By Zephyria 
“By any chance, Im Gyeong, do you like men?”
“If you’re asking if I’m gay, no.”
If he’s not gay, then why the hell is he acting like this toward me? For several days, I tried to think of other possibilities, but my mind kept returning to a single conclusion: Im Gyeong viewed me as a sexual object. I wasn’t so young or stupid that I couldn’t recognize the signals he was sending.
“No matter how much I think about it, I just don’t understand. I’m about to marry your sister. You’re making a demand that would be hard to excuse even by social norms. If your intention is to screw with me or mock me, please find another way. I’ll accept it gladly. Do you understand?”
“You think I’m doing this because I want to torment you, Kang Hee-shin?”
“Isn’t that it?”
“If I wanted to torment you, I wouldn’t have helped you.”
“Then what? Do you like me? Have you fallen for me?”
At those words, Im Gyeong laughed loudly. He laughed until tears welled up in his eyes, as if something were incredibly funny, and then reached for his glass. After taking a sip of the liquor, he licked his lips and hummed, pondering his words.
“To be honest, I don’t like you, nor have I fallen for you. However, I am curious. I’ve become interested in knowing you as a person. I want us to have a relationship that is more intimate than we are now.”
“Such as?”
“A relationship where we have sex without any inhibitions?”
Unconsciously, my face crumpled like a piece of scrap paper. Without inhibitions? What? Sex? Without inhibitions? I have no idea what kind of bullshit he’s talking about. I’ve never heard of “sex without inhibitions” in my life—it’s not like he said “shedding inhibitions” and having sex.
“That’s the funniest piece of bullshit I’ve heard in my entire life, fuck.”
“You’re triggered. I can tell by the swearing.”
I almost unleashed a harsher string of curses but stopped myself. Honestly, right now, he held the upper hand. After all, many things depended on him. However, I couldn’t guarantee how much more I could endure.
“Keep it moderate. I’m exercising a lot of patience right now.”
“I only answered because you asked. Just so you know, I have a fiancée too. Though we’ve only met once. So don’t think too deeply about this relationship. Both you and I have people to return to anyway.”
Without any ice, Hee-shin poured the liquor full into his empty glass. Then, he downed it in one go. He felt a burning sensation from his esophagus down. After emptying another glass, he stood up with a cold expression.
“Fine. I’ll do as you wish. Strip. I’ll fuck you as much as you want.”
As he sneered, undoing his belt and lowering his zipper, Im Gyeong gave a thin smile.
“Who said you were the one doing the fucking?”
His movements froze. Glaring at him, Kang Hee-shin pulled his zipper back up and fastened the buckle. Fuck. Without even pausing to think, he grabbed his jacket. Just as he was about to walk out, a low voice drifted from behind him.
“If you leave like this, it won’t end with just a broken engagement.”
Turning sharply, he saw Im Gyeong holding his glass and continuing.
“Because once I find the woman who disappeared from the 4th floor, I’m going to kill her.”
“…….”
“Who do you think people will suspect first?”
“….”
“You. Prosecutor Kang Hee-shin.”
It wasn’t intentional, but photos had been taken of the two of them sleeping in bed together. Since then, he had been searching everywhere for the woman. In this situation, if the woman were found dead, he would be placed under suspicion without a doubt. It was a cliché, but it was an easy way to snare him.
“You… you bastard…!”
“Make a wise choice. I’m not asking for anything grand.”
Not grand? My body, my pride—that’s not grand to you? Finally snapping, he turned back and grabbed Im Gyeong by the collar, hauling him up. He threw a punch instantly; with a thud, Im Gyeong collapsed to the floor, and Hee-shin immediately pinned him down, gripping his collar again.
“Fuck, you’re laughing? You think this is funny? Should I make it more enjoyable for you? Should I kill you right here so you can’t see the sun tomorrow morning? You think you’re the only one who can kill people? No, I can kill too. I can kill a piece of shit like you whenever I feel like it! Do you understand!!”
As he shook the man while screaming, he sensed something going wrong. Something was hardening beneath his hips. The moment he recoiled in disgust and tried to pull away, Im Gyeong grabbed his arms and shoved him over. Suddenly, he was pinned to the carpet with Im Gyeong on top of him. It was absurd to see him smiling even while blood leaked from his split lip.
“I wondered, but you really got hard. You got hard for me.”
“Get off. Unless you want to die.”
“Five minutes. Just bear with it for five minutes.”
“What?”
“I won’t penetrate you, so just endure it for five minutes. How about it? You hate even that much?”
As he glared as if to kill, Im Gyeong knit his brows and gave a pitiful smile.
“Fine, three minutes.”
Hah, this crazy bastard, seriously. As he tried to push the man’s shoulders away, the man lowered his body. Their upper bodies pressed together, and hot breath brushed against his ear. Two minutes. I can’t concede any more. For a moment, his mind went blank. Even though he knew there was no need to weigh the options, he couldn’t shake off the temptation the man was offering.
Clenching his fists, he squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, unless he’s some kind of premature ejaculator, what could he possibly do in two minutes? He’ll probably just touch my body a bit and be done with it. The breath touching his neck felt ticklish.
“You smoked. I thought you were quitting.”
The voice was ticklish too. He counted the numbers in his head. One, two, three.
Suddenly, the weight pressing down on his upper body vanished. It was quiet. What happened?
At the sound of a spit—ptui—he slowly opened his eyes and couldn’t help but be horrified.
The squelching sound was ominous; Im Gyeong had opened his robe and was gripping his cock, stroking it back and forth.
While firmly pinning Hee-shin’s thighs against the sides of his chest.
“You… fuck…!”
He was so appalled he couldn’t even speak. He had intended to let the man touch his body a bit and move past it. It would have been even better if the man felt self-loathing and backed off first. But Im Gyeong had gone beyond that, using another man’s face—specifically, the face of the man who was to marry his sister—as masturbation material.
The roughening breath, the deeply furrowed brow, the downcast eyes, the long, thick eyelashes. The subtly curved corners of the mouth. It was a devastatingly erotic face. And then there was the shocking size of the cock that made him forget everything else. That son of a bitch… he wasn’t just tall.
He whipped his head away, ignoring the man. He considered himself lucky that the man hadn’t asked him to suck it.
The slap-slap sound tormented his ears.
Suddenly, a terrifying thought occurred to him, and he looked up at the man.
“Fuck! If you dare cum on my face, I’ll kill—”
Before he could finish the sentence, Im Gyeong erupted his semen onto Hee-shin’s face. Before he could even react, it came in surges, pouring out repeatedly. The fishy scent seeped into his nostrils, and nausea surged. Covering his mouth with his hand, he pushed Im Gyeong off his chest. Then, he ran to the bathroom, grabbed the toilet, and retched.
Since he hadn’t eaten anything, nothing came out. Staggering to his feet, he looked in the mirror; his appearance was disastrous. Nausea hit him again, and he shoved his face toward the toilet. After finally regaining his composure, he scrubbed his face harshly with soap. Several times.
Huffing and puffing, he walked back out to find Im Gyeong sitting on the sofa without even closing his robe.
With his center still standing tall.
He stared intently at Kang Hee-shin and smiled mischievously.
“I guess it’s not to your taste? Others say it tastes delicious.”
He barely managed to hold onto the fraying thread of his reason. He had met all sorts of people in his life. Most criminals who came in for interrogation were beyond common sense. Of course, none of them had ever ejaculated on his face.
Huu, placing his hands on his hips, he barely managed to steady his ragged breathing.
Then, sweeping his hair back, he glared at Im Gyeong sitting on the sofa.
“Close your robe, you fucking bastard.”
As he grabbed his coat and walked toward the entrance, it was quiet behind him. He didn’t try to stop him or call him back. The fellow had achieved his goal—not entirely, but to some extent—and through that promise, I could take what I wanted. Provided, of course, that he kept his word.
Just in case, he stopped his steps and gave a low warning to Im Gyeong.
“Keep your promise. If you open your mouth anywhere else, I’ll really kill you!”
Im Gyeong smiled and made a gesture of zipping his lips. Perhaps his skin was sensitive, as the face he’d been hit on was already swollen red and his lip was a bloody mess. Even then, the way he kept beaming as if something were wonderful was unbelievable.
I lost, fuck. Fine. You won. You son of a bitch.
Cursing, he walked out of the hotel and scrubbed his face again even in front of the door. Despite washing with soap, he felt the illusion that the characteristic fishy smell lingered. Checking his surroundings to see if anyone had seen him, he walked quickly down the hallway.