DE | Chapter 2.2

Joo Seonghyeok pulled Lee Yeonhong closer, lifting his waist. Following his smooth movements, the dick penetrated deeply, withdrawing to spill sticky fluids. The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed as pussy juice leaked out profusely. His buttocks trembled with each impact. Joo Seonghyeok grimaced, feeling bloated and covered his mouth. Lee Yeonhong smacked his hand away and kissed him again. A string of moans broke through.

“Fuck, shit, ugh, uck…”

Lee Yeonhong must have hidden something inside Joo Seonghyeok’s mouth. Otherwise, why would he explore so thoroughly? But then, one might suspect that Joo Seonghyeok had also hidden something inside his pussy, as Lee Yeonhong’s dick aggressively and tightly plowed through, leaving no crevice unexplored.

But what could be hidden in a pussy? That was just Joo Seonghyeok’s wild thought, a stupid one stemming from overwhelming pleasure. His eyes glazed over, Joo Seonghyeok fiercely grabbed Lee Yeonhong’s hair, swallowing his tongue to its limit.

“Ugh.”

Lee Yeonhong sucked on the tongue voraciously, dribbling saliva as crudely as his pussy. Joo Seonghyeok now moved adeptly, engulfing Lee Yeonhong’s dick to the base and grinding his hips up and down rhythmically, his chest heaving greatly.

Lee Yeonhong ripped off the man’s shirt buttons. The buttons clattered to the bathroom floor. He grasped the exposed nipple and sucked on it, curling his lips around one slightly indented nipple.

“Ah, hick…!”

Joo Seonghyeok sat down on the dick, lifting his heels and trembling. Just from being sucked a little on the chest, his hole fluttered open and closed. Lee Yeonhong tightly grasped the man’s solid buttocks and gently rubbed over the back pussy with his finger. Following the wet trail of the pussy, the finger easily slipped further back due to the moisture.

“This fucker keeps going at the back…”

“I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”

“Uh, no, fuck, go to hell, you bastard!”

Joo Seonghyeok swung his arm at Lee Yeonhong’s face, but the man nonchalantly caught it. Despite his significantly larger size and build, Lee Yeonhong held onto Joo Seonghyeok’s arm and continued to probe his back entrance. As the pussy clenched around the dick, the back hole stretched and tightened, causing Joo Seonghyeok to curl up and tremble.

“The nipple won’t come out because it’s buried?”

Lee Yeonhong bent down to Joo Seonghyeok’s chest, sucking on the nipple while probing the back, trying to draw it out with his teeth. He gnawed persistently as he followed Joo Seonghyeok’s movements, sucking hard enough to draw out tasty fluids, and enjoying the beautiful color and noisy response every time he fingered the pussy.

“This fucker…”

Joo Seonghyeok splashed water on Lee Yeonhong. “Ah, hot!” Lee Yeonhong covered his face and crouched. Unsympathetic to his apparent discomfort, Joo Seonghyeok doused him thoroughly before slicking back his shampooed hair and placing one foot on the edge of the tub.

“Wanna die?”

“You’ve killed me several times already…”

Lee Yeonhong spoke as if wronged, looking up at Joo Seonghyeok. His gaze, however, drifted between Joo Seonghyeok’s legs to the openly displayed pussy. It was so impeccably clean and thickly spread that one wouldn’t think it had just accommodated Lee Yeonhong’s dick. Faced with Joo Seonghyeok’s increasingly menacing expression, he quickly decided to act charming.

Lee Yeonhong bent down to suck on Joo Seonghyeok’s toes. While sucking the calloused toes with his thick tongue, he blushed and flashed a grin. With a tail-wagging demeanor, Joo Seonghyeok incredulously watched before shoving his foot deep into Lee Yeonhong’s mouth.

“Ugh,” Lee Yeonhong moaned as if his Adam’s apple was poked, tightly closing his eyes then opening them as he twisted his head, pushing his sticky tongue between the toes. Joo Seonghyeok had a clear view of the tentacle-like tongue ravaging his foot.

Joo Seonghyeok grimaced. “Disgusting.”

“Uh, umm…” Lee Yeonhong mumbled, his clothes soaked from the water. Joo Seonghyeok, repulsed, pulled his foot from Lee Yeonhong’s mouth and, using his heel, slammed Lee Yeonhong’s head down into the bathtub.

“Stop the nonsense, you fucker. Thought my guts were gonna burst earlier.”

“Ooh… Joo Seonghyeok, you’re too cruel. Why are you so mean?” Lee Yeonhong lamented as he lay sprawled.

Sighing, Joo Seonghyeok started to strip Lee Yeonhong’s clothes off and lathered his body with shampoo, muttering, “Am I washing a damn dog here?” He then grabbed the body wash and began scrubbing vigorously. Lee Yeonhong was pushed around as if he were merely a towel. He protested that this was unfair, whining about how much he enjoyed Joo Seonghyeok’s urine scent, which nearly drove Joo Seonghyeok to strangle him repeatedly to suppress the urge.

“I’m hungry.”

Lee Yeonhong declared his hunger while being washed. Joo Seonghyeok raised an eyebrow, staring at what seemed like a half-crazed monster, trying to discern the true intent behind his words. But Lee Yeonhong genuinely meant he was hungry, nothing more.

“I can’t eat.”

“Why would I eat you, Joo Seonghyeok?”

Lee Yeonhong mumbled with a flushed face.

“I’ll spend my life sucking on you, Joo Seonghyeok, being your furniture. You have to give me all the pussy juice that comes out. You got that? That’s the only way…”

“Fuck, just ask for food, damn it!”

Annoyed, Joo Seonghyeok shoved a shower towel into Lee Yeonhong’s mouth.

After washing up, the two changed into simple clothes. Joo Seonghyeok’s clothes were somewhat large for Lee Yeonhong, but they fit reasonably well once adjusted. With his already unusual appearance, Joo Seonghyeok felt like he had brought a lamp into the office; he was so shiny it was hard to focus on work.

“Why the fuck isn’t he answering the phone?”

Joo Seonghyeok slammed down the receiver. He huffed, puffing out smoke. Quick to notice, Oh Hyeontaek immediately offered him a lighter, and Joo Seonghyeok lit his cigarette. Meanwhile, Lee Yeonhong, who had been fiddling with paper and folding cranes, blinked.

“Did you check the buyer properly?”

“Yes, they were supposed to contact us at two this afternoon.”

“But fuck, do these jackass bastards think my phone is made of water? How many times is this they haven’t answered?”

“I’ll check again.”

Joo Seonghyeok exhaled a cloud of smoke, irritable, and jabbed at Lee Yeonhong.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“Make some coffee.”

With a hint of sly understanding, Lee Yeonhong quietly got up and scurried to the pantry, grabbing a handful of coffee mixes, unsure of Joo Seonghyeok’s preference. Planning to make several cups, he was collecting them when he heard:

“Hey.”

Lee Yeonhong turned his head. There stood one of the thugs from earlier, a bulky figure blocking his path. Lee Yeonhong blinked and pointed at himself.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“I’m Lee Yeonhong.”

“Lee Yeonhong or fuck off, the boss likes you, so you think you’re safe? You like that? Huh?”

“What’s your name?”

“Kim Daejin, you fucker.”

“Mr. Kim Daejin.”

Lee Yeonhong smiled sweetly.

“I’m neither a fucker nor a son of a bitch.”

“Fuck, don’t you get it, you idiot! Out with you, huh?”

“I need to make coffee.”

“I need to make coffee?” Kim Daejin snorted derisively, his chubby neck folding under his chin, his head nearly bald, and a gold chain necklace around his neck, a sleeveless shirt revealing arms tattooed with tigers as intimidating as his physique.

But to Lee Yeonhong, he appeared just a well-marbled piece of meat, somewhat less marbled and sweaty from eating all day—a man who seemed to like his meat with layers of dirt wedged in his belly folds. By Lee Yeonhong’s judgment, not worth eating. Lee Yeonhong tried to step aside, but Kim Daejin blocked him.

“Gonna bang heads?”

Despite the overt display of hierarchy, Joo Seonghyeok merely smoked and watched with interest. Lee Yeonhong glanced at him then unexpectedly felt a slap twist his head. The office fell silent.

Given his slender build, Lee Yeonhong should have stumbled and fallen after being hit by Kim Daejin, known for being one of the most violent and strong thugs in Geumho. Yet only his head turned slightly, adding a subtle tension. Lee Yeonhong slowly lifted his gaze, blinking his purple eyes.

At that moment, Joo Seonghyeok’s heart lurched.

Kill him?
Eat him?
Reveal he’s a monster?

Joo Seonghyeck licked his lower lip, his red tongue boldly swiping across it, his stomach churning. Joo Seonghyeck thought, if Lee Yeonhong wanted, he could devour everything here, and it wouldn’t matter. The value of the monster named Lee Yeonhong was considerable. Losing Oh Hyeontaek would be regrettable, but Lee Yeonhong could replace him. A thrill he couldn’t understand surged through him, his veins throbbing with rushing blood.

“…Ah.”

Lee Yeonhong nodded as if he finally understood.

He bowed his head to the floor gracefully. Kim Daejin corrected his posture, not forgetting to clasp his hands behind his back. Joo Seonghyeck stared hard at Lee Yeonhong, then extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray with a look of boredom. Lee Yeonhong was a socialized monster, at least in Joo Seonghyeck’s view. Whatever lay inside the man.

Sometime later, Lee Yeonhong returned with coffee. He placed four paper cups of different mixed coffees on Joo Seonghyeck’s desk and laughed heartily. Joo Seonghyeck was so astounded he couldn’t speak. The man had drunk three cups of coffee and seemed too full for dinner.

“Hyuntaek.”

“Yes, boss.”

“Drink this.”

Oh Hyeontaek grimaced as he drank the coffee Lee Yeonhong made. Lee Yeonhong smiled again, doodling on paper. Joo Seonghyeck glanced at the contents, which were in a language he couldn’t recognize.

“What did you write?”

“Turkish.”

“You lived in Turkey?”

“Yes, for a while.”

“What did you do there?”

“I was in the mafia.”

“…Mafia?”

Joo Seonghyeok lowered his voice without realizing it. Lee Yeonhong started writing elegantly on his paper.

[I’ve been involved in human trafficking, drug dealing, and gambling. That’s what I did.]

“Were you born there?”

[No, I was born somewhere else.]

Joo Seonghyeok suddenly noticed that Lee Yeonhong was writing with his left hand.

[What else are you curious about?]

Joo Seonghyeok puffed hard on his cigarette. The only ones left in the office were Joo Seonghyeok and Lee Yeonhong. Lee Yeonhong was devouring a Whopper, seemingly starving as he didn’t skip the fries either. Watching him eat, Joo Seonghyeok narrowed his eyes, wondering if this guy really was a monster, and nudged Lee Yeonhong with the tip of his shoe.