“Ma-Manager-nim…?”
A subtle silence circled the hallway. Surim thought that since they had arrived at the office, they should gradually avoid this excessively intimate posture, so he moved stealthily to the side. However, before he could even move one step, Song Hanyeong roughly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to that spot.
“Oh my, I’ll go in first…”
Lee Myeongho, who had been walking behind them, skillfully slipped past the two. Once he disappeared beyond the hallway and only the two remained, the atmosphere became even more subtle.
Surim was dragged into the break room by Song Hanyeong. Song Hanyeong pushed Surim to sit on the sofa and then stood in front of him with his arms crossed.
“So, what happened?”
“Ji Seongchan-ssi said he didn’t know. About the plant pot. He said he just introduced me to the place that was introduced to him. And the person who introduced that place to him was the Senior Researcher from Research Lab 8…”
Even at those words, Song Hanyeong only twitched his eyebrows slightly and showed no further reaction.
“…Did you know by any chance?”
“I didn’t think that man was involved from the beginning.”
“What? Then why did you care so much?”
“Because Jin Surim-ssi was needlessly going around meeting people.”
“…What?”
What kind of talk was that?
When Surim looked up blankly, Song Hanyeong approached the door, locked it, and completely lowered the blinds that had been clumsily covering the glass door. The break room was instantly plunged into darkness.
“……”
“……”
Light seeping through the blinds was grazing Song Hanyeong’s cheek. It looked so eerily beautiful that Surim unconsciously swallowed his dry saliva. Tension flowed through his entire body, and the root of his tongue tingled painfully with an unidentifiable sense of anticipation.
“Manager… nim…”
“You have to receive punishment for not keeping your promise. Isn’t that right?”
“What, you’re going to punish me…”
“Well, what would be good?”
Song Hanyeong, who returned in front of Surim, pulled and loosened Surim’s tie. His fingertips gently caressed Surim’s earlobe, then passed by his neck and moved forward. Song Hanyeong unbuttoned Surim’s shirt buttons one by one.
“Th-this is the company though…”
“So?”
“Doing this kind of thing at the company, isn’t allowed…”
Though he mumbled his protest, Song Hanyeong sneered and said.
“It wouldn’t be the first time.”
That was true too. Last time, after giving blood to Song Hanyeong, hadn’t he taken his penis in his mouth at the company? Surim’s face turned bright red at the memory.
“St-still. Right now there are people outside…”
“Is it okay when there aren’t any?”
“…Yes. If there’s no one…”
Surim answered with his face deeply lowered. He knew it was crazy talk even to himself. Sex at the company, was that even plausible? But since he had already committed it once, if Song Hanyeong wanted, he could do it a few more times. Above all, Surim had a reason he couldn’t refuse Song Hanyeong.
Even if he was fine now, the fact that Song Hanyeong’s physical condition had worsened and he had lost so much weight that he looked gaunt was all his fault. As he bore responsibility, Surim felt obligated to grant what Song Hanyeong wanted.
“Then it won’t work now.”
Of course, even so, doing it where there were people was an exception. Unless one was a beast, how could one do such a thing?
Surim nodded his head vigorously.
Then Song Hanyeong lifted Surim up and sat on the sofa, placing him on his lap. It was a face-to-face sitting position. The two were very close.
“W-wait, that’s not… Hngh!”
He felt hot breath graze his neck, then sharp teeth bit down firmly on his neck. At that vivid sensation, Surim flinched and gripped Song Hanyeong’s shoulder tightly. Despite having boldly declared just moments ago that it was absolutely not allowed, his body heated up. A thrilling sensation spread from his neck throughout his entire body. Feeling like a scream-like moan would burst out at Song Hanyeong’s hand groping his back, Surim covered his mouth with his own hand.
“Hngh, mmph… hah… mmh.”
Song Hanyeong pulled Surim’s writhing body in his arms close to him and bit his neck again to swallow his blood. The moans trying to endure and the intermittently trembling body made him quite pleased.
He didn’t drink much. He only drank blood a few drops at a time, licked over the punctured marks, bit down repeatedly, then bit again to drink just a little more blood. Each time that process was repeated, Surim panted, went limp, then breathed as if sobbing again.
“You… bad…”
“Me?”
At the voice filled with laughter, Surim choked up and bit Song Hanyeong’s neck hard. The teeth didn’t go in well on the thick neck, but he still bit down hard.
There could only be an intention behind him doing this when he knew full well what would happen to him when bitten.
“Stop, stop it…”
“If I stop?”
Song Hanyeong gripped between Surim’s legs. Surim’s legs jumped.
“What are you going to do about this?”
“Hah… This is, because of Manager-nim… Ah!”
Surim hurriedly covered his mouth again. Song Hanyeong whispered in Surim’s ear as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“So, what did you say when there are people around?”
Surim glared at Song Hanyeong with resentful eyes, but knew it was already too late to stop. His penis was already erect and right before ejaculation. Not only that, but Song Hanyeong’s penis felt against his buttocks was also unusual.
“With my mouth, I’ll do it with my mouth. So please…”
“When there are people around, you’re planning to suck with your mouth.”
“Manager-nim…”
When he called out half-sobbing, Song Hanyeong let out a low laugh and released Surim. As soon as he collapsed to the floor as if escaping, Song Hanyeong spread his legs wide.
As if bewitched, Surim crawled between them, swallowed his dry saliva, and hesitated in front of him. He had said he would do it with his mouth because he was scared he might really do it, but he was still afraid of this situation. What if someone tried to enter the break room and rattled the door? And if the door opened…
“Surim-ssi.”
As he was hesitating like that, Song Hanyeong gently grabbed Surim’s hair and pulled him to his crotch. A hard sensation through the fabric poked Surim’s cheek.
“Swallow it.”
Surim squeezed his eyes shut and carefully lowered Song Hanyeong’s pants zipper.
* * *
Once was difficult, but from the second time it was easy. Song Hanyeong teased Surim in various places. He would wrap his arm around Surim’s waist in places like the break room, or approach Surim’s desk as if he had business and kiss his neck.
Each time, Surim worried about being caught by someone and tried to push Song Hanyeong away, but in the end had no choice but to accept it all. It was because the fact that it was all his fault for hurting Song Hanyeong kept weighing on his mind, making it impossible to truly shake him off. At least until Song Hanyeong gained as much weight as when they first met at the company, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to exert force.
In fact, Song Hanyeong had recovered his original condition long ago. The reason Song Hanyeong still looked gaunt was because Surim had rose-colored glasses on, so perhaps the day when he would push Song Hanyeong away would never come.
“Ah, stop…”
Surim moaned while gripping the shelf. He was hanging on the shelf with only his pants off, and behind him Song Hanyeong was kneeling on the floor with his face buried between Surim’s buttocks.
“Hah…”
When he bit down on the plump perineum with the tip of his teeth, Surim made a groaning sound and sniffled.
He had been pale-faced from the moment he was dragged to the warehouse. As if he had guessed what would happen now that they had entered a sealed place where no one could approach, he had even clung to the door handle.
But there was no way Jin Surim could withstand Song Hanyeong’s strength, and the current situation had unfolded.
“At the company, hngh, I told you not to do this…”
Song Hanyeong didn’t reply and pressed down on the swollen perineum with his tongue. In that place that was absolutely invisible to its owner, a uniquely shaped mark was faintly positioned.
It was the mark. Originally, a mark is completed by biting the skin over three or four days and pushing in one’s blood. However, Song Hanyeong was deliberately delaying its completion.
“Stop, please… Ngh…!”
Surim had noticed that this man had been obsessed with his perineum from some point on. But he couldn’t guess the reason at all. He could only guess that he might have some strange sexual desire.
“Manager-nim, Manager-niim…”
It was at some moment when the pitiful pleading had continued several times. With a slap sound, pain as if burned covered Surim’s buttocks.
“Ah!”
Startled, Surim looked back.
“Stay still.”
The already low voice sank even lower. Song Hanyeong, who whispered in a half-hoarse voice, kneaded the reddened buttocks as if showing them off.
“Hngh…”
His buttocks hurt a lot. Song Hanyeong sometimes hit his buttocks like this during sex. However, until now it had only been when his neck was bitten and his mind was a mess with desire.
This was the first time being hit while still in his right mind like now. An uncontrollable sense of grievance surged in.
