Jihan tried to glare, tried to look fierce, but his body betrayed him, trembling violently. Fear bled into his expression. Seon watched him, then pressed a finger to his own lips—shh.
“I’ve never regretted a single thing in my life. How about you?”
“…………”
“Don’t be afraid. Just lie still. Like always. Quietly.”
In the dim glow of the single candle, Seon straddled Jihan’s waist and began untying his own robe. As the fabric slipped down, his broad, muscular shoulders and smooth chest were revealed. He smiled dazzlingly.
“We can’t have rumors spreading that we drank Goblin’s Water and fucked, now can we?”
Jihan’s stomach dropped. For a moment, Seon’s face above him seemed to warp, the room spinning. His body refused to obey him, as if trapped in a vise.
So this is how you blackmail me?
He wanted to scream. To howl at the top of his lungs and expose this bastard’s crimes to the world. But his dry lips only trembled, no sound escaping. Just as someone had said—if the Goblin’s Water scandal got out, a few lashes wouldn’t cut it. Exile would be the minimum.
What do I do? How do I—?
His mind was mush. Jihan’s eyes darted around desperately, searching for a way out of this nightmare. Then Seon leaned down, his hot breath brushing the nape of Jihan’s neck.
“Haa… hyung…”
Goosebumps erupted across his skin. The spot where Seon’s breath lingered tickled. Jihan flinched, trying to wedge his arm between them, to create distance.
“Did you put on perfume? I smell plum blossoms here.”
Seon’s nose grazed the sensitive skin below his ear. Jihan let out a weak, trembling “stop…” as he squirmed, but Seon caught both his wrists in one hand, immobilizing him. With the other, he rolled Jihan’s already hardened nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make him gasp.
“Ah—! You—you bastard—”
A warning growl, and a searing hand clamped over his other nipple, twisting. Jihan bit back a cry, his fingers digging into Seon’s shoulder. Sparks seemed to explode where he was touched.
“Nngh—hngh, stop—”
“You don’t sound like you mean it. Look how hard you are. Do you like your nipples played with, hyung?”
“I—I hate it… let go—”
“You’re getting louder. Ah, is that for someone else’s benefit?”
Jihan’s entire body shook as he tried to push Seon off. His face burned, sweat beading on his skin. He thrashed, but his wrists were forced above his head, held fast. Seon’s handsome face hovered inches away, taunting him. With one hand still restraining Jihan, he took the abused nipple between his fingers again and twisted.
“Ahn—!”
Jihan arched his back, writhing. Seon’s lips brushed his ear as he whispered:
“Should I call Grand Secretary Choi in here? Why keep making noise?”
“Fuck—you—! Stop touching me—!”
“Here?”
This time, Seon scraped his nail lightly over the sensitive peak. Jihan’s eyes squeezed shut, his teeth grinding so hard they creaked.
Seon’s body burned with heat. He shrugged off the rest of his robe, tossing it aside. Jihan tried to flip over and escape, but Seon flipped him back onto his back and finally—after teasing him with just his hands—closed his mouth around the throbbing nipple, sucking wetly.
“Hah—! Nngh—”
Jihan’s fingers clawed at Seon’s shoulders as a soundless scream tore from his throat.
“Stop—please—!”
His stifled voice was pitiful in its trembling.
“What if someone hears… the noise…”
Seon leaned in as if to kiss him, his face drawing dangerously close.
Jihan jerked his head away in alarm. Seon hesitated for a moment before whispering directly into his ear.
“Endure it. You can do it well.”
…Bastard. Jihan gritted his teeth, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Then Seon’s solid thigh forced its way between Jihan’s legs, spreading them apart. A hand slipped beneath his loose waistband, gripping a handful of his ass.
“All your fat goes here, hyung.”
The heat in his head suddenly drained away, leaving him cold.
Just as he feared, the hand that had been tracing the front of his pants now moved to untie them. Jihan’s vision swam.
He’s going to do it again. That monstrous thing, shoving it inside him. His heart pounded wildly. There were people in this house—if he opened his legs, he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet. He wouldn’t last. Someone would hear.
“No.”
Jihan muttered, barely managing to grab Seon’s wrist as he tried to strip off his pants—and then his undergarments.
He bowed his head, steadying his breath. His still-sore hole twitched on its own. Slowly, he lifted his gaze. Their eyes met. Staring at the man watching him so intently, Jihan repeated, firmer this time:
“No.”
Seon’s voice was sickeningly sweet.
“Why not?”
Did he really not know? Frustration twisted Jihan’s expression.
“If I—if I have to take that again, h-how am I supposed to stay quiet?!”
“You’ll manage. Better than having someone catch you with your legs spread for a man eight years younger, wouldn’t you say?”
“N-no… I don’t want to. Not there. I hate it.”
His mind, numb from shock and terror, could only repeat the same refusal, pushing away Seon’s hands with desperate stubbornness.
Hmm. Seon studied him with an unreadable expression before suddenly reaching out to cup Jihan’s cheek. Jihan flinched. Seon pressed his thumb against Jihan’s lower lip, then slid it between his slightly parted teeth.
“What about here?”
The wind howled outside, rattling the paper-latticed door. The sound of snow pelting the window was sharp and clear.
In the darkness, Jihan lowered his head and whispered:
“Then… promise me.”
“What kind of promise?”
“Instead of—instead of doing it there… I’ll do it with my mouth…”
His fist, resting on Seon’s thigh, trembled. How had he fallen this far? First forced to take a man’s cock from behind, and now—this. 28 years of living as a pampered young master, and now he was reduced to this.
Humiliation burned so fiercely he couldn’t even lift his face. Seon blinked slowly, a smirk curling his lips as the ache in his lower body grew. Oh, how delightful. The proud Choi Jihan, clinging to his own waistband, offering himself up. He couldn’t have asked for a better scenario.
“Be more specific. Say it with your own mouth.”
“…………”
“What exactly are you offering to do?”
Jihan’s chest heaved. Seon didn’t rush him. He waited, savoring the moment, for those small lips to form the words.
Jihan’s voice trembled like a leaf as he whispered:
“I’ll… suck your cock.”
Seon watched him, remembering the way plum blossom petals had scattered in the wind—light, elegant, fragrant.
A white hand, red only at the fingertips, reached toward him. What a fascinating contrast, he thought, leaning back slightly as he shifted his hips forward.
Jihan, now resigned, untied Seon’s waistband without resistance and pulled down his undergarments. But reality was never as simple as expectation.
Seon’s cock, already fully erect, jutted upward, veins throbbing along its thick shaft, the dark pubic hair around it exuding an air of danger.
…Has it gotten even bigger?
Jihan swallowed hard, instinctively recoiling.
How did I even take something like this inside me? And survive?
The fact that his body hadn’t split in two felt like a miracle. His hole and his mouth both seemed too small to handle it.
“Bring your face closer.”
Seon gave the base of his cock a little shake, and a bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip.
Jihan crouched between Seon’s legs, lowering his face. Seon watched intently as that pale, delicate face approached his dark, swollen cock. The slick head tapped lightly against Jihan’s left cheek. His eyelids fluttered.
Then came the commanding voice:
“How long should I wait?”
Jihan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed a curse. He knew prolonged arousal only made things harder, so he reluctantly wrapped his fingers around the base and flicked his tongue along the shaft, avoiding the dripping tip.
“Ugh… it tastes strange.”
“Ah, maybe I should’ve coated it in honey.”
“…………”
“Keep going.”
Jihan tried to think of the okchundang sweets he’d eaten as a child. He squeezed his eyes shut and relied on touch alone, parting his lips to take the head inside. Even that much made his mouth feel stretched to its limit.
Slurp. Chup.
He lapped at the underside with his tongue, and Seon’s defined abs twitched visibly.
Jihan tilted his head slightly, opening his eyes to slits. He focused the tip of his tongue on the slit, pressing firmly.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
