Prologue
“Nngh!”
A stifled, pained sound slipped through Seo-in’s clenched teeth.
“I get that you want to come, but can’t you hold it a little longer?”
The cock that had pushed in from behind kept relentlessly parting the flesh of his inner walls, grinding persistently into a single spot.
Kwon Gi-jeong thrust into him as though he already knew exactly which spots made Seo-in feel the most — stimulating only those areas with shameless precision. And even that wasn’t enough; he reached around to knead Seo-in’s cock as well. So no matter how hard Seo-in tried to hold back his orgasm by curling his toes, it was never going to work.
The one saying all that had pushed Seo-in into the bathtub, immediately grabbed his ass and spread it open, then shoved his fingers inside.
Outside, the sunlight was still blazing. Kwon Gi-jeong was driving Seo-in relentlessly, as though he’d completely lost track of time.
The twitching hole clenched around the cock buried inside it as if it might snap it off. The corners of Kwon Gi-jeong’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up at Seo-in — whose lips gleamed with saliva he hadn’t managed to swallow.
“I don’t even know where to begin teaching you.”
Kwon Gi-jeong slowly loosened the grip of his fingers. His upper body — layered with dense, solid muscle — shifted just slightly. With that movement alone, his cock drove itself deep inside the hole.
Seo-in’s body trembled and spasmed involuntarily. Kwon Gi-jeong lifted the hand he’d had submerged in the water and seized the back of Seo-in’s neck, yanking him downward.
Their lips met, and their tongues tangled fiercely against each other. Seo-in’s body bounced as he straddled Kwon Gi-jeong’s hips. The moment Kwon Gi-jeong released his grip on Seo-in’s cock, fluid streamed steadily from the tip of his slit. And then Kwon Gi-jeong’s thrusts began to gradually quicken.
Seo-in’s ass rocked wantonly back and forth from the cock pounding into his hole from behind. Unlike on a bed, being joined like this in the water meant there was no sharp pain to speak of.
If anything, every time Kwon Gi-jeong slammed his cock up into him like this, a shiver would crawl up his spine and bleach his vision white — and then, just as suddenly, the pleasure would crash downward, and everything before his eyes would go pitch black, as though the ground had dropped out from under him.
“Ha, haa……”
Their lips, which had been pressed roughly together, finally parted. It had all been because Kwon Gi-jeong had held him in place. Seo-in panted as he looked down. Under normal circumstances it would’ve been impossible, but during sex, Seo-in occasionally found himself looking down at Kwon Gi-jeong like this.
Kwon Gi-jeong’s eyes were wet with a watery gleam. Seo-in felt the intensity of Kwon Gi-jeong’s gaze — those eyes fixed on him with relentless fixation — as something burning.
He was always indifferent, cold, wearing that dry expression that showed no interest in anything around him. But right now, those eyes looked almost raw — like those of a beast that would lunge and sink its teeth into Seo-in’s throat the moment he tried to pull away.
“Breathe.”
Following those words, the shallow, ragged breaths spilling from Seo-in’s parted lips seemed to gradually even out — but in truth, even that didn’t last long. Kwon Gi-jeong’s cock was still churning relentlessly into him below.
“Pull this out for just a sec——”
Shouldn’t he at least pull his cock out before saying something like that to Seo-in? With it grinding so deeply against his insides, even managing to draw a breath was a struggle.
Kwon Gi-jeong spoke as though he were doing it for Seo-in’s sake, but in reality, it felt like he was only pushing him further.
“Wouldn’t it be better to do it here?”
Seo-in, still straddling Kwon Gi-jeong’s hips, felt his own ass rocking lewdly back and forth. It was because Kwon Gi-jeong had one hand gripping his slender waist and was pressing him down firmly onto his cock, grinding into him over and over.
“If we go to the bed, I’ll flip you over and pound you into it. Is that okay with you?”
A drop of saliva Seo-in couldn’t swallow fell onto the surface of the water. What was spilling from his parted lips now was no longer just ragged breaths. Seo-in found the sound of his own moans, grazing his own ears, strangely unfamiliar.
Perhaps it was because they were in the bathroom. The damp, heavy humidity mingled with Kwon Gi-jeong’s inkwood pheromone, wrapping densely around his body. And mixed into it was the wildwood scent drifting from Seo-in’s own body. The warm air around them kept coiling wetly against his skin.
Splash, splash.
Seo-in’s ass — one of the fleshier parts of his otherwise lean frame — rose just slightly above the surface of the water before being dragged back down mercilessly. Each time, the reddened rim of his hole would push the cock out almost to the head, only for it to be shoved back in, scraping against the entrance. Seo-in’s balls slapped wetly against Kwon Gi-jeong’s abdomen.
“Why don’t you say it? Tell me where you want to take my cock.”
Kwon Gi-jeong’s eyes, gazing up at Seo-in draped across his hips, were darkly suggestive. There was no way Seo-in could be making that kind of decision right now. He shook his head — barely perceptibly.
“Well, well. So neither option suits you?”
Quite the picky taste. Kwon Gi-jeong rolled one of Seo-in’s nipples between his fingertips.
“Hngh.”
The pained sound leaking through Seo-in’s teeth grew louder. Whether it was because Kwon Gi-jeong had brought it to his mouth and rolled it with his tongue before nibbling on it with his teeth, one nipple was slightly more swollen than the other. That spot Kwon Gi-jeong now rolled between his fingers.
“What are we going to do?”
Kwon Gi-jeong gripped Seo-in’s chin as he tipped forward. Before he pressed their lips slowly together, his low, measured voice cut through the sound of the splashing water.
“I’m going to do both.”
The tongue pushing past their joined lips felt to Seo-in exactly like something thrusting in and out of him. It scraped against the soft membrane inside his mouth, pressed deep into the inside of his cheek — and when his tongue tried to flee, Kwon Gi-jeong ensnared it and sucked hard as if to drag it outside. All the while, Seo-in’s backside emerged above the water. Held in Kwon Gi-jeong’s grip, his body heaved up and down.
“Haht, haaht! Ahht——”
Seo-in’s heated, breathless sounds spilled continuously through the bathroom. Then they were swallowed and scattered into Kwon Gi-jeong’s lips.
Even as Seo-in’s tongue was sucked out in a daze, the cock filling his hole kept moving the entire time — never diminishing in size.
“Open your eyes. Or do you plan on staying here all night? I don’t mind either way.”
For a brief moment, Kwon Gi-jeong’s thrusting slows. Seo-in’s eyelids lift sluggishly. The deep-set, sharply carved features of Kwon Gi-jeong’s face draw closer.
His hair, wet from the water, is dark in color. His eyes were much the same. Kwon Gi-jeong’s sharp nose tilts to one side. Seo-in thought he was going to press their lips together again. Seo-in’s aching lips parted slightly.
But instead, Kwon Gi-jeong slowly and carefully brushed aside the wet hair clinging to Seo-in’s cheek. The eyes brimming with moisture were quite the provocation to Kwon Gi-jeong’s carnal desire.
“This is a problem.”
The Park Seo-in right before his eyes was truly, genuinely problematic. Because whatever state he was in, every single thing about him managed to provoke Kwon Gi-jeong. He tenderly swept away the drops of water trailing down Seo-in’s cheek.
They looked so much like tears that he dragged his tongue slowly along the corner of Seo-in’s eye and pressed his lips to his eyelid. The flutter of Seo-in’s lashes against his lips tickled him. Even this tiny movement was enough to stir Kwon Gi-jeong.
In an instant, Seo-in felt the cock packed tightly inside him swell as though it might burst — and then scorching fluid came pouring out.
He had already lost count of how many times that made it.
Chapter 1
Kwon Gi-jeong pressed his fingertips firmly against the bridge of his nose. Shadows fell across the dress shirt that draped over his broad shoulders. The buttons of his vest pulled taut.
“He said it would be difficult to make it through the year.”
From beside him came the voice of Secretary Lee Dae-hyeon.
“Didn’t you say that same thing to me last time?”
Grind. The fingertips pressing against the bridge of his nose tensed almost imperceptibly — and then, as Gi-jeong pulled his long hand away, the eyes revealed beneath them were heavy with bone-deep exhaustion.
“Why? Are you trying to tell me my memory is wrong? My reputation may be terrible, but my head isn’t — so let me be clear on that.”
Secretary Lee struggled to compose the troubled expression on his face as he murmured.
“That’s……”
Secretary Lee’s gaze slipped away involuntarily. The thick brows, the deep-set eyes. The sharp nose, the jawline. As Gi-jeong listened to Secretary Lee speak, the tendons along his sternocleidomastoid stood out visibly.
“Your memory is correct, Executive Director.”
