KTSR | Chapter 31

“No, I don’t care about the old man’s youngest daughter’s taste. Now I see you’re trying to make me do chores too? If you keep making me do these errands, I’ll just quit, okay?”

Ijin returned to his seat, turned on the computer, and stared at the black screen as it booted up.

Adjusting the monitor angle slightly, he caught sight of Kwon Hyeongdo lounging with his feet up on the desk.

Today, he was wearing an aloha shirt again—its open collar revealing faint bite marks.

Ijin quickly averted his gaze.

“Speak for yourself… Did I find anything? I did, but I need to look into it more.”

While on the call, Kwon Hyeongdo was stacking matches like a tower with one hand. He seemed quite annoyed by the lengthy conversation, running his hand down his face.

“Just tell me the old man’s goal straight up. What do you want? Overturn it, or flip it over?”

The screen turned on. Ijin opened a Word file and returned to the section he had last worked on. He had filled quite a few sections, thanks to his increasing typing speed.

“Ah, I don’t know. If we’re going to have these pointless conversations, just don’t contact me until I reach out first. You’re coming down anyway, right?”

Kwon Hyeongdo soon ended the call.

When he tossed his phone onto the desk, the tower he might have painstakingly built collapsed with a crash.

“Ha… Getting older just makes you talk more.”

Kwon Hyeongdo seemed a bit irritated. The sound of him lighting a cigarette was faint.

Silence followed. Ijin was still staring at the monitor without moving the mouse.

“……”

He was just exhaling cigarette smoke.

Naturally, Ijin expected Kwon Hyeongdo to pick a fight as usual. Then, he would humor him and steer the conversation toward the trainer topic.

But today, Kwon Hyeongdo didn’t leave any room for that.

Ijin, of course, couldn’t wait any longer. His patience reached its limit in an instant.

Abruptly, he stood up and approached Kwon Hyeongdo’s desk.

Even though Kwon Hyeongdo saw him coming, he didn’t react—aside from casually pulling the ashtray lined with wet tissue closer.

“I need a trainer.”

Ijin got straight to the point.

“If we keep going like this, we won’t be able to use the horses for long. That’s not just a loss for us, right?”

“I’m not disappointed.”

“Your boss or whoever might be.”

“I don’t know about that either.”

Kwon Hyeongdo was definitely in a worse mood than usual. It was different from when his face was glowing after spending three days with Ijin. Now, he was busy turning his head away, not even looking at Ijin.

“Get me a trainer.”

“For free? Are you asking a thug to do charity?”

At the sarcastic remark, Ijin clenched his fist tightly. His anger, always teetering on the edge, was bubbling up.

“What do I need to do?”

“I should want something, but I don’t need anything right now.”

His attitude made it seem like he had already seen everything there was to see with Ijin.

Meanwhile, Ijin’s backside was still sore and aching. Even though Kwon Hyeongdo had said it wouldn’t end with just once…

But there was no way he would ever bring up such things in front of Kim Jaeman.

Besides, now that his mind was clearer and his stamina had somewhat recovered, he realized just how insane the things he had said back then were.

The mere thought of it still made his face burn.

“Oh. Right. How about a little suck?”

Kwon Hyeongdo asked nonchalantly, putting out his cigarette, as Ijin’s face turned slightly red.

“Here.”

He exhaled smoke through his nose, looking genuinely annoyed by everything. He seemed fed up.

“……”

“If you don’t want to, forget it.”

He seemed ready to stand up and leave with his jacket.

Ijin, biting his lip until it nearly bled, gritted his teeth and spoke.

Yeah, whatever. He had already given it up once—what was the big deal about his mouth? Compared to that creepy kiss with Kwon Hyeongdo, this might even be better.

As far as Ijin remembered, Kwon Hyeongdo didn’t have beads on his dick.

Ijin clenched his jaw and muttered,

“Lock the door and let me do it.”

“Who’s coming? Just do it quickly.”

Kwon Hyeongdo nodded toward Ijin.

But Ijin didn’t move, his feet feeling as if they were glued to the floor.

Seeing this, Kwon Hyeongdo started to rise from his seat.

Finally, Ijin stepped beside him.

Kwon Hyeongdo spun his chair around, making space.

When Ijin reached out his hand, Kwon Hyeongdo shook his head.

“No.”

“……”

“Not with your hand, with this.”

Kwon Hyeongdo tapped Ijin’s lips with his finger, then pointed between his legs.

“Use your teeth to unzip it.”

Ijin hesitated for a moment.

Seeing him clench his fist, Kwon Hyeongdo covered his mouth to hide his laughter.

Kwon Hyeongdo hated being told what to do. Unless it seemed fun, he rarely listened.

Just a moment ago, Chairman Choi’s call had annoyed him so much that he considered quitting.

But thanks to Seon Ijin, he had found amusement again.

“What are you doing? Hurry up.”

“…You won’t change your mind again, like when you go to the bathroom and come out?”

“I don’t want to do anything that would make me lose my balls, but the profits here have decreased a bit. I can’t guarantee anything.”

“Then quit. Go lose your balls.”

Ijin gritted his teeth and stood up.

As he was about to leave, his head—so light and broken—felt like it was about to explode.

He turned back, clenched his fist, and shouted angrily,

“It’d be better to find some rich guy to suck off!”

At the sound of Ijin’s furious footsteps, Kwon Hyeongdo couldn’t hold back his laughter.

“Who? Ppochi? Or the chief executive officer? That guy’s 300 million won in debt. If he had money, he’d blow it all on baccarat. Do you really think he has any?”

“……”

“On the other hand, I’m loaded.”

Kwon Hyeongdo proudly puffed out his chest.

Ijin scoffed.

“Then why do you drive a crappy car and sleep in a motel?”

“The motel is because there’s no hotel. And crappy car? Are you talking about my lovely ride? That’s disappointing, not appreciating its charm. It’s better than the horses here. They’re about to become useless without a trainer.”

Horses were Ijin’s trigger. His head felt like it was about to explode. As he turned back, Kwon Hyeongdo watched him approach and waited for Ijin to throw himself at him, then grabbed his head and forced him down.

“Ugh, ah! Let go! Let go!”

“The old man had a daughter at his age, and he dotes on her. I heard she rides horses. Rumor has it she has three trainers. Can’t we get at least one of them?”

Ijin froze at those words while struggling with his head held.

“How about now? Are you desperate? Anxious? Burning up?”

“……”

“Is your mouth watering?”

Kwon Hyeongdo tapped Ijin’s chin.

Ijin glared at Kwon Hyeongdo with eyes that could kill. That look sent shivers down Kwon Hyeongdo’s spine. It was maddeningly arousing.

He pulled the chair closer, pushing his lower body towards Ijin. He stroked Ijin’s head as if taming him.

“Suck it, or just leave. Are you curious about some other guy’s dick? If so, I can find one for you.”

The choice was clear.

Ijin gritted his teeth. At the same time, he reminded himself. He already gave up his bottom, so what’s the big deal about his mouth? He thought of the innocent eyes of Clover. He closed his eyes tightly and opened his trembling lips.

He felt around Kwon Hyeongdo’s crotch with his lips and unzipped it with his teeth. Kwon Hyeongdo let out a low, satisfied sigh. He could feel the heat rising under his nose. Kwon Hyeongdo was wearing bright red underwear today.

“…Your taste in underwear is shit.”

“You don’t know fashion because you’re stuck here. This is sexy. Oh, there. Rub your face there. Like you do with your horse.”

“Don’t mention Clover with that filthy mouth….”

“What? Is it your lover or something?”

Kwon Hyeongdo laughed and pressed Ijin’s head down harder. His face was buried in Kwon Hyeongdo’s crotch. The most humiliating part was that Kwon Hyeongdo wasn’t even slightly aroused.

“Make it hard yourself.”

To emphasize that it was now entirely up to Seon Ijin’s will, Kwon Hyeongdo let go of his hand.

Even though he was free, Ijin couldn’t stand up or leave.

When he tried to use his hands, Kwon Hyeongdo made a disapproving sound, forcing him to lower the band with his lips instead.

His jaw already ached.

Ijin grimaced at the sight of Kwon Hyeongdo’s thick pubic hair and barely managed to take the tip into his mouth.

“Do your best. I hope your tongue is as sharp as your words. Try poking that hole too.”

Kwon Hyeongdo thrust his hips, rubbing his glans against Ijin’s mouth. The suggestion to lick the urethra made Ijin feel nauseous. He closed his eyes tightly and started shaking his head.

“Ah. You’re really bad at this.”

Kwon Hyeongdo was amazed at how bad Ijin was. Despite preferring skill over clumsiness, he didn’t tell him to stop. Just seeing Ijin’s struggling face was enough to turn him on.

Eventually, Kwon Hyeongdo hooked his fingers into Ijin’s mouth and pulled it open.