The New Groom Chapter 35

The drunken employees laughed. Joo Seungchan chided them not to laugh and skillfully whisked Lee Jeongrok away. As he stood up, his head spun, and he instinctively grabbed Joo Seungchan’s arm. Joo Seungchan naturally pulled him into his embrace and exited the private room.

When he boarded the elevator and saw himself and Joo Seungchan reflected in the mirror, he suddenly sobered up. He shoved the man who had been supporting him away and leaned against the wall. Joo Seungchan silently pressed the button for the basement level. As they got off in the underground parking lot, a hot and damp air rushed at them. Coming from the noisy restaurant into the desolate parking lot, the silence felt unbearably heavy. They climbed into the car in silence.

It was long past the time the soap opera would have ended. In the quiet car, Lee Jeongrok battled the waves of drowsiness. He shouldn’t let his guard down with Joo Seungchan in front of him, but his eyes closed on their own due to the alcohol that had far exceeded his tolerance.

After waking up startled and nodding off a few times, he eventually fell into a deep sleep. It was a sweet slumber he had welcomed for the first time in a while, fueled by the alcohol. A death-like sleep… dreamless, deeply profound, losing even himself…

Breath.

He snapped his eyes open at the chilling, eerie feeling running from the back of his head down to his lower back. In the darkness, Joo Seungchan was staring at him.

Lee Jeongrok gasped and hurriedly scanned his surroundings. Fortunately, it was home. Beyond the low lighting, Hwang Bosik’s and Kim Soohyun’s cars were parked. His heart eased slightly. Lee Jeongrok sighed, rubbing his forehead, which was now beaded with cold sweat.

“When did you arrive?”

“Hmm, 30 minutes ago? You wouldn’t wake up no matter how much I called.”

Having moved to the backseat, Joo Seungchan was sitting right next to him, but with a distance of more than a hand’s breadth. The way he was sitting with his legs crossed, holding his phone, looked as if he had really just been waiting for him to wake up. Lee Jeongrok cleared his throat and nodded.

“I see. Good work. You can go in now.”

He said it nonchalantly and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. The moment he opened the car door, Joo Seungchan stretched out his hand and pulled the door shut again. Lee Jeongrok didn’t dare to look to his side and asked as coldly as he could manage.

“What is it?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’?”

“Don’t play games, I’m tired. Move.”

Lee Jeongrok knocked his hand away and opened the door. It was shut again.

“…”

A fact he hadn’t been conscious of until now suddenly flashed through his head. He couldn’t see anyone in the parking lot.

After a brief silence, Lee Jeongrok opened the door with all his might. The car door swung wide open, but he couldn’t get out. Joo Seungchan yanked him by the collar. Lee Jeongrok slumped back into his seat and watched the door shut again in a daze. It was short. It had only lasted a few seconds… Suddenly, his body sank downward. Joo Seungchan pulled the lever to recline the seat and pinned Lee Jeongrok down.

A desperate struggle ensued in the silence. Hitting, pushing, scratching, squirming—he even tried to headbutt him. Every attempt ended futilely as Joo Seungchan twisted his wrists and pressed down hard. Lee Jeongrok looked up at him with his lips bitten. He couldn’t clearly see what expression was on his partially shadowed face.

However, Joo Seungchan was not a man suited for riddles. He stopped holding back and buried his nose directly into Lee Jeongrok’s sweat-soaked neck. He could feel every breath he drew in and exhaled. Chills ran down his spine, and he shivered uncontrollably.

“Ugh, you smell like booze.”

Joo Seungchan muttered with his nose pressed against him.

“Smell of booze. Smell of meat. You smell like an old mister, seriously.”

“…Ugh.”

“You usually smell so nice, so smelling this… fuck, it turns me on so much.”

He looked down reflexively. Sure enough, a thick bulge was visible through the dress slacks. Realizing that what was coming had arrived, Lee Jeongrok squeezed his eyes shut. But he opened them immediately due to an unexpected touch.

“W-w-what, what are you doing?”

His tongue went stiff from the sheer shock. Joo Seungchan was touching between Lee Jeongrok’s legs. The drunkenness vanished instantly. He had a dirty premonition.

Joo Seungchan answered nonchalantly.

“I thought I’d try sucking the young master’s cock.”

“Wh-wha—what… wha… No. I don’t want to!”

“Why? I’m good at it. You just have to stay still.”

“I told you I don’t want to! I said no, let go!”

“Are you impotent, by any chance?”

What was this now?

Lee Jeongrok was speechless at the sudden nonsense. Joo Seungchan scratched his chin and tilted his head.

“No, we’ve done it a few times, but you’ve never cum even once, right? Why can’t you? Can you even get it up? You’re only thirty… Don’t tell me you’re really a eunuch?”

“Do you think I’d cum while being forced? You perverted bastard! Die, you son of a bitch, you evil, fucking asshole!”

Unable to hold back any longer, Lee Jeongrok slammed his head against Joo Seungchan’s. Even after a loud thwack, Joo Seungchan, true to his blockheaded nature, only blinked.

“Oh, did you not feel it? Ah, man, I’m so sorry. I thought you were going to die of pleasure when I came inside you…”

“You son of a bitch…”

Lee Jeongrok’s face twisted as he remembered the thin fluid flowing out from inside him on the first night he was violated by Joo Seungchan. As he struggled violently again, Joo Seungchan leaned his entire weight onto his arms.

It felt like 100, no, 200 kilograms. Far from resisting, Lee Jeongrok gasped, struggling to breathe as he clutched Joo Seungchan’s forearms. Meanwhile, Joo Seungchan used his left hand to unbuckle Lee Jeongrok’s belt and unzip his pants.

“Fuck, my pride is kind of hurt. I’m actually really good at this. I’ll make you cum—cum in my mouth.”

“What—what kind of bullshit is that? I told you no! Why don’t you listen to people?”

“I’m just the type who doesn’t listen well.”

Joo Seungchan replied calmly and shoved his hand inside his underwear. Lee Jeongrok almost screamed.

“Do you have any idea where we are, you lunatic! What if someone sees us?”

“There’s no one here. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine! Stop it, will you! Stop it!”

He twisted his body and shrieked, but Joo Seungchan didn’t hear a word of it. Lee Jeongrok’s face turned bright red when he pulled out his member on his own. Joo Seungchan looked down at the cock and let out an admiring “Hah!” He fondled the member as he pleased and blathered on.

“Look at that color, fuck.”

“…”

“You whore, you haven’t even used it much, so why is it that color? Huh?”

Lee Jeongrok couldn’t even breathe properly due to the shame. Absurdly, truly preposterously, Joo Seungchan licked his lips. After sucking on his full lower lip and spitting it out, he looked down at Lee Jeongrok with eyes glowing like a maniac. Even in the darkness, his lips were as red as cherries.

“The young master’s cock looks so fucking delicious.”

“…D-don’t.”

“I’m going to.”

“D-don’t do it… Ugh!”

Instead of replying, Joo Seungchan lowered his body and buried his face in Lee Jeongrok’s crotch. The cock, sucked into a wet, hot mouth filled with warm breath, got caught right in his throat. Joo Seungchan pulled it out, sucking it up with his thick tongue without a hint of discomfort. It was glistening, thoroughly soaked in saliva after just one suck.

Joo Seungchan, having wetted his lips, this time took the glans into his mouth until his cheeks were hollow. Joo Seungchan, who was tall and had large hands and feet, also had a large mouth. He rolled the glans in his mouth and sucked it like a piece of candy. He also stood up his thick, repulsive tongue and pressed down as if to dig into the urethra. While exhaling through his nose, Joo Seungchan glanced up at Lee Jeongrok.

Lee Jeongrok, covering his face with both hands, was trembling all over. Being given oral sex was relatively less humiliating than the other things he had endured, but it was the most repulsive feeling. He should have kicked Joo Seungchan away in disgust—he really should have—but Lee Jeongrok peeked down through his fingers. He made eye contact with Joo Seungchan.

“You dirty bastard.”

Lee Jeongrok spat the words out. His voice was trembling.

“You whore, you slut…”

Finding Lee Jeongrok murmuring the insults he had learned from him so adorable, Joo Seungchan almost came without even touching it. He wrapped his arms around Lee Jeongrok’s waist and pulled him closer. As he moved his head to pump the soft cock while keeping his mouth tightened, it slowly increased in volume. The sensation of the blood rushing to it, making it hot and firm, was felt intensely by the sensitive mucosal lining of his mouth and the delicate papillae of his tongue.