40 – TIO

Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body heaved, holding onto a heat that would not easily subside. He breathed with difficulty, sliding his hands downward. The movement was incredibly slow, but Han Seung-jae exercised patience and waited.

Then, Seo Yi-kyung braced himself against the table, lifting his upper body as he moved down. His toes stumbled. His open shirt tilted forward.

The painting studio was filled entirely with the scent of white sandalwood. With every breath, his entire body was swept by a sense of euphoria. From the tip of his penis, which had been unable to ejaculate, fluids beaded and then dripped down. Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes were hot, and his parted lips were wet with saliva.

Seo Yi-kyung gripped the work table, straightening his repeatedly staggering body. Han Seung-jae looked down deeply at Seo Yi-kyung’s flushed face as he stood there stubbornly.

As an Omega, Seo Yi-kyung’s body had no choice but to react to Han Seung-jae’s pheromones. Even now, it was vividly felt that love fluid was flowing down his thighs. However, to avoid collapsing, he steadied his mind and remained standing, clutching the table.

Yet, his face looked as if he truly did not know that this only stimulated Han Seung-jae further.

Han Seung-jae’s upper body drew closer bit by bit. The moment their lips were about to touch, Seo Yi-kyung turned his head away. Han Seung-jae’s eyes narrowed. Seo Yi-kyung could not see the expression of displeasure on his face.

Han Seung-jae pressed his lips against the rounded tip of the ear. His lips seemed to graze it, and he almost bit down with his teeth before instead extending his tongue to lick.

Sweet.

The ear, stained red like a flower petal, made saliva pool under his tongue with just a slight touch. No matter how many times he savored the sugary taste, he did not tire of it. Moreover, the love fluid pouring out since a while ago smelled of wet roses.

Han Seung-jae wanted to take every bit of those red petals. A strong impulse rose within him to crush and ruin them with his cock. Nevertheless, he struggled to suppress his excitement.

“I told you. Don’t stimulate me.”

He stroked down the nape of Seo Yi-kyung’s neck. He could feel the slender shoulders stiffening. If Han Seung-jae hadn’t restrained himself, the tips of Seo Yi-kyung’s ears might not be intact right now.

Seo Yi-kyung’s jaw trembled. Han Seung-jae slid the tip of his tongue along the ear. His lips continued down to the slender neck.

Han Seung-jae’s hand dove inside the open dress shirt. He caressed the soft flank, moved his hand upward to stroke the back, and then lightly stripped off the dress shirt Seo Yi-kyung was wearing.

His lips, which had been pressed against the nape, pressed firmly before pulling away. He licked the neckline where a bruise had formed and turned Seo Yi-kyung’s body around.

With his toes tangled, Seo Yi-kyung braced himself against the table with both hands. A hot, long penis touched the wide-open crease of his buttocks. Every time the glans surged upward and then slid down, Seo Yi-kyung’s knees sank slowly.

Han Seung-jae gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s waist tightly. The glans forced open the hole drenched in love fluid. It pushed against the inner walls, climbing incessantly. Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs trembled violently. Due to the tight, filling sensation of the foreign object, fluid surged from the tip of his penis.

“Ugh…”

Seo Yi-kyung raised his hand to cover his lips.

Han Seung-jae thrust his hips up with a thud. Seo Yi-kyung’s hand slipped slightly before he hurriedly covered his lips again. Eventually, he bit down on the hand that kept slipping away.

“Ngh, ah!”

At that, Han Seung-jae’s hip movements became even more violent than before. It was as if they were in a contest of strength to see how much longer he could endure. Seo Yi-kyung’s body was no match for him from the start. His build was smaller, and there was no way his limp legs could maintain balance.

Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body heaved wildly as he was shaken by the pounding from behind. He was on the verge of collapsing if he relied on only one hand to hold the table. Eventually, Seo Yi-kyung lowered the hand that had been covering his lips and gripped the table.

“Ngh! Ha-ah. Haat…”

Rough, unrestrained breaths leaked through Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. Han Seung-jae, gripping his waist, reached out with one hand to wrap around Seo Yi-kyung’s jaw and pull it back.

Due to the penis stabbing deep into his inner walls, Seo Yi-kyung twisted his neck back as he was led. Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes, filled with heat, were reddish. His lips, even redder, were glossy and wet with saliva.

Han Seung-jae inserted a finger to pry the lips open further. The tongue touching his fingertip worked diligently to try and push Han Seung-jae’s finger out. It scratched under the fingernail with the tip of the tongue and even sucked on a knuckle. It was undoubtedly done just to breathe.

“Mmm…”

Soon the finger was withdrawn, and lips roughly took its place. Seo Yi-kyung found it even harder to breathe due to his neck being bent back to the limit and the penis that had entered deep and settled in.

“Ngh…”

Seo Yi-kyung bit hard into the obsessively entwining tongue. A fishy taste of blood lingered at the tip of the rubbing tongues. When Han Seung-jae pulled his lips away, Seo Yi-kyung whipped his head to the side.

“My neck… hurts…”

His neck, turned to the limit, felt stinging. If he continued to endure it, he might collapse from lack of air or his neck might actually snap.

Han Seung-jae brushed his lower lip with the fingertip that had been inside Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth until a moment ago. As his tongue scraped the roof of his mouth, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth intensified. As he swallowed the saliva, he felt the thick sensation of hot blood sliding down his throat.

Han Seung-jae extended his bitten tongue and licked his lips. Rather than being angry about the bite, he felt a growing thirst.

With both hands gripping the work table, Seo Yi-kyung lowered his head. His spine heaved violently as he let out shallow breaths.

Looking at the white nape, Han Seung-jae leaned down to kiss it, then reached forward with one hand to seize Seo Yi-kyung’s penis.

Between the pain and pleasure surging from both front and back, Seo Yi-kyung tried to straighten his buckling arms, but eventually chose to lower his upper body and rest his head on the table. He no longer had the strength to endure.

Fluid surged from Seo Yi-kyung’s penis as Han Seung-jae gripped it. Even so, Han Seung-jae never let go. He continuously stimulated and caressed the penis that had already spent itself.

The back was stretched to the limit, driven hard, and then the glans withdrew in one breath as if scraping the inner walls. Seo Yi-kyung’s toes tangled, and he almost collapsed to the floor, but that didn’t happen because Han Seung-jae was holding his waist.

His body, devoid of any strength, was being shaken solely by Han Seung-jae.

“Hng, ngh… Ahh…”

Suddenly, Han Seung-jae pulled his penis out forcefully and turned Seo Yi-kyung’s body around.

“Haa…”

Staggering, Seo Yi-kyung knocked over a palette on the table. The metal clattered loudly as it hit the floor, but Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t think of anything amidst the sensation of his lips being bitten raw.

Seo Yi-kyung reached out as if to push Han Seung-jae away, but soon clung to his vest.

“Mmm…”

As his lower lip parted further to say that it was hard to breathe, a piece of flesh pushing the tongue filled his mouth deeply, as if blocking his lips.

* * *

“Has Director Han not come out yet?”

Butler Do entered the drawing room. He murmured as he tilted the teapot into Secretary Park’s empty teacup.

“The tea has gone cold. I will prepare some more and bring it to you.”

“That’s fine.”

Secretary Park answered shortly and flipped a page on the tablet PC he was viewing. Just then, the voice of Butler Do, who had left the drawing room, was heard.

“Young… Master?”

It was a voice that sounded as if it were trembling. Secretary Park shifted his gaze from the document and stood up. He checked the time.

Han Seung-jae had left after hearing that Seo Yi-kyung was in the painting studio, saying he would go see his face for a moment. He had instructed Secretary Park to wait.

As Secretary Park stepped out into the living room, Seo Yi-kyung—with paint stained in blotches on his dress shirt and trousers—was the first thing he saw. In a completely disheveled state, he hurriedly entered the elevator. Unable to find a place to look, he seemed unaware that Han Seung-jae was watching him.

Secretary Park’s gaze slowly shifted to the side. Han Seung-jae’s dark vest, as well as his flank and back, were also stained with paint. They looked like handprints.

As the elevator doors closed, Han Seung-jae brushed back his hair and looked at Butler Do.

“Clean up the painting studio.”

“Yes. I shall do so.”

Han Seung-jae headed toward the dressing room as if to change his clothes. Shortly after, Butler Do straightened his back and walked toward the painting studio.

He thought they were painting, but had they fought in there? Han Seung-jae’s face had been indifferent when he heard the young master was in the studio. Because of that, Butler Do had let go of some of his worries.

However, a sudden look of concern clouded Butler Do’s face as he headed toward the studio.

Butler Do pushed open the slightly ajar door and stepped inside. The glimpse of the studio floor was incredibly messy. His steps came to a dead halt.

The work table was a disaster. Beneath it, items had spilled, brushes looked trampled, and paint was scattered.

For some reason, a canvas was lying on the floor. Traces of what looked like a major physical struggle remained everywhere.