Gil Taeseo’s office sat isolated on the top floor of the building. Whether it was originally like that or deliberately cleared out, it was quiet without even an ant in sight. That somehow heightened the tension even more. It felt like entering a boss room he shouldn’t be going into.
When he pushed open the heavy door, the first thing he saw was an open space. In the spacious area, there was only a sofa with a glass table in front of it, and a large wooden desk and chair that appeared to be for work.
Even the typical green plants were nowhere to be seen—that was so very Gil Taeseo. He was someone who let even gardens die like that, so what could you expect?
‘What kind of whim is this?’
Saehyeon hesitated at the doorway. The man sat with his legs crossed in front of the desk, rubbing his brow. In front of him stood someone wearing a neat suit.
However, unlike the gangster-like subordinates he’d seen until now, this person even wore thin-framed glasses. They gave the impression of an ordinary office worker or perhaps a competent intellectual.
“The matter of securing investment cooperation…”
“Didn’t I tell you to properly verify that? Are my words a joke to you now?”
His crumpled expression was menacing, as if things weren’t going well. The man who was even quietly chewing out curses raised his head as if sensing someone’s presence.
The person standing in front did the same. The eyes behind the glasses widened in puzzlement upon discovering Saehyeon, who was clearly wearing casual clothes.
“What are you doing, standing there?”
“There’s… someone here.”
“Someone, what? If they can’t work, they’re less than human. You can leave now.”
“…Yes, Director-nim.”
The man exited the office with quick steps. He didn’t forget to greet Saehyeon, who was standing there awkwardly. Saehyeon, flustered, bowed his head deeply in return and raised his hand to rub his neck.
The man’s gaze stuck persistently to that hand.
“I even got rid of the intruder for you, so what’s the reason you’re not coming in now?”
“…Why did you call me to your office?”
There was no way he could readily enter. This was the first time he’d been called to the office out of the blue. An unfamiliar space, and an alpha who seemed displeased. Combined with the act they’d have to do afterward. It was a combination that seemed to Saehyeon like a comprehensive disaster gift set.
“Today, I’m really… dying from being busy, and these motherfuckers are working like shit.”
See? In the end, he was saying he was in a dog-shit mood right now. And to call him in the midst of that—did he need a punching bag or something?
He was getting a lot out of this arrangement too, so he generally just shut his eyes and went along with it, but that didn’t mean he intended to put up with being used as an outlet for frustration.
“What does that have to do with me?”
Answering that way, Saehyeon glanced at the hallway. The door was so thick it was hard to hold, so it seemed to have soundproofing. When he opened it and spoke, the sound echoed through the hallway, which bothered him.
In the end, Saehyeon closed the door and stepped inside. He didn’t forget to check if it was properly closed. So that whatever bullshit Gil Taeseo spouted wouldn’t leak outside.
“Is this so you can get through without killing anyone?”
‘…He’s not planning to kill me instead of other people, is he?’
Watching Saehyeon’s eyes fill with suspicion and wariness the more he spoke, Gil Taeseo let out a small sigh. Then he pushed the desk with his hand to create some space.
“I still have a long way to go before I’m done with work. Why don’t you come over here first?”
“…No way. You want to do it here?”
The view outside the windows he’d seen on the way up was definitely bright. Moreover, this wasn’t a hotel, a house, or a room—it was an office. Whether he knew Saehyeon was horrified or not, Gil Taeseo remained calm.
“Why? It’s enclosed, soundproofed, and there’s no kid. Isn’t it perfect for doing that?”
“…Crazy bastard.”
At Saehyeon’s even more disgusted reaction, the man rolled his tongue as if pondering. His sunken dimple puffed out.
The reason Gil Taeseo was pondering like this was because of the implicit rule that had settled between the two of them. Since the day Gil Taeseo had tried to confine and force Saehyeon, no act—whether treatment or anything else—could start without Saehyeon’s permission.
The reason he’d been calling him to normal places like hotels or houses until now was also for that reason. It was easiest to make him respond by thinking of it simply as ‘treatment.’
He’d resolved to accommodate him as much as possible since he had his own karma to bear. But he couldn’t help the mischievous feelings that occasionally rose up. Even so, he had to prevent crossing the line and having Lee Saehyeon run away.
‘Not that I’d let him run away anyway…’
He couldn’t ruin this current opportunity. Lee Saehyeon was acting more softly toward Gil Taeseo than expected. From the phone call that night when he’d realized the child’s existence, to every small action and way of speaking. He was probably putting up with it because of unavoidable circumstances, whether physical or financial.
“Then how about this?”
What did it matter? He just needed to dig in when given an opening. Look at now. Didn’t he easily fall for even a small trick?
He couldn’t be more pleased that Saehyeon willingly walked into his wide-open jaws. Even knowing it was out of necessity didn’t change that.
That was a thought Gil Taeseo could have because he didn’t know Saehyeon’s situation well. Between them, there were actually years that had been skipped.
That the alpha’s brain, which had become thick and meticulous from rolling on the dirty ground, was skillfully luring in a naive omega—only Gil Taeseo himself didn’t know this.
***
“Hngh…!”
Saehyeon covered his mouth and bent his waist forward. His forehead, leaning heavily forward, touched a firm shoulder. Each time Saehyeon shifted his body, strange sounds came from the chair. The sound of metal joints creaking, the sound of skin rubbing against surfaces soaked with sweat or something else, making squelching noises.
It was natural. No matter how expensive and good it looked, the chair was only made for one person. On it sat one sturdy alpha, and even if he was thin, a man with a beta’s frame was piled on top. It was impressive that it was holding up at all.
“You, you fucking…! If we do it here, you said we’d only do it once and finish!”
No matter how much soundproof glass was installed and all the blinds were drawn, outside was still outside. It was even a commercial building in the city center where many people were likely still going about their workday, and an office located within it at that.
The fact that they were doing such shameless acts in such a place made Saehyeon extremely tense.
‘I should have just told him to fuck off. No, I can’t tell him to fuck off. I should have told him to become a eunuch.’
There was a good reason why things had ended up this way. Gil Taeseo had proposed a negotiation, saying that since he still had plenty of work left and didn’t have time anyway.
If they did it here, they’d only do it once and be done—had he said something like that?
The problem was falling for that shitty sweet talk in the first place.
“Right, once. I haven’t even taken my dick out yet, so what are you going on about since earlier?”
The moment Saehyeon came closer, letting out a passive agreement. Like a hunter who’d been waiting for the right moment, large hands snatched and pulled his body in. Gil Taeseo lifted Saehyeon’s body, which he thought had become heavier from getting healthier, onto his lap as if handling a feather.
A solid arm wrapped around Saehyeon’s waist like shackles as he sat down with a thump in a face-to-face position. And the remaining hand immediately opened the drawer next to them.
“Fuck, you originally planned… to do this, ngh, didn’t you! No wonder… gel and condoms came out of the drawer!”
The ‘simple one time’ hadn’t even started yet.
While keeping his own clothes on, the man stripped off only Saehyeon’s lower garments. Then he immediately poured gel into the hole spread open by his fingers. Saehyeon trembled at the sensation of something cold and viscous digging into the hole. After pouring in almost an entire bottle, this time fingers dug in.
Like that, Gil Taeseo prodded at his rear for quite a while. Persistently, as if he’d make the tightly clinging inner walls burst and soften completely.
Each time the thick fingers thrust up, strange squelching sounds came from behind. Even if he covered his mouth to block his moans, there was no way to stop the wet sounds coming from the hole.
Saehyeon’s member, which had already climaxed two or three times, swayed while erect again. Was it getting hard again saying it felt good, even though it only came out thin now from the frequent relations? It was a phenomenon even the body’s owner couldn’t understand.
“Your body is still no different from a beta, so your back hole doesn’t even get wet, so I have to borrow the power of gel to make it soft and burst open. What else can I do?”
Using gel itself wasn’t the problem. The problem was the ulterior motive of hiding such lewd objects in the office.
Just as Saehyeon was about to protest, the hand that had been holding his waist lightly struck his buttocks.
“Ugh!”
Because of the gel that had messily flowed and splattered around, the plump flesh of his buttocks was wet as well. When it met the pot-lid-sized hand, it made a loud slapping sound.
When he tried to pull his waist back in confusion, this time the fingers inside the hole pushed in even deeper.
“Now you even move on your own. Have you decided to stop playing coy?”
“…You fucking, ngh, hah…!”
Gil Taeseo had definitely changed since that incomprehensible declaration of defeat. Saehyeon could go out freely, and the intimate relationship between the two only occurred with Saehyeon’s clear permission.
But that was only applicable to the superficial beginning. Once they entered into relations, Gil Taeseo acted as if trying to settle accounts for all the frustration he’d felt before getting permission.
He was like a gangster loan shark coming to collect on stored stolen goods or overdue debts.
Knowing that the more difficult the persuasion process, the more persistent the man became, and that this act had to happen anyway, Saehyeon often just compromised and let things go. He thought he’d done the same today, but it seemed some switch had been flipped again.
“You… you bastard. Become a eunuch…”
Anyway, the point was this. The ‘treatment’ acts between the two that happened quite frequently were considerably messy, voracious, and… also obscene, beyond their effectiveness and necessity. This was all Gil Taeseo’s fault.
