#097
Although Yoon Marcia was a dedicated housekeeper belonging to the BK Group, she didn’t always stay at Gyo-ha’s officetel. As a high-quality worker, she was responsible for several other buildings besides Gyo-ha’s officetel.
One might ask what great skill is needed to maintain a house, but spacious living spaces, symbols of wealth, were just another expression for “extremely difficult to clean.”
How easy is it to keep stylish bathrooms with poor ventilation and deep bathtubs free of mold?
Moreover, with the homeowner having left for the United States indefinitely, leaving this vast space empty, managing the space’s condition was entirely Marcia’s responsibility. Keeping an unused space tidy required considerable effort.
However, for Yoon Marcia, an expert in multitasking who could do dishes while doing laundry and brew tea while cleaning windows, managing Gyo-ha’s officetel was manageable compared to other buildings.
With no homeowner present, there was no need to prepare meals, and without kitchen work, there was no food waste… Marcia really liked the youngest master who had left for America. Ho ho, now that it’s come to this, I wish all the other homeowners would go to America too!
As a result, Marcia’s visits to the officetel were irregular. This was natural since Gyo-ha hadn’t completely settled in Korea like in the fourteenth iteration. Marcia had her own cleaning schedule.
The problem was that she barged in while Gyo-ha was pushing his dick into Hwi-kyung. As he gently rubbed Hwi-kyung’s body, which had frozen like a stone in surprise, Gyo-ha briefly wondered if he had locked the bedroom door.
“Are you sleeping?”
A soft footstep sound was heard. Due to the carpet in the living room and Marcia wearing house slippers, it was a sound that couldn’t be heard unless one deliberately listened.
Marcia, who had stopped in front of the door, lightly knocked. Gyo-ha changed positions, hugging Hwi-kyung from behind as they lay on their sides. Then he covered Hwi-kyung’s mouth with his right hand.
It was fortunate that the bed was wide. If they just pulled up the blanket, it would look like Gyo-ha was lying alone. With his hand over Hwi-kyung’s mouth, Gyo-ha put his weight on him and pushed his dick in deeply.
“Hng, ah…”
Whether he accidentally blocked Hwi-kyung’s breathing while trying to just cover his mouth, Hwi-kyung’s face quickly became wet with tears. It was pitiful to see him grabbing Gyo-ha’s hand with trembling hands, trying to find room to breathe.
But because Marcia had finally opened Gyo-ha’s door, Hwi-kyung couldn’t resist much. Although physically impossible, it felt like the forcefully inserted dick was ransacking the inside of his stomach.
The thought of possibly being caught by someone else made his insides tighten busily. Gyo-ha, careful not to let out excited moans, firmly held Hwi-kyung with his arms and steadily pushed his dick in. Thanks to the dick inserted to its limit, it seemed like his lean stomach was bulging out.
“Oh my, sleeping without even unpacking.”
“…Could you possibly come tomorrow? Today I’m a bit, um, tired.”
“Of course. I came without knowing you had returned. If I had known you were back in Korea, I would have called before coming.”
“I came back secretly, so…”
“By the way, the room is a bit hot. Should I ventilate before I go?”
“No. It’s really fine.”
Hwi-kyung just trembled his shoulders, buried deep in the blanket. It was fortunate that he couldn’t properly feel shame due to the dick thrust deep inside, but being held down by arms so he couldn’t even squirm made him feel like he was being skewered by something.
As Gyo-ha’s attention was diverted to smoothing over the situation, his dick, which had been carefully and moderately digging in, unconsciously ransacked the inside roughly. He felt like he was about to let out a moan involuntarily, but because Gyo-ha had covered his mouth with his right hand of all things, he couldn’t even open his mouth freely.
His half-erect dick ached as if numb. Even though there was no semen to expel, his mind flickered like the precursor to ejaculation. He had to swallow his breath entirely to avoid letting out gasping moans from lack of air.
In the end, an unrefined pleasure flowed down his lower back as if he had just ejaculated, even though his front hadn’t been touched. It was at the moment when Marcia approached the bed and then turned to leave after hearing Gyo-ha say she could go.
“Hwi-kyung.”
When Gyo-ha checked on Hwi-kyung in his arms again, Hwi-kyung was just tightly gripping Gyo-ha’s arm with a bright red face. Whether he had reached climax without ejaculating, the inner walls gripping the dick were tightening rapidly.
Hwi-kyung gripped Gyo-ha’s arm tightly as if it were a lifeline, leaving hand marks on his wrist. Only then did Gyo-ha properly realize that the trembling body was due to pleasure, not shame or embarrassment. Hwi-kyung had become extremely excited at the thought that Marcia might see him like this with Gyo-ha.
“Don’t tell me you got excited at the thought of being caught?”
“It’s hard to, ah, breathe…”
“I must have blocked everything without realizing. Look how wet your face has become.”
Because he had been deeply buried under the blanket to hide from Marcia’s view, Hwi-kyung’s face was a mess of sweat and tears. His usually neat hair was sticking sparsely to his forehead and cheeks.
Separate from the gentle hand brushing back his hair, the act of thrusting into the softly loosened inner walls continued a bit roughly. Hwi-kyung was still gasping while holding his breath. He looked scared that Marcia might still be in the officetel.
Gyo-ha deliberately didn’t tell him that Marcia had left the officetel. Hwi-kyung seemed too distracted to have properly heard the front door.
Moreover, with two pairs of shoes at the entrance, there was no way Marcia had left without knowing anything. Even if she had only seen Gyo-ha lying down, she would have roughly figured out the situation.
However, Hwi-kyung was in no state to make such logical deductions, drunk on pleasure. Gyo-ha reassured Hwi-kyung that they wouldn’t be caught and thought he should give Marcia some extra incentive. This could be considered a work-related injury after all…
The point of connection heated up with friction from being thoroughly poked by both hand and dick. The sound of skin slapping became increasingly explicit. Afraid that messy moans would escape if he opened his mouth, Hwi-kyung just breathed intermittently with his face buried in the sheet.
Gyo-ha thrust the head of his dick deep into Hwi-kyung’s inner walls while holding him tightly. The spot that initially wouldn’t even allow entry now loosely melted, tightly wrapping around the shaft.
When he ejaculated while inserted after rubbing that spot a few more times, Hwi-kyung also properly released his white fluid. Tired from the continuous, unending act, Hwi-kyung collapsed onto the bed.
Gyo-ha, who had pulled out his dick, just slowly stroked Hwi-kyung’s lower back while holding his body. He felt elated thinking about getting scolded for clinging on without stopping even when Marcia barged in. It seemed he got most turned on when Jung Hwi-kyung scolded him.
* * *
If one could die of embarrassment, Hwi-kyung would have died long ago.
“She must have known everything already…”
“It would be hard not to know with two pairs of shoes at the entrance, right?”
“…”
“She’ll know I brought a man over, since there are clearly two pairs of men’s shoes.”
It was fine up until they bathed together in the bathroom and went to bed together. Even as his mind flickered like a fuse blowing, Hwi-kyung pulled Gyo-ha’s hair when he tried to put his right hand in the bathtub.
Then after wrapping a new bandage, they fell asleep in the same bed. They planned to wash the bedding that had become unusable from clinging to each other as soon as they woke up.
But what was this? When Hwi-kyung opened his eyes, dragging his body that felt like it would break, the time was already 6 PM. The bed sheets he had planned to tidy up as soon as he woke were already washed, and Gyo-ha was reheating the shrimp porridge that Marcia had thoughtfully prepared before leaving.
Hwi-kyung was stunned. Even if yesterday could be excused, today Marcia had seen all of this with her own eyes.
Since Marcia managed not only Gyo-ha’s officetel but also other buildings of the BK family, rumors about Gyo-ha meeting a man would surely spread in no time.
“What if your family finds out again? That you’re seeing a man…”
“Marcia isn’t the type to go around talking about it.”
“But she’s Catholic, isn’t she?”
“What about being Catholic? I heard the Lord isn’t so closed-minded these days.”
Because this wasn’t the fourteenth iteration, Marcia didn’t know anything about Hwi-kyung. Hwi-kyung held his forehead, thinking about how terrible his first impression must have been.
“I wanted to get along well with Marcia.”
“You can still get along well.”
“I don’t have the face to meet her.”
Gyo-ha, who had brilliantly sensed signs of Hwi-kyung’s overthinking getting worse, suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged him. Hwi-kyung, who had been despairing over human relationships and things that hadn’t even happened, immediately relaxed in Gyo-ha’s arms.
“Eat and sleep some more. You have a slight fever.”
“That’s because you… you know, did that.”
“Yes, yes, it’s my fault, so sleep some more. I’ll sleep beside you too.”
“I was going to take another exam tomorrow.”
“Let’s postpone tomorrow’s exam to tomorrow.”
If he had been alone, he would have gotten up saying it was nonsense and solved at least one more practice problem. But Hwi-kyung lay back down on the bed, held by Gyo-ha. Unlike his own bed which had only been uncomfortable, perhaps due to a different mattress, Gyo-ha’s bed was just soft.
“In my opinion, you’ll end up working someday.”
“Why are you suddenly cursing me?”
“No, even if left alone, you’re already jumping into the job market. It’s not a curse, it’s the truth.”
“…”
“For a diligent personality, paradoxically, doing nothing is stressful.”
As his eyes were drowsily closing, all of Gyo-ha’s words sounded like a lullaby. Hwi-kyung wanted to argue that he was really going to do nothing, but even he thought he would find a new job soon, so he just kept his mouth shut.
“If you have to work anyway, come to BK Entertainment. I’ll treat you well.”
“I told you I don’t want you as my boss…”
“But I like the idea of you as my subordinate.”
With those words, Hwi-kyung fell asleep again. Strangely, when Gyo-ha was nearby, he didn’t have nightmares. He always reassured Hwi-kyung like this. Even if everything couldn’t be good, it made him think that maybe they could live normally and well.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
