By Zephyria 
“Seung-jae! It’s coming, I’m telling you, it’s coming.”
Seo Yi-kyung stamped his feet as he watched Han Seung-jae open his mouth to take his member inside. The sheets bunched up in one direction like a wave. However, it was an action close to being meaningless.
Han Seung-jae scraped the underside of the glans with his tongue. At that, Seo Yi-kyung’s body jerked backward. Lying on the bed, Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t hold back and trembled violently.
Seo Yi-kyung bit his lower lip. He couldn’t believe it. Contrary to his complicated thoughts, his body was faithfully soaking in Han Seung-jae’s white cedar scent and reacting to his fingers.
Han Seung-jae’s Adam’s apple bobbed slowly. After swallowing the semen without leaving a drop, he withdrew his fingers from Seo Yi-kyung’s hole.
Still lingering in the afterglow, Seo Yi-kyung could only stare blankly at the ceiling.
Han Seung-jae spread Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs. Then, he rubbed his member against the twitching hole. He aligned it and pressed down firmly. It was the same hole that fingers had been entering and exiting until a moment ago. The tip of the glans entered. However, as the shaft went in halfway, focus returned to Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes.
“Ugh.”
It wasn’t the first time he had accepted him, yet Seo Yi-kyung’s entire body stiffened involuntarily. Under Han Seung-jae’s gaze looking down from above, he couldn’t move an inch.
Despite that, the member constantly pushing inside was almost frightening. Unlike when he had been thrust into suddenly and frantically in the elevator, it was on a different level to lie on a cozy bed with his legs spread, feeling Han Seung-jae’s cock slowly push into his inner walls.
Under Han Seung-jae’s gaze, which seemed to peer into every inch of his insides, he felt a messy mix of emotions—wanting him to make him feel nothing, yet feeling so embarrassed by the eye contact that he wanted to run away.
Han Seung-jae reached out. Seo Yi-kyung squeezed his eyes shut. His fingers grabbed the tie tangled around Seo Yi-kyung’s neck and pulled it off. After that, the suit jacket, vest, and dress shirt Seo Yi-kyung was wearing were removed one by one.
Thwack. Han Seung-jae thrust his hips up in one go. Seo Yi-kyung felt a pain as if his stomach were being pierced and reached down to clutch his abdomen.
“Seo Yi-kyung.”
“Hng, ugh.”
Seo Yi-kyung struggled to open one eyelid, his brow furrowing. He had the illusion that Han Seung-jae’s massive body was plunging into him all at once. Han Seung-jae stroked Seo Yi-kyung’s cheek, where a scar remained.
“I’ve never been this gentle with anyone before.”
He clearly didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘gentle.’ Or perhaps, for Han Seung-jae, this was considered gentle.
Han Seung-jae pressed their lips together. Simultaneously, he moved the member shoved into the wet hole. Seo Yi-kyung felt a heavy sensation spreading through his entire body from between his legs.
Because their lips were pressed together, Seo Yi-kyung’s breathing became labored. Whenever he tried to turn his head, Han Seung-jae gripped his chin and stubbornly kept their lips locked. Seo Yi-kyung had no way to keep up with Han Seung-jae’s driving hip movements.
Seo Yi-kyung’s vision blurred. His body, shaking helplessly, didn’t feel like his own. The piece of flesh that had invaded his mouth and scraped the delicate membranes withdrew.
“Ugh, ah, ha, ah!”
Letting out intermittent screams, Seo Yi-kyung exhaled sharply. His wet lips were even swollen. Han Seung-jae released Seo Yi-kyung’s chin and sat up.
He spread Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs further. His white buttocks curled roundly before his thighs shook as if convulsing.
Han Seung-jae’s raspy voice spread in his ear.
“Think about what you want as payment for the painting.”
* * *
Click. At the sound of the door closing, Seo Yi-kyung lifted his stiff eyelids. His eyes closed again at the morning sunlight streaming in from the terrace. He didn’t have the strength to move a single finger.
He had been practically pinned down until dawn. At some point, Seo Yi-kyung even thought his body had become paralyzed. He must have fallen fast asleep just like that.
Buzz— Seo Yi-kyung tossed and turned at the vibration of his phone announcing a message. He thought he had only slept for a moment, but when he opened his eyes, it was past noon. He didn’t feel any sticky fluids anywhere on his body. He had dreamed that Han Seung-jae wiped his body with a towel; had that not been a dream?
Seo Yi-kyung painstakingly lowered his legs from the bed. As he stood up, fluid flowed down his thighs. Seo Yi-kyung walked quickly.
Swoosh—
Approaching the shower booth, Seo Yi-kyung stood under the water for a long time.
He felt at a loss as to how to resolve the misunderstanding Han Seung-jae had developed the previous day. However, he was the one who had told him to accept the painting. Though he had acted impulsively without thinking. In that moment, he recalled the change in Han Seung-jae’s expression.
He looked like someone who had been waiting for that.
Seo Yi-kyung stepped out of the shower booth, grabbed a towel, and slowly dried his wet body. When he put on a robe and stepped outside, clothes were laid out on the table. Did Butler Do leave them?
He had been too distracted to check earlier. Still covering his head with the towel he used to rub his hair, Seo Yi-kyung reached out. He rummaged through the shirt and pants. No matter how he looked, he couldn’t see any underwear to change into.
Could it be that Seung-jae brought them?
While thinking it was impossible, the fact that the underwear was missing made him think so. However, Seo Yi-kyung’s musings didn’t last long. Still in his robe, he walked awkwardly, clutching his waist. The long hallway was filled with silence.
Retracing the traces of the previous day, Seo Yi-kyung approached the elevator. It was stopped on the first floor. His pale face was reflected in the door. Also captured was the sight of him biting his lip anxiously. Still covering his head with the towel, Seo Yi-kyung pressed the elevator button. Then, the elevator arriving on the second floor opened cheerfully.
Seo Yi-kyung released his bitten lip. The elevator was empty.
There was no painting, no suit pants, and no drawers. It was completely clean.
“Where did it go?”
With a bewildered face, Seo Yi-kyung stepped into the elevator. Even looking closely, there was nothing. Did someone even clear away my underwear? Suddenly, the sound of footsteps followed behind him. A helper passing by with a tray asked,
“Were you here? I brought porridge. Are you looking for something?”
Seo Yi-kyung, who had been half-bent over, almost slammed his forehead into the elevator door. He forced a smile and lowered the towel covering his head.
“Ah, well…”
Seo Yi-kyung lowered his eyelids and pointed to the floor.
“I left a painting here yesterday.”
It was too embarrassing to voice the whereabouts of the underwear he was looking for. The helper seemed to look in the same direction as Seo Yi-kyung’s finger, then answered quickly.
“If it’s the painting, Director Han told me to put it in the study this morning.”
“Seung-jae did?”
“Yes. So Butler Do moved it…”
Seo Yi-kyung brushed past the helper and headed for the study. It was right next door, so it only took a short walk. Seo Yi-kyung opened the door without hesitation. The towel he was holding dropped thud to his feet.
He looked at the painting of scattering cherry blossoms hanging on the wall.
Step. Seo Yi-kyung entered the study and approached the landscape painting. Among the collection of lavish and expensive items, the landscape painting was full of dissonance. Rather than not fitting in, it was old. It was faded, and its value was hard to determine. Moreover, because Seo Dong-hu had failed to maintain it, the corners were damaged, making it look even more shabby.
Standing before the painting, Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth opened slightly.
‘…He really accepted it.’
In the original story, this painting was in the painting studio. And while looking at that painting, ‘Seo Yi-kyung’ had met his end. However, because Seo Yi-kyung had brought it to Han Seung-jae yesterday, the location of the painting had changed.
Seo Yi-kyung’s chest swelled slightly. The study was filled with Han Seung-jae’s white cedar scent. Smelling his pheromones, his body, which had been clung to him until dawn the previous day, felt hot. His swollen lips tingled, and heat seemed to spread from his cheeks to his neck.
Seo Yi-kyung turned and left the study. The helper, who had been waiting for Seo Yi-kyung in front of the door until then, picked up the towel that had fallen on the floor. Then, she held out the porridge on the tray.
“Butler Do asked me to bring this to you.”
However, usually, Butler Do did such things himself. Hadn’t it been said that Han Seung-jae hired him to do such work in this house? Especially since, even without Han Seung-jae’s instructions, Butler Do was not the type of person to entrust the task of assisting the young master to someone else.
Filled with doubt, Seo Yi-kyung asked,
“Where did Butler Do go?”
“He left in a hurry this morning.”
“Where to?”
He wasn’t the type to leave without a word.
“He said he was visiting the main house and hasn’t returned yet. He asked me to deliver the porridge on time if he was late.”
Seo Yi-kyung blinked. For now, he told the helper he understood and took the tray. She insisted on carrying it to the bedroom, but Seo Yi-kyung smiled and said it was fine.
Click. Entering the room, Seo Yi-kyung placed the tray on the table. As expected, Han Seung-jae must have brought these clothes. Seo Yi-kyung looked at the disheveled pants and shirt.
But, the main house?
‘Did he leave something behind yesterday?’
Seo Yi-kyung sat in the chair. As he removed the cover, there was porridge with finely minced meat. Seo Yi-kyung scooped some porridge, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.
Furthermore, Seo Yi-kyung had something he wanted to ask Butler Do. How he had brought that painting. It was definitely the landscape painting that Seo Young-hwan had shown Seo Yi-kyung in the study.
Then again, Butler Do had been standing at the door. It was highly likely he had simply followed Seo Young-hwan’s instructions.
And the words he heard from Han Seung-jae the previous day lingered in his mind. Payment for the painting. Strictly speaking, he hadn’t even painted it. And receiving something from Han Seung-jae wasn’t entirely comfortable.
Having finished the porridge, Seo Yi-kyung stood up. Holding the tray in one hand, he picked up the pants and shirt.
Leaving the bedroom, Seo Yi-kyung headed for the stairs. His thighs stung, and his buttocks tingled with every step, but he didn’t have the courage to take the elevator.
Upon reaching the first floor, a passing helper took the tray from Seo Yi-kyung’s hand. Seo Yi-kyung walked to the dressing room, took off his robe, and put on his underwear, pants, and shirt, fastening the buttons.
When he opened the door and came out, the living room was suddenly noisy, unlike before.
“Is something going on?”
Seo Yi-kyung tilted his head and asked the helper right in front of him. She flinched and hurriedly turned around. Only then did Butler Do’s figure come fully into Seo Yi-kyung’s view.
With the corner of his mouth split and his cheek seemingly struck countless times, one side of Butler Do’s face was badly swollen. Also, the suit he always wore neatly was disheveled, as if someone had grabbed him by the collar. Butler Do quickly raised his hand to cover his face.
“Are you awake, young master? I will prepare lunch as soon as you change your clothes and come out.”
Butler Do bowed his waist while keeping his face hidden. Seo Yi-kyung’s words flowed out calmly.
“Did Hyung do this?”
Butler Do raised his head. Seo Yi-kyung’s expression had changed completely from a moment ago. He slowly looked at the people around him. At that, the helpers moved their stopped steps.
“Lunch is…”
To Butler Do’s words, Seo Yi-kyung replied shortly.
“I already ate. More importantly, what happened to your face?”
Butler Do hesitated, then slowly opened his mouth. He confessed what had happened yesterday and the fact that he had visited the main house after receiving a call from Seo Dong-hu this morning. The reason was…
“…Because of a sword?”
Butler Do gave a barely perceptible nod. He was still hiding his beaten cheek with one hand. Seo Yi-kyung recalled the sight of Seo Dong-hu swinging a sword, claiming he had won the bid because of Director Han. He had heard that he bought it at the auction for eight billion won.
“I am sorry, young master. I tried not to bring it.”
Butler Do reluctantly showed the sword he had placed on the sofa. He had consistently tried not to accept the sword, but the more he did, the more flamboyant Seo Dong-hu’s beatings became. Eventually, unable to endure any longer, he had ended up bringing it.