SYNO Chapter 41

Ssangryeong considered it for a moment. He wanted to yell, “Like hell I’d become a soft-hearted fool, you bastard!” and break free from the Commander’s grasp.

Q. But would these strong hands release him just because he wanted them to?

A. No.

Every encounter with Pienne involved a battle of nerves, escalating into this inevitable physical struggle, and he was honestly getting tired of it.

Ssangryeong took a deep breath.

‘Treat me differently?’

He mulled over Pienne’s words again. Pienne was currently treating him like an unruly animal; so was he saying that could change?

Whatever the change might be, if it made his life a little easier, it wouldn’t be so bad.

He was already stuck in an unfair contract and being dragged back to the Home Nation, so what was so difficult about making a slightly different choice?

And he was also worried about facing retaliation from the ruthless Pienne if he gave the wrong answer.

‘Just you wait and see if you don’t change your attitude. I won’t let you off the hook.’

Once he made up his mind, the answer was easy.

“Fine, let’s agree on the fool.”

…Hmm.

Saying it out loud made him feel strangely humiliated. Agreeing to be a fool.

It wasn’t a good look for a renowned thief.

As Ssangryeong shuddered from the wave of shame, Pienne suddenly burst out laughing.

The tight grip on his chin loosened, and Pienne’s laughter continued longer than expected. It was usually a fleeting chuckle.

The corners of his eyes crinkled beautifully, and a glimpse of his straight, white teeth caught Ssangryeong’s attention.

‘He can laugh like that? No, more importantly… why is he laughing?’

Just as question marks were popping up above his head, the man gently caressed his cheek.

“Good choice.”

Then, he patted Ssangryeong’s cheek affectionately. Ssangryeong felt goosebumps rising at the unexpectedly gentle touch.

“W-What on earth are you doing…?”

Ssangryeong tried to step back, but his waist was pulled closer, and his eyes widened in surprise.

The rough hands that usually manhandled him were gone.

The sweet, musky scent that filled his lungs seemed to numb his mind.

Feeling a strange sense of dissonance and a momentary surge of resistance, Ssangryeong tried to push against the man’s firm chest, but Pienne gently caught his slender wrist.

Pienne’s calloused palms, which usually felt uncomfortable, were tickling his skin today.

Ssangryeong’s eyes flickered nervously.

‘What’s this tactic now?’

This man had a remarkable talent for making him flustered.

Pienne’s smile had faded, but his expression wasn’t as cold and indifferent as usual.

“I’ll ask again.”

“…What?”

“Why did you come looking for me, Ssangryeong?”

Come to think of it, he hadn’t given a proper answer, having been caught off guard by Pienne’s strange behavior and trying to leave after making a vague excuse.

Remembering his purpose for coming here, while being pressed so close to Pienne’s body, made him feel a little awkward.

‘Well, how do I put this? I came here to jump you.’

He had already agreed to be a soft-hearted fool, having already swallowed his pride once. If he now admitted he came here wanting sex, the little pride he had left would be completely shattered.

Just as Ssangryeong was about to lie out of habit, his eyes widened.

As if there was no need for an answer, Pienne’s soft lips landed on his like the first snowfall.

Yes, just like the first snowfall.

The touch was so light it was barely perceptible, yet he knew they were definitely touching.

It was a first snowfall that tickled his heart just by its presence.

The gently placed lips pressed against his more fervently as the man pulled him closer by the nape of his neck. The lips, nibbling and caressing against his, felt like a kiss even without their tongues touching.

This was a kiss that could only exist between affectionate lovers, a kiss that should never exist between him and the Commander.

That’s how Ssangryeong defined it.

“Haa…”

Ssangryeong took the opportunity of their briefly parted lips to catch his breath. But Pienne didn’t give him the chance. The man, holding him close, buried his face in Ssangryeong’s slender neck.

“Ahh…”

Ssangryeong frowned. The nibbling and licking sensations was both painful and arousing.

Their lower bodies were pressed together, their hardened penises rubbed against each other through their clothes. This, too, sent a thrilling rush of blood to his head. The impulsive urge to just lose control and grab Pienne’s cock to stroke it pulsed through him.

You must be feeling it too.

The large, hardened shaft, throbbing with excitement, was surprisingly patient for its size.

Ssangryeong reached down with his free hand and grabbed Pienne’s cock.

“Ha…”

The man’s body twitched, and he pressed his forehead against Ssangryeong’s neck. The unfamiliar reaction from the usually stoic man amused Ssangryeong.

Ssangryeong slowly began to stroke Pienne’s penis through his pants. Feeling the man’s hot excitement against his neck, and the thrilling friction of Pienne’s hardening cock against his own, he felt a powerful surge of pleasure, as if he were masturbating.

The front of his underwear was already soaked with precum. His or Pienne’s, he didn’t know.

As Ssangryeong was indulging in the intense stimulation from this simple act,

“Fuck.”

Pienne, unable to hold back any longer, pushed Ssangryeong against the wall of the office. Ssangryeong’s eyes widened as the cold wall met his back.

Pienne had already unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Ssangryeong swallowed hard, looking at the thick cock that sprang free. He couldn’t forget the tight, painful pleasure he had felt when it was inside him.

The lust-driven man’s hand reached for Ssangryeong’s zipper and pulled it down. He grasped both their penises in his large hand.

“Haa…!”

Ssangryeong arched his back as Pienne rubbed their cocks together, the smooth friction sending shivers through him. The feeling of another person’s hand on him was incomparably more stimulating than masturbating alone.

Obscene sounds, inappropriate for an office, began to fill the room. The thudding sound of their cocks rubbing together, the sound of their bodies colliding, the sound of their hot, ragged breaths…

Ssangryeong trembled, unable to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth. Every time he was close to cumming, Pienne would slow his movements, driving him to the edge of madness.

Ssangryeong wrapped his arms around the man’s broad back and nuzzled his cheek against his shirt. The scent that enveloped him was intoxicating.

As Ssangryeong rubbed against Pienne’s chest, the man, breathing heavily, stared intently at his face. Ssangryeong’s flushed face seemed to be screaming for Pienne to fuck him.

“Damn it.”

Pienne muttered a low curse.

Then, he pulled Ssangryeong away and turned him around, making him lean against the wall.

“You should have said something.”

He roughly pulled Ssangryeong’s pants down completely. Spitting on his hand to lubricate it, he slid his long fingers into Ssangryeong’s ass.

“Hmm? Ssangryeong.”

His low voice tickled Ssangryeong’s ear.

Ssangryeong stiffened, anticipating pain. But, surprisingly, Pienne’s hand showed unusual patience and gentleness. His fingers slowly entered, gently stretching him, moving smoothly in and out.

As if this sex wasn’t driven by a specific purpose. The considerate touch made Ssangryeong’s head spin.

Was this it?

The different treatment Pienne had promised depending on his answer?

Ssangryeong didn’t feel much pain as Pienne added more fingers, from one to two, and then to three. He felt only a growing ache.

It was about time he put it in.

Was he finally going to fuck him now?

Pienne took his time, preparing Ssangryeong’s body. His long fingers occasionally brushed against sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure through him.

“Ugh, fuck…! Just put it in already!”

Unable to bear it any longer, Ssangryeong grabbed Pienne’s cock and tried to guide it into him. Pienne readily complied.

His fully erect penis thrust into him forcefully.

“Ah… Hngh.”

Ssangryeong felt a flash of light explode before his eyes. As if all the previous foreplay had been a test of his immense patience, Pienne continued his relentless thrusting.

He pounded into him mercilessly, occasionally slowing his movements, teasing him with gentle thrusts.

The office was filled with the Commander’s scent. The overwhelming fullness that stretched him to his limit, the firm muscles that pressed against him with every thrust, the messy kisses they shared as Pienne forced him to turn his head…

This felt different from their first time. Ssangryeong surrendered himself to the pleasure that coursed through his body.

“Ha! Ugh…”

Slap, slap!

A tingling sensation spread through his hands and feet, as if his blood had stopped circulating. Ssangryeong couldn’t help but moan as Pienne pounded into him.

Just then, a knock echoed from the Commander’s office door.

“Commander? Are you in there?”

Startled by the official’s distant voice, Ssangryeong tried to push Pienne away in a panic. Lost in lust, he had momentarily forgotten they were on a warship.

But Pienne only thrust deeper inside him.

“Hngh…! You crazy…bastard…!”

“Don’t worry. No one comes in without my permission.”

Except for you.

The low voice whispered in his ear. Goosebumps erupted on his skin, and his legs went weak.

Pienne’s strong arms caught Ssangryeong as he was about to collapse.