This Work
Jiwon had definitely heard that Kim Seonghee was an extremely busy man. His schedule was packed solid—expanding the church’s influence, solidifying its position—so Jiwon naturally assumed he wouldn’t see much of him.
“What’s that look for?”
“Huh? It’s nothing.”
Seonghee frowned at Jiwon’s uncertain expression. Jiwon, sensing his mood, forced an awkward smile.
No matter how much Jiwon was getting used to this absurd role as a cult leader, he couldn’t just act normal around someone he’d had passionate sex with the night before—sex that had been, in its own way, an act of revenge. But in the end, Seonghee had seen through his schemes, toyed with him, and left Jiwon feeling nothing but shame for his efforts.
Early that morning, Seonghee had barged into the leader’s office and introduced a hulking man. Unlike Seonghee, who always wore a crisp white suit, this man was dressed in black.
“This is Gu Ju-heon. He’s your new bodyguard.”
“Excuse me?”
“I heard something unpleasant happened. He’ll keep you safe.”
“It’s an honor to meet you, Leader.”
Ju-heon bowed deeply. Unlike Yoon Jaemin, who never stopped talking, Ju-heon seemed quiet, his gaze heavy and serious as he looked at Jiwon.
“Ju-heon, long time no see. Good to have you here.”
“Likewise, Lee Jak.”
They seemed to know each other. Jak reached out first, shaking Ju-heon’s thick hand with a smile. Ju-heon responded in kind. Watching their exchange, Jiwon hesitantly turned back to Seonghee.
“But… a bodyguard? I barely even leave the leader’s office…”
“Does a bodyguard only protect your body? You should take walks, exercise a little.”
Seonghee suddenly grabbed Jiwon’s arm and squeezed it.
“Ah…”
“You’re getting thinner.”
“Well…”
There was nothing here that could ease his mind. Every meal, every piece of clothing—it was all debt, all money. The stress was making him shrink, making him calculating.
Jiwon mumbled a vague reply, not wanting to reveal his true feelings. Seonghee, however, slid his hand inside Jiwon’s robe and grabbed his chest.
“Hng!”
“Your chest has lost its appeal.”
As he spoke, Seonghee flicked Jiwon’s nipple, making it stand erect. He enjoyed the touch, but excuses came easily.
“S-Stop. There are others here…”
Jiwon glanced at Jak and Ju-heon, but Seonghee didn’t care. He was the kind of man who never batted an eye at such things. Jiwon was the only one who felt the shame.
“It’s fine, isn’t it? Right, Ju-heon?”
“Please, make yourself comfortable.”
Ju-heon bowed to Seonghee. Comfortable—the more comfortable Seonghee was, the more uncomfortable Jiwon became. Seonghee wrapped an arm around Jiwon’s waist and pulled him close, then started groping his ass. Jiwon felt like crying.
“P-Please, Seonghee…”
“Your ass feels thinner too… Ju-heon, you’re in charge of the Leader’s exercise.”
“Understood.”
Being teased in front of a stranger was something Jiwon couldn’t get used to. A knock sounded at the door. Seonghee finally removed his hand from Jiwon’s ass.
“I’ll be away for a few days on a regional tour.”
“Oh?”
It was the first good news Jiwon had heard all day. His face lit up, but Seonghee scowled. Jiwon quickly schooled his expression, forcing a pout.
“I-I’ll miss you.”
“Then call me.”
“But you’re busy… I don’t want to bother you.”
“Do it.”
“…Yes.”
Jiwon’s reluctant answer made Seonghee’s frown ease. He turned on his heel and left the office. The door slammed shut. Jiwon’s legs nearly gave out. Being around Seonghee always drained him.
“We’ll need to increase your food intake.”
Jiwon had been taking the supplements Yoon Jaemin recommended and eating balanced meals, but he was still losing weight. Jak was concerned.
“You might also need more exercise. Why not take walks, as Seonghee suggested?”
“Walks?”
“Yes. With Ju-heon.”
The word walk sounded strange coming from Jak. Jiwon felt a mix of pleasure and unease.
“Is that… really okay?”
“Of course. We’re not keeping you locked up. It’s for your safety.”
“Safety…”
The position of Leader was indeed dangerous. The symbolism and delusions were one thing, but the doctrine itself was a mess—full of fanatics with no grip on reality.
Jiwon nodded. Ju-heon was as tall and broad as Seonghee. Having him around would be reassuring.
“Still, I’m worried.”
“Hm?”
“Seonghee said your chest isn’t fun to touch anymore.”
Jiwon stepped back. Jak closed the distance, slipping his hand into Jiwon’s robe and grabbing his chest.
“You’ve definitely gotten flatter.”
“Ah, w-wait—”
His chest was already sensitive from Seonghee’s earlier groping. Jak pressed and rolled Jiwon’s nipple, making his legs clench. He squeezed his thighs together, eyes tightly shut.
“But your sensitivity has improved.”
“T-Thank you…”
Jiwon wasn’t sure if that was something to be thankful for.
“Seonghee prefers bigger chests.”
“Ngh… Please.”
Jak reached behind Jiwon and began unbuttoning his robe. The sound of each button popping open was painfully clear. The robe slid off his shoulders, and Jiwon shrank back.
“Massages help with growth. Let me give you one.”
“N-Now?”
“When else?”
Jak said it so casually. He laid Jiwon on the coffee table and sat beside him, kneading his flat chest. Jiwon squirmed as Jak’s palms pressed firmly, his nipples bending slightly with each movement.
“I’ll do this for you every day from now on.”
“Nnngh…”
Jiwon was mortified. Ju-heon, whom he’d just met, was watching the absurd chest massage. But Seonghee’s words gnawed at him. If Seonghee preferred bigger chests, maybe gaining a little weight would help. Hadn’t Seonghee himself said his chest wasn’t fun to touch?
Jiwon felt miserable. He’d never imagined he’d be ashamed of his flat chest. But there was nothing he could do. He needed to cling to Seonghee, to be his pillow talk. Right now, they didn’t even share the same pillow.
“It’s hard to do alone. Ju-heon, care to help?”
Jiwon’s head snapped up in shock. Before he could protest, Ju-heon knelt on the other side of the table. Jak demonstrated the massage technique.
“Stimulate the mammary glands. That’s how you do it.”
“Ah, ahh…”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
