“It’s not all the way in yet.”
Cheon Tae-seong whispered through clenched teeth. Ha-jin’s insides—narrow and slick—were scorching hot, as if they were holding fire. The inner walls clung to his shaft, spasming as they sucked at his cock, egging him on. Holding Ha-jin tightly, he panted for breath.
Ha-jin was struggling just as much. It was his first time ever experiencing something like this, and the sensations were so dizzying that he could barely even open his eyes properly.
“……Gi-give me a kiss.”
At the timid, halting request, Cheon Tae-seong lifted his head and looked at Ha-jin.
“A kiss?”
He pressed his lips firmly to Ha-jin’s cheek, then pulled away and asked again.
“Not a kiss? You mean a peck?”
“……No, a kiss.”
“You want tongue?”
Too overwhelmed to answer, Ha-jin parted his lips and timidly stuck out his tongue. His reddened eyes were scrunched tight.
Those red, parted lips were unbearably stimulating. It was as if he were staring straight at Ha-jin’s twitching lower half—Cheon Tae-seong’s head spun. In the end, he couldn’t hold back and snapped his hips forward, slamming his cock in.
Slap! The sound of flesh colliding echoed harshly through the room.
“Hngh!”
The cock that split through his inner walls in one brutal thrust made it feel as though the tightly sealed place below had been torn in half. Expecting a gentle kiss, Ha-jin stared wide-eyed in betrayal. The impact deep in his belly knocked the breath clean out of him.
“Hhk… ahh…….”
“Hey, Lee Ha-jin… ngh…….”
Panting, Cheon Tae-seong cradled Ha-jin’s head. He bore down hard with his lower body, as if he were going to bite the cock clean off—but that rebellious cock of his only swelled even more. Stroking Ha-jin’s forehead, he kissed him the way he wanted, soothing him little by little.
His tongue scraped through Ha-jin’s mouth while his enraged cock rammed into his belly again and again, pounding him relentlessly. The more Ha-jin went limp, the more momentum Cheon Tae-seong’s hips gained. Thud, thud—he drove upward hard enough to rock their bodies, kneading and tormenting Ha-jin’s pale chest until the moans grew louder and louder.
“Hhk, hngh! Ahh!”
“Ha-jin… Lee Ha-jin…….”
Cheon Tae-seong propped himself halfway up, caging Ha-jin between his arms. Pressing his hips down deliberately, he studied Ha-jin’s expression. Every time his cock scraped some spot inside, the spasms intensified, and Ha-jin’s long lashes fluttered violently.
Trapped between their bodies, Ha-jin’s cock had already spasmed and leaked so many times on its own that pheromones filled the air. Each upward thrust sent thin semen splattering everywhere, soaking his chest slick and wet. Smacking his lips, Cheon Tae-seong licked at Ha-jin’s chest.
He scraped up the semen smeared here and there and sucked it up along with the nipple. The sweetness flooded his mouth, as if he were tasting honey itself. At the same time, thud—he rammed his cock deep inside again, drawing a sharp cry from Ha-jin.
“Hngh!”
The force of the thrusts left Ha-jin helplessly shaking. The suffocating fullness that had overwhelmed him earlier was long gone; with each rough insertion, only the heat piled higher and higher. His insides filled to the brim with pleasure, leaving him dizzy. When the glans scraped its way out along his inner walls, it sent jolts of sharp sensation—and when it plunged back inside, sparks seemed to fly.
“Hah, ngh! Ah! Hhk!”
Unable to endure it, Ha-jin squeezed his eyes shut and tangled his fingers in Cheon Tae-seong’s hair. That only made him suck and bite down on his chest even harder.
When he tore his mouth away with force, it made a loud pop! A red mark bloomed across Ha-jin’s white chest, the areola swelling thick and puffy. At that moment, Ha-jin shuddered violently and arched his waist.
“Hngh……!”
Cheon Tae-seong, who had been mercilessly driving into the deepest part of his belly, pulled his cock out. As the shaft slipped free in one motion from the swollen, clingy heat, Ha-jin’s inner walls wailed and followed after it. Grabbing Ha-jin’s spasming cock together with his own, he rubbed them together briskly. Squelch, squelch—lewd sounds rang out from both shafts as copious fluid splattered everywhere.
“Ah, ahh… I—something… I……”
“Come.”
“Hahhh!”
Veins bulged along Cheon Tae-seong’s forearm as he rubbed their cocks together. When he stroked the twitching glans with his palm, Ha-jin finally couldn’t hold back anymore and spilled again. But this time, it wasn’t just his own. Cheon Tae-seong’s hot release mixed in as it poured out, sending goosebumps rippling over Ha-jin’s entire body.
***
“This is a flower I haven’t seen in the garden before, isn’t it?”
Professor Joo Yoon-seo asked Oh San-daek.
Beside the bed where Cheon Soo-young lay, a bright bouquet of flowers not found in the garden had been arranged. Knowing Chairman Cheon Han-jo’s temperament—how he never allowed cut flowers in his daughter’s room—made it all the more puzzling.
“Ah, that—Ki-taek brought it. Well, the young master, I mean. I don’t know what got into him.”
“Oh? Really?”
This time, Joo Yoon-seo’s eyes widened.
Though she occasionally visited Chairman Cheon Han-jo’s estate, she knew all too well how Cheon Soo-young and Han Ki-taek had fallen out. The Chairman had imposed strict silence regarding his daughter’s health, but he’d never made much effort to hide the discord with his son-in-law.
Hearing Oh San-daek’s words, the blood-red flowers suddenly looked unsettling. Joo Yoon-seo shifted slightly and sniffed at them, then stopped, realizing she was entertaining a pointless thought.
At that moment, Chairman Cheon Han-jo opened the door and entered the room. Kim Dae-hong followed behind him, his complexion ashen, looking utterly exhausted.
“The examination is finished, Grandfather.”
“Ah, good. You’ve worked hard. How is my daughter? Was she all right?”
Chairman Cheon Han-jo walked over and sat beside Joo Yoon-seo. His gaze remained fixed on his daughter, Cheon Soo-young. Lying there with her eyes gently closed, she resembled Cheon Tae-seong far more than her father. Pale hair, bloodless skin, and beneath her closed lids, clear brown eyes hidden away—she was a striking beauty.
Following his gaze as she looked her over, Joo Yoon-seo smiled faintly.
“It seems you were right, Grandfather. Her pheromone levels have changed slightly. There are a few other things that concern me, so I’d like to bring her to the hospital and run a full set of tests.”
“Really?”
“Still, I want to say this in advance—please don’t get your hopes up too much. She’s been through so much emotionally all this time, and I worry I might be giving you false hope.”
“No, no. That’s fine. No need to worry about that.”
As Joo Yoon-seo spoke with Chairman Cheon Han-jo, their hands clasped together, her gaze suddenly drifted to Kim Dae-hong standing behind them.
“But what were you two talking about for so long?”
“Ah… well, there was something I wanted to ask him about……”
She’d asked out of sheer curiosity—Kim Dae-hong’s expression had been so strange she couldn’t help herself. Yet Chairman Cheon Han-jo, uncharacteristically cautious, trailed off without finishing his thought.
“If you’re done here, Doctor, why don’t you come downstairs and have a meal with us? We’re expecting guests, so I put some effort into it.”
“Sh-should I? Shall we go see what Oh San-daek’s prepared?”
Quick-witted, Oh San-daek stepped in to rescue him. And she didn’t stop there—like a herder driving cattle, she ushered both Chairman Cheon Han-jo and Kim Dae-hong out of the room. The Chairman, delighted, followed along willingly.
Watching the old man’s exaggerated, bustling retreat, Joo Yoon-seo chuckled. She gathered her stethoscope and medical bag, about to leave as well, when a small beeping sound stopped her short.
“Did something fall…?”
Turning back, she saw that one of the many lines hanging from Cheon Soo-young’s bed had slipped down to the floor, emitting a warning tone. Tracing the sound, she found that the device used to monitor oxygen saturation—the one wrapped around the fingertip—had come loose.
Had someone stepped on the line? Tilting her head briefly, Joo Yoon-seo reattached the device to Cheon Soo-young’s pale fingertip and left the room.
***
Feeling warmth tickling the tip of his nose, Ha-jin opened his eyes.
When he shifted his head slightly, the cheek that had been stuck to Cheon Tae-seong’s skin slowly peeled away. Only then did it sink in that he’d fallen asleep completely buried in his arms, using his arm as a pillow.
He’d slept so deeply that he couldn’t even remember when he’d fallen asleep. The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the mood light behind the headboard.
“CE……”
Ahem. Ha-jin cleared his throat. After screaming so much during such shameless acts, his voice had ended up pitifully hoarse. And yet, even that mosquito-like sound was enough to wake Cheon Tae-seong.
“Sleep more.”
Just when Ha-jin thought he was getting up, Cheon Tae-seong wrapped him back up with an arm like a log. Radiating intense heat from his large body, he pulled Ha-jin close again and draped a heavy leg over his thigh. Trapped all over again in an instant, Ha-jin squirmed and tried to push him away.
“C-CEO. I need to go check on Yushin. Please let go.”
“……Go where, exactly?”
Only then did the man sit up and turn his head to look for the clock. It was just past 4:30 a.m. Cheon Tae-seong reached out for a bottle of water and handed it to Ha-jin. His twitching eyebrows betrayed his displeasure.
“Your brother’s doing fine. Drink some water.”
“…….”
Waking up to hear him talk about going to his brother’s side—there was no way he’d be pleased. But Ha-jin felt the same. He’d agreed to count this as work, but he hadn’t said anything about staying out overnight two days in a row.
“Maybe I should at least call—”
“At this hour, your brother’s asleep. Don’t worry. Han-soo relayed everything.”
“How’s Yushin’s condition? He’s okay, right? No fever or anything…….”
“Han-soo took care of all that too.”
In truth, he hadn’t. Cheon Tae-seong lied without even blinking as he pressed Ha-jin back down. Then he reached for his phone to send a message to Lim Han-soo.
