Desires Chapter 5.3 - Provocations

The spacious back seat of the Rolls-Royce provided ample room for the two of them to engage in such an act. It was as if Cha Woojin had driven this car with this very intention in mind. Song Yeongin knew he was a meticulous man.

With his hands gripping the black suit pants, Song Yeongin’s small, delicate face buried itself between Cha Woojin’s legs as he knelt between his long thighs.

When it felt as though Song Yeongin’s provocative and sensual movements were too natural, as if someone had taught him, Cha Woojin’s cool, refined face twitched faintly with an undirected spark of jealousy.

Just seeing Song Yeongin kneeling between his legs caused blood to rush painfully downward, overwhelming Cha Woojin.

A pale, slender hand unzipped the suit pants. As the pants were lowered, Cha Woojin’s organ, already fiercely erect, jutted out menacingly over his briefs.

When Song Yeongin cautiously caressed it over the briefs, Cha Woojin, his face flushed with arousal, gripped the soft cheek between his legs.

Even in such lascivious acts, you seemed like an innocent child.

As Song Yeongin’s small head touched Cha Woojin’s organ, it began to ooze slick, viscous fluid. Pulling down the briefs revealed a thick, massive organ, too large to take in one mouthful. The handsome, rigid organ heavily grazed Song Yeongin’s small, soft cheek.

Song Yeongin carefully caressed it with his hand before gently taking the tip into his full, red lips.

“Haa…”

Cha Woojin clutched Song Yeongin’s hair at the back of his head. Song Yeongin, with Cha Woojin’s organ in his mouth, steadied himself with both hands on Cha Woojin’s thighs and looked up at him.

Cha Woojin knew that even among countless climaxes, this moment would be unforgettable. The image of Song Yeongin looking up at him with his organ in his mouth would likely stay etched in his mind until his dying day.

The sight was so pitiful and strangely erotic that it made his organ ache painfully. Driven by a desire to thrust, Cha Woojin roughly pushed into Song Yeongin’s throat.

“Hnng…! Mmph…!”

It was too large to take fully into his mouth. The overwhelming intrusion stabbed sharply into his throat, causing tears to bead at the corners of his red eyes. His flushed eye corners unwittingly softened seductively. Swallowing what he held, he opened and tightened his throat.

“Haa, damn…”

Cha Woojin’s face contorted with surging arousal as he spat out curses. His sharp, refined features twisted into lascivious curves, clouded with lust.

“Haa, I’m still pissed off. Seeing you suck me off so coyly with that pretty face… Knowing you’re so good at taking a man’s organ, I can’t help but wonder which bastards taught an innocent thing like you to do this.”

“Hnng, mmph…! Nng…!”

Song Yeongin’s throat convulsed uncontrollably. He swallowed every drop of the man’s slick fluid without leaving a trace. Cha Woojin pulled his still-unsated, weapon-like organ from Song Yeongin’s mouth.

“Hnng… Haa…! Haa…!”

Cha Woojin grabbed the panting Song Yeongin and pulled him up. Clutching his slender waist, he sat him on his muscled thighs. Without hesitation, he shoved his hand into Song Yeongin’s loose slacks.

“Ugh, hnng…! I said only with my mouth. No, stop it!”

Cha Woojin smirked with lust-clouded eyes.

“You think I don’t notice you getting hard every time you suck me? Last time too… Look, you’re like this now.”

“Hnng…! No, it’s not true!”

To the startled Song Yeongin, Cha Woojin narrowed his eyes, interrogating him like a predator whose prey was stolen.

“Who taught you to feel it in your throat?! Tell me, huh?”

Song Yeongin shook his head in denial, but his red, erect organ below betrayed his words.

Cha Woojin gripped the slender, seductive organ like its master. Stimulating the swollen, pretty organ, he obsessively checked Song Yeongin’s face, seated on his lower body.

He repeatedly studied Song Yeongin’s face, flushed red and dripping with sensuality, bringing his own arrogant, handsome face close enough to touch his nose.

“I still can’t tell if you’re innocent or depraved.”

Under the skilled touch stimulating his red, swollen organ, Song Yeongin trembled and convulsed atop him. He pounded Cha Woojin’s broad shoulders with his fists, but the iron-like, aroused shoulders didn’t budge.

“Haa, no, ugh…! Stop…!”

“I like both.”

“…….”

“I like both… I like it when you’re clueless like an idiot, and I like it when you’re worn and experienced. So stop pretending and be honest with me.”

Cha Woojin lifted the thin silk T-shirt and sucked on the baby-soft chest. The red, ripe buds, now swelling and standing erect without being touched, were teased by his long fingers. He had painstakingly tamed them to ripen like this.

“Beautiful… Seeing you makes me crazy with wanting to touch you. Your skin is beautiful… Your chest is beautiful. Even though you’re a man, even your erect organ is so damn beautiful.”

As he held Song Yeongin tenderly, his low laughter echoing in the car made Song Yeongin’s heart pound painfully.

“Ugh, haa…! Not here… Hnng…! People outside will see. I don’t want to.”

The man’s lips curved into a charming arc. As his sexy lips lewdly licked and sucked the stiff nipples, Song Yeongin’s waist swayed and curved.

“Haha, tell me. When I suck you like this and your body sways… That’s you begging me to put it inside, right?”

“Ah, hnng…! Don’t say weird things…”

Song Yeongin tried to silence Cha Woojin’s lips, which were humiliating him, but his weak, pretty gesture only fueled Cha Woojin’s arousal instead of resisting it.

The thick, ferocious tip of Cha Woojin’s organ was slick with moisture. It stood rigid, veins pulsing, desperate to enter Song Yeongin’s body, swollen to the point of bursting.

Cha Woojin gripped Song Yeongin’s red organ alongside his own, stroking them together with his large hand. Their organs rubbed skillfully within his grip.

It was hot. The man’s organ touching his was scorching, like heated iron or a fireball. Perhaps because he possessed such a fiery thing, he took Song Yeongin like a lightning storm, yet was never satisfied.

Song Yeongin felt he could never fulfill this man’s endless desires.

Trembling and panting in the man’s hand as their organs rubbed together, his mind went blank, and nothing else mattered.

It was climax.

“Ah, ah, ugh, mm… Hnng!”

The lewdly dripping semen tangled in Cha Woojin’s large hand, flowing slickly.

‘Brrr—!’

At the moment of their intense mutual climax in the man’s hand, Song Yeongin’s phone vibrated fiercely from his coat pocket.

He naturally assumed it was his sister-in-law calling. Cha Woojin probably thought the same.

A call after 3 a.m. was a sign of something urgent. The thought that something might have happened to Yooni made it impossible not to answer.

Song Yeongin, limp from exertion, twisted on the man’s lower body to grab the phone from his coat pocket.

Cha Woojin, holding Song Yeongin’s thighs to keep him in place, ended up looking at the phone screen together.

〖 Na Hangyeol 〗

It wasn’t his sister-in-law. The name ‘Na Hangyeol’ was displayed on the screen.

Cha Woojin, with Song Yeongin seated on his lower body, sneered coldly and said mockingly.

“Why don’t you answer? A call at 3 a.m. seems urgent.”

Cha Woojin’s long eyes narrowed sharply, turning cold. Song Yeongin pressed the end call button on the persistently ringing phone.

“It’s not like that.”

As he hung up, Cha Woojin lunged roughly, sucking fiercely at Song Yeongin’s delicate, deer-like neck. His face slid to Song Yeongin’s chest, his sharp nose licking and then growling as he bit the red, swollen nipple.

“Ah, ow! It hurts…!”

It hurt enough to bring tears.

His sharp, cold face sneered. Cha Woojin stared at Song Yeongin, seated on his lower body, with his characteristic arrogant, piercing gaze. An overt accusation followed.

“What? Don’t want to answer with me here?!”

“No. He’s just a colleague… A friend.”

“Suspicious… What kind of colleague calls this late? It’s past 3 a.m.”

His cold, interrogating eyes glared sharply at Song Yeongin. Cha Woojin lewdly kneaded Song Yeongin’s plump, round buttocks seated on his thighs. Like an angry man, he slipped his fingers between the cheeks, trying to open the tight hole.

Cha Woojin fondled Song Yeongin’s red, wet organ. Coating his long fingers with their earlier release, he probed the entrance of the hole.

“Hnng, ugh…! I said not here…!”

‘Brrr—!’

At that moment, Song Yeongin’s phone, pushed to the side seat, blared again. The same name appeared on the screen.

〖 Na Hangyeol 〗

Song Yeongin reached for it, but Cha Woojin was faster. Swiftly extending his long arm, he snatched the phone and instantly pressed the speakerphone button.

“Give it back…!”

Song Yeongin struggled to take the phone, but Cha Woojin, amused, whispered lowly in his ear.

“Shh… Be quiet! Unless you want your friend to hear what we’re doing.”

His firm arm and long hand continued to tease the plump buttocks he held.

Na Hangyeol’s voice came through the speakerphone. From the first word, it was clear he was heavily drunk.

— …Yeongin… Yeongin…! It’s me… Hangyeol… Why… aren’t you answering? Huh?! Were you sleeping?!

Song Yeongin shouted hurriedly.

“Hangyeol, I’ll call you later…! Mmph…!”

A large hand roughly covered Song Yeongin’s mouth. He struggled to take the phone, but he couldn’t overpower this lethal-weapon-like man.

— Hey… Wanna grab a drink with me? I was drinking… and kept thinking of you…

Song Yeongin tried to shake off Cha Woojin’s arm, but it was futile. The cold-blooded man’s eyes curved playfully, amused. The drunken voice continued over the speakerphone.

— Weird… When I’m drunk, your face… keeps flashing in my mind…

“…….”

— …I miss you… Yeongin… Can’t you come now…?

Cha Woojin, unwilling to hear more, pressed the end button and carelessly tossed the phone onto the seat.

He laughed heartily in a low tone, then spoke flatly with cold eyes, as if he’d never laughed.

“Interesting.”

Song Yeongin struggled to escape from his thighs, but Cha Woojin gripped his slender waist each time he resisted.

“…Don’t misunderstand… It’s not like that. He’s just a friend. This is the first time he’s called like this at this hour…”

Cha Woojin’s razor-sharp nose came close to Song Yeongin’s face. His long eyes, devoid of humor, spoke coldly.

“So? You two were dating at my workplace while playing friends?”

Song Yeongin’s neat eyes widened in shock, trembling faintly. Cha Woojin narrowed his dark, long eyes, interrogating him. His cold, lascivious eyes curved.

“Tell me. Were you sneaking around having fun at Laqueuer?”

“…You don’t even listen to people?! Hangyeol’s not like that. He’s just a friend my age, and we… haven’t even known each other long…”

Cha Woojin, clicking his tongue in irritation, grabbed Song Yeongin’s thighs and flipped him over. With unimaginable strength, Song Yeongin’s back was pinned to the seat in an instant.

He spread Song Yeongin’s firm buttocks lewdly and probed the tight hole with his fingers.

“Ah, ugh, it hurts, it hurts! No! I said no…!”

With merciless force, he pinned Song Yeongin down, his veined, muscled forearms twitching as he probed the hole. Lowering his long eyes lazily, he let out a sneering smirk.

“If you wanted, avoiding Jang Haesung would be nothing. You think I don’t know you could lock the door and do anything in that storage room, like we did?”

The tight hole, lubricated only by their earlier release, gripped his fingers as if it would snap them.

“Hnng…! No, it hurts, stop…!”

Cha Woojin sat up, his sharply defined, muscled body rigid. With his angry shoulders squared and a murderous glint in his eyes, he interrogated.

“Did you fool around with someone behind Jang Haesung’s back? Tell me! Did you give them your hole too?”

After not being touched for days, the tight, closed hole was penetrated by the ferocious tip of his organ.

“Haa, ugh…! Don’t do this. It’s crazy…!”

Tears, clinging red to his flushed eyes, streamed down.

“Hnng, ugh… You know it’s not true! Cha Woojin…! Why are you so cruel… You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?! Knowing I like you, you’re doing this on purpose…”

Cha Woojin gripped the long, pale neck. The elegant, slender neck trembled like a docile young animal.

He buried his sharp nose in it, sucking greedily and chewing the tender skin. The bruised flesh whimpered in pain.

“Ah, ow! It hurts…!”

In an instant, the massive, slick organ pierced through him.

“Ugh, hnng…!”

The iron-hot pillar thrust in slowly, moving back and forth. Cha Woojin’s fluids acted as lubricant, barely coating Song Yeongin’s inner walls.

Song Yeongin writhed in pain, moaning.

“Hnng, it hurts… Ugh, it feels like it’s tearing…!”

The inner walls, trying to dispel the pain, opened and closed frantically. The tight, narrow hole made Cha Woojin swallow the pain of his organ feeling like it would snap.

Moving slowly without rushing, the slick membranes clung tightly, squeezing his organ. There was no denying it. His body was already perfectly molded to Cha Woojin’s organ.

“…Haa, you’re like a nine-tailed fox. Just making eye contact or responding to anyone makes them hard and desperate to thrust into you! By now, you should’ve learned from your past.”

Cha Woojin moved his hips with excruciating slowness. If he thrust as he desired, the tight hole would tear apart.

Song Yeongin’s translucent skin flushed red all over. His eyes, nose, lips, chest, groin, and pretty organ… Cha Woojin looked down at the pitiful face, silently whimpering and crying beneath him, and said.

“…Haa, you love your friends… Not just friends, but even that teacher—don’t you feel anything after what he did to you?! Do you not realize how you look to guys with organs?!”

At Cha Woojin’s words, Song Yeongin’s body froze coldly. Unable to breathe, his slender back trembled faintly.

He’d never brought up that story himself. Song Yeongin was hearing his shameful past through this man’s mouth. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to hear such vile, filthy, depraved, disgusting stories from Cha Woojin’s mouth.

I hate hearing those words from you!

Between the spread pale thighs, red folds bloomed like a flower, gripping the thick, weapon-like organ. Cha Woojin stared, entranced, at the lascivious sight of Song Yeongin’s white thighs and plump buttocks filled with his organ.

Cha Woojin stopped moving. With his thick organ buried in Song Yeongin’s hole, he stood with rigid shoulders and deeply carved obliques, looking down at the trembling, slender back beneath him, speaking coldly.

“Don’t worry. I’m finding every bastard who did that to you, crushing them in the most painful way, and breaking them so they can’t even be pieced back together.”

“…….”

“If there’s any video or photo of you out there, I’ll retrieve every single one.”

Song Yeongin forgot the pain below. He couldn’t understand what the man was saying. He’d never mentioned it, so how, how could he do that?!

Right… This was Cha Woojin.

A man who moved in his own way to conquer and dominate without hesitation. Neither law nor authority could stop him. For Cha Woojin, only his way existed.

“Mr. Song Yeongin, Yeongin… You’re too beautiful. So beautiful that anyone would want to touch you, even cruelly, and the slightest opening makes men go wild and want to thrust into you like beasts.”

“…….”

“That’s why I told you never to give them an opening.”

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The fiery, depraved sex continued chaotically.

The once-tight hole, now slick with the man’s semen, gaped smoothly. Cha Woojin gripped Song Yeongin’s swaying waist and hips, thrusting mercilessly with a ‘thud! thud! thud! thud!’ The pretty, red-bloomed hole, like a flower petal, was fiercely penetrated by an organ as thick as a child’s arm.

The dazzling male frame’s sharp muscles stood taut with ferocity. Cha Woojin, like a rutting stallion, thrust skillfully and lasciviously. Each time he drove in, the white, slender waist twisted seductively. A frenzied moan followed.

“Mm, ah, ah! Ow, ah!”

The lascivious, clinging membranes squeezed Cha Woojin’s organ as if to sever it. The red, seductive inner walls wrapped tightly around it.

A body born to take a man. A lascivious hole tighter than any other. Yet, seeing that pure, sacred face drenched in lust made his mind melt hazily, uncontrollable. Cha Woojin felt himself heat up again below as he thrust. His blood-rushed organ felt like it would burst.

“Ah, ah! Ow, no, stop…! Hnng!”

“Haa, no way. I can’t stop; I haven’t finished.”

He couldn’t trust this beautiful, seductive thing. Despite saying it hurt, Song Yeongin had already climaxed early, trembling just from being penetrated, without even being touched in front. A sensitive body that opened well and felt everything. Born with everything to please a man.

‘Is it only like this under me? Or would you be like this under another man?’

If this boy trembled, moaned, and felt pleasure under another man, Cha Woojin thought he’d truly go mad. He’d kill the guy. Tearing him apart and ripping out his flesh wouldn’t be enough.

“Hnng…! It’s going to break! Mm, please…!”

Resigning himself to the fact that he couldn’t escape the relentless thrusting after climax, Song Yeongin wrapped his arms around Cha Woojin’s neck, clinging to him.

To stop his movements, Song Yeongin clung tightly to his neck, burying his red, tearful face in Cha Woojin’s nape.

‘Ah…!’

He sighed.

Song Yeongin let out a cold scoff, forgetting the pain of being penetrated.

It was still there, unerasable. The unfamiliar scent of a woman from earlier, the smell of cosmetics, the scent of a woman’s skin… It wasn’t a misunderstanding. It could never be a misunderstanding. Lost in a daze, Song Yeongin buried his face in Cha Woojin’s nape and let out a deranged sneer.

Song Yeongin, lost in a haze of reason, clung to the man’s firm neck with its prominent veins, whispering coldly in his ear.

“Haa, disgusting…! The smell of a woman, that foul cosmetic scent clinging to your body… What the hell have you been doing?”

“…….”

“…It’s revolting! Filthy…! You fool around with women like this, and you think you have the right to say those things to me?!”

Cha Woojin finally pulled his heavy organ from the tight, gripping hole that clamped around him without mercy.

As the thick, massive organ abruptly withdrew, the red membranes between Song Yeongin’s spread legs gaped lewdly in the shape of Cha Woojin’s organ, quivering obscenely.

“Just because of a phone call, you torture me like this… Trying to tame me this way?! I’m innocent! I’m not like you!”

Caught off guard by Song Yeongin’s sudden fury, Cha Woojin, still unsatisfied, couldn’t contain the foul mood chilling his blood. With cold, ruthless eyes, he arrogantly looked down at Song Yeongin pinned beneath him and laughed.

“…Haa! What kind of person am I, then?”

“…….”

“Go on, say it… What kind of person am I?! Let’s hear how depraved I am.”

Song Yeongin’s trembling, tearful voice struggled to release what he’d kept suppressed.

“Someone who forces himself into my hole in a car, raping me like this.”

“…….”

“Someone who tortures me until I’m broken, just to hear me say I love you…! You’re a coward!”

“…….”

Tears streamed down both cheeks of Song Yeongin, who lay with his white thighs spread on the back seat. His red lips trembled with every breath.

“I only do this with you…! So, I’m innocent. You’re the only one I’ve ever willingly given my body to…”

Cha Woojin gently brushed the tears from Song Yeongin’s eyes. He gripped the small, pitiful face flushed red.

Silence followed. Cha Woojin said nothing. He offered no excuses.

“Why… don’t you even try to explain?”

Cha Woojin tilted his head back, his aroused, unsated body leaning provocatively as he seethed. Clenching his sharp jaw, he let out a long, languid sigh. Restraining himself, he suppressed the unrelieved excitement coursing through his body. He adjusted his pants, stuffing his still-erect, thick organ inside. The organ, still rigid, bulged painfully against the fabric. Fastening his belt and buckle, he erased the lustful expression, resuming an air of abstinence as if he’d never violated Song Yeongin. His dark, proud eyes fixed on Song Yeongin as he spoke.

“What’s there to explain?”

“…Haa!”

Song Yeongin let out a sharp, mocking laugh into the air with his red, tear-stained eyes.

“You’re a horrible person. Why… why are you so cruel?!”

Cha Woojin stared long at Song Yeongin’s red, seductive organ, fully exposed below. Trembling delicately, it looked like a red petal scattered by the wind, utterly beautiful. Silently, Cha Woojin adjusted Song Yeongin’s disheveled top and pants with his own hands.

He made a call on his phone.

“I’m too tired… Sungjae, you’ll have to drive.”

Cha Woojin caressed Song Yeongin’s delicate cheek, trembling with hatred. The soft, downy cheek felt like a child’s.

“Park Sungjae is coming. Get dressed.”

Cha Woojin gazed at Song Yeongin, whose body quivered with hatred directed at him.

Song Yeongin didn’t move. After climax, his seductive, lust-drenched face clenched its jaw in fury. His slender, pale neck trembled faintly. Tears clung pitifully to the corners of his eyes, falling endlessly. Cha Woojin etched the sorrowful, pitiful sight into his dark eyes.

Now he understood. This boy resembled a lotus flower. No matter how many times he was violated, his pure eyes and transcendent glow remained untainted, like a lotus blooming proudly in pure white from filthy mud.

His pitiful face, unable to fully express its hatred, was heart-wrenching and sorrowful. Cha Woojin’s heart burned. It was scorched black. Yet, in contrast, he maintained a nonchalant, composed expression.

“If I had something to explain, I would. I’ve never fooled around with women.”

Song Yeongin seemed to want to believe those words. His sacred, sorrowful face approached Cha Woojin, clinging to his firm arm with a trembling voice, pleading beautifully.

“Then why… huh? Why is it like that…”

He was doing something he’d never done before.

I didn’t know you could cling to a man like this, pleading so beautifully.

Seeing Song Yeongin cry and beg so prettily made Cha Woojin’s unsatisfied lower body heavy again. Even in such a moment, absurdly… how could you be so beautiful?

Cha Woojin brushed Song Yeongin’s thin hair, panting and tearful. He pressed his lips to the clear forehead where fine hair was revealed.

“Yeongin… trust me.”

The man’s long, noble eyes seemed tinged with sadness.

“Don’t ask anymore. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

At that hollow, absurd response, Song Yeongin pushed hard against the man’s firm chest, his lips pressed to his forehead.

“Get lost…! Disgusting! Filthy! Don’t touch me carelessly!”

His tear-stained eyes, red as if painted, were a mess. Song Yeongin seethed. Glaring like a motherless wildcat, Cha Woojin furrowed his neat brow. His infuriatingly perfect symmetry twisted in an instant.

“Feeling wronged?”

“…….”

Cha Woojin returned to his cold, refined expression, as if he’d never thrust into him. A man who hid the fiery passion inside with a mask of abstinence. With cold, arrogant eyes, he spoke calmly.

“If you feel so wronged, keep playing friends with that guy.”

“…….”

“Na Hangyeol, was it?”

“…….”

“Some twenty-year-old kid with no money or power… If he’s someone I can control under my thumb, I won’t stop you.”

To protect Song Yeongin’s painting, Cha Woojin had voluntarily given up exclusive priority rights to semiconductor procurement in Asia. The business losses and opportunity costs to Woosung Electronics were astronomical. To sever ties with Matteo, he had to deal with filthy mercenaries acting superior. To hunt down those who’d ravaged this beautiful boy in his youth, he’d ordered Park Sungjae to get his hands bloody, burying people alive.

And yet, to him… some twenty-year-old kid.

How could a kid like that handle someone like you?

How could he protect you?

Song Yeongin stared at the man with vacant, hollow eyes. He looked like a young animal that had lost its mother, pitiful and sorrowful. His dazed, lost face was desolate.

Cha Woojin spoke lowly with cruel eyes.

“But…”

Cha Woojin slipped his hand between Song Yeongin’s still-exposed thighs, kneading them. The soft skin clung to his hand. As his hand slid to the hole, the red, swollen, lascivious hole, still remembering the earlier frenzied pleasure, quivered obscenely.

“Guard this well. If you spread your legs for another guy, I’ll tear him limb from limb and leave him half-crippled.”

“…….”

“Wherever you go, Jang Haesung will watch and follow you. Remember my words… And don’t pry anymore. Digging will only make it harder for you.”

Song Yeongin couldn’t breathe. His heart felt like it was shattering into pieces. Like a broken machine, his red, tear-stained eyes spilled tears endlessly.

Park Sungjae was approaching from a distance.

As Cha Woojin tried to adjust Song Yeongin’s exposed pants, he gripped the trembling slender waist and hips.

‘Slap—!’

Song Yeongin struck Cha Woojin’s cheek with all his strength.

The man’s neat head turned with the sharp sound of the slap. Cha Woojin took it without resistance. Hot tears, like blades from his scratches, scattered pitifully across his childlike cheeks.

“Crazy bastard…”