RB 63

He couldn’t spit it into that clean palm. After some hesitation, Eunho shallowed the semen.

Yeorok sneered. He stared down at Eunho’s vacant face and slowly reached out his hand.

“Ugh, C-Chairman.”

When his hand suddenly went inside Eunho’s pants, Eunho flinched and pulled back his waist in shock. But his cock was already caught.

“You looked like you were about to collapse, yet this was standing just fine.”

Yeorok’s hand wrapped around the cock and lazily rubbed it up and down. When the clipped nail scratched lightly his urethral opening, Eunho gasped and arched his back. Unlike his master who shrank away in fear, the cock that had been left neglected for so long responded to the sudden touch with eagerness and leaked precum in streams.

Yeorok didn’t stop there, he also cupped the balls and gently rolled them. His indifferent gaze stayed fixed on Eunho, who was so aroused that even his breath was uneven.

“You’re getting more sensitive.”

“Hngh, uuh, Ch-Chairman. Stop.”

“Do you want to do it yourself? You can go to the bathroom and finish it.”

When the grip around him loosened, Eunho instinctively grabbed his wrist. His waist betrayed him and moved on its own. His cock, stiff and upright, thrust repeatedly against Yeorok’s palm.

“Heuuh, mmm, uh.”

Eunho’s face ripened red, he looked like he was about to explode. Holding on to the hand that tried to pull away, and rubbing his cock against it was unbearably humiliating. But what could he do when his body moved on its own? Desperation drowned out the shame, and he kept thrusting his hips.

“……”

Without a word, Yeorok curled his fingers. When he gripped the hardened shaft tightly, Eunho’s cock spurted sticky fluid. He was still a man, his thrusts were heated.

“Sim Eunho-ssi really likes my hand.”

“Haa, nghh!”

“Doesn’t a man’s hand feel fine to you now?”

“No, huuh, no….”

Eunho shook his head with teary eyes. But if he looked at what he himself was doing, Yeorok’s words weren’t wrong.

At some point, Eunho even let go of Yeorok’s wrist and only braced himself on the sofa. When his own thrusts stopped, Yeorok took over and moved Eunho’s cock for him.

Yeorok’s touch wasn’t especially lewd. He only rubbed the sensitive spots with skill, but his hand was so big and smooth that to Eunho it felt like being seared by electricity.

“Hhuuh, mmph, hngh.”

Eunho bit his lips and tried to hold back moans. The quiet living room was filled with wet sounds. When he realized it was the sound of his cock’s precum rubbing against Yeorok’s palm, his head spun.

“Don’t bite your lips.”

Yeorok freed Eunho’s lower lip from his teeth. His smooth finger brushed the torn surface, then cupped Eunho’s chin. With nowhere else to look, Eunho raised his dim eyes to Yeorok.

“Haa, ha.”

Eunho unconsciously stared at his lips with longing.

Quick-witted Choi Yeorok could not have missed that look. But he didn’t kiss him.

It was only a kiss, yet the refusal stung and left Eunho sulky. The bitter taste that rose in the spit he swallowed pulled him back to his senses, and he shut his mouth tightly.

Even though he refused a kiss, Yeorok’s hand sped up. The harder he rubbed Eunho’s cock, the more heat gathered under his navel and the more his waist twitched. Eunho was pushed close to the edge and barely held onto the sofa.

“Hurry and cum, Eunho-ya.”

Yeorok whispered in his ear. The mix of breath and low voice made Eunho’s whole body freeze for a second. Then his head went blank and his hips tightened. A tingling like current ran from his core all the way to his toes.

“Ugh.”

Eunho spurted semen into his palm. The hot fluid was taken without waste, and Yeorok squeezed the shaft until the last drop came out. The overwhelming stimulation left him defenseless. Eunho clawed at the sofa leather and came breathless.

“Haa… ha….”

Slow, heavy breaths came from his mouth. After the long climax ended, his body slumped like someone drained. At some point, he had collapsed onto the sofa.

He heard movement beside him, but Eunho couldn’t lift a finger. Then came the sound of slippers on the floor and the bathroom door opening. It seemed Yeorok had gone to wash.

Eunho closed his eyes and tried to calm his restless mind. His lips burned and his mouth stung. But nothing hurt more than the mess inside him.

Did other people also feel this hollow when it was over?

There was no one to ask about such a secret act.

***

As soon as Yeorok returned to the mansion, he met Ahn Jaehwan. Jaehwan, who had been waiting in the first-floor study, still had a sour look. His gaze toward Yeorok wasn’t pleasant either.

“Why are you only here now? I’ve been waiting two hours.”

He immediately started complaining, but Yeorok walked without caring. The way he dropped onto the sofa only made him look exhausted.

Sweeping back his bangs, Yeorok said,

“My body’s only one, what can I do?”

“You said you arrived a while ago. Where did you go that you’re this late?”

Jaehwan asked, fishing. Thanks to asking Hong Namyeong, he already knew Yeorok was coming from the officetel.

Yeorok lifted his head slightly. His look said, you already know, so why ask.

“You’re not curious about my whereabouts.”

“You catch on annoyingly fast.”

“Even if you are, hold it in. I won’t say anything.”

Yeorok drew the line clearly. He felt ‎ headache coming, and he pressed his temple with his fingers. His body and mind were unsettled.

“Then why did you call me?”

“Bring me some medicine for mouth ulcers.”

“…What?”

Jaehwan asked back in disbelief. Mouth ulcer? Just a mouth ulcer? He clenched his fist and trembled, furious that he had been made to wait two hours for that.

“That kind of thing is everywhere at the pharmacy!”

“He’s doing pretty bad.”

“Who? Eunho-ssi?”

Yeorok gave no reply. It meant that when it came to Sim Eunho, he would stay silent no matter what questions were asked.

Ahn Jaehwan covered his chin with his palm and let out a long sigh. It was frustrating, but knowing Choi Yeorok’s character, he couldn’t keep prying. He gave up and got up from his seat.

“I’ll get you ointment and vitamins. Do you need anything else?”

“Sleeping pills, something strong.”

“…Do you really need to give even sleeping pills?”

“I need them.”

Yeorok leaned his heavy head against the sofa back. He wanted to clear his head with the help of medicine if necessary. He exhaled a weary breath.

His tired head turned toward Ahn Jaehwan.

“I’ll say it first, I don’t need counseling.”

“You never took it anyway.”

At those words, Yeorok let out a dry laugh. His half-open eyes looked languid.

“You were looking at me like I was some lunatic.”

“When did I….”

Jaehwan rubbed his neck without reason. He couldn’t deny it completely, so he looked away.

“You know. It’s true you overreacted about Eunho-ssi’s trauma, and that worried me a little… but what I put first above all is you, Choi Yeorok. I want you to succeed more than anyone else in what you planned.”

Ahn Jaehwan revealed his thoughts with difficulty. Even as he spoke, his ears flushed red in embarrassment.

“Not just me, Hong Namyeong and Seo Taehwa are the same. I just want you to know that.”

“Creepy, sounds like a love confession.”

“How is this a confession? You’re creepier!”

His disgusted tone made Yeorok show a faint smile. But even that withered quickly. He pressed his forehead, trying to erase the clutter in his head.

“Jaehwan-ah, just get me the sleeping pills.”

“Are you that tired? Do you want an IV drip?”

“No, just the pills are fine.”

Yeorok murmured with his eyes closed. In this state, even alcohol wouldn’t help much.

He had thought all along that as long as he could achieve his goal, he could endure any hardship. But being entangled so messily with Sim Eunho was harder than expected.

The problem was that face. He could put up with everything else, but sometimes when Eunho’s face overlapped with his nephew’s, it became unbearably painful.

How could he endure it? Was losing his mind the only way? The problem with no answer repeated like punishment.

***

Early in the morning, Secretary Hong came to the officetel. As always, he delivered a lunchbox, but this time he unexpectedly handed over a small shopping bag too.

“What is… this?”

“Medicine.”

Eunho stared at Secretary Hong blankly. He had eyes, of course he could see it was medicine…. Since he continued staring, Secretary Hong added his usual calm explanation.

“Apply it after eating. On the wound.”

He pointed to his own lips with his finger.

Ah, mouth ulcers. Feeling awkward, Eunho wetted his lips with his tongue. He had already been shocked looking in the mirror that morning. Because of dealing with Choi Yeorok last night, his lips were cracked all over.

When the memory of the night before came back, his face flushed suddenly. Eunho kept moistening his dry mouth and bowed his head.

“Thank you.”

“Say thanks to the Chairman. He prepared it.”

“…Ah, yes.”

“He’ll come by around 9 tonight. I’ll let you know if there’s any change.”

Secretary Hong said what he had to and left without delay.

By nature, he wasn’t very affectionate toward Eunho. Unlike Seo Taehwa and Ahn Jaehwan, who always worried over him, his attitude was different from the start. His number one was always Choi Yeorok.

Eunho had never thought of that as unfair. Sometimes, he even found Secretary Hong’s businesslike manner more comfortable.

He stared briefly at the front door as it shut with a thud, then opened the shopping bag again. There were ointment, painkillers, and plenty of vitamins inside.

The unexpected thoughtfulness made Eunho rub his chest. His heart was beating foolishly over just a bundle of medicine. He thought, I really am hopeless.

Eunho sighed and went into the bathroom, hugging the shopping bag with the ointment close.

A little later, a horrible scream came from the half-open bathroom. What Eunho had received wasn’t medicine but poison.

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As planned, Choi Yeorok came late at night. As soon as he arrived, he washed his hands clean and called for Eunho.

“…Yes.”

Eunho approached hesitantly. It was hard to tell whether it was because the embarrassing memory from the day before, or simply because he felt uneasy with Yeorok.

“Did you put on the medicine?”

“Yes. Ah… thank you for the ointment.”

Eunho gave his thanks belatedly. Yeorok tilted his chin as if he wasn’t interested.

“Open your mouth.”

“……”

When Eunho obediently opened, Yeorok gripped his chin and turned it this way and that, checking carefully. His torn lips had started to scab, but his tongue and the mucous lining still had large ulcers.

If anything, it looked worse than yesterday, with no sign of getting better. At this rate, eating would be hard, let alone kissing. Yeorok looked down at the face that seemed to have lost weight overnight.

“Are you sure you applied it properly?”

“Yes, I put it on twice. I also took the vitamins.”

“Bring the medicine. You have to apply it often to heal fast.”

Yeorok rolled up his sleeves. He clearly meant to apply it with his own hands. Eunho hesitated and shifted his eyes.

“…Right now?”

“Why? Is there a problem?”

“No, I’ll, I’ll go get it.”

The way he stuttered looked suspicious. Yeorok kept his eyes on Eunho, who ran quickly into the bathroom, then turned away.

While Yeorok was sitting on the sofa passing time, Eunho returned and shyly held out the ointment in his hand.

“Chairman… here.”

Yeorok’s cold eyes scanned the ointment in his palm. Three tubes of different size and color lay neatly side by side.

“One is missing.”

“……”

“Where’s the liquid one?”