The man was stroking himself like an animal, wild with excitement. The hall was packed with people who looked ready to pounce on him at any moment. Now he understood why the previous leader had killed himself rather than endure this. The weight of their gazes was unbearable.
When Jiwon stopped moaning and panted, trembling, Kim Seonghee whispered a warning in his ear.
“Focus on me.”
“Hngh……!”
“Do you have the luxury of thinking about anything else?”
Kim Seonghee thrust deep as he spoke. The wet, squelching sounds of their coupling filled the air, white foam bubbling out from between them.
“Hngh.”
Feeling his climax approaching, Kim Seonghee pulled out. He tapped Jiwon’s dazed face with his cock, then came all over it. The sight of Jiwon’s face, paler than the semen, trembling helplessly, was breathtaking.
The cameraman captured every moment in close-up. Jiwon couldn’t bear the weight of their gazes and finally closed his eyes. The camera panned down, capturing his half-erect cock dripping with fluid.
Lee Jak’s voice came through Jiwon’s earpiece.
“Don’t close your eyes. Start touching yourself.”
He’d been caught. Jiwon cracked his eyes open. Kim Seonghee, who had just been devouring him, was now standing, letting the followers adjust his clothes.
Jiwon reached down and gripped his cock. It burned at the slightest touch, but he couldn’t stop the strange pleasure coursing through him. He didn’t want this feeling to end. He stroked himself weakly, his thighs trembling as he rubbed his thumb over the tip. A weak stream of cum spurted out, dripping onto his white stomach. Jiwon panted, relieved he’d followed the order. It felt like he’d accomplished something.
Lee Jak’s voice came again.
“Good job.”
Applause broke out from a corner of the crowd, growing louder until it filled the hall. Kim Seonghee raised his arms, feeding off the energy of the crowd. Jiwon watched his back, overwhelmed, as the applause and cheers washed over them. Kim Seonghee truly seemed like a god. Then what was he? What was Seong Jiwon in this place?
As the applause rained down, Kim Seonghee turned to look at Jiwon. His dazed, limp expression made Kim Seonghee smirk.
“Lee Jak has an eye for talent.”
“……”
“You look good covered in cum.”
The last thread of Jiwon’s consciousness snapped. He couldn’t bear to keep his eyes open in this situation.
When Jiwon came to, he was lying in his familiar bedroom. But he couldn’t bring himself to get up. Since he’d been brought here, there hadn’t been a single day when his mind and body were intact.
He’d spread his legs in front of countless people and taken a man inside him. It was a scene he’d never even imagined in his life. The reality was too cruel. Tears threatened to fall, but his eyes were too dry. He clutched the edge of the blanket and covered his face. The shame was unbearable—he wanted to bite his tongue and die.
Beyond the stage, beyond the hot lights, he could feel the seething mass of excitement and heat from the crowd. The hall was packed with people cheering as they watched him and Kim Seonghee fuck. They hadn’t even asked the ideological questions he’d prepared. It had all been planned from the start. A show he was the only one kept in the dark about. Because if he knew, he might run.
He thought of Lee Jak, giving him orders through the Bluetooth earpiece. His teeth ground together. Moan louder. Excite the crowd……
Knock, knock.
A soft sound, and the bedroom door opened. Jiwon was grateful he’d pulled the blanket over his head. Otherwise, he might have screamed and thrown something.
“Are you still asleep?”
“……”
“I see you’re awake.”
Lee Jak reached out to pull the blanket down. Jiwon hastily clutched it back. Their hands tugged uselessly at the fabric. Lee Jak pressed his face close to the blanket and whispered gently.
“You passed out, so I had to carry you back quickly, but I couldn’t wash you. Let me help you up so you can clean yourself.”
“…Get out.”
“Come on. Unless you want to keep Kim Seonghee’s cum inside you forever.”
Heat rushed to Jiwon’s head. He finally threw the blanket off and shouted.
“How can you—how can you do this?! Are you even human?!”
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Lee Jak slid his hand under Jiwon’s armpit and pulled him up. Jiwon dug his nails into Lee Jak’s arm, trying to push him away, but Lee Jak was stronger than he expected. In the end, Jiwon was dragged to the bathroom, still struggling. It did no good.
“Let go! Let me go!”
The bathwater was already drawn, perfectly warm. Lee Jak didn’t even bother removing Jiwon’s thin robe before plunging him into the tub. Jiwon surfaced, soaked to the bone, stunned. He blinked up at Lee Jak, who smiled.
“A warm bath will make you feel better.”
Lee Jak removed the wet robe, put a shower cap on Jiwon’s head, and lathered shampoo in his hands before gently massaging it into Jiwon’s hair. Then he handed him a yellow rubber duck.
“Play with this.”
The sudden infantilization was absurd. Jiwon glared at Lee Jak as he squeezed the duck, making it squeak. But as Lee Jak had said, the warm water did make him feel a little better. Lee Jak squeezed body wash onto a shower puff and worked it into a lather, then began washing Jiwon’s back.
“I did a quick cleanup earlier. As you can see, Leader Kim Seonghee actually has decent sex manners. He usually never goes bareback, but I guess he was more turned on than expected.”
At the sudden mention of Kim Seonghee, Jiwon froze. But their sex had been for show, and Kim Seonghee had come outside. There was no foreign sensation inside him. So Lee Jak’s earlier comment about keeping Kim Seonghee’s cum inside him must have been a lie.
Jiwon realized this too late. He felt played. Lee Jak always seemed to be ten steps ahead, controlling him perfectly. It was miserable, infuriating.
But then—condom? Since coming here, Jiwon had never used a condom, not once. He gave Lee Jak a skeptical look.
“I don’t care about sex manners. I prefer it bareback.”
Lee Jak’s hand, holding the shower puff, moved from Jiwon’s back to his front, pressing and rubbing his reddened nipples in circles.
“Ah—!”
“Even the leader is getting excited now. Good progress.”
His indifferent tone only made Jiwon hotter. His sex life had begun and been shaped by Lee Jak, and it was still evolving. Lee Jak seemed pleased with that fact.
“I should wash your legs too. Stand up.”
Jiwon cautiously set the duck aside and stepped out of the tub. The bathroom was as warm as the bathwater. Lee Jak had him sit on the edge of the tub, then carefully washed between his legs with the shower puff. Jiwon, embarrassed, tried to cover himself with his hand, but Lee Jak only scoffed.
“Move your hand.”
“I—I’ll do it myself.”
“Don’t waste my time.”
Lee Jak forcibly removed Jiwon’s hand and washed his groin even more thoroughly. The lather was so thick his cock was barely visible. Then, from somewhere, Lee Jak produced a razor.
“Th-that’s……”
“Stay still. I don’t like the sight of blood.”
With one hand, Lee Jak easily pinned Jiwon down and began shaving his pubic hair with delicate strokes. The sound of the razor filled the empty bathroom. Jiwon’s skin prickled, and he could barely breathe, but he didn’t dare move. If he did, the blade might slip and cut his skin. His hands, gripping the edge of the tub, trembled.
Not a single hair remained. Lee Jak lifted his testicles and shaved the hair beneath them cleanly. When he was done, he rinsed Jiwon off with warm water, revealing smooth, pale skin.
“You did well.”
Lee Jak praised him. Jiwon, suddenly hairless, touched his groin. The unfamiliar, smooth skin didn’t feel like his own.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
