If not friends, then what was this relationship? There was no way they were lovers, so sex partners? But Surim had never made such an agreement.
Originally, what Surim had agreed to give Song Hanyeong was only blood. Sexual acts had simply followed after that.
Surim had no idea what name to attach to this relationship. Unable to hide his wavering gaze, Surim eventually closed his mouth.
“Ah!”
Song Hanyeong’s mouth twisted, and Surim was pulled deeper under the table. This time, even his face went under the table.
“Manager-nim!”
“Be quiet.”
His upper body was under the table while his lower body was outside—and at that, with his legs spread with Song Hanyeong between them—the thought made his face naturally flush red. What an unseemly appearance this was.
But he couldn’t move recklessly because it seemed the table would tip over if he struggled or tried to sit up.
Song Hanyeong bent Surim’s knees to remove his socks, then lightly bit his ankle. Surim flinched and tried hard to hide his agitation, but as Song Hanyeong nibbled on his flesh and moved up to his shin, he had no choice but to let out a moan.
“Ugh, Manager-nim…”
“Yes.”
The calm reply was firm. Song Hanyeong intended to continue this strange venting. Surim made a tearful face and clasped both hands to his chest.
The shin area had almost no flesh, so it would hurt if bitten. He’d rather be taken out from under the table and have his neck bitten instead.
Just as he thought that, Song Hanyeong placed his hand on Surim’s belt buckle. Surim quickly grabbed his hand.
“Wh-what are you trying to do?”
“What am I trying to do.”
“No, I mean… Ah!”
His hand was pushed aside without being able to use any strength, and in an instant the buckle was undone and the zipper pulled down. Surim desperately held back his voice.
‘What if someone comes in?’
If an employee came in to clear the table, Surim’s social dignity would be completely ruined.
Making loud noises would be the same. Surim, shriveled up with anxiety, clenched his teeth.
Meanwhile, Song Hanyeong casually pulled down even Surim’s underwear and grasped his member that was starting to grow slightly hard.
“Hic…!”
Unlike Surim’s surprised and flustered reaction, his member trembled and raised its head as soon as another’s touch reached it. Song Hanyeong circled the already slightly wet tip of the member with his palm to coat it with precum, then rubbed it as if spreading it over the entire member. Then he began to slowly stroke Surim’s member.
Each time his hand moved up and down, Surim’s thighs trembled, and his member gradually hardened. Every time the wet member and hand rubbed together, wet sounds filled the private room.
Actually, the sound was very small, but to Surim it sounded as loud as thunder. He was afraid and anxious that someone might discover this appearance. Surim reached his hand out from under the table and flailed.
“Stay still, Jin Surim-ssi.”
“That’s not it, your hand… give me your hand…”
“Hand?”
At the half-sobbing plea, Song Hanyeong obediently offered his empty hand, and Surim grasped it tightly with both hands. Soon after, the strength left his thighs where the muscles had been tensely standing.
Song Hanyeong quietly looked at his own hand that Surim was holding, then smiled. A strange satisfaction filled Song Hanyeong’s chest. However, after the satisfaction, he felt a thirst rising sharply.
‘I want to drink Jin Surim’s blood.’
Right now.
But the location wasn’t good. This kind of hand play was one thing, but it was too much for real sex. Song Hanyeong looked down at Surim’s member with conflicted eyes, then pulled back his body a bit, bent down, and took it in his mouth.
“Hic…!”
Surim, whose eyes met his from under the table, opened his eyes wide in shock. Song Hanyeong somehow found that enjoyable. When he swallowed the member deeply and rubbed it with his tongue, Surim gripped his hand tighter and trembled his thighs.
“Hngh, ugh, uhh…”
Moans that were desperately suppressed gathered under the table along with hot breath. Song Hanyeong stole them to listen as he moved his head to lick and suck Surim’s member. When he bit the glans and licked it broadly with the tip of his tongue, Surim curled his legs.
His prey was terribly weak to pleasure. In fact, it was rare for a human to heat up that much from the first time being bitten. Didn’t he even ejaculate so quickly the first time this was done that it seemed like premature ejaculation?
After doing it a few more times, he could tell it wasn’t quite premature ejaculation, but it was still certain that he was weak to pleasure. Seeing how he sometimes even accepted pain as pleasure, it felt like he had talent in a peculiar direction.
Song Hanyeong imagined hanging Surim up and thrusting into him roughly. Surim would cry out unable to bear the pleasure, and he wouldn’t let such a Surim go until morning.
It was when he seriously began to consider sex in this private room.
“N-no, ugh, I think I’m going to… Ah!”
Surim, who had been moaning in a small voice, finally ejaculated.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry…!”
Surim, who had come inside Song Hanyeong’s mouth, apologized frantically. But even that apology was being made while half-embracing his hand, so Song Hanyeong, who swallowed the semen without issue, ended up smiling.
“It’s a bit thick.”
“Y-yes?”
Not because he didn’t understand what was said, but as if he couldn’t believe such words were being spoken, Surim asked back.
Song Hanyeong didn’t explain further and sat up, pulled up Surim’s underwear, and properly dressed him in his pants. Then, instead of pushing him out the other side as Surim was expecting, he pulled him out further to bring him to his side and embraced him.
“Manager-nim…?”
Burying his nose in Surim’s neck and taking a deep breath, he could tell. The body scent had definitely gotten stronger. Song Hanyeong, who was breathing while quietly inhaling Surim’s body scent, said in a languid voice.
“Jin Surim-ssi, meat broth is banned for the time being.”
“…What? I haven’t even eaten it many times!?”
“Mm. It seems it won’t do after all.”
Song Hanyeong took another deep breath to inhale Surim’s body scent and lightly bit the exposed neck.
Sweet fragrance stirred up an unbearable desire.
* * *
Fortunately, nothing that shouldn’t happen in a restaurant’s private room occurred.
‘No, did it happen?’
Surim squeezed his eyes shut with a flushed face, then opened them. Still, it was fortunate that nothing more had happened.
Song Hanyeong from a little while ago had been a bit strange, with a somewhat hazy and distant feeling. It seemed like he might really go through with it if things went wrong.
Now that they’d left the room, he’d returned to the usual calm and cold Song Hanyeong though.
Surim was secretly relieved and went out to the garden first to cool down while Song Hanyeong was paying.
The well-maintained wide lawn seemed to be normally used for events, as traces of tables and chairs that had been placed here and there were visible. Well, it was a garden beautiful enough to want to hold outdoor events.
The beautiful flowering trees positioned at each edge of the garden harmonized with the tall landscaping trees, making it very pleasant to see. Surim walked in that direction.
Surim, whose eyes met with someone coming from the opposite direction, unconsciously bowed his head in greeting. The other person smiled gently, gave him a reciprocal eye greeting, and passed by him.
He’d greeted him because he seemed like someone he knew, but who was it?
“Ah…!”
It wasn’t someone he knew. The man’s identity was the famous actor Yoo Hajin, who was said to be filming dozens of commercials as his recent drama was doing well. He’d seen him often on bus stop billboards and various advertisement surfaces, so he’d unconsciously mistaken him for someone he knew.
Surim, who belatedly realized the truth, was fanning his flushed face with his hand and trying to quickly leave the spot when it happened.
“Are you perhaps Jin Surim-ssi?”
Yoo Hajin, who had stopped, turned around and asked.
“…Yes? You know me?”
“Yes. I saw you yesterday. At the banquet hall.”
“At the banquet hall… Ah.”
That meant he’d been in the banquet hall when Surim was trembling and crawling on the floor. At the same time, it also meant that Yoo Hajin was either a vampire or a human who offered blood to them.
When he looked at him with a guarded face, Yoo Hajin smiled brightly and took a step closer to him.
“I heard you’re vegetarian, but how strictly do you follow it?”
“Yes? That’s…”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a secret that Song Hanyeong-ssi only drinks the blood of vegetarians.”
“Is that so…?”
“Yes, that’s why I’m vegetarian too. However, there are many types of vegetarians, right? There are people who eat up to fish, people who eat up to eggs, people who eat up to white meat. I’m curious what kind Jin Surim-ssi is.”
“I don’t eat any meat at all…”
Surim, who was answering in a daze, trailed off. Belatedly, he thought he shouldn’t be talking to just anyone about Song Hanyeong’s dietary habits.
And more than anything, he couldn’t understand what “that’s why I’m vegetarian” meant. Didn’t that sound like he was making his body match those dietary habits in order to be eaten by Song Hanyeong?
As he raised his guard even more with a pale complexion, Yoo Hajin sighed deeply.
“So it’s really true. I heard about it, but I thought maybe eggs or milk would be okay.”
“Yes? What do you…”
“I see. It can’t be helped.”
Yoo Hajin, who nodded his head, was about to turn around but stopped and exclaimed, “Ah.”
“Jin Surim-ssi, you’ve received the mark, right? Can I ask what kind appeared?”
“…What is that?”
“Ah. You don’t know.”
The gaze of Yoo Hajin, who smiled brightly, changed. It was a change difficult to notice, but it was definitely a look that seemed to look down on him more than a moment ago.
