Side Story 3. Seo Ha-yoon
Seo Ha-yoon woke up early in the morning and took a shower before stepping into his dressing room. He picked up the freshly laundered dress shirt from the laundry room, unwrapped the plastic cover, and slipped it on. As he buttoned it up from the bottom, he suddenly turned around to check himself in the full-length mirror.
Lifting the hem of his shirt, he could see the faint marks left on his buttocks—traces of the leather paddle. A lingering aftereffect of Ha Jun-seo’s birthday gift.
“Ahh…”
He let out a deep sigh and resumed fastening his buttons. Choi Sang-hyuk had called him yesterday and the day before, but he had turned him down each time, using work and exhaustion as excuses. He had expected the marks to fade completely by today, but to his dismay, they were still faintly visible. They were nearly gone, but if one looked closely, the traces were still there.
If Sang-hyuk saw these, he would no doubt unleash a silent barrage of curses with his eyes.
“Well, nothing I can do about it.”
Muttering softly, Ha-yoon finished dressing for work. He put on a perfectly tailored suit, tied his necktie, and selected a watch to wear. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he left the house.
Today was Friday—finally. Since he had taken a day off earlier in the week, the weekend had arrived sooner than expected. But what was the point of a Friday night if he had no plans? Ha Jun-seo was too busy with his practice schedule to meet up, and he couldn’t see Choi Sang-hyuk because of the marks on his butt.
Spending Friday night alone meant drinking by himself. It seemed like this weekend was going to be utterly boring.
Ding.
The elevator stopped at the basement level. Ha-yoon walked toward his car in the parking lot. It was still the same BMW that Ha Jun-seo had gifted him. Driving a foreign car as a low-level employee felt burdensome, but both men had insisted that he was worrying over nothing.
In fact, they were already talking about upgrading his car, saying it was time for a new one.
He wasn’t entirely sure what kind of rumors circulated in the office, but he had a rough idea. A parachute hire in the general affairs team with nothing but a high school diploma. A young man driving an imported car.
Anyone with a keen eye would know that the clothes, watches, and shoes he wore daily easily cost tens of millions of won.
Some probably thought he was a clueless car-poor guy. Others assumed he was a rich kid from a wealthy family. Then there were those who might have guessed the truth, or at least something close to it.
But Ha-yoon didn’t really care what people said. As long as they weren’t gossiping to his face, they could say whatever they wanted behind his back. That was their business.
Of course, things hadn’t always been smooth sailing. In the beginning, some had tried to put him in his place, while others sneered at him openly, questioning his background.
Instead of ignoring them, Ha-yoon made sure to confront every single issue head-on. Normally, he was polite and well-mannered, but the moment someone crossed a line, he would come at them with sharp eyes and no hesitation.
As a result, fewer and fewer people dared to provoke him.
He wasn’t sure if they avoided him out of fear or just didn’t want the hassle. Either way, as long as they left him alone, that was all that mattered.
Turns out, having a bit of a temper made life a lot easier.
Just as he was about to open his car door—
Honk.
A soft honk sounded.
Turning his head, Seo Ha-yoon saw a black Benz parked nearby. In the driver’s seat sat Kim Sil-jang.
It was Choi Sang-hyuk’s car.
‘Fuck…’
Ha-yoon clicked his tongue inwardly but put on a pleasant expression. Quickly approaching the vehicle, he opened the backseat door.
“Sang-hyuk! Oh, I mean, Director. What brings you here?”
He greeted him with a bright smile, but Sang-hyuk simply gave a small nod, gesturing for him to get in.
“You came to pick me up? But what should I do? I think I should take my own car today. I’m planning to leave work on time, so it’ll be hard to match your schedule.”
Ha-yoon spoke apologetically, but it seemed Sang-hyuk had no intention of letting him go.
“Just get in.”
If Sang-hyuk said something twice, that meant there was no room for negotiation.
Suppressing a sigh, Ha-yoon obediently climbed into the backseat.
The moment he shut the door, the car began moving.
Ha-yoon kept his expression neutral, hoping they would get to the office quickly. The marks were already fading, so by tomorrow evening, they should be completely gone.
At least until then, he couldn’t let Sang-hyuk see his ass.
“Did you have breakfast?”
Ha-yoon asked in a lighthearted tone. Kim Sil-jang was right in front, but he didn’t care. The man knew all about their relationship—probably more than he wanted to. He had already seen everything there was to see, so there was no point in acting reserved.
Maybe it was because they hadn’t seen each other for two days, but today, Sang-hyuk’s face looked even more strikingly handsome.
To think a man like this was his.
Ha-yoon’s heart fluttered at the thought as he admired Sang-hyuk’s profile.
Then, without warning, Sang-hyuk reached out and yanked him forward.
“Uwah—! W-wait, Sang-hyuk?!”
Before he could react, he found himself sprawled over Sang-hyuk’s lap.
With practiced ease, Sang-hyuk’s hand slipped beneath him, unfastening his belt, undoing his pants buckle, and pulling down the zipper. Before Ha-yoon could even think to resist, his pants and underwear were yanked down in one swift motion.
“…Sang-hyuk…”
Ha-yoon’s voice trembled with humiliation as he lay across Sang-hyuk’s thighs, his bare ass completely exposed inside the moving car.
He could feel the weight of Sang-hyuk’s gaze, making his body shudder involuntarily. Large, firm hands gripped the flesh of his ass, kneading it with deliberate pressure.
“What did you get hit with?”
Sang-hyuk’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.
At first, Ha-yoon didn’t answer. But then, as if demanding a response, Sang-hyuk squeezed his ass roughly, making him gasp. In the end, he confessed the truth.
“A… a leather paddle…”
When he played with Ha Jun-seo, using toys never felt particularly shameful.
But having Sang-hyuk find out? That sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over him.
“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? Because you didn’t want me to see this?”
“…Yes…”
Ha-yoon nodded honestly. Then, as if to reassure him, he quickly added, “It only looks bad. It doesn’t really hurt. The marks should be completely gone by tomorrow.”
At Ha-yoon’s hurried explanation, Choi Sang-hyuk clicked his tongue in disapproval. He kneaded both cheeks of Ha-yoon’s ass repeatedly, as if unable to let go of the marks.
“Stop… Sang-hyuk, stop.”
Ha-yoon’s voice was small and hesitant as he tried to stop him. At his words, Sang-hyuk briefly paused, then slid his hand lower.
“Ah—no…!”
Ha-yoon gasped in shock as a firm hand suddenly grabbed his cock. But it was too late—Sang-hyuk had already felt it.
The evidence of his arousal.
“Seo Ha-yoon… Just showing me this mess got you turned on?” Sang-hyuk’s voice dripped with disbelief.
“I mean… We haven’t seen each other in three days… And you kept touching my ass…”
Even in his embarrassment, Ha-yoon muttered an excuse under his breath.
“Tch… Seriously.”
Sang-hyuk clicked his tongue again and pulled Ha-yoon up, seating him between his spread legs.
Ha-yoon’s erection stood blatantly exposed. He squirmed in his seat, aware of Kim Sil-jang sitting in the front. But Sang-hyuk didn’t care.
Sang-hyuk lowered his head, biting and nibbling at the nape of Ha-yoon’s neck as his hand started to pump his cock. Through the car windows, Ha-yoon could see other vehicles passing by on both sides. And right in front of them sat Kim Sil-jang.
But instead of subsiding, his erection only grew harder under Sang-hyuk’s touch.
“Mmnh… Hhn… Hhngh…”
Ha-yoon clamped his hands over his mouth, stifling the sounds escaping from his throat. His hips moved in sync with the firm strokes, his body responding instinctively to the stimulation. The combination of Sang-hyuk’s teeth teasing his sensitive neck and the rough pumps on his cock sent sparks of heat surging through him.
His breath hitched, his hands grasping at Sang-hyuk’s solid thigh as he neared his climax.
“Ah—ahh… I-I’m gonna—I’m coming!”
His voice was desperate as he mumbled the warning.
Sang-hyuk wrapped Ha-yoon’s cock with a handkerchief and stroked him harder.
“Ahh… Ahhn—!!!”
A suppressed moan spilled from Ha-yoon’s lips as he reached his peak.
In that moment of release, his gaze flickered to the rearview mirror—where he caught sight of his own reflection.
Even to himself, he looked obscenely debauched.
The handkerchief was quickly soaked through with cum.
Sang-hyuk meticulously wiped Ha-yoon clean before tossing the used cloth onto the floor. Then, as if nothing had happened, he calmly zipped up Ha-yoon’s pants and fastened the buckle.
Ha-yoon, panting against Sang-hyuk’s chest, was now neatly dressed again—aside from his still flushed, feverish face.
“Doing this in the car… What the hell is wrong with you?”
Muttering his belated complaint, Ha-yoon sluggishly moved back to his seat and weakly smacked Sang-hyuk’s arm. The mere thought of Kim Sil-jang witnessing all of this made his face burn hotter.
“What, would you have rather gone to work like that?”
Sang-hyuk shot back.
“I mean… I would’ve calmed down on my own after a bit…”
“You really think your filthy body would’ve just settled down after being neglected for three days?”
Sang-hyuk scoffed, his voice dripping with mockery.
Honestly, Sang-hyuk wasn’t wrong.
Ha-yoon had a high sex drive—more than most. Maybe it was because he was at his peak age, but if he didn’t get off at least once a day, his body felt restless. Yet, for the past three days, he had been avoiding Sang-hyuk just to hide the marks on his ass.
So it was only natural that his arousal wouldn’t subside so easily.
If Sang-hyuk hadn’t taken care of it just now, he probably would’ve spent his entire workday suffering from pent-up frustration.
