RB 55

Yeorok’s supervisory tone made Eunho swallow his ragged breath. He did not stall anymore and wrapped his left hand around his cock. It was still soft flesh, but he rubbed, trying to give it some stimulation.

With the effort, Eunho’s cock slowly gained hardness. It rose into shape, and the tip reddened as sticky fluid began to leak. His movements grew more practiced than before, and outwardly it finally looked like proper masturbation.

Fap– fap, the sound of wet flesh being rubbed did not stop.

“Hhh….”

Eunho furrowed his brow and kept stroking his cock. The only stimulation was the friction with his palm. The act felt less erotic than punishing. It was like he was being disciplined, but to ejaculate he clenched his teeth and forced himself to keep going.

Yeorok watched silently, then twisted his upper body. He wet his fingertips with spit and rubbed Eunho’s nipple. Eunho’s straight shoulders jerked instantly.

Sim Eunho’s nipples were extremely sensitive, just as before. A sudden leak of precum smeared over the glans hood and his fingers. Thanks to the slippery fluid, his hand moved easily, and the sound of wet flesh grew filthier.

“Haa, ugh, hhng.”

As he sped up, moans slipped out between Eunho’s teeth. Now he was no longer moving because he was told to, but because he was chasing his own arousal.

“Spread your knees wider.”

He heard ‎ col voice amidst his rough breathing and the obscene friction sounds.

Eunho panted as he opened his legs wider. With his hands propped on the bed supporting his torso, his spread crotch looked utterly obscene.

Unable to face his exposed shame, Eunho closed his eyes tight. But even while he trembled, his hand on his cock moved busily.

Watching him pile up sensation, Yeorok rubbed Eunho’s nipples more, like a reward. His smooth fingertips circled the heated flesh, and Eunho could not hold back from tilting his head back.

“Haa, ah!”

“Wasn’t Sim Eunho-ssi’s only strength that he obeys and stays diligent?”

“Ah, hhng.”

“Don’t show shame in front of me. I don’t want this either.”

Yeorok pinched and twisted the stiff buds, then rubbed them again. His eyes, looking at the aroused Eunho, stayed completely dry.

A body that looked like his nephew’s, and a man besides.

There was no condition here for Yeorok to feel arousal. Instead, his head cooled and his mouth turned bitter. Even so, his hand kept moving crudely.

It was no different from when he had helped Eunho masturbate before. Then as now, the task was simply to teach clumsy Shim Eunho how to feel pleasure. Until the day came when he, like Choi Yoonho, could spread his own legs and rut his hips wildly.

When Yeorok scratched and twisted the swollen nipples with his nails, Eunho’s bent neck trembled. His taut neck muscles strained as if they would snap. Feeling so much from this, yet turning pale if anyone else’s hand touched him, was ridiculous.

Being swayed by someone else was a first in Choi Yeorok’s life. He let it happen only because it had value, but he had no thought of being dragged along blindly.

“I can’t see. Open your legs wider.”

The criticism came again without fail. Eunho forced apart his knees, baring himself completely.

He knew how perverse the act was, but his shame had long since flown away. Heat filled his head, melting him through.

“Hhh, Ch-chairman. Uhhng.”

He even called for Yeorok in desperation, with no reason, as if it were just another moan.

The mindless sounds Eunho let out were unlike the ones shown Choi Yoonho’s videos. His voice was rougher, huskier, the sound of a Eunho ignorant of arousal. That made Yeorok’s guard soften a little.

Yeorok cupped Eunho’s trembling nape and buried his lips there. He bit the thin skin and licked it wet, watching Eunho’s reaction carefully.

Eunho, fully aroused now, no longer showed resistance. On the contrary, his moans grew louder whenever Yeorok’s tongue touched him.

“Haa, hhuh.”

Slurp, smack, the wet tongue ran across his neck as sucking sounds filled the air. Eunho’s chest heaved. His cock flushed red and his thighs hardened like stone.

“Uh, ngh!”

Semen spurted out from the tip clenched in his fist. As sticky fluid gushed from the slit, Yeorok pulled Eunho’s face to his and kissed him. The hot breath spilling out of him seared, and the spit in his mouth boiled the same.

Eunho, drained of strength, gave his tongue and lips entirely. The kiss, delivered like a reward, was soft enough to bring tears. His weakened upper body fell back.

Eunho lay back on the bed, receiving Yeorok’s kiss. The endlessly slow and gentle touch blurred his mind. His eyelids closed, and his tongue lost its strength.

Eunho fell asleep like that. Yeorok only lifted his head when Eunho’s tongue had gone slack completely. Looking down at Eunho lying naked in his bed, countless thoughts crowded Yeorok again.

“……”

Yeorok closed his eyes for a while and sorted through his tangled thoughts.

How far could he really go with this boy? He asked himself again and again if he had the nerve to sleep with him.

In the end, it was a meaningless question. In the present situation, the only choice was to erase his thoughts and hand himself over to instinct. He could only hope that the perfectionism that sometimes felt like shackles would guide him through.

He got up from the bed and prepared to leave. Yeorok picked up the jacket that had been left on the bed and covered Eunho’s lower body with it, then walked out of the room without regret.

In the bedroom he left behind, the fresh scent of dawn air and the fishy smell of semen mixed chaotically. Added to that was Eunho’s breathing.

The complicated night came to an end.

Yeorok went down to the underground parking lot and got into the car.

Secretary Hong, who was in the driver’s seat, quietly glanced at the rearview mirror to read the air in the back seat. Yeorok’s face looked twisted in the flat glass.

Secretary Hong held and released the wheel repeatedly. Normally, it was best to keep quiet at times like this, but his throat kept itching.

“…Are you alright, sir?”

In the end, he couldn’t hold back. Yeorok laughed from the back.

“What do you think?”

“I don’t think you’ll last long.”

“Yeah, it’s not easy.”

Yeorok pressed on his brow with his fingers. Under the shadow of his palm, the skin around his eyes grew darker.

Sim Eunho’s problem had left him mentally drained lately. Even for Yeorok, who had no real hesitation about sexual acts, this matter gnawed at his nerves.

If it was for his goal, he could hold a body he felt nothing for. But if that face was the same as Choi Yoonho’s, it was a different matter. Right now Yeorok was straining to suppress himself.

“Wouldn’t it be better to stop at some point?”

“To stop, you say.”

Yeorok answered without interest and rested his arm against the window. Dim light from outside poured over his face. Shadows deepened his features, making them look severe than usual.

“So you’re saying until then there’s no other answer but this.”

With the hand he had resting on the car window, Yeorok rubbed his forehead. Suddenly, in his crowded thoughts, he recalled the sight of Eunho struggling just as hard.

Sim Eunho was surprisingly sensitive, and not completely lacking in sexual desire. His clumsiness came from inexperience. The problem was the deep-seated trauma that made resistance surge up from time to time.

But with enough time, he thought it could be overcome. Yeorok knew that Eunho feared being hated by him more than the trauma itself. Hadn’t he seen with his own eyes how Eunho endured because of that?

“I think Sim Eunho likes me. But he denies it.”

“……”

“That’s why I feel like I’m the only one who can do this.”

It was the clearest and most effective method. In fact, it was the only method. Right now, the only person Eunho could accept was him.

“Clear an hour a day in the schedule. Morning or afternoon, doesn’t matter.”

“Even in daylight, is that alright?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

A sigh escaped Yeorok’s mouth. Using someone’s feelings was nothing new to him, but for some reason it made his head heavy.

“We both have to hold on without going insane.”

“If it’s too much… I can take your place.”

“If Sim Eunho heard that, he’d faint.”

Yeorok laughed out loud, which was rare. Even that turned into a sigh.

“There’s a sure method, but I’m not stupid enough to turn back now.”

Yeorok murmured with his eyes closed. His face, having organizing his thoughts, looked calmer, but his voice still sounded weary.

He straightened his tired body and leaned against the leather seat. He even folded his arms as if he was about to sleep. Soon, the sedan pulled out of the underground parking lot and merged into the line of cars on the road.

The dense forest of buildings, the streetlamps, the headlights all shone over Yeorok’s face in a dazzling mix. But despite the flood of colors, his face only looked weary. For Yeorok, it had become his permanent expression.