By Zephyria 
Seo Yi-kyung flinched as he popped another slice of apple into his mouth, savoring the crisp texture. Han Seung-jae was watching him eat. Butler Do was, as well.
Seo Yi-kyung wondered if he had mentioned that he liked apples. He didn’t think he had ever told Han Seung-jae that.
However, he soon recalled the apple he had tasted at the hotel. At the time, Han Seung-jae had been sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe, drinking whisky. Though there had been some distance between them… had he seen that?
Butler Do, who had watched the scene from the closest vantage point, looked on with wonder. In contrast to Han Seung-jae’s cold demeanor, they had looked like a quite intimate married couple.
That was exactly what Butler Do had hoped for. More than anyone, he wanted the relationship between Han Seung-jae and Seo Yi-kyung to become deep and harmonious. Moreover, as if to prove that fact, they had even conceived a child. While Butler Do had felt a slight fear due to Han Seung-jae’s temperament, which he had witnessed by his side all this time, Han Seung-jae had never once caused harm to Seo Yi-kyung.
Butler Do took the plate brought by the chef and placed the rest on the table.
“Please let me know if there is anything you need.”
Seo Yi-kyung watched Butler Do walk away, chewing his food. As he ate, he found the apple’s sweetness more pleasant than he had expected.
“I’ve already informed my home, so just be aware of that.”
Suddenly, Seo Yi-kyung looked forward. The ‘home’ Han Seung-jae referred to likely wasn’t Seo Yi-kyung’s family home. Han Seung-jae picked up the water glass in front of him, paused before drinking, and continued.
“If your family contacts you to have a meal without my knowledge, tell them I can’t go because I’m busy.”
Seo Yi-kyung gave a barely perceptible nod. Dining at Han Seung-jae’s family home was far from what Seo Yi-kyung imagined. Hadn’t it been like that before? He had gone thinking it was a meeting to greet Han Seung-jae’s parents, only to experience a full family banquet. He still couldn’t forget the way the gazes of so many people had flooded in like bamboo shoots after rain.
“I’ll tell my father myself.”
Han Seung-jae, emptying his glass of water, replied.
“Fine. Then, take whatever you need to bring with you.”
Han Seung-jae seemed to be speaking with the fact that Seo Yi-kyung’s mother, Lee Se-hee, was ill in mind. Seo Yi-kyung didn’t mention that she wasn’t actually sick. He simply answered that he understood and popped the rest of the apple into his mouth.
If he told them he was pregnant, Seo Young-hwan would be pleased. And Seo Dong-hu would be too—while plotting how to extort a huge sum of money from Han Seung-jae. Therefore, Seo Yi-kyung had no intention of telling them. He didn’t even want to see them.
Having finished his brief dinner, Seo Yi-kyung slowly stood up. In the process of eating, he hadn’t touched the rice at all, but had emptied the apple plate. He followed Han Seung-jae, who was walking ahead, out of the dining room. Behind him, Butler Do and an assistant entered to clear the table.
Seo Yi-kyung continued walking, watching Han Seung-jae head toward the elevator. He pressed the button. Soon, the doors slid wide open.
Seo Yi-kyung didn’t want to get into the elevator, but it would be embarrassing to say he’d take the stairs from here. Wouldn’t it look as if he couldn’t forget the time they had sex inside the elevator and was cherishing the memory in his heart?
As Han Seung-jae stepped inside, Seo Yi-kyung slowly approached and stood beside him. Keeping his distance or moving to a corner would both look too conscious. Last time, he had been practically pushed into the corner of the elevator, his pants stripped off, his buttocks held wide open as he took Han Seung-jae’s penis from behind. Just glancing in that direction made his cheeks flush.
Seo Yi-kyung took his place beside Han Seung-jae with a forced expression of calm. The doors closed, and Han Seung-jae pressed the button for the second floor. Reaching the second floor happened in an instant. As the doors opened, Seo Yi-kyung let out a small breath and stepped forward. However, Han Seung-jae grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s arm and pulled him back inside.
“…!”
Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes widened. He felt his leg, which had been extending forward, step backward regardless of his will. There was simply nowhere to go inside the elevator. In the confined space, Seo Yi-kyung’s back quickly hit the corner.
“Why are your cheeks so red?”
Seo Yi-kyung wanted to see what his cheeks looked like, but his view was blocked by Han Seung-jae’s broad shoulders, preventing him from checking his reflection in the mirror. All he could see were Han Seung-jae’s sharp Adam’s apple, his crisp dress shirt, and the glossy buttons.
Seo Yi-kyung slowly lifted his head and touched the cheek Han Seung-jae was staring at.
“I-I’m not sure.”
In other words, it would be great if he could just step back a little. Meanwhile, Seo Yi-kyung plotted how to dash out of the elevator.
“Was it around here?”
Seo Yi-kyung didn’t immediately understand what Han Seung-jae was saying as he leaned against the wall, as if remembering something. He simply looked down, hoping Han Seung-jae’s firm arm would move. But as the next words followed, Seo Yi-kyung’s complexion turned crimson.
“The spot where you were leaking everywhere while taking my cock.”
“….”
Seo Yi-kyung’s face burned. He was so red up to his neck that it felt as if he would burst if someone so much as touched him. The moment Han Seung-jae had grabbed and spread his buttocks to carve open his hole and shove his cock in came rushing back. Everything, down to the moment his lower abdomen was filled to the brim and the wet sounds leaked incessantly, filling the elevator. The heat soon spread to the tips of Seo Yi-kyung’s ears.
Han Seung-jae lowered his upper body slightly and gazed intently at Seo Yi-kyung’s flushed face.
“You’re aroused, so manage your pheromones better.”
Ha. Seo Yi-kyung let out a short breath. It wasn’t that he couldn’t manage his pheromones. Wasn’t Han Seung-jae an extreme dominant Alpha? He could smell even the smallest amount of scent remaining on Seo Yi-kyung’s body. It was a beast-like sense of smell.
“I’d… l-like it if you moved away a bit.”
Seo Yi-kyung barely managed to squeeze the words out. It wasn’t an illusion that Han Seung-jae’s upper body was descending further. That alone made Seo Yi-kyung’s jaw tremble slightly.
Surely, he wasn’t going to do it here again. No matter how much of a handful Han Seung-jae was, there was no way he had forgotten the fact that he was already pregnant.
But then again, he wasn’t the type of person to worry about such things. Nevertheless, Seo Yi-kyung snapped his head up as if determined to push him away. Simultaneously, Han Seung-jae’s breath brushed against his forehead.
“Do you want to try taking it with your mouth this time?”
Han Seung-jae lowered the hand that had been bracing against the elevator wall. He gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s slender waist and pulled him slightly forward. Seo Yi-kyung’s frozen legs stumbled as he was drawn in.
Han Seung-jae grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks with his other hand. The strength of Han Seung-jae’s grip felt through the clothes was ominous.
Before he knew it, Seo Yi-kyung felt his waist grow hot where Han Seung-jae’s crotch touched him. The slow grinding against his waist provided a strange sensation. His sides shivered, and his thighs twitched. A tremor that swept down to his ankles vanished.
Han Seung-jae’s penis was clearly bulging. It was threatening, as if it might tear through the trousers. Just imagining that entering his mouth made Seo Yi-kyung’s throat tighten.
Seo Yi-kyung struggled. This was no time to lose his mind. If things continued like this, his pants would be stripped off, and he might end up practically crawling out like last time. To prevent that from happening, he urgently grabbed the arm of Han Seung-jae, who was unhesitatingly rubbing his cock against his stomach. The dress shirt wrapping around the firm arm rustled and wrinkled in Seo Yi-kyung’s grip.
“My stomach feels uncomfortable.”
Morning sickness hadn’t even started yet. However, it was an attempt to remind Han Seung-jae of the fact that he was pregnant. Seo Yi-kyung was simply struggling with all his might to escape the situation.
“Is that so?”
Han Seung-jae, who had been gripping Seo Yi-kyung’s waist and rubbing his cock, looked down languidly.
“Yes.”
Seo Yi-kyung nodded. Was this method working? He felt a surge of confidence that he might be able to use this whenever Han Seung-jae cornered him in the future.
Soon, Han Seung-jae leaned down and licked Seo Yi-kyung’s parted lips.
“Ugh.”
He tried to snap his lips shut quickly, but he was too late. Supporting Seo Yi-kyung’s squirming buttocks in his grip, Han Seung-jae pushed his tongue into his mouth. A sweet yet tart taste was felt. As if wanting to taste more, he entwined and tangled with the piece of flesh that was trembling and trying to flee.
“Mmm…”
With his waist held, Seo Yi-kyung was blocked from front and back, unable to move an inch. Han Seung-jae rubbed against the delicate mucous membrane, sucked on his lips, and gathered his saliva.
When he withdrew the tongue that had been roaming the inside of his mouth, Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body heaved up and down as he caught his breath.
“Haa, haa…”
With his eyes turned reddish, Seo Yi-kyung slowly looked up. Then, Han Seung-jae’s low voice pierced his ear.
“A moment ago, you chewed and swallowed that apple so well. Just think of my cock as an apple.”