The New Groom Chapter 18

“I told you it wasn’t! You’re insisting it wasn’t the person who came, but the person who didn’t.”

Chief Joo, who had sat up, rubbed his still-not-subsided member back and forth. Lee Jeongrok, who had seen Chief Joo’s member properly for the first time, turned ghostly pale. The tears that had been streaming down stopped on their own.

Thinking that this thing, which remained just as hard despite having ejaculated twice, had been inside him, it was so large and grotesque it made him want to throw up. Even though he was also a man, Lee Jeongrok had never seen anything like that, even in porn. The sight of something the size of a forearm passing his navel made his nausea rise until sour fluid pooled under his tongue.

Chief Joo laughed broadly, finding Lee Jeongrok—who was covered in tears and snot with his mouth wide open—amusing. As if to show off, he flicked his member with his fingertip.

“I guess you and I have incredible chemistry, Young Master. It’s my first time cumming like that while fucking.”

“W—water?”

“You don’t know what a fountain is? That thing where you just leak all over when it feels damn good? Since you were clenching so tight, General Manager, fuck, I felt like I was going crazy. Seriously, ha, it’s my first time experiencing something like this.”

“Th—that’s, th—that’s nonsense. L—lie. You’re lying.”

Lee Jeongrok, his lower body soaked, muttered, his mind blown. Watching his face, with lips trembling, his lower abdomen began to pull heavily again. Without warning, he grabbed Lee Jeongrok’s ankles and yanked. Lee Jeongrok was helplessly dragged under him.

He spread Lee Jeongrok’s legs wide and inserted his fingers into the hole, from which semen was still sluggishly oozing out. White cock-cum was stickily matted to the reddish, heated hole. Just looking at it made his own lower body ache and feel like he was going to cum. Whatever else, as the scene he had imagined thousands of times was recreated perfectly before his eyes, he couldn’t hold back at all.

“Fuck, seriously, seriously, I only intended to do it once.”

Chief Joo rubbed his glans—made sensitive to the limit after tasting the intense climax just moments ago—against the hole. It felt maddeningly good to rub the tip against the soft, tender flesh. His waist trembled, and a shiver ran down his spine. The hole, which had loosened quite a bit thanks to his persistent cock-fucking, stretched as if to swallow the glans, but it would pucker back to its original shape when he pulled back. Whether Lee Jeongrok had reached his limit or not, there was no resistance.

“Let’s do it one more time.”

“Ugh…”

After teasing him for a long while, Chief Joo inserted his member once again. Lee Jeongrok let out a thin breath and shook his head. But today was not on his side until the end.

The promise to do it only one more time was not kept. Lee Jeongrok feared the things happening to him, found them disgusting, and from a certain point, they became absurd. A workaholic who relieved all his needs through work, he was quite indifferent to sex, so Chief Joo, who kept getting an erection endlessly, was simply preposterous to him. Even after Chief Joo ejaculated inside him for the third time, he did not subside. He would slide his wet member between Lee Jeongrok’s thighs and the crack of his buttocks, rubbing it indiscriminately, and whenever he got an erection again, he would shove it into the hole.

Like a virgin experiencing sex for the first time, Chief Joo would occasionally tremble from the pleasure, crush Lee Jeongrok with his heavy body, and rub his entire body against him like a cat. He would kiss him mindlessly, rub their noses together, and then hug him so tightly he couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t bother to delay his climax or try to endure it; he just ejaculated. Lee Jeongrok couldn’t even remember how many times he had cum inside him. He was muttering something, but Lee Jeongrok couldn’t understand it. His consciousness, which had been drifting further away, was suddenly plunged into darkness as if the power plug had been pulled, and that was the end.

∞ ∞ ∞

Lee Jeongrok, who had fainted, barely regained consciousness at the touch of fingers persistently tapping his cheek. He had opened his eyes, but his spirit was still sunken in darkness, unable to recognize the face before him.

“General Manager. You have to get up. Wake up, okay?”

When he just blinked blankly, Chief Joo clicked his tongue.

“Hurry. The lady says she’ll be home soon.”

It was a magical phrase. His soul, which had slipped out of his body and was wandering in the void, was pulled back into his body like a magnet. Lee Jeongrok’s eyes snapped open, and he reflexively raised his upper body. Perhaps it was because he was so shocked, but he didn’t feel any pain despite being put through so much by Chief Joo.

He couldn’t tell how long he had lost consciousness. But seeing Chief Joo fully dressed in his clothes, it didn’t seem to be a short time. Unlike Chief Joo, Lee Jeongrok was left wearing nothing but the white shirt that the other man had half-torn. His crotch was defiled with obscene bodily fluids, enough to be embarrassing to look at. Lee Jeongrok, who had checked inadvertently and then lost his mind, pulled the shirt down with trembling hands.

Chief Joo, who had been watching with his hands in his pockets, threw out one remark.

“I just got a call that they’re leaving Mister Go Yoongi’s villa.”

“J—just now…”

“Yup, just now. You’d better move diligently. Otherwise, you’ll get caught by the lady; will you be okay?”

Of course, he would not be okay.

Lee Jeongrok, who had been scrambling to get up, tripped over his own feet and almost fell headfirst from the bed. Chief Joo quickly caught his body, sparing him from the disaster of a broken neck. However, the moment his body touched Chief Joo’s, Lee Jeongrok shrieked as if in agony and backed away. Chief Joo, eyes wide, soon chuckled.

“I have a conscience, you know. As if I’d touch you again.”

“…Ugh.”

“I mean, well, if there were time, I’d welcome it anytime, but…”

Chief Joo, who had stepped back, gestured toward the bathroom with his chin.

“For now, General Manager, go in and wash up. I’ll take care of the cleanup in the meantime. I need to air out the room and there’s a lot to do. It smells like cock-cum in this room right now, ha-ha.”

“…”

Lee Jeongrok gritted his teeth to endure it, but eventually, silent tears dripped down.

He couldn’t believe the humiliating fact that he had been ravished and raped in a bedroom where he hadn’t even performed a single act fitting for a married couple, and that he had to be helped by the man who had raped him.

It was more infuriating than shameful, to the point where he wanted to die. He had trusted a bug-like gangster, and the feeling of betrayal—knowing he had been helpless because he trusted him without a single doubt—made him feel like he could commit murder right this instant.

“Alright, there’s no time to be leaking tears. Wash up quickly. If the lady comes and sees this state, she’ll faint.”

Chief Joo, who had muttered insensitively, wandered over to the window. Lee Jeongrok crawled off the bed, leaking tears. Managing to pull together his exhausted, limp body, he entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut. It didn’t mean much, as the half-broken door couldn’t perform its function.

He couldn’t stand under the shower for long. Reminded of the fact that Hwang Imin would return soon, his heart grew desperate. As he washed hurriedly, he discovered the colorful bruises left on his cheeks and shoulders a bit late. The bruises were the least of his worries. The feeling of the semen remaining inside his body flowing through his intestines was too vivid to ignore.

Lee Jeongrok, sniffling, inserted his fingers into his buttocks to awkwardly scoop out the cock-cum. While doing so, the fact that Chief Joo had ejaculated something similar to urine inside him suddenly came to mind, and he wailed. It was the first time in his life he had cried like that.

While crying, his actions were swift. Pressed by the fear of when his wife might return, he washed his entire body clean with trembling hands. Because of Chief Joo’s bullshit about it smelling like cum, he washed his buttocks three times. It was only when he had put on new underwear and pajamas that his tears stopped.

He stared blankly into the mirror.

Who is that man in the mirror? Is that man me?

His bloodshot eyes were swollen, and the cheek that had been bitten and chewed was stained red. He couldn’t find any traces of being hit by Go Yoongi. The fistfight with him felt like something that happened in a past life. Lee Jeongrok, feeling like he might cry again if he looked at the mirror, left the bathroom.

The bedroom was clean.

The only trace left by the violent struggle was the half-broken bathroom door. The armchair that had lost its legs had disappeared somewhere. Above all, the newlywed couple’s bed, which had been a total mess, had regained its pristine, spotless white state as if it were the first time.

Chief Joo, who had been leaning against the wide-open window smoking, raised his head. He was in his proper suit, just as he had been before all this happened. His face was also clean, having wiped away the blood that had splattered when he assaulted the driver and Secretary Yoon. His messy hair was also neatly combed back.

“Oh my.”

Chief Joo made a fuss.

“Our General Manager’s face is in big trouble. The lady will freak out if she sees it. Quickly lie down and pretend to be asleep.”