DE | Chapter 4.5

It was midnight. Gravel spat out under the tires in a noisy symphony. Joo Seonghyeok finally arrived at a pension. All the lights were off, and the only thing parked were a few black sedans.

The man carelessly parked and sighed deeply as he stepped out of the car. He pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, chewing the end before lighting it. He watched as Kotaro and Lee Yeonhong emerged from the back door.

Chattering in Japanese—wish I could understand. The Japanese Joo Seonghyeok knew, learned haphazardly because of Lee Kangpil, was limited to idiot(バカ) and bastard(ちくしょう).

Nonchalantly blowing smoke, he glanced around as Oh Hyeontaek began unloading items from the trunk.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a bag, Boss.”

“What’s in it, you moron.”

Instead of replying, Oh Hyeontaek opened the bag to show its contents—guns and sharp blades entangled, obviously dangerous items. Joo Seonghyeok slung the bag over his shoulder and entered the pension.

Soon after, the sound of cars parking could be heard behind them.

Entering deeper, a group of gangsters were seated together. Seeing Joo Seonghyeok arrive, they all got up and bowed their heads in place. Joo Seonghyeok slowly scanned them over. Clearly, their numbers had dwindled. It was indeed admirable that they were still alive.

“Hyeontaek, is this all?”

“Yes. It’s all, Boss.”

“Boss!”

A man standing taller shouted.

“What are we going to do now!”

“What do you mean, what are we going to do.”

“We’ve lost our places, and it looks like Lee Kangpil that bastard is going to take everything! We’re just sitting ducks, if we’d known this would happen…”

“If we’d known?”

The men next to him gasped. They slowly backed away from him. He seemed not to notice as he puffed up his cheeks and pulled out a knife. Lee Yeonhong and Oh Hyeontaek started to intervene, but Joo Seonghyeok extended an arm to stop them and stared down the man.

His clear eyeballs gleamed like a chilling mirror reflecting the man’s face.

For a moment, the man felt like he was standing not before a person but a giant, starving wolf. Fear surged through him. His lips quivered as he raised his head in fear. Joo Seonghyeok, without a tremor, simply watched him. The man strode forward, shouting as he swung his knife.

“If we’d known, we’d have sided with Lee Kangpil!”

Joo Seonghyeok swung the heavy bag, hitting the man’s hand. It felt like being struck with a blunt weapon; the man reflexively dropped the knife.

Simultaneously, weapons spilled from the now-open bag. Joo Seonghyeok snatched a knife from the air and plunged it into the center of the man’s forehead.

But it wasn’t over. A few of the disgruntled men rushed forward to grab the fallen weapons.

Joo Seonghyeok kicked the falling man’s heavy body away, stepped back, and, like playing soccer, flicked up a gun with his heel and caught it.

He then skewered the throat of another man rushing towards him. Blood bubbled and gurgled from the man’s neck as he fell, another reaching out his hand. Joo Seonghyeok quickly lowered his stance and uppercut the man in the chin.

“Ugh!”

Simultaneously, he swept his leg around, tripping another attacker. With an indifferent expression, Joo Seonghyeok stuffed the gun into the mouth of the trembling man on the ground. Suddenly, silence fell around them.

Joo Seonghyeok burst out laughing. The sight of these scared faces—he didn’t even want to bother with them anymore. The man without hesitation pulled the trigger of the gun. A head burst, brain matter oozing and crushed flesh sprawling before he slowly straightened up.

“Hey, guys.”

Joo Seonghyeok looked around slowly and spoke.

“Having complaints? I don’t care. Regretting not joining Lee Kangpil? Murmur amongst yourselves; I’m not interested. But…”

Joo Seonghyeok’s eyeballs shone chillingly.

“I can’t stand stupidity, okay?”

Blood and flesh smeared on the gun, he tapped it against his palm, standing tense in front of them. Some were pale with cold sweat, others trembled violently, and someone in the back was retching.

“Bleargh, blergh!”

“What’s our creed, huh? Let’s not live stupidly, right? Isn’t that it, pretty boy?”

“I’ve never seen Joo Seonghyeok set that rule.”

“Anyway, I’m really disappointed in you guys.”

Joo Seonghyeok hummed as he aimed the gun at anyone. Guess who, doctor. The contextless song leapt from the man’s lips and soon, a gun was pointed at another man’s forehead. His face turned deathly pale as he bit his lip, trembling. Joo Seonghyeok gestured for him to come forward.

“…Why, why do you do this…”

“Chair.”

Realizing what was expected, the man hurriedly knelt and bowed down before Joo Seonghyeok. Joo Seonghyeok calmly sat on the man while starting to sing again. This time, a somewhat gaunt man was caught.

“Cigarette.”

He hurriedly pulled a cigarette from his pocket and placed it in Joo Seonghyeok’s mouth. It wasn’t his usual Camel but a Marlboro, yet Joo Seonghyeok approved. He chewed on the end of the cigarette and finally chose the man who had been vomiting.

“Light.”

The man rummaged through his pockets but soon had a frustrated expression. No matter how much he shook his pants pockets, not even a matchstick came out. Joo Seonghyeok aimed at him with a silent face.

“That, that’s…”

“…”

“Where, I don’t know where it went…”

Bang! A bullet from a silencer-equipped pistol struck the center of the man’s forehead. Oh Hyeontaek bit his lip and ran forward, handing a lighter to Joo Seonghyeok.

Joo Seonghyeok looked up as if to say what are you doing. Even after the melee, Joo Seonghyeok’s body was spotless, not a drop of blood on him.

“Boss, we already lack men…”

“Hyeontaek, Oh Hyeontaek. Do I really have to tell you everything, you fucking idiot? Did you think I considered you only worth the piss drops splashing while I piss and shake my dick? Didn’t you properly train these guys?”

“Sorry, Boss.”

“You fucking idiots, if you don’t want to die, listen to me. From now on, this kid…”

Joo Seonghyeok gestured towards Kotaro. The child’s eyes were covered by Lee Yeonhong, but his ears were not blocked, so he trembled, pale with fear.

“Your role is to act as nannies. Got it?”

“Yes, y-yes…”

“Aren’t you going to answer loudly, you dicks?”

“Yes!”

Joo Seonghyeok leisurely smoked his cigarette and flicked his hand at Lee Yeonhong. Lee Yeonhong obediently stood before him.

“Ah, do.”

“Ah.”

Joo Seonghyeok dumped the cigarette into Lee Yeonhong’s mouth and rose from his spot, wrapping his arm around the man’s waist as they moved forward. The smell of burning flesh wafted in the air. No one dared to follow them.

Joo Seonghyeok entered any room in the pension. Once inside, he pushed Lee Yeonhong against the wall and kissed him. Rubbing his stiffly erect dick over the clothes, he devoured the man’s lips voraciously.

His tongue lasciviously protruded, licking Lee Yeonhong’s tightly closed lips, then he immediately slapped his cheek when he didn’t open his mouth. Lee Yeonhong’s head turned to the side.

He looked up at Joo Seonghyeok and said, “There’s still cigarette ash in my mouth…”

“Don’t care, open up, pretty boy.”

Lee Yeonhong opened his mouth reluctantly. Joo Seonghyeok dove right in, grimacing at the bitter taste of cigarette ash then lushly swept his tongue across it. He stroked Lee Yeonhong’s palate for a long while, then fondled his earlobe.

Joo Seonghyeok’s dick was so erect he could barely attend to anything else.

“Joo Seonghyeok, um…”

Joo Seonghyeok undressed Lee Yeonhong, one piece at a time, reveling in his sculpted body. He licked the protruding collarbone and slowly stroked up from the waist, scratching the leaner flesh with his nails.

Lee Yeonhong, pushed up against the wall, was catching his breath when he forcefully grabbed Joo Seonghyeok’s hair.

“Keuh…”

“I know you’ve been in heat not just today or yesterday.”

“Let go, you fucking asshole!”

“You should learn to behave nicely too. What am I supposed to do if you’re the only one acting pretty?”

Lee Yeonhong dragged Joo Seonghyeok by the hair towards the bed. Joo Seonghyeok cursed, threatening to disembowel Lee Yeonhong, but the man didn’t care.

After placing him on the bed, Lee Yeonhong sat between the man’s legs, huffing with an angry face. Soon, he was sucking on the fabric over Joo Seonghyeok’s erection.

“…Haah.”

The act of sucking on the groin through the pants was, in a way, deceitful. Ignoring Joo Seonghyeok’s desires while imposing his own. Yet, having just murdered, Joo Seonghyeok was excited enough to find it satisfying.

He leaned his head back, resting his hands behind him, exhaling heavily.

“I’ll be sucking on Joo Seonghyeok’s body from now on. What should you do?”

“What should I do, you fucking bitch…”

“You should say thank you. Got it?”

Joo Seonghyeok looked down at Lee Yeonhong in disbelief, but the beautiful man with purple eyes was merely unfastening Joo Seonghyeok’s buckle.

Slowly guiding him to lower his pants, he kept the wet center in sight, leaving the pants around his calves, and started licking from the knees.

Joo Seonghyeok’s knees had a reddish hue compared to his pale skin and were unusually bruised. Lee Yeonhong kissed each bruise lovingly, rubbing them. Joo Seonghyeok was embarrassed by this blatantly affectionate act.

“You fucking bastard, what are you doing!”

However, Lee Yeonhong didn’t budge. Rather, it felt like Joo Seonghyeok had kicked a solid rock. Ignoring Joo Seonghyeok, Lee Yeonhong gently bit and then soothed the knee with his soft tongue.

Gradually, he moved inward toward the thighs, licking near the groin strained by the underwear. Joo Seonghyeok trembled.

Inside, the plump perineum and vulva were hidden, exuding a lewd smell. The scent of a female, of wanting to bear a child, wafted strongly from the leaking vulva juice, making Lee Yeonhong’s mouth water.

He pressed his lips against the underwear, dabbing at the bulging dick. Joo Seonghyeok, with a flushed face, covered his own face as he looked down at Lee Yeonhong.

“Fuck, really, what are you doing…”

“I think Joo Seonghyeok needs to learn some patience.”

Joo Seonghyeok was stunned. What? Patience? Who’s the fucker who’s been ramming around, and now talking about patience?

Rather, it was Lee Yeonhong who should develop patience, always thrusting his dick forward; it’s been hard on him, yet what right had he to talk about patience?

Yet, the sound from Joo Seonghyeok’s mouth was not curses but moans. Lee Yeonhong, relentlessly licking and sucking until the underwear was soaked through, turned the white fabric gray before slowly rising.

Joo Seonghyeok, with eyes drenched in excitement, stared blankly at Lee Yeonhong, drooling. Even a slight touch would make him come now, but cruelly, he wasn’t touched.

Instead, Lee Yeonhong slowly unbuttoned Joo Seonghyeok’s shirt.

The exposed chest was perfectly contoured with both nipples bulging out. It was almost funny that one nipple had a piercing. Joo Seonghyeok, however, was more desperate to climax, shaking his hips restlessly. Lee Yeonhong smiled, lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Joo Seonghyeok, can you come just from your tits?”