“…What are you doing?”
After a brief silence, a voice came from above. Kim Min-seok slowly lifted his head. Choi Sang-hyuk was staring down at him with an incredulous expression, watching as he shrank back, bracing himself as if expecting a hit. His face twisted into something even harsher.
“You think I’m going to hit you?”
“I-I mean… You looked so angry, so I just reacted…”
“Ha—!”
Choi Sang-hyuk let out a rough sigh, running a hand through his hair. His normally neat hairstyle became disheveled in the process. He seemed furious that Kim Min-seok had even considered the possibility of being struck. Judging by his reaction, it was clear that Choi Sang-hyuk had never laid a hand on Seo Ha-yoon before.
Kim Min-seok had basically just accused him of being the kind of person who hits their lover. That realization made him feel even more guilty.
“…I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
Choi Sang-hyuk immediately shot back. Kim Min-seok’s lips parted, but no words came out.
Even though it wasn’t technically his fault, the fact remained—Seo Ha-yoon had cheated on Choi Sang-hyuk, had gotten caught, and even after getting caught, he had still fooled around with Ha Jun-seo. And now, on top of all that, Kim Min-seok had basically treated Choi Sang-hyuk like some abusive boyfriend.
“Say it. What exactly are you sorry for?”
Choi Sang-hyuk pressed again, his face still tight with anger. Kim Min-seok’s thoughts tangled into knots.
“I-I just… Everything. I’m sorry for everything.”
“Hah! Seriously…”
Choi Sang-hyuk sighed again, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. His expression screamed anger and exasperation.
At that moment, Ha Jun-seo stepped in, casually wrapping an arm around Kim Min-seok’s shoulder.
“Shouldn’t you let it go already? Ha-yoon looks really uncomfortable.”
“Stay out of this.”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s voice was sharp.
At almost the same moment, Kim Min-seok elbowed Ha Jun-seo in the ribs, silently telling him to back off. If he kept interfering, it would only fuel Choi Sang-hyuk’s anger even more.
“By the way, how did you even find this place?” Ha Jun-seo asked, smoothly changing the subject. “We were in the middle of having fun, you know. You totally ruined the mood.”
Only then did Kim Min-seok register the question. They were on some nameless backroad along a highway on the outskirts of Seoul. How had Choi Sang-hyuk managed to track them down so precisely?
“Ah, right. You put a leash on him already,” Ha Jun-seo muttered as if he had just figured it out. “You tracked him with that, didn’t you?”
Kim Min-seok instinctively touched his neck, but of course, there was no collar or anything like that. He turned to Ha Jun-seo with a confused look.
Ha Jun-seo leaned in, whispering by his ear.
“Your phone.”
“Ah…”
Kim Min-seok finally realized it. The new phone Choi Sang-hyuk had given him—it must have had a location-tracking app installed.
‘Come to think of it, he did tell me to stay put at home before he left this morning…’
Recalling the events of the morning, Kim Min-seok snuck a glance at Choi Sang-hyuk. Just then, their eyes met. Choi Sang-hyuk raised an eyebrow slightly before extending his hand toward him.
Thankfully, this time Kim Min-seok didn’t flinch or try to pull away. Choi Sang-hyuk grabbed his forearm and tugged him to his side, effortlessly dislodging Ha Jun-seo’s arm from around his shoulder.
“Come with me.”
With that short command, Choi Sang-hyuk turned and walked toward a black car parked behind the white Porsche. Kim Min-seok’s gaze flitted between Ha Jun-seo, who stood there with an easy smile as if nothing had happened, the Porsche’s trunk, which had a noticeable dent as if something had struck it hard, and finally, Choi Sang-hyuk’s broad back as he led him away.
Choi Sang-hyuk pushed Kim Min-seok into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver’s side and starting the engine. Through the windshield, Kim Min-seok could see Ha Jun-seo standing in front of the Porsche, waving his hand playfully as if sending them off.
On reflex, Kim Min-seok almost raised his own hand to wave back—only to freeze and quickly lower it when he caught sight of Choi Sang-hyuk’s sharp gaze.
***
By the time the car entered Seoul, the sky had already begun to darken. Inside the vehicle, silence lingered, thick and heavy.
Kim Min-seok kept his head down, fidgeting with his fingers or staring out the passenger-side window, pretending to be engrossed in the passing scenery.
But the moment they arrived at the apartment and stepped inside, he could no longer feign distraction.
Choi Sang-hyuk stood in the middle of the living room, feet planted firmly, eyes locked onto him.
Under that piercing gaze, Kim Min-seok felt as if he were completely exposed, stripped bare. His nerves were on edge, making his entire body hypersensitive.
The places Ha Jun-seo had played with earlier—his nipples, still sore from rough handling, stung slightly as they brushed against his shirt. His fingers twitched involuntarily, remembering the intrusion from before, and every time Choi Sang-hyuk’s dark eyes swept over him, his body betrayed him with small, involuntary flinches.
Choi Sang-hyuk had seen him sitting there, pants down, and had undoubtedly noticed that he had climaxed. But… had he realized that he had also been fucked?
Kim Min-seok’s thoughts spiraled as he tried to gauge just how much Choi Sang-hyuk had figured out.
Maybe it was because Seo Ha-yoon had been with Choi Sang-hyuk for two years before cheating on him with Ha Jun-seo. But to Kim Min-seok, Choi Sang-hyuk felt like the rightful, original partner—the main spouse. And now, after having been caught in such a humiliating state, he couldn’t help but feel deeply unsettled.
“Take it off.”
The command came suddenly, breaking the heavy silence.
Kim Min-seok flinched, his wide eyes snapping up to meet Choi Sang-hyuk’s.
“I said, take it off.”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s voice was steady, heavy with authority.
Kim Min-seok fumbled, gripping and releasing the hem of his shirt, flustered beyond belief.
“W-What… What do you mean, take off?”
Even as the words left his mouth, he knew how idiotic they sounded.
“All of it.”
Choi Sang-hyuk spoke briefly. It was only a few words, but his intense gaze urged him on. He was telling him—hurry up and take it off.
“R-right now?”
“…Here?”
“All of it?”
Even as Kim Min-seok stammered out his questions, Choi Sang-hyuk didn’t answer. He only stared at him with eyes that seemed to ask—do you want to die?
Kim Min-seok had confirmed today that Choi Sang-hyuk had never laid a hand on Seo Ha-yoon. But even though he knew he wouldn’t be hit, it was still hard to resist Choi Sang-hyuk’s commands and piercing gaze. He exuded that much overwhelming authority.
Kim Min-seok hesitated for a long time before finally gripping the hem of his shirt. Even then, he kept sneaking glances at Choi Sang-hyuk, gauging his reaction.
“Do I have to undress you myself?”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s question made Kim Min-seok flinch. He could already tell that letting him do it would be far from pleasant.
“…No. I’ll do it.”
Quickly shaking his head, Kim Min-seok slowly pulled off his shirt.
Thud.
The fabric slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor. Choi Sang-hyuk’s eyes immediately locked onto one of his nipples—flushed red and swollen. Out of the two small buds on his pale chest, only one stood out, puffy and irritated. The reason was obvious.
A wave of guilt and shame surged inside him. Without thinking, he covered the reddened nipple with his palm.
“Pants.”
Another command.
Kim Min-seok bit his lip, wondering what the hell he was doing. But there was no courage in him to refuse. After all, Seo Ha-yoon was guilty before Choi Sang-hyuk, and punishing the guilty was the victim’s right.
Dragging it out as long as possible, Kim Min-seok undid the button and unzipped his pants. Then, hesitantly, he pushed them down past his ankles and stepped out of them.
Now, all he had left was his underwear. His face burned with embarrassment and humiliation. One hand remained over his reddened nipple, while the other hovered over the damp front of his underwear, sticky with semen.
“…Isn’t this enough?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Choi Sang-hyuk scoffed. “Maybe you should stop spreading your legs for other men first.”
Kim Min-seok pressed his lips together, unable to come up with a response.
“Hurry up and take it off. Before I rip it off you myself.”
There was no doubt in his mind—Choi Sang-hyuk wouldn’t actually hurt him. That strange sense of trust remained unwavering. Yet, at the same time, fear crawled up his spine, and the tension in the air sent shivers through his body.
His hands trembled slightly as he finally peeled off his underwear, leaving himself completely bare.
Standing naked, Kim Min-seok forced himself to keep his posture straight as he looked at Choi Sang-hyuk. But his body still quivered faintly.
Hands tucked into his pockets, Choi Sang-hyuk stood there, his eyes trailing slowly over Kim Min-seok’s exposed form.
His dark gaze swept over his body, lingering on the nipple that was still red and swollen, then moving lower—to the unmistakable evidence of his earlier release.
A lump formed in Kim Min-seok’s throat. For some reason, he suddenly felt like crying. A dull ache of sadness welled up inside him, unexplainable and raw.
Tears burned at the edges of Kim Min-seok’s eyes. He could feel the heat rising around them, threatening to spill over.
“Tell me what you did with that bastard. Don’t leave out a single thing.”
Choi Sang-hyuk showed no intention of letting this go. His relentless command made Kim Min-seok bite down hard on his lower lip. His eyes grew hotter, and he had to clench his teeth to keep the tears from falling.
Even though he knew he was in the wrong—after all, as long as he was in Seo Ha-yoon’s body, this was a betrayal—he still felt a bitter sense of injustice gnawing at him.
“…Ha Jun-seo used his mouth on me.”
The words barely made it out. His voice was almost a whisper, but in the silence of the room, it was more than enough for Choi Sang-hyuk to hear.
“And?”
“And then… he asked me to do it for him too… so I did.”
As he confessed everything he had done, Kim Min-seok felt like a child being scolded by a parent.
But at the same time—no, he didn’t want to admit it—but a strange, almost imperceptible pleasure flickered inside him. He had no idea why he felt it. No reason for it. But it was there.
“When I was using my mouth on him… he suddenly put his fingers in me. And… he pinched my nipple. Hard.”
The moment the words left his mouth, a sharp ache pulsed through his lower body, making his stomach clench in shock.
Kim Min-seok inwardly recoiled, horrified.
His body—his damn body—was reacting to this?
What kind of twisted mess had he become?
