#43
Dinner consisted of grilled deodeok, Korean beef bulgogi steak, sea squirt bibimbap, and clam soybean paste stew. In addition, there were various side dishes lavishly spread out, enough to break the table legs.
Idam had been tormented by Taemin for two days, and while he seemed to have eaten something, it wasn’t a proper meal, so his stomach felt almost empty. Yet despite the feast before him that he could barely resist devouring, he had no appetite.
The fact that Taemin was a murderer, curiosity about why Heo Jitae died but being afraid to ask, fear that he might suffer something terrible himself, the sex that was practically rape in all but name, the self-loathing he felt for experiencing it – all these emotions were tangled up inside him. As a result, he was picking at his food like a baby bird.
Taemin’s brow gradually furrowed as they ate together.
“What’s wrong? Does it not taste good?”
“No, it’s delicious.”
In truth, the cooking itself was excellent. If Idam had been in a normal state, he would have eaten well.
“Then why aren’t you eating properly?”
There was displeasure in Taemin’s cold eyes. The chopsticks he held looked like knives.
“Maybe I should fire Mrs. An…”
The Mrs. An he referred to here was the employee in charge of cooking at this mansion. She held various chef certifications, and everything she cooked was delicious. She was also kind-hearted and gentle.
It seemed extreme to fire such a capable employee over something like this. While someone else might just be saying it, Taemin seemed like he would actually go through with it, given how easily he harmed people. Moreover, having been fired several times himself, Idam understood the feelings of the unemployed better than anyone. So he didn’t want to cause trouble for Mrs. An.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll eat, so please don’t fire her.”
Idam quickly picked up his spoon and started eating the bibimbap. His thin cheeks gradually puffed up like balloons.
Only then did Taemin’s furrowed brow smooth out. Aside from his plump buttocks and chest, Idam was so skinny that he should be eating well, yet his picking at the food was truly irritating. It seemed he was quite uncomfortable. Taemin thought only of how he needed to close the distance between them as soon as possible.
* * *
After finishing the meal, Idam moved to the living room. On the table were flower tea and colorful yulgan (oil-and-honey cookies). Having forced himself to eat a lot, his stomach was full, and he was troubled at the thought of having to eat dessert too. But fearing Taemin might threaten to fire someone again if he didn’t eat, he diligently drank the tea and ate the yulgan.
Unlike the yulgan he had known before, these didn’t stick to his teeth and weren’t overly sweet. So he found himself reaching for more.
When Idam had consumed over half of the yulgan, he finally realized that Taemin hadn’t touched them at all. He was just drinking Americano. Idam remembered that Taemin had also given him the strawberry cake last time.
“Don’t you want to eat these, CEO?”
Concerned, Idam gently pushed the plate of yulgan towards Taemin.
“Actually, I don’t like sweet things.”
“What? But last time you said you wanted strawberry cake and bought it.”
So Idam had thought Taemin liked strawberry cake too. But Taemin didn’t answer Idam’s question and just kept drinking his Americano. His silence made Idam even more confused. Come to think of it, Taemin hadn’t eaten much of that strawberry cake either, and Idam had ended up finishing it.
Could it be that he bought it because I said I liked it?
Idam felt his heart flutter strangely. But the question “Why?” followed. After all, Idam was just an employee necessary for his sham marriage. Also, since his guess might be wrong and Taemin didn’t seem likely to answer, he just finished eating the yulgan.
“And I’ll give this back to you.”
Taemin took a phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table. It was the phone that had connected to Taemin’s when Idam had dialed 112 under the cherry tree on that thunderous night. Idam tasted bitterness in the yulgan as he recalled the hair-raising memory of that night.
“Use it only when absolutely necessary.”
Taemin ordered without explaining why he had taken Idam’s phone that day or why he had connected 112 to his own number. Idam didn’t ask further questions. He felt he wouldn’t get a clear answer, and the response would likely be unreasonable anyway.
* * *
After dessert time ended, Idam entered the bedroom with Taemin. When he tried to brush his teeth, Taemin stuck close and helped him. He even washed Idam’s face and applied basic skincare cream. Of course, Idam said he could do it himself, but Taemin was stubborn and his expression was cold. Frightened, Idam had no choice but to accept his assistance.
After putting on pajamas and preparing for bed, Idam lay down on the bed while Taemin went into the bathroom to shower.
The employees must have changed the bed sheets while Idam was eating, as there was a pleasant fragrance in the air. The mattress was soft, and the curtains surrounding the bed felt cozy.
However, his heart felt incredibly heavy.
Would Idam now be staying in Taemin’s bedroom together from now on? Soon, the bathroom door opened and Taemin came out.
He was completely naked, without even a robe. His taut, curved chest muscles were visible. Moreover, the black spider tattoo looked chilling. Judging by the lack of moisture on his hair or body, he seemed to have dried off before coming out. For some reason, his dick were fully erect, pointing towards the ceiling. It looked ready to spread and penetrate Idam’s buttocks at any moment.
Sensing they might have sex again, Idam clutched his pajamas as if to protect them. What should he do? He feared his bottom wouldn’t survive if this continued. He was scared and wanted to avoid any more sex if possible.
Should I pretend to be asleep?
But over the past two days, Taemin had continued his bestial acts even when Idam was sleeping. So that would be useless. What should he do then…?
While Idam was pondering, Taemin pulled back the curtains and got into bed. Idam’s large eyes shook violently.
“You’re not asleep yet.”
Taemin naturally lay down next to Idam. He must have used the same cream as Idam, as the same scent wafted from him. His face, devoid of makeup, looked somehow sculptural. His nose seemed even more prominent. While Taemin was frightening, Idam couldn’t take his eyes off his beauty. Taemin gazed steadily at Idam and then touched his cheek. It was a gentle, affectionate touch.
“We have somewhere to go together next week. So keep eating well from now on. I don’t want to hear others say my wife looks thin.”
It seemed Idam would finally be going out as Taemin’s wife.
“Where are we going?”
Idam felt tense, wondering if they would be meeting Taemin’s father.
“A friend of mine who does business overseas is coming to Korea. He says he’s getting married soon and wants to introduce his fiancée. Another friend is coming with his wife too, so it’s become a couples’ gathering. That’s why I want to go with you, Idam.”
“Ah…”
Even though it wasn’t his father, Idam felt an enormous pressure weighing down on his entire body.
“Wasn’t I originally just supposed to be shown to your father? Is it okay for your friend to know about me?”
This was a fake marriage with a limited duration. Idam wondered if it was alright for him to be exposed to Taemin’s acquaintances in this situation.
“Yes. It’s fine.”
He answered nonchalantly. It seemed reckless, given the gravity of what he was doing. Though many things felt odd, Idam was in no position to argue, so he nodded.
“I see…”
“Then, try calling me ‘honey’.”
“What?”
Idam’s eyes widened like saucers at the sudden intimate term of endearment. He was so confused, he wasn’t sure he had heard correctly.
“You can’t call me ‘CEO’ in that setting. We’re a married couple.”
“Ah… ah…”
While it made sense, Idam felt his cheeks burning up. He never imagined there would come a day in his life when he would use such terms of endearment, having thought marriage and relationships were not in his future.
“Come on, try it. Honey.”
Taemin said with a sly smile, his eyes crinkling. He seemed as natural as if he had always had Idam as his bride. Idam’s small lips quivered before he managed to speak with difficulty.
“H-h… honey…”
After barely getting it out, his stomach felt queasy. It was like swallowing a red-hot stone. But Taemin looked unsatisfied, his expression turning disappointed.
“It seems we’ll need to practice using the term ‘honey’ naturally before we go to that gathering.”
“Practice?”
“Yes. So from now on, let’s call each other ‘honey’.”
“Ah…”
“You need to use it often to get used to it. In exchange, you don’t need to be formal in other ways, so just do this well.”
While his head understood Taemin’s words, his heart wondered if this was really okay. For some reason, his cheeks felt hot.
Meanwhile, Taemin climbed on top of Idam. He quickly removed the pajamas and underwear covering Idam’s body. In an instant, Idam was naked. And Taemin’s dick had grown even larger than before. Idam felt his bottom aching at the thought of having sex with him again.
“C-CEO… I… I’m still not…”
“I told you to call me ‘honey’.”
Taemin pointed out in an excited voice as he spread Idam’s legs. Then he immediately began to push his vein-covered dick into the pink opening. The insertion was quite tight, perhaps because they had been separated for about half a day.
“Ah… no, this… ugh.”
Idam moaned, shuddering as he tried to push away Taemin’s organ. But the hole that had been trained for two days soon became slick with moisture and swallowed Taemin’s entire length in an instant. Taemin’s coarse pubic hair tickled against Idam’s perineum.
“Ah… fuck, this feels so good.”
Taemin exclaimed in admiration as he began to move his hips back and forth.
“Haa… nng… nng… ah…”
Idam, who had been uncomfortable, now let out hot moans. He didn’t understand why his heart was racing fast and his body was sucking in Taemin’s dick when Taemin was burdensome, scary, and unpleasant. Taemin watched Idam melting with satisfaction and reached out his hand. He interlocked fingers with both of Idam’s hands and began to thrust his hips in earnest.
“Haa… nng… nng… f-fas… ter… nng… haa…”
Idam moaned, throwing his head back. Feeling the hard glans piercing his insides vividly, he wrapped his legs around Taemin’s back. The bed creaked loudly as it shook.
Amidst this, Taemin spoke, mixing his words with heavy breaths.
“From now on, call me ‘honey’ a hundred times.”
“What?”
Idam’s eyes widened at Taemin’s crazy words. Taemin continued, his lips twitching.
“We need to practice.”
It was already unbearable just taking in his dick, which felt like a hundred-year-old snake, and now he wanted Idam to repeat that embarrassing term of endearment? He truly was a pervert. But Idam couldn’t refuse, so he finally opened his mouth.
“Honey…”
At that moment, Taemin’s organ became even harder and larger. It was as if Idam calling him “honey” was some kind of switch. Of course, his thrusting also became more vigorous.
That night, Idam had to call Taemin “honey” over and over until dawn. Even though he seemed to have said it more than 100 times, Taemin insisted it wasn’t enough. Of course, Idam’s body ended up drenched in semen, as if he had showered in it.
