RB 43

Eunho’s arms and legs stiffened under his gaze. He felt caught in a trap, unable to move. There was no way to escape this.

Eunho decided to accept his situation. He straightened his back and knelt down. He looked up at Yeorok in a posture of complete submission. He looked like prey driven to the edge, full of fear.

“Chairman, are you… angry?”

“What do you think?”

“I think you are very angry….”

Yeorok sat down on the single sofa against the wall.

“You are quick-witted. That is why you kept running away.”

Yeorok let his gaze travel once around the room. He disliked the fact that this was Choi Yoonho’s bedroom, but it was a suitable place for a private talk.

“You begged me for help, and then you used me as a masturbation tool and ran off. What do you call that?”

Masturbation tool… Eunho closed his eyes at the crude words. He remembered clearly what he had done that day. He had no excuse.

He lowered his head deeper in guilt.

“I was wrong.”

“Why did you run away?”

“Because… it was too embarrassing.”

“I was the one who grabbed and stroked your cock. Who should feel more embarrassed?”

Eunho slowly lifted his head. He recalled that day in his mind.

“…I think it is me.”

Yeorok snorted in disbelief. He tilted his head and crooked a finger.

Eunho pushed off the floor and went closer. He put his hands together politely. For a moment he thought he looked like a pet dog rushing to its master’s call.

But Yeorok really was his master. Eunho should not disobey him or upset him. Seeing the tall man’s cold face, Eunho’s heart began to beat irregularly.

Yeorok rested his chin on his hand and stared straight at him. The longer the silence dragged, the more anxious Eunho felt.

“I didn’t think Sim Eunho-ssi would be this disobedient.”

“……”

“I am disappointed.”

The blood drained from Eunho’s face. He shook his head.

“No, I listen well.”

“I clearly told you to wait.”

“That….”

“On top of standing me up and avoiding me, there are plenty of things I could point out.”

“……”

Eunho felt his mouth go dry. But regretting changed nothing. Even if he went back, he would make the same choice.

After thinking, he held out his palms. His right hand was still wrapped in bandages. He had heard it would take more time for the flesh to heal.

Yeorok looked at the two hands stretched out toward him with narrowed eyes. He paused, wondering what that meant.

“You want your palms hit?”

“If you are going to punish me….”

Better to be punished physically than verbally. Eunho was used to being hit, but he had no defense against Yeorok’s harsh words.

Yeorok looked over his trembling fingers and pale face with a cold stare. He was too dumbfounded to even laugh.

“Do you even have a cane?”

“Ah….”

There was no tool. Eunho glanced around the room and came up with an idea.

“Should I bring a hanger?”

“Are you being good or being stupid?”

Yeorok muttered in annoyance. The severe tone made Eunho flinch.

“Because I did wrong….”

“You can’t even tell a joke apart and you hold out your palms. And they are already shredded and torn?”

Eunho could not answer. The face right in front of him was too cold. He could tell Yeorok was truly angry.

The hands he held out trembled. He must look pathetic. He held his stiff tongue and waited for the verdict.

“If you want to be hit that badly, I will do as you wish.”

Yeorok took off his watch and rolled up his sleeves. The serious posture made Eunho swallow hard. He was ready to endure anything. If only Yeorok’s anger would fade, he would accept a slap or a kick.

“Forget the palms. Let’s settle for five on the ass.”

“…What?”

The words left Eunho stunned. He stared blankly at Yeorok’s face, wondering if he had misheard. Then Yeorok grabbed his wrist and pulled him. The distance between them closed in an instant, and Eunho’s shorts were dragged halfway down. His butt was exposed, covered only by thin underwear.

Eunho stiffened and clutched the back of the sofa. Yeorok’s face was right in front of him. While Eunho was completely frozen, Yeorok’s cold eyes held a faint smile.

“Chairman, wait, just a moment….”

“I warn you, my hand is heavy.”

Slap–! The sound was crisp. Even through underwear it felt like bare flesh was hit.

Eunho froze in shock. Shame was nothing compared to the pain that brought tears to his eyes.

Slap-!

Yeorok’s big hand smacked Eunho’s butt again. Heat spread at the same time as a stinging pain spread. Eunho grabbed the sofa leather and barely swallowed a moan that tried to break out.

“Hng.”

“Does it hurt?”

A whisper brushed against his ear. Eunho nodded his head frantically.

“I told you my hand is heavy.”

Slap! Another blow came right after. Eunho, who had barely been holding on, lost his posture at some point and was almost buried against Yeorok. The hand that had been holding onto the backrest slipped down, and instead he grabbed Yeorok’s shirt hem in a sudden grip.

“Hng, ugh… it hurts too much.”

“It’s fine, your skin won’t split from this much.”

Yeorok rubbed Eunho’s butt gently. Heat came through the thin fabric. He hadn’t held back, so the flesh on his butt started swelling little by little. It would probably bruise by tomorrow.

Eunho’s legs trembled, showing that it really hurt. Small spasms even passed into Yeorok who was pressed against him.

“Sim Eunho-ssi, do you have a perverted side?”

Yeorok asked quietly. Eunho, with his forehead pressed against Yeorok’s shoulder, answered in a trembling voice, “What?”

“Did you get hard from being hit, or from me touching your butt?”

Eunho lowered his gaze in disbelief. Only then did he see that his cock was half raised.

Why is this happening? I must be crazy…! He raised his upper body in shock. Yeorok pulled Eunho’s waist as if it was nothing. Their bodies, which had been apart for a moment, pressed even closer than before.

“Whatever it is, there are two more left.”

Even the whisper at his ear was stimulating. Eunho’s shoulders trembled and he curled his fingers tighter.

Slap! Another crisp sound followed.

“Ah! Ngh!”

His posture had already collapsed long ago. One of Eunho’s knees slipped between Yeorok’s legs, and his face rested on the broad shoulder. Yeorok gave off a dizzyingly good scent. Every time Eunho breathed in, Choi Yeorok’s body smell clouded his head like a drug.

“Last one.”

Another slap came. When the harsh punishment ended, Yeorok rounded Eunho’s burning flesh with his palm. As he kneaded like massaging, Eunho’s waist began to tremble like he was convulsing.

“It can happen if you’re sensitive.”

Eunho bit his lower lip and nodded his head. The shame was unbearable. To hide the bulge, he quickly pulled up his shorts that had slid down to his thighs.

“So, do you remember what I taught you last time?”

“…Yes?”

“I asked if you can masturbate alone now.”

The voice that asked was so solemn that it was impossible to think it was a joke. Eunho forced himself to calm his shaking heart and barely nodded.

“Yes.”

“Go to the bathroom now and finish.”

“…Now?”

“Five minutes is enough, right?”

Yeorok picked up the watch he had taken off. He strapped it back on his wrist like it was nothing.

Eunho hesitated at the sight that looked like he was timing it. Even though the bathroom attached to the room was only ten steps away, his feet wouldn’t move easily.

“You’re relaxed?”

A cold voice came from behind him, and Eunho ran to the bathroom in a hurry. The click of the door lock was followed by silence in the room.

Yeorok leaned back on the sofa with a sneer. His shirt was all wrinkled from Eunho’s desperate grabbing, and his palm still felt hot. But when he recalled Eunho clinging to him desperately while being spanked, he felt unexpectedly relieved.

Yeorok opened and closed his slightly swollen hand, then turned his gaze back to the watch. He would have to see whether Eunho would complete the task within five minutes, or come asking for his help like last time.