DE | Chapter 1.5

Joo Seonghyeok, with a burger and cola in each hand, could only kick and scream in resistance. Normally, that would have been enough to fend someone off, but unfortunately, Lee Yeonhong was anything but normal.

Unfazed even after getting hit on the shoulder with a shoe heel, he charged at Joo Seonghyeok, practically pinning him down and savagely groping his chest. His huge hands twisted around the massive rib cage.

“Kuk…!” The man, clad only in a shirt, was vulnerable to external stimuli. Joo Seonghyeok, sensitive as he was in the chest, found his body stiffening the moment it was grasped, the flesh so soft and large that even without seeing them, one could tell his nipples were thick and pink, albeit one being inverted.

Feeling this through the shirt, Lee Yeonhong’s fingers deftly moved. Pressing a thumb against a nipple and sliding over it, Joo Seonghyeok’s body jerked violently. He bit his lower lip, bursting out in protest.

“Fuck, won’t you come off?”

“You like it, don’t you? Right now.”

Lee Yeonhong, looking at Joo Seonghyok’s swollen groin, spoke calmly, sure enough that fluids were dripping below. Precum would be wetting his underwear for sure. Mixing precum with pussy juice—what would that taste like? Lee Yeonhong wondered nonchalantly, slipping a hand inside Joo Seonghyeok’s clothes.

As a hot hand smoothly ascended up the abs, Joo Seonghyeok twisted his body, attempting to pour cola over Lee Yeonhong’s head, but instead scratched his inverted nipple. His head hit the car window with a thud.

“Uhng…!” The car was a mess from Joo Seonghyeok’s long legs stretching out. Despite his height, one knee was bent, yet he filled the space substantially. Lee Yeonhong wriggled in between, scraping at one nipple while teasing the other with his other hand over the shirt.

Gritting his teeth, Joo Seonghyeok trembled, panting with a face flushed from the heat. He wanted to strip and have his pussy licked right then. Holding onto the burger and cola, his hands trembled from the effort to resist.

Joo Seonghyeok didn’t want to dirty his new car. That was why he was barely managing to hold onto his half-eaten burger. He had already been scolded by Oh Hyeontaek for getting blood everywhere; he couldn’t afford another scolding. But it was inevitable to leave footprints on the ceiling of the car given how large he was. Lee Yeonhong knew this too. It was easy to devour a man who couldn’t move an inch.

“This nipple seems like it needs to be sucked to come out.”

“What, what are you sucking?”

As if in disbelief, Joo Seonghyeok responded with a horrified face, but Lee Yeonhong was serene. He buried his face in Joo Seonghyeok’s chest, lightly biting the nipple through the shirt, his actions playful as Joo Seonghyeok’s breath remained unsteady, growing heavier. It was like he was on drugs, getting more excited, his shirt hem soaking wet with pussy juice.

Lee Yeonhong was a walking pheromone. Contact with him was like inhaling drugs. Joo Seonghyeok realized this too late, but nothing changed; he had already surrendered his body. With a flat palm, he vigorously rubbed the pussy below his groin, Joo Seonghyeok letting out a sweet moan as he shook his head.

“Joo Seonghyeok, your pussy is so springy.”

Just touching his chest made him leak so much; it was truly tempting. Lee Yeonhong unbuttoned Joo Seonghyeok’s shirt. Joo Seonghyeok, awkwardly holding his hands up, worried about the cola spilling. As the shirt came off, what was revealed was a body full of scars. Deeply etched into the white skin, Lee Yeonhong stared as if imprinting them in his mind, then greedily sucked on the pinkish chest.

“Hik…! Eung!”

As he sucked on the plump flesh, Joo Seonghyeok floundered like a fish speared on a harpoon. It was a natural response, his first time experiencing his nipples being sucked. But the strange sensation was short-lived, soon replaced by the pleasure that made him grimace.

Joo Seonghyeok, at thirty-two, had never thought a man could feel pleasure from having his nipples sucked, despite being so sensitive. Lee Yeonhong licked around the nipple with his red tongue, teasing but not touching the peak, then buried his tongue into the inverted nipple, sucking hard and trying to coax out the hidden nipple.

The nipple squished under his tongue, rolled around, and Joo Seonghyeok clenched his teeth, his body shaking violently. His stiff dick seemed like it could tear through his pants. Not just that, as Lee Yeonhong sucked on the man’s nipples and rubbed his pussy from the clit to the wrinkled flesh, it was impossible to stay sane. The hole kept twitching, as if it was about to ejaculate any moment. He inadvertently snorted.

“Huh, uh…!”

This bastard, having said he’d hate being sucked off, was now eagerly doing it, and Joo Seonghyeok couldn’t stand it. But fuck, Lee Yeonhong’s tongue, whether on pussy or nipples, sent a hot, throbbing sensation up his gut, driving him mad. Unknowingly, Joo Seonghyeok pushed his chest forward, looking down at Lee Yeonhong who was flicking his nipple with his tongue.

Damn monster.

Despite Joo Seonghyeok muttering this, Lee Yeonhong just smiled broadly, his smile deliberate.

“Huh, ah, ah…!”

The moans escaping as he thrust his chest out were magnificent. The excited groin was heavily erect, rubbing against Lee Yeonhong’s body, as if steam might rise. Seeing Lee Yeonhong’s face made him feel like he was committing a vile act.

Joo Seonghyeok didn’t notice the burger crumbling in his grip from too much force. The front of his shirt was finally deeply stained. The sticky pussy juice kept oozing out. The semen was moving down, reaching Joo Seonghyeok’s pussy. Mixed with the pussy juice, the car was filled with a lewd smell.

Lee Yeonhong whispered, rubbing his face against the nipple.

“When a female seduces a male, it emits a pheromone scent.”

“Uh, ha, hah…”

“Joo Seonghyeok, you’re so wet here.”

Pressing a finger against the perineum, the man jolted. Lee Yeonhong, unfazed, continued to suck on the nipple, trying to coax out the inverted one. The plump, pinkish nipple struggled under his tongue before finally popping out, shocking Joo Seonghyeok into a numb sensation all over his body. He twitched his toes and drooled, the absurdity of still clutching the cola and burger in his hands making him chuckle.

His eyes, slit without double eyelids, reddened. As his lips parted, the overtly visible mucous membranes inside were obscene. Saliva pooled on his tongue and dropped.

“Am I doing well…?”

Lee Yeonhong asked in a sly voice, and Joo Seonghyeok, without realizing, nodded. Neither the rapist in human guise, Lee Yeonhong, nor Joo Seonghyeok, who was playing along, was in their right mind. Lee Yeonhong spread Joo Seonghyeok’s pants aside, rubbing the huge, soaked dick against his cheek, murmuring shyly as he licked it.

“Then praise me.”

“What, what?”

“Say I did well.”

“Dammit…”

“Emotional connection is important, Joo Seonghyeok.”

“Important?”

Joo Seonghyeok snorted and finally poured the cola over Lee Yeonhong’s head.

The sticky sugary water seeped into the clothes, making the man shiver. Joo Seonghyeok burst out laughing, looking at the man shrunk like a rat in muddy water, and licked the wet car seat and his wet lower half.

“See, you’re turned on, so why the fuss, so…”

Suddenly, Lee Yeonhong snatched the burger from Joo Seonghyeok’s hand and forcefully stuffed it into his mouth. The large body flailed dramatically as it choked.

But Lee Yeonhong, apparently uncaring, simply aimed to cram the half-eaten burger into the man’s mouth. His face was devoid of smiles. Eventually, Joo Seonghyeok, unable to properly resist, swallowed the burger forced down his throat.

After barely managing to eat it, Lee Yeonhong whispered softly.

“Now we can share an understanding.”

“Shit, fucking hell…”

“Please pat my head.”

With that, Lee Yeonhong collapsed into the limp arms of Joo Seonghyeok, who exploded.

“Are you crazy? Would you pat if you were me? This fucking bitch is out of his mind, fuck!”

Joo Seonghyeok, already displeased by the sticky cola-drenched head being thrust at him, recoiled further back. He kicked the clinging man away and straightened his clothes. Lee Yeonhong, dripping cola, quietly sat back down. Meanwhile, the driver returned.

“Um, did you two have a fight?”

“Shut up and drive.”

With an irritated expression, Joo Seonghyeok flicked his hand. The driver immediately shut up and started driving. Their destination was the police station.

“Detective Song Heemin, how are you?”

“What?”

“May I use the bathroom?”

Joo Seonghyeok greeted Song Heemin cheekily and then dragged Lee Yeonhong by the hair into the bathroom. He turned on the cold water and shoved Lee Yeonhong’s head under the faucet in the sink.

“Ah, it hurts, wait a minute,” the man squirmed, but Joo Seonghyeok didn’t pay him any mind, thoroughly soaking his hair and scrubbing out the cola. Lee Yeonhong’s slender nape was visible, his skin so pale it hardly seemed masculine. Joo Seonghyeok meticulously rinsed the man’s face, rubbing off the sticky cola.

“Idiot… Connection? Bullshit. How can I connect with a monster like you?”

“My clothes are sticky too.”

“Endure it, pretty boy. What’s the matter with you? This is why I feel like your nanny.”

“Do nannies in Korea also mate?”

“Is my definition of nanny different?” Lee Yeonhong asked naturally, gazing into Joo Seonghyeok’s eyes. Joo Seonghyeok’s eyes narrowed, clearly displeased. Lee Yeonhong thought the man expressed himself too outwardly.

As soon as they left the bathroom, they could hear Song Heemin’s sarcastic remarks.

“Joo Seonghyeok, quite successful, aren’t we? Eh? Can’t even greet properly.”

“Do I have to bow down to use the bathroom?”

“And who’s that? Some kid? A foreigner?”

“No way.”

Joo Seonghyeok chuckled as he lit a cigarette, commenting if this was a high school student he’d be damned. Lee Yeonhong, unsure of what to do, awkwardly stood behind Joo Seonghyeok. Song Heemin still looked at him as if he was a curiosity.

“Thinking of starting a talent agency?”

“Maybe? Hey, pretty boy, dance.”

They were at the police station. People bustled around, busy with urgent calls. They all were cops, yet no one intervened. Partly because Joo Seonghyeok was well-known there, but also because of Lee Yeonhong’s face. The Lee Yeonhong that Joo Seonghyeok brought looked so stunning and dazzling, he could pass as a celebrity.

His flawless skin glowed with a soft pink hue, and his purple eyes looked like artificially carved jewels. His heavy double eyelids blinked, fluttering his thick eyelashes, alive like sunshine.

“Dance, you say?”

“Yeah, dance.”

Joo Seonghyeok spoke indifferently, knowing well what lay inside that pretty face. Lee Yeonhong bit his lip, seeming troubled.

“I only know how to waltz.”

“What the hell… Alright, how about singing?”

Joo Seonghyeok was now enjoying making Lee Yeonhong uncomfortable. He leaned back in the chair and looked up at him. Lee Yeonhong blinked.

His voice was sticky. Joo Seonghyeok had never heard it before, but he could tell it was some kind of lullaby. The police station fell silent, and Song Heemin watched Lee Yeonhong with a serious expression.

“Really starting a talent agency?”

“No way… Why can you sing so well?”

Joo Seonghyeok was incredulous. It was embarrassing that Lee Yeonhong sang so well without reason. Lee Yeonhong smiled shyly and clasped his hands.

“I used to do busking.”

How long ago was Lee Yeonhong’s “past”? Could that even be considered busking? One of Joo Seonghyeok’s eyebrows twitched. He wasn’t pleased with the showing off.

“A man singing…”

“Joo Seonghyeok, what kind of talk is that in these times? He’s pretty and sings well, what are you really doing with him?”

Song Heemin handed a mixed coffee to Joo Seonghyeok as he spoke. He took it and responded flatly.

“Well…”

He couldn’t just say he was carrying him around to sleep with him. He just sipped the coffee while looking up at Lee Yeonhong’s shy expression. That half-and-half smile was truly saintly. Only Joo Seonghyeok knew what lay beneath that facade, stirring a peculiar sense of possession.

“Say thank you to the detective.”

“Thank you?”

Song Heemin burst into laughter.

“Why would you make him say that?”

“Get to know this face; he’ll be drinking coffee here often. This is Detective Song Heemin, the prettiest here.”

“Your flattery is pretty slick.”

Song Heemin was incredulous but still seemed amused. Lee Yeonhong asked curiously.

“Isn’t Joo Seonghyeok a criminal? Why are you friendly with the police?”

“This kid, who’s a criminal? Have I killed someone, done something? I’m a legitimate citizen too, you know.”

Joo Seonghyeok reclined in his chair with disbelief. The chairs were quite small for a man over 190 cm tall. No matter how one looked at it, his pose didn’t seem to fit in a police station. A legitimate citizen? Even a passing dog would laugh.

“That’s right. Our Joo Seonghyeok is a citizen.”

“So when will you find that evidence?”

“It’s not like we don’t want to find it…”

Song Heemin sipped his coffee nonchalantly.

“It’s funny you guys even ask for police help, really. Who else but Joo Seonghyeok?”

“I’m in a hurry. It’s been three months already. I wouldn’t have come here if it weren’t for Lee Kangpil’s words.”

“What’s the relationship between you three with this Lee Kangpil?”

Lee Yeonhong blinked as he asked. Song Heemin looked at him with interest.