The New Groom Chapter 22

More striking than his height was his face. Just looking at his face, he was impossibly refined. His skin was fair, his slightly drooping eyes had dense eyelashes, and his black, clear eyes were creased with thin double eyelids. His appearance was truly top-tier, to the point that when his eyes became moist from something like a yawn, he somehow gave off a pitiful impression.

He even looked younger than his age, so he said he always pushed his hair back when working because he would be mistaken for a college student, or at worst, a high schooler, if he let it down (though the credibility of this was low as it was a story Joo Seungchan told himself). Even now, he had his hair pushed back, revealing his clean forehead and high nose bridge.

You must not be fooled by his appearance.

His face was like a gentle lamb, but the substance inside was a filthy, reckless ruffian.

Thinking about what he did on Saturday night, it wouldn’t be enough to tear him to pieces while he was still alive. Of course, my own body would be torn apart before I could even lay a finger on him, but regardless, the desire was overwhelming.

On the other hand, whenever I glanced at Secretary Yoon, whose face was pitch-black with bruises, my rage toward Joo Seungchan subsided just a little. It wasn’t because he had beaten up Secretary Yoon for insulting me. It was because my knees knocked together at the thought of being beaten like that. Joo Seungchan, who was beating a man to a pulp at the garbage collection site that day, had an awe-inspiring, terrifying aura that, even though we were both men, I dared not stand up to.

Because he usually just watched soap operas and spouted nonsense like a middle-school dropout, I hadn’t realized it until now, but Joo Seungchan was a gangster. He wasn’t a common street thug. He was a real organized crime member.

Recalling the sight of him beating the collapsed Secretary Yoon until the umbrella broke, the feeling of satisfaction was nowhere to be found, and my legs, which I had barely calmed down, started trembling again. I never knew that the short time it took to ride the elevator up would be this long. When we got off the elevator, the trapped breath burst out, and Lee Jeongrok and Secretary Yoon sighed at the same time.

“Secretary Yoon.”

Joo Seungchan, who had followed him off, called out abruptly. Because I was so tense, I almost fainted even though he wasn’t calling me. Secretary Yoon turned toward Joo Seungchan, trembling so pitifully.

“Y-yes? Wh-why, why are you calling, Manager Joo?”

“No, why are you trembling like that? Is someone going to eat you? Go buy some coffee. One for me and one for our Executive Director.”

“Ah, yes. Y-yes. I understand.”

As if escaping from the devil’s clutches, Secretary Yoon returned to the elevator, unable to hide his relief. Not wanting to be left alone with Joo Seungchan, Lee Jeongrok hurried his steps before the elevator doors could close. The secretaries at the desk bowed, but I didn’t even pretend to look at them. Lee Jeongrok, who had entered the office and closed the door as if fleeing, was soon panting with rough breaths.

Once I was left alone with no one else, my heart finally calmed down. Just as I was trudging toward the sofa, the door behind me swung open with a bang. There was no such thing as a knock. Lee Jeongrok jumped up in surprise and turned around. My ominous premonition came true. It was Joo Seungchan.

“Hey, Executive Director.”

He closed the door and strode toward me. Lee Jeongrok recoiled in terror.

“Why were you looking at me like that in the elevator earlier?”

“Wh-what? Wh-what did I…”

“No, you were looking at me all provocatively since this morning, you damn bastard.”

Joo Seungchan, who had worked himself into a frenzy, huffed. Lee Jeongrok was so dumbfounded his jaw nearly dropped.

Looking provocatively?

To call the gaze of someone who was preoccupied with watching his own step, trembling like a mouse in front of a cat, provocative?

At the absurd misunderstanding, Lee Jeongrok was so frustrated he almost cried.

“Wh-who looked at you like that! You crazy bastard!”

“Don’t shout! It’s making me so damn horny.”

Breathing heavily, Joo Seungchan grabbed his crotch and squeezed. Lee Jeongrok, who was backing away, let out a hollow laugh before he even realized it, overcome by the absurdity of the situation. Joo Seungchan’s thoroughly aroused crotch was revealing an unmistakable, clear outline through his dress pants. Lee Jeongrok, who knew that the outline still fell far short of its actual size, recoiled reflexively.

“Y-you crazy…”

“Then why do you go around provoking people since the morning? I was going to leave you alone since you were trembling so much.”

Joo Seungchan, who had stepped over the sofa table, closed the distance in an instant. Lee Jeongrok, his face pale, fled blindly, throwing a desk clock and files. Joo Seungchan did not dodge the objects flying at him. He took the hits without even blinking and strode forward. Lee Jeongrok was grabbed by the nape of his neck in front of the desk. His head went dizzy, and cold sweat broke out.

“You… you…”

The crisp, white shirt I had painstakingly ironed was ruined and wrinkled in a split second. Joo Seungchan, burying his nose in the nape of my neck, inhaled roughly. At the hot breath, Lee Jeongrok went stiff as if electrocuted.

“D-don’t do this, Manager Joo, please… Why on earth are you doing this, you crazy bastard! Please, get a grip!”

As his crotch, hardened with excitement, rubbed aggressively against my buttocks, Lee Jeongrok lost his reason and screamed. Joo Seungchan didn’t even listen.

“You go around leaking that you want to be fucked since the morning, so how can I get a grip, you fucking slut.”

“I told you not to call me a…!”

“Then what should I call you? Should I call you a whore?”

“Wh-who…”

To Lee Jeongrok, who couldn’t even finish pronouncing the word ‘slut’, being called a ‘whore’ was a shock that left him unable to continue.

While I was momentarily dazed, Joo Seungchan hugged my waist tightly and rubbed his penis against me like a dog in heat. Joo Seungchan, who pulled me so hard that Lee Jeongrok’s heels were half-lifted, buried his lips in my ear and was practically whimpering.

Lee Jeongrok managed to regain his reason and attempted to persuade him.

“Th-this is the office, Manager Joo. Secretary Yoon will be back with the coffee soon.”

“Ha, damn, that makes me even hornier.”

The reason I had barely managed to grasp slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. Joo Seungchan was an opponent that persuasion didn’t work on. He was a madman who got excited and got an erection just from being spoken to—or rather, just from being looked at. But I couldn’t give up just like that.

This was the company. It was the office where Lee Jeongrok came to work every day. As Joo Seungchan arbitrarily unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, Lee Jeongrok, feeling desperate, grabbed his waistband and hung on, pleading.

“Please. Seungchan, please.”

“…”

“Let’s not do this here. Please… I’m begging you, Seungchan.”

Joo Seungchan, who had been huffing, stopped his movements. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly shuddered. Lee Jeongrok looked back cautiously, panting. The moment our eyes met, Joo Seungchan crashed his lips onto mine.

A hot, thick tongue rudely pried open my lips, invaded, and thrashed around in my mouth. It was an invasion unlike any other. It probed and searched even under my tongue as if it were his own mouth. He seemed intent on shoving his tongue down my throat if he could. It felt like my lips were being completely sucked, to the point where I felt like I was being swallowed whole. When Lee Jeongrok, terrified, choked and coughed, the ruthless kiss finally ended.

“Young Master. If you call me Seungchan one more time.”

Joo Seungchan, panting, grabbed my cheeks tightly.

“I’m going to shove it down your throat and fuck you, so don’t call me that casually.”

“Y-you crazy, crazy bastard…”

“I thought I was just going to ejaculate in my pants. Huh? You call me like that so tenderly, which is why I call you a fucking whore, you out-of-your-mind bastard.”

Out of my mind? Who? Me? You crazy bastard, who, who exactly is calling whom an out-of-your-mind bastard!

Struck by the absurd, abusive language that he had never even dared to imagine, Lee Jeongrok was speechless. As he stared, lost for words, Joo Seungchan lunged and kissed him again. He forced my mouth open, sucked and bit my tongue, and finally pulled down my pants as well. Joo Seungchan, who tore off my underwear, rubbed his penis between my buttocks.

Lee Jeongrok didn’t even know when he had taken his penis out. He only trembled at the sensation of the filthy, disgusting fluid flowing from his penis, sticking and wetting the space between his buttocks.

Again, that event that happened on Saturday night was once again approaching right before his eyes. That event that made him finally give up, no matter how much he resisted and pleaded, was starting all over again.

Unlike Lee Jeongrok, who was plunged into despair, Joo Seungchan had long since lost his mind with excitement.