Jeong Taeui rolled his eyes under the hoodie. He sneaked a glance at the clock placed on the
dressing table above his head.
Not even an hour had passed.
However, the sounds from outside were becoming increasingly clear. There were noises of
smashing and breaking, mixed with shouts and screams, indicating that someone had dared to
challenge Christoph and was being beaten to a pulp.
But the time isn't up yet, why has he already turned the place upside down?
Damn it, I was supposed to watch him to prevent this, and now what am I doing here?
Jeong Taeui lamented, banging his head against the dressing table. Meanwhile, Eric's voice
continued.
"The friend who came with him said he was going to the bathroom but seems to have gone
there and not contacted me again. So he started going crazy, demanding we hand over his
friend. Chris thinks we've hidden his friend somewhere and is shouting to hand him over
immediately."
Eric sighed, and Jeong Taeui remained silent after hearing his deeply regretful words. He felt
like his buttocks were turning pale.
So all the chaos outside is because of me. Because of me, this place is being torn apart.
Jeong Taeui banged his head against the dressing table again. A small knock sounded from
inside the hoodie.
"Go out and see what's going on. If he doesn't come out, Chris might really destroy half the
bar."
Ilay spoke in a seemingly cheerful voice.
Eric left a message – "I'll try to minimize the damage as much as possible, so please come
out and help me" – then quickly went outside. When the door closed, the surrounding space
fell into a brief silence.
"Go outside. He might destroy at least half of this place. Although the repair costs are
negligible, intentionally damaging it and then buying it back is not worth it." - Ilay's voice
was still cheerful, mixed with laughter.
Richard responded vaguely - "Yes, that's right" - then slowly stood up.
He adjusted his disheveled clothes, looking at himself in the mirror. His gaze became cold
upon hearing Christoph's name."He dares to come to my bar and cause trouble... No matter how good he is, coming to my
place and wreaking havoc..."
He muttered to himself while buttoning his shirt cuffs. He buttoned his collar as well.
"It seems your relationship with him hasn't improved at all." - Ilay chuckled lightly. Richard
glanced at Ilay with cold eyes.
"There's nothing good or bad about it. He's crazy. Who can get along with a lunatic?"
"Hmm."
Ilay responded vaguely, the smile still on his lips. Richard continued.
"When the time comes, I'll crush him. So that he never dares to act arrogantly in front of me
again and never dares to set foot in Tarten again."
Richard's voice was filled with years of suppressed anger.
Perhaps Richard hated and despised Christoph as much as Christoph hated him.
Unexpectedly, Ilay said - "Ah ha..." - and chuckled softly.
The quiet laughter echoed throughout the room. Richard, now dressed in his suit, looked at
Ilay with suspicion.
"What is it?"
"No, I just thought of something. Making Christoph disgusted and scared wouldn't be that
hard."
"What?"
Richard stopped and looked at Ilay with doubt, then turned to face him.
"If there's a way to make him disgusted, that would be interesting. What is it?"
"It's nothing big. But for someone like Christoph who avoids contact, just approaching like
this would be enough to make him shudder."
While speaking - "...like this" - Ilay caressed Jeong Taeui's buttocks. Jeong Taeui flinched
and shrank back, a barrage of curses running through his mind.
This bastard! Touching someone else's butt right in front of everyone like that!
But after the anger subsided, Ilay's words gradually sank into Jeong Taeui's ears. Christoph,
the one who avoids contact. Indeed, just approaching like this would make him shudder.
Ilay's intention was clear.
Jeong Taeui's whole body stiffened, listening in disbelief.Richard also understood Ilay's meaning and was silent for a moment. But then Richard
frowned in disapproval.
"Even if he's detestable, I don't have that kind of taste."
Richard spoke decisively with an annoyed tone. Ilay shrugged nonchalantly and smiled.
"It was just a thought. I think he would jump out of his skin."
"…―."
"All right, let's go see what's happening. While we're still here, he's probably destroyed all
the furniture in the bar by now."
Richard seemed to want to say something but finally shook his head and turned away.
"All right, I'll be out for a while. You go ahead and enjoy yourself with this guy."
"Oh, of course." – Ilay replied with a smile.
Richard left the room, and the door closed.
A brief silence ensued, then Ilay mumbled to himself.
"So, don't be greedy with my stuff, Chris!" – His voice mixed with a light laugh.
Hearing those words, Jeong Taeui felt a surge of anger in his heart.
This madman. He knew Ilay had no concept of morality, but he didn't expect him to be this
bad.
Jeong Taeui sprang up from the dressing table and shook his head vigorously. The hoodie on
his head fell down his back. Finally, Jeong Taeui's vision cleared, and he looked at Ilay with
fierce, threatening eyes.
Ilay just smiled gently. His smile today was unusually different.
"Meeting you here like this is quite a coincidence, Taeui."
"...! ...!! ...!!!"
If people could curse with just their eyes, this room would be filled with curses. But
unfortunately, Jeong Taeui could only speak with his mouth, which was currently gagged.
Realizing something, Ilay widened his eyes in mock surprise, then clicked his tongue – "Tsk."
"Oh dear, I almost forgot. What should have been put in your mouth isn't this glove."
Ilay smirked. With that suggestive smile, he inserted his finger into Jeong Taeui's mouth and
pulled out the glove."… Pheww—!"
Although he could breathe through his nose, the feeling of being gagged was indescribably
uncomfortable. Jeong Taeui exhaled deeply and coughed a few times before he could speak.
"You knew from the start, didn't you, you bastard!"
Ilay raised an eyebrow, staring at Jeong Taeui with a puzzled expression. Realizing his slip,
Jeong Taeui felt his face turn ashen.
Finally, Ilay laughed loudly. A deep, resonant laugh.
"Taeui, you forgot, didn't you? I still haven't untied your hands… But that's okay. Anyway,
my patience is wearing thin, so continuing like this isn't bad."
"It's bad!"
Jeong Taeui immediately protested, but Ilay didn't listen.
"Do— ...don't..."
Jeong Taeui whispered. His voice was hoarse, as if being strangled, though no one was
touching his neck.
The large hand pressed down on his back, making it impossible for him to move. Jeong Taeui
knew that no matter what he said, that hand wouldn't stop until it achieved its goal.
The hand didn't use much force. If Jeong Taeui struggled, he could easily break free.
He tried to move his body.
Immediately, the hand pressing on his back tightened slightly.
Damn it, if he tried to escape and shrugged off his hand, Ilay would surely grab him and press
him down harder. With his hands tied behind his back, it would be easy for Ilay to hold him
like twisting a child's arm. And then he wouldn't let go, no matter how much he struggled.
Jeong Taeui decided to stay still under that hand, considering it the last resort when his body
and mind could no longer endure. Surely Ilay had anticipated this from the beginning,
knowing how Jeong Taeui would react and what he would do.
"You cunning bastard..."
Jeong Taeui cursed with all his might at Ilay, who was pressing down on his back and placing
his hand on his hips. Ilay chuckled, clearly understanding his curse.
"Are you scared? You're trembling."
The hand on his back moved slightly, drawing small circles on his skin. Jeong Taeui shivered
at the sensation."If anyone isn't scared in this situation, I'd like to meet that person."
Jeong Taeui replied stiffly. But he realized he was trembling slightly as he said that.
"Scared? Why? You know it. Nothing threatens your life or safety. You know I won't kill
you. So why are you scared?"
Ilay's laughing voice echoed in Jeong Taeui's ear. The burning sensation of his breath
touching his skin made Jeong Taeui squirm.
"No... My life, maybe not, but at least I feel very threatened about my safety."
Jeong Taeui mumbled, clenching his fists. The joints in his fingers turned white, trembling
uncontrollably.
In fact, he wasn't scared. As Ilay said, there was no reason to be scared. He knew that Ilay
wouldn't endanger his life.
But his instincts were on high alert.
He sensed an impending pressure with astonishing intensity, and his body reacted naturally
by tensing up. This tension led to slight convulsions.
lay seemed to notice this tension. He gently kissed Jeong Taeui's neck and shoulders, where
the trembling was most evident. The light laughter from his lips made Jeong Taeui's skin itch,
this time causing his body to shiver for a different reason.
"Taeil. Today, you're being really stupid."
Ilay whispered in a low voice.
It seemed like he was angry or annoyed. He clicked his tongue as his lips touched Jeong
Taeui's nape. The closeness of the gesture sent shivers down Jeong Taeui's spine.
"I didn't know things would turn out like this..."
Jeong Taeui felt wronged as he answered.
He knew Ilay was right. What he had done was indeed foolish. From the moment he sensed
danger, he should have withdrawn. If he couldn't retreat himself, he should have pulled
Christoph away before coming here.
'Damn it, if I had known it would be like this, I would never have come here. Even if it meant
being beaten to death, I wouldn't.'
But now, it was too late to say anything. All that remained were hopeless sighs.
"So stupid. You shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have hidden in this room, and definitely
shouldn't have been caught. This is the minimum price you have to pay for your stupidity. To
let you know, I've tried to keep myself clean, quiet, and serious in Dresden."Ilay – who claimed to have tried to live peacefully and seriously (keeping himself clean) –
kicked Jeong Taeui's pants and underwear away as if they were mere scraps. They rolled so
far away that they were out of reach.
Then Ilay – who was supposed to live peacefully and seriously – unhesitatingly slid his leg
between Jeong Taeui's and spread them apart. He didn't hesitate to use his hands to roughly
push inside.
"...!"
Jeong Taeui held his breath and involuntarily swallowed.
The fingers suddenly invading his body stretched and spread his insides roughly.
Jeong Taeui could feel the dry, sticky flesh inside clinging to Ilay's fingers. It wasn't painful
but uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth to avoid making any embarrassing sounds.
But in his mind, he couldn't stop cursing: At least give a warning and use some spit, you
bastard!
"We don't have much time, so bear with a little inconvenience. Besides, doing it quickly is
good for you too."
As if he could hear Jeong Taeui's silent curses, Ilay whispered into his ear.
"And one more thing, while you're still conscious, I want to say this. Taeui, sometimes
you're too reckless. You know what you're doing is dangerous, or even if you don't know
exactly, you still take the risk. I don't like that."
"Damn it, what do I know? I'm the one who always avoids danger at all costs...! You think I
want to end up in situations where I don't know what will happen?!"
Jeong Taeui yelled angrily.
Meanwhile, Ilay's fingers increased from two to three, but the dryness hadn't disappeared,
making the fingers move in and out cautiously for a long while.
The human body has an amazing ability to adapt to repeated situations. Jeong Taeui had
realized this thanks to Ilay.
Since he started a relationship with Ilay, who knows how much time had passed, but perhaps
it was when he had become quite accustomed, almost to the point of habit. Suddenly, he
realized that Ilay didn't use any lubricant.
When Jeong Taeui looked down at the thing entering between his legs and asked, bewildered
- "Where's the lubricant?" - Ilay just smiled and said:
"Your body has gotten used to receiving me from behind, so just stimulating the front will
naturally make the back wet. You didn't know that yet?"The feeling of shock when he heard those words was something Jeong Taeui would never
forget.
Although he knew that the human body was capable of adapting for survival, he hadn't
expected to realize this in such a way.
It was a disappointment, almost to the point of despair.
If he hadn't met Ilay, Jeong Taeui would never have known this and would have lived a
normal life, embracing cute young men and being loved, considered an attractive and elegant
man.
But now his body had been completely adjusted to suit Ilay.
It wasn't that he hated being compatible with Ilay, but it was hard to avoid feeling a sense of
defeat as a man.
Though it had been a long time since he felt sad about this, every time his body started to get
wet during his interactions with Ilay, Jeong Taeui felt a deep sadness.
And now was no exception.
Ilay's fingers continued to move in and out, widening and gradually moistening the inside.
The dryness almost disappeared, and wet sounds began to echo from his body.
Though he had heard this sound many times, each time it made Jeong Taeui feel mortified.
This embarrassment never became familiar.
The body easily adapted, but the mind couldn't keep up. He could only sigh heavily.
"Taeui. Come back to Berlin."
When the wet sounds seemed to fill his mind, Ilay whispered like a chant.
Those words were like a splash of cold water on Jeong Taeui's heated mind.
"…Why…"
"Come back and wait for me. I'll return after finishing my work."
"…."
Jeong Taeui wriggled a bit. Despite Ilay's hand pressing on his back, he didn't notice and
turned his head. Ilay's face was less than a hand's width from his.
"What's the reason?"
Only then did he remember the thoughts that had been gnawing at his mind before.
Ilay looked at Jeong Taeui with narrowed eyes. He quickly realized that Ilay didn't want to
say more. But Jeong Taeui needed to know. If he didn't clarify everything that worried him,his mind would never be at peace.