# Chapter 59
“This backstabbing is on a much larger scale.”
President Ahn’s visit along with Manager Cha’s tip was a one-two combo.
Just where had that guy been deceiving him from, and why had he deceived him like that? If he hadn’t heard it from President Ahn, how long was he planning to keep quiet and pretend to be the young master trying to avoid a political marriage?
After making the PC bang close down, how long did he intend to continue this contract dating game with him?
Yeomin both wanted and didn’t want to hear everything.
“How can I understand that lunatic?”
He probably did it for his own strange reasons.
For fun, or interest. Maybe even because he was bored. Or perhaps he’d gotten too immersed in playing savior to a poor commoner.
Yeomin’s hands trembled with indignation.
‘…The contract was supposed to end when Ian Group intervened.’
But President Ahn was never someone who had reason to interfere with the relationship between Joo Yeomin and Seol Jiho or urge them to break up.
So was this dating contract indefinite?
No. From the beginning, the contract terms themselves were nothing but a “fraudulent contract.”
So where should Joo Yeomin start tearing this apart and raising hell?
‘Should I trash the whole place?’
Yeomin’s eyes, unstoppable once he got started, flashed wildly. After scanning the house for things to destroy for revenge, he soon shook his head.
‘What did those things do wrong? This isn’t even Seol Jiho’s house anyway.’
Director Ahn was surely in on it too, but Yeomin didn’t have the luxury to resent him as well.
Yeomin wanted a more vicious and intense revenge than just trashing the place.
And why, at a time like this, did Yeojin’s utterly useless advice come to mind?
‘The way to avoid betrayal is to betray them first.’
‘…’
‘But what if you’ve been betrayed anyway? Then pay them back double. With that, there’s nothing to fear or resent in this world.’
If you don’t want to be betrayed, betray first. If you’ve already been betrayed? Then betray them twice as much.
He didn’t know why those words remained so intensely in his mind.
For the first time in his life, Yeomin decided to believe in his sister’s words.
* * *
Jiho came in looking exhausted only after nine. Yeomin came out, pretending to have just woken up.
Jiho, who had been walking in tiredly, pulled Yeomin close and embraced him as soon as he saw him, complaining:
“I really had a tough day today…”
As Yeomin slowly stroked Jiho’s back, he repeated to himself:
‘I felt like shit today because of you.’
Jiho, as if recharged from just one hug, asked brightly:
“Did you eat? You must have been hungry, hyung.”
“What time do you think it is? Of course I ate. What about you?”
“Director Ahn kept me and forced me to eat. I bought this for you too.”
What Jiho held out was a beautifully packaged…
“You like this, don’t you? You ate it well at the meat restaurant that time.”
…marinated crab.
Was he referring to when the three of them—including Lee Taeyang—went out for meat? ‘He really has a good memory.’ Before, he would have simply thought that, but now even that annoyed him.
‘I was really being kept like a pet, wasn’t I?’
Keeping him in a nice house, feeding him delicious food, giving him money regularly.
If he thought about it, this was exactly the life he had desperately wished for, so why did it feel so dirty?
Yeomin said, “That’s great. I’ll eat it tomorrow. Thank you.”
Yeomin was wearing the pajamas Jiho had bought him. He had waited in the state Jiho liked most, to please him.
Jiho buried his nose in Yeomin’s nape.
“You smell good, hyung.”
“I sprayed that perfume you bought me last time.”
“A delicious smell…”
The sweet citrus scent wasn’t to his taste, but Jiho loved it. More than the scent itself, he loved Joo Yeomin wearing it.
He looked genuinely happy, burying his face in Yeomin’s nape and breathing in.
‘Do you like it?’
He must. After all, everything was according to his taste and wishes, doing whatever he wanted.
Yeomin’s hand slowly stroked the back of Jiho’s head. Jiho seemed surprised by the gesture.
“That’s strange. Why are you being so nice today, hyung?”
“I’m always nice.”
“…That can’t be true.”
Yeomin’s hand moved from stroking the back of Jiho’s head down to his nape, and then to the back of his neck. It was an uncharacteristically explicit touch from Yeomin.
It was amusing how quickly Jiho responded and became excited, though Yeomin hadn’t done much.
‘So you still get horny for your toy regularly.’
“If you’ve eaten, go wash up.”
When Yeomin pulled away and spoke coldly, the guy who had been acting like a puppy just moments ago completely changed his expression.
“Should we shower together?”
Yeomin had always refused every time Jiho had whined about showering together before.
But today, he nodded.
This was for Seol Jiho’s greatest happiness, followed by his greatest misery. The greater the fall, the greater the pain.
“Really? We’re really showering together?”
“Go to the bathroom first and wait.”
“Okay. Come quickly. I can’t wait.”
“If it’s too hard to wait, just do it yourself.”
As much as he’d like to dunk the guy in the bathtub and be done with it…
Yeomin stared for a long time at Jiho as he excitedly headed to the bathroom.
‘Does Seol Jiho really believe that his deception and fake contract relationship is actually love?’
If that were the case, Yeomin really wanted to tell him. That such a thing is absolutely not love, that it’s just his delusion and selfish thinking—he wouldn’t feel satisfied until he denied it completely.
In fact, just telling him seemed too kind a method, making him hesitate. He wanted to make that clueless young master wake up with a sharp lesson.
“Should we have the alcohol you like too, hyung?”
Jiho peeked his head out from the bathroom door to ask.
“Sure. Do whatever you want.”
Yeomin showed a subtle smile. And as soon as Jiho went back into the bathroom, he hardened his face and muttered a curse.
“…Bastard.”
* * *
Yeomin and Jiho were soaking in the tub with bath salts dissolved in the water. The bathtub was spacious enough for both of them to lie down with room to spare.
Yeomin poured whiskey into an ice-filled glass and downed more than half of it in one go.
From his lips to his throat, from his collarbone to his chest. He could feel Jiho’s gaze following him. It was a gaze filled with desire, wetter and slicker than water.
Yeomin pondered.
‘Is Seol Jiho doing this because he lusts after men?’
But if that was his only goal, he would have played with people who lined up for him. There must be more than a few men who liked him.
So this guy must be beyond a simple pervert… a mental pervert.
“Why am I the only one drinking? What about you?”
“I was going to drink, but I can’t stand it.”
“Stand what?”
“…Wanting you.”
Jiho moved to Yeomin in an instant. The water made sounds as Jiho moved.
Immediately, Yeomin’s neck was grabbed and a tongue parted his lips.
The act of exploring his mouth, which still had the scent of alcohol, seemed rather urgent. Yeomin obediently opened his mouth and accepted his kiss.
“…”
The remaining whiskey aroma in his mouth, the fragrant bath salts, and Jiho’s body scent mixed together, making his head dizzy.
Jiho, who had been kissing him urgently as if devouring his breath, suddenly pulled away. Then, touching Yeomin’s cheek and forehead, he said worriedly:
“Your face is hot, hyung. You’re not sick, are you?”
“It’s because it’s hot in here. You’re the one who’s going to get sick, here.”
Yeomin’s hand touched Jiho underwater. Jiho bit his lip and moaned softly. Yeomin felt both pleasure and a sense of transgression.
Disgust toward Seol Jiho, who had deceived him and was now aroused by him. Simultaneously, self-loathing for becoming excited in front of such a Seol Jiho.
“Hyung…”
“What? You like this too, don’t you?”
“There’s still a long way to go before I like it.”
“…”
As expected, Jiho’s embarrassment didn’t last even three seconds. He grabbed Yeomin’s wrist and pulled it to cover more of himself.
Jiho’s hand completely covered Yeomin’s hand.
“Ah… hyung.”
The slippery entanglement of fingers underwater almost made Yeomin lose his mind. Jiho’s low moans in his ear contributed to that.
‘Let me be like a tongue in his mouth for now. This is the end, after all.’
This much, at least, could be considered a final kindness.
Now Yeomin caressed him without Jiho having to urge him.
Meanwhile, Jiho touched Yeomin’s neck and chest area with his fingertips. With very careful and curious gestures, as if handling an expensive craft.
“But how long are we going to keep doing this?”
“That depends on you, hyung.”
Yeomin’s wrist was starting to hurt. But the usual Jiho would never let him finish quickly.
Jiho smiled mischievously, as if he knew exactly what Yeomin was thinking about finishing quickly.
“I think it would end soon if you were more active, hyung.”
“…”
“I’m not forcing you. I’m happy just watching you like this.”
No, that’s what Joo Yeomin disliked. More troubling than his aching wrist was Jiho’s gaze. Having to constantly manage his expressions in front of him was much harder.
‘Better to get this over with than stay up all night.’
Yeomin promptly climbed on top of Jiho. Their bodies overlapped, slipping against each other in the bathtub.
Yeomin thought he’d made a good decision to drink the whiskey. Having sex with Seol Jiho in a bathtub while sober would be absurd.
“Ha. Wait, I think water is getting in.”
“You look pretty even in water, hyung.”
Yeomin was half-submerged and shaking, desperately holding back his moans.
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‘At this rate, I might collapse before Seol Jiho, damn it.’
“Yeomin, hyung…”
Pick one, either Yeomin or hyung. This guy really talks too much. Especially during this act.
Jiho’s pupils, half-dilated with excitement, were fixed solely on Yeomin. Like a robot with that location set as its target point. As if searching only for the path leading to Joo Yeomin.
Yeomin found that gaze too burdensome and covered Jiho’s eyes with his hand.
Even during this, Jiho’s waist kept moving, making it feel even more strange.
Biting Jiho’s shoulder as he removed his hand from the strong stimulation, Jiho murmured:
“You’re really strange today, hyung.”
“What about… you’re always strange.”
“Don’t you have something to tell me?”
It was a probing question. Actually, Jiho often did this. He seemed to be the most direct and honest person, yet he was also the most insidious and inscrutable.
Thinking that everything Jiho had said until now was just candy-coating to probe, manipulate, or seduce him, Yeomin clenched his molars.
He even felt remorse for being so naive as to fall for such shallow tricks.
‘Even if Seol Jiho is that kind of bastard, I shouldn’t have been fooled by someone like him.’
What words would give him the greatest shock? Yeomin pondered deeply at this moment.
And finally opened his mouth.
“You’re right. Actually, I have something to tell you.”
In fact, he was just as nasty as Jiho. He’d just been holding back because he wasn’t in a position to be mean. His nature was no different—equally nasty and childish.
That’s why he needed revenge when wronged, or he couldn’t be satisfied.
“What is it?”
Cutting off Jiho’s expectant words, Yeomin gently kissed him.
He savored Seol Jiho’s lips as if sipping a sweet drink, then pulled away.
“…”
With their eyes locked just centimeters apart, Yeomin whispered:
“Seol Jiho, I think I’ve started to like you.”
This was Joo Yeomin’s poisoned cup for Seol Jiho. A very vicious lie disguised with a sweet scent and taste.
He hoped this guy would swallow it willingly, sweetly.
So that whenever he heard someone say they liked him in the future, he couldn’t help but remember this moment.
“I like you, Seol Jiho.”
At that moment, facing Jiho with an entranced expression he’d never seen before,
Yeomin sensed his victory.
