His body looked like it had been mauled by a beast—bite marks and torn skin scattered everywhere. But the most shocking sight was his thigh. It was streaked with dark red welts, like he’d been whipped repeatedly.
“Huh.”
Only then did Eun-jo look up at him. Jin Mu-seong’s face had gone ice-cold.
Ah…
It was only at that moment that Eun-jo seemed to realize the state of his own body. He hastily tried to cover his thigh with both hands, but it was no use.
His entire body had gone stiff from tension. He had no idea how Jin Mu-seong would react. If it had been Jung Tae-seok, he would’ve demanded to know who did this and chased it down to the bitter end. If it had been Park Se-yul, he would’ve scolded him for acting like a slut again.
But Jin Mu-seong? Eun-jo knew next to nothing about him. Just that he could stop time, liked putting on a show for others, and had some strange, voyeuristic kink.
Oh, and he’s filthy rich.
A man so rich that cheap tricks wouldn’t work on him. As Eun-jo reminded himself of that most important fact, he glanced up cautiously, trying to read his face.
I can’t tell what he’s thinking…
His expression was impossible to read. He seemed angry. Maybe amused. Or somehow… turned on?
Jin Mu-seong’s eyes were fixed on his thigh, like he was staring holes into it. Then suddenly, he reached out and pressed his palm against it.
Instantly, the throbbing pain vanished—like he’d used some kind of healing ability.
“Huh?”
Eun-jo glanced down. The injuries were still there, just as gruesome as before.
“What did you just do?”
Before he could make sense of it, Jin Mu-seong scooped him up in his arms and carried him to the main bath. He gently set him down on the edge of the tub.
Even when the water touched his skin, there was no pain. It was like time had really stopped…
“Wait, was that your ability?”
“…Only for the thigh.”
Seriously, what is this guy? He was way too powerful for someone who was supposed to be a minor character barely mentioned in passing.
As Eun-jo squinted at him with a mix of suspicion and awe, Jin Mu-seong quickly stripped off his suit. In one smooth motion, his three-piece came off, revealing a solid, muscular frame.
A body that made you stop and stare—massive, imposing, the kind of build you couldn’t find on anyone else. As Eun-jo’s eyes involuntarily traced those thick muscles, his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. He quickly turned his head and mumbled,
“How the hell do you take off a suit that fast…?”
“Lots of practice.”
What?! He turned back instinctively—and Jin Mu-seong was already in the bath. Their eyes met, and his narrowed into a sly, foxlike grin.
“Only in front of you.”
He said it with a teasing smile, then knelt on one knee and gently took Eun-jo’s foot in his hands. Resting it on his lap, he began pouring warm water over it, starting from the toes.
Mmm… His large hands moved expertly, massaging the foot, and a soft moan slipped from Eun-jo’s lips. It was like he’d majored in full-body massage—he pressed just right into every spot, like a pro.
“Why don’t we play without anyone getting hurt this time?”
His voice was soft and low, echoing off the bathroom walls.
“I don’t have healing abilities or anything. That’s a real shame, right?”
“…You’re not mad?”
“Mad?”
Jin Mu-seong let out a short laugh, like he’d just heard the dumbest thing in the world.
“Only guys with no self-control get mad about that kind of thing.”
His big hand fully enveloped Eun-jo’s foot. He held it like something sacred, lifted it gently—and pressed his lips to the tips of his toes.
“I’ve got confidence.”
“……”
“No matter who you fool around with, you’re coming back to me.”
Everything had flipped from the night before. Now it was Jin Mu-seong kneeling at his feet, looking up at him—and yet, somehow, it still felt like he was the one in control. The tension was so sharp it made Eun-jo swallow hard. Jin Mu-seong kissed his toes again.
“So I’ll kneel down and wait like a good boy.”
A sharp jolt ran through Eun-jo’s chest. His heartbeat thundered in his ears as heat surged through him.
He wasn’t dumb enough to mistake this for heart trouble. This was clearly something else. Trying to hide the blush spreading across his face, he ducked his head.
Jin Mu-seong lowered his lips slowly. Starting from the toes, he trailed kisses up his calf, each brush of his rough lips sending a jolt up Eun-jo’s spine.
“Nnngh…”
Even kneeling below him, Jin Mu-seong looked up with the eyes of a beast—hungry, focused, ready to devour. He moved in closer, spreading Eun-jo’s legs wide, and pressed soft, deliberate kisses to the tender flesh of his inner thigh.
In an instant, he dove between his legs, lips brushing dangerously close to Eun-jo’s most sensitive spot.
“Ahhn…!”
The second his lips grazed the half-hardened tip, Eun-jo jolted, a shiver running up his spine as his head snapped back. His breath came in heated pants. As his legs instinctively spread wider, imagining the heat of that mouth wrapped around him—
Jin Mu-seong pulled back and smirked.
“I said I’ll behave, didn’t I?”
He lifted both hands, like he was showing mercy. No more touching.
“…You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Me? Never. I wouldn’t dare.”
“Get back here. Now.”
Eun-jo, face blazing red, stomped his foot. Jin Mu-seong only moved further away. Frustrated beyond belief, Eun-jo snapped.
“Team Leader!”
“Baby.”
He corrected him calmly, his voice annoyingly casual.
“You said it just fine over the phone. So why the sudden return to ‘Team Leader’?”
A firm arm wrapped around Eun-jo’s waist. Without waiting for permission, Jin Mu-seong pulled him into the tub and locked him tight against his chest.
“Public saunas aren’t the place for this kind of thing, Guide Yeo Eun-jo.”
Then—like he really was here just to help him bathe—he started washing him. Every inch. Behind the knees, the inside of his thighs, his pale, smooth stomach. His touch was thorough, confident.
Eun-jo, half-hard and breathless, found himself leaning into Jin Mu-seong’s chest.
Again. It’s happening again.
Just like that first time—when Jin Mu-seong pretended to freeze time and completely toyed with him—he was being swept along with no resistance.
“Raise your arm.”
“…Fine.”
Grumbling, Eun-jo lifted his right arm. Jin Mu-seong scrubbed him down like an uncle bathing a child. It stung his pride.
If things kept going this way, he was going to get steamrolled again.
Not this time.
He needed something new. Something that’d throw Jin Mu-seong off his game. Something bold.
“Then stay right there.”
Eun-jo pushed him off and crawled to the opposite side of the bath. He sat on one of the flat stepping stones, his posture relaxed and teasing. Jin Mu-seong watched him, still lounging, still smiling like he was in control.
Smug bastard. Eun-jo cursed him internally.
“There was a cat next door I used to see a lot…”
Jin Mu-seong leaned back on his elbows, his voice a lazy drawl.
“White and cute.”
“……”
“Always darting around, jumping on everything.”
“And what about it?”
The sudden topic caught Eun-jo off guard. Jin Mu-seong let out a low chuckle, lips curling into a lopsided grin.
“It used to stare at me just like you are now. Every time I gave it a bath.”
“……”
“Though, honestly, I liked it better when it got angry.”
“…So you’ve been treating me like a cat this whole time?”
Jin Mu-seong’s grin deepened, irritatingly charming.
“As if. Obviously, you’re much prettier.”
Eun-jo exhaled sharply through his nose and steeled himself. He wasn’t going to let himself get dragged along again.
But before he could do anything, Jin Mu-seong reached toward him and clicked his tongue—exactly the way someone would call a kitten.
“Come over here while I’m still asking nicely.”
“Pass!”
Eun-jo snapped, voice firm and sharp.
“You just sit there and stay put. I’ll handle it myself.”
He spread his legs wide. The tension he’d been holding back finally gave way, and his arousal sprang free—flushed pink, smooth, not a trace of hair. Wrapping both hands around it, a jolt of pleasure raced up his spine.
“Haa…”
A soft moan slipped from his lips as he stroked himself, his body trembling faintly. It had been a long time since he’d done this on his own.
Before he died, his schedule was packed so tight there wasn’t even time to think about it. And after arriving here, it was always someone else’s hands doing the work. Sure, having someone else touch him felt incredible—but no one knew his body like he did.
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