Sa Gong-hyun, raising his chin slightly, lightly kissed Jae-young’s lips. His rough hand, parting through the t-shirt, traveled from the lower abdomen up to the chest. Sa Gong-hyun firmly pressed Jae-young’s nipple.
“…Mmm, ahh.”
“Move slowly. Like before.”
Jae-young looked down at the lips separated by an ambiguous distance, almost touching yet not. His lips, which had turned red that day from being bitten, were excessively erotic.
He carefully moved his hips as Sa Gong-hyun requested. Even with the slightest movement, the foreign sensation was extreme below. Seemingly frustrated that Jae-young couldn’t move boldly, Sa Gong-hyun sharply slapped his buttocks with his hand, then gripped it. His buttocks, blocked by Sa Gong-hyun’s hand, couldn’t release the heat and became scorching hot.
“Aahh! Ah, ah… it hurts…”
“Why are you looking at me with such longing eyes while pretending to be in pain?”
Sa Gong-hyun glanced at Jae-young and licked under his chin with his tongue. He wished he had licked his neck rather than his chin. When he gently lifted his chin, Sa Gong-hyun’s lips slid a bit lower.
His body heated up every time Sa Gong-hyun exhaled hot breaths. It added to his excitement, especially since he was caressing his neck, which was one of his erogenous zones.
Jae-young was so absorbed in the act that he didn’t even notice the pre-cum leaking from his cock. It wasn’t their usual intense sex, but rather playful sex. It felt good when his nipples were toyed with, and even the burning sensation on his buttocks felt good after some time had passed.
He even wanted to beg to be slapped once more. After brief contemplation, Jae-young cupped his cheeks with both hands.
In response, Sa Gong-hyun, who had been leaving hickeys on his neck, raised his head and consumed Jae-young’s lips.
His rough breathing completely filled the mucous membrane of Jae-young’s mouth. Jae-young intensely entwined with Sa Gong-hyun’s tongue before biting it gently.
“…Hmm, uh, that… do it once more.”
“What?”
“…Hit me one more time.”
He hadn’t known that a conversation exchanged while their lips pressed together could be this erotic. Perhaps it felt particularly sensual because he was sharing intimacy with him.
Sa Gong-hyun, who had been rolling his tongue over Jae-young’s hesitantly moving lips, suddenly burst into laughter.
“This is really mind-blowing.”
The hand that had been caressing the reddened skin since it was slapped rose into the air again. Then came another strike to the same spot. The intensity was greater than before.
“Hnh!”
It hurt enough to bring tears to his eyes. Feeling a stinging yet burning pain, Jae-young tightened around Sa Gong-hyun’s cock more firmly.
From that point on, Jae-young had to continuously rock his hips. Although he had only asked to be hit once more, Sa Gong-hyun slapped Jae-young’s buttocks whenever his movements became sluggish due to exhaustion.
That day, Jae-young was spanked so much that both his buttocks turned bright red, making it difficult for him to even sit.
***
He was a man who simply didn’t know moderation. Jae-young released a deep sigh as he recalled his buttocks covered in ointment.
After being held captive by Sa Gong-hyun all day, there wasn’t a spot on him that didn’t ache. Only after suffering from muscle pain and recovering somewhat was he finally able to leave his house.
If he hadn’t made the excuse of needing to go to school, he might have had to spend several days in that house.
Sa Gong-hyun, who should have been extremely busy with urgent matters, had stayed by Jae-young’s side the entire time. It was both strange and somewhat unsettling.
Whether it was Chairman Choi’s issue or the trouble Jae-young had caused by impersonating Hayashi Ren, Sa Gong-hyun should undoubtedly have been busier than usual. Sa Gong-hyun, who should have been busy, had not gone to work for several days and instead just held onto his phone.
His primary conversation partner was a man called “Director Ju.” He refused to answer any other numbers. Since he always moved away to take calls when the conversation seemed weighty, Jae-young couldn’t gather much information.
The next problem was that when he was with Sa Gong-hyun, he couldn’t contact his own group. Most troublesome of all was not being able to know the progress of their work in real-time.
The most he could do was pretend to go to the bathroom, call an eight-digit number, and send newly discovered information as a voice recording.
Even so, apart from reminding Ju-yeon about the appearance of the cameras he had described earlier and mentioning that despite the suspicious lack of windows in Sa Gong-hyun’s bedroom, he couldn’t find a safe despite thorough searching, most of what he shared was useless.
Upon returning home after a long time, the first thing Jae-young did was place the pill he had kept in his pocket into a small ziplock bag.
Next, he placed a strand of hair he had pulled while exchanging a final kiss with Sa Gong-hyun, who had escorted him home, into a new ziplock bag.
After that, Jae-young detached the special camera attached to his coat. He removed the button and inserted it into the accompanying case. Transferring the video to a memory card was a simple matter of pressing a single protruding button on the case.
About to grab his laptop and sit down, he remembered his swollen buttocks and walked to the bed instead. Lying on his stomach, he turned on his laptop.
After inserting the backed-up memory card into his laptop, Jae-young quickly played through about 1500 minutes of footage.
The way to Sa Gong-hyun’s house, then facing Sa Gong-hyun, Ver, and his house. The frequently shifting footage stabilized and transmitted a steady video only after Jae-young placed his coat on the sofa.
Jae-young, who had been rapidly pressing the right arrow key, stopped when he saw the scene of himself kissing Sa Gong-hyun. Feeling unnecessarily awkward, he ran his hand over the back of his neck once.
As he touched his lips, which no longer felt any stimulation, his lower abdomen strangely tightened, so he hurriedly skipped ahead in the video.
The scene of Sa Gong-hyun leaving the first-floor bedroom alone and entering the second-floor bedroom, the scene of Jae-young coming out of the bedroom after quite a long time and looking around the first floor, and then the scene of meeting Sa Gong-hyun again in front of the second-floor bedroom.
Jae-young intermittently pressed the right arrow key. They went to the terrace together, and then Jae-young entered the house alone and went out with a blanket. After that, he would probably need to skip through the video until early dawn.
However, there was a change in Jae-young’s consistently expressionless face.
“…What’s this?”
Jae-young’s eyes suddenly narrowed. He hadn’t skipped much of the video, but Sa Gong-hyun had appeared on screen.
“Wasn’t he sleeping…?”
A puzzled soliloquy burst out as if something unexpected had happened. Quickly rewinding the video, Jae-young checked the time when he left the terrace.
It had only been 40 minutes since Jae-young went back to the terrace and Sa Gong-hyun entered the house.
Sa Gong-hyun, who had carried Jae-young in, placed him in the first-floor bedroom and left the room alone. He went upstairs and… opened a door.
“…”
Not the second-floor bedroom, but the room at the very end of the right corridor. When Sa Gong-hyun disappeared from the screen, Jae-young diligently pressed the keys.
And the next time he appeared on screen was three hours later, at 6:20 AM.
Leaning back comfortably, he repeatedly brushed his bangs. With a seriously sunken face, he stubbornly stared at one point.
It wasn’t any particular object he was glaring at. There was a wall where Jae-young’s gaze was directed.
The dissatisfaction blooming across his face indicated that his mood was very displeased. Jae-young irritably brushed back his bangs, which had fallen down again.
Currently, there was one question floating around in Jae-young’s mind: why Sa Gong-hyun had pretended to sleep.
Was he annoyed by the constant talking? No matter how much he thought about it, that was the only reason. Yet he didn’t dismiss it as insignificant because it felt quite odd.
Come to think of it, he had never seen Sa Gong-hyun sleeping. He couldn’t tell if he really slept at all, or how his brain was structured to be perfectly fine with just a small amount of sleep.
Well, he had heard that there are people like Napoleon who naturally need little sleep. But this was the first time seeing it in person. Even if such a constitution exists, Sa Gong-hyun’s sleep time was shorter, not longer.
Sa Gong-hyun stayed in the end room for just over three hours. After that, he did enter the room next to the second-floor bedroom, but he stayed there for less than ten minutes. Judging by how he came out with changed clothes, it seemed to be a dressing room.
“Is he a nomad or what?”
He closed his eyes while venting his frustration. There was nothing special in the next recorded video.
He went out for exercise from early dawn, and after Jae-young left the house as if escaping, he left the house in a suit, presumably going to work.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
