Soundly sleeping…
On the pure white, cozy bedding. Inside a nest seemingly woven from swan feathers, warm breath scattered.
Woonghee’s round cheek was buried in the pillow, crushed. Both hands tightly gripped his lower abdomen. His belly still rang with a zing. Because the man had stirred up his insides devastatingly. He was frantic to somehow shove that grotesquely knotted cock inside and make him hold it like seed.
‘Kheut…!’
How many times had he passionately spilled his seed inside Woonghee, spilling and spilling again. In the end, it was Woonghee who couldn’t endure to the end.
In that hot embrace, Woonghee collapsed as if fainting.
How much time had passed since falling asleep like that?
…Chzzzk, chzzzk.
Some sound grated on his ears.
“Uh…”
Woonghee slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a dome-shaped glass window. A glass window covered the ceiling of this room like a vast suite.
“Wow…”
It was a view that drew admiration involuntarily.
A sky dyed pitch black, storm clouds clumped like dust pits. Was that damn rainstorm raging again? The ship swayed. Massive waves seemed to be churning.
Like a butterfly wrapped tightly in the pure white web a spider had spun, Woonghee lay on his bed.
Chzk, chzzzk. Where on earth was this sound coming from? The pitch-black lump placed by his pillow was the epicenter.
“A… walkie-talkie?”
As if answering that monologue, a low voice flowed from the walkie-talkie. Woonghee brought the walkie-talkie to his ear and pressed the button.
“…It’s me.”
As he spoke softly, a terrible sound came from his throat. Managing Director Gi, that man from yesterday was really like someone who’d starved all day.
Soon a chzzzk mechanical sound was heard and a voice burst out.
– I know.
He muttered lowly. It was a terribly low voice. Woonghee’s knees twitched. Whenever he heard the man’s voice, his whole body would get goosebumps just like this. Because it was lewdly soaked through. As if anyone could easily know about the man’s passionate last night.
“…Where are you?”
– Come to the restaurant.
Tuk—and then the transmission cut off. Woonghee turned his head to the side. His reflection appeared in the large glass window. Managing Director Gi had clung to him voraciously as if scraping his bones. He had let out terrible moans beneath him like a tire being crushed and torn. As evidence of that, his naked body was a mess at a glance.
What about that chest visible through the gap in the open robe?
It was exactly as if a swarm of insects had charged at him in a group and chewed indiscriminately. Woonghee roughly fastened his robe and got up.
“……”
Screech—he carefully opened the door. The corridor was very long. Was the man at the end of this? If he walked here, would the man appear? To reach him, Woonghee walked barefoot.
Above, a splendid chandelier emitted pale light, and beneath his feet was a red carpet.
“This makes it just like…”
It felt exactly like being invited to an awards ceremony. Then was that man the host, and was he the presenter?
Squelch squelch—soft carpet tangled between his white toes. When he pushed open the large door at the end of the long corridor, a very long table was placed there. Luxurious like the gods’ dining table.
On top of it was a heap of good-looking food. In the very center was a crystal plate with abalone dishes surrounded by golden sauce. The abalone, completely peeled of its shell, gleamed plumply like jelly.
While gulping down saliva looking at the abalone, he saw the man seated at the end. He was in a perfect suit. He raised his thick eyebrows toward him.
“You look like a complete mess. Did you come from having sex?”
Having spouted that impossible joke, he folded the newspaper he’d been reading and tossed it aside. Then he extended both hands toward him and smiled. Very generously and charmingly.
“Come here.”
Their appearances were polar opposites. He was dressed so perfectly, while he looked like someone who’d clearly come after having promiscuous sex all night long.
‘…But so what.’
But so what could he do about it? Anyway, if you lifted that guy’s black suit, he’d be in the same state. Full of bright red traces of lovemaking. For instance, nail scratches on his thick back.
Screech. Woonghee didn’t even look at the man and pulled out a chair. It was a chair quite far from the man.
“You’re going to act like that?”
The man laughed as if dumbfounded, pressing his eyebrows.
“When we’re supposed to be lovers.”
Damn it, at those words Woonghee bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. Then he approached where the man was pointing. After that, he grabbed the man’s thick shoulders and asked.
“Won’t your pants get wet?”
Woonghee asked. Weren’t you a person who didn’t just dislike but loathed dirty things? You even found Lee Ijun’s touch filthy. When he asked provocatively like that, the man smiled even more deeply.
“That’s what I want.”
…Really? Woonghee finally sat on his thighs. When he pressed down on the hard muscles with his soft thighs, the man even let out a laugh as if satisfied. Even though the smooth suit pants were being stained with sticky slick, he was very generous.
Soon he, holding a fork, cut the highest quality abalone gleaming with luster and brought it to Woonghee’s lips.
“It’s abalone dishes made by a first-class chef. They say the finest black truffles were sprinkled on it too, so try eating it.”
As the man said, something like black snowflakes was indeed scattered on it. He waved it slightly in front of him as if enchanting him with the savory nut smell.
“Where are the other people?”
Woonghee ignored what had been delivered right to his mouth and tilted his chin to look up at him.
“You haven’t locked them up again, have you?”
“Woonghee-ssi is really talented.”
The man’s thick eyebrows twitched as if he found this very displeasing.
“At fucking up my mood, that is.”
“If you tell me, I’ll eat.”
As if refusing to back down, Woonghee faced the man’s gaze tensely.
“In their rooms.”
As he uttered those words, Woonghee accepted the abalone stuck on the fork. As the man said, it was incredibly delicious. Slightly spicy with a savory taste, it slid smoothly on his tongue even without deliberately chewing.
“Where are we right now?”
“We departed from Mindanao Island in the Philippines and just passed the northern part of Sulawesi Island in Indonesia.”
“…We crossed the border?”
“You have to eat one more time. I told you again.”
Woonghee bit down on his lower lip, then accepted it again. While chewing very slowly, he thought. This was definitely strange.
He’d never undergone immigration inspection, yet did it make sense that this huge ship had crossed the border?
Though he frowned at the incomprehensible words, the man smiled slowly. Secretively, as if knowing would hurt.
Then he held out another piece of abalone and spoke. Like a businessman holding a pen to conclude a contract.
“When the time I mentioned passes, I’ll let you off on Korean soil, Woonghee-ssi.”
If he accepted this proposal, he’d have to endure close to three months on this ship. He’d have to spend time alone with that man like this, as if they were really lovers.
“What will you do?”
“……”
The two exchanged glances wordlessly. The man’s eyes were cold and precise like glass shards. It was exactly as if he was penetrating his skin and scanning his bone structure.
Then a server who came out from the kitchen approached.
“Excuse me.”
With hands wearing white gloves, he held an empty wine glass and lowered his shoulders to tilt the bottle. A tseuroreuk sound continued. Red wine filled the glass completely.
“This wine is wine that Managing Director-nim personally prepared…”
The server tried to explain about the wine with a friendly face.
“Please give me a knife too.”
Woonghee cut off his words abruptly. Crack—fissures appeared in the server’s smiling face. His two pupils bypassed Woonghee and reached Managing Director Gi. He was like a puppet that thoroughly followed only his instructions.
“Give it to him.”
At that, the man pointed at Woonghee with his chin as if finding this interesting. Soon the server placed a new knife in front of Woonghee.
“Here it is.”
“Thank you.”
Woonghee slowly picked it up. The knife that seemed to hold moonlight was honed very sharply. It looked sharp enough to slice through any tough meat in one stroke, as if it wouldn’t irritate the man’s nerves at all.
…I could stab you with this and run away.
Under normal circumstances, he really might have done so. However, Woonghee stabbed the abalone with the knife as if crushing it.
Then he brought it to the man’s lips just like that. If careless, the tip of the knife could have reached his throat. But the man smiled slowly, tearing the corners of his mouth, then opened his mouth wide. And he took what Woonghee held in his grasp into his mouth, knife and all.
“Is it delicious?”
His lips slowly licked Woonghee’s fingers. Woonghee asked.
“Ask more sweetly.”
“Is it delicious?”
Junhyuk-ssi, he added slowly. At that, the man burst into laughter as if tickled, ha, ha.
Woonghee diligently emptied the plate while sitting on the man’s lap. While comparing the thickness of his plump thighs with his own thighs that were still only slender despite working hard to build muscle. He chewed and swallowed food combatively.
He, in an extremely good mood, pressed his lips firmly against Woonghee’s temple.
“Pretty.”
