RB 76

Bang!

Seo Taehwa threw open the door without knocking. An Jaehwan, who had been lazily reading a paper, looked up.

“Hey, you heard anything?”

“Like I would.”

His reply was as lazy as his posture. An Jaehwan turned his attention back to the paper. Seo Taehwa’s snort grew louder.

“Seriously, do you think this makes any sense? How long are we supposed to keep waiting?”

Seo Taehwa pounded his chest with his fist and ruffled his bangs. He seemed to be going crazy from the frustration of just waiting around. But Ahn Jaehwan only pushed up his slipping glasses.

“Just think of no news as good news.”

It was a somewhat obvious statement, but it also fit the current situation perfectly. In fact, Ahn Jaehwan was actually relieved by the lack of news. It meant Sim Eunho was overcoming his trauma well.

“You’re so carefree.”

Seo Taehwa, on the other hand, found this situation unfair. If he were to dissect his troubled feelings, half were worry for Eunho, and half were resentment at being excluded from the game Choi Yeorok had designed.

But he was one of Choi Yeorok’s closest aides. How could he be neglected to this extent? He hadn’t received any explanation for over three months. He was so irritated he was on the verge of exploding.

Seo Taehwa had always considered himself, if not Choi Yeorok’s right-hand man, at least his left-hand man in spirit. But what was this? Now he was stuck in a side building, practically a useless sack of barley. Being trusted by Choi Yeorok and being the first person he sought out had been his only solace, but at some point, that connection was cut off completely.

He had no clue what Choi Yeorok was scheming. Even if he grilled Hong Namyeong, that tight-lipped guy wouldn’t spill a word.

Seo Taehwa gripped the bangs he’d been sweeping up, staring into the empty space.

“…Should I call Choi Yeorok?”

“You have an excuse?”

“I can make one up.”

Ahn Jaehwan gave a dismissive nod, as if to say, go ahead. He was just as curious about the situation unfolding.

Seo Taehwa pulled out his phone. As he searched for the contact, he licked his dry lips. The moment he actually tried, his mouth felt like it was burning.

He took a deep breath and pressed the phone to his ear. The dial tone dragged on.

-Hello.

On the second try, the other party answered. The brief voice that flowed into his eardrum made his body react involuntarily. Seo Taehwa straightened his back.

“Uh, it’s me… Can we talk for a moment?”

-If it’s not urgent, later.

Despite it being their first call in a long time, Choi Yeorok responded coldly.

“It’s urgent.”

-Go ahead, then.

A sigh mixed with his voice reached him. From that moment, Seo Taehwa started thinking. He needed to find something to report. Something Choi Yeorok would actually care about.

Suddenly, a suitable excuse came to mind.

“Son Jinhyung keeps sending me DMs. He must have figured out I manage the SNS. He keeps pestering me to verify if it’s really Choi Yoonho. What should I do?”

-You should be able to handle that much yourself.

The tone was distinctly annoyed. Seo Taehwa moistened his dry lips again.

“That’s why I’m contacting you. I think I’ll have to post at least one selfie of Eunho. You know how persistent that bastard Son Jinhyung is, right? It’ll be hard to fool him without a recent photo.”

It was a decent enough excuse. Bolstered by this, Seo Taehwa subtly added another request.

“So, how about I come visit the officetel sometime? I could see Eunho’s face while I’m at it. It’s been quite a while since the officetel was cleaned, right? We should give it a good tidy up.”

-…….

Yeorok remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.

Seo Taehwa listened intently to the faint sounds coming from Yeorok’s phone speaker, waiting for permission. Pushing too hard was out of the question. Knowing him better than anyone, he baited him as casually as possible.

-I’ll think about the photos.

After a long pause, the reply came. He’d nearly lost patience waiting. Seo Taehwa exhaled softly.

-Sim Eunho is handling the cleaning, so don’t worry about it.

“No, still, ask Eunho about it. He loves the kimchi stew I make for him. It’s about time he craved it again.”

-…….

Silence continued after that. No matter how long he waited, no response came. Seo Taehwa checked his phone, wondering if the call had dropped. No, it was definitely still connected.

“Choi Yeorok, are you there?”

Seo Taehwa, straining to listen, heard a low, muffled sound. It was clearly Choi Yeorok, yet it was a sound he’d never heard before in his life.

“Where are you?”

-Officetel.

“Did you answer while sleeping?”

-It’s not really sleeping time.

Choi Yeorok’s voice sounded more languid than usual, tinged with a hint of laughter. It was clear he wasn’t fully focused on the call.

“Is Eunho… with you? What are you doing right now?”

At that moment, Yeorok tilted his chin slightly while holding the phone. His mesmerizing eyes stared straight ahead. Eunho’s face, flushed bright red, filled his vision.

“Sim Eunho?”

As Eunho heard his name, his waist jerked. The veins on the back of his hand, clenched tightly to stifle a moan, stood taut.

“Sim Eunho-ssi is busy right now.”

Yeorok lowered his gaze. Eunho had been eagerly swallowing his cock since earlier. Just a little more and it would be all the way down to the base like before, but since the call started, he’d stiffened like stone and wouldn’t move.

Why suddenly act demure when you were playing like a slut just now? Yeorok smacked his bare ass with his right hand.

 Eunho’s upper body, which had been struggling to hold on, collapsed immediately. Even then, the hand covering his mouth didn’t fall away; it stayed firmly in place.

Move.

Yeorok pursed his lips. Reading the silent command, Eunho frowned. You’ve grown a lot, Sim Eunho. Despite his insolent behavior, Yeorok only smiled slightly.

-What are you doing? Seriously, you’re not going to share? This is a bit much.

Seo Taehwa’s shrill voice still streamed from the phone. Yeorok listened half-heartedly while holding Eunho’s pelvic bone. Forcing him to sit down, his thin body convulsed briefly.

“It’s going smoothly, so stop nagging. If you’re curious about the situation, review the plan you organized. We’re proceeding according to schedule.”

His words to Seo Taehwa remained consistently indifferent. But his eyes alone were tinged with desire. Yeorok had no time to pay attention to the call, too busy watching Sim Eunho tightly close his eyes and wriggle his hips.

His slow pace was merely because he was distracted by Yeorok’s phone call; Eunho now knew how to pursue pleasure quite well. His nipples had darkened considerably, taking on a lewd appearance, and his back hole accepted the thick cock without any trouble.

The way he swayed his hips alone, intoxicated by the pleasurable sensations, was a stark contrast to three months ago. Yeorok leaned against the hard bed frame, looking at the result he had created with great satisfaction.

Seo Taehwa’s voice still rang out clearly from the phone.

 Photos, cleaning, all just pretense. The gist of the call was that he wanted them to share how the plan was progressing. Choi Yeorok knew that well enough.

“We’ll talk tomorrow when we meet.”

Yeorok answered curtly and hung up. He tossed the phone onto the bed and grabbed Eunho’s waist with his bare hands, pulling him close. Only then did Eunho’s hand, which had been covering his mouth, fall away. As their posture collapsed, Yeorok felt Eunho’s hot breath spill onto his forehead.

Yeorok bit down on Eunho’s chest as if punishing him. The thickened flesh around his chest bore bite marks that wouldn’t fade.

“I told you to move. What are you doing? Just wiggling your hips is all?”

“Mmm, you were on the phone… Uh-huh, I was worried you might hear.”

“Well, your moans are usually so loud anyway, Sim Eunho.”

Yeorok murmured something that sounded like praise, implying he’d done well to cover his mouth. As if repaying him, he gripped Eunho’s pelvic bone and rubbed the deeply embedded member against his insides.

“Haah, yeah, uhn!”

No need to hide it anymore; lewd moans filled the room. Without being told, Eunho started thrusting his hips. His skill at grinding was completely perfected.

How many times had they done this to get to this point?

Yeorok briefly reminisced about the past. They’d connected at least once every two or three days. When he’d offer to make coffee and start fidgeting, he’d slip under the sink and suck him off. Late at night, while Eunho studied diligently, he’d suck his nipples greedily from beside him.

It was the same when he worked in the study.

 While he reviewed documents, Sim Eunho would crawl between his legs as if it were his designated seat and suck his cock with utmost devotion. Then, Yeorok laying him on the desk and pounding him– he couldn’t even count how many times.

Now, condoms are scattered everywhere in the officetel, within easy reach. Ready for action anytime, anywhere.

Thanks to that, Eunho’s insides were perfectly stretched. 

Having taken his thick cock so often, he might find most other penises disappointing from now on.

Eunho arched his back, gripped his thighs with both hands, and ground relentlessly. With each jiggle of his plump buttocks, his cock was exposed and swallowed repeatedly.

Yeorok’s gaze traced the straight line of his neck and rested on Eunho’s flushed face. Eunho’s eyes were half-closed, his cheeks flushed crimson. Unable to swallow, saliva dripped from his open mouth. His face was drenched in excitement.

“Is it good?”

“Hah, hmm, good, it’s good.

 Ah… Inside, it’s too, haa.”

Unfiltered sounds poured out of Eunho’s mouth. It hurts, it’s deep, it tickles, I’m going to cum. Eunho, drenched in dopamine, tended to talk quite a bit.

Yeorok pulled his bent waist closer, pressing their upper bodies tightly together. Naturally, his arms wrapped around Yeorok’s shoulders. In that position, they continued their fierce coupling. As his member pounded against the tender inner walls, Eunho’s tremors grew uncontrollably.

“Mmm, ugh!”

With a moan that sounded almost like a death rattle, both waists stiffened rigidly. Between their tightly pressed bellies, Eunho’s freshly spilled semen was flowing. The same wave of pleasure was crashing through Eunho’s insides.

His body, now released from its rigid tension, slumped limply.

“You feel good even without the pills now.”

Yeorok whispered softly into the face resting on his shoulder. Eunho, who had been slumped like a wet cotton quilt, slowly lifted his head upon hearing those words.

“…Don’t tease me.”

A layer of sorrowful expression settled over his face, still lingering with the afterglow of excitement.

Sim Eunho had been deceived for a full two months. Worried he might become addicted to the pills, he had been splitting the ones Yeorok gave him into quarters.

When he claimed he’d finished even those and asked for more, Yeorok brought him the pills in their original packaging. The look on Sim Eunho’s face when he confirmed it was the same effervescent vitamin, identical in taste and form, was priceless.

Recalling that day, Yeorok laughed. Eunho frowned at the vibration transmitted through their connected bodies. But he lacked the strength to protest, letting his heavy head fall onto Yeorok’s shoulder.

“Sim Eunho-ssi.”

“…Yes.”

“Take a picture like that.”

A picture? Eunho, still dazed, took the phone first. Reaching over Yeorok’s shoulder to take a selfie, his broad back and his own face filled the screen. His face after sex looked so lewd and unfamiliar that even he felt embarrassed seeing it.

“How… do I take it?”

“You don’t need to show your whole face.”

Eunho buried his face partially in his shoulder, framing just his eyes and nose. His smooth back and his fingers were also in the shot. To anyone looking, they clearly looked like lovers who’d just been intimate.

“Give me the phone.”

While Yeorok checked the result, Eunho slowly sat up. He pulled out a tissue and wiped the semen from his own body and Yeorok’s stomach. All the while, his eyes kept following Yeorok and the phone.

“Do you like it?”

“I don’t know.”

It was an ambiguous answer. For someone who didn’t like it, Yeorok was staring intently at the photo.

He knelt and waited for a moment, but there was no request to take another shot. Sim Eunho carefully got out of bed to wash up and left the room.

“…….”

Yeorok, left behind on the bed, leaned his head back leisurely, deep in thought.

The photo Sim Eunho had taken was erotic, yet for some reason, he didn’t want to give it to Son Jinhyung. An unsettling feeling, its source unknown, smoldered at his feet.

“This isn’t funny.”

The reason was obvious. That bastard Son Jinhyung wouldn’t just look at this photo alone. It was clear he’d pass it around for others to critique. Since it was a photo revealing his body, he needed to be extra careful. He pressed the delete button without hesitation.

Yeorok tied the condom and tossed it into the trash can before kicking off the bed and standing up.

 The unease clung to him like a leech. His mind was filled only with the urge to immediately rid himself of this unpleasant feeling.

His footsteps headed out of the bedroom. Entering the bathroom, where the sound of running water filled the air, was an instinctive choice.

***

The next day, Yeorok summoned all his close aides to the mansion. It was a meeting disguised as a modest drinking gathering.

There, Yeorok reviewed the meticulously organized plan. He drew lines through the obscene words listed under each item.

[Kissing, Fellatio.]

This is ridiculous.

[Missionary, Cowgirl, Doggy Style, Sideways, Side Position.]

He drew lines through the names of various sex positions.

[69 position. Breath control.]

“Ah, this one’s still too soon.”

Yeorok circled that item. Seo Taehwa, who had been looking over his shoulder with his neck stretched out, looked up and stared at Yeorok.