Chapter 57
Under the desk, Yeonho was flushed red, panting heavily as he desperately sucked on Seungjo's cock. His loose white shirt stuck to his damp skin, soaked through with sweat.
He looked completely disheveled and worn out, his jaw trembling from the relentless strain.
Min-hyuk stood there in silence for a full nineteen seconds, his eyes pinned to the sight of Yeonho swallowing and gasping over Seungjo's thick length.
It was an undeniable turn-on. Min-hyuk had never imagined Yeonho would be bold enough to pull a stunt like this during work hours—let alone with a whole board of executives sitting right in front of them.
He knew Yeonho was shameless, but this was on another level. Watching him take another man's cock so eagerly made a slow smirk spread across Min-hyuk's face. Leaning close, he reached out and cupped Yeonho's burning cheek.
"You've been at this for a while now, huh?" Min-hyuk whispered.
Yeonho dragged his heavy gaze over to Min-hyuk, letting Seungjo's cock pop out of his mouth with a wet sound.
"H-Help me... Haah.." Yeonho breathed, his chest heaving for lack of air. "My...My face is gettingsore..."
Min-hyuk's eyes curled with amusement. Looking into those sharp dark eyes, Yeonho realized instantly that Min-Hyuk was up to something.
"Shhh..." Min-hyuk hummed softly. "Just keep going and make him finish. Why not enjoy it and end what you started, hmm? I'll help you."
Min-hyuk slowly backed away. Yeonho reached out to grab his arm, but his hand only swiped through empty air.
'Min-hyuk, you absolute bastard...'
Scooping up the fallen pens from the carpet, Min-hyuk placed them back on the desk.
He casually rested a hand on Seungjo's shoulder, facing forward toward the busy executives before leaning down to murmur in a voice meant strictly for Seungjo's ears.
"I didn't know you liked getting sucked in front of an audience, Seungjo. Are you having fun?" Min-hyuk teased, letting out a low chuckle.
Seungjo kept his face deadpan, ignoring the provocation entirely. What he didn't realize was that Min-hyuk was already slipping his phone out of his pocket.
Standing slightly behind Seungjo's chair, Min-hyuk kept the device hidden from his line of sight.
But Yeonho, peering up from under the desk, saw everything.
Min-hyuk was recording a video. He pretended to idle on his phone, but the camera lens was angled straight down toward Yeonho under the desk.
Min-hyuk flashed a subtle "all good" sign with his fingers, telling Yeonho to keep going.
Yeonho rolled his eyes, but his mind raced.
'That video... I can use that as extra weapon against Seungjo later.'
Annoyed as he was, a fresh surge of determination hit him. He was going to make Seungjo blow his load, and he was going to make sure every single drop was caught on camera.
In one smooth, aggressive move, Yeonho took Seungjo's whole cock back into his mouth, taking the thick head all the way to his throat. He started bobbing his head with relentless, desperate speed.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, his hands gripping Seungjo's thighs tightly to force himself deeper with every thrust.
The sudden, intense tightness made Seungjo's breath hitch. He glanced down, instantly reading the dangerous intent in Yeonho's teary blue eyes.
Seungjo reached down to shove Yeonho away for the third time, but Min-hyuk's heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder, stopping him.
Seungjo shot a murderous glare up at Min-hyuk.
Both of them were clearly playing a game, but he wasn't about to let them win. Seungjo reached down with his right hand and yanked Yeonho's blonde hair hard, violently pulling him off his hardened cock.
"You're no fun, Seungjo. Let him enjoy it," Min-hyuk's voice dropped, low and mocking.
The sharp shift in tone caught the attention of the executives and bodyguards in the room.
"Pardon? Did you say something, Chairman Baek?" one of the executives asked, turning around.
Every eye in the room landed on Seungjo and Min-hyuk.
"It seems Chairman Baek is feeling a bit dizzy. I'm just checking on him," Min-hyuk lied smoothly, offering an effortless, reassuring smile.
At that exact second, Yeonho took advantage of the distraction. Without warning, he shoved Seungjo's throbbing cock back into his mouth, working his lips faster and rougher than before.
Seungjo's head tilted back slightly against his will, his throat letting out a silent, strained breath.
As much as he hated being played, the pleasure was undeniable. Holding back for over twenty minutes had pushed his body to the absolute limit. The intense throbbing pooling in his gut was shattering his focus, and it was all because of the shameless creature beneath his desk.
Seungjo stared down, watching Yeonho choke on his cock, desperately taking every inch as if his life depended on it. Those tear-filled blue eyes locked onto his, silently demanding that Seungjo look at no one else.
'That face...' Seungjo knew Yeonho was Hana's twin, but in moments like this, the raw, difference between them was blinding.
Min-hyuk smoothly handled the executives, talking about the upcoming Dior shoot to keep them occupied while keeping his phone camera aimed right at the action beneath the desk.
"Mmph... Hnh..." Yeonho's muffled moans leaked out, buried against Seungjo's groin.
Unable to resist any longer, Seungjo's hands dropped onto Yeonho's head, finally taking control of the rhythm.
Noticing the shift, Yeonho moved in closer, wrapping his arms around Seungjo's hips to pull him tight against his face as he swallowed the heavy thrusts.
After a few more deep, forceful shoves, Seungjo hit his boiling point. A wave of heat rushed through his veins. He rested his free hand flat against the desk, biting his lower lip hard to suppress a groan, his brows furrowing in sheer restraint.
"Fuck..." Seungjo hissed under his breath.
He gripped Yeonho's hair and shoved his head down, burying his cock so deep into Yeonho's throat that Yeonho's breathing cut out entirely.
With a final, deep push, Seungjo hit his climax. He yanked Yeonho off his cock just in time, shooting a heavy, thick spurt of hot cum straight across Yeonho's face.
The white liquid splashed over Yeonho's flushed skin, dripping down his nose and cheeks.
Yeonho sat there panting, his tongue hanging out as he gasped for air. Seungjo yanked his hair one last time, pulling his face up close to watch his own hot cum run down Yeonho's features before finally letting him go.
Slowly, Seungjo leaned back into his leather chair, recovering his breath.
'What the am I thinking...?' he thought, his mind reeling. Getting off in front of his own employees, brought to a climax by none other than Hana's twin brother.
He had actually cum from getting sucked off by another man.
Suppressing the tremor in his hands, Seungjo cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, acting as if nothing had happened. Beneath the desk margin, he zipped up his trousers, tucking his softening cock back into his pants.
"Are we finished?" Seungjo addressed his directors, his voice cool and steady. "If so, hand over the final contracts and leave. Inform the department about the changes regarding our new model."
He calmly removed his reading glasses, placing them flat on the desk.
The executives nodded, closing their laptops and handing over the signed folders. They asked if Chairman Baek needed a doctor, but Seungjo dismissed them with a sharp wave of his hand.
"I want the room cleared. All of you, step outside and guard the main hallway," Seungjo ordered.
The guards hesitated briefly, but bowed and exited alongside the staff, shutting the heavy double doors behind them.
The moment the lock clicked, Seungjo grabbed Yeonho by the arm, dragged him out from under the desk, and threw him onto the carpet.
Yeonho brushed his messy blonde hair out of his eyes as Min-hyuk stepped over to help him up.
"What the hell?" Yeonho snapped, wiping his chin. "You just throw people around like trash?"
"How did you get in here?" Seungjo's voice was deathly quiet as he stood up. "Did you honestly think I would let this slide?"
'Oops... He's actually mad.'
The dark, lethal look in Seungjo's eyes sent a sharp shiver down Yeonho's spine. Seungjo looked ready to snap his neck.
Still, Yeonho didn't back down. He had the audio—and now Min-hyuk had the video.
"Answer me," Seungjo demanded, taking a step forward.
"The door wasn't locked, okay!" Yeonho argued back. "It's not my fault you left your office wide open! And why are you screaming at me? You just came all over my face and choked me with your dick, and you're the one throwing a tantrum?"
"You little..." Seungjo's fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. Yeonho's words hit a raw nerve because every single word was true.
Grabbing a box of tissues from the desk, Yeonho wiped the sticky white cum off his face and neck, deciding it was time to pivot.
"Look, it's done. Just hand me the contract so I can sign it," Yeonho said, tossing the dirty tissue into the trash.
"I'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. You hate having me around anyway."
"You will leave when I tell you to leave," Seungjo said coldly, tossing a thick black folder onto the desk.
Yeonho snatched it up and flipped it open.
The first contract was a standard exclusive modeling agreement under Seungjo's agency, assigning him an assistant manager while keeping overall management directly under Baek Seungjo himself.
But when Yeonho turned to the second document, he froze.
"Subject A must comply with his suitor's orders to maintain operational order..."
Yeonho read aloud, his eyes widening.
"What the hell is this? Subject A must present himself on demand, or face legal penalties if expectations are not met... Are you insane? What kind of contract is this?!"
"I'm glad you asked," Seungjo replied, sitting back into his leather chair with his hands folded.
"This is a binding personal agreement between us. I won't have you running around blackmailing me or allow you to wander around holding recordings over my head or executing whatever childish schemes you're planning. If you ever try to use anything against me, I will personally ruin your reputation, leak where you live, and hand you over to your Father."
"You're using a fake contract to counter-blackmail me?! Are you serious right now?!"
"Call it what you want," Seungjo said coldly.
"In exchange, I'll be quiet about your father and protect your spot in the agency. It's a mutual arrangement. If you plan on playing games with me, make sure you don't get caught."
Yeonho stared at the paper in disbelief. Using a legal document to chain him down was psychotic. He had expected Seungjo to sign him as a model to keep an eye on him, but he hadn't anticipated a literal control clause.
According to the terms, Seungjo held absolute authority as his superior, while Yeonho was only granted specific requests if he proved useful or performed well enough to satisfy Seungjo.
'Fucking asshole... This entire thing is heavily stacked in his favor.'
Still, Yeonho's eyes glinted with a dark spark.
It wasn't a total loss. This contract gave him direct, guaranteed access to Seungjo's inner circle. And if he performed well enough to manipulate Seungjo's trust, he could request whatever he wanted in return.
Without another word, Yeonho grabbed a pen from the desk and slapped his signature onto both documents.
Signing his name felt like signing a deal with the devil—and he couldn't wait to see who would break first.
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