Change (2)
Kim Seonghee, who had been traveling the provinces to preach, was exhausted. But he couldn’t postpone today’s schedule—it was the day he had been secretly looking forward to.
It was the day of the public sermon with the Leader of <Land of Happiness>. The last public sermon had been met with an overwhelmingly positive response, so Lee Jak must have put considerable effort into planning this one. Yet, he hadn’t shared the details with Seonghee. Seonghee didn’t mind. Just as he had done with Jiwon, the leader of <Land of Happiness>, sometimes it was more exciting to perform without knowing the full script.
And Seonghee was always confident. He wouldn’t be surprised by such trivial matters.
When he arrived at the <Land of Happiness> headquarters by car, Seonghee headed straight to the waiting room in the auditorium. Lee Jak had the followers assisting Seonghee wait elsewhere, leaving Seonghee alone in the room. As he waited, Seonghee wondered what kind of event had been planned to warrant such secrecy.
The door to the auditorium was closed, but beyond it, he could sense the presence of many people. The thought made his chest flutter. It was only natural for countless eyes to be fixed on him, believing in him, following him. Yet, even though it was natural, it still thrilled him at times.
Knock, knock. A knock came from the door leading to the auditorium. Seonghee walked over. As he stood before it, the door swung open as if by itself. Blinding lights poured in, revealing a crowd of masked people—and a massive chair.
Seonghee instinctively knew he was meant to sit there. The largest, most ornate things always belonged to him. He strode forward and took his seat. Followers immediately approached, binding his arms and legs to the chair with black leather straps.
“What the hell is this?” Seonghee growled under his breath. The followers didn’t answer. His limbs were spread wide, immobilized. Is this part of the performance? Just as he thought that, the door to the other waiting room opened, and Jiwon stepped out.
Jiwon was wearing the white Leader’s Robe. Seonghee was also dressed in white, but their outfits were fundamentally different. Unlike Seonghee’s tailored suit, Jiwon’s robe resembled a long, waist-cinched dress.
Jiwon approached and knelt before Seonghee. Seonghee smirked, lifting the corner of his mouth. From beneath the white veil wrapped around his head, Jiwon glared up at him.
“Go ahead,” Seonghee said casually.
Jiwon reached out and traced the inside of Seonghee’s thigh. Cameras followed his movements, capturing every detail. Jiwon’s actions weren’t particularly bold—just touching Seonghee, who was bound—but it was unbearable for Seonghee. Still, he feigned indifference and spoke to the followers.
“The Leader seems unusually aggressive today.”
Seonghee was naturally dominant, both in personality and in sex. He was the type to lead, not to be led. Yet here was Jiwon, touching him, making him burn, and it was driving him mad.
“Leader—”
“Shh.”
When Seonghee called his name, Jiwon pressed a finger to his own lips, silencing him. Jiwon began unbuckling Seonghee’s pants. He unzipped them, his fingertips brushing the thick outline of Seonghee’s erection. Everyone in the auditorium watched Jiwon’s hands. Then, without hesitation, Jiwon cupped Seonghee’s cock through his pants and began rubbing it openly.
Seonghee gritted his teeth, a groan escaping him.
“Kk…”
Only then did he realize—Jiwon was exacting revenge. During the promotional video shoot, Seonghee had left Jiwon bound and helpless. Now, Jiwon was returning the favor.
Jiwon pressed his cheek against the bulging outline of Seonghee’s cock, then licked it through the fabric. Seonghee’s thighs tensed, his suit pants straining as if they might burst. Lee Jak had provided Jiwon with various reference materials after hearing about his ambitious revenge plan. He even offered himself as a test subject, but Jiwon refused. As a man, Jiwon already had a rough idea of what would drive Seonghee wild.
But in the moment, none of that preparation seemed to matter.
Jiwon was embarrassed. Being pleasured in front of a crowd was humiliating, but he realized that pleasuring someone in front of a crowd was even more shameful. He didn’t know what to do.
“What do I do…?”
He licked the length of Seonghee’s cock through his pants, pressing his palm against the tip, stimulating it until it threatened to burst free. It was hard to believe that this massive thing had once been inside him.
He had come this far, but what came next was the problem. Jiwon wanted to make Seonghee desperate, to torment him until he was frantic with need. But he didn’t know how, and he hesitated.
The auditorium was eerily silent, yet charged with a strange excitement. Jiwon found it terrifying.
“If I don’t do this right, water bottles will come flying.”
Lee Jak’s words from the last public sermon lingered in his mind. He didn’t know what an angry mob might do. The thought made him both ashamed and unable to stop.
Jiwon struggled to his feet and climbed onto Seonghee’s thighs. Finally, he pulled out Seonghee’s cock. The thick, erect flesh sprang free. He could feel the followers’ gazes burning into his back.
“Leader, you’re really going to do this here?”
Seonghee licked his lips, as if daring him to continue. His furrowed brows showed his irritation. Jiwon bit his lip. He gathered the long hem of his Leader’s Robe in one hand and lifted it up, revealing a pair of delicate white lace underwear clinging to his slender waist and small hips.
“Haa…”
A strange breath filled the auditorium. It was so quiet, you could hear a butterfly’s wings. Jiwon pulled the back of his robe forward, securing it with his left hand. Then, he gripped Seonghee’s nape with his right. He pressed his crotch, barely covered by the thin lace, against Seonghee’s cock. Through the fabric, their flesh met. Jiwon began to grind, rotating his hips slowly.
It was strange. He was the one leading the situation, but Seonghee’s sharp gaze and the weight of the crowd’s stares made him shrink. Yet he couldn’t stop. It was too late.
“Nngh…”
After loosening his already relaxed hole, Jiwon braced his thighs and slowly lowered himself onto Seonghee’s cock. The camera captured the moment his small hips greedily swallowed the thick flesh.
The cock slid in all the way to the root. Seonghee’s coarse pubic hair pressed against Jiwon’s smooth skin. His slick insides accepted the intrusion, but the overwhelming fullness was unfamiliar, and Jiwon trembled all over.
“Haah, ah, ugh…”
It was too much. The pressure alone made his prostate throb, sending waves of heat through his body, forcing moans from his lips. But stopping now was even worse.
Jiwon clenched his thighs and lifted himself slightly, then dropped back down.
“Nnngh!”
A sweet, almost unbelievable whimper escaped his nose. The sensation of being stuffed full and then slammed down made his vision blur with tears. His body went limp, but he wrapped his arms around Seonghee’s neck and lifted his hips again. He began to ride, grinding and swallowing Seonghee’s cock with each movement.
“Ah, hngh, ah, nn!”
Seonghee glared at him, as if he might tear Jiwon apart. Jiwon couldn’t bear it and squeezed his eyes shut. He focused on the cock impaling him and the pleasure it brought.
“Fuck, hngh!”
Seonghee couldn’t hold back any longer. He began thrusting his hips upward, slamming into Jiwon. His arms were bound, but his pelvis was free. Jiwon had been setting the pace, but Seonghee’s sudden intrusion threw off his rhythm.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!!”
“Leader, nn, hngh, kk!”
“Nn, Seonghee-ssi, ah, it, it’s too—!”
Jiwon’s body was violently shaken up and down, his back arching uncontrollably. He couldn’t even lean against Seonghee; he threw his head back, screaming. His tongue went slack, his words slurring, tears streaming down his face.
“Haa, ah, no, I, I don’t, it’s too, hngh, ah, too much, hngh!”
“You like it, don’t you? Hmm? No one believes your ‘no.’”
“N-no, ah, nn! Hngh, aaaah!!!”
Seonghee’s cock pounded into Jiwon at a relentless pace. The wet, squelching sounds turned into sharp, slapping noises. Once the moans started, they wouldn’t stop. Jiwon’s own cock, hidden beneath the Leader’s Robe, was rock-hard, leaking pre-cum.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
