KTSR | Chapter 51

Kwon Hyeongdo furrowed his brow and turned on the cold water. A chill ran down his spine, making his whole body tense and his mind snap awake. His muscles tightened, giving him an even more intimidating presence. The guys who had been lounging around in the bath, sprawled out with their arms and legs wide, quietly left when they saw the tattoos on Kwon Hyeongdo’s body and arms.

Regardless, Kwon Hyeongdo was lost in thought.

If Seon Ijin really acted like that after hearing about his preferences, would he get turned off and lose interest?

Kwon Hyeongdo wasn’t interested in what a gentle and cute personality was like, but he tried to imagine it.

“Hyungdo hyung.”

He thought it was impossible to imagine a gentle Seon Ijin acting cute, but surprisingly, it wasn’t hard. He just had to change the expression from when he was rubbing his cheek against his thigh and pleading earlier.

“Hyung, can’t you do it without hurting me?”

He acted similarly, but that was partly due to a half-threat, and the immersion quickly broke when he went wild like a mad dog as soon as he finished speaking.

Still, not bad. No, it’s actually pretty good.

Kwon Hyeongdo chuckled. At that moment, his member started to rise steadily. Kim Jaeman, who happened to glance over, was shocked and quickly ran to grab a small washbasin. It was meant for pouring water over oneself. He placed it under Kwon Hyeongdo, only to be dumbfounded.

“Hey. Who’s going to use this size? Go get a bigger one. You might as well bring a whole basin.”

Kwon Hyeongdo looked down at the scene and spoke incredulously.

Kim Jaeman gagged and hurried off to find a larger basin.

Looking around, Kwon Hyeongdo noticed that even the few people who had been there had left, leaving only him and Kim Jaeman. Without any shame, he began to pleasure himself in the public bathhouse.

“Hyung. Hyungdo hyung.”

By now, Seon Ijin wasn’t just leaning on his thigh but had his face between his legs. Imagining himself pleasuring Seon Ijin’s face, Kwon Hyeongdo vigorously moved his hand. The veins on his forearm and the back of his hand bulged.

“Ha. This is better than I thought.”

Not knowing if he liked the cuteness or was turned on by Seon Ijin acting cute, Kwon Hyeongdo started thrusting into the air, supporting himself against the tiled wall.

Kim Jaeman, who had brought two large basins just in case, screamed when he saw Kwon Hyeongdo’s back.

“Ah! Hyung! Executive Director! Hyung, Executive Director, you crazy hyung!”

Even though he heard all that, Kwon Hyeongdo calmly imagined splattering his essence all over Seon Ijin’s face in his mind.

***

“Hey. Why are you standing so far away?”

“Think about what you did in there, hyung.”

Kim Jaeman pretended to cry, making sobbing sounds.

“You act like I did something to you. Even if you offered, I wouldn’t take it. Go get some coffee.”

Kwon Hyeongdo smirked, playing with an unlit cigarette between his lips. Kim Jaeman glanced back, saw Kwon Hyeongdo handing him money, and eagerly snatched it.

“Can I get something for myself too?”

“Just drink some yogurt.”

Kwon Hyeongdo wiped the remaining water from his body with a sweeping motion from just above his pubic area to his stomach.

Feeling lazy about getting dressed, he strolled over to the bench and sat down. Resting his arms on his spread thighs, he sighed in contentment, and when Kim Jaeman returned, he was shocked.

“Could you cover up a bit, hyung?”

Kim Jaeman pleaded.

“Afraid it’ll make others feel inferior?”

“Not just inferior, but it might cause impotence. It should be just right to be impressive. Like me.”

Kwon Hyeongdo recalled Kim Jaeman’s unimpressive member and chuckled.

Though offended by the laughter, Kim Jaeman couldn’t argue that his was average when compared to Kwon Hyeongdo’s. Even those bigger than average would shyly cover up in front of Kwon Hyeongdo.

Kwon Hyeongdo sipped on the iced coffee, piled high with ice cubes and frosty steam. As he leaned back, his body rippled and expanded like waves. His muscles were formidable. Kim Jaeman, convinced something had happened between Ijin and Kwon Hyeongdo, suddenly felt sorry for Ijin.

“Be a bit kinder. Ijin hyung is pitiful.”

“Hey, you’ve been going on about Ijin hyung, Ijin hyung. Do you like Seon Ijin?”

Kwon Hyeongdo asked back, chewing on the straw after finishing his coffee.

“Don’t like him. He’s a really tough guy.”

“I don’t like him. But why do you keep provoking him when you know he’s difficult? Ijin hyung is in pain. Sometimes he seems out of it, and other times he looks so down, like he’s about to cry. He doesn’t even respond when you call his name. That’s not normal, is it?”

“Hey. Why wouldn’t he talk? You’re doing all the talking for him. Why’s your mouth so chatty?”

Kwon Hyeongdo frowned. Kim Jaeman wondered if he was really that talkative. But everything he said felt necessary. Even now.

“Be gentle, ask if he wants anything, give him something warm, something sweet, then move to the bed for some mood.”

“Is that how you got rejected every time?”

Kwon Hyeongdo replied with a disinterested expression.

Warm and sweet things? Asking if he wants anything? He couldn’t even imagine it.

And more than anything, it was absurd. What Kim Jaeman suggested was exactly what he had demanded from Seon Ijin. So, he had been asking Seon Ijin for mood and all that.

“I’m not playing house like kids. Why should I go through all that crap with him?”

Kwon Hyeongdo smirked. Leaning forward again, he imagined Seon Ijin’s face still smeared with his essence, scanning the air with narrowed eyes.

“It doesn’t matter if Seon Ijin likes it or not. I even asked him directly and gave him a chance. Isn’t that gentle enough?”

Kwon Hyeongdo couldn’t resist and bit into his cigarette. It was already the last one. He had tried it because it was foreign, but it wasn’t as good as what he usually smoked.

He wondered if he should quit smoking, but there was always an ashtray and lighter on the bench. Lighting up, he continued with a sneer.

“He’s an asset. A product of the racing stable. The product belongs to the store owner, so why should I care? Even if I go right now and spread his legs, what can he do?”

But there was no response from Kim Jaeman.

Kwon Hyeongdo glanced over to see Kim Jaeman’s profile, frozen with his head turned away. His face was full of shock.

Only then did Kwon Hyeongdo turn around. As the smoke he exhaled dissipated, there were jockeys standing there. One of them had a bite mark on his cheek, covered with a patchwork tattoo from a cheap tattoo artist.

“Executive Director! Good work!”

Kwon Hyeongdo stood up abruptly. There was a face that had always bothered him.

Seon Ijin, standing next to the guy with the bite mark, glared at Kwon Hyeongdo with eyes that looked like they could kill, yet seemed on the verge of tears, then turned his head sharply.

“Hey. You punk.”

Ippal was flustered when Ijin suddenly pulled away. Kwon Hyeongdo’s gaze followed Ijin’s retreating figure.

Ippal’s hand barely missed grabbing Ijin. It only brushed his fingertips. Annoyed, Ijin turned back.

He thought he was crying. For sure.

But it seemed to be a mistake. His eyes were burning. They were fierce. Even Kwon Hyeongdo, who had stood up without realizing it, let out a short laugh.

At that moment, Ijin, staring straight at Kwon Hyeongdo, threw what he was holding. It landed diagonally with a thud, not bouncing due to its lack of elasticity, and lay limp on the floor.

What Seon Ijin threw was a cigarette. The brand Kwon Hyeongdo smoked.

“…….”

Kwon Hyeongdo recalled teasing Ijin about being curious about what kind of cigarettes he smoked. When he picked it up, Ijin was already gone. Ippal, who had been glancing between his superior Kwon Hyeongdo and the direction Seon Ijin had left, inadvertently looked at his superior’s groin and was shocked.

Kwon Hyeongdo didn’t care if people were shocked by him. He gripped the cigarette tightly and smiled with twisted lips.

He placed the foreign cigarette on the bench and quickly dressed. Skipping underwear, he put on his jeans, revealing the outline of his member. Hastily puffing on the cigarette, he buttoned his shirt messily and swiftly exited in the direction Seon Ijin had gone.

“…Even dressed like a mess, you look killer.”

One of the jockeys mumbled after a long pause.