RB 140

Yeorok pulled over Eunho’s hand, which had been draped over the bed. He wrapped the fingers, completely devoid of strength, around his own genitals. With his hand overlapping the fingers, he thrust harder. The dripping precum soaked Eunho’s slender fingers.

“Haa.”

A long breath escaped his lips. Yeorok felt not a shred of guilt masturbating against a sleeping man. On the contrary, he wanted to praise himself for not penetrating him.

He rubbed the glans between Eunho’s fingers, calloused from holding a mechanical pencil all day.

Ah, Yeorok let out a small moan. The sensation of rubbing against hard skin was quite intense, more than he had expected.

As he reached his limit, Yeorok slowly took steps on his knees. He stroked his penis in front of the docile face. The dark red flesh twitched, emitting a damp heat.

Saliva leaked from Eunho’s parted lips. Yeorok rested the glans on that soft, plump flesh. The sticky fluid flowing from the genitals trickled down the corners of Eunho’s mouth. It was difficult to distinguish between saliva and pre-ejaculate. They were all bodily fluids, so what did it matter? Even when conscious, they felt no hesitation in accepting and drinking each other’s fluids.

“Eunho, haa. Ngh!”

A white fluid burst from the twitching urethra. Even though this was his third ejaculation today alone, the semen was thick and viscous. The pale fluid splattered onto Eunho’s nose and eyebrows, and a considerable amount pooled in his mouth. After squeezing out every last drop, Yeorok finally let out a sigh of satisfaction.

His head tilted from the languor that followed the ejaculation. Even though it was a simulated act, it felt refreshing. He had always masturbated thinking of Eunho, but as expected, the satisfaction was different now that his partner was right in front of him.

Instead of wiping the semen off Eunho’s face, Yeorok spread it evenly. To think that Eunho, who was sleeping soundly without a care or worry, was covered in his own semen. It was a sight he would have to remember forever until the day he died.

“This should last me another two months.”

He imprinted the words in his mind so he wouldn’t forget. He would be able to sleep deeply tonight without sleeping pills. Yeorok’s lips curved softly. It was a smile beautiful enough to leave Eunho speechless if he had seen it.

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It was only early morning that Eunho opened his eyes. His head, now free from the effects of the medication, felt clear. He had slept soundly without waking up even once. It felt as though all the sleep he had been deprived of had been made up for.

Perhaps because it was close to dawn, the light streaming in through the window was bluish. Eunho sat up on the bed and straightened his stiff back. Then, still disheveled, he looked around.

He knew he had slept well, but somehow his memory felt like it cut off abruptly. Even though he hadn’t washed, his body felt fresh and dry, and his clothes had been changed.  Since he had fallen asleep while watching a movie, it was highly likely that Yeorok had taken care of him.

He sat there rubbing his sleepy eyes without much suspicion, when a fishy taste lingered in his mouth. Unable to figure out the reason, he was just smacking his dry lips when the bathroom door opened and Yeorok walked out.

“Good morning.”

Yeorok approached him half-naked and kissed him abruptly. It was too intense to be called a morning greeting. His tongue swept through the inside of Eunho’s mouth. The fishy taste that had confused Eunho vanished, replaced by the cold taste of toothpaste.

Eunho blinked slowly. Even though he had slept soundly, traces of drowsiness still clung to his face.

“Chairman… did I pass out yesterday?”

“As long as you slept well, that’s all that matters. How are you feeling? Are you feeling okay?”

Yeorok’s tone was so nonchalant that he couldn’t even feel anything suspicious.

Eunho replied that he was fine and stretched his legs out from under the bed. As soon as he got up, he stretched vigorously.

“Ah, I feel refreshed. I’m going to study hard today!”

Eunho smiled brightly. His early morning resolve was so innocent that Yeorok couldn’t help but smile along.

***

Due to the release from the previous night, Yeorok’s mood had also reached its peak. To what extent? He wore a smile all morning long.

He was a man whose default expression was a blank stare. Although his gaze was intangible, it felt like it was cutting through the skin, and whenever one met it head-on, it felt suffocating. The dazzling exterior of the young entrepreneur, heavily armed with perfection, was wrapped in a protective shield that made it difficult to approach first.

Lately, Choi Yeorok’s sensitivity had been beyond description. Even during brief meetings, he would run cold, causing everyone to keep a low profile. Yet today, however, he smiled generously. He even cracked jokes occasionally during the meeting. The executives of Haegang wondered what was going on and exchanged silent glances.

“You look well.”

After the morning meeting ended, Hong Namyeong quietly approached and spoke.

It wasn’t flattery; Yeorok’s face truly glowed. It was different from his past days, which had been desolate beyond mere sensitivity. With a radiance spreading across his already handsome face, even the assistant who had stood by his side for so long found himself repeatedly looking at Yeorok’s face.

“I ate something precious. It certainly worked.”

Yeorok replied calmly. It could have been a tonic, or it could have been a feast of delicacies. An answer with an unclear intent was open to interpretation.

However, Hong Namyeong took a deep breath, enough to make his shoulders heave.

“I don’t think I should ask what you ate.”

“I like that you’re quick-witted.”

Yeorok snorted. He, too, had no intention of recounting the details of the previous night. Holding his fountain pen, he gave a nod, and Hong Namyeong arranged the documents he had brought on the desk.

The contents of the documents were mostly tabloids. Rumors and gossip circulating in political and business circles. However, the tabloids Yeorok encountered were superior in both the quantity and quality of information. They were all high-purity facts, verified through secondary and tertiary checks.

The higher one rises, the more information one must possess. After all, one must know a great deal to gain the upper hand in strategic battles. Yeorok didn’t overlook this point. Thus, ever since he set foot in the business world, he had consistently gathered information from various quarters.

Feeling particularly good today, he was not bothered even as he skimmed through sordid affair stories, political heavyweights’ sponsorship activities, and the disgusting sexual preferences of others. You could glimpse his thoughts just by watching the fountain pen spin in his hand.

Then, suddenly, the fountain pen that had been spinning stopped. Yeorok’s gaze remained fixed on the last page. The final page of the report was always filled with details regarding Eunho’s personal affairs. It was the item Yeorok paid the most attention to and examined most carefully.

While it usually concluded with a single line stating “No changed,” today contained a fairly long passage. Hong Namyeong straightened his back as if he had anticipated this situation.

“Namyeong.”

“Yes.”

“I heard you finished the Fact Focus section last time.”

“Yes. But that reporter… seems to be getting greedy.”

“Too curious.”

Yeorok replied nonchalantly. However, his smile faded, and the temperature filling his surroundings plummeted. His good mood was fleeting. He had returned to his usual self.

Yeorok closed the cap of his fountain pen and threw all the collected documents into the shredder under the desk. With a vibrating sound, the stiff papers were shredded into formless dust.

“Contact the reporter and arrange a meeting. For the earliest possible schedule.”

“Are you saying you want to see him yourself? He’s just a reporter; you could have left it to me…”

Yeorok raised his eyes without replying. The quick-witted Hong Namyeong read his intention and kept his mouth shut.

It was a matter involving none other than Sim Eunho. It was an incident that touched Yeorok’s raw nerve.

***

The man could hardly let his guard down. It had been 30 minutes since he entered the Japanese restaurant. He had deliberately arrived early to try and control his mindset, but his mouth was parched to the bone, and he was already on his sixth glass of water.

The private room, where personal privacy was guaranteed, was immaculate no matter where he looked. The luxurious wooden lattice interior and soft lighting created an atmosphere of unparalleled calmness. However, to his eyes, it looked like a prison. How should he put it? It felt like being a prisoner locked in solitary confinement, awaiting his punishment.

“Haa… I’m so nervous.”

His hands kept sweating. He rubbed his palms, which were hanging under the table, against his pants. He wiped them so much that the area around his thighs had turned black with sweat.

As a reporter, he was sometimes treated to meals, but to think that the person he was dealing with was the head of a corporation? It was something he could never have even dreamed of. The reporter was a man of clear self-awareness. He was aware that something was seriously wrong with this meeting.

However, considering he was a reporter, wasn’t it rather pathetic to be this nervous? He tried hard to straighten his back and take a deep breath. A lump of saliva struck his throat. He had no choice but to reach for the glass of water again.

Just then, without warning, the door creaked open. Someone in a suit bowed respectfully toward the hallway. The man hurriedly braced himself on the floor and stood up. Choi Yeorok soon appeared, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.