Director Hwang was the first to lower his gaze to between Seonwook’s legs. Seonwook slowly tilted his head down as well, looking at Director Hwang’s foot.
His foot pressed heavily against Seonwook’s crotch, which was growing warmer by the second. It hurt a little, but it was bearable. Even as Seonwook reached out to touch it, Director Hwang didn’t move an inch.
Seonwook gently gripped his foot, then softly traced his fingers around the exposed ankle above the hem of his pants.
“I’ve never seen such a good-looking foot before.”
Seonwook’s fingers glided over the thin, taut skin of his instep, lingering in the hollow between his big toe and index toe.
“So clean.”
Director Hwang’s instep twitched slightly.
Seonwook lifted his head. Director Hwang was still frowning, staring down at his own foot and Seonwook’s hand.
“Can I suck on it?” Seonwook asked quietly.
For a moment, Director Hwang remained still, then lifted his eyes to meet Seonwook’s. At the same time, the pressure on Seonwook’s crotch intensified, making him flinch.
“Is that your thing?”
“My thing is pretty—hng—pretty things.”
Seonwook’s knees threatened to close on their own as he spoke. If Director Hwang added even a gram more pressure, he’d scream without meaning to.
“I mean, sucking pretty feet is my—ah, nng—thing, right?”
“…”
“Pretty faces, too. Hah.”
Beneath Director Hwang’s sole, Seonwook’s cock was now fully hard.
Seonwook teased between his toes, then wrapped his hand around his instep again.
“Can I suck on it?” he asked, slightly breathless.
The moment he spoke, Director Hwang yanked his foot away.
“Take it off.”
Director Hwang’s voice was low as he undid his belt.
Seonwook eagerly reached for his pants buckle, but Director Hwang pushed his head back down, forcing him to stay seated.
“Just the T-shirt.”
Seonwook instinctively grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, then hesitated.
“Huh?”
“Just this. Take it off. Can’t you understand?”
Director Hwang roughly yanked Seonwook’s T-shirt up and off.
“No, I was gonna take off my—”
Seonwook couldn’t finish his sentence as Director Hwang gripped his chin and shoved his head back, pressing it against the sofa. His neck arched back sharply.
With his other hand, Director Hwang unzipped his own pants, slipped his hand inside his underwear, and began moving quickly.
Seonwook blinked rapidly, staring at him. Director Hwang’s brow furrowed even deeper as his gaze darted erratically over Seonwook’s chest and stomach.
The sounds of skin rubbing, clothes rustling, and the clinking of a belt filled the air, mixed with Director Hwang’s ragged breathing.
…Shit…
He’s not seriously going to finish this alone, is he?
Well, it’s a nice view, but…
Seonwook tried to imagine what his naked torso might look like beneath the white shirt, admiring the muscles in his forearms and the veins bulging at his temples.
“You look uncomfortable… Take it off.”
Seonwook barely managed to speak, but Director Hwang pressed his chin down harder, as if telling him to shut up. He didn’t even look at Seonwook’s face.
Seonwook raised his arms in surrender, then placed them back down on the sofa.
Soon, Director Hwang’s hand slid down from Seonwook’s neck to his chest. Freed from the pressure on his chin, Seonwook adjusted his head and looked down.
Director Hwang pressed and rubbed Seonwook’s chest roughly. His hand traced frantically over the scars on Seonwook’s body.
Every time his hot hand brushed over his hardened nipples, Seonwook’s stomach twitched.
Then, Director Hwang grabbed one of Seonwook’s breasts—so hard it almost hurt.
“Hah…”
Director Hwang placed one knee between Seonwook’s legs on the sofa and leaned forward. As the distance between them closed, the scent of Director Hwang enveloped Seonwook like a cloak.
It was even hotter than the heat he’d felt in the side room. Director Hwang’s ragged breaths were right in front of him.
Seonwook clenched his fists on the sofa, his mouth dry.
Fuck, this is driving me crazy.
Why can’t I just grab his head and shove my dick down his throat? I’d love to see my scent all over his face.
Ramming it in until he can’t breathe, then pulling out just as he’s about to pass out—he’d gasp like a dog, face bright red. Then I’d lay him down and suck the hell out of his feet. Bite those insteps, too…
He could do it if he wanted, but Seonwook clenched his fists tightly on the sofa, barely holding onto his thin, fragile thread of reason.
Now was the time to earn Director Hwang’s trust.
“Nngh…”
Director Hwang squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing a groan. His body trembled, and his nails dug into Seonwook’s chest.
Seonwook kept his mouth shut, only his eyebrows twitching.
Director Hwang, his head lowered, shivered intermittently as he caught his breath. His forehead brushed against Seonwook’s shoulder with each exhale.
Seonwook, still uncomfortable from the pain in his chest and his throbbing erection, suddenly smirked inside.
He came just from groping my chest.
He’s definitely obsessed with my nipples.
Director Hwang slowly loosened his grip on Seonwook’s chest, his hand sliding down to his stomach before pulling away. His hand, now free from his underwear, glistened with wetness.
Director Hwang let out a long breath and plopped down beside Seonwook. Seonwook watched as he pulled a few tissues from the table and wiped his hand.
He glanced at Director Hwang’s damp underwear, visible through his open fly, and suddenly realized—he’d never seen underwear that was truly white before.
Most he’d seen were yellowed or graying, but Director Hwang’s were a pristine, honest white.
Wow… He looks like he spends a fortune, but even his underwear is classy. Rich people really are different.
Seonwook stared at the underwear, then slowly shifted his gaze to Director Hwang’s profile.
Director Hwang wiped his hand, completely ignoring Seonwook’s presence, then leaned his head back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling. His usually immaculate hair was slightly disheveled.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Director Hwang didn’t react.
“I mean, I’m not a cow, you know? You were milking me pretty hard. Thought my nipple was gonna rip off.”
Seonwook rubbed his chest, where red marks from fingers remained.
“But I get it. I know you’ve got a thing for my chest. If you wanted a souvenir, I can’t blame you.”
“Don’t even think about squeezing money out of me. It won’t work.”
“Money?”
“You’re scraping by at that shithole inn that barely pays you. It’s obvious what kind of desires you’d have.”
Seonwook’s eyes widened.
“Desires?”
“I know exactly why you’re throwing yourself at me like this. You’re young, you’ve got a good body, and no shame—perfect for something like this. Probably thinking you can hit the jackpot.”
“Jackpot?”
“Don’t try to weave some fate bullshit to cling to me. I especially don’t want anything to do with half-crazy brats like you.”
Seonwook blinked, then smirked.
“Oh, so what you’re saying is… You think I’m trying to seduce you so you’ll fall for me, then buy me an apartment and a car, and we’ll stroll through department stores with you buying everything I point at? That’s the dream, huh?”
Director Hwang turned his head to look at Seonwook.
“I’m telling you now—it’s never gonna happen, so don’t waste your time.”
“Wow… Who’s wasting their time here, exactly?” Seonwook chuckled.
“Didn’t peg you for the imaginative type. You solo-sprinted all the way to imagining our future together?”
Director Hwang’s brow twitched slightly.
“Why are you so bad at reading the situation?”
“You’re the one who can’t read it. Do I look that poor to you?”
“You don’t just look poor—you are poor.”
“I’m living well, though? Enjoying life.”
Director Hwang let out a short sigh and turned his gaze back to the ceiling.
“Delusional victory is your freedom.”
“Rich people always assume anyone with less money must be miserable. I don’t care about your money. Even if you’ve got a lot, it’s yours, not mine—what’s it got to do with me? Or hey, I’ll pay for all our dates. How’s that?”
Director Hwang, who had stiffened slightly, now looked at Seonwook with something like disgust.
“Who said I’d ever—”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
