issue… it’s related to me, isn’t it? There’s something I can do to help you, right?”

Instinctively, he sensed it had to do with him. If it was related to him and he could directly help, Song Yeongin wanted to do whatever he could. But Cha Woojin still wouldn’t give him an answer.

“Ha, Song Yeong…! No, Yeongin-ah.”

The man, his nerves on edge, rubbed his face tiredly, as if his head might explode.

“Who told you to do anything?”

“…….”

“All you need to do is lie there quietly, shut up, and let me fuck you nicely.”

Song Yeongin’s body stiffened coldly.

Cha Woojin, with a nonchalant and shameless face, was telling him to just be a hole and take it.

“Just go along with what I tell you, act like you’re being scolded, and that’s enough.”

“…….”

He murmured again with cold eyes, “That’s what I need from you right now.”

Song Yeongin’s delicate, refined face turned as cold as a lifeless painting. Cha Woojin gave no leeway. He, too, responded with a cold, merciless gaze.

Cha Woojin lifted Song Yeongin by force and laid him on a sofa as wide as a bed. He pulled down the pants and underwear from Song Yeongin’s hips, who lay there with a hardened face, unresisting like stone. As if to humiliate him, he lewdly spread Song Yeongin’s bare, white thighs.

The man thrust his broad, muscular shoulders between Song Yeongin’s legs. There, between his thighs, were those lascivious, wicked eyes again. The man’s hips twitched, eager to ravage him.

Song Yeongin gritted his teeth. At the same time, his trembling eyes reddened. He wrestled with endless torment and anguish under this man who treated him like a hole. Anger surged at the man telling him to act like a scolded doll and let himself be fucked nicely.

Staring intently at Cha Woojin’s face, pushed to the brink by accumulated fatigue and stress, Song Yeongin let his tear-reddened eyes wander. The thick eyebrows and straight forehead were furrowed, and the razor-sharp face was deeply weary.

‘Escape…’

‘I’m at my limit… I’m escaping reality with you right now.’

Song Yeongin knew he hadn’t slept for days, staying up through the night. If he was involved in that issue, Song Yeongin had no right to be angry.

At this moment, Song Yeongin didn’t want to be an enemy to this man, who was so overwhelmed that he needed to escape reality. Even without him, the man likely had enemies all around. Song Yeongin didn’t want to add to that in this situation. All he had to do was keep quiet and comply with what the man wanted.

There must be a reason. For his anger, for his silence… There must be a reason for it.

Song Yeongin thought calmly, his face pale.

If treating him like a whore would quell the man’s anger, there was no reason not to be one. Looking up at the man who stood erect between his thighs with a lewd body, Song Yeongin said, “Do as you please…”

“…….”

“You said I just need to act like I’m being scolded.”

Cha Woojin looked down at Song Yeongin with incredulous, crooked eyes.

“…What?”

“Punish me.”

At the bold, audacious words, Cha Woojin’s eyes narrowed endlessly.

“So, if it’ll calm Cha Woojin-ssi down… I’ll take the punishment.”

At those daring words, Cha Woojin couldn’t find words to continue for a long while. He just stared silently at Song Yeongin.

The man, gazing at the provocative figure beneath him, suddenly ignited with fiery passion. His lascivious gaze, consumed by explosive desire, was overwhelmingly seductive. His massive, erect member twitched menacingly before Song Yeongin.

“Really? I don’t think my anger will subside easily… How do you think I can calm down?”

Song Yeongin’s calm, refined eyes gazed up at the man. Cha Woojin’s satisfied gaze swept over the soft, pale skin between his thighs. The saintly, pure eyes hid something that fueled Cha Woojin’s sadistic urges.

“If I tie your hands so you can’t use them and blindfold you with a tie, would that calm me down?”

Cha Woojin smiled languidly, stroking his savagely twitching member. The club-like, ferocious shaft and muscular, belligerent body seemed ready to pounce. Using the fluid from his member, he wet Song Yeongin’s entrance. The slender, delicate waist trembled at the vivid sensation.

“If you really do that… do you think it’ll calm you down?”

Cha Woojin, barely restraining his urge to enter, traced the alluring curves of the body beneath him. As his rough hand grazed sensitive areas, Song Yeongin’s waist swayed unconsciously. The lithe movements sent a tingling rush through Cha Woojin’s limbs.

“Put your hand in and loosen your hole yourself in front of me.”

Song Yeongin’s small face flushed red with shame.

“I… can’t do that. That kind of thing…”

It would be easier to endure violent, cruel acts. If he insisted on inserting without loosening, he could bear it. Even if he had rough, violent sex, defiled his body all night, or tied his hands and blindfolded him, he could endure. But he couldn’t show such a humiliating act to him.

He had never properly masturbated due to guilt. The act of desiring and seeking relief was an unbearable ordeal for him. He couldn’t accept that the same greed as those who lusted after him existed within him. That loathing of desire had become a deep-seated affliction.

Song Yeongin, who had consciously restrained even eating to avoid indulgence, shook his head in denial with clear, innocent eyes and a refined face.

“…Don’t make me do this.”

“I won’t go easy on you. You said you’d take the punishment.”

“…….”

“Don’t you realize how much I’ve cherished and cared for you until now?”

Cha Woojin narrowed his long, cold eyes. Looking down with merciless eyes, he laughed coldly.

“Ha, you’re not some lord… You’re so used to being pampered by me that you don’t even know how to loosen yourself.”

Pinned beneath Cha Woojin, with his thighs forcibly spread, Song Yeongin looked at the man with clear, serene eyes. Those mournful eyes were hollow.

“Then tie me up.”

“…Ha!”

Cha Woojin scoffed in disbelief into the air. Song Yeongin neither avoided his gaze nor fled, facing him resolutely. Fear and shame vanished, leaving only pale indifference on his face.

“No, just put it in… You don’t need to loosen it…”

Song Yeongin, pale as if resolved to become stone, resisted with an expressionless face and emotionless tone. Cha Woojin savagely grabbed his delicate jaw.

“Who the hell acts so insolently in front of me like this?!”

Song Yeongin closed his tired eyes while his jaw was held. Even that felt like a silent protest to Cha Woojin.

“Getting cocky because I’ve been too lenient?”

The small face in his rough grip carried a quiet, subtle stubbornness.

“I’ll have to fix that attitude.”

Cha Woojin forcibly spread the legs wide. Grabbing the smooth, pale thighs, he roughly pulled them toward his thick torso. His touch was crude and lascivious, as if handling a whore. His club-like, savagely erect member twitched fiercely. The thick, swollen tip pressed violently between the soft, red folds.

Without inserting, Cha Woojin teased the clean, rosy folds with his thick tip at the entrance. Song Yeongin’s entrance twitched, soaked by the fluid from the man’s member.

But Song Yeongin didn’t budge, coldly turning his head to ignore Cha Woojin like a statue.

“Fine? Ha… Alright. Seeing you so stubborn, I can’t let you win.”

“…….”

“Loosen it yourself.”

Cha Woojin grabbed the slender, pale hand. Forcing the delicate, rosy entrance—so pure and pristine, like Song Yeongin’s appearance—to be touched by his own pale, delicate fingers.

In matters of sexual intimacy, Cha Woojin was obsessively fastidious about others’ impurity. His aversion to filth was so deep that he wouldn’t even glance at a body touched by another. His repulsion was so severe that he avoided being intimate again with someone he’d already been with.

If the other person hadn’t washed, he might find the entrance dirty, yet Song Yeongin’s flawless, radiant body was eerily pure.

His unblemished, smooth skin was transparent, with fine hairs that were delicate. The soft skin was so pure that every blush was beautiful. Even the faint scent on his skin felt like an aphrodisiac, stirring desire.

Embracing an unwashed, dirty body was unthinkable for Cha Woojin, with his obsessive aversion to impurity. Yet, at this moment, Song Yeongin’s body didn’t feel dirty or unclean. Rather, the way the boy squirmed in front of him, fearing his scent or filth, seemed almost endearing.

Song Yeongin still hadn’t put his fingers inside his entrance. Just the sight of him, with his smooth, pale thighs spread, eyes tightly shut in shame, and his red, wet entrance touched by his delicate hand, made Cha Woojin’s engorged, swollen member feel like it might burst.

“Hngh… I can’t… do this…”

The entrance Song Yeongin touched was strangely clamped shut, refusing to open. Even that clumsy sight fueled Cha Woojin’s animalistic arousal.

“Ha, damn it… How long are you going to tease me?”

Cha Woojin’s sharp, muscular shoulders burrowed between Song Yeongin’s legs. With his taut, fierce back arched, he gripped his savagely erect member and stroked it lewdly.

Fluid dripped profusely from the man’s member. Cha Woojin smeared it on his hand and wet Song Yeongin’s entrance. Grabbing Song Yeongin’s fingers roughly, he coated them with his fluid.

“Fuck, spread it… Put your fingers in your hole and loosen it yourself.”

Song Yeongin, eyes tightly shut, tried to insert one trembling finger. Barely managing to push a single slender finger inside, he couldn’t go deeper and quickly gave up. His entrance, like his heart, resisted, clamped shut.

With trembling hands, Song Yeongin looked up at the man with teary eyes, reproachfully.

“Really… why are you so cruel? You’re really… a bad person.”

At that, Cha Woojin scoffed in disbelief. Trembling with resentment and hatred, all he could say was “bad person”?

Really, bringing along someone so innocent they can’t even curse properly.

Song Yeongin, eyes wet and trembling, lunged at him with wide, round eyes.

“This isn’t pleasure for me—it’s pain! Torture…! Do you know how I’ve suppressed and endured these things my whole life?!”

What’s the big deal? Just failing to put a single finger in his body…

He wasn’t asking him to masturbate in front of him or demanding perverse acts. It was just a request for an adult to loosen their entrance for sex.

Looking down at the trembling Song Yeongin, Cha Woojin murmured in a low, cold voice, “If you’re going to be like this, don’t say you’ll take the punishment.”

The smooth, pale legs trembled. With wet eyes, Song Yeongin began struggling to escape from beneath Cha Woojin. Cha Woojin grabbed his white thighs and shoulders firmly.

With cold eyes lowered, Cha Woojin calmly spread Song Yeongin’s thighs again. His thick fingers, wet with fluid, unhesitatingly probed Song Yeongin’s entrance. As the skilled man’s touch circled the sensitive area, Song Yeongin’s lower body writhed lasciviously, as if by a lie.

“I’ll go easy, so beg me then.”

“…….”

The coy, small face bit its plump lips with cold, reddened eyes.

Cha Woojin lowered his sharply muscled back between Song Yeongin’s thighs. He buried his lips in Song Yeongin’s delicate navel. Kissing down the abdomen, the subtly protruding hips trembled.

Smack…! Smack…!

The sound of kisses stopped at Song Yeongin’s bright red member. Between barely visible, fine hairs, the man buried his face, teasing before kissing Song Yeongin’s red member. Song Yeongin let out a sensual breath he couldn’t hide and instantly became erect.

“Ngh, hngh…!”

A beautiful, delicate moan escaped his red, plump lips. The man, with his handsome face buried between Song Yeongin’s thighs, asked, “Do I have to beg again?”

“…….”

“Honestly, you’re like royalty. I’m not punishing you—I’m serving you…”

Cha Woojin, laughing languidly in disbelief, caressed Song Yeongin’s erect, bright red member. The alluringly risen organ, beautifully shaped, dripped profusely. It was as refined and innocent as Song Yeongin himself.

When wet, it was utterly seductive.

“Hngh, ugh….”

“I won’t make you do more, so relax and let go. Are you even tired of me loosening you now?”

Holding the member, his thick fingers skillfully probed the entrance, and Song Yeongin’s waist swayed beneath him.