RB 72

“Ugh, hmm, uh.”

“…Haah.”

Moans and breaths of varying intensity filled the silent space.

After rubbing against his thigh for a while, it eventually sounded like he was being beaten with a club. Yeorok slammed down on his groin with a thud, collapsing his upper body and crushing Sim Eunho beneath him.

Semen dripped down his thigh. Eunho had also come, doubling the flow. After the climax, only exhausted breaths and a peculiar scent remained.

Yeorok slowly straightened his waist. As the heavy weight lifted, Eunho also slowly pushed himself up, leaning on the countertop. But the strength drained from his knees, and he collapsed back down.

Leaning against the hard wall of the island bar, barely catching his breath, Yeorok was already tucking his wet penis right in front of him. Eunho weakly lifted his eyes to look at his partner. Unlike himself, drained of energy, Yeorok looked as calm as before they started.

“I told you, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“……”

“Sim Eunho, you really should work on your stamina.”

He was implying that he shouldn’t collapse after just a simulated sexual act.

Eunho didn’t even have the energy to respond, just leaning his head back. But when Yeorok pulled out a few wet wipes to clean the soiled area, he reflexively reached out l.

“Chairman, give it to me. I’ll do it.”

“Put your pants on.”

The pack of wipes flew over with a cold rebuke. Eunho belatedly realized his pants and underwear were still tangled around his ankles.

“…….”

Eunho wiped between his legs with an embarrassed expression. Semen had dripped down to his calves. He had to keep pulling out wipes to clean it up. The embarrassment peaked when he wiped his damp groin and genitals.

It was when he lifted his hips and fumbled to pull his pants up.

“Sim Eunho-ssi.”

“…Yes?”

Yeorok had finished cleaning up and was standing in front of him. He stared down at the dazed Eunho for a while before speaking.

“We’re really doing it this weekend. Get yourself ready.”

His tone was so matter-of-fact it barely registered. Eunho asked, “Huh?” again.

“Make sure you thoroughly prepare and review beforehand. Use your free time to build up your stamina. Five days won’t be nearly enough.”

“……”

“Make sure you sleep in your own bed tonight.”

He lightly patted Eunho’s crown before leaving. Left alone, Eunho sat there for a moment, his mind blank.

So… he really is going to do it to me this weekend.

It was something that had to happen eventually. But now that a date was set, it hit him hard. His heart beat so hard he could hear it in his ears. 

Eunho cupped his flushed face and took a deep breath. How could he sleep like this? Probably not.

After that, Yeorok visited almost every day. What they did was mostly the same. Usually, they’d kiss, then he’d tease Eunho by twisting his nipples.

Since that last incident, he rarely came to this house and exposed himself. Instead, he often finished what he needed to do and retreated to the study.

Before leaving the officetel, Yeorok always left the same words. “Four days left.” “Three days left.” “Just two days now.” He persistently reminded Eunho of the D-Day, a cruel act that only added to the chaos in his mind.

And finally, the promised Saturday arrived.

Eunho sat on the sofa, constantly tugging at his pant legs. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous night. His total sleep over the past five days probably amounted to barely ten hours. Sleep deprivation had left dark circles under his eyes, and his eyeballs felt not just dry but stinging.

He had spent the entire day in this state, not knowing when Yeorok would arrive. Thirty minutes ago, Secretary Hong had sent a text, and since then, he had been on constant edge. If he’d been at the annex, Seo Taehwa or Ahn Jaehwan might have given him a sedative, but Eunho was enduring this agony alone.

The wall pad in the living room flashed, displaying a notification window.

Eunho’s head turned toward the arrival notification reflexively. His fists clenched tightly.

About five minutes later, a sound came from the front door lock. Yeorok appeared through the gap as the door swung open abruptly. Stepping inside the entrance, he naturally took off his shoes as usual. There was no trace of tension whatsoever in Choi Yeorok.

“What’s with your appearance?”

A cold question flew at him. Eunho glanced down at his own disheveled state. His clothes didn’t seem particularly worthy of criticism. It must be his face. He touched his eyes and admitted honestly.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“It’d be a problem if you fell asleep.”

“That won’t happen.”

Unless he passed out, but even now his heart felt like it would explode, how could sleep come in this situation? Eunho let out a trembling sigh.

Meanwhile, Yeorok entered the living room and took off the jacket he was wearing. The motions of adjusting his tie knot and unbuttoning his collar seemed casual, but to Eunho, the entire process looked like the flow leading to sex. His mouth kept burning.

“I brought the medicine for Sim Eunho-ssi.”

“…Huh?”

“He said you could take it if you needed it.”

Yeorok moved to the kitchen and pulled a small pill bottle from his pants pocket. The opaque plastic container resembled the sleeping pill bottle he’d once seen in the study.

Yeorok filled a glass halfway with bottled water and tossed a round, flat pill inside. The medication slowly sank, then began to fizz and dissolve. Small bubbles and foam rose in a frothy cloud, and the clear water quickly transformed into a strange, vivid color.

“Forcing someone who says no isn’t my style.”

He said as he handed over the glass.

If it were anyone else, maybe not, but since it was from Choi Yeorok, it was trustworthy. Eunho hesitated briefly before gulping down the dissolved liquid. Whether it was a sedative or an aphrodisiac, the truth was he needed help right now.

“……”

Surprisingly, it tasted sweet. A refreshing sensation lingered, somewhat like orange soda. But seeing the white residue clinging to the bottom of the glass made it real, the liquid contained drugs. Somehow, the effect seemed immediate too; he felt every single hair on his body stand on end.

Just then, Yeorok tilted his chin up slightly.

“Did you wash?”

“…Not yet.”

Eunho rolled his bloodshot eyes. He’d already searched the internet extensively after being told to thoroughly prepare and review. He knew exactly how to get ready. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Take your time. Relax.”

“……”

The answer didn’t come. As he remained frozen, Yeorok let out a short sigh.

“You wouldn’t actually expect me to do this for you too, right?”

Eunho came back to his senses. Choi Yeorok was the type who did what he said he would. He couldn’t possibly take that statement as a joke, and his legs began to inch backward.

“No! I can do it myself!”

“Then go wash up and come out.”

Unlike Eunho, who was horrified, Yeorok’s reaction was calm. Unbuttoning his shirt sleeves, he too started walking toward the bedroom.

“I’ll wash up and come out too. See you in the bedroom.”

Was this really someone about to have sex? Yeorok’s attitude was businesslike. Watching his receding back, Eunho exhaled a shaky breath. There was no way out now.

It took over thirty minutes just to get ready. By the time Eunho emerged from the bathroom, he was already exhausted. His legs felt like jelly as he barely made it to the bedroom.

Opening the door, he saw Yeorok leaning against the window. The sight of him in a bathrobe felt strangely unfamiliar. It also amplified Eunho’s tension like kindling.

He turned upon hearing the sound. Seeing Eunho, he raised his arched eyebrows. Yeorok snapped his fingers, beckoning him over.

“Why did you put your clothes back on? You’re just going to take them off anyway.”

Eunho had carefully put all his clothes back on. Despite spending a full thirty minutes scrubbing himself clean, his appearance was nowhere near ready for sex.

Yeorok casually slid his hand inside Eunho’s pants. The hand, moving boldly, paused briefly. He spoke, sounding surprised.

“You’re not wearing underwear?”

Yeorok pinched Eunho’s cheek, as if teasing him about the situation. Eunho groaned under the strong grip, burying his forehead into the shower gown.

“But it’s a hassle. Next time, either come out completely naked or wear the shower gown.”

“…Yes.”

“Raise your arms.”

Eunho raised both arms high. Yeorok flipped his T-shirt over his head with a swift tug. His shorts slid off effortlessly.

Perhaps it was the medication, but even standing naked before him, he felt no shame. Instead, he seemed intoxicated by a pleasant tension.

Eunho boldly placed his hand on Yeorok’s gown. Pulling the cord tied at the waist, the tightly fastened gown opened, revealing the body within.

“…….”

It was a beautiful body. The evenly sculpted muscles pulsed with vitality, and the ivory skin glowed with a lustrous sheen even in the darkness.

Though it wasn’t the first time Eunho had seen Yeorok’s genitals, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the space between his thighs.

After staring for a while, Yeorok gently cupped Eunho’s lower jaw. Warm lips and breath covered the face that obediently lifted up.

Even at the sudden kiss, Eunho showed no fear or surprise. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Yeorok’s shoulders and met his lips. This was the result of long practice and a habit ingrained in his body.

When Yeorok pulled away, Eunho stumbled back with him. But soon, blocked by the bed, Eunho collapsed onto it.

Yeorok placed one knee on the bed and gave a monotonous command.

“Get up there and lie down properly.”

Eunho propped himself up with his elbows and crawled up slowly. His gaze remained fixed solely on Yeorok. He watched and watched again, etching the sight into his memory. Yeorok leisurely pulled aside his robe and became naked like him.