Through the thin layer of the glove, Ilay gently caressed Jeong Taeui's chin. His hand
continued to glide lightly over his cheek.
At that moment, the hand suddenly stopped. Simultaneously, the faint smile on his lips
vanished.
"..."
His lips parted slightly but then quickly closed again.
The tightly closed lips no longer showed any trace of the previous smile, and his eyebrows
furrowed.
The hand gripping Jeong Taeui's chin tightened. The hand brushed over his face once more.
From his cheek to his nose, from his chin down to his neck.
The fingers slowly slid over his skin, finally touching Jeong Taeui's lips. The fingers gently
pressed against the edge of his mouth.
"...…―."
It looked like he wanted to say something but then closed his mouth again, instead clicking
his tongue lightly.
At that moment, Richard spoke from a distance. – "Who is it?"
Ilay slowly withdrew his hand from Jeong Taeui.
"Well… before knowing who he is, this situation is really timely."
Ilay's voice was as lazy and leisurely as ever.
"Since you put on a show in front of me earlier, I feel the need to release some tension before
leaving. It's perfect timing that an idiot walked right in here."
A faint laugh followed. That laugh pierced Jeong Taeui's ears like a needle.
His heart pounded. He suddenly had a bad feeling. Cold sweat began to break out on his
back.
"Are you going to do it with him?"
Richard asked with a faint laugh. But the sound of a belt being unbuckled was clearly audible
nearby."Anyway, I've been holding back for two months, and now it's time to release. Moreover, on
the bed, people tend to say things they wouldn't usually say. When he's enjoying himself,
he'll spill everything. Ah, right, you don't like watching this kind of thing, do you? Then it's
better not to look."
'Hey, wait. This is a joke, right? Hey, hey– wait.'
Many words swirled around his tongue, but none escaped.
Ilay unbuckled his belt in front of the stiff Jeong Taeui and murmured – "Oh, right" – before
taking off his gloves.
The familiar white and neat hands were revealed.
"See, aren't my hands beautiful? Some people love my hands so much that they claw at my
shoulders and back, their nails tearing and bleeding. But no matter what, they don't dare to
scratch or touch these hands."
With a light laugh, those beautiful hands approached.
Jeong Taeui stared at him with a pale face, thinking he might bite his hand if necessary.
"If it gets too noisy, it will kill the mood. Maybe I should gag him first..."
Ilay muttered to himself, then shoved the glove he had just removed into Jeong Taeui's
mouth. He tried to shake his head and spit it out, but the hand gripping his head made
resistance useless.
"Appropriate moans can add to the fun." – Richard's voice rang out.
Though not clearly visible due to the hood obscuring his view, Richard's slow, lazy voice was
very clear.
"That's your preference. You like hearing moans and screams until they say what you want to
hear. I hate the noise."
Ilay replied with a light laugh.
Jeong Taeui struggled to spit out the glove and muttered through it. In his mind, he screamed
– 'Liar!' – He remembered how Ilay had tried everything to hear his moans not long ago
when he swore to stay silent to avoid hearing his own sounds.
But no matter how much he thought about it, it didn't help when the words couldn't come out
of his mouth.
"Mm―... mm mm―..."
Jeong Taeui made meaningless sounds while trying to struggle, but it was all in vain.Ilay easily turned Jeong Taeui around and tied his wrists behind him. He felt the sturdy,
secure grip of the leather belt tightening around his wrists.
This is insane. This is really insane.
He was truly stupid. Avoiding the fox's den only to end up in the tiger's lair.
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have run away from those guys. He would
have knelt down, raised his hands, and said – 'Take me anywhere but not to the deepest
room.'
When his wrists and arms were bound, Jeong Taeui's body became more awkward. Losing
the use of his arms, it was harder to maintain balance.
Jeong Taeui tried to scream with his mouth gagged, but Ilay didn't care. He turned Jeong
Taeui around, pulling him towards the dressing table against the wall. Ilay used one hand to
sweep all the decorations and picture frames off the table, clearing the space. The sound of
objects falling and rolling on the floor echoed throughout the room.
"Are you going to do it right there? It's cramped. Why not use the sofa?"
"I don't intend to do it seriously. Just need a little release."
Ilay gently refused Richard's suggestion and placed Jeong Taeui on the dressing table. His
stomach and chest pressed against the table, his feet on the floor, and he was truly terrified
realizing what they were about to do.
Wait. Are they really going to do this? Right here in this position and in front of that pervert?
His heart pounded with each thought. He hated all of this.
But when Ilay's large hand pulled the hoodie from his knees to his waist, the bad feeling
became clearer.
"...!!"
'Don't do this, you bastard. Don't do it. When have I ever refused you? Wait until we get
home, do as much as you want, but not now. Please, don't do it now. Don't!!!'
Jeong Taeui screamed in his mind. Even though he didn't believe his plea would reach Ilay's
ears, he couldn't stop yelling in his head. Jeong Taeui's mind was in turmoil, his thoughts
chaotic.
'Damn it, why did I come here? Why am I in this situation?'
Even when trying to recall, he couldn't picture anything in his mind.
And then, in that moment, all thoughts were swept away by the sensation of being touched. A
hand moved to the front, unbuckling his belt, opening the button, and unzipping his pants.Without looking, he knew those were the most beautiful – and also the most disgusting –
hands in the world, at least to him.
Immediately after, those hands roughly pulled down his pants and underwear.
"...!!!"
His mind went blank. His vision darkened. Above, he still wore the heavy hoodie, but below,
he was completely exposed.
"......"
'What is this? What is happening? What is this scene?'
He felt humiliated and wanted to sob. He felt angry and wanted to cry.
That bastard surely knew. He surely knew that the person he just stripped naked was Jeong
Taeui. He couldn't not know.
"Looks tasty."
Ilay's soft laugh echoed behind him. Jeong Taeui felt like his heart was bleeding.
'If it looks tasty, just eat it. Kill me right here, then do whatever you want. But for now, just
kill me.'
Jeong Taeui felt his neck burn. His neck was hot, his face was hot. Soon, his whole body
would be burning.
"Well, I've never seen a man's ass look like this before, but actually, it's not as bad as I
thought." – Richard's voice came from afar.
'...Yeah, take a good look. Bring everyone in here and look.'
Jeong Taeui was sobbing in his heart.
But – of course – it didn't end there.
He felt ashamed to expose such intimate moments before others, something only a few had
seen – even though he could confidently be naked in public baths, he never thought he'd be
stripped in front of others here – this made him almost lose his mind.
During that time, the sound of unzipping pants echoed again.
Then, the sound of fabric being torn followed.
'...? Earlier, my pants were unzipped, right...? That's why my bare butt was exposed like
this…'
In his dazed mind, Richard's click of the tongue sounded in his ear."Don't talk about my preferences, Ilay. You're still the same with 'that thing'. ...Even if
there's a punishment for eavesdropping, sticking that thing in is too cruel."
Hearing those words, Jeong Taeui's dazed mind snapped back to clarity. He had forgotten, in
the shock of his bare butt. Other things could be forgotten, but how could he forget this?
What Jeong Taeui truly had to worry about right now wasn't performing in an uncomfortable
position with half his body leaning on the dressing table or doing it in front of Richard.
It was doing it with Ilay in an unpredictable situation that was the scariest part.
"...! ...!!"
Jeong Taeui struggled against the horrific scene unfolding behind him, even without looking,
he could feel it.
The fear of the 'thing' that hadn't touched him for two or three months was slowly rising
behind him.
'Calm down. Calm down, Jeong Taeui. You're used to this. It's just been a month or two
apart, nothing serious. Your body will remember. It'll be okay.'
In his head, another part of him tried to comfort him as a self-defense mechanism. But...
Honestly, he was still scared.
Though used to it, whenever the 'thing' opened and pressed into his body, he always felt
suffocated. There were times he doubted that 'it' was trying to rearrange his internal organs.
And now, facing it in a state where both his body and mind were so uncomfortable, Jeong
Taeui's mind became hazy.
He'd rather faint, but even that didn't seem possible in this situation.
'Ilay. Ilay. Please, let's not do it here. Please.'
Richard said he loved hearing pleas. If that could help him get out of this, Jeong Taeui was
willing to beg Ilay for mercy.
'...Please don't do it here. And don't do it in front of someone else. Please.'
But no matter how much Jeong Taeui prayed, the actions behind him didn't change.
"I don't think 'that thing' of yours can fit into such a tight space. ...Maybe it's better to call an
ambulance in advance?"
Even Richard's voice, which Jeong Taeui found increasingly hateful, didn't stop Ilay. If he
really thought so, he should have intervened more seriously.
But Ilay's laughter echoed behind Jeong Taeui."I didn't plan to do this either, but since it's come to this, I have to go through with it. ...Who
told him to eavesdrop? He dug his own grave."
The last sentence was clearly directed at Jeong Taeui.
Ilay's hand gripped his buttocks. When they were pulled apart, Jeong Taeui felt the cold air
touch his insides. His heart sank.
Finally...
Jeong Taeui closed his eyes tightly, cursing every word he knew under his breath. Every
muscle tensed, bracing for the sensation that was about to come.
Just as the searing heat pressed between his legs.
Then...
*Knock knock*
A dry knock sounded in the room.
At that moment, everything seemed to freeze. The air, time, space, people, feelings.
Jeong Taeui, eyes tightly shut and mentally preparing for the immediate future, didn't realize
what the sound was at first.
However, the sound didn't wait long and knocked again, this time more clearly, and he
recognized it as a knock on the door.
Jeong Taeui's eyes snapped open.
Not that he expected a savior – that was nearly impossible – but another person to witness his
humiliation.
Even though he was naked below, Jeong Taeui felt deeply ashamed, but Ilay – who was
exposing himself more – casually turned around.
"Someone is looking for us. Why don't you open the door and see?"
The relief of escaping immediate danger lasted only briefly as Jeong Taeui thought,
'Another person to see this scene. That bastard should cover 'that' before letting anyone in.
After this person leaves, I'll be in danger again and hope we don't do anything in front of this
person.'
These thoughts filled Jeong Taeui's mind as the door opened. In that moment, Ilay pulled the
hoodie down over his head.
'Hey, pulling it like that just makes my butt more exposed!!!' – Jeong Taeui thought, but in an
instant, he saw through the hood's gap who entered and ducked his head under the hoodie."Richard, sorry to interrupt. There's a bit of trouble... Oh, I really apologize for cutting into a
good time. But this isn't about that guest; there's a personal issue Richard needs to handle."
The cheerful, lively voice belonged to Eric – the one temporarily managing the bar for
Richard. The one who had persuaded Christoph with quick words.
The bar was fine just a moment ago, what happened now... Jeong Taeui thought, but the
sound of objects breaking outside the room puzzled him further. At the same time, there
seemed to be distant shouting.
Richard frowned slightly.
"Is there a drunken guest causing trouble? If so, just have the staff throw them out. No need
to maintain the bar's image with such people, just beat them away."
Richard spoke nonchalantly, waving his hand, but Eric quickly shook his head.
"No, if it were that, I wouldn't bother you! The problem is..."
Eric lowered his voice.
Jeong Taeui, wishing to hide his bare bottom, filled his mind with trivial hopes when he
heard a familiar name.
Simultaneously – "...Who?" – Richard's voice echoed.
Hearing the name Eric mentioned, Richard frowned as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"I said Christoph is causing trouble outside. I tried to manage it initially, seemed okay but
then not. Anyway, I managed to convince him to wait about an hour..."
Eric spoke with a troubled expression and sighed.