By Zephyria 
***
In the heart of the city, where neon signs flickered dimly, stood a luxurious building that was conspicuous yet inaccessible to just anyone. Covered in matte black exterior materials, it was guarded by several large bodyguards dressed in suits at the entrance.
A members-only club with no nameplate.
Only invited VIP members knew what lay inside.
Inside the building, low jazz music played, and each floor had enclosed rooms to protect privacy. In the lounge bar, staff dressed in black dresses served wine and cocktails. It was a place where people of high social standing, or those in the entertainment industry or sports stars, could quietly enjoy themselves.
However, the real secret of the building lay underground.
Behind a double wall unknown to ordinary guests, a secret passage led down to a completely different world.
Black and gold tones in the interior, thick red carpets that concealed footsteps, and the subtle scent of cigars and whiskey mixed in the air.
Dealers in uniform dealt cards with professional skill, and high-stakes bets were placed at each round table.
‘Casino.’
This was Kwon Hyeon-oh’s money pot. A private casino.
Tens of millions of won changed hands with each chip dropped on the blackjack table, and sighs and cheers alternated each time the red and black numbers on the roulette wheel spun. Surveillance cameras were hidden throughout the casino, and armed guards constantly watched the games. The customers, regardless of gender, were all well-groomed individuals dressed in expensive attire like mannequins.
Here, money was deliberately lost as a form of entertainment, and illegal funds were laundered by exchanging them for chips.
A dangerous playground that only those in the shadows could enjoy. The castle that Kwon Hyeon-oh had built over a lifetime.
And in the back room of this underground casino, another massive conspiracy was quietly unfolding.
Beyond the red curtain, in a VIP room blocked by two pillars and an iron door, people were gathered. Normally, it was a place for one-on-one meetings with the owner, but today it was full of reserved guests. Five of them, no less.
The old men, known as the Gyeongjeong’s moneybags, five in total. The balding elders had personally made the arduous journey to this place. They sat at the round table, clearing their throats.
“Ahem.”
“Cough…”
Their eyes, glancing at the watches on their wrists, were not kind.
They were old enough, had experienced all sorts of hardships in the corrupt world, held considerable wealth, and should have been enjoying their twilight years, wielding power in the underworld, but they had been dragged to this place by blackmail using ledgers.
‘That impudent bastard. Instead of repaying the favor of raising him. Tsk tsk!’
Despite having received enough kickbacks from Kwon Hyeon-oh, the old men prided themselves on having raised the second son of Gyeongjeong.
They couldn’t possibly look kindly on the fact that the young man they had underestimated was now cornered and showing his claws.
Moreover, those claws were quite sharp.
‘We need to resolve this before the ledger is exposed.’
What was most important was the timing of hitting and running. They called it luck. The moment a new king sat on the throne, and the power structure shifted from the predecessor to the successor, was both a crisis and an opportunity. There were currently five patrons holding the purse strings of Gyeongjeong, but if they played their cards right this time, they might be able to cut off half of them.
In other words, they were surrounded by enemies. Even the old men who had lived through the same era and buried their bones in Gyeongjeong were keeping each other in check.
‘New wine should be put in new bottles…’
When generations changed, there was bound to be a purge.
Even if the five old men were moneybags, they might want to put that money in new bottles.
Two or three, maybe even four, of the five pockets might be cut off. Now that Kwon Tae-oh’s succession was solidified, it was time to be even more cautious.
‘Rumor has it that more than half of the forces supporting the second son have already been dismantled, right?’
If so, there was no need to be kind to Kwon Hyeon-oh any longer. Rather, they could sacrifice Kwon Hyeon-oh, drag him along, and offer him to Kwon Tae-oh, then actively promote Kwon Tae-oh as the new chairman of Gyeongjeong, which would be a pleasing picture.
They still hadn’t caught Woo Tae-hwon, who had murdered Chairman Kwon Jung-il, but what could they do? If they delayed any longer, the five old men would be in danger.
‘First, get rid of the ledger and then deal with Kwon Hyeon-oh. Faster than the other old men.’
They were surrounded by knives.
Kwon Hyeon-oh was also wielding a knife, and Kwon Tae-oh was also drawing his sword beside him.
The five old men who had gathered at the casino today had each drawn their own well-honed knives and come to this place.
Each had a hidden trump card. The time had come to compare the length and sharpness of each other’s blades.
‘You’re not the only ones with good weapons to wield. How many years have we spent in Gyeongjeong? Hehehe…’
The old monsters rolled their experienced eyes, assessing the situation. Even a common greeting was not exchanged, and only suffocating tension flowed until the protagonist they had been waiting for finally appeared.
Kwon Hyeon-oh, leaning on a crutch, limped into the room.
“Well, well. You all look so radiant.”
He greeted them with a smile, his once-glossy face now bandaged on one side. His last struggle was about to begin.
“Gentlemen. It’s time for you to have some fun, isn’t it? We’re all in this together.”
***
Click, click.
The sound of the shutter and the flashing light woke him up. When he groggily opened his eyes, Kwon Rae-i was next to the bed, holding his smartphone and taking pictures from various angles.
‘Wh, what…’
Still half-asleep, Tae-hwon blinked his heavy eyelids and stirred.
After finally becoming officially lovers with Kwon Rae-i, they had sex non-stop in the prepared hotel room, like a ready-made meal. He vaguely remembered kissing passionately, caressing, moaning, and panting. He hadn’t drunk a single drop of alcohol, but he remembered saying all sorts of things he shouldn’t have, like drunk people.
‘Ah, right. Kwon Rae-i said he wanted to take pictures, didn’t he…?’
Come to think of it, he seemed to have heard something like that.
He said he wanted to take pictures of his sexy face. He asked him to let him take some pictures before his memories came back. After cumming three times in a row, he had even inserted his Glans into his Rectum and begged him, so he couldn’t refuse and just wheezed and told him to do as he pleased.
‘Did he say he was going to take videos too? I don’t remember that well.’
Anyway. He gave permission, so he must be taking them.
Tae-hwon swallowed hard and buried his face in the pillow. Right now, he was more exhausted than ashamed of having his post-coital appearance captured. He didn’t know how many times they had gone at it in a row, and in the end, he had even lost consciousness from exhaustion. When he had fainted like that and woken up, Kwon Rae-i was still biting and sucking all over Tae-hwon’s body, leaving deep red marks everywhere.
They fucked again like that, fucked in different positions, fucked lying down, fucked standing up, with his legs raised, lifted, leaning against the wall, draped over his shoulders, sitting, at an angle, folded… He didn’t know how much they had done.
Anyway, even now, semen was dripping from his ass. The inside was tingling and the hole was gaping, as if Kwon Rae-i’s Dick was still inside him.
“Ugh…”
Tae-hwon groaned with difficulty and stirred, and then he heard another clicking sound from behind. He didn’t know how many pictures he was taking. Then he heard laughter.
“Tae-hwon, are you awake?”
“Ugh.”
“Do you want to get up? If you want to sleep more, sleep in my arms.”
“Slee, hng, sleep…”
“Okay. Come here. Spread your legs.”
“…Uh.”
“Oof.”
Kwon Rae-i lifted Tae-hwon’s limp body and placed it on top of himself. He was completely drained and limp, so he must have been heavy, but he didn’t seem to care about the weight.
He had him lie face down on his chest and positioned him so that his legs were spread and clinging tightly to his thighs. Then he looked like a baby koala clinging to its mother. Kwon Rae-i seemed to be very pleased with this and took a picture with his phone again. This time it was a selfie.
He heard the sound of the camera, but Tae-hwon was too tired to even look at the screen. He just thought he was taking pictures of something again.
His large hand stroked and caressed Tae-hwon’s tired back. He soothed him as if trying to put him to sleep for a while, then went further down and touched his ass. He squeezed and massaged the ass cheeks that were covered in handprints, and gently touched the bottom that was wet with semen.
“Hng, don’t. Not anymore.”
“I won’t do it violently. You can sleep, Tae-hwon.”
“Really… Are you going to do it again…”
“Shh, shh. I’ll poke you gently.”
“Agh, you animal.”
“Do you like it rough?”
“…Do it gently.”
“Right? Softly.”
“…Hngh. Aahngh.”
“Your hole is all open, so it’s so soft. Like melted ice cream. My Dick.”
“Doing it is doing it, but, don’t say such bullshit. It’s waking me up…”
“Hehehe, what can I do? I’m so excited that words are pouring out without me realizing it. If you don’t want to hear it, you’ll have to block my mouth.”