RB 41

Both the one who asked the question and the one who heard it were equally shocked. In the brief silence, Eunho’s throat bobbed up and down. The gulping sound rang unusually loud.

Eunho leaned on his elbow and slowly raised his upper body. It didn’t feel right to keep lying down, so he sat up, but he didn’t dare look at Choi Yeorok. The one who had teased him was calm, yet Eunho hung his head like someone guilty.

“No… I did it, but only twice.”

“In a month?”

“…in total.”

Eunho pulled down the hem of his T-shirt that had ridden up to his stomach. He wanted to die of embarrassment. More than confessing his masturbation history in front of Choi Yeorok, what was unbearable was that he had gotten hard from his touch.

“That’s serious.”

The murmur from Yeorok stabbed into Eunho’s ears.

“If you were a high schooler, I’d understand. But twice in your whole life? Isn’t that too little?”

“I’ll take care of it myself. Chairman, please just leave.”

Eunho pushed him away again, desperate for him to step out.

But he wasn’t someone who would move just because of that. Yeorok instead shifted his hips and properly sat down on the bed. His chin was lifted arrogantly, tilting toward Eunho.

“Do it. Masturbate.”

“What?”

“You’re already hard. Do it. I want to see with my own eyes how clumsy and inexperienced you are.”

Eunho’s face went pale. He was so flustered that even his hands trembled.

“…How do I… do that?”

“You don’t know how? Or are you uncomfortable because it’s in front of me? If you want, I can call someone else in.”

It meant he would see him jerk off no matter what. Yeorok wasn’t considering Eunho’s trauma at all. If Ahn Jaehwan heard this conversation, he would faint.

But it wasn’t entirely nonsense. If Eunho was going to break down from trauma, it would have happened already when Yeorok touched his bare skin. The fact that he had gotten hard was a positive sign.

Yeorok was handling Sim Eunho’s trauma in his own way. Eunho seemed in a good mood from the drug, and the flow of conversation wasn’t bad. Even if this made him resent him later, Yeorok didn’t care.

“Do you need more time to prepare yourself?”

He crossed his legs, showing he could wait as long as needed. His gaze clung persistently to Eunho’s pants. From the bulge, it was clear it wasn’t going to subside anytime soon.

“Is this… also a test?”

Eunho barely opened his mouth. His trembling voice sounded like it could break at any moment.

“Let’s say it is.”

“If I can’t… do I also have to practice this?”

A faint smile crossed Yeorok’s face. Sim Eunho sometimes said words that hit right on the mark, whether he realized it or not.

“I’ll take into account your lack of experience. So stop stalling and do it.”

“……”

There was no more way to avoid it.

Eunho let out a trembling breath and lifted the hem of his T-shirt slightly. The waistband of his shorts clung tightly to his navel. The bulging outline was obvious, impossible to hide.

Thinking that Yeorok was seeing all of this made his vision blur. But it was even more unbearable that he had to do it right in front of him.

His hand slipped under the waistband, pulling down both shorts and underwear just enough. His hard cock, peeked out into view. Like his nipples, it was pale in color, and just like Sim Eunho himself, it trembled with tension.

Because Yeorok was watching, his body grew even stiffer. It felt like his heart would explode.

Eunho darted his anxious eyes to the side. Yeorok had been staring at his crotch the entire time. His gaze was calm, his expression indifferent, as though he was simply looking at any other part of the body.

“Do I really… have to do it?”

“Yes.”

Only after hearing the short reply did Eunho look down again. I don’t care anymore…

He always did everything he was told, but was it normal to expose his cock like this? His mind had long been a mess, tangled from nerves and the drug.

Eunho lowered his shorts and underwear just enough and carefully wrapped his left hand around the base. He tried to empty his mind and focus only on sensation. With a clumsy grip, he held the stiff shaft and moved his hand up and down.

Only the sound of skin rubbing echoed in the silence.

“…Hhh.”

Eunho lowered his red face.

Though his hand moved, it was painfully clumsy. Even though it was a simple back-and-forth motion, his touch faltered again and again. He was slow enough to make even the one watching feel frustrated. His skill at masturbation was poor.

Yeorok made no comment. He had already expected Sim Eunho to be clumsy. All he wanted was for him to grow a little more used to sexual acts, and to see how obediently he followed his words.

As time passed, Eunho’s breathing grew heavier and the sound of skin rubbing dragged on. His cock was red enough to look pitiful. If he had just left it alone, it would have gone down on its own even if uncomfortable, but because he kept fumbling with it clumsily, the erection wouldn’t subside.

“Hhh… it won’t come out.”

In the end, Eunho spoke with a trembling voice. He had rubbed so much that the skin stung. What little pre-cum came out only dribbled in drops, barely wetting the tip.

Yeorok tilted his head. His gaze moved up and down, comparing whether Eunho’s cheeks or cock was redder. Then he said in a flat voice.

“This isn’t something I can help with.”

“…Chairman.”

“It’s your own, so you take responsibility for it.”

He sounded disappointed. Eunho closed his eyes shut. Did he think this state was any better? Once he had started touching it, if he stopped halfway only discomfort would remain.

He ended up biting the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it into his mouth. His chest was left bare. Eunho remembered the heat he had felt earlier when his nipples were touched.

He began rubbing the part of his body that he had never touched except when washing. With his left hand he held his cock, with his bandaged hand he pressed on the little bump. That only made him more helpless. His fumbling act gave no satisfaction, it only made him feel wretched.

His motions to somehow reach climax looked almost pitiable. In Yeorok’s eyes, it wasn’t fondling but mere struggling. But he only watched, curious how far he would go.

At that moment, Eunho’s wet eyes turned toward him. The desperate look begging for help made him laugh.

“Why are you looking at me?”

Eunho opened his mouth. The shirt he had been biting slipped down, wet with saliva.

“This… it’s not working well. It feels different from before.”

“That’s because you’re clumsy.”

“Hhh, Chairman. Just once…”

“Just once what?”

“Please teach me.”

The voice he squeezed out sounded like it dug into his chest. Eunho hung his head low, groaning, he was on the verge of tears.

Yeorok looked out into the air and let out a small sigh.

It wasn’t as though tormenting someone was fun for him. But touching another man’s cock was another matter altogether. He now faced something he had never once considered in his life.

After long thought, he turned his upper body toward Eunho. His left arm went around Eunho’s back. From behind, he wrapped Eunho in an embrace and placed his own hand over Eunho’s. His large hand covered Eunho’s completely.

“Don’t grip so tight, loosen your hand a little.”

Eunho flinched at the whisper-like voice. But soon he relaxed his grip around his cock.

Yeorok guided his hand and moved it instead. Their joined hands went up and down together.

“I really end up trying all kinds of things because of you.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

Eunho shook his head, saying he didn’t know.

Was he even in his right mind? From the way his nape was hunched, it wouldn’t be strange if he fainted. Yeorok gave up waiting for an answer and moved his hand his own way.

His hand was big enough to wrap Eunho’s cock fully. His smooth fingers slid along the shaft and brushed the tip. When his index finger rubbed the frenulum, clear fluid spurted from the slit.

Eunho clapped his injured hand over his mouth. He almost moaned out loud.

“The reaction is definite.”

Yeorok spoke casually from behind. He had only touched the sensitive part, yet Sim Eunho leaked. The once dry skin soon turned slick, and the sound of rubbing grew thicker and wetter.

“Go slow upward, then squeeze hard here.”

He spoke in a flat tone, reminding him it was part of the training.

Yeorok made Eunho’s hand tighten and loosen at will. The hand that traveled up the shaft pressed down hard on the crown. His control was so skillful it made Eunho bite down desperately on his lip to stifle sound.

“I told you, if you use your hand like that you’ll hurt yourself.”

Yeorok scolded him sternly. “Put your hand down.” Eunho’s elbow trembled. In the end, the bandaged hand lowered quietly to the bed.

“Uhh, hhhng.”

No matter how hard he bit his lip, muffled sounds escaped. Eunho couldn’t believe the lewd voice was his own. His shame had already gone past the limit, and his head was mush, chasing only the stimulation.

His left hand soon forgot its role, slack and idle. He was too lost in the pleasure to keep control. In the end, his left hand dropped away, and the only one holding his cock was Choi Yeorok.

“……”

Yeorok lowered his eyes. No matter how it looked, he was now giving Sim Eunho a handjob. The absurdity left no room for laughter.

He stroked Eunho’s cock slowly, and asked.