RB 42

“Sim Eunho-ssi, do you know what you’re making me do right now?”

“Hhhng, I’m sorry…”

Eunho answered while panting. He knew, but he couldn’t help it. Even now, the slow strokes sent bolts through his body. His hips jerked on their own.

“You’re not in your right mind.”

“Hhh, uh…”

“Just watch what’s happening. We’re not having sex right now.”

Yeorok spoke calmly as his hand moved.

Eunho forced his eyes open. The clean and flawless hand was holding his cock. Just seeing that was obscene enough to make him climax. The fast hand motions and the wet rubbing sound came back to him as heavy pleasure.

Yeorok stroked the shaft while rubbing the tip with his thumb. That must have been how he masturbated.

Each time Yeorok’s fingertip dug his narrow slit, Eunho’s head fell back. The firm chest behind him was supporting him. Eunho groped with his left hand and clutched the back of his arm.

“Haa, ah, Ch… Chairman.”

His panting breath grew louder. Eunho’s cock was close to exploding. The flesh twitched like it was convulsing.

“Do you feel like you’re about to cum?”

“Uh… yes.”

“And if I tell you to hold it?”

Yeorok cruelly squeezed the tip with his palm. When his release was forcibly suppressed, Eunho shook his head wildly. He was already at the limit. If he held it any longer, his cock felt like it might tear apart.

“Ah, haa, I can’t, hhhng.”

“Let’s see when you come to your senses later.”

With those words, Yeorok gripped his cock and quickened his pace. His relentless strokes made Eunho’s lower belly burn with tension. Then a hot wave surged out from the base.

The semen spilled out in thick white torrents. Because it had been so long since he last released, the amount was heavy, and the smell was strong. It spurted with such force that it even hit the tip of Yeorok’s nose.

Yeorok spread open his left hand. Seeing another man’s semen clumped there was striking. What surprised him more was that it didn’t disgust him much. Only the part on his face was troublesome, so he didn’t dare touch it.

He slowly let go and stood up. Freed from his grip, Eunho fell sideways. He looked completely drained, unable to even lift a finger.

“I’m the one who put in the effort, so why is Sim Eunho the one collapsing?”

“……”

No answer came. Eunho was on the verge of fainting, breathing ragged, he didn’t heard a word.

Yeorok laughed. It looked like he would have to handle the cleanup too.

A boy who needed this much care. But rather than trouble, it gave him satisfaction. It felt like Sim Eunho had passed a step.

“I’ll wash my hands, wait here.”

He left that short notice and walked into the bathroom.

His reflection in the mirror was ridiculous. He washed his hands clean under running water, scrubbing carefully with soap. He also wiped away the semen from his nose.

When he came back out, neat again, all he saw was the empty bed.

In the meantime, Sim Eunho had slipped away without a sound, leaving only the smell of semen.

Yeorok pushed back his damp bangs and slowly scraped his inner cheek with his tongue. His eyes on the empty bed carried venom that was unlike his usual self.

“This little…”

***

Since running away to the annex, Sim Eunho became a shut-in. He didn’t step a single foot outside, and he reacted nervously even to small noises around.

The reason was only one, because he had committed a mortal sin.

“What did you do wrong?”

“What? No?”

Eunho flinched at Seo Taehwa’s question. His attitude looked suspicious from any angle. Seo Taehwa narrowed his eyes.

“Then why do you keep checking outside? Is someone looking for you? Who? Choi Yeorok?”

“No! Why would I look for the Chairman!”

“If not, then fine, but you being that startled only makes me more suspicious.”

Eunho pretended to focus, holding his mechanical pencil again. His eyes were on the printout, but his head was elsewhere. He couldn’t hide how uneasy he felt.

“…Nothing happened.”

“Your face is all gloomy, and you keep holed up in here every day… If you’re stifled, should we take a short walk in the garden? It’s dark, so five minutes should be fine.”

Eunho shook his head repeatedly. Even then, when a dark shadow flickered outside the living room window, he flinched. He was so timid now that even tree shadows startled him.

Seo Taehwa furrowed his brow. What was wrong with him? It was impossible not to suspect something.

“What is it, you’re really suspi…huh?”

At that moment, the front door opened and the sound of familiar footsteps entered. Without even looking, Eunho knew the owner of those steps was Choi Yeorok. Seo Taehwa’s warm greeting confirmed it.

“What are you doing here at this hour? No call or anything.”

Seo Taehwa rushed to the door to greet the guest. Yeorok, now in slippers, scanned the annex inside.

“Where is Sim Eunho-ssi?”

“He is inside, we were just drinking tea and studying toge…”

Before he even finished speaking, Yeorok stepped immediately forward. His pace was fast, like a detective chasing a criminal.

But when he entered the dining room, only empty seats remained like last time. The printouts were scattered all over the floor, and the wooden chair was half turned.

Sim Eunho had run away again.

“Where did Eunho go? What, did he run out the back door? Crazy, did he go out without shoes right now?”

Seo Taehwa checked the utility room back door, which was left wide open, and muttered. He added to himself, like he couldn’t understand, that Eunho said he didn’t want to go for a walk but suddenly had a burst of energy.

Yeorok put his hand on the dining table and leaned to one side. Beyond the living room windows it was pitch black, so nothing of the garden could be seen. The runaway was quicker and slyer than expected.

“Interesting.”

Anyway, Sim Eunho couldn’t get out past the front gate, and this place was within his own boundary. Yeorok wondered how long he could keep avoiding him. And what he would say when they met again.

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‘Eunho-ya, can you do me a favor? Yeorok asked you to bring it quickly.’

‘Ah… hyung, my stomach hurts right now.’

‘Eunho-ya, Yeorok said let’s have dinner together, how about it?’

‘I just ate a snack… hyung, go ahead and eat.’

After that too, Eunho did his best to avoid Choi Yeorok. He thought since Yeorok was usually busy, there wouldn’t be many chances to run into him. But Yeorok went looking for him like a man who had made up his mind.

He was so careful that even Seo Taehwa started to notice something strange. When asked, “Did you do something wrong to Choi Yeorok?” he had no choice but to nod. Of course, the details were a secret.

“Ahh… I’m going crazy.”

Eunho buried himself in bed, thrashing around over his past mistake. Why did he do it? Even if he had been half out of his mind, it was something he should never have done.

He hadn’t known he was so vulnerable to sexual stimulation. He could never forget that experience no matter how much he tried. The intense stimulus beyond any action movie, the pleasure at climax, and the fact that it came from Choi Yeorok’s hand… it was maddening.

How could he face him again…?

For now he was somehow managing to avoid him, but it wasn’t something he could keep up forever. Each day felt like walking on thin ice. Wednesday was already right in front of him.

“…I’m scared.”

Eunho hugged the blanket tightly. Just thinking of facing Choi Yeorok made his heart feel like it would explode, not just from fear. The more time passed, the less confidence he had about meeting him. Feeling overwhelmed, he kicked at the bed with both legs.

As he struggled like that, the door suddenly opened without a knock. Eunho jerked his head up and his mouth fell wide open.

“Eek!”

“…That’s the worst reaction.”

Yeorok, holding the doorknob, lowered his eyes like he was fed up. He expected him to be startled, but not to make a face like he’d seen a ghost.

Meanwhile, Eunho had rolled off the bed and was crawling on the floor. With nowhere to run, he grabbed the blanket that had fallen with him and buried his face in it. Like an ostrich in danger hiding its head, he tried a hopeless kind of concealment.

Yeorok closed the door and walked toward him at a calm pace. He tapped Eunho’s waist, sticking out of the blanket, with the tip of his slipper.

“You’re really trying everything.”

“……”

“When it’s been a while, isn’t it polite to at least say hello?”

Eunho curled his toes. His reaction was sharp, but he still bowed his head under the blanket.

“Hel… hello.”

“I’m not fine though.”

Yeorok’s voice was lower than usual. Not only did he show he was displeased, but even his tone was uncharacteristically rough.

“I didn’t want to come into this room if I could help it… but Sim Eunho-ssi kept running so well that I had no choice.”

Ah, so he didn’t want to come because it was Choi Yunho’s room. Eunho slowly pulled the blanket off. His hair was messy from the commotion.

He cautiously raised his head. Facing Choi Yeorok’s smooth face, his breath caught. The unavoidable reality hit him.

This is bad… what do I do? Should I pretend I don’t remember?

Just then, Yeorok tilted his chin slowly.

“I can see you scheming.”