RB 91

“Architect Alessandro Vitale put his heart into the design. Every item in our hotel is from Armand, even this water glass. It was quite a struggle to import them all by plane.”

“Oh my, how did you even manage to contact them?”

“Connections. That’s what business is, isn’t it?”

Hahaha, loud laughter echoed noisily through the air.

But Yeorok couldn’t hear any of it. No matter how noisy it was around him, he only stared down at the table. Mixing with others and showing a polished face was as easy as breathing for him, but right now he couldn’t control his expression at all.

Since that night, he had kept a perfect distance from Sim Eunho. He had hurt Eunho deeply enough to make recovery impossible, so it was natural that Eunho never came to him first.

He already knew that Sim Eunho was enduring each day in a depressed state. They just didn’t meet, but he heard about Eunho’s condition every day. Maybe he had pushed him away too quickly without thinking about the plan. He was worried. He was afraid Eunho might fail to stay faithful to his role.

Yeorok had also been invited to this party, but honestly, it was a place he didn’t have to attend. He had only come to check in case Sim Eunho, in his weakened state, might cause trouble. It was a very impulsive decision for someone like him.

Today was the day he had to show the perfect image of Choi Yoonho, and he had to steel his mind for it. Yet the Sim Eunho he saw with his own eyes had turned into a flawless Choi Yoonho. His worry now felt pointless.

Even so, why couldn’t he calm down? His stomach churned, and sticky sweat gathered in his palms. The unfamiliar anxiety was almost unbearable.

“Chairman Choi Yeorok.”

Someone placed a hand on his forearm and called him softly.

Yeorok, who had become extremely sensitive, instinctively slapped the hand away. He did it so roughly that even the table shook. The people around them flinched in surprise.

“Oh, my goodness.”

The other person reacted as if they were really startled. Yeorok realized in that instant how tense he was. He tried to compose his expression, but his heart was pounding. .

“Chairman, are you alright? Did something happen?”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you startled me. You were thinking so deeply that I wondered if something was bothering you.”

The person tried to smooth things over with a forced laugh, but Yeorok’s rigid expression didn’t soften. He opened and closed his hand, trying to calm himself, but in the end, he abruptly stood up.

“I’m not feeling well today. I should get going.”

“Thank you for coming even though you’re busy. Let’s have a meal together next time.”

“Yes, I’ll contact you.”

After exchanging polite farewells, he left the party without looking back. Once he stepped out of the crowded room and quickly passed through the lobby, his steps suddenly stopped.

A staircase covered with red carpet led down to the basement. At the entrance, a framed sign announced the temporary opening of a club. It was a place of indulgence that Yeorok had never paid attention to and never stepped into.

“……”

His lowered hand clenched tightly into a fist. If he went straight ahead, he would reach the exit, yet Yeorok turned and chose to go down the stairs. His pace was nearly a run, and his heart beat harder with each step.

“Hng, ahn! Huh!”

A man who had taken an aphrodisiac was acting lewdly in a way that didn’t fit his large body. Judging by his moaning, he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot. The man thrusting into him was sweating heavily, worn out from the effort, but he still glanced sideways from time to time to check the onlookers.

Eunho sipped his wine and watched their intercourse. He was the one who had ordered it, but his expression looked indifferent.

“I’ve seen something like that on TV before. A Chihuahua mating with a Doberman… Doesn’t it look similar?”

At that, Son Jinhyung laughed so hard he almost lost his breath. He had secretly taken something earlier too, and now he was high.

As the act continued, the mood in the room began to change. The men caught up in the sexual atmosphere started pairing off one by one. Even though the hotel was right above them, they began their foreplay here to satisfy their immediate urges. Some were greedily kissing, while others were masturbating alone.

With panting breaths, the staring eyes kept following. The one being watched for stimulation was Eunho. He indifferently looked at the man stroking his own penis. When their eyes met, the man grabbed his glans and immediately ejaculated thick semen.

“Premature bastard.”

Eunho muttered with a short laugh. He set down his empty wine glass and lay back on the sofa. Then, as if waiting for the chance, Son Jinhyung wrapped his arm around Eunho’s shoulders.

“Yoonho-ya, are you having fun?”

“Not really.”

“Want me to show you something interesting?”

Son Jinhyung’s warm breath tickled his ear as he whispered. It made the hairs on Eunho’s skin stand up.

“What is it?”

“I’ve got beads implanted.”

Beads? Where could that be…?

While Eunho was puzzled, Son Jinhyung placed one knee on the sofa and got up. Without being asked, he opened his pants zipper.

Eunho held his breath for a moment when he saw what Son Jinhyung took out.

“Tada!”

Even with Son Jinhyung’s playful tone, he couldn’t laugh along. His soft penis was uneven under the skin, like a club studded with lumps.

Eunho forced himself to stay calm, pretending not to be surprised. His throat was dry, and since his drink was gone, there was nothing to wet his mouth.

“It looks disgusting.”

He casually said and turned his gaze away, but Son Jinhyung grabbed Eunho’s chin and proudly showed off his penis.

“Hey, come on. You should admire it a bit more.”

The soft flesh gradually grew firm and stood upright. As it hardened, the skin stretched tighter and the outline of the beads became more distinct.

“The effect’s amazing. When I put it in, they start crying and moaning.”

“I’m a bit curious.”

Eunho tried as much as he could to become Choi Yoonho. He was disgusted, but he raised his hand toward the penis right in front of his face. He pretended to be interested and rubbed the precum gathered in the split tip with his index finger. The ugly-shaped penis quivered gladly.

Son Jinhyung grabbed his own cock and started to move it. His irregular breathing and the sound of skin rubbing together resounded loudly. While masturbating, he stared at Eunho’s lips.

“Ha, pretty one, open your mouth.”

“I don’t want to. It’s gross. It looks like a sea squirt.”

“Fuck, stick out your tongue. If you don’t, I’ll cum on your face.”

Son Jinhyung gritted his teeth. All the courtesy he had shown until now had only been for this act, he grabbed Eunho’s hair. The rough strength made Eunho’s eyes widen.

Among the group that supported Choi Yoonho, Son Jinhyung was different. He was one of the main members, and his family was powerful, so he treated Choi Yoonho however he wanted. Eunho knew it and had no way to refuse.

In the end, he released his strength and lay back on the sofa. Seeing his obedient demeanor, Son Jinhyung smiled and took a proper position. He placed both knees on the sofa and straightened his back.

He brought the dark red tip right in front of Eunho’s lips. A pungent smell wafted through the air, and Eunho swallowed secretly.

He had given countless blowjobs before. He wasn’t inexperienced anymore, and he was confident that his skill at fellatio was as good as Choi Yoonho’s. But it felt completely different from when he faced Choi Yeorok’s. The disgust made him want to vomit.

Eunho tried hard not to show it. He had to abandon all resistance. If he ruined things here, all his efforts until now would become useless.

When Eunho grabbed his waist and opened his mouth, the doorknob rattled, and the door shook. Someone outside seemed desperate to come in.

But the locked door couldn’t open. The knob turned several more times, then stopped.

The people watching the door thought it was nothing and lost interest. Instead, they began to move closer toward Son Jinhyung and Choi Yoonho.

Bang!

At that moment, the door shook with a loud sound. The doorknob broke, and the wood twisted. Through the open crack, Choi Yeorok appeared.

As the door opened, he threw the fire extinguisher he was holding onto the floor. His pale face was covered in sweat, and his chest under his shirt rose and fell quickly. It was unusual for Choi Yeorok to breathe roughly.

Yeorok silently scanned the room. The behavior of these crazed men was exactly what he had expected. They were all behaving lewdly without restraint.

“What’s that bastard?”

Son Jinhyung stood up at the sudden intruder. As his body separated from Eunho’s, Eunho also realized who it was. The moment he saw Choi Yeorok, he was so shocked that his eyes widened, and his expression froze.

When their eyes met, Yeorok’s face grew fiercer. He walked straight forward and pulled Eunho out from the middle of the crowd.

“Get out.”

The warning tone scraped against Eunho’s skin. Yeorok was angry.

He grabbed Eunho’s forearm and started to move. Dragged without realizing it, Eunho came to his senses and shook off the grip. Right now, he was not Sim Eunho but Choi Yoonho.

“Let go!”

When he turned around again, his collar was grabbed. The strong hand twisted the fabric and tightened with a force that couldn’t be shaken off.

“Didn’t you hear me tell you to come out?”

“Why should I! Let go of this! Let go! I said let go!”

Eunho shouted furiously, but Yeorok ignored him and continued walking. Struggling didn’t help. His strength was so great that Eunho’s legs scraped along the floor as he was dragged.

Eunho’s pupils widened. He was acting, but the expression of fear was real. He had no idea why Yeorok was doing this, and that uncertainty frightened him. His body stiffened by instinct, and he struggled to resist being dragged out.

The resistance looked real enough. Still caught by the collar, Eunho was dragged all the way to a distant bathroom.

Bang. The door closed.

As soon as Yeorok entered the bathroom, he opened every stall to check that no one was inside. Only after confirming the room was empty did he lock the door.

Then he pulled Eunho, who was leaning against the wall, and brought him to the sink. He turned on the warm water and roughly washed Eunho’s hands himself.

He had clearly seen those white hands holding Son Jinhyung’s cock just moments ago. If he could, he wanted to wash his own eyes too, to erase the image burned into them.