#89
“Hmm… ugh! Ah. Ugh! L-let go.”
“What do you want, Eunhong?”
“There’s nothing… ugh! Ah!”
Slippery fingers pushed inside all at once. It was a merciless invasion into an entrance that offered no resistance. Three fingers, no, maybe four—thought stopped, and saliva dripped from his open mouth. The thick fingers began to stir Eunhong rapidly, giving him no time to collect himself. Splash, splash, wet sounds filled the bathroom. Eunhong writhed under the rough fingers violently stirring his insides. His inner flesh, beyond his control, convulsed wildly, clenching around the intruder.
“Sob, ah! Th-ugh! St… sob…!”
When the fingers dug inside, an unbearable heat surged through him. Jaeha, like someone who knew Eunhong’s body structure intimately, easily parted the narrow inner walls to create a path, then found the spot that felt like lightning and pressed firmly. Eunhong’s lips trembled at the tremendous pleasure.
With the sensation of his lower body opening tightly, his mind fled and his vision flashed. As his legs weakened and he tried to sink down, Jaeha grabbed his pelvis to keep him upright. Thanks to this, his freed dick seized the opportunity to writhe and expel fluid. Jaeha embraced Eunhong’s rigid, trembling body and showered kisses on his spine. Eunhong couldn’t make a sound, only opening and closing his mouth. An overwhelming sensation raced through his entire body.
“Our baby comes well.”
Eunhong stood up while firmly held by his chest by Jaeha. No, it would be more accurate to say he was lifted up. Jaeha’s pheromones, much more intense than before, wreaked havoc in his mind. The sensation of his brain being thoroughly marinated made Eunhong want to sink down repeatedly.
Jaeha’s chest against his back was warm. The sensation of lips sucking his earlobe was ticklish. Every time teeth gently bit down, it sent electric waves below his navel. He leaned his head against Jaeha’s shoulder, lacking the strength to support his melting body.
“We haven’t finished washing yet, what are we going to do if you’re like this already.”
Eunhong, who had been closing his eyes as his mind drifted away, struggled at those words.
“If you’re going to do this, let’s go to the b-bed. I’m tired.”
“You’ll fall asleep if we go.”
Jaeha bit his shoulder with discontentment, then licked the spot thoroughly. His pheromones, which seemed inexhaustible and were pouring out as if to marinate Eunhong’s body, were still intensely bitter. The water that had pooled between his thighs flowed down in waves due to the hands that repeatedly gripped and released his buttocks.
His body, exhausted to the point where he couldn’t gather his embarrassment in such a short time, was ridiculous. It must be because of the intense pheromones. Sensing Eunhong’s mind trying to escape and flee, Jaeha grabbed his chin and turned his face. He scanned Eunhong with determined eyes.
“Your body… I haven’t finished washing it yet.”
There was a certain persistence in his words. Eunhong trembled. He knew well that when Lee Jaeha spoke with this voice and this look, there was no way to overcome his stubbornness. It was unclear which button had been pressed. He raised his powerless hands and clung to the arms that were like thick clubs. With trembling fingers, he desperately showed how difficult it was for him, but the smiling face remained firm.
His completely exhausted body went limp. Eunhong completely relaxed his entire body and leaned on Jaeha. When Jaeha laughed, making his throat vibrate, the connected bodies vibrated together. Even though their wet skin, mixed with sweat and bodily fluids, stuck to each other, Eunhong had the illusion that it was cozy.
“No, don’t sleep.”
Jaeha gently shook Eunhong. He tapped and gently bit him, asking to play more. But now it was beyond his limit. Eunhong felt as if his eyelids weighed a thousand pounds. Against his will, his eyes closed, and every time his body was shaken or warm water was poured on him, he tried to stay conscious by twitching his eyelids, but as if he had lost control, they wouldn’t obey him.
After a while, when Jaeha lifted the thoroughly boiled Eunhong and moved him to the bed, he seemed half-asleep, not knowing where he was being carried.
His limp fingertips were wrinkled from soaking in water. The originally light pink fingertips had turned red as if stained with balsam. Jaeha played with the softly limp hand, then impulsively bit one finger. Though he put considerable force into his teeth hoping to wake Eunhong, the exhausted sleeping man didn’t stir.
“Your stamina is weak… and you cry a lot.”
Muttering, he took the five fingers and kissed each tip one by one. After making him cry several times while washing, then selfishly tormenting him even after coming to the bed, Eunhong had finally gone completely limp. After wiping him down one more time, the tip of his nose shone white, and his white cheeks smelled like a cozy baby. It was a mystery why he smelled different from Jaeha despite using the same body wash.
Now only his own pheromones could be sensed from the completely clean body. After pouring out pheromones meticulously for a long time, even Eunhong’s pheromones had become faint. That was a shame, but it also gave him a strange satisfaction.
Looking at the reddened eyes, guilt inevitably arose. Jaeha stopped fiddling with Eunhong and put his arm under his neck to pull him into his embrace. He embraced him greedily, wrapping his arms around Eunhong’s shoulders as if claiming ownership. Burying his nose in the soft skin, a groaning sigh escaped spontaneously.
***
For Secretary Kim, today had been a long day.
Handling schedules in a foreign country was neither difficult nor special, as it was one of the familiar tasks he had done while working at Han Jung. It meant he had experienced everything there was to experience. However, it was rare for his employer to go crazy, so today could be counted as one of the most surprising days.
It was after Eunhong had entered the suite and everyone who had been called for help had gone. Even after ordering all attendants to return to their rooms and rest, Secretary Kim couldn’t relax for a long time. Only after the sun had completely set and all the lights in the hotel room had been turned off could he finally shower and lie down. But just as he was about to drift off to sleep, someone knocked on the door again.
“…”
When he opened the door, Secretary Kim was momentarily speechless at the sight of Lee Jaeha standing there. He almost asked what the matter was again.
“Secretary Kim. I came with a request.”
“…Couldn’t you have called?”
“I also wanted to get some cigarettes.”
“Ah, yes. Please come in.”
Jaeha stubbornly stood outside the door as if he would just take the cigarettes and go. He could have just asked for them to be brought to him. Jaeha was an employer with a soft side like this when it didn’t involve Eunhong. Secretary Kim clicked his tongue as he rummaged through his suit case. It was good that he had brought alpha-specific cigarettes that he, as a beta, didn’t need. It was a moment when long experience shone.
In addition, carefully gauging his employer’s languidly relaxed gaze, he cautiously brought up a topic. At times like this, even impossible things could become possible.
“Do you really have to do that, even though no major problem occurred?”
“Do what?”
“Firing those two people.”
Jaeha had fired both Nam Seunghee and the attendant he had left with Eunhong today, all within two days. It was a measure taken without even a moment’s consideration.
“I judged them to be lacking in job performance ability. Is there a problem?”
“Was it necessary to go that far? There will be talk of unfair dismissal.”
“What else can’t I do?”
“…”
Secretary Kim tried to continue speaking but stopped. The moment he spoke, Jaeha’s atmosphere changed instantly, and his eyes became savage. While he seemed like a gentle person, at times like this he was as bad as, if not worse than, Chairman Lee Shinje. The calculation formed in his mind that it would be faster for him to clean up the aftermath.
After briefly conveying his business, Jaeha picked up the cigarettes and lighter, then added before turning around.
“I’m sick of losing Eunhong.”
Despite the mounting pile of issues he would have to handle, Secretary Kim couldn’t help but smile at those words.
***
On the canvas covered in dark colors, the only light was a tiny window. A woman standing with her back turned, wearing a faded blue dress, had a skirt hem that hung limp as if soaked in dirty water. The ground she was stepping on with bare feet was mud made from red soil, making it look like a pool of blood.
“…I don’t understand modern art. I don’t want to understand it either.”
The gallery staff awkwardly smiled at Jaeha’s muttering.
“There’s nothing more to see, so let’s look at the contract. Let’s finish quickly.”
The staff were all puzzled by his attitude, which seemed almost careless. Having brought several of Han Nari’s works to the hotel at Jaeha’s request, they now had to check contract details with the legal team and go through complicated transfer procedures. Amidst all these cautious operations, only the concerned party, Lee Jaeha, maintained a detached attitude.
In fact, he couldn’t attach any meaning to whether the paintings were damaged, whether they were his mother’s posthumous works, what their value was, or anything else. He was just dispassionately executing his father’s will. He didn’t even attach meaning to the will itself. It was simply a matter of processing it quickly to avoid trouble. It was clear that after gathering her scattered paintings and sending them to Korea, he would completely detach himself from handling them afterward and not even look at them.
Some gallery staff frowned at his attitude of treating his mother’s works like secondhand goods, but as contract relationships typically go, they quickly conformed and continued processing the matter dryly.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
