RB 51

Eunho’s dazed state seemed to be contagious, this time Yeorok’s gaze turned confused. It was because he could not understand what he had just heard. No, maybe he understood, but his mind refused to accept it.

“What did you say?”

“…If I am going to sleep with someone, I want to sleep with the chairman.”

“Say it again.”

Yeorok asked once more. His face looked like he had been splashed with a bucket of water. The features that had always been so solid twisted into a savage distortion.

Eunho closed his eyes like he had given up. He could not take back the words he had already said. It was sincere, and also stubborn defiance. Transparent streams flowed down his face, already covered in tears and snot.

“…I want the chairman to be my partner.”

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“I tried my best. I gritted my teeth and endured just like you told me. But… what am I supposed to do if it doesn’t work?”

Eunho panted in short breaths, but he stubbornly continued to state his demand. When he lifted his big eyes, the drops welling from his tear glands rolled down his wet cheeks.

“You said you would grant what I wanted. I can’t even think of anyone else. So… ugh!”

In that moment, Eunho was yanked up by his collar. His shirt, already half undone, became more useless than clothing after the rough grab. But Yeorok held it tight and pulled.

Thrown against the wall, Eunho saw Yeorok step right up close and swallowed in fear. The breath he could not release sank down heavy in his chest. His body shook like an aspen tree. The person in front of him looked ready to explode. He could not even think of rebelling.

“Sim Eunho-ssi, how could you make a request like that to me? Do you think it is normal to tell someone to touch a person who has the face of his nephew?”

“…Chairman, you need me.”

“Yes, I need you. That’s why even in the middle of being so angry my eyes are turning over, I am still letting you off right now.”

His anger broke the words into pieces, but it was cold. Even then, his words were precise, and Yeorok’s rage carried into Eunho’s ears.

Eunho let out a trembling exhale. The spit he forced down pushed through his tightened throat. The hand on his collar pressed his nape, so neither breathing nor swallowing was easy.

But he had to speak. Eunho had no other way but to rely on this man.

“If you want something, you have to make the effort to get it.”

“……”

“I want you to share the suffering with me, Chairman.”

Yeorok narrowed his eyes fiercely. In that instant he leaned his upper body right against him. A dark shadow fell across Eunho’s face. The distance was so close he could not even see the face properly.

“So what you mean is, if you are going to lose your mind, then let’s lose it together.”

He murmured like he was talking to himself, Eunho’s collar was pulled. His head, which had been against the wall, dropped down, and a big hand grabbed the back of his head.

When Eunho tried to say something in reply, soft lips pressed onto his. While Eunho froze in shock, Yeorok twisted his head and pulled his hair. His face tilted up naturally, and then a tongue forced its way through the open teeth.

“Ugh, hhhm!”

It was more like he was venting his anger than a kiss. The collar gripped tight, the hair yanked rough, even the thigh pressed in to pin him down, it was hardly different from violence.

Yeorok’s tongue pushed in without mercy. He sucked at the stiff flesh that had frozen from tension. Whenever Eunho tried to turn away, Yeorok held his hair and forced his face back. Then, he bit down on Eunho’s lips until they hurt.

Inside Eunho’s mouth, their tongues tangled into a mash. Sometimes the twisted tongues scraped against a canine tooth, sending pain through him. The metallic taste of blood and the salty taste of tears mixed with the saliva flooding his mouth.

Eunho closed his eyes and accepted the fierce tongue. It was nothing like the kisses he had experienced with the others. There was no care, no restraint.

He was afraid, but the horrible memories that had haunted him did not rise up. Maybe it was because of Yeorok’s scent filling his lungs.

A man he could rely on completely, a man whose touch did not make him afraid, a man who would step together with him into an unforgivable sin. No matter how he thought about it, the only one Eunho could entrust his body to was Choi Yeorok.

Eunho grabbed Yeorok’s shoulder with his trembling hand. The built shoulder was solid, the shirt that fit him perfectly wrapped around it. Crumpling such a smooth shirt felt almost sacrilegious, but right now he felt like he would die if he did not hold onto something.

Eunho barely managed to open his mouth. With Yeorok sucking at his tongue without even letting him breathe, his face turned red from his neck up to his forehead. Even so, he did not push him away and he endured.

The heat naturally spread to the one whose lips were joined with his. Yeorok kept sucking his tongue like he was venting his rage, then suddenly realized Eunho was clinging to him. He laughed hollowly.

Yeorok slowly pulled his head back. The saliva stretched out like a thread, then broke. Even that sight drove him mad.

It felt just like he had committed incest with Choi Yoonho.

“Really… it works with me.”

Yeorok looked down quietly at Eunho, who was busy swallowing his short breath. His whole face was red. His rapid breathing still trembled faintly, but he did not look only frightened.

Haah, Yeorok bit down on his wet lips to hold back his rising emotions.

If it was to achieve his goal, he was willing to give up his body. But sex was a matter on a different level from helping with masturbation.

Getting aroused and getting hard at someone who looked exactly like his nephew was impossible. Even if he did get aroused, that would feel disgusting.

But no clear alternative came to mind. The more he thought about it, the more his head throbbed, and he could only grab his forehead. This kind of helplessness was one of the things Yeorok hated most.

“……”

In that time, Eunho bit down on his lips and calmed his mind by himself.

The kiss from earlier had been shocking to Eunho as well, but compared to the reaction of the man in front of him, it was minor. All he could do was keep his hands together and wait for whatever judgment came.

Yeorok covered his eyes with his hand and swallowed several breaths. His neat teeth bit into his lower lip. The pale surface of his lips looked ready to tear.

Yeorok let out a deep sigh and spoke.

“I can’t handle you, Sim Eunho-ssi, and you can’t handle me either.”

When he rubbed down his face once, his usual cold expression showed again.

“This is a path where we both destroy ourselves.”

“……”

“But… looking at your reaction, I don’t think there is another way.”

Eunho slowly lifted his eyelids. With his mind dulled from so much crying, it was hard to figure out what that meant.

Yeorok looked at the dazed Sim Eunho and loosened the knot of his tie. Even with the shirt collar slack, it still felt like something was choking his neck.

Yeorok fixed his dark eyes on Eunho. To stay sane, he had to erase Choi Yoonho’s face from that appearance as much as he could.

“Let’s try it.”

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From there, they got into the car and moved to another place.

All the way from the mansion to the officetel, Yeorok only held the steering wheel without saying a word. In the uncomfortable silence, Eunho just scratched at his nails while staring out the window.

The officetel he visited again after a long while still looked familiar, since he had come several times before. Eunho stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room and looked around the wide-open space. His gaze stopped where Yeorok was standing in front of the display cabinet.

He rubbed the bent back of his neck without much care. His eyes were unfocused, like someone lost in thought.

Soon he opened the glass door and pulled out a heavy bottle. It was bourbon whiskey with 50 percent alcohol.

“Sim Eunho-ssi.”

Even though Eunho had been watching him, he still flinched when he called his name. He stayed standing without an answer, but Yeorok picked up a glass like he had not expected a reply anyway.

“Are you going to drink?”

“Ah…”

“You can’t do something like this sober. Not you, not me.”

At his self-mocking words, Eunho held his breath for a while. Then when he exhaled, his legs also started to move.

Eunho slowly approached him and faced him. Yeorok, who was already drinking, pointed with a short jerk of his chin at the glass he had poured for Eunho.

“If you don’t want to drink, you don’t have to. Do what you want.”

“Chairman… are you going to drink a lot?”

“Shouldn’t I?”

Yeorok smiled briefly. He spoke half like he usually did, showing a smile and even mixing in informal speech. Even so, there was a strange distance between them. Probably because Yeorok was treating Eunho in a businesslike way.

Yeorok drank the strong alcohol like it was water. Eunho also lifted the glass to his lips. The sip he swallowed burned down his throat. Just one glass was enough to make him drunk.

Yeorok drank two glasses in a row. He set down the empty glass and rubbed his face slowly. His expressionless face looked only cold, with no sign of intoxication.

“I don’t think I can do it in that house, and I don’t want to use the main house either. To be honest, the things we’re going to do from now on are not things I’m fond of.”

“…Yes.”

“Use the officetel for a while, Sim Eunho-ssi. The security here is good, so as long as you don’t go out, you won’t run into anyone.”

He meant for Eunho to move his residence. The sudden notice made Eunho’s eyes widen.

“By myself?”

“I’ll come often. You said you wanted to sleep with me.”

Eunho swallowed. He had said it himself, but hearing it put so bluntly made him realize how explicit it sounded. He swallowed several times and forced down his shaking breath.

“Do you… have a plan?”