DE | Chapter 2.4

Joo Seonghyeok had three cigarettes clamped in his mouth at once. After lighting them up, he exhaled a cloud of smoke much thicker than usual, filling the office to the point where someone had to cough and open a window. The smell was even worse due to the blasting air conditioner. Lee Yeonhong knelt quietly next to the man, acting as his ashtray. Only Oh Hyeontaek looked on, puzzled by the scene.

While stamping documents, Joo Seonghyeok soon gritted his teeth and flung the papers away, which fluttered down pathetically.

“Do it over!”

He felt like jumping up and slamming his desk, but a sharp pain in his back stopped him. Lee Yeonhong had done such a sloppy job that it seemed it would hurt for a while.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Kim Daejin had been coughing from the cigarette smoke all along. Initially, no one cared, but as the coughing grew worse, people began to notice. It clearly annoyed Joo Seonghyeok. He tapped the table lightly. Kim Daejin coughed as if he was going to vomit his guts out. Someone muttered, “That crazy bastard.” It seemed he had no intention of stepping outside to cough.

Eventually, Joo Seonghyeok called out,

“Daejin.”

“Cough… Yes, Boss.”

“Come here.”

Kim Daejin stumbled over to Joo Seonghyeok, his face red as if about to burst, clinking his gold necklace and gasping for air. Joo Seonghyeok tapped his chin, causing his cheeks to jiggle.

“Ah, do it.”

“Ah…”

“Swallow it.”

Joo Seonghyeok put the three cigarettes he had in his mouth into Kim Daejin’s mouth and ordered him to swallow. Kim Daejin’s face turned a panicked shade of purple. Unsure what to do, he gulped, but the taste of stale cigarette ash and someone else’s saliva made him gag, and he vomited right in front of Joo Seonghyeok. Along with the cigarette butts, he also threw up the pork ribs he had eaten earlier. Joo Seonghyeok blinked quietly as he watched.

A few drops of vomit splattered on the man’s shoes.

The office froze solid, with no one daring to move except for Kim Daejin, who covered his mouth and trembled with fat cheeks rolling in his eyes. Joo Seonghyeok snapped his fingers. Lee Yeonhong got up naturally.

“Hey.”

“Yes.”

“Hit this guy.”

“What?”

“Like he hit you, give it a try.”

As Joo Seonghyeok stepped back, Lee Yeonhong, with his lush eyelashes fluttering, stood in front of Kim Daejin, who sighed in relief internally. If Joo Seonghyeok had hit him, he wouldn’t have walked away unscathed. He slowly lowered his hand covering his mouth, and then everything flipped upside down.

Thump, crash!

With one slap from Lee Yeonhong, Kim Daejin’s body flew backward and rolled on the floor. Joo Seonghyeok burst out laughing, clearly amused, pointing and giggling at Kim Daejin.

“Stupid idiot! Can’t even take that!”

Joo Seonghyeok continued to laugh uproariously in the quiet office, tears nearly forming from his joy. Lee Yeonhong was the only one smiling amiably, while everyone else remained silent.

“Ah, I can’t take it anymore. Let’s go drink, guys, huh?”

Joo Seonghyeok’s eyelids were gently curved as he smiled affectionately.

Joo Seonghyeok was surrounded by two women at his side, arms linked and clinging to him the whole time. They kept refilling his glass as soon as it was empty, fussing over how handsome he was. Joo Seonghyeok wasn’t displeased—in fact, he felt rather good, not because of these women, but because of Lee Yeonhong’s earlier actions. He really enjoyed the violent spectacle that unfolded before him.

“Hey Hyeontaek, more ice.”

“Yes, understood.”

Among them, the youngest were two—Lee Daesoo and Choi Chihyun. Lee Daesoo had entered the gangster life late, trying to learn the ropes, but his timing was unfortunate as Lee Yeonhong rolled into the picture, complicating his situation. Though Oh Hyeontaek looked after them, they were adults after all and he couldn’t afford to always clean up after them. They had to survive on their own.

“How can boss be so cool?”

Lee Daesoo peeled off one of the women who had been hanging onto Joo Seonghyeok and sat next to him. Joo Seonghyeok twitched an eyebrow, not seeming to mind the flattery. Lee Daesoo skillfully poured the liquor, performing flashy tricks with the bottle, filling the glasses just to the brink—it was entertaining to watch. Joo Seonghyeok replied playfully, “Do you think I’m cool?”

“Of course, looking at boss, from head to toe, it’s all exclamation marks. Especially your style—it’s to die for. Can’t you feel the girls swooning?”

Choi Chihyun bit his lip uneasily as Lee Daesoo spoke. Then he swiftly moved between Joo Seonghyeok’s legs. The atmosphere in the room had turned blatantly sexual. Choi Chihyun, lifting his brown eyes to Joo Seonghyeok, said, “Boss, boss, let me suck it.”

Lee Yeonhong, who had been drinking silently, shifted his eyes. Joo Seonghyeok smirked and shoved his fingers into Choi Chihyun’s mouth, stirring messily. The bulky man’s fingers were thick and stout, quickly filling Choi Chihyun’s mouth with saliva.

“Can you suck it well?”

“Guh…”

“You probably can’t.”

Then, slowly turning his head, Joo Seonghyeok looked at Lee Yeonhong.

“Pretty boy, come here. Want to try sucking?”

Lee Yeonhong blinked his distinct purple eyes as the eyes of gangsters and women around focused on him. Despite the hostile stares, he wasn’t fazed. Standing up proudly, he joined Joo Seonghyeok, who pushed Choi Chihyun away and spread his legs wide in an arrogant display. Lee Yeonhong pursed his lips, finished his drink, set down his glass, and took his place between Joo Seonghyeok’s legs. His slender fingers traced Joo Seonghyeok’s thigh.

“Me?”

“You look like you could do it well.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

Lies. Liar. Joo Seonghyeok’s mouth curled up.

He unzipped his pants, and out popped his excited penis head—red, firm, and grotesquely shaped, just like his body, rubbing against Lee Yeonhong’s lips. Lee Yeonhong pretended to open his mouth willingly but barely got it halfway before he gagged. His daintiness was both infuriating and refreshing. Joo Seonghyeok was secretly tempted to ask.

Did you want to do this?

Lee Yeonhong struggled to move his head back and forth, barely managing to suck the tip. Like an idiot who couldn’t use his tongue, it was inevitable to feel a sense of conquest. What more could he want from a man who was sucking his dick like candy?

Joo Seonghyeok, with aroused eyes, firmly grasped Lee Yeonhong’s hair and forcefully thrust his penis deep inside the man. Lee Yeonhong staggered backward, then steadied himself, trying not to let his teeth touch, and choked as he took it in. The room was filled with heat, and as hands crudely handled the women, Joo Seonghyeok busied himself raping Lee Yeonhong’s mouth.

“Fuck… I’ll fuck your eyes out today. Ah…”

Joo Seonghyeok trembled as he ejaculated. Lee Yeonhong, unable to catch all the semen, coughed, and semen dripped down the sides of his mouth. Joo Seonghyeok then took an ice cube from his drink and put it into Lee Yeonhong’s mouth.

Joo Seonghyeok left the room, crunching ice behind him and Lee Yeonhong limping after him. They entered a new room where the waiters hurriedly brought in drinks and food. As they set the table, Joo Seonghyeok sat on the sofa smoking. Lee Yeonhong sat across from him.

Joo Seonghyeok inhaled the cigarette smoke and spread his legs again.

“Suck it.”

This time, it was clear what he meant.

Lee Yeonhong playfully crossed the table wearing shoes, came over to Joo Seonghyeok, who reeked of booze, and smiled as he said, “I’ve never done this before.”

Then he got slapped. Joo Seonghyeok grinned and pulled down his pants and underwear. Lee Yeonhong gently rubbed his cheek and then licked Joo Seonghyeok’s vulva. The vaginal fluids were overflowing. If he didn’t lick it all up soon, it would spill over. Pushing his tongue into the split flesh, he swallowed the pooled fluids.

After all, Joo Seonghyeok was Lee Yeonhong’s superior—where else would you find a boss ordering to lick his vulva? Of course, if he said this out loud, Lee Yeonhong’s silver tongue might extend a good two meters.

“Ugh, ha…”

Lee Yeonhong fumbled on the table and pulled out a round ice cube, rubbing it over Joo Seonghyeok’s back vulva. The man shrieked as the ice slipped in. The tightness was no joke.

“This fucking bitch…!”

Joo Seonghyeok wanted to slap Lee Yeonhong or grab his hair, but the ice entering from behind was too cold to do anything. Meanwhile, Lee Yeonhong took a sip of Jack Daniels and poured it straight into the vulva. The burning sensation rushed in instantly, making the scene blurry and intoxicating. Joo Seonghyeok’s face flushed red.

Lee Yeonhong, his hair slightly disheveled, pushed it back behind his ear and drank the liquor pooled between the widely spread legs, resembling a vulva. Joo Seonghyeok gasped, unable to speak, his head seemingly about to fall beneath the sofa.

“You’re like a prostitute.”

Lee Yeonhong said, his lips wet with alcohol and vaginal fluids.

“I’ve never known any prostitute who sells alcohol with her pussy.”

Despite the blatant mockery, Joo Seonghyeok couldn’t respond and struggled to free himself. His body was strangely heated. It was hot and then cold. His stomach was churning. A violent and sharp pleasure swept through him.

“It’s hot,” he managed to say through barely parted lips, words bursting forth. Tears streamed down his face. When the front tightened, the back felt cold, and when the back tightened, the front was hot.

Lee Yeonhong grabbed Joo Seonghyeok’s firm legs, trying to escape, and wrapped them around his neck. The surprised muscles tightened severely, the veins pressing down on the flesh turning blue. Like a metal teapot heating up, the skin got hotter, and like melting metal, it felt sticky.

Lee Yeonhong wrapped Joo Seonghyeok’s legs completely around his neck and sucked deeply on his pussy, then extended his tongue long like a tentacle. The thick, bumpy tongue burrowed into the vagina, prodding deeply.

“Ah! Ah…!”

The tongue went in too deeply. Swirling in a sensation beyond description, Joo Seonghyeok, out of his mind, covered his face with his palms, lifting his hips, trembling. Ejaculate flowed from his erect penis, spraying over his shirt.

The taste was good, soaked with alcohol deep inside the pussy. As he prodded with his tongue, spit and vaginal fluids splashed about. The elongated tongue explored further inside.

Lee Yeonhong wished there was a womb inside there.

“I wish you could bear my child…”

Joo Seonghyeok was too gone to even dislike the taste. The tongue scraped the vaginal walls, wriggling wildly like a tentacle. The ice pushed into the back had melted by now, water dripping down.

The prodding felt good, making his mouth open naturally. His eyes, hot and twisted, panted ceaselessly. Lee Yeonhong, with his fingers wet, prodded the backside, spreading it wide. The tight hole contracted and then expanded.

“Ah…!”