Chapter 19
A hunter, or pseudo-hunter, who has no interest in domination. A prey, or pseudo-prey, who only wants physical subjugation but refuses to be dominated.
As he said, no matter how we defined it, the desires we possessed hadn’t changed.
What were the odds that two people with such tendencies would meet without even going through “partner searching”¹⁾? At this point, the man before my eyes was practically custom-made for me. And of course, from his perspective, I would be such a miracle—at least a stroke of luck.
He looked at me and smiled.
“So you don’t need to worry about me being unsatisfied.”
“Hmm… it’s almost scary how perfectly we match.”
“I told you. We’re destined.”
Since we were theoretically perfect partners, I couldn’t even be sarcastic this time. He wore a confident expression and tilted his chin up at an angle. Watching him deliberately exaggerate to lighten the mood, I too was able to relax and smile.
As expected, the sedan exited through the route leading to Knox Hotel and left Gangbyeon-daero. This was my first time visiting Knox for personal purposes. Even though the purpose had changed, I still felt nervous and my throat went dry.
“I have something to ask.”
“……”
“You said I wouldn’t work because I’m a Korean residing in Korea. I’m still living in Seoul, and I’m still Korean. Why did you change your mind?”
I had been looking up at Knox’s logo glowing from the top of the building when I turned my head at his voice. To put it crudely, his face looked like it would be worth rolling around with even without romantic feelings or love.
Most of the actors I worked with had decent looks, and Yoon Juho was exceptionally handsome. But I’d never felt any flutter from them. However, from the moment I first saw this man’s face up close and heard his voice, there had been a flutter. That must be what they call preference.
Thinking I’d been staring at him with desire for too long, I pulled my gaze away. As my eyes naturally slid down, grazing over his shoulders and chest, they suddenly came to a halt. The area between his legs was heavily swollen.
While his size would naturally be prominent over his pants even when not erect, the current angle was definitely not ordinary.
So while calmly explaining his sexual preferences in that composed tone, he had been hardening his cock below.
“It seems like… if Lee Han-ssi set his mind to it, whether we slept together once or ten times, the danger would be the same.”
Hearing my answer, he nodded a couple of times. Nowhere on his expression did sexual arousal show. It was simply amazing that above his neck and below his waist could move so completely independently.
The car slid down toward Knox’s underground parking garage. He straightened his posture and clasped his hands together over his knees.
“Then shall we start by drafting a contract?”
“You really want to go that far?”
I’d heard of contracts being written between doms and subs who enjoyed ongoing play. But as he’d acknowledged, we weren’t in a dom-sub relationship. Yet was a contract really necessary?
His face contorted again, so I knew my comment hadn’t pleased him.
“Does Jung Jiin-ssi find me that trustworthy?”
“A contract would just be like a promise with no legal force anyway. Does having one or not make such a big difference?”
“Have you always conducted relationships this way?”
This was my first attempt at properly revealing my tendencies and trying to become someone’s partner. The man looked at me with another expression of shock, as if he couldn’t believe it.
Hmm… He hardened his lips and crossed his arms firmly across his chest.
“Even if direct violence is excluded, enjoying rough sex can lead to dangerous situations. Even if not a full contract, we need to be clear about what play is acceptable and what isn’t. Why so dangerously…”
Cutting off his words, he turned his head toward the window and let out long sighs two or three times. He was misunderstanding that I’d been engaging in dangerous play or sex without contracts until now, and was getting angry like some kind of guardian.
And somehow, the back of his head looked cute to me. He was a man with many sides different from the first impression that he’d only be interested in animalistic sex itself. I almost burst out laughing, but if he caught that, he’d probably get even angrier. I pretended to clear my throat and covered my lips with my fist.
The car had already been completely stopped within the parking lines for a while now.
After taking several deep breaths, his emotions seemed somewhat settled as he turned his gaze from the window back to me.
“Fine, then… even if we decide the details later, I have basic conditions I can’t compromise on.”
“Tell me.”
“I’ll satisfy all of Jung Jiin-ssi’s fantasies. In return, sleep with me when it’s over.”
“……”
“Stay with me until morning.”
It was quite a romantic request that I hadn’t expected.
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We went straight up to the 21st floor without going through the front desk. He had a card key. The corner room at the very end of the corridor was a suite of higher grade than last time.
As soon as we entered the room, he found the remote on the living room desk and closed the curtains. The beautiful night view of the Han River was spread out so magnificently that it reflexively drew an exclamation, but our purpose wasn’t there anyway.
While he adjusted the lighting in both the living room and bedroom to be slightly dim, I took off my jacket and hung it over the back of the single sofa.
How did we end up naked and entangled last time? When I’d considered it a one-night relationship in a foreign country, I could be bold as if acting as someone else, but the situation now was different from Bangkok.
It might be good to rely a bit more on alcohol. Just as I was about to move, thinking of having a beer, he came back out from the bedroom.
As if he hadn’t known I would be here, as if surprised by my unexpected appearance, he stopped abruptly as if someone had grabbed him from behind and looked at me.
It wasn’t simply the gaze toward an object for sexual release. Though it contained heat, anticipation, and lust, there were also more complex emotions mixed in that reminded me of hurt or hesitation. It was a similar face to when he’d stood in front of my room in Bangkok.
A boyish face confused about whether it was okay to do such things, despite being drawn by impulse and curiosity to follow someone.
Come to think of it, he’d barely spoken during our way to the room either.
Had my casual attitude toward the contract bothered him that much?
As I was meaninglessly stroking the edge of the sofa back, I suggested alcohol as an effort to lighten the atmosphere.
“Aren’t you thirsty? Want to… drink a beer?”
The moment I was about to move toward the mini-bar set up in one corner of the living room, he strode over. His large, broad hand firmly supported the back of my neck and pulled me toward him.
“Mm!”
As soon as our lips overlapped, moist flesh urgently pushed in. My tongue, flustered by the sudden kiss, pressed flat behind my lower teeth and shrank back. In contrast, his flexible tongue undulated like waves, rubbing itself against my tongue.
At the tickling sensation of his tongue tip tracing my palate, I opened my mouth wide as if bursting out the breath I’d been holding. Not missing that gap, his tongue burrowed under mine. My lifted tongue was drawn into his mouth. At the suction of his lips tightening to suck the tender flesh, I gripped the chest of his jacket tightly with whatever I could grab.
“Heu, hup. Mm…”
The hand that had been gripping the back of my neck moved up to envelop my entire head. Even the sensation of my hair being swept in the opposite direction became sexual stimulation that made my nape tingle. The heating up was instantaneous.
He made my tongue tingle by varying the strength of his grip, then slowly released the flesh as he pulled his head back. The sight of his tongue being pushed out from between his red lips looked like… fellatio.
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¹⁾ Partner searching: BDSM practitioners looking for play partners.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
