Chapter 90
“……”
The two legs that had been helplessly trapped dropped onto the bed with a thud. Still breathless from the afterglow of pleasure, the half-dokkaebi gazed up at the man reflected in his trembling eyelashes.
His expression as he quietly picked up his phone was frigid. The eyes that had been burning red with uncontrollable desire were now coldly extinguished, as if it had never happened. It was more than just anger at being interrupted.
Vvvvvvv―
Shh.
When the vibration wouldn’t stop, Yeo Moon-beom raised a finger to his lips. It was a signal to be quiet and not make a sound.
Eun-hwi nodded slightly and covered his mouth with his hand. Tears, shimmering in his reddened eyes, streamed down his cheeks and seeped between his slender fingers.
Yeo Moon-beom rose from the bed, his gaze lingering on the wet fingertips before indifferently dropping away.
“Yes, Chairman.”
― You should have answered right away, why the dawdling!
The moment the call connected, a booming voice erupted, startling him for a moment. But soon, a familiar, sonorous voice stimulated the half-dokkaebi’s ears.
…Huh?
The owner of that voice, which made his heart sink just by hearing it, was a man with a face remarkably similar to Yeo Moon-beom’s.
The man who had committed unspeakable acts of cruelty in the past memories shown by Eodukseoni.
His past, which had been pushed to the back of Eun-hwi’s mind in the joy of regaining his stolen soul, resurfaced.
What on earth was going on?
Eun-hwi anxiously watched Yeo Moon-beom’s back as he turned away and answered the phone. The moisture that had disappeared welled up in his eyes again.
“I’m sorry. Something came up.”
Yeo Moon-beom headed to the bathroom, located separately from the bedroom, and turned on the faucet. He was careful to prevent Eun-hwi, with his keen hearing, from hearing the conversation.
The sound of rushing water reached even the other side of the receiver, causing Jang Gitae to clear his throat before getting straight to the point.
― When are you going to proceed with the demolition?
“As I mentioned before, the villagers’ opposition is extremely fierce. It doesn’t seem to be resolved with money, so I think we need more time. But we can’t just wait indefinitely, so we’ll try to start the work around the end of next month, if possible…”
Before Yeo Moon-beom could finish, Jang Gitae retorted sharply.
― Not next week, but next month? What am I supposed to do if you can’t even handle a simple demolition and it holds me back!
“Didn’t you say not to create any incidents that would damage the company’s image before launching the new group’s advertisement? Although it may be a hindrance now, these are the old folks who will become voters in the future and give strength to the Chairman. I will try to reach an amicable agreement as soon as possible.”
He calmly presented the answer he had prepared in advance. Jang Gitae, calming his agitated emotions at the mention of voters who would give him strength, spoke deliberately.
― I’m scheduled to go on a business trip to the Middle East with Minister Park this afternoon. I’m going to participate in the New City Cooperation Forum.
Minister Park was a prominent figure being considered as a candidate for the next president, and Jang Gitae had been courting him for quite some time to build connections.
Just as he was wondering how he had managed to entice Minister Park, who wouldn’t even acknowledge anyone who wasn’t a chaebol-level figure, Jang Gitae added.
― I heard Minister Park’s grandson has a rare, incurable heart disease.
Pediatric patients, whose bodies are smaller than adults, have to wait for months or longer to find a suitable donor heart for transplantation. However, the mortality rate during the waiting period is as high as 25%, so Minister Park seemed determined to treat his grandson by any means necessary.
Even by borrowing the hands of Jang Gitae, whom he regarded as a crude political thug.
As the situation was urgent, Jang Gitae had the opportunity to obtain compensation commensurate with the urgency. He would never miss the chance to hold a powerful figure in the ruling party in his hands and manipulate him.
Acquiring a suitable orphanage and finding an organ donor who meets the requirements wouldn’t be too difficult. Surprisingly, there were plenty of orphans.
“Congratulations, Chairman. You’re one step closer to your goal.”
Yeo Moon-beom spoke calmly, struggling to suppress the rising disgust. He had learned to sharpen the double-edged sword of cold reason and hide his desire for revenge through a lifetime of training. Groveling like a dog was nothing.
― Hahahaha. God must be on my side, definitely on my side. Don’t you think so?
Jang Gitae burst into hearty laughter. The desire to seize power, expecting the day he would take control, was thickly embedded in the end of his voice.
― Start the work unconditionally within this month. If you can’t resolve it by then, I’m thinking of entrusting this to Black Tiger.
Yeo Moon-beom clenched his fist. He was disgusted by the attitude that he would achieve his goal even if it meant bloodshed, as if the value of one life and the value of many lives were not even worth weighing.
He had no compassion for the villagers. Rather, he was closer to hating them, so he didn’t care whether they lived or died.
But the moment Black Tiger set foot on Wolhwa Island, Eun-hwi would be in more danger than anyone else.
“I understand, Chairman. I will try to finish it as soon as possible.”
― Don’t disappoint me any further, Moon-beom. I hope to hear good news when I return, if possible.
“Yes. I will definitely live up to your expectations. Have a safe trip.”
He had been carefully waiting for the right time, not tolerating even a 1% chance of failure. To perfectly realize the plan he had devoted his life to, it was time to prioritize bold drive over cold reason.
He would move up the plan and execute everything on the day Jang Gitae returned home.
After hanging up, Yeo Moon-beom barely grabbed the sink with his trembling hands and stared at his reflection in the mirror. A beast with Jang Gitae’s face was there.
“God is on my side, not yours.”
From the moment he faced the painful memories of the past, it felt like a countdown had begun. The ticking of the clock echoed loudly in Yeo Moon-beom’s ears.
He had never intended to take his time since leaving the island. But to immediately put the plan he had devoted his life to into action, he needed preparation.
Preparation to gain the power to confront the two monsters.
Yeo Moon-beom turned the faucet handle back to its original position and headed to the bedroom. Unlike him, who was fully dressed, a white, naked body greeted him.
“Baby.”
“Yeo Moon… Mister.”
“Why were you crying?”
He pulled the chin of the half-dokkaebi, who had eyes as red as a rabbit and was wiping away tears, and kissed his wet eyes. He had expected him to notice who he was talking to on the phone, but he didn’t know he was crying so much because of it.
“I’m just… scared…”
“You talked to Siri so well. What was so scary about that phone call that you cried?”
He pulled out a tissue and wiped away the semen that was still stuck to his chest. Then, he took off the shirt he was wearing and draped it over Eun-hwi’s shoulders, saying.
“I have to go somewhere urgently.”
“…Somewhere you have to go?”
His amber eyes widened at the unexpected words.
“Something important came up, so I have to go out. Will Eun-hwi rest and eat snacks? We’ll have sex later.”
“When will you be back?”
“I’ll be back as soon as possible. I’ll take the dokkaebi hat, so don’t go outside and just look around from inside.”
“…Can’t you not go?”
He often acted spoiled, as if he were a baby dokkaebi, but Yeo Moon-beom knew why he was grabbing him with such a serious face today.
“He’s not here. That man. He’s probably at the airport by now. He said he’s going abroad. You don’t have to worry.”
Yeo Moon-beom smiled, deepening his dimples. Eun-hwi, who had been constantly filled with anxiety at the sight of him turning away without any emotion earlier, finally put his arms into the sleeves and got up from the bed.
Perhaps because it was so large, the hem of the shirt came down long past his thighs. His fingers wriggled inside the sleeves that completely covered his hands.
“I thought you’d look like a little kid who stole his dad’s clothes, but you’re sexy.”
“Sexy?”
“Fucking sexy. So you have to keep wearing it until I get back. Got it?”
He had a set of clothes in his bundle, but he had to wear them tomorrow, so he had to wear this even if he didn’t like it.
Feeling very strange with his legs exposed, Eun-hwi took out a short-sleeved shirt from his magic bag and stopped Yeo Moon-beom, who was preparing to go out.
“But, Mister. What about that…?”
The half-dokkaebi’s eyes fell on his still bulging crotch.
“Don’t worry about it. I can just take it out.”
“Don’t do that, I’ll make you feel good. Mister.”
He knelt on the floor. The wool rug stung his legs, but Eun-hwi’s mind was filled with only one thought.
The thought that he wanted to make Yeo Moon-beom feel good because of him.
“Fuck. I’m going crazy.”
Yeo Moon-beom put his hand on his forehead and let out a hollow laugh. But he didn’t stop Eun-hwi’s actions. Rather, he raised the corners of his lips as if to say, “Go ahead and do whatever you want.”
He opened his pants button and pulled his underwear out. As if waiting for it, his fully aroused dick popped out. Even though he had held it in his body before, the half-dokkaebi forgot even that he had been crying a moment ago and exclaimed with pure admiration at the renewed sense of its presence.
“It’s a huge club…”
The way it twitched with bulging veins was more fascinating than grotesque. He was worried about whether it would all fit in his mouth, but Eun-hwi opened his mouth without hesitation and sucked on the erect dick that was rising straight up.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
