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#3 Years, Enough Time to Become Numb
Despite Chairman Jeong’s pressure, Hayun didn’t flinch. Moving all the affiliates meant having that much control. It was only possible if one accurately understood the situation of all affiliates. Currently, only Jeong Hayun had that level of capability. Pushing out Jeong Hayun meant giving up businesses worth tens of trillions. Jeong Hayun knew this fact all too well.
“I will definitely win this project without Congressman Choi Min-guk’s help,” Hayun declared.
“So please stop involving Dawoon anymore.”
That was all he wanted. Chairman Jeong let out a heavy sigh. He couldn’t understand why Jeong Hayun always went this far for Jeong Dawoon.
“Eventually, both you and Dawoon won’t be able to avoid a political marriage anyway.”
Even to the statement that they were just delaying the inevitable, Hayun remained unfazed.
“You’re so old-fashioned,” he said, dismissing the idea of political marriage entirely.
Chairman Jeong frowned at Hayun’s words.
“Don’t worry about the group’s affairs. I’ll lead it well. Better than you expect, Chairman.”
He meant there was no need to push for a political marriage based on business performance.
“Save your arrogance for after it’s confirmed,” the Chairman said.
The government approval hadn’t come through yet. Once again, Hayun just smiled in response.
A month later, the government confirmed Haedo Group as the main partner for the Saudi Arabia project. With over 70% of the project in Haedo’s hands, there were rumors that the chaebol rankings would change.
Jeong Seo-in was furious about being overtaken by her nephew. Yet she consoled herself that Hayun’s total group shares were still less than Chairman Jeong’s, so he couldn’t act recklessly.
However, two weeks later, Chairman Jeong discovered that Hayun had bought large amounts of stock in each affiliate. The stocks bought before the government announcement skyrocketed several times after the announcement. Chairman Jeong immediately realized that when combined with the shares Jeong Dawoon and Jeong Haram inherited from Jeong Seo-hoo, which Hayun had proxy rights over, he already had more shares than himself.
In terms of both shareholding and support from affiliate presidents, Chairman Jeong could no longer overwhelm Jeong Hayun.
***
As Dawoon turned off the shower, the remaining water droplets fell with a plop, plop. He only lifted his head after watching the water droplets scatter on the floor and completely stop. He took out a large towel, wiped the moisture off his body, and roughly shook his hair. He didn’t care much about going out with wet hair, even though it would lead to nagging.
Instead of the pajamas he had left aside, he put on the bathrobe hanging in the powder room connected to the bathroom. After loosely tying the belt, the middle kept opening up, revealing everything inside when he moved. He started to fix it properly but gave up. It seemed pointless to put effort into something that would soon be taken off anyway.
As he came out of the powder room, Hayun, who was sitting at a small table next to the bed checking something on a tablet PC, looked up. His gaze slowly swept up from Dawoon’s feet. When it reached the top of his head and saw water droplets still falling from his hair tips, he slightly furrowed his brow.
“Come here,” he gestured.
Dawoon silently approached right in front of him. Hayun stood up, picking up a towel he had placed on the table. Dawoon inwardly laughed at the preparedness, as if he had anticipated Dawoon coming out like this.
It’s annoying how well he knows me.
He hated how Hayun always seemed to move one step ahead, anticipating his every action. There was a time when he was touched by this thoughtfulness, but now it just felt like another way to suffocate him.
As Hayun tried to dry his hair again with the towel, Dawoon tilted his head to avoid his hand.
“It’s fine. It’ll dry soon enough if left alone.”
Instead, Dawoon pushed Hayun’s chest, making him sit on the edge of the bed. Hayun looked up at Dawoon. His quiet gaze made Dawoon’s skin prickle.
Familiarity was a terrifying thing. His body reacted to Hayun’s every glance, regardless of his own will.
Taking a small breath, Dawoon straddled Hayun’s lap. Hayun’s hands naturally came around to rest on Dawoon’s lower back. Bracing himself on Hayun’s shoulders, Dawoon leaned in. Hayun watched Dawoon’s actions without blinking.
Just before their lips met, Dawoon slightly turned his head. Hayun swallowed dryly, as if disappointed. Dawoon brought his lips to Hayun’s ear instead.
“Make it quick. I have to leave early tomorrow.”
Hayun chuckled at the quiet, terribly calm tone.
“It’s been two weeks. That’s harsh.”
Dawoon swallowed a bitter smile at the reproachful words. It had indeed been two weeks. Two weeks ago, Hayun had left for a business trip to Saudi Arabia and returned today.
“That’s rich coming from someone who did two weeks’ worth before leaving,” Dawoon retorted.
It was true. Using the excuse of being away for two weeks, Hayun had taken Dawoon longer and more roughly than usual before he left. It was the first time since their first night together that Dawoon couldn’t get up the next day. He had laughed wryly, truly understanding what it meant to feel sore all over.
Even when they weren’t on business trips, living in the same house, there were times when they didn’t have relations for over two weeks depending on their situations. Why wasn’t there a need to make up for lost time then? In the end, it wasn’t about the frequency of sex. It was the difference between being able to see each other in person or not. It was ridiculous to try to fill that gap with sex.
“You’ve changed a lot,” Hayun murmured as he untied Dawoon’s bathrobe belt.
The loosened robe easily separated from his body and fell to the floor. As Hayun’s hands touched his bare skin, Dawoon’s body involuntarily trembled. It wasn’t out of fear or tension. His body, too accustomed to the pleasure Hayun gave, was reacting on its own.
“You even know how to climb on top like this now.”
Dawoon frowned at the following words. He had indeed straddled Hayun’s lap, but he didn’t expect it to be described as “climbing on top.”
“If you don’t like it, we can stop.”
As Dawoon tried to get off, the arm around his waist tightened firmly. At the same time, the other hand caressed his buttocks and brushed deep inside. A short moan escaped, and a smile played on Hayun’s lips.
His fingers pressed against the wrinkled entrance. Even with just that, Dawoon’s rear twitched.
“You sure you haven’t touched yourself?”
Dawoon was momentarily confused by the question before belatedly realizing the implication and frowned. As if anyone other than Jeong Hayun would touch him. He wanted to retort sarcastically but bit the inside of his lip instead. If he didn’t, he felt like moans would keep escaping.
“Here, it opens up so easily,” Hayun said as one of his fingers easily pushed inside.
“That’s because you… ngh!”
Dawoon wanted to snap back that it was obviously because Hayun had applied plenty of lube beforehand, but as the intruding finger scraped against his inner walls, his hips jerked up. Reflexively, he wrapped his arms around Hayun’s neck and rested his head on his shoulder. Heat spread rapidly throughout his body from below.
“Is it because you’re used to it?” Hayun whispered, nibbling on Dawoon’s earlobe.
Meanwhile, squelching sounds continued from below. The single finger became two without warning. There was pressure, but no pain. As Hayun said, his body had truly become accustomed to Jeong Hayun.
Three years is enough time to get used to it. Isn’t that enough time for even a dog at a Seodang to learn poetry?
Despite his self-deprecating thoughts, increasingly ragged breaths escaped between his lips. Every time the fingers pushed in deeply and pulled out, he felt desperate.
He reached down to undo Hayun’s belt.
“Hurry…”
As he rubbed his face against Hayun’s neck and pleaded, he heard a soft chuckle. Hayun briefly had Dawoon raise his knees, then pulled down his own pants and underwear.
“Put it in yourself. You can do it, right?”
Dawoon could feel Hayun’s fully erect dick against his inner thigh. Every time it brushed against him, he flinched nervously.
“Slowly…” Hayun reached out to caress Dawoon’s nape. The coaxing tone made Dawoon’s heart flutter. His insides were already throbbing. His body, remembering how that weapon-like organ filled and stirred him up, was eagerly waiting for him.
There was no self-loathing or sense of sin left. Three years was enough time for all those emotions to be worn away. He had long given up counting how many times he had been taken by Jeong Hayun, how many times he had reached climax crying out beneath him.
He aligned himself over Hayun’s dick and slowly lowered himself. As the thoroughly wet entrance met the tip, it couldn’t find its way in immediately, instead slipping and rubbing against the opening.
Haa… A deep breath rushed out between Dawoon’s lips. The inside of his buttocks itched unbearably. Dark desire gradually invaded his mind, hoping it would be properly inserted soon.
He reached down to grasp Hayun’s dick, eliciting a short gasp from him. Holding it still, he properly aligned it with his entrance. Slowly relaxing his body to sit down, he felt himself spreading open vividly.
