Desires Chapter 5.9 - Provocations

Why does this man get hard so constantly, at any moment?

Song Yeongin, unsure where to rest his gaze, rolled his embarrassed eyes.

Come to think of it, they hadn’t been intimate for over ten days, nearly two weeks. Even yesterday, all Cha Woojin did was touch him, and last night, he only held him while they slept, not laying a finger on his body.

“I’m going out. Get washed and ready.”

Despite being painfully aroused and visibly excited, Cha Woojin, unlike usual, didn’t touch Song Yeongin at all. He calmly turned and leisurely left the room.

As the haze of heavy intoxication lifted, fragmented memories began piecing themselves together. Looking back, Song Yeongin was too embarrassed to lift his face.

Last night, in the pool, after faintly climaxing in Cha Woojin’s hand, Song Yeongin’s body, soaked in drunkenness and fever, was in a state of mild arousal. He floundered in lust, wanting the man to stir him up inside.

Stepping out of the penthouse on his own and facing Cha Woojin again felt like ages. The unfamiliar encounter with Cha Woojin consumed even Song Yeongin’s subconscious with excitement. Their touching bodies dripped with lascivious anticipation.

Under the excuse of unconsciousness, his body clung to Cha Woojin’s lower half all night, practically seducing him to take him.

Groping through his crude consciousness, Song Yeongin recalled that Cha Woojin had gotten hard and softened multiple times throughout the night. He had agonized and hesitated countless times over whether to wake him and take him.

Song Yeongin had begged to be touched, rubbing his skin against Cha Woojin’s firm, broad chest. Yet Cha Woojin only held him, patting his back and stroking him, never taking him fully. His terrifying restraint, holding back until the end, was almost admirable.

If you can endure like that, you’ll be able to have anything. You’ll endure my absence, our separation, all of it…

Song Yeongin’s head still throbbed with an unrelenting hangover. Earlier, he had swallowed the hangover remedy Cha Woojin gave him.

With the sharp scent tickling his nose, the low voice of the man whispering “I love you” from behind last night suddenly came to mind.

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‘W. Galleria,’ a massive luxury department store, was one of the subsidiaries of the Woosung Group owned by Cha Woojin’s sister, Cha Wooseon.

Hot gazes poured toward the two men, escorted by Park Seongjae, who walked ahead. Cha Woojin, the in-house director of the Woosung Group, rarely visited, and the executives of W.G’s affiliates lined up to greet him. Cha Woojin, with an annoyed expression, waved away the crowd blocking his path.

Song Yeongin stood behind Director Cha Woojin as if hiding. He joined him in receiving the 90-degree bows from the older executives and boarded the elevator with him.

Song Yeongin quietly hid behind Cha Woojin’s broad shoulders, staring blankly at the impeccably tailored, wrinkle-free classic suit.

“Don’t hide.”

The perfect nose bridge and straight jawline glanced back at Song Yeongin hiding behind him, muttering lowly.

Unlike Cha Woojin, who had grown up under constant attention since birth, the sudden flood of gazes was uncomfortable and unfamiliar to Song Yeongin. His refined, clear face couldn’t bear the unfamiliar stares and attention, lowering his head.

Cha Woojin wasn’t unaware of how the older executives, scanning him up and down, viewed Song Yeongin standing close to his side.

They probably think I brought my concubine out for a shopping spree…

The private elevator reached the top floor. Cha Woojin headed straight to the MVVG lounge, reserved for top-tier VVIP customers.

In the lavish, luxurious shopping lounge occupying an entire floor, his personal shopper awaited them.

The shopper greeted Cha Woojin with a bright smile. A sophisticated woman in a neatly tied-up uniform bowed to him.

“Director, we’ll prepare for shopping immediately.”

A dazzling showroom opened before the two seated on a velvet sofa. The showroom was lined with various luxury items and clothing, curated like an exhibition by his personal shopper.

All were specially selected for Song Yeongin in advance, as instructed. The sheer scale and system, like moving an entire store into a showroom, left him speechless.

Cha Woojin gave a low instruction to the shopper.

“Pick things that suit him.”

The shopper bowed politely at his command. Song Yeongin, glancing at Cha Woojin, said.

“I don’t need this stuff… You know I don’t need this.”

The man’s cool, long eyes curved.

“It’s a nice change of pace. Think of it as for me, not you.”

“…….”

“I want to see a different side of you. Can’t you give me that much enjoyment? Don’t forget our promise. You said you’d do as I say.”

Song Yeongin held back his protest that he didn’t need it.

He had promised to forget everything for today and follow Cha Woojin’s lead. In return, Cha Woojin had vowed to grant whatever Song Yeongin wanted.

Song Yeongin scanned his surroundings with a timid face. He stole a glance at the man, whose dignified presence blended seamlessly with the elegant, refined space. His profile looked like a scene from a classic suit catalog. It felt like all these services were striving to meet his standards and class. He was the protagonist.

This might be the last time.

Thinking this could be his last date with Cha Woojin, Song Yeongin didn’t want to be stubborn. He resolved to go along with what Cha Woojin wanted today, to say thank you instead of refusing.

Yes, because this is our last…

The word “last” felt like a magic spell, freeing Song Yeongin from the constraints and suppression he always imposed on himself.

The shopper began meticulously measuring Song Yeongin’s sizes, from head to shoulders, waist, even foot size and wrist circumference.

“Bring the requested items first.”

At Cha Woojin’s authoritative, low command, a male staff member wearing black velvet gloves approached the sofa table, presenting a watch from a showcase.

“As requested, this is a limited-edition platinum version specially sourced from Patek Philippe’s headquarters. It’s the same blue dial as the director’s.”

The staff member, taking the watch from the specially designed showcase, asked.

“Would you like assistance with trying it on?”

Cha Woojin gestured toward Song Yeongin’s wrist.

The watch was the same model as the luxurious octagonal-bezel platinum watch Cha Woojin always wore. The platinum watch, gleaming under the showcase’s special lighting, was placed on Song Yeongin’s slender wrist. The man’s usually cool, long eyes curved pleasingly.

“It suits you well…”

The staff placed another pre-prepared watch on his hand.

“With such fair skin, a gold-body black dial would also suit you well.”

“What do you think? With your fair skin, that one suits you too. Pick the one you like.”

Song Yeongin, with an uneasy expression, leaned toward Cha Woojin and whispered.

“I really don’t need this… I don’t even look at watches…”

Cha Woojin, with a shameless glance, said calmly.

“Then think of it as a betrothal gift and keep it.”

At his brazen, firm tone, Song Yeongin stared at Cha Woojin blankly, while the male staff looked for a place to avert his eyes.

“Keep it safe, and if you don’t need it later, sell it to someone who appreciates it. It’s worth enough to buy a house.”

Song Yeongin couldn’t close his gaping mouth. He couldn’t comprehend what this man was saying.

“If it’s a betrothal watch, it wouldn’t mean anything unless it’s the same as mine.”

Cha Woojin signaled to the male staff that he’d made his decision.

“Use that one.”

The staff bowed and left with the large showcase, gloved hands guiding it.

“I said I don’t need it… I don’t want such expensive things. I’m telling you I don’t want it…!”

The man’s clear, serene eyes stared straight at Song Yeongin and said.

“I want to give a betrothal gift to you, not her.”

“…….”

“You keep your promise too. You said you’d follow my lead obediently. If you want what you asked for, you need to know how to compromise and agree.”

He said he wanted to make him happy. But Song Yeongin didn’t feel happy at all. If money or luxury could make him happy, he wouldn’t have rejected the man’s offer to be his mistress or concubine.

Even if I say no, he’ll do whatever he wants…

Song Yeongin had no way to handle a man who told him to throw things in the trash or sell them. He’d return it all, still in its packaging.

Guided by the helpers’ hands, Song Yeongin had to try on looks and accessories curated by top luxury brands multiple times, presenting them before Cha Woojin like a fashion show. He had to patiently consider what kind of joy this doll-like play could bring him.

The shopper, adjusting his appearance, said with a clear voice and a satisfied smile.

“With such a refined presence and beautiful lines, you seem to pull off any look perfectly.”

Cha Woojin instructed nonchalantly.

“Pack everything he tried on and wore. I’ll send someone to pick them up.”

The final outfit was a high-end cashmere knit that highlighted his deer-like, elegant neckline and collarbone, paired with an off-white coat that draped gracefully over his body.

As Song Yeongin emerged from the fitting room, Cha Woojin couldn’t take his eyes off him. Sitting on the sofa, Cha Woojin wore a pleased expression.

Song Yeongin, dressed in ivory and off-white tones, stood before Cha Woojin. The white color and flowing silhouette accentuated his mystical, sacred aura. Under the lighting, his translucent, fair skin, revealing faint veins, stood out.

At Cha Woojin’s gesture, Park Seongjae moved. In the blink of an eye, the shopper, helpers, and even the desk staff who greeted them at the entrance all vanished.

“You look good in white.”

“…….”

“Wearing that, you look like an angel.”

Dressed in the white coat, Song Yeongin, stepping down from the fitting room under soft pin lighting, looked undeniably angelic.

The tall man rose from the sofa and approached, holding the hesitant Song Yeongin’s shoulders. With a fine, upturned smile, he teased playfully like a mischievous boy.

“It’s like you’re wearing winged clothes.”

“…….”

“Now I understand why the woodcutter hid the fairy’s winged clothes.”

Song Yeongin wanted to shut the mouth of the man casually saying such embarrassing things. He reached out a slender, white hand to cover Cha Woojin’s mouth, stopping him from saying more strange things.

Cha Woojin kissed the pretty hand covering his mouth with a smack…! He deftly caught the resisting wrist, kissing the fingertips, the back of the hand, and the wrist in turn.

Song Yeongin stared, entranced, at the sight of the impeccably suited, breathtakingly noble gentleman holding his wrist and reverently kissing his fingers and hand.

His earlobes flushed red in an instant.

“Don’t… say weird things…”

“If I see you get raped by another guy after escaping me, it won’t end lightly like yesterday. Next time, I’ll smash that guy’s head with an axe.”

Cha Woojin was mocking Song Yeongin for running away and Na Hankyeol for trying to rape him.

“…Stop it.”

“So don’t think about escaping me anymore.”

The long arm of the suited man slid under the cashmere knit, gliding over his collarbone and deep neckline. The texture of the knit against his skin felt like silk. The man brushed down the collar and grabbed Song Yeongin’s slender waist.

“It’s as soft and smooth as your skin; it’ll be fun to take off.”

“Wait, don’t do this here… People will see.”

But looking around, the MVVG lounge was empty. The shopper, Park Seongjae, the male staff, the helpers, and the desk staff who greeted them were all gone.

The man’s constantly erect member pressed against Song Yeongin’s lower abdomen, bulging as if it would tear through the suit pants. Cha Woojin gazed at him with languid, lustful eyes.

“I’ve held back too much; it’s driving me crazy.”

“…….”

“I should’ve just thrust into you last night when you were wiggling your hips at me.”

He knew everything but played innocent. Song Yeongin flushed red with shame again.

“How about it? Doing it here with you, looking like an angel in this outfit, feels like it’d take me to heaven.”

His flushed cheeks shook recklessly.

“Shh…! Stop saying perverted things!”

Frustrated, the man unbuttoned his classic suit jacket. The platinum watch at his cuff gleamed. The vest and shirt, taut over his muscular frame, were revealed. A sensual, commanding body that left no room for other thoughts. The arrogant man, unfazed, overwhelmed him with his provocative physique.

“Ha, ugh…! Wait…!”

All Song Yeongin could do was pant as he was touched recklessly. His limbs tingled as if paralyzed. Even as it happened, he didn’t fully understand what was going on.

Does this man know?

What he’s doing right now. The meaning of these reckless, lascivious actions.

Staring at the elegant, straight collarbone and sleek, alluring lines, the man traced Song Yeongin’s nipple over the knit. As he teased the stiffly protruding nipple, Song Yeongin’s waist trembled faintly in reflex.

Cha Woojin, smiling calmly, checked his reddened face. Song Yeongin, with a cold expression, shook off the hand toying with his nipple.

“…Not here.”

“Then tell me where you want it.”

“Later…”

“Later?”

“Where no one’s around… just the two of us…”

The bold, black gaze collided with Song Yeongin, staring at him intently.

“Good. So you’re thinking about having sex with me?”

It’s the last time… If I think of it that way, what can’t I do?

This was his last date with this man, and Song Yeongin had resolved to do whatever he wanted.

The sharp nose bridge pierced through him as if interrogating. His flushed, pure face trembled, innocently murmuring.

“…Yes.”

“Ha, say it properly. What do you want?”

“I want to do it with you. So not here…”

At Song Yeongin’s words of wanting to do it, Cha Woojin froze for a moment. It was the first time he’d directly expressed a desire for sex without coercion or demand.

Cha Woojin pulled Song Yeongin’s hand, placing it on his bulging suit pants over his left thigh, as if to show how aroused he was. The massive, thick member, not at the front but over the left thigh, protruded lewdly, heavily embossed under the suit pants. The touch was almost painfully hard.

The man’s lustful breathing grew turbid.

“Are you trying to kill me with frustration? Ha… How much longer do I have to hold back?”

“Let’s go now. A hotel, anywhere… Then I’ll do whatever you want.”

Cha Woojin looked down at the angelic, compliant face, narrowing his cool, long eyes.

“Do you know how suspicious you’re being right now?”

“…….”

“They say people change when they’re about to leave, and you’re exactly like that. I’m not kidding—aren’t you secretly planning to wear fairy wings and escape somewhere?”

“…….”

In an instant, Cha Woojin pulled Song Yeongin into his broad embrace. He pressed his fiercely erect member against Song Yeongin’s body, exhaling a rough breath.

“I didn’t even hold back this much in my teens…”

“I… can’t breathe.”

The cold, eerie scent made him feel like he was suffocating. His heart raced wildly.

“Climb on me and kiss me yourself. Then I’ll see if I can hold back.”

Cha Woojin stared down at Song Yeongin.

Undefiled, sacred, pure eyes. Clean, unblemished lines. Red lips and shy glances were dreamlike beyond the flowing white collar.

All impulses and provocations stemmed from that word—last.

Suddenly, Song Yeongin grabbed Cha Woojin’s hand and led him. Cha Woojin, wondering what was happening, followed where Song Yeongin led. The white coat Song Yeongin wore fluttered as he moved ahead, holding Cha Woojin’s hand. The shy angel’s smile, glancing back at Cha Woojin, scattered in the air.

Dressing him in such clothes made it seem like he had wings. As if he’d vanish into the sky, Cha Woojin, led by Song Yeongin, chuckled awkwardly, dumbfounded. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

Both knew they’d forever long for this moment. In this faint, tender dream, they didn’t want to wake.

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Song Yeongin led Cha Woojin into the spacious dressing room attached to the large fitting room, where he had just changed.

The comfortable, luxurious dressing room was lined with mirrors covering every wall for checking outfits, and a long, wide velvet stool stood in the center. Song Yeongin fully locked the door’s latch.

“Let’s do it here.”

“…….”

The man’s cool, deep eyes silently stared at Song Yeongin.

Bringing him here and acting so boldly was because of that spell—last. All of Song Yeongin’s impulses and provocations came from that word.

Having resolved to leave him, he couldn’t help but become bold and generous. Once he was firm in giving up this man, there was no reason not to give him what he wanted right now.

It’s the last time, so what does it matter…

After today’s promise, he’d have to push him away with his whole being. He’d faithfully leave this man, as planned in his resolute mind.

A year… no, a few months would be enough, wouldn’t it?

Then someone as insignificant as him would quickly fade from Cha Woojin’s memory. Once out of sight, the heart cools quickly.

There was no time. Today was the last day Song Yeongin could love Cha Woojin.

Song Yeongin’s gaze drifted toward the man’s suit pants, prominently bulging with arousal. He knew that something as simple as a kiss would be utterly useless. Such a thing could never satisfy the shuddering desires that consumed him.

A pure white angel looked up at the man. Song Yeongin’s provocative words trembled beautifully, escaping his red, plump lips and resonating softly in the air.

“Shall I suck it?”

Cha Woojin offered no response to Song Yeongin’s words.

The jet-black eyes of Cha Woojin, who had been silently still for a long while, held no trace of warmth. That coldness made Song Yeongin take a step back.

Song Yeongin held his breath.

The perfectly symmetrical brows furrowed slightly. Those cool eyes let out a low, incredulous laugh. Despite being offered what he wanted, he somehow seemed angry. His refined eyes, unsure of what to do, dropped their gaze.

Song Yeongin had thought this would please him.

“Fine… then come here and start with a kiss.”

Without hesitation, Song Yeongin approached the man. He leaped up to the tall figure, wrapping his arms around his neck and clinging to his solid, broad shoulders. He pressed his plump lips forward first. With a ‘smack!’ he slipped his tongue inside.

He clumsily pushed his soft tongue in, hesitating, unsure of what to do next. It was always the man’s tongue that invaded, stirring him without giving him a moment to think. Accustomed to surrendering his body and receiving him, Song Yeongin had never had to take the lead.

Cha Woojin only offered his lips, not touching him otherwise. Standing firm with his toned body and sharp waist, he merely observed. He didn’t even suck on Song Yeongin’s lips or tongue. Motionless, he gazed down with brazen eyes at Song Yeongin’s innocent face, struggling earnestly. It almost seemed intentional.

But in truth, that innocent, struggling appearance was only stoking Cha Woojin’s arousal further. His painfully erect cock throbbed, engorged with blood. Cha Woojin pulled away the small head clumsily kissing him, panting heavily.

“You said you wanted to suck me… so go ahead, give it a try.”

Song Yeongin couldn’t understand why he was acting so coldly. He glared at the man with angry eyes.

“When did I ever say I wanted to suck it…?”

He had only wanted to please him, thinking it was what he desired. Because this might truly be the last time.

But he didn’t bother adding words. Song Yeongin knelt as instructed, positioning himself between the man’s long legs. His hands reached for the buckle of the suit pants, where the thick, bulging cock was prominently outlined. His long, pale fingers swiftly pulled down the zipper.

As he tugged down the heavy briefs, the rigidly erect cock sprang free, striking Song Yeongin’s childlike cheek.

The man’s fully erect, ferocious organ was, as always, an overwhelming size that he could never get used to, sometimes even feeling frightening and terrifying.

Cha Woojin looked at the wall-sized mirror. The contrast of their reflections heightened the excitement of the act. The hem of a white coat swept the floor.

Desperate to thrust and pierce, the veins standing out on the man’s cock pulsed as Song Yeongin licked it with his red, plump lips before taking it delicately into his mouth. Even the sight of him struggling to take just the tip, barely managing, was utterly lovable.

Cha Woojin silently gazed down at the seductive face holding his cock. He brushed back the fine hair on his forehead, making him look up. As their eyes met, Cha Woojin tilted his head back and exhaled a heavy breath.

“Ha…! You don’t even know how to kiss properly, but you sure know how to suck cock well. …It’s infuriating.”

That pure, blank face was devoid of skill, easy to read. Cha Woojin, who had spent a lifetime weeding out schemes and plots from those behind him, was adept at discerning others’ intentions.

Seeing him do things he’d never done, say things he’d never said, it was clear he was hiding some ulterior motive. Looking into those resolute eyes, filled with complete surrender toward him, Cha Woojin felt a fierce anger surge within. The man’s wicked eyes narrowed as he exhaled into the air.

As anger and desire surged simultaneously, his cock swelled even tighter. Song Yeongin, struggling, clung to the man’s thighs, gripping them with both hands as the muscles tensed.

“Ugh… uhh, hng…!”

The massive, weapon-like cock slid in and out of his red, plump lips repeatedly. Cha Woojin caressed the face of Song Yeongin, who was prettily licking and sucking his fiercely erect cock.

From above, the deep neckline of the knit revealed a glimpse of his pale, bare chest. The flushed white face and the pristine collar enveloping Song Yeongin looked both sacred, untouchable, and profane, begging to be defiled.

The rebellious child, forced to kneel with his cock in their mouth, was like a fallen angel. An angel from a sacred painting, banished by divine wrath, its wings burning as it fell.

Cha Woojin continued to stroke Song Yeongin’s forehead as he panted, overwhelmed. The smooth, finely crafted forehead and the delicate arch of his eyebrows revealed a beauty so pure and divine, it felt like a painted icon.

It became clear why Song Yeongin had to hide away in that cramped attic for years. With a face like that exposed to the world, it would never leave him in peace. It was a face that stirred men in a way that made living calmly impossible. Yoon Jioh had known this from the start and used him for personal gain.

That’s why Cha Woojin believed it had to be him. Song Yeongin needed a formidable shield to protect him from being exploited by vile forces. Cha Woojin had the power and authority to guard him. And that was one of the many reasons he could never give up on him.

Song Yeongin tightened his throat, urging release. The way he skillfully used his throat with that innocent face made Cha Woojin swallow curses every time. He knew exactly why he was so furiously angry, and even after physically eliminating those reasons, he still exploded in frustration, spitting curses.

“Ha, fuck…”

He was maddened by the fact that such a pure, holy face could transform into that of a lascivious temptress. The memory of Song Yeongin brazenly mentioning James Han, threatening to beg James Han to hold him, fueled his rage and desire, making his cock throb with blood.

Was his throat sore from the thrusting? Tears began to well up in the pitiful, red corners of his eyes. Even in this depraved act, Song Yeongin looked like a fragile child left by the water’s edge.

Cha Woojin could confidently say there was no greater pleasure than having this lascivious face suck his cock. The ones he’d punished, slaughtered, and killed knew this too, which is why they forced Song Yeongin to do this until he became skilled.

Cha Woojin thought again that he had done well to punish those filthy bastards in his own way, tearing them apart and burying them in the most painful manner.

Having tasted the ecstasy of paradise, they’d have no regrets even in death.

“…Ha, Yeongin-ah…! Ha…!”

Unable to hold back, Cha Woojin let out a rare, urgent moan. Forgetting restraint, he thrust wildly into the small mouth under the intense sensation piercing his spine.

Song Yeongin, unable to escape as his small head was held tightly, had his throat ravaged, tears bursting from his red, flushed eyes.

Unable to endure the ferocious invasion of the massive cock, Song Yeongin shook his head violently. He struck the man’s solid thighs with all his strength several times. But that only fueled Cha Woojin’s sadistic urges further.

Panting heavily in the burning passion, Cha Woojin’s languid eyes curved.

“You know. Once I start reaching climax, no matter what you do, I can’t stop.”

Perhaps because it had been so long since he’d been inside Song Yeongin, even just using his mouth brought an overwhelming urge to release. The desire to ejaculate gripped his sturdy spine. In frustration, Cha Woojin tore off his tie like a beast.

“Hoo… swallow every drop…! You want to stain your new clothes with cum?”

The small, pristine face, burdened with the man’s cock, sensed the impending release and closed its exhausted eyes, trembling. The slender nose, struggling to breathe, was bright red.

Cha Woojin’s large body shuddered. He ejaculated deep into the throat of the angelic figure, filling it with cum. The tightly wound thigh muscles Song Yeongin held onto flexed and contracted powerfully.

Song Yeongin swallowed the thick, viscous cum with loud gulps. The slick tip of the cock slipped out of his mouth. Even after release, the man’s cock remained thick and unyielding.

As the cock left his mouth, Song Yeongin gasped, finally releasing the breath he’d been holding. He struck the man’s solid thighs with all his might once more.

“Hng, ugh…! You bastard… haa!”

His red, plump lips glistened obscenely with cum. Cha Woojin, who had ravaged his mouth like a beast without giving him a moment to breathe, took a handkerchief from his jacket and carefully wiped the saliva and cum from the red lips.

Tearful, red eyes glared at Cha Woojin as if to kill him.

As if nothing had happened, Cha Woojin fastened the buckle of his crisp pants and gently pulled Song Yeongin up with a refined touch, unlike the savage way he’d ravaged his mouth earlier.

He knew that this brazen, cheeky thing always got hard while sucking him.

Without giving Song Yeongin a moment to recover, Cha Woojin slipped his hand into Song Yeongin’s pants, caressing him. Barely able to breathe, Song Yeongin didn’t even realize his cock was shamelessly leaking in the man’s hand.

“You’re leaking and soaking wet down there. Shall we just do it here?”

“Ugh, no…! Don’t, don’t touch me…!”

Cha Woojin skillfully stroked Song Yeongin’s dripping cock. The red, seductive organ quivered plumply in Cha Woojin’s large hand. Even his cock was so pretty and soft, it was enchanting.

He didn’t know when this body had become so lascivious, but the thought that he had tamed this pure, clueless thing filled Cha Woojin with both faint guilt and crude exhilaration.

The innocent body opened and soaked readily under his touch. After several strokes, Cha Woojin used the slick fluid to wet Song Yeongin’s hole.

“Hng, ugh…! Wait, stop…! I sucked you off, didn’t I? Haa, you said we wouldn’t do it here…! Ah…! I said stop!”

No matter how he struggled, the iron-like body didn’t budge. Cha Woojin laughed boldly, whispering wickedly in his ear like a demon.

“Then why did you drag me here, huh?!”

“Ah, ah! Ah, hng…!”

“Last night, you were shaking your ass at my cock, and now you’re deliberately seducing me again.”

“Ha, ugh…! I don’t remember, I didn’t do that.”

Cha Woojin was tormenting him like someone consumed by anger. What had made this man so fiercely on edge? Song Yeongin’s heart burned.

“All night, you kept tempting me endlessly… pretending otherwise, playing coy, it’s no use.”

“Ha, ugh! Stop, it’s a lie…! No, it’s not….”

Cha Woojin’s slick fingers began probing the delicate, pink hole. Contrary to his words, the hole, soaked with anticipation all night, opened lewdly.

“Ha, no need to loosen you up… it’s already wet and open back here, isn’t it?”

Cha Woojin turned Song Yeongin’s body, making him face the large mirror reflecting their full figures.

“Look at yourself.”

“…….”

“Does this look like it wouldn’t turn me on?”

In the wall mirror, a beastly man thrusting between his hips and a lascivious face flushed red with desire were reflected side by side.

The thick, veined arm and the man’s long, knobby fingers slickly probed between his hips. Song Yeongin shut his eyes tightly at the lascivious, obscene sight that made his heart pound.

“Ugh, no, I hate it…! My clothes are dragging on the floor, hng…! They’re ruined.”

“I’ll buy you new ones… what’s the big deal about this?”

The shirt and vest tightly hugging his body revealed the man’s broad chest muscles flexing fiercely, exuding savage ecstasy.

Cha Woojin rolled up his shirt sleeves and spread Song Yeongin’s plump hips. Seeing the sensual line under his slender spine, blood rushed downward again.

The mirror reflected two people in a frenzy of lust. The more humiliating truth was that it didn’t seem to be just Cha Woojin panting in aroused frenzy during their coupling.

Unable to bear the sight of his flushed, panting face begging for the man, Song Yeongin loathed himself. Avoiding the unfamiliar, alien reflection, he shut his eyes tightly and shook his head.

Cha Woojin, as if he hadn’t just ejaculated in his mouth, was kneading and spreading his hips, his cock rigidly erect. The man’s club-like organ pushed its thick tip into the loosened hole.

“…Ha, I can’t even remember the last time I held you.”

“…….”

“I’ve been abstinent for so long, I don’t have the patience to be gentlemanly and loosen you up slowly, or the leisure to take you to a hotel room.”

“Ugh, it hurts…! It hurts…!”

Unless he exercised extreme restraint, the one receiving him was bound to feel pain. There was no getting used to such a shamelessly massive, ferocious organ.

“Be good… I’m so aroused right now, it’ll be over quickly.”

Cha Woojin, attempting rough coupling like a beast, whispered tenderly like a gentleman. Song Yeongin, pinned to the floor, struck Cha Woojin’s hard neck and chest with all his might.

“Hng…! You bastard. Crazy fucker, here, ugh!”

Cha Woojin laughed masculinely in a soft voice at his ear.

“Haha, yeah, fuck… it’s hot, so curse me more.”

“Hng…! People… they’ll hear outside…!”

“I made sure no one’s here. I cleared everyone out already, so don’t worry. It’s just you and me here.”

It was insane. It sounded like he’d planned to do this here from the start and cleared the place out.

The tight, delicate hole, as always, was soft and pale pink, showing no trace of having taken a man. The pristine membranes greedily swallowed Cha Woojin’s cock, writhing eagerly.

Cha Woojin thrust his hot, veined shaft into Song Yeongin’s red inner walls with a ‘thud…! thud…!’ It felt like the heated club was piercing his lower abdomen, crushing his insides.

“Ugh, hng, ah, ah! It hurts…!”

Cha Woojin soothed him in a gentle, leisurely voice.

“Shh, I’ll finish quickly.”

From then on, Cha Woojin relentlessly targeted the spot Song Yeongin felt most, pounding and smashing it. The sensitive spot seemed to melt and collapse under the hot, ferocious club.

“Ah, ah, ah! Ah… there, ah! Ah!”

Song Yeongin finally understood. All the sex before had been deliberately slow, savoring him all day, intentionally avoiding the exact spot to prolong the pleasure. To keep him from collapsing too quickly, he’d controlled and delayed the climax for his own long, leisurely pleasure.

When he precisely targeted that hot, sensitive spot and pounded relentlessly, Song Yeongin’s body convulsed with intense pleasure. Each time the massive cock crushed his prostate, his body shuddered as if electrocuted, limbs trembling like a paper doll.

Cha Woojin thrust mercilessly—‘thud! thud! thud! thud!’—his long eyes curving. It was a wicked, debauched gaze that clawed at one’s soul.

“You’re losing it… ha, feels that good, huh?!”

“Ah, ah…! Ugh. Hng. Hng…!”

His reflection in the mirror was feral, like a beast without restraint, reeking of raw, vulgar scent. The man in the mirror moved his hips like a stud sowing seed, thrusting a murderous weapon into his hips. Unable to bear the sight of himself panting in pleasure beneath, Song Yeongin shook his head, avoiding the mirror.

The white coat, already trampled and dirtied, had long been ruined, sweeping the floor. The man pulled up the flowing silk knit, burying his sharp nose in the soft, white chest. He sucked greedily at the rosy bud, licking even the pale areola. Song Yeongin’s heart raged wildly. His erect cock and the molten heat in his abdomen ached as if they’d burst.

“Ugh…! Yeongin-ah, you’re clenching so hard it’s like you’re gonna snap my cock off, you know that?”

“…….”

“Ha, can you feel it? You’re going crazy, clinging to me because it feels so good.”

“Ah, hng… ugh. I don’t know…”

“You said you’d beg James Han to hold you, spread your legs for him?!”

“Ugh…! Hng…! Ugh…!”

“You thought about getting fucked like this while looking at him, didn’t you?”

“Damn it, fuck, it’s fucking infuriating… I can’t stand the fact that you even thought such filthy thoughts about him…!”

With a face full of rage, Cha Woojin relentlessly pounded the crushed spot—‘thud! thud! thud! thud!’—thrusting and ravaging again.

“…Ha, why do things you never did before.”

The man, thrusting wildly with debauched eyes, whispered in his ear.

“It’s written all over your face… you think I wouldn’t know you’re planning to escape from me?”

“Ah, ah! Ugh. Ugh. Hng… ugh!”

“If you could bear a child, I’d make you pregnant right now to keep you from running away…”

“Hng… no, I hate it…! Hng, ugh…!”

Song Yeongin, writhing in pleasure, clenched so tightly it felt like he’d snap the cock off. Tighter than when he was first taken, Cha Woojin lost himself, babbling like a madman with crazed eyes.

“…Yeongin-ah… our kid would be so pretty if they looked like you, right?”

Biting his plump lips, Song Yeongin shook his head wildly, crying. Tears scattered from his red eyes, nose, and lips.

…Cha Woojin, you’re insane. You’re out of your mind.

I can’t give you something like that.

A child…!

That’s why I said I’m leaving.

Cha Woojin, you can just go back to your place.

“Ugh… get lost…! Hng… get lost!”

His trembling, convulsing body couldn’t form proper words, only animalistic moans spilling out against his will.

Cha Woojin deliberately targeted their prostates for a quick release. Song Yeongin, without even being touched in front, convulsed and trembled, ejaculating uncontrollably into the air. Cha Woojin, holding him, trembled with his broad shoulders, disappointed by the early release.

A long ejaculation continued in the silence.

As if intending to impregnate a nonexistent child, Cha Woojin thrust his rigid cock and scrotum deep into Song Yeongin’s abdomen, filling it with cum as if sowing seed. Even after stopping, Song Yeongin kept trembling, clenching the heavy cock tightly.

As the cock was withdrawn, the cum ejaculated deep inside flowed out from the red, swollen, lascivious hole. The white coat, smeared with cum, spread on the floor like scattered wings.

Cha Woojin joked, but he thought it truly resembled the trampled wings of a celestial maiden, unable to return to the heavens. The tearful, pitiful face, drenched in burning desire, was even more sorrowful and poignant than a maiden stripped of her wings.

Having finished, Cha Woojin’s languid, pleasure-soaked eyes softened. He straightened his fierce spine and began sucking Song Yeongin’s plump lips. His dark, proud eyes gazed haughtily at Song Yeongin, still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Regaining his imposing presence, Cha Woojin spoke quietly.

“Song Yeongin… don’t even think about pulling any tricks, and listen carefully.”

“…….”

“You can’t escape from me.”

Song Yeongin’s neat eyelids trembled. His red, tearful eyes, nose, and lips quivered. As his exhausted eyes closed, tears that had gathered at his temples fell heavily, drip, drip.

His frail shoulders shook.

“…Get lost…! Hng, I hate it…! I’m done with it all! So, go back to your place…! I’ll give everything back to how it was.”

Cha Woojin grabbed the small, sobbing face, forcing him to look at his composed face.

Facing the man, Song Yeongin gasped, unable to breathe, as if startled.

That ominous shadow, unseen for so long, loomed before him. It had surely come sniffing out his scent. That shadow had taken everything—killed his mother, his father, his brother, and made him tremble in fear and violence all night long. He had hidden, living as if dead, to escape it. But it had found him again. Misfortune, ruin, pain, death, darkness, the grave… no one knew better than him what lay at the end of this ominous unease.

He had to erase the scent and escape it quickly.

Cha Woojin held Song Yeongin’s trembling, near-fainting face, locking eyes with his burning, dark gaze. In an instant, a blazing sun, a fierce flame, swallowed that cruel, savage shadow.

“By force, if necessary… even if you resent me for the rest of your life, I don’t care.”

“…….”

“If you try to leave me, as a last resort, I’ll have to tie you down like that.”