EMP Chapter 16

Kwon Jiwook’s dark eyes, filled with a mix of emotions, trembled slightly as they fixed on Park Juyeon. Within those eyes were fear, confusion, and a lingering anger tinged with regret. This was likely because Park Juyeon had brought up past events again. However, these emotions would not manifest in actions.

Lately, Kwon Jiwook had been unusually obedient and compliant, never rebelling. This was because he had accepted his situation and was living accordingly. In this way, he had changed over a period that was neither short nor long.

Looking back, it wasn’t just Kwon Jiwook who had changed. Park Juyeon had also gradually transformed. Park Juyeon watched Kwon Jiwook, who was still at a loss, gazing at his beautiful face. Soon, Park Juyeon hooked his finger into the only collar around Kwon Jiwook’s naked body and pulled him closer. He sighed and said to Kwon Jiwook,

“…I feel sorry for you now. I pity you.”

After much thought, Park Juyeon attributed his diluted emotions to sympathy.

* * *

The phone, which had been quietly sitting in the drawer, was already dead from a drained battery. Kwon Jiwook tried to turn it on several times, but it wouldn’t power up, so he searched for a charger. When he asked where it was, Park Juyeon told him to find it himself. Kwon Jiwook couldn’t help but think, as he often did, how someone with such a pretty face could be so infuriating.

Kwon Jiwook had no choice but to stagger around the house looking for the charger. Park Juyeon lay on the sofa, fiddling with his phone. Kwon Jiwook watched him intently, and when their eyes met, he panicked and hurried into the bedroom.

The room he ended up in was the one he had first seen when he came to this place. Back then, everything seemed dirty and horrible, but now it looked so clean and sophisticated. The house had always been luxurious, but the place where he had been staying was dark, windowless, and gloomy, filled only with items for play. This was a classic case of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

The charger was on the desk. He connected it and plugged the adapter into the outlet. The previously unresponsive phone lit up. Kwon Jiwook performed the series of actions as if they were predetermined. Why was that? He was happy to get his phone back, but now that it was in his hand, he felt no excitement.

Kwon Jiwook had been curious about what was happening in the world without him. He wanted to rush out and socialize with his old friends, drinking and having fun like before. Even now, he didn’t completely lack that desire, but with his most pressing issue resolved, his mind felt blank, as if the wind had been taken out of his sails.

“…”

In truth, this situation was okay. Being confined to the room was suffocating, but now that he could move around the house, things were much better. Even though he questioned his identity every night as he spread his legs for Park Juyeon, he could endure it as long as only Park Juyeon saw him this way. Sometimes, when Park Juyeon treated him sadistically, his body ached, and it was painful and miserable, but the pleasure that followed was overwhelming.

“What am I thinking… Am I crazy…”

Kwon Jiwook rubbed his face and groaned. Now that he had his phone back, he should at least check his most important contacts. Even if they had tried to reach him or not, it didn’t matter to him.

Then he wondered, was there anyone who cared about him like that? Was there anyone who thought of him regularly?

He doubted there was such a person, and he wasn’t sure if he had any close friends with whom he shared a deep bond. He couldn’t remember his supposedly wild middle school days, and he had lost touch with most of his high school friends after returning from the military. His college friends were just drinking buddies.

In essence, this meant that Kwon Jiwook had many business-like relationships. There was no one close enough to worry about his life or death, given his reckless lifestyle. As for Kim Suhyeok… he likely disliked Kwon Jiwook more than he liked him.

Up until now, no one had hated and despised Kwon Jiwook as much as Park Juyeon. Actually, there might have been others who felt that way, but most of them were not stronger than Kwon Jiwook, so they couldn’t express it openly. Park Juyeon was the first to drag him down to the bottom like this.

Kwon Jiwook realized that he wasn’t such a great person. He was someone who could easily be hated, and because of that, he could end up in such a miserable state. This was a thought he would never have entertained in the past when he was arrogant and thought he was the center of the world.

The jumbled thoughts in his mind began to organize themselves. He felt calmer but also somewhat depressed. Being alone made his body and mind feel listless, so Kwon Jiwook hurriedly turned on his phone and tried to leave the room. As he looked around one last time, he noticed a full-length mirror on one wall and stopped.

Kwon Jiwook approached the mirror as if drawn to it and looked at his reflection.

“…”

He felt a sudden lump in his throat. There wasn’t a single part of his body without bruises. Especially his chest, which was covered in welts, looked like it had been bitten by a swarm of insects. His neck, which was likely the most damaged, was at least partially covered by the collar. He couldn’t believe there was no unblemished part of him.

Even though not much time had passed, he looked very different from his past self. His reflection in the mirror looked so haggard that Kwon Jiwook just laughed.

Kwon Jiwook turned slightly to check his back. There were bruises on his buttocks from being grabbed the night before. No wonder it stung when he sat or walked. He should have known from the way Park Juyeon gripped and thrust into him. Park Juyeon had a strong grip, so whenever the acts were intense, his body would be covered in bruises. Even if they weren’t severe, the marks would accumulate.

It would take at least a week for the bruises to fade. Just as Kwon Jiwook sighed and was about to leave, the connected phone vibrated briefly.

“…?”

Kwon Jiwook paused and walked back to the desk, slowly unlocking his phone.

‘Don’t switch to silent mode.’

Remembering the conversation from just twenty minutes ago, Kwon Jiwook changed the phone from vibrate to sound, even though no one was watching. Only then did he check the notifications. Finally, his mind was at ease.

Listening carefully, he heard the delivery person had already arrived. He heard the front door open, the sound of conversation, the door closing again, and the rustling of plastic bags. …Come to think of it, checking notifications alone wasn’t a crime. Kwon Jiwook handled his phone as calmly as possible. He planned to tell Park Juyeon everything anyway.

There were more notifications than he expected, but most were trivial messages asking why he wasn’t coming to drinks or what he was up to. Even those had stopped about a month ago. Recently, there had been almost no contact. His assumption that no one cared about his situation was correct.

Except for one person.

“Kim Suhyeok…”

He silently mouthed the familiar yet unfamiliar name. The person he least expected to contact him had reached out.

Next to Kim Suhyeok’s name, the notification badge was full. He had been sending messages consistently, even as recently as yesterday. While others had only one or two missed calls or messages, Kim Suhyeok had sent over twenty. Kwon Jiwook stared at his phone, wondering what this meant.

Kwon Jiwook’s thumb trembled slightly as he hovered over the screen. Why was he nervous about this? He hadn’t cared just moments ago. Kwon Jiwook found his own reaction amusing and forced a smile.

“Why are you taking so long to plug in the charger?”

“…!”

Just as Kwon Jiwook was about to open the pile of messages, Park Juyeon’s voice sounded close by. Startled, Kwon Jiwook visibly flinched and hurriedly locked his phone.

Park Juyeon, with his arms crossed, leaned against the doorframe and stared intently at Kwon Jiwook. His eyes narrowed slightly as he muttered, “I thought I heard a vibration. Must have been my imagination.” Kwon Jiwook closed his mouth tightly and straightened his posture.

Standing stiffly and awkwardly avoiding Park Juyeon’s gaze, Kwon Jiwook looked suspicious to anyone. Park Juyeon just smiled slightly. He knew he would find out eventually. If Kwon Jiwook lied later, he could deal with it then.

“Come out quickly. The chicken is here. You like meat, right?”

“…”

Kwon Jiwook nodded silently a couple of times. His heart was pounding. Taking a deep breath, he carefully stepped over the threshold where Park Juyeon was standing. Park Juyeon’s gaze shifted from Kwon Jiwook’s hurried back to the phone on the desk.

Even without Kwon Jiwook saying anything, Park Juyeon had an idea who the messages were from. …Or was it just his imagination? Park Juyeon shrugged and slowly followed Kwon Jiwook to the living room.

Park Juyeon was quick. The food had just been delivered, but he had already laid it out on the table with plates and chopsticks. Maybe Kwon Jiwook had been lost in thought for that long.

Smelling the food, Kwon Jiwook finally felt the hunger he had been ignoring. He stood still for a moment, and Park Juyeon, who had already sat down, offered him the seat across from him. Only then did Kwon Jiwook walk over and sit down.

“Aren’t you hungry? Eat quickly.”

“Uh, yeah… okay. Thanks.”

“Why the sudden politeness? It’s so unusual.”

Right on cue, Kwon Jiwook’s stomach growled. Park Juyeon burst out laughing at the cute sound.

“Hahaha, oh… You were pretending not to be hungry, but you were starving.”

“No! …I haven’t eaten since I woke up, so of course I’m hungry.”

“You’re really funny. We’ve seen each other at our worst, but why do you always surprise me? Huh?”

Park Juyeon added, “You have a surprisingly cute side, even though you don’t look it.” Still smiling, he placed a chicken leg on Kwon Jiwook’s plate. Kwon Jiwook, looking embarrassed, picked up the chicken piece and started chewing. Then, Park Juyeon said something unexpected.

“But aside from your cute side, you should start wearing clothes from now on.”

“Clothes? You mean clothes?”

“No. You. You’re not wearing anything and touching your stomach like that. It’s fucking sexy.”

“Ugh.”

Kwon Jiwook choked on his food and had to cover his mouth, coughing repeatedly. Park Juyeon blinked, then poured water and cola, placing both in front of him. Kwon Jiwook chose the water. After gulping it down, he finally calmed himself and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“…Phew. What do you mean by ‘sexy’?”

“Isn’t it sexy? Don’t you know? You always touch your lower belly during sex.”

“I do?”

“Yes. When I ask why, you say it’s because my dick reaches there, and it scares you…”

“…Please…”

Kwon Jiwook wondered if they really needed to have this conversation during a meal. During sex, he was usually in a daze, focused solely on the sensations below, so he couldn’t tell if he had actually said that or if Park Juyeon was just teasing him.

Park Juyeon, who had been enjoying teasing Kwon Jiwook, chuckled and casually said,

“Anyway, there’s a shirt you don’t wear. Just put that on for now.”

“You never cared before,” Kwon Jiwook muttered as he finished eating a chicken leg. The topic wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t enough to ruin his appetite.

“The situation is different now. When you were in there, I just left you naked to fuck you. Why would I bother dressing you?”

“And now?”

“Even now, if you walk around like that, I’ll end up fucking you every day in the living room like a dog. I’m trying to restrain myself.”

“…I see…”

Kwon Jiwook gave up. A sigh escaped his lips, weak and resigned. From head to toe, he was becoming more and more like Park Juyeon’s property. He felt like he had truly become Park Juyeon’s pet.

Actually, what was really on Kwon Jiwook’s mind wasn’t something as simple as clothes. He was wondering whether to mention the messages from Kim Suhyeok. The thought made the chicken, which had been going down smoothly, feel strange in his throat.

Noticing Kwon Jiwook’s distracted eating, Park Juyeon leaned in closer, perhaps sensing that he was about to speak.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Huh? Yeah?”

“You’re eating so slowly. You look uncomfortable. Does it not taste good?”

“No. It’s good.”

Kwon Jiwook felt deeply uncomfortable. Even though he hadn’t lied, he felt as if he had. He couldn’t tell if it was guilt or something else. This must be what they call a guilty conscience, he thought.

The image of Park Juyeon saying, ‘I’ll check all the messages anyway,’ vividly came to mind. It hadn’t even been an hour, so it was natural. Feeling like he couldn’t keep it a secret forever, Kwon Jiwook finally spoke up.

“I got a message earlier.”

“From who?”

“Just some friends.”

“What did they say?”

“I haven’t read it yet.”

This was a bit unexpected. Park Juyeon raised an eyebrow. He had assumed Kwon Jiwook would have checked the messages. As he blinked, Kwon Jiwook added sheepishly,

“Why are you looking at me like that? I was about to read it, but you called me, so I didn’t. You said you’d check it anyway.”

“But you seemed too surprised earlier. Were you just startled by me, or were you tense because you got a message from someone unexpected?”

“Unexpected like who?”

“Someone you wouldn’t expect to contact you suddenly, like they had something urgent to say.”

To others, Kim Suhyeok might not seem like that kind of person, but to Kwon Jiwook, he was. Kim Suhyeok was the type to show off being with Kwon Jiwook while feeling anxious himself. Kwon Jiwook’s existence could be a burden to him.

“If it’s someone unexpected, then yes, it is. Kim Suhyeok contacted me.”

“…Really?”

Park Juyeon had expected Kim Suhyeok’s name to come up, but he didn’t think he would fall into the ‘unexpected’ category. He had assumed Kim Suhyeok would naturally be curious about Kwon Jiwook’s whereabouts. After all, Kim Suhyeok had a special interest in Kwon Jiwook. Park Juyeon clicked his tongue. He must not have shown his feelings much.

For a long time, whenever Kim Suhyeok saw Park Juyeon, he would give him a complicated look. The initial infatuated expression was long gone. Now, he would often seem frightened just by making eye contact. It started when Park Juyeon sent Kim Suhyeok a naked photo of Kwon Jiwook.

Park Juyeon thought Kim Suhyeok would stay scared, but he had some courage after all. After some time, Kim Suhyeok started asking Park Juyeon about Kwon Jiwook’s well-being and occasionally even asked openly what their relationship was. He seemed worried about the consequences, only talking in public places.

Park Juyeon would feign ignorance about his relationship with Kwon Jiwook. But Kim Suhyeok didn’t seem convinced. Given what Park Juyeon had done, it was understandable.

‘Juyeon, why did you come alone?’

‘Huh?’

‘Didn’t you bring Kwon Jiwook?’

‘…Why are you asking me that?’

Especially at the company dinner the other day, Kim Suhyeok sat right next to him and asked all sorts of questions. Park Juyeon had to suppress his annoyance. Kim Suhyeok’s usual upturned eyes and casual ‘Really?’ laugh were particularly irritating. After that, Park Juyeon barely spoke to Kim Suhyeok, ignoring him completely.

“What did he say?”

“I told you, I haven’t read it yet. Why don’t you trust me? It’s true.”

Kwon Jiwook’s voice rose in protest.

“Okay. But you know you can delete text messages and call history, right?”

“I won’t delete it. If I delete it and you find out… If you find out…”

Kwon Jiwook wanted to keep his promise to Park Juyeon as much as possible. It made him feel much more at ease. He had learned the hard way what happened when he ignored Park Juyeon and tried to leave the house. He didn’t want to mention the worst outcome.

“If you hadn’t told me until the end, you would have been in big trouble.”

“…”

“It’s a compliment. You’re finally doing things that please me.”

Park Juyeon smiled innocently, as if to show off. After that, there wasn’t much conversation. Park Juyeon occasionally asked if the food was good, and Kwon Jiwook gave vague responses.

Coming out to the living room was good, but Kwon Jiwook felt uncomfortable, as if he were sitting on pins and needles. Park Juyeon’s gaze was piercing. Why did he feel this way? Was it because of Kim Suhyeok, whose name alone made Park Juyeon tense? Or did he say something wrong? The pieces of meat going down his throat felt like stones.

The meal ended quickly. Two grown men were hungry, and there wasn’t much food left, so they finished eating in less than 20 minutes.

Park Juyeon’s thoughts were inscrutable. During the meal and even while brushing his teeth, he stared fiercely into space, making Kwon Jiwook wonder if he was having a mental breakdown. Frightened, Kwon Jiwook led Park Juyeon into the room.

“But, hey…”

“What?”

“…This is a bit too much, don’t you think?”

Kwon Jiwook wanted to push away Park Juyeon’s head as he looked over his shoulder at the phone screen. There probably wasn’t any significant content, but even if he had nothing to hide, it felt uncomfortable to have his privacy (though it was strange to bring up privacy now) exposed to someone else.

As Kwon Jiwook stared at him, Park Juyeon snatched the phone from his hand and started fiddling with it.

“I don’t think you’re the type to be embarrassed by porn. You’ve done worse with me.”

“I don’t have that kind of stuff on my phone.”

[Hey, Kwon Jiwook]

[What are you doing]

[What are you doing]

[Why aren’t you replying]

[Nothing much]

[Hey]

[Hey]

…

…

Park Juyeon’s smooth fingers slid across the screen, scrolling through the messages. Compared to Park Juyeon’s heightened concern, Kim Suhyeok’s messages were quite bland. They were just checking if Kwon Jiwook was okay, where he was, and if anything was wrong, sent daily or every other day.

“…”

Kwon Jiwook was also watching. He couldn’t understand why Kim Suhyeok was so urgently trying to find him for a whole month. Kim Suhyeok knew nothing about his situation and shouldn’t know.

Park Juyeon meticulously went through all the text messages, not just those from Kim Suhyeok. If there were missed call records, he asked who they were from, and if Kwon Jiwook said they weren’t important, Park Juyeon would even delete the contact. Kwon Jiwook’s face would stiffen for a moment each time this happened. Noticing the slight change, one of Park Juyeon’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Even if it was trivial, Park Juyeon was now meddling with his relationships. Unable to express his discomfort, Kwon Jiwook pressed his lips together and watched Park Juyeon’s actions. When their eyes met, Park Juyeon smirked and tilted his head.

“You look unhappy. I can tell from your expression.”

“…”

“No answer?”

“…No.”

“That’s not true, is it?”

Had he given himself away? Was his poor expression control the reason Park Juyeon was smiling so twistedly? Kwon Jiwook felt a chill run down his spine, and his hands grew clammy with sweat.

Ignoring Kwon Jiwook’s frozen state, Park Juyeon placed the phone on the desk. Then he sat on the bed, sighed, and patted his knee. Kwon Jiwook mechanically approached and awkwardly sat on Park Juyeon’s lap. Park Juyeon immediately wrapped his arms around Kwon Jiwook’s waist and pulled him close. Kwon Jiwook’s naked body was tense.

“Tell me. What bothered you so much?”

“No, really, it’s nothing.”

“Do you hate it when I handle your phone freely?”

“No, …um…”

Park Juyeon, still holding Kwon Jiwook’s waist, pressed his lips to his exposed back. This wasn’t an attempt to soothe Kwon Jiwook’s feelings; rather, it was a way for Park Juyeon to amuse himself with Kwon Jiwook’s body and improve his own mood. Kwon Jiwook gripped the strong arm wrapped around him.

As Park Juyeon’s lips tickled his broad shoulders and the curve of his spine, Kwon Jiwook instinctively flinched. Now, whenever Park Juyeon touched him with intent, involuntary moans escaped him. It was a thoroughly conditioned reflex. Park Juyeon’s other hand slowly moved down to gently rub Kwon Jiwook’s lower abdomen.

“I told you to be grateful for whatever I do. You should be happy that I’m even accepting you.”

“I, I know. I’m sorry. Just… wait…”

“Then why were you standing there with that stupid expression?”

Is it because I handled your contacts as I pleased? Park Juyeon chuckled, his voice resonating in his throat. For Park Juyeon, it was a natural thing to do. No, it wasn’t even a necessity; it was more like a permissible action. Since Kwon Jiwook couldn’t go out, there was no need to keep appointments, and thus, getting rid of unnecessary, one-time contacts was no big deal. Park Juyeon couldn’t understand why Kwon Jiwook was unhappy about it.

“It was just a momentary thing. Really, I wasn’t thinking anything… ah!”

Park Juyeon gripped Kwon Jiwook’s crotch and slowly moved his hand up and down. Occasionally, he would tighten his grip and stroke firmly. The heat rising from the sensitive tip of his glans made Kwon Jiwook close his eyes tightly and bow his head. Feeling unstable, Kwon Jiwook dared to wrap his arms around Park Juyeon’s neck and cling to him.

Park Juyeon hadn’t expected Kwon Jiwook to still have doubts or other thoughts about what he was doing. He had been so obedient that Park Juyeon thought he understood and accepted everything. Park Juyeon whispered regretfully,

“Don’t be upset. I’m doing all this for you. Why don’t you understand that yet?”

“I, I know… I do, ah…”

“People who only contact you when they need something… You should have cut ties with them long ago. I’m helping you.”

“Huh, uh, uh, Park Juyeon…!”

As Park Juyeon teased the tip of his urethra with his fingertips, Kwon Jiwook writhed on Park Juyeon’s lap, overwhelmed by the pleasure bordering on pain. It was as if he was begging to be penetrated, to be fucked quickly. Moans mixed with whimpers escaped him, even without anything inside his hole. All of this was Park Juyeon’s doing.

In other words, Park Juyeon was the one who had dramatically changed Kwon Jiwook. So why was Kwon Jiwook so upset about Park Juyeon controlling just one aspect of his life—his relationships? Park Juyeon found this incredibly irritating. His mood soured, and he bit Kwon Jiwook’s earlobe sharply, whispering darkly,

“Touch yourself.”

“Ha, ha, what, what…”

“Touch your dick or your ass. Do it yourself. Tell me what you did wrong while you jerk off. Come on, like this…”

Park Juyeon turned Kwon Jiwook around to face him. Kwon Jiwook, who had been sitting with his back to Park Juyeon, now found himself face to face with him. His face was tear-stained from the intense stimulation of his sensitive cock. Kwon Jiwook’s lips trembled.

Park Juyeon’s crotch was visibly hard and hot, revealing his arousal, but his expression remained cold. This was a signal to Kwon Jiwook that he didn’t have much time to hesitate.

“Ugh…”

Kwon Jiwook furrowed his brow. One of his hands, which had been resting on Park Juyeon’s shoulders, moved down to grasp his own cock. He gently rubbed the tip with his thumb, which was already slick with precum. His hips jerked, and his eyes fluttered as he stroked himself. But as long as Park Juyeon’s gaze remained on him, he couldn’t stop. Kwon Jiwook finally gripped his cock tightly and started stroking it quickly as he spoke,

“Huh, I, uh, Park Juyeon…”

“Again. When you admit your mistakes, you should be polite, right?”

“Uh, that…”

“That’s the basics.”

Kwon Jiwook’s eyes flickered with confusion. Park Juyeon had never brought up manners or politeness before, so he had to think back on what he might have done wrong.

…He couldn’t think of anything. He was doing as he was told, stroking his cock and starting to confess his mistakes. In this situation, it was impossible to figure out what Park Juyeon wanted. He felt so frustrated he wanted to die.

As Kwon Jiwook looked down at Park Juyeon with tears welling up in his eyes, Park Juyeon slightly raised his eyebrows and moved his lips as if giving a hint.

‘I.’

Kwon Jiwook managed to read Park Juyeon’s lips. His face slowly flushed. It had been over a month since he had been forced to use honorifics, but he hadn’t been made to do so until now.

“…I.”

“Mm-hmm. And?”

Since he had started with honorifics, he figured he should also address the other person with respect. Lost in thought, his hand paused briefly. Immediately, Park Juyeon’s broad palm struck Kwon Jiwook’s firm buttocks hard.

“Ugh!”

Kwon Jiwook jolted in surprise at the sharp pain. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain, and his eyes and cheeks flushed with heat. His eyes blinked rapidly in confusion. What should he say to avoid upsetting Park Juyeon? Considering his current situation, the pressure to respond, Park Juyeon’s arrogant and lazy attitude, and the collar around his neck… the answer was clear.

Once he reached this conclusion, his throat felt parched. Kwon Jiwook, still clinging to Park Juyeon’s neck, opened his mouth with difficulty.

“So, I, I didn’t realize that, Master, you were doing it for me…”

“Master?”

Park Juyeon’s eyes widened in surprise. He never thought he’d hear Kwon Jiwook call him ‘Master.’

Moreover, this was not something forced upon Kwon Jiwook by anyone; it was a decision he made on his own. It was amusing to think about why he chose to say that, and in a way, Park Juyeon felt like praising him. So, Park Juyeon gave Kwon Jiwook a soft gaze and urged him to continue.

“And?”

“I, I didn’t show gratitude, and… ah!”

“Tsk. Your hand is resting.”

Whenever Kwon Jiwook’s hand hesitated, Park Juyeon mercilessly struck his buttocks. The smooth skin turned red and sore, and even the light, high-pitched sound of the impact couldn’t mask the pain. Kwon Jiwook gasped at the stinging pain, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Once the pain subsided, Kwon Jiwook began to stroke his cock slowly. Whether it was instinctive or deliberate, he even started to grind his hips on Park Juyeon’s lap. Especially when he felt the outline of his cock against Park Juyeon’s thigh, he moved more intensely and moaned.

“You did it for me, cleaned up the unnecessary people, but I, I didn’t realize, and thought wrongly, ah!”

The motion of his hand stroking his shaft grew faster. His eyelids fluttered slowly, and his gaze became unfocused. Kwon Jiwook, with a face flushed and desperate, pleaded with Park Juyeon. His breathless words were likely incoherent even to himself.

“So, uh, I’m sorry, and now, I won’t, talk back, anymore. Huh.”

“Good to know you still have the energy to talk. I was so scared when you were angry earlier.”

“Mm, yes, yes… ah.”

“Now, don’t get angry with me again. Come on, finish without talking.”

The once unfamiliar polite language and the suppressed discomfort it brought had gradually become familiar, softened by Park Juyeon’s gentle voice. Kwon Jiwook, rubbing his forehead against Park Juyeon’s shoulder and freely moving his lower body, noticed something strange a moment later. With his eyes closed and focused on stroking himself, he suddenly felt an itch in his rear and chest.

Realizing his state, Kwon Jiwook bit his lower lip hard. This was a first. He had rarely had the chance to masturbate since coming here, so he hadn’t noticed how sensitive his body had become.

Park Juyeon had told him to touch himself, front or back, as he pleased. So, Kwon Jiwook intended to just stimulate his cock appropriately. He had never openly fingered himself in front of Park Juyeon. But now, he was getting too into it, which was problematic.

“Ha… ah, ha, ah….”

The urge to come grew stronger. He felt like he was about to climax. He felt like he was about to come, but…

Kwon Jiwook moved his hand faster, matching his rough breaths. The wet sounds grew faster, and all his nerves focused on his reddened cock. The heat in his lower abdomen grew, but the sensation of climax only teased him, never pushing him over the edge.

It was an ambiguous pleasure, as if something was blocking it. No matter how fast he stroked, he couldn’t come. The unsatisfying urge drove Kwon Jiwook crazy. And he knew exactly what he wanted. Even without any drugs, he craved something thick penetrating him.

He couldn’t deny that his rear was more sensitive now. Being penetrated would give him far more intense pleasure. The usual act of penetration now made Kwon Jiwook feel utterly miserable. His eyes felt hot with unshed tears.

“Park Juyeon, ah, no, Master, I can’t come… ah, fuck….”

“Who told you to say that in my ear? You’re learning all the wrong things. … Do you think you can come if you get fucked in the ass?”

“Uh, yeah, fuck… … fuck me, please….”

“You can do it yourself. Isn’t it easy to touch your dick, but hard to touch your pussy? What’s the difference?”

“I, I can’t feel good if I do it myself, you have to do it for me to come. So… please….”

Kwon Jiwook wanted Park Juyeon to react. So, he endlessly called Park Juyeon’s name and ground his hips on his thighs like a dog in heat. Having missed his chance to come once, Kwon Jiwook was desperate. Meanwhile, Park Juyeon remained calm and composed.

How could he stay so calm with such a hard-on? Kwon Jiwook felt a surge of shame he had forgotten. This miserable feeling was familiar. Did Park Juyeon not want to fuck him anymore? Park Juyeon’s calm voice, incongruous with the situation, confirmed Kwon Jiwook’s fears.

“You have to finish, even if it doesn’t feel good.”

“I did it! Yesterday, the day before, continuously, you did it to me. D, don’t you want to do it anymore?”

Kwon Jiwook looked at Park Juyeon with tear-filled eyes, gently rubbing the tip of his own cock. His voice, cracked and wet with tears, seemed to beg for more torment. Park Juyeon, wanting to prolong the suffering just a bit more, smiled and said,

“Ha ha. What are you talking about… Kwon Jiwook. This is punishment. You seem to have forgotten. Just because I forgave you doesn’t mean your mistakes are erased, and being on top of me isn’t a reward.”

“Ah….”

Kwon Jiwook’s eyes widened slightly. He lost his words and stared blankly at Park Juyeon’s face. Realizing the rejection in his words and expression, his heart pounded for a different reason. In short, he felt embarrassed.

Park Juyeon enjoyed Kwon Jiwook’s unexpected actions. Perhaps Kwon Jiwook had expected too much. Despite being held captive for his mistakes, he had become arrogant, thinking he could get what he wanted with just a day of obedience. He felt like cold water had been poured over his head, and no words would come out.

“Why did I make you masturbate?”

“…”

“It’s a punishment. I have no reason to make you feel good. Right?”

“…Y, …yes.”

“Good. What are you doing? Hurry up.”

His ears burned, and his eyes reddened. Embarrassment washed over Kwon Jiwook, and he closed his eyes, moving his trembling hand to arouse himself again. Unlike his heavy and creaking heart, his body seemed oblivious to shame, readily responding to the touch. This made him feel even more embarrassed. He couldn’t help it. This was who he was. Faithful to his instincts, stroking his cock, no, now his ass, was Kwon Jiwook.

Park Juyeon’s deep, clear dark eyes remained fixed on Kwon Jiwook. Come on, do it. The persistent gaze seemed to urge him on, and Kwon Jiwook involuntarily shivered. At first, Park Juyeon might not have had any particular thoughts, but now his intentions were clear. He would not let Kwon Jiwook go until he fingered himself.

Kwon Jiwook, with tired eyes, reluctantly inserted two fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them deeply, his red tongue and lips working as if performing oral sex. Occasionally, he gagged on the length of his fingers, but Park Juyeon’s eyes sparkled with an inappropriate gleam as he watched. Kwon Jiwook’s long fingers, with their well-defined knuckles, slowly grew wet.

“Uh, uh…”

His expression was so lewd that Park Juyeon briefly wondered if Kwon Jiwook’s erogenous zone was in his mouth or fingers. The man who had resisted now eagerly moved his fingers when pressured. He always went a step further than expected, which was astonishing.

Kwon Jiwook slowly slid his wet middle finger between his buttocks. Slowly, almost ticklishly, he caressed his own entrance. His hole, fucked daily, could easily take a finger or two. Still, he felt tense. Kwon Jiwook gripped Park Juyeon’s shoulder tightly and slowly pushed his finger in.

“…Uh…”

Kwon Jiwook’s lowered eyelashes fluttered. It didn’t hurt. He gained a bit more courage. Even though his fingers, not particularly slim, were fully inserted, he felt only discomfort.

How am I supposed to come like this? Kwon Jiwook hung his head and wiggled his fingers. They moved in and out, but he couldn’t reach the right spot. Unsatisfied, he grabbed his cock again and started stroking it in sync with his fingers.

Matching the speed of his front and back, he felt a gradually increasing sensation, though not intense pleasure. Contrary to his worries about coming, Kwon Jiwook closed his eyes and focused on the sensations below. He still had to keep his balance on Park Juyeon’s lap, his thighs visibly tensed.

“Ugh, …ah, uh, uh…!”

“Wow, even though you had the courage to call me Master and ask to be fucked, you’re doing great on your own. I don’t think you need my help.”

“Ah, please, help me, this isn’t enough… it’s hard.”

Kwon Jiwook frowned slightly, his voice faint. His throat was dry, and he swallowed hard, looking at Park Juyeon with a mix of pain and pleasure on his face. Park Juyeon, who had been expressionless, suddenly kissed him. It was a light kiss, as if trying to capture the sweet breath escaping Kwon Jiwook’s lips. It ended as quickly as it began. Kwon Jiwook felt a pang of longing, and Park Juyeon smiled softly.

“Then… I’ll help you a bit. Pleasure isn’t just from your hole, you know?”

“Wha…”

Before Kwon Jiwook could respond, Park Juyeon grabbed the hand that was gripping his cock and pulled it away. He held it tightly, preventing Kwon Jiwook from touching his cock again. The cock, which had been moving vigorously, now dripped with precum and throbbed. Kwon Jiwook unconsciously held his breath. Ignoring this, Park Juyeon placed his other hand on Kwon Jiwook’s bare chest.

“You like it here too. It’s already swollen.”

The hand that had been gently caressing his broad chest suddenly turned lustful. Park Juyeon grabbed his chest, pressing his thumb against the nipple and circling it. He pinched the nipple between his index finger and thumb, rubbing it. This made Kwon Jiwook’s legs tremble, and his cock throbbed.

“There. It’s much easier to feel now. Now, finger yourself freely.”

“Huh… Ugh!”

Kwon Jiwook suddenly gasped and buried his head in Park Juyeon’s shoulder. Park Juyeon had grabbed his chest along with the surrounding flesh, pulling it tightly. But Kwon Jiwook knew this wasn’t meant to harm him. When Park Juyeon was truly angry, he wouldn’t hesitate to draw blood.

This was a bearable pain, no, it wasn’t even pain. So, he had to reciprocate Park Juyeon’s consideration. After shaking for a while, Kwon Jiwook started moving his fingers quickly again to come, as Park Juyeon had instructed. But the lack of direct stimulation to his cock made him desperate.

“Huh, huh… ugh…”

He never thought he’d feel his own fingers inside his wet, clinging hole. His familiar hole easily took three fingers. He pushed them in as deep as possible, spreading them inside and moving them quickly, making his hips jerk. When he pressed his fingertips against the ridges of his intestinal walls, his hole tightened.

His rough breaths sounded like he was in heat. Meanwhile, his swollen chest burned with heat. Park Juyeon deliberately focused on one side, making the heat intensify in that spot. The friction became almost painful, and Kwon Jiwook hesitantly spoke up.

“…It hurts, the other side too, ah, the other side too, please…”

“I like this side.”

“No… Ah!”

“You don’t like it?”

“…No, please, don’t do this… yes?”

Park Juyeon never seemed to stop teasing. It was as if he couldn’t go a day without playing some trick, as if his tongue would prickle if he didn’t. Kwon Jiwook, who had been gritting his teeth, suddenly made up his mind and tilted his upper body to the side. His chest, untouched and still bearing the marks from the previous night, came into Park Juyeon’s view. Kwon Jiwook presented his chest, which was erect without being touched, and whispered in a faint voice,

“Here, here. Suck here. …Suck it, pinch it, keep touching it…”

If even this was rejected, he might actually cry. Although it wasn’t a crucial matter, it involved Kwon Jiwook’s last shred of ‘self-respect.’ It wasn’t pride. He had long since discarded any pride worth showing off, and now his biggest concern was whether he still had any value to Park Juyeon in any way.

Fortunately, Park Juyeon did not reject Kwon Jiwook a second time. He simply looked up at Kwon Jiwook with a curious gaze and then pulled the slim body closer to take the erect chest into his mouth.

Perhaps because his arousal had lasted so long, when Park Juyeon gathered saliva on the tip of his tongue and flicked it against the nipple, Kwon Jiwook let out a long, crying moan within seconds. His untouched cock dripped with clear fluid, and Kwon Jiwook’s half-closed eyelids twitched. Soon, the three fingers that had been halfway inside his entrance slipped out.

“…Ha, ah… Ha, ha…”

“How was masturbating with your ass? Not bad, right?”

“It’s good, but… it’s hard.”

Kwon Jiwook’s voice was hoarse, but his answer was straightforward.

“I completely misjudged this. Huh? I told you to finger yourself to embarrass you, but you’re enjoying it. It’s pissing me off just watching.”

Now, such words came easily to Kwon Jiwook. Park Juyeon smiled and laid Kwon Jiwook down properly on the bed. His erection, straining against his pants, was becoming uncomfortable. Park Juyeon unbuckled his belt and then covered Kwon Jiwook, biting his earlobe.

“…So now I’ll enjoy it too. Spread your ass properly.”

“I just came…, ugh!”

The penetration happened in an instant. The well-stretched hole readily accepted the one who had been fucking it for the past month. The wet inner walls pulsed familiarly, and his legs spread wide to easily accommodate the large cock. The entire process felt natural, as if it were predetermined.

Kwon Jiwook, ignoring his phone lighting up repeatedly on the desk, prepared to become a dog in heat once again. As for what would happen next, well, every time Park Juyeon thrust into his belly, his barely organized thoughts flickered and blurred.