INT Ch 10.3

“Haah, haah….”

The pleasure of ejaculating inside Haewon coursed through Woojin’s entire body. Although it might not be the most romantic thing to say post-sex, Woojin felt inexplicably refreshed.

Haewon, with his face covered by his hands, sobbed and bit his lip. Woojin was still inside him, and every slight movement sent waves through Haewon’s body. His penis twitched, dripping warm liquid. His chest and stomach, drenched in fluids, glistened under the light.

Woojin, who had been supporting Haewon’s knees, slowly pulled out his penis. The wet, sticky shaft emerged, coated in a mixture of semen and bodily fluids. The tight hole between Haewon’s legs quivered, expelling Woojin’s semen. Woojin lowered Haewon’s legs and removed the arms covering his face. As he tried to move Haewon’s wrists, Haewon resisted.

“It’s okay. Let me see your face.”

“No… let go.”

“I want to see your face.”

“I said no!”

Haewon truly did not want to show his face at this moment. Knowing this, Woojin forcefully pulled Haewon’s arms down and pinned them to the bed. Haewon tried to hide his face by turning his head away. His eyes were red, and his cheeks were flushed. His lips trembled continuously as he tried to hold back his sobs.

“Show me your face.”

Haewon twisted his neck, burying his cheek in the pillow, and shook his head. Finally, Woojin forcefully turned Haewon’s face towards him. His eyelashes were wet and clumped together. Haewon avoided Woojin’s gaze, looking down.

“What did I tell you to do when you come?”

“I don’t know, go away.”

“I told you to look at my face, didn’t I?”

“I said go away!”

“Don’t bite your lip. Open your mouth.”

Haewon glared at Woojin, who ignored his protests. Woojin stared down at Haewon, his voice soft but commanding.

“Open your mouth.”

“….”

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

“….”

“You said you love me.”

“….”

“Don’t you love me? Should we break up then?”

“I love you, you bastard.”

Haewon’s eyes wavered as Woojin threatened him. Haewon quickly released his bitten lip and blinked his tear-filled eyes, hurriedly responding. His added curses were almost endearing. His tear-filled eyes sparkled transparently.

“Then open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

“….”

“Very deeply.”

Reluctantly, Haewon slightly opened his lips and stuck out his red tongue just enough. Woojin’s tongue licked and wrapped around Haewon’s, like a rodent’s tongue flicking out between his lips.

After a long kiss, Woojin helped Haewon up and led him to the bathroom.

Haewon, for some reason feeling embarrassed and ashamed, stood in the shower with his forehead against the wall, avoiding Woojin’s gaze like a child.

Woojin adjusted the water temperature and stood under the showerhead, letting the water soak him from head to toe. He ran his fingers through his wet hair. As he tried to turn Haewon around, Haewon shook his head in protest.

“It’s okay. What’s the matter?”

“I said I don’t like it. I don’t like that….”

“You said you wanted to come.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“It’s okay. I’m excited, so it’s okay.”

Woojin unintentionally revealed his true feelings. He felt Haewon’s gaze on him but ignored it, pulling Haewon into an embrace. He hid Haewon’s face against his chest. The hot water streamed down, soaking both of them.

“Does it excite you when I do that?” Haewon murmured against Woojin’s chest, his voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

“It does.”

“Does peeing excite you? Do you like that sort of thing?”

“I didn’t know, but I guess I do.”

“Pervert.”

“But only do it in front of me.”

“Only pee in front of you, only undress in front of you… and you only pee in front of me.”

Only then did Haewon lift his head and meet Woojin’s gaze. Woojin smiled, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Woojin enjoyed intense play. He had an urge to urinate on Haewon’s white body right then, but he held back. He planned to teach Haewon step by step.

Haewon, who had only experienced conventional sex, couldn’t handle Woojin. Surprisingly, Woojin found that he didn’t need extreme acts to get excited or reach orgasm with Haewon.

Woojin kissed Haewon deeply and for a long time, even as they showered.

After finishing the shower, their stomachs rumbled in unison. While Woojin finished preparing dinner, Haewon tidied up the bed. Embarrassed by the traces of their activities, he quickly changed the sheets, unaware that Woojin was pretending not to notice. Haewon then loudly gathered the laundry and took it to the utility room.

As they sat down to eat dinner, Woojin received a call he had been expecting.

“Hello.”

― Where are you, Prosecutor Hyun?

It was CEO Kim Jeonggeun. It was 8:40 PM, and he had called Woojin as soon as he returned to the country, bypassing Park Hyeongsu. This meant Kim Jeonggeun had no intention of heeding Woojin’s advice. The situation was unfolding exactly as Woojin had planned. He checked his watch and put down his fork.

“I’m near the prosecutor’s office.”

― If you’re not busy, come to my house. You know what this is about.

“I was just about to contact you. I’ll leave soon.”

Woojin ended the call and placed his phone face down on the table. Haewon, who had been eagerly eating spaghetti, swallowed his mouthful and asked,

“Are you going?”

“I’ll be back. Just rest.”

“I wanted to watch a movie together.”

“I might be late.”

“Finish your dinner before you go.”

Woojin finished his meal and stood up. Haewon clung to his waist, and Woojin had to drag him to the front door.

Haewon, who once coldly rejected Woojin because he was a friend of his deceased lover, was now unrecognizable. Woojin wondered if Haewon acted this way only with him or if his countless former lovers had seen this side of him too. He was curious enough to want to summon a few of them for questioning. He regretted not getting the name and number of the handsome man who had visited Haewon’s officetel.

At the front door, Woojin looked down at Haewon, who was silently begging him not to go. Haewon looked up at him with tearful eyes.

“You said you’d cling to me, that you’d be sticky, that you’d do what I hate.”

“I said I’d be sticky, not that I’d act like a baby.”

“I am a baby. I pee anywhere, so I’m a baby.”

“You’re a baby for a 29-year-old. I’ll be back soon.”

“If you’re coming back soon, why go?”

Woojin had used every means possible to disrupt Haewon’s plans, but now Haewon was disrupting his just by clinging to him. This was exactly what Woojin had been wary of. Haewon kept messing up his priorities.

“I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Can’t I come with you? I’ll stay in the car.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hyung, Prosecutor, Sir, Mister, Grandpa.”

“Moon Haewon.”

Woojin was about to say something when Haewon’s lips suddenly covered his. The kiss was so intense that Woojin was pushed back against the door by Haewon’s strength. As Haewon passionately pressed their mouths together, his hand wandered to Woojin’s groin, grabbing indiscriminately. Woojin barely managed to pry the hand away.

Pulling back with effort, Woojin panted heavily, his breath uneven. Haewon glanced down at Woojin’s lower body before looking back up at his face. Woojin’s erection was obvious, straining against his pants and leaning to the left.

“Have a good trip.”

“…”

Leaving Woojin in such a state, Haewon lay on the bed and casually spread his legs, gazing at Woojin with an air of feigned innocence. Woojin’s expression hardened. He was debating whether or not he should leave, as he had a meeting with Kim Jeonggeun, the CEO.

It was a moment requiring careful judgment. Woojin turned away from Haewon, who was now sucking on his own finger like it was a popsicle, and left the apartment. Behind him, Haewon’s voice echoed, calling him a eunuch, shouting that Hyung was just a eunuch anyway.

Arriving at Kim Jeonggeun’s residence, Woojin headed straight to the study. The tension in the air was palpable, and even the staff seemed on edge. He knocked on the door, and the secretary opened it. Woojin acknowledged the secretary with a subtle nod and entered. Inside, Kim Jeonggeun was seated on the sofa, smoking a cigar. Woojin bowed his head respectfully.

“You’re late.”

“Apologies. Traffic was heavy.”

“Take a seat.”

Woojin sat down across from him. The secretary closed the door and disappeared, leaving the two alone in the quiet study.

“Who is it?”

“We’re tracking them.”

“It doesn’t seem like it’s someone on our side. Who’s behind it?”

It appeared that Kim Jeonggeun had already conducted investigations through his advisors and inner circle. Woojin responded mechanically.

“We’re still investigating.”

“By the way, that bastard Park Hyeongsu has gotten too bold. He even suggested I show up at the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office.”

Kim Jeonggeun took a deep drag of his cigar, shaking his head in disbelief. The pungent smoke spread thickly through the air.

“The prosecutor handling that case, Kim Hanse, is notoriously strict and a thorn even within the prosecution. Deputy Director Park Hyeongsu must also be feeling the heat. It might be best to just comply and show up once.”

“You’re telling me to go to the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office and get investigated?”

“That’s how the situation stands.”

Kim Jeonggeun stared at Woojin with clear dissatisfaction, exhaling smoke in his direction. The cloud briefly obscured Woojin’s face before the ventilation system kicked in, replacing the smoky air with pristine, Hawaii-like freshness.

Lee Seungmin had misunderstood. Kim Jeonggeun wasn’t Take 2, as Woojin had assigned him. He was actually Take 3. Take 1 was imprisoned, and Take 4 was dead. There were five numbers in total, with Take 5 nearly complete, albeit with some variables.

Take 2, which Woojin had been cultivating for years, remained an enigma—whether they were linked to the Blue House or the prosecution was unclear. Intervening with Kim Jeonggeun too hastily without identifying their backer would jeopardize the entire operation.

Woojin knew all of Kim Jeonggeun’s misdeeds. In fact, Kim Jeonggeun was the kind of man Woojin would have imprisoned, even if it meant marrying his daughter.

Woojin had chosen to become a prosecutor instead of following his family’s expectations of becoming a doctor because of Take 3.

Years ago, when Woojin was a student preparing for college, Kim Jeonggeun launched an ambitious new business that resulted in astronomical losses. At the time, his father, Chairman Han Kyung, had stepped down from active management due to worsening health, leaving Kim Jeonggeun to take the reins of the group.

The losses stemmed from Kim Jeonggeun’s personal misjudgments, and Han Kyung had to bear the financial burden. However, the government absorbed the loss as national debt, using taxpayers’ money to repay it. Kim Jeonggeun, meanwhile, suffered no personal financial setback.

The government’s support, intended to maintain competitiveness in the global economy, allowed him to expand his domestic operations by funneling work to his subsidiaries, driving smaller local businesses into the ground.

Witnessing the unreasonable and thoughtless actions of Kim Jeonggeun, who remained oblivious to the consequences of his decisions, had awakened something in Woojin. He decided then to become a prosecutor. He could tolerate injustice, but he could not endure irrationality or inefficiency.

Kim Jeonggeun solved everything with money. He used it to grow his business, restructure Han Kyung’s corporate governance, and maintain influence. There wasn’t a single tax official who hadn’t taken bribes from Han Kyung, nor a politician who hadn’t accepted campaign contributions, nor a prosecutor who hadn’t enjoyed its hospitality.

Of course, Woojin himself had accepted untraceable, laundered slush funds from Han Kyung, using it to finance confidential investigations. He had been pursuing Kim Jeonggeun with Kim Jeonggeun’s own money.

There was, however, one prosecutor who hadn’t taken money from Han Kyung—Kim Hanse. Woojin despised him. Kim Hanse was the kind of man who couldn’t overlook injustice, acting as though he alone bore the burden of enforcing righteousness. Like many such people, he was naïve, failing to grasp the immense forces that truly drove the world. Ultimately, capital and power ruled above all else.

Kim Jeonggeun had capital, and Woojin had the ability to seize power with his own strength. With capital added to his abilities, Woojin could achieve what Kim Hanse could not.

That was the power Woojin sought. Pretending to be good while lacking the desire for dirty power only leads to the world operating irrationally and unfairly. Without colluding with capital, there was no way to control this corrupt group.

Woojin took an envelope from his bag and handed it to Kim Jeonggeun. Kim Jeonggeun, with a cigar in his mouth, opened the envelope. It contained records of Park Hyeongsu’s corruption, including potentially fatal sex scandals and his son’s military service fraud. The military service fraud could dash Park Hyeongsu’s dreams of becoming the Prosecutor General, but it wasn’t enough to remove him from his position as the Deputy Prosecutor General. The sex scandals, however, could bury him.

“Are there photos?” Kim Jeonggeun asked.

“There are videos,” Woojin replied.

“Where are they?”

“I have them safe. This is for negotiation, not blackmail. It will be easier for you later if you become the Prosecutor General.”

“So, you want me to take the fall alone this time?”

“No chaebol group owner has avoided the prosecution entirely.”

“So, you’re telling me to take the fall.”

“I’m suggesting an opinion. It’s good to have this.”

“We can just promote someone else. There’s no need to promote Park Hyeongsu. We have plenty of people on our side.”

Woojin did not respond.

His plan was to use this corruption evidence to blackmail Park Hyeongsu, creating a confrontation between Kim Jeonggeun and the prosecution. If the prosecution targeted Kim Jeonggeun, things would be easier. For that to happen, Park Hyeongsu needed to be removed first.

To confirm whether Take 2 was the Blue House or the prosecution, pitting the two against each other was a quicker method than tracking them down. During the Park Hyeongsu incident, Woojin needed to find out who was backing Kim Jeonggeun to take them both down at once and make it easier to take over Hankyung. Leaving one side alone would only lead to a cover-up.

Even if luckily, it went to a special prosecutor, the likelihood of a non-indictment or suspended prosecution was high. The reason Woojin was wary of Take 2 was that he, like Woojin, was aiming for Hankyung. For either side, Hankyung was a tempting target, delicious and beneficial.

“Otherwise, I will indict Hankyung,” Woojin said.

“You, Woojin?”

“I will minimize the damage to Deputy Prosecutor General Park as much as possible.”

“I see. Let me think about it.”

“Do not consult with a lawyer. The moment you open it, its value drops.”

“Who is it? Did Park Hyeongsu blab about it?”

“It is an amount worth boasting about.”

“Anyway, those without money…” Kim Jeonggeun shook his head in disappointment. “I should not have dealt with them from the beginning.”

Kim Jeonggeun, who had tried to raise Park Hyeongsu to dominate the prosecution, shook his head in disappointment. As long as Woojin was a prosecutor, Kim Jeonggeun’s domination of the prosecution was impossible. In the past, it was about defense and obstruction, but now it was time to attack. Woojin no longer wanted to hear Haewon call him Kim Jeonggeun’s dog.

Kim Jeonggeun stubbed out his cigar and stood up. Woojin also tidied up and followed him.

“Have you had dinner?” Woojin asked.

“It’s quite late. Haven’t you eaten yet? I just got off the plane.”

“I have eaten.”

“I just got off the plane an hour ago. I wanted to have dinner together.”

Woojin walked with Kim Jeonggeun like a friendly father and son. As they left the study, Seo Okhwa, who had just returned home, spotted Woojin and approached him.

“Woojin, isn’t there a junior of yours named Haewon? I heard he took sick leave. He hasn’t been to the orchestra lately,” Seo Okhwa said.

“Is that so? I haven’t been in touch with him recently,” Woojin replied.

“I wanted to see his face, so I went, but he wasn’t there. Have you had dinner?”

“Yes, I have. But it seems Father hasn’t eaten yet.”

“You haven’t had dinner yet? Why haven’t you eaten?”

“I just got off the plane an hour ago.”

Woojin watched Seo Okhwa hurry to the kitchen to prepare Kim Jeonggeun’s dinner. He couldn’t fathom why she was so concerned about Haewon.

“She must like him. Maybe she wants to make him her son-in-law,” Kim Jeonggeun said, showing his little finger.

Woojin knew about some of Kim Jeonggeun’s young lovers, but Seo Okhwa was different. She was unaware that Kim Jeonggeun had mistresses scattered across Seoul, each with a house provided by him.

“No way.”

“No, she does. Sometimes she talks about that violinist. He’s quite handsome and has a face that women like.”

“Is that so?”

“I’m going to have dinner, so if you have something urgent, Woojin, you can go. Thanks for your hard work.”

“Make your decision carefully.”

Woojin bowed, and Kim Jeonggeun patted his shoulder before walking in the direction Seo Okhwa had gone.

Woojin stood there for a moment before slowly walking out of the mansion.

The security guards greeted him. As he headed to the parking lot, Kim Soyoung’s white car pulled in. Soyoung parked her car next to Woojin’s and turned off the engine before getting out.

“Are you leaving now?” she asked.

“It’s late,” Woojin replied.

“I had a dinner with the professors. Is Dad home?”

“He’s having dinner. I’m leaving.”

“Wait a moment.”

Just as Woojin was about to unlock his car, Soyoung grabbed his arm and pulled him towards a dark corner of the parking lot, away from the CCTV and prying eyes. Woojin let out a low sigh.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Did that work out well?”

“What?”

“That junior of yours. Did he fall for the story?”

Woojin nodded briefly instead of answering. Soyoung looked relieved and brushed her chest.

“Thank goodness. Anyway, Woojin, you’re a genius. How did you come up with that idea? I ended up looking like a fool, but it was quite convincing. A woman who was forcibly blackmailed by a man she had a one-sided crush on and taken to a hotel, only to have the man bring her parents to make her come to her senses. It sounds so plausible.”

Fortunately, Haewon believed the hastily written script Woojin had come up with. Or perhaps he was waiting for some explanation, even if he didn’t entirely believe it. It was a good thing he believed it because if he hadn’t, Woojin would have had to take a more forceful approach. If Haewon had continued to refuse him, Woojin would have taken him to Yangpyeong.

Woojin couldn’t understand Haewon’s reaction. The way Haewon looked at him with contempt was the same way Kim Hanse looked at him—as if he were less than human. Kim Hanse would call him human trash in those moments.

Recalling Haewon’s expression and Kim Hanse’s gaze, Woojin furrowed his brow slightly.

“When are we going to talk about it? I’m about to graduate, and Mom is pushing for a meeting,” Soyoung said, wrapping her arm around Woojin’s waist. Woojin just stared into the darkness, neither embracing her back nor turning to look at her.

“Not yet. Did you see his reaction? To others, we are worse than bugs. Your father and mother will be ruined too.”

Woojin’s face hardened as he recalled Haewon’s words, accusing him of selling his body to take over the Hankyung Group.

“What can we do about it? Is it our fault? The dead are dead. Do I have to be miserable just because my sister died?” Soyoung asked.

“I know, so be quiet. Someone might hear,” Woojin replied.

“Why don’t you come to the apartment anymore? You hardly come these days. Do you know how many times I’ve waited for you?”

“I’ve been busy with work.”

Woojin had changed his plans due to Haewon’s unexpected reaction. Instead of becoming family with Kim Jeonggeun and taking over Hankyung, it was better to corner Kim Jeonggeun and take over the group that way.

Even Haewon, who didn’t know the full situation, was so shocked, so Kim Jeonggeun and Seo Okhwa, who knew what Kim Haeyoung had done to Woojin, would never accept it.

Haewon had shown him that ordinary people would see his relationship with Soyoung in that light, so Soyoung was removed from his plans.

But removing her didn’t mean he could tidy things up. If a plan went awry, he had to move on to the second or third plan. Soyoung was part of his third plan. If he had to sell his body to achieve his goals, Woojin was prepared to do so multiple times.

Soyoung’s older sister and Woojin’s former fiancée, Kim Haeyoung, knew that Woojin did not love her. Even though it was a loveless marriage, she believed that they would have children and become a family, and that was how she wanted to possess Woojin.

The naive woman, knowing nothing, chose the path of a doctor to become a beloved daughter-in-law in her family. She was more devoted to Woojin than anyone else and loved him more than anyone else. Woojin acknowledged this.

He also considered her a partner who could accompany him to the end. Although he told Haewon he disliked her, in reality, he did not. By possessing Kim Haeyoung, Woojin could achieve countless things, and Haeyoung was an essential element in his life.

Haeyoung could not refuse Woojin’s demand to retrieve confidential documents and ledgers from Kim Jeonggeun’s secret vault. If she had refused, Woojin would have found another way. Kim Haeyoung brought her father’s secrets to her fiancé. Haeyoung was tormented by the guilt and remorse of betraying her own flesh and blood, and she often fought with Woojin.

Woojin had long aimed to crush Kim Jeonggeun and became a prosecutor solely for this purpose. When Haeyoung discovered that their marriage was part of this plan, she broke down. She started drinking heavily and drove her car.

Even after becoming paralyzed, Kim Haeyoung tried to ruin Woojin’s plans. She demanded a breakup, but Woojin ignored her wishes. He saw no value in her opinion. He did not tolerate any disruption to his plans and pushed forward with the marriage relentlessly. Kim Haeyoung was so broken that only Woojin could save her.

This event was unexpected for Woojin as well. Even now, when his body was exhausted, he dreamed of Kim Haeyoung crawling through the garden to commit suicide. With her immobile legs dragging behind her, Kim Haeyoung, in a white dress stained with mud, crawled like a reptile towards the blooming black roses.

Her death disrupted Woojin’s plans, causing a delay. Although it took a detour, Woojin was about to achieve what he wanted.

“I should go,” Woojin said.

“We haven’t done it in so long,” Soyoung replied.

“Should we do it here?” Woojin asked, turning to look at Soyoung. Her eyes widened in shock within the darkness. Woojin turned his body fully to face her, trapping her in the darkness and his gaze. Soyoung’s eyes trembled.

“Will you do it for me?” she asked.

“Woojin,” he replied, finding the situation distasteful. A woman begging her dead sister’s fiancé for physical intimacy would be seen as repulsive by ordinary people, and her parents would find it repulsive as well.

When his first plan failed, Woojin attempted to possess Hankyung by taking ownership of his dead fiancée’s younger sister. However, this was not an ordinary situation, and he couldn’t gather data on it.

There were no averages in such matters. He had acted like human trash, unaware that he was ruining his own plans. Therefore, understanding ordinary emotions was difficult for him.

“Do it appropriately, considering the time and place. This is against common sense,” Woojin said, despising his accomplice Soyoung and turning away. He got into his car and drove out of the parking lot.