Inside, Seong Jiwon sat on the bed, trembling in a flimsy scrap of fabric that could barely be called clothing. Kim Seonghee clicked his tongue. This isn’t my taste. It’s Lee Jak’s. But maybe it wasn’t so bad. He revised his thought.
The white lace draped over Jiwon’s shoulders, trembling inward with fear. The thin fabric revealed his red nipples and navel. The sheer veil on his head stirred sadistic impulses. The way he desperately covered his groin with both hands was almost comical.
Kim Seonghee ran his thick fingers through the veil. Jiwon flinched. This wasn’t his fault. Kim Seonghee felt a twinge of regret. He forced himself to act like a gentleman and asked Jiwon politely.
“No, I just said I wanted to talk. Who said anything about sex?”
“Huh?”
Only then did Jiwon look up, dazed. Relieved, his shoulders sagged even lower. His obvious reaction was so ridiculous it almost annoyed Kim Seonghee.
Kim Seonghee climbed onto the bed and pushed Jiwon’s shoulder, making him lie down. He folded Jiwon’s legs and sat close in front of him. Unlike when he sat, his shoulders didn’t hunch, so his hands couldn’t cover his groin completely. Kim Seonghee smirked and pulled his hands away.
“We’re just talking.”
“Like this……?”
“You think I’d lie to you?”
Jiwon had no right to refuse. He forced his stiff body to move and knelt on the floor in front of Kim Seonghee. Pleased, Kim Seonghee ruffled Jiwon’s hair with his large hand.
“Lee Jak trained you well.”
“Thank you……”
“Go ahead.”
“Hngh……! Uwaah, ah!!”
Too weak to form words, Seong Jiwon could only let out moans. He lowered his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, taking the tip of Kim Seonghee’s cock inside. The massive size forced him to stretch his jaw to its limits, pain shooting through his cheeks. He carefully wrapped his tongue around the underside, rolling it gently as he sucked. His hand cautiously reached out to lightly grip the base.
Then, he opened his throat as wide as possible and took it all the way in. The wet, slapping sound of his inner cheeks clinging to the shaft filled the air.
Narrow, wet, deep. Kim Seonghee inwardly admired the sight. It was as if his cock filled Jiwon’s entire head. Lee Jak had at least trained him well in this regard. Even the way Jiwon occasionally glanced up to check if Kim Seonghee was enjoying it was amusing.
He was different from the previous leader in many ways, but he was far from just “decent.” When Kim Seonghee had first chosen Jiwon, he had thought he was simply the best of a bad lot. But this was beyond decent—it was perfect.
Jiwon timidly stroked Kim Seonghee’s balls and thighs, urging him toward climax.
“I’ll give you a gift.”
Kim Seonghee pulled his cock out of Jiwon’s mouth and brought it close to his face. Jiwon slowly closed his eyes, as if anticipating what was coming. A thick stream of cum spurted from the tip, splattering across Jiwon’s face. Jiwon continued to stroke Kim Seonghee’s trembling thighs.
Why do these men like this so much? Jiwon wiped the cum from his eyelashes with his fingertip and finally opened his eyes. Kim Seonghee was staring at him, as if admiring a work of art.
“You look so good. So pretty.”
Jiwon didn’t know if it was praise or an insult. Kim Seonghee chuckled as he spoke. Jiwon could only press his fingers against his aching jaw.
It was strange. He had never even imagined having sex with a man, yet here he was, taking the initiative to suck a cock, feeling an inexplicable satisfaction as his mouth was filled. After practicing how to say he loved sex a few times, it almost felt true. A part of his rationality was crumbling.
“Thank you… for making me look pretty.”
Kim Seonghee took a handkerchief from his suit jacket and wiped Jiwon’s face. After lightly wiping his own cock, he casually tossed the handkerchief onto the floor.
“Now, let’s talk about the real reason I’m here.”
“……”
So he hadn’t actually come here for sex. Jiwon felt a flicker of relief.
“Be careful of Lee Jak.”
“What?”
“He’s good at his job, but you never know what he’s thinking.”
Lee Jak was the one who had brought Jiwon here in the first place. He was the one who had chosen Jiwon from countless candidates and forced him into the leader’s position using debt as leverage. Yet, despite all that, Lee Jak took care of him, which made Jiwon feel like a loyal dog—something he didn’t like.
Kim Seonghee’s warning left Jiwon bewildered. He couldn’t trust anyone. The contract had been shoved in front of him without a chance to read it properly. Lee Jak and Kim Seonghee were no different in that regard. But the warning still stung. It seemed no one trusted anyone here. For now, suspicion seemed prudent.
“As you’ve probably heard from Lee Jak, I came to talk about things from a more business-oriented perspective.”
Kim Seonghee roughly combed his fingers through his hair, his movements more animalistic than human.
“Yes, go ahead.”
“About yesterday’s event.”
“…Yes.”
Jiwon flinched at the memory. The crazed gazes of the crowd still burned in his mind.
His visible trembling seemed pathetic to Kim Seonghee. He decided to offer a carrot first.
“You did really well.”
“What?”
“I was worried since you’d never had sex with a man before coming here, but I didn’t need to be.”
“Ah……”
“You’re tight, and you feel good. It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed myself this much.”
Jiwon didn’t know whether to say thank you or not.
“But as I said yesterday, you need to play the role of my partner. This is important. You need to be loyal to me and make it look like we’re close.”
“Why is that important?”
“Because it makes it feel like I’m taking something that belongs to someone else.”
It was a crude, vulgar remark. Jiwon’s expression hardened. Kim Seonghee laughed loudly, as if he had expected that reaction.
“You don’t have the natural dignity of a leader. Without these flimsy clothes, you’re just an ordinary guy. So you need to borrow my aura. You need to look untouchable, like someone of high status.”
“……”
“That’s what makes people want you more.”
“……”
“Makes them want to have you, to do anything to you.”
“So…”
“That’s how we make them pay.”
Kim Seonghee was far more cunning and calculating than Jiwon had realized. It made sense. He had been chosen for a reason. Kim Seonghee believed in him—believed that even an ordinary man could gain prestige by borrowing his power. And at the heart of it all was money. Money was the root of everything that had brought Jiwon here and forced him into this.
“Like Lee Jak said, you don’t need to act like you’re obsessed with sex. A little shyness suits you.”
“……”
“Watching you change is part of the fun. Don’t ruin that.”
“…Yes.”
“So you’re doing well. Keep it up.”
“I understand.”
He had expected nothing but lewd jokes, but this was actually helpful. He needed to act in a way that suited him.
Pleased with Jiwon’s obedient attitude, Kim Seonghee took a phone from his pocket and handed it to him.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
