By Zephyria A cool and refreshing scent, reminiscent of blue skies and forests and seemingly incompatible with Choi Won-joon, made Lee-eum flutter with excitement. Choi Won-joon, who had been observing Lee-eum’s face, realized that Lee-eum could smell his Pheromone scent even though he wasn’t in heat cycle, and his eyes filled with joy.
“See? I told you I’m the right match for you, Darling.”
He caressed Lee-eum’s cheek, kissed him, and pushed his lower body in hard. Each thudding sound made Lee-eum’s body heave in reaction, and Lee-eum sucked on Choi Won-joon’s lips, wrapping his legs around his waist. During the heat cycle, his memory wasn’t clear, but now he vividly felt Choi Won-joon’s cock going in and out, rubbing inside, and even the breaths and sticky sweat.
Those things worked together to increase his excitement, and the squelching sound, incomparably louder than before, tormented his ears.
“Haaah!”
As he clung to his neck, Choi Won-joon suddenly lifted Lee-eum up and leaned him against the sofa. The face-to-face position made the penetration deeper, and Lee-eum lowered his head, shocked to see his lower abdomen bulging out.
Choi Won-joon put his hand inside and pressed below Lee-eum’s navel.
“It’s full of my cock all the way up here. Can you feel it?”
Lee-eum moaned and grabbed his hand. “Don’t do that. It hurts…” Then Won-joon grabbed Lee-eum’s buttocks, caressed his chest, and whispered.
“Do whatever you want to do.”
He bit his nipple, and Lee-eum flinched, tightening his thighs. Choi Won-joon’s handsome brow furrowed as if his inside was tightening. “Damn it,” he cursed, and Lee-eum unreservedly moved his hips back and forth.
“You’re doing great. Excellent.”
“…….”
“Lift your hips up, then down. It’ll be better.”
It was hard to bear the tingling sensation inside his belly, as if it were being seared with electricity. As he was told, he hugged his neck and lifted and lowered his hips, and the stimulation became stronger. With each repetition, Choi Won-joon’s breathing gradually became more violent.
“Shit, ha, this is so fucking good. I must be getting an award for deciding to live a good life.”
Normally, he would have snapped at him not to talk nonsense, but he didn’t have the leeway to do that. Choi Won-joon immediately twisted his body and lay diagonally on the armrest, leaving Lee-eum alone with nowhere to lean on. While he was wondering what to do with his posture, he grabbed his waist and strongly thrust upwards from below.
The shock made his body spring up like a spring, and Lee-eum stretched his arms back to steady himself, grabbing Choi Won-joon’s thigh. His thigh was hard and rock-like with contracted muscles.
As time went on, he couldn’t even make a proper sound and panted like a beast, and as he approached climax, his mind turned blank white. Lee-eum couldn’t bear it any longer and came as he was.
“Ugh! Wait, ah! President!”
Choi Won-joon had no intention of stopping even though the semen was splattering haphazardly. He gritted his teeth and arbitrarily stabbed inside, making him feel like his organs were being crushed.
“S, stop! I’m coming, haah, wait, just wait!”
His insides were sensitive, and he was being relentlessly poked, so eventually he saw sparks in front of his eyes. Lee-eum couldn’t hold on and collapsed forward, hugging Choi Won-joon’s neck and begging.
“P, President! Stop, look! Choi Won-joon! Hey! You son of a bitch!”
Choi Won-joon turned his head and licked Lee-eum’s ear. A more sinister voice and rougher breathing than ever poured out.
“Lee-eum-ah, curse me more. Fuck, I’m so turned on I feel like my head’s going to explode.”
This crazy perverted bastard… He sped up for the last time, and now no moans or anything came out of his mouth, just panting. The cells in his whole body were rioting, and it felt like blood was flowing backwards, and everything felt unreal. He was completely consumed by pleasure and had no time to argue or think anymore.
His lower abdomen tensed, and semen gushed out again. As his hole tightened, Choi Won-joon hugged Lee-eum’s body tightly enough to crush him and shoved his cock in as much as he could. He pressed against him without a gap, as if he was determined to go inside the hole.
Khuk, fuck. At the same time as he cursed, his stomach became hot. Or rather, it felt wet and soaked. What is it? Didn’t Choi Won-joon wear a condom? A moment later, water flowed down his thigh. He belatedly realized that it wasn’t his.
What the hell did this man shoot into me…
When he pulled out his cock, water poured out, and Lee-eum stared at Choi Won-joon, his head dazed with shock. He was breathing roughly, but he was shamelessly smiling and unwrapping his second condom.
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Lee-eum, who barely opened his eyes, turned around with a disheveled face. For once, Choi Won-joon was nowhere to be seen. He lifted the blanket and came down from the bed, and a sigh escaped him when he found bite marks under his shorts.
Choi Won-joon had done the deed on the sofa and came to the bedroom, and he tormented Lee-eum until before dawn. People really don’t change. He whispered nice things like he wanted to be the right person for him, but he was still as selfish as ever.
Lee-eum, who was coming out, found Choi Won-joon in the kitchen. He was wearing that ridiculously cute teddy bear T-shirt from last night and was busily moving around in the kitchen.
Then, as if he sensed someone, he turned around and strode towards him with a knife. Feeling threatened, he flinched back, but he came close, grabbed his cheek, and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Put the knife away before you talk.”
When he asked him what he was doing, he dragged him and showed him.
Meat was sizzling in the frying pan.
“You lost protein, Darling. I was grilling steak.”
Whose fault is that…?
His dick was sore and numb every time he walked because he had been squeezed so much.
“As much as I like meat, I don’t want to eat it from the morning…”
“I made soup too. Eat at least a little.”
Lee-eum made coffee to clear his head first. Looking to the side, he saw that he had chopped the vegetables so wildly that they were splattered everywhere. He figured he had never cooked before, but he didn’t want to say anything since he was doing it for him.
Lee-eum subtly went to Choi Won-joon’s side and smelled him. Normally, it should only smell like meat, but he could faintly smell Choi Won-joon’s Pheromone scent. It wasn’t a delusion. As he sniffed around like a drug detection dog, Choi Won-joon flipped the meat and smiled.
“Why. Are you upset because you feel like you’re hooked on me?”
Anyway, he’s quick to notice… He didn’t answer and took the finished coffee and sat down at the table, and Choi Won-joon came and tidied his messy hair and caressed his cheek.
“Why are your eyes so sunken? It makes me sad.”
His conscience must be dead. When he glared at him with his eyes wide, Choi Won-joon smiled brightly.
“But it was good, right? I showed you a fountain show yesterday too.”
“…….”
“Next time, let’s come together nicely.”
Ah, with a sudden memory, Lee-eum frowned, put down his coffee cup, and headed to the sofa. One of the things Choi Won-joon had changed was the sofa, and it was a product that he was very satisfied with because of its size and comfortable fit.
Lee-eum stared blankly at the spotless sofa.
“This is waterproof, right…?”
“I don’t know. Should I ask Director Lee?”
No matter how he looked at it, it seemed to be waterproof. Lee-eum, who had been examining it from every angle, returned to the table and sat down in his seat. Come to think of it, Director Lee isn’t coming today. He always came when Choi Won-joon slept here.
“Director Lee isn’t coming today?”
“He went to Europe for summer vacation.”
So that’s why he made the food himself. Won-joon plausibly plated the steak and grilled vegetables and placed them in front of Lee-eum. Then he brought the candlesticks he had bought before and put them next to him and lit the wicks.
What is this from the morning….
The only time Lee-eum lit candles in his house was when he held ancestral rites at his parents’ house.
“Even if Director Lee isn’t here, I can have other employees do it, but I wanted to make you food myself today.”
“Why?”
“If we’re going to live together, I need to know how to cook your meals. I’m good at learning, so I’ll be pretty good at cooking in a few months. So don’t worry about the housework and just make money.”
He has high hopes…. He assured him that that would never happen and cut the meat and put it in his mouth, and the texture was very soft. Where did this come from? There was no beef in the refrigerator, and it was too early for butcher shops or supermarkets to open.
“Where did you get the meat?”
“I borrowed it from Noona.”
“Which Noona?”
“The pure Noona I respect.”
“…….”
“When I said I wanted to feed you well because you had a hard time last night, she smiled contentedly and gave it to me right away. She said it’s the best part.”
Lee-eum gripped the knife tightly. He told Noona everything? Should he cut up Choi Won-joon instead of the steak? If he cut off that mouth, he wouldn’t be able to talk nonsense for a while. In the meantime, Choi Won-joon swaps the plate of steak he cut with Lee-eum’s.
“Eat before it gets cold.”
When he saw him smiling brightly, he felt annoyed, then sighed, and then laughed again. I must be seriously crazy.