KTSR | Chapter 28

When Seon Ijin opened his eyes, he was shocked to see his own reflection. It took him a moment to realize that Kwon Hyeongdo was straddling his legs and poking around while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Every time Kwon Hyeongdo pulled out, something inside surged forth.

“Waking up already?”

Kwon Hyeongdo grinned, soaked in sweat. The hooks on his shoulders felt like they were piercing into Ijin’s body, making him struggle.

“Wait. I was about to pull it out, but it felt too good to stop.”

“Crazy, ah! Uh, uh. Ah!”

“Baby, your body is bouncing. Huh.”

No sooner had Kwon Hyeongdo finished speaking than he swiftly pulled out.

“Let it out.”

“Huh, ugh. Uh.”

“You’re too full. It’s hard to go deeper.”

Ijin was shocked. He clenched his buttocks to resist, but Kwon Hyeongdo grabbed Ijin’s like it was a stick. Then he stretched the hole sideways with his hand. Spreading it like cutting with scissors and randomly poking around, the lumpiness flowed out. At that sensation, Ijin gagged.

“Hurry up and do it!”

“Crazy bastard. Huh, ah!”

Ijin’s head tilted back. His sensitized member leaked steadily. Kwon Hyeongdo sucked on Ijin’s round shoulders while pushing his arm further in to flick his nipples too.

“Huh, huh!”

Though he tried to endure, it was difficult with his body feeling more sluggish from just waking up. Eventually, Ijin climaxed, and from below, the fluid from Kwon Hyeongdo’s surged out.

Not only did it wet Ijin’s buttocks, but it also soaked his thighs, and Kwon Hyeongdo laughed heartily.

“I did hold back a lot. The quantity is a bit much. But you’re handling it well.”

Overwhelmed by unbearable shame and a sensation too foreign, Ijin’s entire body turned crimson, and he felt like he might burst into tears as his chest heaved irregularly. Kwon Hyeongdo bit his lips and hit Ijin’s buttocks to make more drip, then plugged himself back in tightly like a cork.

“Let’s wash up and go again. Okay?”

Monster. Kwon Hyeongdo was a monster. Even beasts don’t go this far.

Ijin, leaning on the scummy tiles, took another load from Kwon Hyeongdo in the bathroom. Kwon Hyeongdo grumbled about the cleaning as he slid down, and Ijin’s thighs trembled all the way out of the bathroom.

“The sky is singing…”

Mumbling in a hoarse voice, Kwon Hyeongdo casually said as he laid Ijin down.

“The wallpaper’s turned yellow.”

“…How many times have you done this?”

“Don’t know. Who counts while doing it?”

Kwon Hyeongdo lifted Ijin’s arm and avidly sucked on his wet armpit. Ijin had no strength left to resist. His mind simply heated up and cooled down repeatedly.

“I’ll get back at you as many times as you did to me.”

“Wow, impressive. Then from now on, write it down in a diary. It’ll be hard to count after a hundred.”

Kwon Hyeongdo mocked Ijin’s resolve.

But that wasn’t the important part.

“What? From now on…?”

Ijin couldn’t believe what he had heard and asked again.

Kwon Hyeongdo was now resting his head on Ijin’s chest, chewing on his nipples like jelly, and when he pulled at his hair, Kwon Hyeongdo smiled with his eyes narrowed long.

“Did you think it would end after just once?”

“What nonsense. It ends after one time!”

Ijin struggled. His whole body ached as if his joints were pulled apart. Kwon Hyeongdo easily pressed him down with one arm and bit near his navel, mumbling.

“I brought you here knowing what would happen, didn’t I? Even those guys who were eyeing you, their eyes full of semen just watching you, they won’t leave you alone, will they?”

“Stop talking crap!”

“It’s not crap, baby. The first time is always the hardest. You’ve already got through the hard part.”

“Then it’s all because of you, you bastard!”

“It’s not because of me that others have a hard time cutting ties.”

Seon Ijin was speechless. Was this his responsibility? It was entirely Kwon Hyeongdo’s fault. A cancer of society, the dregs of humanity, trash! Ijin’s hatred for thugs grew even deeper.

Kwon Hyeongdo, swatting away Ijin’s hand as it came towards his face, spoke generously as if bestowing a great favor.

““I’d rather have something like that for my own exclusive use. Don’t you think so?”

“I’m going to kill you!”

“I’m actually worried about dying from overeating. Luckily, I’ve got big balls and a big dick, so I probably won’t die that easily.”

Half joking, half vulgar talk. Complete nonsense, but Kwon Hyeongdo had indeed survived numerous close calls. He’d been stabbed with a sashimi knife and nearly drowned tied to a crane and dipped into the sea but always survived.

Kwon Hyeongdo was confident about his own life. Hence, Ijin had to reluctantly accept his offer to take responsibility while staying here. Ijin had no intention of staying in this stinky place for long, but while he was here, he could live comfortably thanks to Kwon Hyeongdo.

“Don’t worry. I do get bored easily, but it looks like we’ll be leaving before I even have a chance to get bored.”

Ijin looked at him incredulously.

Kwon Hyeongdo hmm’d, then brushed it off with an ‘oh well’ attitude. After all, Ijin had nowhere to go to talk about this, and hardly anyone would believe him if he did.

“If this place goes under, you still have your looks, so I’ll take care of you a bit. So we should at least build some affection, right?”

Kwon Hyeongdo tapped his fist with his palm as he spoke.

However, Ijin didn’t see that. The phrase ‘if this place goes under’ filled his head.

“This place is going to fail…?”

“Well, not right away. But every business faces the risk of failure eventually. That’s all.”

Kwon Hyeongdo brushed it off casually and focused again on tormenting the area around Ijin’s belly button.

In Ijin’s head, the words ‘it fails, it fails, it fails’ rang like the bells of heaven. Kwon Hyeongdo’s caresses didn’t register at all. Just the thought was blissful. A ruined Colosseum, an abandoned race track.

“Really fails? There will actually come a day when it fails?”

Kwon Hyeongdo, who was enjoying leaving bite marks on Ijin’s taut skin, answered irritably as Ijin pulled at his hair.

“Yeah, yeah. It’ll fail someday.”

As long as profits are guaranteed, Chairman Choi won’t close the business. But according to Kwon Hyeongdo, those profits would soon dry up and lead to losses.

A world was coming where there would be endlessly fun things to do without having to come here for excitement. And running the actual races was quite a loss. The maintenance was cheap, but managing the weather-dependent dirty tracks was the same.

It would be much more sophisticated to clear out the horses, make the jockeys pay off their debts like other debtors, and push this place aside to start something new.

Kwon Hyeongdo had reached this conclusion on his first day here while looking at the ledgers and had secretly instructed Kim Jaeman to set up a website that could place bets in real-time during official horse races.

So, in conclusion, the Colosseum was going to fail.

But that doesn’t mean your fate will change.

Kwon Hyeongdo deliberately spoke more frankly because he was curious about Seon Ijin’s reaction, which he knew could not be ignorant of these facts.

“That’s fine then.”

Seon Ijin’s response was unexpectedly bland.

“What? All of a sudden.”

“It’s fine. As long as it fails. Whenever that is.”

Seeing Ijin smirk, Kwon Hyeongdo tilted his head and then pinched his cheek, forcing his lips apart.

“What are you doing?!”

“Something’s off with you being so docile. Don’t tell me you’re foolish enough to think your debts will disappear just because the Colosseum fails.”

Kwon Hyeongdo dug his fingers into Ijin’s mouth. Ijin bit down hard on those fingers. It hurt quite a bit. Kwon Hyeongdo winced and shook his hand, as if realizing that the previous relaxation had been a mistake, Ijin’s gaze sharpened.

“I know! I know that much!”

“Why are you so happy about it then? You’re smiling like you’re possessed, it’s creepy.”

Kwon Hyeongdo shivered exaggeratedly. Rubbing his numb cheek, Ijin glared at Kwon Hyeongdo.

“The debt might not disappear, but if a place I absolutely despise goes under, that’s still good news to me.”

Kwon Hyeongdo shook his head disapprovingly.

“You really were raised too gently. This place treats you well compared to what could be. You think you’d survive on a deep-sea fishing vessel?”

“Why couldn’t I? Who knows, I might have a talent for fishing.”

Kwon Hyeongdo laughed darkly at Ijin’s nonchalant response.

“You can’t fish.”

“……”

“You won’t even be able to smell the sea breeze, let alone see the sunlight.”

“……”

“Let’s stop here before the baby wakes up and pees.”

Kwon Hyeongdo abruptly stopped and looked for his cigarettes.

As Kwon Hyeongdo was lighting his cigarette, Ijin, lost in thought, asked him something.