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The second time, his hole opened more easily. So insertion itself was much smoother and less frightening. But whether it was easier overall was another matter. Even after ramming his cock-shaped weapon all the way into a hole just barely broken in, Jeong Mok still found it lacking and let his attention wander elsewhere.

With his wet tongue sharpened to a point, he scraped lightly at the tiny crevice on the tip of Haeri’s nipple.

“Uhh… ha.”

It tickled and sent shivers of electricity through him.

“S-stop that!”

He panicked and covered his nipples with his hands. Then Jeong Mok licked his tightly pressed lips and began rubbing him below. The fear that his overstretched hole might rip mixed with the strange pleasure to torment Haeri.

And yet he couldn’t only focus on his hole. Jeong Mok’s hard abs pressed clumsily against his cock, making him feel like he was going crazy. Either don’t touch it at all, or crush it properly. If it had been one or the other, he wouldn’t have been trembling like this.

His hole, his cock, and even his nipples, had been teased and then abandoned. Being left in this half-state made him feel like he was going insane.

Did he enjoy tormenting him? It made him angry and miserable. Then he asked himself if this was really something to be miserable about. But what could he do when he already was. He clenched his lips tight and furrowed his face, glaring resentfully at this two-faced man whose temper turned rotten only in bed.

“Why are you angry?”

Jeong Mok was quick to notice. He obviously knew the reason, but acted like he didn’t. Haeri wanted to smack that mouth making lazy sucking sounds.

“Do it properly.”

“I am doing it properly. Look, it’s all the way in.”

Jeong Mok lowered his hand and felt the spot where they were joined.

“Hyiik!”

At the new stimulus, Haeri flinched and thrashed. He stomped his heels against Jeong Mok’s back, but the man didn’t budge. Instead, he pulled back slightly, then shoved it deep again. His hard glans shifted and struck some spot inside.

“Ahh!”

Sparks burst before his eyes. Trembling, head thrown back, he was pulled into Jeong Mok’s tight embrace.

“So this is it.”

What was this…ahhh!

His thoughts cut off. Jeong Mok had fixed on that spot alone.

“You… you bastard… uahh! Hht! Ahh!”

Even as he cursed, Haeri clung to him.

The climax came quickly. Haeri spurted a small amount of precum, his body slackening under the still-unfamiliar drain of release. But his partner didn’t stop. He drove into the loosened hole with harsher thrusts, still battering that sensitive point. Haeri’s cock began to harden again.

“Uh… ahh. S, stop. Ahh… hhuup.”

His cock, now stiff again, bounced between Jeong Mok’s hard abs and his own flat belly. The second climax came quickly. At its limit, Haeri’s cock spurted a thin trickle of clear fluid. Almost at the same time, fortunately, Jeong Mok also reached his peak.

Pressing his forehead to Haeri’s cheek, he stiffened all over. The massive shaft inside him throbbed as it pumped out thick semen.

‘It’s finally over.’

Haeri blinked through his blurred vision in relief.

Jeong Mok, breathing just as roughly, rose slowly. The huge shaft slid out of him. He didn’t need to look to feel the gaping, twitching hole vividly. Air rushed in, making the inside feel strangely cool. He instinctively clenched to close it. Meanwhile, Jeong Mok tied off the heavy condom and tossed it out of the bed, then opened a fresh one.

“Why are you opening that?”

“To keep going.”

“Eh?”

The words were too kind for something so brutal, leaving Haeri wondering if he heard wrong. But Jeong Mok silently rolled the rubber sheath over his weapon again. Haeri lowered his eyes. He stared blankly at the lewd sight of the semen-slick shaft vanishing into the peeling condom.

But he just came. He came plenty. Then why was it still standing so stiff? Worse, it looked even bigger than before… ah.

“Uh… excuse me.”

Jeong Mok tilted his chin up, only his eyes rolling down. In that moment, Haeri was a rat in a trap.

“S-sir?”

“Hyung.”

“Hyung! Hyung! Hyung-nim! D-Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?”

With that smooth answer, a faint smile spread over his face. There was no chance to run, no room to back away. The bed villain crept closer, smirking slyly. Haeri’s heart pounded.

Damn, why were villains always handsome? Was seducing with looks even fair?

As their lips pressed together, Haeri’s thoughts stopped. A red warning light flashed, and only one phrase repeated in his head.

Save me.

***

For a week, Haeri was literally sucked dry. Dark circles sank under his eyes, his skin turned dull, and his movements resembled an old man with arthritis. Even when he slept, it didn’t feel like real sleep.

Meanwhile, the one who had sucked him dry radiated vitality from head to toe. His skin was smooth, and every smile made him dazzling. He was the one not sleeping, yet people who saw him asked if he had good news or was taking some amazing tonic.

“Beast. Pervert. Truly an exploitative boss. How can a human even do that.”

“I’ll control myself.”

“Don’t lie.”

He had said he would control himself or restrain himself a hundred times, and broke it a hundred times.

That very morning, Haeri had almost been caught again. If he hadn’t thrashed around and called for the black dog, he would probably be hooked up to another IV drip by now. It had gotten so bad that the nurse who came to set up his nutrition IV said there was nowhere left to stick a needle. She even scolded him, saying whatever the reason was, he needed to show restraint.

“Your credit is zero. Don’t come near me. If you touch me, I’ll report you.”

Haeri hugged the black dog like a shield and glared at Jeong Mok.

When the two of them went into a room, the dog ignored whatever sounds came out. He must have been trained that way. With a pervert like Jeong Mok, that was surely the case. But in the living room, the dog trailed Haeri closely and blocked Jeong Mok. With his size and strength, if he pushed with his head, even Jeong Mok had no choice but to be shoved back.

Despite saying his work was piling up and leaving early in the morning, the Vice Chairman of a major group always hurried home well before official quitting hours.

How did the company even run like this? Wasn’t it on the verge of collapse?

It was baffling, but there was no mention anywhere in economic news of the Hyeonsan Vice Chairman’s negligence or a Hyeonsan crisis. Instead, the commentary was that Vice Chairman Jeong Mok, the “surprise appointment,” was filling the void left by his predecessor, Choi Sangeon, the group heir.

At present, Jeong Mok was a hot topic in the financial world. Speculation spread that he might push out the Choi siblings, Sangeon and Jieon, and secure the position of group heir. Alongside this, articles about his personal life appeared. It was said his parents had died in a domestic accident when he was a child, but no details were available. Instead, more talk centered on whether this wealthy, handsome man currently had a partner.

The Vice Chairman who drew public fascination stripped off his clothes the moment he got home, without even catching his breath. And he did it deliberately in front of Haeri, slow and sexy like a strip-show model.

‘I have a boyfriend. But honestly, I’d sell the spot. Maybe for 10 billion won.’

Haeri wept inside. With good reason. He felt constantly on the verge of dying from sex.

“Stop right there. Take one more thing off and I’ll let the black dog bite you.”

Even just standing still, the man was plenty stimulating, but Haeri threw a harsh warning anyway.

“Can’t I even take off my clothes after coming home? How am I supposed to shower?”

Jeong Mok shamelessly asked in an aggrieved tone, as if there were no ulterior motive at all.

“Why do you have to take them off in front of me? There’s space by the bathroom for that. Do your strip show alone there in private.”

“You’re too much.”

“Too much, my ass. Get in there now, or I’ll go in and lock the door.”

He shouted, finger jabbing the air.

Jeong Mok, looking like a wronged man scolded without cause, picked up the shirt, vest, and tie he had dropped. Luxury goods that could give people heart attacks just from the price tags were clutched in a careless grip. He gazed at Haeri with his most pitiful expression.

“Isn’t there something like a credit recovery program? If I could, I’d reset my credit.”

“Do you think there is?”

Still unwilling to give up, he finally retreated to the room after Haeri actually deployed the black dog.

Haeri protected his ass by skipping lessons.

At first, teachers excused him, believing he was in pain. Later, they warned that if he kept skipping like this, they would replace the lessons with something else. Since they weren’t ordinary tutors who moved only for tuition fees, even Jeong Mok’s wealth couldn’t hold them back forever. When Professor Kim heard from another instructor that Haeri had been skipping for over a week, she even called personally to recommend hospitalization. Faced with the choice of being threatened by Jeong Mok or studying, Haeri decided studying was better.

There was at least one good outcome.

After days of IV drips for recovery, his bone healed very well. His cast was removed much sooner than expected. The metal pins inside remained, so he would need surgery later to remove them, but for now, just being free from the heavy cast made him feel like he could fly.