After he finished, the follower spat Seonghee’s cum into a towel. Then he bowed deeply.
“Good work.”
“Thank you for letting me suck Kim Seonghee-nim’s cock.”
Seonghee praised the follower who had sucked him off so diligently. The follower, delighted, returned to his seat. Seonghee’s mood was ambiguous. He had achieved his goal, and everything was fine, but something felt off. He regretted not being able to finish properly because Jiwon had passed out. Seonghee stared at the door through which Jak and Jiwon had disappeared. Only for a moment.
Jak returned to the original leader’s office with Jiwon. On the way back, Jiwon, who had regained consciousness, sobbed. Jak removed the gag from Jiwon’s mouth. Jiwon’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor.
“Hng, h-hic.”
It hurt. The pleasure had been excruciating, and the pain had been terrifying. More than the sex itself, having his mouth covered and his throat choked, unable to move, had been the hardest. Jak sighed as he watched Jiwon silently cry, his mouth tightly shut.
“I’ll untie you.”
Jak undid the leather straps binding Jiwon’s body. The inside of the straps was lined with soft material, so they left no marks, but a red bruise was clearly visible around his neck—evidence of Seonghee yanking the leash and choking him multiple times.
“Are you okay?”
“Hng.”
Jiwon couldn’t even answer and just shook his head. He was far from okay. He had thought he was going to die. The sensation of being choked and suffocated by pleasure had felt like stepping to the edge of death and back.
He wondered if Seonghee had really needed to get that excited. Seonghee was experienced, a pro, or so he had said. But Jiwon hadn’t expected him to have sex without consent, without any care for his partner. There had been no warning, no mercy. It had been too harsh. He hadn’t wanted it to go that far.
Tears kept pouring out. He was so miserable he couldn’t even speak. Jak, watching Jiwon, gently patted his dry back and pulled him into an embrace.
“Don’t use the footage. It didn’t match the planned scenario. This was Seonghee-nim’s unilateral action. I’ll handle this thoroughly.”
“…It’s fine.”
“Hm?”
“Just… use it.”
“Leader-nim. Are you sure?”
“I’d rather not reshoot… Just use it.”
Jiwon didn’t want to go through another violent session with Seonghee for a reshoot. He was afraid of seeing Seonghee again. Jiwon buried himself deeper into Jak’s arms.
The original scenario Jak had planned was light bondage play. The leather straps and leash were just for show, meant to stimulate interest. Seonghee was supposed to demand humiliating words and actions from Jiwon, and Jiwon would comply, blushing. The sequence of the play had been scripted and sent in advance. Jak hadn’t expected Seonghee to actually use the leash—let alone multiple times.
This was Jak’s oversight. He should have used fake props, ones that would break if used for real. He regretted it too late.
“…Understood. Leader-nim, I’m truly sorry. I should have assisted you better.”
“…….”
Jiwon said nothing. He felt like all his energy had been drained. Jak took Jiwon to the bathroom, washed him, and put him to bed. He didn’t leave Jiwon’s side even after he fell asleep.
The area outside the bedroom grew noisy. Jak quietly left the bedroom so as not to wake Jiwon. An uninvited guest had arrived. Seonghee was sitting on the sofa in the leader’s office, legs spread wide, looking thoroughly displeased. Jak, preparing coffee, greeted his guest calmly.
“You’re still here. Wait a moment. I’ll bring you something to drink.”
“Where’s Seong Jiwon? Tell him to come out.”
“He’s unconscious. Let him rest. I’ll relay any message you have.”
Thud. Jak placed an iced coffee, packed with ice, in front of Seonghee. Seonghee’s expression twisted. Even if it was spring, the weather wasn’t that hot. It seemed Jak was telling him to drink up and leave.
Seonghee was annoyed, but he knew he had gone too far, so he obediently downed the coffee in one go. The cold liquid soothed his throat, calming him slightly. Then he shouted loudly:
“I came to apologize.”
“Hm?”
“I said I came to apologize. So wake up Seong Jiwon and bring him here.”
“No.”
Jak’s refusal made Seonghee’s face contort with anger. Seonghee stood up abruptly from the sofa and marched toward the bedroom. Thud, thud. The sound echoed.
“Kim Seonghee-nim!”
Jiwon woke at the noise. His whole body ached, and his throat throbbed. He wanted to go back to sleep. He was about to ask for painkillers, but Seonghee was faster. Seonghee flung open the bedroom door.
“You’re awake.”
“…….”
Seonghee looked at Jiwon. Jiwon couldn’t bear to meet his eyes. He could only see Jak approaching from behind. Wrapped tightly in the blanket, he looked at Jak desperately.
“Please leave.”
“You leave.”
“Kim Seonghee-nim.”
Jak spoke firmly, but Seonghee ignored him with a wave of his hand. Thud. As Seonghee stepped into the bedroom, Jiwon burrowed deeper into the blanket. Seonghee climbed onto the bed where Jiwon was lying. Jiwon, startled, scooted back and fell off the bed.
“Leader-nim!”
Jak rushed over and helped Jiwon up. The blanket had protected him from injury, but he was still trembling in fear.
“Fuck…….”
Seonghee was annoyed. He had come to apologize, but seeing Jiwon still trembling made him even more irritated. What annoyed him more was that he was getting aroused again at the sight. Did he have a taste for this? Seonghee asked himself.
Seonghee didn’t discriminate between men and women, but he always pursued mutual pleasure. What he had done earlier—forcing himself on someone—went against his philosophy. Yet he had lost control. It was the worst.
“I’m sorry.”
“…Hm?”
Hearing Seonghee’s apology, Jiwon could only stare in shock. He buried himself deeper into Jak’s arms. Seonghee found the sight pathetic, but since he had come this far, he had to achieve his purpose.
“…I didn’t mean to go that far. But seeing you react like that, I just… lost control.”
“Ah…….”
“You should have said no if you didn’t like it. I thought you were enjoying it. Anyway, I’m sorry. Does it hurt a lot?”
Jiwon nodded. It hurt. It hurt so much. He glared at Seonghee and retorted:
“I tried to say something, but you gagged me. I couldn’t speak… I didn’t want it…….”
“I already said I didn’t mean to go that far.”
“But…….”
Was this an apology? Jiwon was dumbfounded. Seonghee raised his voice even louder. In Korean society, the loudest voice usually won, and Seonghee knew that all too well.
“Then you shouldn’t have been so damn sexy. Hm? You were squeezing so tight, who would believe you didn’t like it? No one knew until you passed out!”
“Hm?”
“It’s true you were tight as hell. Fuck. I’m still hard. I’m the one who’s frustrated because I didn’t get to finish!”
Seonghee’s booming voice made Jiwon flinch. If the other person was reacting like this, maybe he really was at fault. Passing out and not satisfying Seonghee to the end—was that such a terrible thing?
Jiwon looked at Jak. He wanted him to provide an answer. Jak whispered softly into Jiwon’s ear:
“Just say you understand and let it go.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
