By Zephyria Lee Do-hyeon, who had been rutting on the unconscious body like a beast, ejaculated deep inside him once more. It was so painful to even breathe that he voluntarily cut off his respiration as he poured it all out. Only after emptying the last drop did Lee Do-hyeon resume breathing, gasping roughly like a man pulled from the water.
After releasing the accumulated pheromones to his heart’s content, he seemed to regain some clarity. With his just-ejaculated member still nestled in the dampness, Lee Do-hyeon sat up and looked around, puzzled by the dimness.
“Haa…”
The entire room was dark. Twilight had already settled on the sky visible through the window. Only the artificial light seeping in from outside barely illuminated the silhouettes.
He had no sense of time, whether half a day or a full day had passed. But that didn’t matter. No matter how much time had passed, the rut was still ongoing.
Lee Do-hyeon roughly swept his sweat-soaked hair back with his hand and turned on the lamp on the bedside table. The warm, orange light illuminated his vision. Soon, Lee Do-hyeon let out a hollow laugh. Everywhere his gaze landed was a spectacle.
The floor, littered with carelessly discarded clothes and a blanket that had fallen off at some point, was nothing compared to the bed, which was the most serious. The thin pillowcase was torn, whether ripped by hand or bitten with teeth. The sheets, which had been free of any stains, were dotted with dark red bloodstains, and there were quite a few areas where the unabsorbed bodily fluids had pooled. Above all, the body sprawled in the middle of it all made him sigh. Lee Do-hyeon turned the body lying on its side onto its back.
“…”
Its appearance was a mess. The reddened eyes were swollen, as if he had been crying throughout the sex, and his cheeks and lips were also unsightly and chapped. As if he had bared his teeth unlike usual, there were clear bite marks on both cheeks, lips, and even the tip of his chin.
The body visible below the neck was in even worse condition. It was covered not only with bite marks but also with hickeys from being sucked too much. Handprints were also imprinted, clearly showing how he had been held, and especially between his chest and legs, it was mottled as if he had been bruised.
His dry belly was covered in semen, but even that seemed to have been ejaculated a long time ago, as it crumbled and fell off when touched by hand. There were also many traces of things other than semen being ejaculated. Lee Do-hyeon inadvertently raised his gaze and let out another hollow laugh. Come to think of it, Ryu Jeong’s hair was soaked because it was matted with semen, not sweat.
“Hoo…”
The only fortunate thing was that he was breathing, albeit slowly. Lee Do-hyeon looked down at the chest rising and falling quietly and stretched his stiff neck, letting out a long breath. The thought of cleaning up was secondary, and he wanted to plunge his member into the hole that he knew would tighten around him. He was clearly out of his mind.
He needed to rest for a while, at least while he was still lucid. He knelt on the bed, blankly exhaling, when he faintly heard a vibration. Lee Do-hyeon, searching for the source of the sound, staggered off the bed.
“…Oh.”
His cell phone was flashing among the clothes scattered near the door. Lee Do-hyeon, without even checking the name on the screen, pressed the answer button and immediately put it to his ear. The caller was obvious enough that he didn’t need to check who it was, and as he expected, Chief Yoon’s voice came urgently.
“Why are you only answering the phone now?”
“I just saw it.”
Lee Do-hyeon, who had put on a bathrobe from the bathroom, answered indifferently. As he came out into the darkened living room and entered the kitchen to drink water, Chief Yoon, who had been silent for a moment, opened his mouth with a hesitant voice.
“President, perhaps.”
“It’s a rut.”
Lee Do-hyeon anticipated what he was going to say and cut him off. Chief Yoon made a loud noise at the nonchalant reply. Lee Do-hyeon, sensing the obvious embarrassment in the sound, began to recite the unfulfilled instructions one by one.
“Lee Gyu-hyeon visited Unjeongru today. He barged in while I was having dinner with Ryu Jeong, but that couldn’t have been his only reason for coming, so find out why he came. Find out who he met before and after, and what conversations took place, everything.”
Unjeongru. It was the name of a Korean restaurant in a Hanok-style building where he had gone to have dinner with Ryu Jeong. There must have been a reason why he encountered Lee Gyu-hyeon, who would not set foot in such a tranquil place on the 3rd floor, which only VVIPs selected by the restaurant could enter. It might be nothing, but it was necessary to address it thoroughly.
However, Chief Yoon’s reaction to the instructions was unusual. He hesitated and couldn’t readily say he understood, and the sound of his hesitant breathing was annoying. When he asked what was wrong, Chief Yoon, looking very embarrassed, cautiously opened his mouth as if gauging his reaction.
“First of all, it’s not today.”
“…What?”
“President, you left work yesterday. I haven’t been able to reach you since the afternoon, and I was wondering if I should report it to the police…”
The words “I knew the rut was coming, so I didn’t bother” were omitted. Lee Do-hyeon, who had paused while drinking water, quickly replied as if it were nothing surprising.
“So.”
“…Ah, I already knew you had dinner at Unjeongru. However, the news came from someone else before the Vice President’s side.”
“Who.”
“President Kim Jin-guk.”
Lee Do-hyeon, who was continuously drinking cold water to calm the heat that had begun to simmer just enough to be annoying, slightly raised his eyes. His gaze, staring at the air as if glaring, was coldly subdued.
When Lee Do-hyeon didn’t say anything, Chief Yoon drove the wedge in.
“I secretly planted a few more informants without Kim Jin-guk knowing, and I received a call from them. When I checked, his name was left in the Unjeongru guestbook. When I secured the hallway CCTV, I captured the scene of the Vice President following Kim Jin-guk into the room.”
“…”
“I thought he only had a connection with Secretary Yoo, but it seems he was plotting things behind the scenes by directly meeting with the Vice President. Madam and Secretary Yoo don’t seem to know about the connection with the Vice President.”
A snort of derision escaped. He had thought he was just plain stupid, but it seemed he had noticed that his life was in danger.
Lee Do-hyeon put down the water glass he was drinking from and tilted his head crookedly. It was just a guess, but for some reason, he thought that Lee Gyu-hyeon might be the key to unlocking the clue.
It seemed that Lee Gyu-hyeon also knew about the things that Kim Mi-hee had been plotting. The reason why he had condoned it until now was obvious. His only goal was his own success, so there was no point in stirring things up. The fact that he had met Kim Jin-guk now meant that Lee Gyu-hyeon seemed to be planning to get rid of Kim Mi-hee.
“You’ve raised your child in vain.”
Since it was a story that had nothing to do with him, there was no emotional inflection in his muttering voice.
“How shallow is your filial piety compared to your maternal love.”
No matter how close she was as his own mother, it seemed that the head he hadn’t inherited was an eyesore. He must hate being ruled by a regent more than death. Judging by how he was already trying to get rid of her,
Tsk. Lee Do-hyeon clicked his tongue briefly and quenched his thirst again. It seemed that he would be able to get rid of the two pieces of trash sooner than he thought.