Desires Chapter 5.4 - Provocations

The sharp crack of gunfire echoed and then fell silent. A crisp white shirt, without a single wrinkle, tightly encased Cha Woojin’s broad, imposing shoulders. Steadying his breath across his wide chest, Cha Woojin drew a silver Desert Eagle from the black leather shoulder holster with one hand.

Bullets from the loaded pistol fired in rapid succession at the shooting range target. Without even blinking, his perfect stance showed not a hint of tremor. With a cold, steely face, he pierced the exact center of the target with consecutive shots.

Before meeting Cha Seokhyeon, Cha Woojin always made a ritual visit to the private shooting range in his residence. With a sharp, murderous glare, he fixed his eyes on the target once more.

At eight years old, a young Cha Woojin had been targeted for poisoning by his eighteen-year-old half-brother, Cha Seokhyeon. He etched that cunning, sinister face onto the target with fierce intensity. Again, Cha Woojin pulled the trigger without hesitation.

‘Bang—! Bang—! Bang—!’

A call came through the electronic plug in Cha Woojin’s ear, despite him wearing earplugs.

— Your noona has arrived.

Cha Woojin removed his earplugs. A familiar, clear voice sounded from behind.

“I knew you’d be here.”

Turning, he saw an elegant woman standing with her arms crossed, watching his shooting with a satisfied smile. The dignified, spirited woman exuded poise and grace, even without adornment. Their aristocratic bearing marked them unmistakably as siblings.

Cha Woojin holstered his pistol and responded coldly.

“Get to the point.”

“Grown so fine and yet so harsh… You know it’s just the two of us to rely on. Keep this up, and I’ll feel hurt. Don’t you know how I protected you when you were little?”

His noona’s usual spiel began. Seven years his senior, she stood shamelessly smug, her porcelain face still unlined even past forty, grinning at him. It was the same relentless brainwashing she’d inflicted for twenty-five years since he was eight. Her sharp, refined eyes curved with confidence.

“Thanks to that, you’ve been pulling my strings like a puppet while reigning supreme. My back’s breaking from it.”

“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?”

Cha Woojin grew weary of his noona’s unpredictable conversation. His dark eyes narrowed.

“There’s something about her that’s captivating when she’s bare… Who would’ve thought? You, with no interest in men, falling for such a vixen… Is she whispering pillow talk, telling you not to marry?”

Cha Woojin, accustomed to his noona’s blunt manner, replied indifferently.

“You’re getting old; mind your words. Calling someone a vixen? You’re the vixen.”

Cha Wooseon’s eyes glinted at her younger brother as if he were a thief.

“You like them pretty and young, don’t you?”

“If you’re here to talk nonsense, leave. I don’t have time to entertain you.”

Cha Wooseon gave her cold brother a faint smile.

“Fine. I’ll get to the point. You absolutely cannot let Hwayeon slip away.”

“…….”

“Right now, Shin Hwacheol, the moderate conservative congressman, is the strongest contender for the next presidency. He dominated the party’s primary vote by a landslide, securing control of the National Party. Barring any surprises, Shin Hwacheol will be the next president. No, Father will likely make it so. In the election, actress Shin Hwayeon’s popularity will sway public votes…”

Cha Woojin let out a deep sigh.

“You know the Hwashin Corporation, led by her grandfather, is rock-solid. And her maternal grandfather, Chairman Bang Jongmyeong, the head of the nation’s largest media conglomerate, dotes on her. Everything about Hwayeon will ultimately bring great benefits to Woosung.”

“…….”

“She’s the one who can elevate you to the top. Do you think there’s anyone more suitable for you right now than the only daughter of the next president?”

“If that’s all, we’re done. Let’s talk again next year.”

“There are plenty of better marriage prospects if you consider the conditions. Who wouldn’t want a catch like you as a son-in-law? But be honest, you care about looks.”

Cha Woojin clicked his tongue, incredulous at his noona’s brazen bluntness.

“Fooling around with someone like that, how could anyone else catch your eye?”

“…Haa…”

“What does Hwayeon lack? You’re spoiled by blessings. Looks, education, family, background. She’s head over heels for you. Where else would you find such a match?! It’s a windfall of fortune… Your fortune. Don’t you dare kick it away.”

His noona’s words weren’t wrong. After the previous administration targeted Woosung with investigations, their father, Chairman Cha Seungtaek, became obsessed with securing political ties for the family.

The most powerful alliance was a marriage uniting two prominent families. Thus, Cha Woojin had long assumed he’d marry the daughter of a major political figure. Shin Hwayeon, the daughter of the next president, was the perfect match for the political-business merger their father pursued.

“I think you two are a great match. Love can grow after marriage. What could a fine man and woman possibly lack?”

“Given Father’s vigor, he’ll hold the top seat for another decade. With him constantly pushing me, I’m too busy with work to think about marriage right now.”

“Don’t play dumb… Why do you think Father keeps throwing you into the fire and testing you?”

“…….”

“Get married! Give Father a grandchild. Do you think he’d pass up the chance to have the president’s daughter as his daughter-in-law?!”

“Enough.”

Cha Woojin tore off the leather holster from his broad shoulders with an irritated expression.

“Don’t you know why Father keeps pitting you against that bastard Cha Seokhyeon?! His only wish is for you to marry and produce an heir, like Cha Seokhyeon did… If you slip up and Cha Seokhyeon takes over the holding company, there’ll be no place for us in Woosung. You must not let Shin Hwayeon go, for the sake of succession.”

“…….”

“Woojin, never forget what Cha Seokhyeon did to you when you were a child… That wretched psychopath’s vile acts against you…”

His noona trembled with rage, her voice shaking.

“When his attempt to poison you failed, he shamelessly staged a suicide attempt in front of Father to escape blame, and he’s been dodging accountability ever since…! Pretending to be a pitiful orphan, groveling before Father—aren’t you furious?! How am I supposed to watch that damned bastard take over Woosung…?”

Her bold voice grew louder. Had she been born a man, she’d surely have been a general. Neither Cha Seokhyeon nor Cha Woojin, but she would have commanded Woosung.

“Why don’t you do it, noona? You have Junseong. You’ve already given Father a grandchild… I think you’re better suited for that seat than me.”

“…….”

“Your ambition and hunger for power outshine mine. Stop nagging and jump into the fray yourself.”

Cha Wooseon laughed heartily at her brother’s words.

“It’s not too late. I’ve raised Junseong already. Take my baton and join the succession race. I’m… damn it, I’m sick of this game.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. You think that old man would let me in? Don’t I know him? That old-fashioned geezer is hopeless… Got it?! That’s why you need to hurry and marry. That stubborn old man won’t give a damn to a child who doesn’t bring him the benefits of a strategic marriage.”

Cha Woojin couldn’t argue with his noona’s sharp words. As always, her insight was flawless.

No matter how much he cleaned up the messes the group made or showcased his business prowess, it was futile. Even if he stacked the board with his allies, it was the same. The old-fashioned patriarch, who treated family succession like a divine mandate, clung to the outdated notion of continuing the lineage as if it were a sacred gift.

If Cha Woojin didn’t marry and produce a grandchild, the old man would deem him unworthy and withhold the seat. Cha Woojin gave a bitter smile. A strategic marriage and an heir. Chairman Cha’s final test loomed ahead.

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Chairman Cha Seungtaek’s sixty-eighth birthday celebration, held in the outdoor banquet hall of the family estate, was a modest family affair. No extended relatives were invited, only immediate family sat at the table.

Cha Seokhyeon and his wife, Cha Wooseon and her husband, and Cha Woojin’s mother, who maintained a nominal marriage for appearances’ sake, were all present. His mother, who spent two hundred days a year abroad under the pretext of recuperation to avoid the family and father, was there too.

It felt like the grim reality of a strategic marriage, and Cha Woojin couldn’t help but scoff inwardly.

‘So this is what they want to continue for generations…’

At forty-three, ten years his senior, his half-brother Cha Seokhyeon stood to greet Cha Woojin.

“Long time no see, little brother. I hear you’ve been busy lately.”

“Hope you’ve been well.”

As they shook hands, Cha Seokhyeon pulled him close and whispered venomously.

“Word is you’re so engrossed in a man’s charms you can’t tell up from down…”

“…….”

“I hear that boy’s quite notorious for driving men wild at Jamil. Starving enough to mess with such a cheap whore? There’s a limit to disgracing the family.”

Cha Woojin smirked arrogantly with a calm face. He crushed Cha Seokhyeon’s hand in his grip as they shook.

“Watch your mouth. Aren’t you the one tarnishing Woosung’s reputation by colluding with lowlifes like Matteo? I’ve had to clean up your messes more than once, and my hands are filthy from it.”

Cha Seokhyeon, caught in Cha Woojin’s iron grip, trembled without even a cry, his hand shaking.

Twenty-five years ago, the scars from Cha Seokhyeon’s self-inflicted wounds at eighteen still lingered, red marks visible above his shirt collar.

His half-brother had always been cunning, harboring a particular hatred for the young Cha Woojin, who was a thorn in his side. Children instinctively sense those who despise them to survive.

All the attention from the family and relatives focused on Cha Woojin, the bright, legitimate heir.

Cha Seokhyeon trembled with insecurity. Having always enjoyed the best treatment, he couldn’t accept being pushed out of the succession line. Overwhelmed by inferiority and crisis, eighteen-year-old Cha Seokhyeon floundered in a deep abyss, resenting his eight-year-old half-brother, who had just entered elementary school.

A scheming young man wouldn’t idly watch a newcomer take his place. Cha Seokhyeon was adept at plotting. At just eighteen, the promising heir mimicked vile adults, orchestrating schemes and manipulations through his allies.

His half-brother had someone slip poison into Cha Woojin’s drink.

With a sensitive palate, the child tasted the bitterness and forced himself to vomit it all out by sticking his fingers down his throat. It was survival instinct. The doctor who flushed his stomach later told his parents that without vomiting, he’d have been on the path to death.

It was his sharp-witted noona, Cha Wooseon, who found Cha Woojin and suspected Cha Seokhyeon. At just fifteen, the clever and resolute Cha Wooseon searched Cha Seokhyeon’s room and found evidence.

‘Father, I found strange drugs in big oppa’s room.’

Accused of poisoning, Cha Seokhyeon slashed his throat in front of their father, staging a suicide attempt. Bleeding from his neck, he proclaimed his innocence.

Chairman Cha pitied his eldest son, born to his first wife who died from toxemia during childbirth, leaving him motherless.

After three years of mourning, Chairman Cha remarried strategically to Kang Munhee, the eldest daughter of the Hajung Group, Cha Woojin’s mother, forging a close alliance with Hajung.

‘If I must die to prove my innocence, I’ll follow my mother… I’d rather die than live as an orphan in this family.’

Seeing his eldest son cut his own throat, their father covered his crime with pity and compassion. For twenty-five years, the family buried and ignored the incident of Cha Woojin’s near-poisoning, never speaking of it again. That was their cold father’s will.

Even now, Cha Seokhyeon gritted his teeth at Cha Woojin but played the pitiful, motherless orphan in front of their father, performing tearful theatrics.

It was their father, Chairman Cha Seungtaek, who pitted the two half-brothers against each other.

“I don’t discriminate by age or birth. In the end, only the strong will survive as the group’s heir.”

To Cha Woojin, who survived poisoning, their father callously dealt the card of survival of the fittest once more.

“Follow me, Woojin.”

At sixty-eight, their robust father showed no signs of frailty. His silver hair was the only mark of age; his presence was commanding, like a general, still brimming with vigor. Only his sharp fangs had dulled slightly. Observers called Chairman Cha, the head of Woosung, a tiger-like figure, with piercing eyes that dominated the world.

A pair of red silk carp leaped high above the pond, their tails flicking. Since childhood, his father often took him to the tranquil millpond in the backyard. Tossing food to the fish, his father spoke.

“You need a breathing hole to do great things.”

Cha Woojin easily grasped what his father meant.

“You’ve never once disappointed me, Woojin.”

“…….”

“I have no intention of closing off your breathing hole.”

His father loved only one woman his entire life. Not his first wife, who died young, nor Cha Woojin’s mother, married strategically to build Woosung’s foundation.

At forty, while running a construction company, Chairman Cha met a twenty-three-year-old junior accountant and kept her as a mistress for twenty-eight years, even at sixty-eight.

Chairman Cha never took another mistress besides her. Even now, on long overseas trips, he rushes to her home upon returning.

To such a callous father, Cha Woojin’s mother extracted only two promises.

She would tolerate everything if he never fathered a child with his mistress and recognized her son as Woosung’s legitimate heir.

Her contribution through the Hajung Group became Woosung’s foundation, so their father couldn’t ignore her or Hajung’s influence.

Her decision was to prevent any future rebellion among heirs.

His father’s mistress, Ms. Joo Eunsil, was known for her lack of greed and integrity. She accepted all the demands of the legitimate wife and made herself unable to bear children.

Spending over half the year abroad, Cha Woojin’s mother had never been loved by their father and held no attachment to the family. Her sole wish was to make her son the heir.

“I won’t block your breathing hole. But marry strategically and give me a grandchild.”

Cha Woojin laughed coldly with unwavering eyes.

“Like you, Father?”

“Yes. Fulfill your duty as I did… If I hadn’t married your mother strategically, Woosung would never have grown this far.”

To Cha Woojin’s bitter smile, Chairman Cha added.

“I heard from Wooseon. A boy, but quite a beauty.”

Even though same-sex marriage had been legal for some time, to a nearly seventy-year-old traditionalist, such matters were unsettling.

Cha Woojin responded sardonically to his father.

“That boy… like Ms. Joo, he wants nothing and has no greed.”

Mentioning his father’s mistress, Ms. Joo Eunsil, visibly surprised Chairman Cha.

“Now that I think about it, he does resemble Ms. Joo, refined and graceful even past fifty.”

“…….”

“Blood doesn’t lie, does it? Like father, like son.”

At his bold son’s words, Chairman Cha’s tiger-like eyes gleamed. No matter how grown, a parent knows their child.

‘He’s completely smitten…’

But no further words were needed. Chairman Cha’s command was the foundation and law of Woosung.

“There’s no better match. Set a date with Hwayeon. I’ll inform Congressman Shin Hwacheol separately.”

“…….”

“I won’t block your breathing hole, so handle your personal affairs as you see fit. But fulfill your duty as heir. Otherwise, I have no choice.”

“I want to delay the marriage.”

Cha Woojin requested firmly.

“The election is a year and a half away. This is an order. You must marry her before the campaign begins.”

“…….”

“It’s up to Hwayeon. She came to me, kneeling, begging to marry you.”

Cha Woojin was stunned to hear she had knelt before his father.

“So, delaying or hastening it is up to her… If you want something, persuade her yourself. She seems utterly charmed by you…”

There was no room for objection. To the Woosung family, Chairman Cha’s decisions were absolute principles and law.

As Chairman Cha showed discomfort at the lengthening conversation, he firmly declared his will. Once he decided on a marriage for strategic interests, Cha Woojin could no longer resist.

His father would push forward, and resistance meant elimination from succession. Cha Woojin would marry Shin Hwayeon as his father decreed. That fact was clearer than ever.

When the two returned from their long walk, Shin Hwayeon was seated at the edge of the banquet table. She was courteously engaging with Cha Woojin’s mother, exchanging pleasantries. Seeing Chairman Cha, she stood and greeted him.

“You’re here, dear. No need to stand.”

Cha Woojin fixed Shin Hwayeon with a cold, indifferent gaze.

“I invited her. You wouldn’t meet her no matter how much she called. She needs to see your face… She’ll be family soon. She should be part of family affairs.”

Cha Woojin glanced at his heavy metal watch, searching for an escape.

“I’ll take my leave. I have a tight schedule ahead…”

As Cha Woojin stood, Chairman Cha barked.

“Go with Hwayeon. Discuss the date with her…! Her wishes come first.”

Calling her “dear” already, as if the marriage were settled, Chairman Cha’s swift attitude forced Cha Woojin to suppress a laugh.

Rising briskly, Cha Woojin was followed by Shin Hwayeon, dressed demurely in a two-piece suit.

For the first time, Cha Woojin understood his maternal uncle, Kang Hajong, who left the Hajung Group. He understood why he abandoned his family and became a monk.

The filthy, nauseating greed and ambition of this wretched household choked Cha Woojin’s throat. The most revolting thing was himself, so like his father.

How could that greedy blood ever fade?

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“Let’s talk about us.”

Dressed demurely in an ivory tweed two-piece, as if attending a matchmaking meeting, Shin Hwayeon’s vibrant yet refined beauty shone brightly.

Struggling to keep up with the tall man’s brisk stride, Shin Hwayeon panted from a distance. Her slender ankles wobbled in stiletto heels.

“Quite the tactic. How did you win over Father?”

Feeling constricted, Cha Woojin loosened his stiff gray suit jacket. At his bold, precise movement, Shin Hwayeon blushed on the spot.

“For months, you didn’t answer my calls… No matter how I begged, you wouldn’t meet me. I had to do what I could, and I think I did the right thing.”

“I’m sick of people scheming behind my back. I have a visceral disgust for those who plot and conspire! This makes me lose whatever little regard I had for you.”

Shin Hwayeon, with hurt eyes, brushed back her long hair flowing in the breeze.

“I told your father he must become president… So I could marry you, Mr. Cha Woojin.”

“Truly a politician’s daughter. You embody everything I despise.”

Her small wounds from his cutting words wouldn’t stop her. Minor scratches or blemishes wouldn’t shake or break her. If they could, she wouldn’t have started this in the first place.

For months, while Cha Woojin refused to meet her and even blocked her calls, Shin Hwayeon felt consumed by desperation, as if she were losing her mind. She swore to herself she would never let this man slip away.

“I said I’d bear it all.”

“…….”

“I know you’re involved with a man, Director. I don’t care if you don’t love me. I’ll embrace it all, I just want even the shell of you… I knelt before Chairman Cha and begged for you, Mr. Cha Woojin.”

“…….”

“I promised I’d give him a grandchild first.”

His cold, ruthless eyes held a mocking sneer. His neat lips parted, letting out a scoff as words failed him.

Why would Father have any reason to refuse her?

They could fulfill each other’s desires. She and his father might as well be the perfect business partners.

“I’ll take it all. Meet that boy. Marry me…! I just want the shell of you! You’ve been treating me like I don’t exist, refusing to meet me! No matter what I do, it’s not enough, so I’ve thrown away my pride and I’m begging you now…!”

“Haa, causing all this trouble and then acting like the victim.”

Cha Woojin’s tired face contorted, his neat brow furrowing. A headache surged.

“My father, my grandfather—they’d do anything for someone like me. I can give you everything… Why would an ambitious man like you refuse me?!”

Shin Hwayeon’s tenacity was admirable. Even without the influence of her maternal grandfather, Chairman Bang Jongmyeong, a media tycoon who controlled much of South Korea’s press, she would have undoubtedly succeeded in the cutthroat entertainment industry on her own.

Whether she wanted Cha Woojin himself or the position as the lady of Woosung was unclear. No, it was surely both. She had the relentless drive and insatiable ambition to cast aside pride to get what she wanted. And that was exactly what Cha Woojin despised most about her.

Even if he married her strategically, he knew he could never grow fond of her. His half-brother, who at eighteen had someone poison his orange juice, was filled with the same cunning desires.

“This marriage needs to be delayed.”

“…….”

“I don’t have the right to defy Father’s decision. To avoid being cast out of Woosung, I’ll probably have to marry you someday… I just need time.”

The flower-like woman’s radiant beauty softened with relief. She approached Cha Woojin warmly, grasping his thick, firm arm.

“If that’s what you want, Director, I can talk to your father. But even if we delay as much as possible, it’ll only be a year.”

Would a year be enough?

Uncertain, Cha Woojin gave a bitter smile. Seeing his father, who had kept a mistress for twenty-eight years, made certainty impossible.

“But… I have one condition.”

Cha Woojin stared at her, as if daring her to speak. The weary man straightened his tense back and let out a languid sigh into the air. Looking up at the tall man, Shin Hwayeon made her demand boldly.

“Once a week—no, since you’re so busy, Director, once every two weeks is fine… Meet me. Don’t ignore my calls. Go on dates with me like lovers and hold me.”

“…….”

“Then I’ll feel secure and ask your father to delay the marriage, as you want.”

“Haa… I’m truly at a loss for words.”

Cha Woojin was dumbfounded by her brazen face, smug with victory as she demanded he accept her terms. With Chairman Cha backing her, Shin Hwayeon already had the upper hand.

“If you refuse, I’ll insist to the family that we rush the marriage as soon as possible.”

His cold eyes narrowed, and his neat brow crumpled.

“I want you, Mr. Cha Woojin… I’m going crazy with fear that someone else will take you.”

Since his father had declared Shin Hwayeon as his strategic marriage partner, nothing would change. Cha Woojin would inevitably marry her. That was absolute. His father made decisions and acted without hesitation, the very foundation that had built Woosung to its current stature.

The intent to marry before the election campaign was a precaution against any unexpected changes. Chairman Cha Seungtaek, with his power and influence, was determined to make Candidate Shin Hwacheol president, even if by force.

“Mr. Woojin, starting today… Be with me now.”

Shin Hwayeon clung to Cha Woojin’s arm, whining petulantly.

“Even if it’s not me, with your qualities, there are plenty of positions that could fulfill your ambitions. Why not value yourself more… Besides duty, I can’t give you anything moving forward.”

Shin Hwayeon wasn’t listening to Cha Woojin. She merely bared her blatant desires.

“I want to sleep with you, Mr. Cha Woojin.”

Ambitious, greedy people were exhausting. To appease them, one had to scheme beyond their avarice. From childhood, Cha Woojin was repulsed by the self-interest surrounding him. The accumulated fatigue and their murky ambitions had long surpassed his limits.

As an adult, Cha Woojin felt nausea and dread at the mere whiff of people’s ambition or greed. The greatest contributor to that was his half-brother, Cha Seokhyeon, who had tried to poison him.

Cha Woojin wanted to rush to that house and hold Song Yeongin.

He wanted to escape these greedy people, embrace that pure, unselfish boy, and hide in his clear, beautiful shadow all day. He desperately wished that boy, who wanted nothing, would greedily cling to him and never let go.

But no matter how fiercely he pushed or violated him, Song Yeongin never once showed greed or revealed his true feelings. He never said “I love you,” never begged him to stay or threw a tantrum.

Shin Hwayeon clung to Cha Woojin petulantly, pulling him into an embrace. The seductive scent of fresh rose perfume stung his nose.

Cha Woojin quietly recalled Song Yeongin’s faint, pale smile. No matter how much he took, some things could never be fully possessed.

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‘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…”

The sacred, radiant face of an angel twisted with hatred. Clear eyes poured contempt on Cha Woojin. The red, tear-stained corners of his eyes were achingly sorrowful. Tears streaming down both cheeks fell endlessly along his delicate jaw.

Park Sungjae arrived.

Cha Woojin, who had silently taken Song Yeongin’s slap, signaled coldly with his eyes for Park Sungjae, standing outside the car, to wait.

Cha Woojin picked up the gray suit jacket strewn across the seat. He covered Song Yeongin’s bare, white thighs with it.

“Get dressed, now.”

“…….”

“Are you going to advertise that we had sex in the car?!”

At Cha Woojin’s harsh reprimand, Song Yeongin’s trembling body finally relented. He pulled up his stripped slacks with his lithe frame.

His organ and hole were slick with semen. Violated and ravaged, the night felt as filthy and wretched as his tattered hole.

Song Yeongin sat quietly, closing his burning, tearful eyes. His shut eyes trembled with hatred. He wished that when he opened them and the dark night lifted, it would all be a dream.

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Until Park Sungjae, at the wheel, reached the penthouse’s private underground parking, and until he formally greeted his superior and left the car, Song Yeongin kept his back turned to Cha Woojin, eyes closed.

Cha Woojin stared at the serene, neat face reflected in the dark car window. He watched the long, wet eyelashes, tangled and trembling faintly like somber moonlight.

Song Yeongin didn’t utter a word. He never once turned to Cha Woojin. Sitting side by side in the car in silence, Cha Woojin couldn’t bear it and grabbed Song Yeongin’s shoulder.

“Get out.”

The tear-stained, sorrowful face slowly turned to him. Song Yeongin looked utterly exhausted, as if drained of even the smallest strength, limply slouched.

“By morning…”

“…….”

“I’ll pack my things.”

His faint, beautiful voice was ethereal, like a dream in the early morning. Cha Woojin let out a hollow laugh, incredulous, and gripped the slender shoulder tightly.

“Fine, let’s talk inside.”

Song Yeongin, forcibly pulled out, shook off Cha Woojin’s hand harshly.

Walking away from Cha Woojin, his steps faltered. The tight hole, forcibly penetrated, might have torn his narrow lower body.

“…Are you okay?”

Song Yeongin didn’t respond.

“Want me to carry you?”

Tenderness laced Cha Woojin’s low voice. He leaned in with his broad shoulders, grasping the slim waist with his large hand. Song Yeongin pushed him away forcefully, bristling like a wary wildcat, teeth clenched.

“Please, you’re disgusting…! Don’t touch my body anymore…!”

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Cha Woojin poured whiskey freely. As if his throat were parched, he downed two full under-rock glasses in quick succession.

The man, shedding his suit jacket, sat on the sofa, loosening his tie and the heavy metal watch strap. He rolled up his dress shirt sleeves to his elbows, revealing sinewy, rugged forearms beneath the taut fabric.

Cha Woojin deftly poured red wine into a Bordeaux glass on the table, sliding it toward Song Yeongin.

“You like wine, drink.”

Song Yeongin stared blankly at the glass, not taking a sip. Cha Woojin, throat quenched with whiskey, gazed at Song Yeongin across from him for a long while. With a languid, cold curve of his long eyes, he asked.

“So, where will you go if you leave here?”

“I’ll go back where I came from. Whether I’m here or there, it makes no difference to me… I’ve barely left this room anyway.”

“Stop being stubborn. I’ll give in, so enough with the tantrums.”

“…Tantrums?”

Song Yeongin glared at Cha Woojin with red-rimmed eyes and nose, venom in his sharp gaze. His full lips exhaled as if in distress.

“That’s why I don’t want to talk to you…! I should just remove myself from your life. What’s there to talk about?”

“Haa… Yeongin. Stop it.”

His long, pale neck convulsed faintly. Pale and resolute, Song Yeongin faced Cha Woojin and spoke unflinchingly.

“Find another sex partner.”

Song Yeongin’s words brought a deep silence between them. Their tangled gazes locked in utter stillness. The long, heavy quiet stretched on emptily.

Cha Woojin, unsmiling, let out a cold groan. Without a word, he narrowed his masculine, long eyes lasciviously. His sensual gaze carried an intoxicatingly sexual nuance, yet a terrifyingly violent menace.

Song Yeongin had finally found a term to define their relationship.

‘Sex partner.’

To satisfy his desires whenever he pleased, Cha Woojin had confined him to this luxurious exile. Tormenting him with obsessive sex without love or affection, expecting him to tolerate and overlook affairs with another woman—this improper relationship had no other name. He had known the end of this reckless relationship from the start.

“No one else will do.”

At Cha Woojin’s words, Song Yeongin’s small, tear-streaked face let out a faint, beautiful laugh.

The crude term “sex partner” from Song Yeongin’s mouth clashed starkly with his refined, pure face, a profound contradiction.

Song Yeongin spoke with hollow eyes.

“You’re not denying it’s a sex partner.”

Cha Woojin downed his fourth full whiskey glass. Setting the empty glass on the table, he slowly rose from the sofa, his sharp, imposing frame commanding. He approached Song Yeongin silently.

The man, standing beside Song Yeongin, leaned in with his perfectly symmetrical face and sharp nose. His proud, arrogant expression pierced through him.

Narrowing his long, clear eyes, he gave a brazen, lascivious glance. Cha Woojin suddenly grabbed Song Yeongin’s pale hand, forcing it against his suit pants.

Startled by the abrupt action, Song Yeongin’s innocent eyes widened. The man’s half-erect organ felt hard in his hand. He glared at the man holding his hand.

“You’re right. I’m dying to be inside you right now.”

“…….”

“No one else makes my body react like this… Where could I find something that moves me like you do?”

Disdain flashed across Song Yeongin’s innocent, transparent face.

“Let go.”

Cha Woojin’s half-erect organ grew harder, swelling with each brush of Song Yeongin’s hand as he tried to pull away.

Song Yeongin’s delicate eyes trembled as if looking at a madman. Unyielding, Cha Woojin forced his hand to grip his heavy organ.

“Look… Just seeing your face gets me hard, aroused.”

“…….”

“You know. I didn’t finish earlier. Just looking at you now is torture.”

His noble, refined face, in stark contrast to his dignity, gave a crude, debauched leer like a lowlife rogue. His sexy lips curved alluringly. Song Yeongin’s pale neck trembled faintly.

It happened in an instant. His fierce frame swiftly pinned Song Yeongin down. The imposing body climbed atop Song Yeongin on the sofa. His strong arms, gripping the sofa, bound Song Yeongin’s body. Sinews twitched in the forearms exposed beneath his shirt.

“Haa… Want to do it?”

He seemed insane, obsessed with sex.

Song Yeongin resisted fiercely.

“Ugh… Let go…! No. It’s disgusting. I won’t.”

“I want to.”

Cha Woojin caressed Song Yeongin’s cheek beneath him. The soft, downy fuzz still stood like a child’s, unbearably lovable.

“Why don’t you believe me? Am I that untrustworthy?! I said I’ve never been with a woman.”

“…….”

“She clings to me, wraps her arms around my neck, presses her chest against my thighs, rubs her naked body against me, and still, nothing stirs.”

“…….”

“No one else does it for me… How could I do it with another woman?”

Cha Woojin grabbed Song Yeongin’s lithe, struggling waist. He forced his legs apart. His muscular thighs dug aggressively between them.

The man, who had downed four full under-rock glasses, reeked of whiskey. Song Yeongin knew he was drunk.

Cha Woojin was flushed. With a frustrated expression, he tore open his shirt, unbuttoning it. Sculpted, firm muscles emerged from the tight shirt, filling Song Yeongin’s vision with dazzling bones and uniform muscles.

“But who knows. Maybe next time, I’ll have to sleep with her… Will you act like this then too?”

Panting from struggling under the hard, massive body, Song Yeongin clenched his lips, letting out a sensual sound, neither cry nor laugh, to keep from crying.

It drove Cha Woojin’s lower body wild with blood. Binding Song Yeongin, he lightly kissed his full lips with a soft ‘smack…!’

Pulling back, he asked.

“Do you hate me?”

But contrary to the tender kiss, Cha Woojin’s grip, binding Song Yeongin, tightened harshly, losing control.

“Ugh…! Let go. Haa, it hurts.”

“Yeongin. Didn’t you know I have to marry?”

“…….”

“I thought you knew everything…”

His perfect, neat face twisted, genuinely confused.

Bound by both hands, Song Yeongin shook his head. Denying, lips sealed, stubbornly shaking his head, Cha Woojin laughed lowly and whispered in his ear.

“Liar… You knew from the start.”

Cha Woojin wasn’t drunk. He was pretending.

The sharp truth stung Song Yeongin’s delicate face, which clenched its jaw to hold back tears. Cha Woojin grabbed his slender chin, forcing him to look. His dark, proud eyes locked onto him.

“…You said you liked me, knowing it all.”

At the man’s gentle, tender voice, Song Yeongin burst into childlike tears.

Having already cried once, the red, tear-stained corners of his eyes dangled pitifully as tears streamed down his temples. Swallowing his sobs, Song Yeongin stammered.

“Let’s… stop seeing each other.”

Cold, ruthless eyes looked down at Song Yeongin mercilessly. The pitiful boy, unable to be greedy or cling to him, babbled with his pretty lips.

“I’ll… leave.”

The man’s coldly hardened face violently unbuckled his suit pants. Holding the struggling Song Yeongin, he thrust his fiercely erect organ between his legs.

His frenzied, unrestrained hands stripped Song Yeongin bare. The hole, still slick and loose from earlier, unserviced after climax, quivered lewdly, craving a man’s organ. The hole, desperate and writhing, needed no further loosening. Cha Woojin thrust his weapon-like organ inside.

“Ah! Ugh, ah, ah! Ah…!”

Moans followed. Cha Woojin growled low in Song Yeongin’s ear.

“Shut your damn mouth…! Stop talking and say you love me. Beg me not to sleep with her, cling to me.”

“Ugh…! No. Sob… Let’s stop.”

“Be greedier. Who knows?”

“…….”

“Maybe I’ll go crazy, throw everything away like my uncle, and choose you.”