Surim shut his mouth tight and breathed in through his nose.
“……”
Song Hanyeong bit his buttocks once as if taking a bite, then raised his body. The man who rested his chin on Surim’s shoulder whispered as if amused.
“Are you acting like this just because your butt got spanked a little?”
“It hurts…”
“I thought you liked it.”
“Who likes being hit?”
“Jin Surim-ssi does. When I pound you from behind and spank you, you clench tight.”
“Manager-nim…!”
Surim turned his gaze toward Song Hanyeong in shock. How could he talk about such things at the office? Even though they were secretly having sex in the company warehouse, that kind of dirty talk was too much.
“Wh-when did I ever do that?”
“You didn’t?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Then let’s say you did.”
Surim, who glared at that teasing tone, leaned against him slightly and asked.
“Can’t we stop and go to a hotel later?”
“What about Surim-ssi’s cock?”
At the explicit expression referring to his member, Surim’s cheeks flushed. His member was half-erect.
“I’ll take care of that myself, so don’t worry about it.”
“No.”
“Why…”
There was resentment mixed in his mumbling voice. Though he couldn’t quite shout, the corners of his eyes were raised, showing his feelings were deeply hurt. Song Hanyeong felt inexplicably pleased when Jin Surim vented his emotions to him like that.
“I’m hungry.”
“Liar.”
Surim stuck out his lips and continued.
“You didn’t even drink today.”
Only then did Song Hanyeong realize that from the moment they’d hidden in the warehouse, he’d been continuously focused only on Surim’s mark.
“You’re right. It’s a lie.”
“*Ngh*…! Ow…”
While pushing his member into the hole he’d licked for a long time to make soft, Song Hanyeong kissed Surim’s neck. The traces where he’d bitten and drunk blood had already disappeared. Originally, wounds from vampire bites didn’t last long. If scars remained each time, how could they feed?
So it was natural, yet at this moment, Song Hanyeong’s mind was filled with the thought that something that should rightfully be there was missing.
Song Hanyeong grabbed Surim’s chin with one hand to make him look up and bit hard on the long exposed neck.
“Ah, haah…”
Pleasure soon filled Surim’s body, which had flinched in surprise.
* * *
These days, Song Hanyeong was very busy. As the blood replication research neared completion, he frequently had to check the results, and his uncle kept sending subordinates to confirm whether Jin Surim was really Song Hanyeong’s chosen partner or not, which also required a lot of attention. He’d already sent five vampires to the underground research lab this week alone.
It had been just over a month since he’d caught Jin Surim again after he’d demanded contract termination, so he’d have to spend about five more months in such exhausting days.
“I’m confident it’s 99.999% complete.”
Lee Myeongho in a lab coat confidently held out a small test tube to Song Hanyeong. Inside was a red liquid. It was an experimental product replicating Jin Surim’s blood.
Song Hanyeong, who received the test tube and gently swirled it to savor the blood scent, had to give points to the fact that this replicated blood was really convincing. He felt as if Jin Surim was right before his eyes.
“Please try it quickly.”
Not only Lee Myeongho but also several subordinate employees listening to his orders were looking at Song Hanyeong with expectant eyes.
If this blood passed the standard, many things would change. Jin Surim’s utility value wouldn’t disappear, but the accompanying danger would be greatly reduced.
Right now, Jin Surim was functioning as Song Hanyeong’s only prey, as bait that killing him could starve Song Hanyeong to death. His uncle didn’t fully believe that fact yet, but if he investigated Song Hanyeong’s past and learned that he’d truly drunk only Jin Surim’s blood for several years, then he would genuinely send assassins.
And if he sent assassins again and again and still failed to assassinate Jin Surim, his uncle would surely seek help from the vampire family that had helped assassinate his father in the past.
That was exactly what Nasol was aiming for. Nasol, who had been his father’s loyal subordinate, wanted to annihilate those who had killed his master.
Of course, uncovering the culprit who killed his father was also what Song Hanyeong wanted. That’s why he’d willingly accepted this dangerous bait operation.
“……”
Song Hanyeong brought the test tube to his mouth.
If he could consume this, even if Jin Surim at the center of that dangerous operation accidentally died, it wouldn’t lead to danger for Song Hanyeong. It was because he wouldn’t need to drink Jin Surim’s blood directly.
That meant he could sever his relationship with Jin Surim, and also that he wouldn’t covet Jin Surim constantly at all hours like now. Since he wouldn’t go hungry, Jin Surim’s very existence would become unnecessary to Song Hanyeong.
So Song Hanyeong wouldn’t need to visit Jin Surim’s house every night in the form of a cat to watch over him anymore.
“…Not enough.”
Song Hanyeong, who took one sip of the blood in the test tube, immediately rinsed out his mouth with water.
“No, why this time? What’s different?”
Lee Myeongho, exhausted from repeated experiments, challenged him.
“It’s fishy and astringent.”
“That can’t be. I really made it exactly the same…”
Lee Myeongho shouted as if wronged. Certainly, it was the most similar taste among all the experimental products made so far. Saying it was 99.999% complete wasn’t wrong either. However, the problem was that the quality Song Hanyeong desired wasn’t 99.999% but 100%.
This blood completely failed to replicate the sweet body scent felt when biting Surim’s neck that he offered himself, and the tickling sensation from his panting moans.
“Do it again.”
Song Hanyeong commanded firmly and left the lab. Behind him, Lee Myeongho’s “Yes” answer fell powerlessly.
Song Hanyeong, who returned to his seat, felt a vibration and picked up his phone. On the screen was the name of a person who hadn’t contacted him in a while.
– Young Master, have you been well?
“So-so. What’s the matter?”
– I’m contacting you to report on the progress. That coward is gradually gathering information. The fact that I’ve been drawing Jin Surim’s blood for a long time has already been conveyed, and it seems he’s also confirming the speculation that you’ve made Jin Surim your prey.
“It’s progressed quite a bit.”
– No.
At the cold reply, Song Hanyeong’s eyes narrowed.
– It’s slow.
“Slow, at this rate…”
– Now that we’ve actually started, it’s hard to endure.
It meant the desire to kill his uncle was surging up. Song Hanyeong thought that since Nasol was half-mad now, his patience wouldn’t be long either.
Moreover, hadn’t Nasol already endured for nearly 10 years?
“I understand what you mean. But the blood replication research isn’t finished yet.”
– Do it moderately, Song Hanyeong. How long do you plan to make excuses about research?
Song Hanyeong closed his mouth. After a moment of silence, Nasol spoke first.
– I wish the Young Master would do something about that coward’s heavy ass.
Nasol’s appearance of instantly changing his attitude contrasted with the past. Until his father was alive, Nasol had been a polite retainer who had never once used informal speech. Song Hanyeong felt sympathy for how broken he’d become after his father’s death.
– Yes? Master.
“…Alright. Then I’ll shake the bait to look more delicious. That should work, right?”
– What method are you thinking of using?
Song Hanyeong glanced at the top of Jin Surim’s head visible beyond the partition, then moved his gaze to the calendar.
It was the full moon.
“It happens to be a banquet today. I’ll spend some time there and come back.”
– Ah. That would make quite a good billboard. Please make it look appetizing.
Song Hanyeong’s kin would bring prey to the tea room to feed, spend time with employees provided by the tea room, and some would purchase and drink blood packs from the tea room.
However, the service they most anticipated was the banquet held at the tea room. At the irregularly held banquet, they shared or showed off their prey.
Various forms of feeding and sex took place there. All the decadent things one would typically think of when imagining vampires happened there.
It was a scene completely unsuited to Jin Surim.
“…Right.”
The moment Song Hanyeong was about to hang up after replying coldly, Nasol said.
– By the way, it looked like you bit Jin Surim’s neck.
“…It was just a simple meal.”
– You didn’t leave a mark, did you?
“Of course not.”
– That’s fortunate. Since it’s common for bait to be eaten by prey in the end, you should make sure not to leave a mark and end up in trouble.
With those words, the phone abruptly hung up. Song Hanyeong began tapping the desk with his fingertips, lost in thought.
A sharp aura flowed from the ends of his keen eyes.
