Prologue
Deep in the night. A luxury sedan, its surface gleaming even in the dark, came to a stop like a crouching beast.
The streetlights were few and far between, leaving the secluded area all but swallowed in darkness. The designated driver who had abruptly been told to pull over squinted at the dull navigation screen, checking it hastily.
“You really want me to stop here? Right here?”
He had a young face, and his frustration was plain to hear. And no wonder — the destination that had been set when he first accepted the call was nowhere near this place. He’d been driving quietly with his passengers when the order to stop came out of nowhere, and it was nothing short of absurd.
“Hey, sir. I don’t know what’s going on, but you can’t just use a driver service like this. A person like you really ought to know better……”
Just where exactly is this place, anyway? The designated driver scratched his forehead and scanned the view outside the window. There was nothing nearby. No cars, no people, not even a single building worth mentioning.
“Ah, damn.”
He had no idea how he’d get back. Even if he called a cab right now, it would take a good while to reach him out here.
Maybe I took a wrong turn somewhere. At this ungodly hour, what reason could there be to stop a car in some backwater place where the asphalt wasn’t even properly paved?
He checked the backseat in the rearview mirror — he’d had a bad feeling about it for a while now. Truth be told, he’d been harboring suspicious thoughts.
The car had been silent the entire ride, which somehow made him more uneasy rather than less. He hadn’t been doing this long, but call it instinct — among the people who drove cars this expensive, there were more than a few lunatics who looked perfectly normal on the outside.
Then — without warning. A pale hand shot out from the darkness.
“……Here.”
“Pardon?”
“Your fare. Please take it.”
He glanced sideways at the person holding the money out to him. There were two passengers he’d brought along. A tall, well-built man who appeared to be drunk and asleep, and a man with fair skin and brown hair.
It was the latter of the two who was extending the bills. Both had seemed off to him for the entire ride, but this one was at least in better shape than the other. Though he had looked uneasy the whole time, somehow.
“Well, I mean, I’ll take the money for starters.”
The designated driver accepted the bills with an uncertain expression. Getting told to stop out of nowhere in a place like this — maybe there was at least a tip thrown in? He felt a small flicker of hope.
“The rest, please use for your taxi fare on the way back.”
The eyes that had been half-indifferent went wide in an instant.
“A-all of this?”
How much is all this? It was far more than he could call simple taxi fare — a thick, generous sum that far exceeded anything he’d expected.
“Yes.”
“Even so, I’m not sure I can accept this much……”
He spoke carefully, his complaints from before already completely forgotten. He pressed his lips together with all his might, fighting to suppress the smile threatening to spill out. If he had his way, he’d have whistled.
What should I do with this money. Call up some friends and buy drinks — he could pull off a real spread with this. The pale man who had seemed so suspicious just moments ago now struck him as someone with excellent manners and a fine character. Looking at him again, he was actually quite handsome, even giving off an air of refinement.
“You can keep all of it. Thank you for your hard work.”
“Yes! Thank you very much!”
In high spirits, the designated driver quickly folded the wad of bills in half and shoved it into his pocket before anyone could change their mind. He was a university student on a leave of absence, doing late-night driving gigs to make some pocket money — this was, quite literally, a windfall. He bowed with exaggerated formality at the waist and promptly got out of the car.
Clunk.
The moment the driver’s door shut, silence swallowed the interior of the car. A faint trace of wind brushed past one’s ears, and then even that faded away.
“……Darling.”
And then a voice drifted through the darkness.
“He’s gone.”
Ever so faintly.
The man’s whisper was exceedingly careful. Then the drunk man who had been called darling slowly opened his eyes.
“Was it all right to just let him go?”
His gaze, half-unfocused and languid, drifted toward the window. The sturdy retreating figure of the young designated driver making his way alone down the secluded road caught his eye.
“……”
“If you want his number, say so now and I’ll still get it.”
“……Heh.”
Yigyeol trembled at his husband’s hands spreading his thighs apart. He had already been bracing himself from the moment that faint smell of alcohol reached him, but the man truly looked like he was about to do something.
“Watching him snatch up that money like it was everything — looks like the kind you could put to good use every time your hole gets itchy. Don’t you think?”
What saturated that low voice was undeniably raw excitement. His hands were already undoing the buckle of his trousers.
“Wait……. It’s still too soon. He might notice…… Nngh.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
The loose trousers were stripped away without resistance. Then a large hand drove itself shamelessly beneath the palm-sized underwear that clung tight to his body.
“Either way, it seems like that one had already roughly figured it out. Since we’ve come this far, why didn’t you beg him to come inside you for a little extra on top?”
“Ahh……”
“From what I could see, if I hadn’t been there, you two would’ve been well into it by now — what a shame for you.”
“N-no. Darling.”
“Don’t give me no.”
The voice that gave a faint laugh and then murmured slowly was unsettling. He was clearly Yigyeol’s own husband, yet somehow felt like a different person altogether. The reason was the explicit words he would never so much as utter under normal circumstances, and the sinister look in his eyes.
“Then what is all this slick.”
“Aht…… Wonho……”
Moving past the length hardened by tension and anxiety, the man’s hand made its way to that hidden entrance. With a wet, slick sound. It was exactly as his mocking words had said. The mere brush of a touch was enough — arousal was already seeping out in abundance, wet and sticky enough to make a sound.
“Tell me. You’ve been out of your mind wanting to be taken since a while ago.”
“Ngh, nngh…… Stop, it’s too much……”
“That even in front of your husband, the sight of a fresh cock sends you spinning — did you think I wouldn’t know?”
Increasingly ragged breaths wove through the stream of questions pouring out one after another. The man shoved Yigyeol down roughly. He seemed unable to restrain his arousal as he spoke.
He yanked the underwear down to his thighs, restraining his legs so he couldn’t move freely, and flipped his lower half over just like that. The glistening, wet entrance was laid bare before his eyes.
The sensation of the leather seat against his skin below the waist made goosebumps rise all along him. More than the shameful position with his body folded in half, it was his husband’s demeanor that unsettled and frightened Yigyeol — trapped like an animal in a snare, unable to move an inch, he could only manage to shake his head with difficulty.
“Please, no. Hh, slowly……”
“Your hole is already this soaked. I can see it clearly — it’s fluttering with every word you say.”
Hff…… The man exhaled heavily. In the faint darkness, his gaze was fixed solely on the shameful place between Yigyeol’s buttocks.
A thick, insidious pheromone scent flooded through the interior of the car. A smell far too familiar — one that made arousal rise unbidden just from breathing it in.
Without meaning to, Yigyeol’s hips bucked. He tried desperately to clench down on the entrance that was twitching and writhing beyond his control, but the effort only made the way it clenched and pulsed even more visible. A hand feverish with arousal trailed roughly up the pale expanse of his skin.
“Or maybe, without my knowing — you’ve already been letting someone else have it? Is that why you’re this loose.”
“Ah, ahh……”
“Instead of keeping yourself clean out of consideration for your husband, who knows no one but you.”
“Hah, no……. Y-you’re misunderstanding. Darling, ah, mm……!”
Two long, straight fingers drove inside at once. Atop the entrance, a clear burst of liquid shot up and left a dotted pattern across the tautly drawn-up scrotum.
“Nngh! Ah, ah!”
