Chapter 58
"I signed both of them," Yeonho declared, setting the pen down flat on the desk.
"Now that it's official. Keep your end of the deal—don't call my father or Hana. I'll play along."
Seungjo picked up the documents without a word, filed them securely inside a heavy black binder, and locked it away in the bottom drawer of his desk.
"Now tell me," Seungjo said, locking the drawer with a crisp click. "How did you get my clothes? Did you sneak into my room just like you snuck into my office?"
"Well... That's a secret."
"Choi Yeonho."
"Seriously, don't ask," Yeonho sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"The clothes left in my room were atrocious and didn't fit right, so I borrowed your shirt."
A heavy silence settled over the room as Seungjo stared at him, his face unreadable.
"Forget it," Seungjo snapped, waving a hand toward the door. "Get out of my sight. Now."
"What about Hana? Don't you want to hear her secret?"
"No. I know it's a lie. Get out before I lose my patience."
Without waiting for another response, Seungjo turned back to his dual monitors, his fingers flying across the keyboard as bright light reflected off his reading glasses.
He was done dealing with Yeonho.
Clearing the room was the only way to maintain his composure.
If Yeonho stayed another minute, Seungjo knew he would snap and drag him out himself.
Before Yeonho could offer another witty remark, a pair of strong arms locked around his waist from behind. Min-hyuk hoisted him off the floor in one smooth motion, throwing Yeonho's upper body over his broad shoulder.
Yeonho gasped, his vision flipping upside down. "Min-hyuk?! What the hell are you doing?"
"Sex. That's what," Min-hyuk replied plainly, adjusting his grip around Yeonho's thigh. "I'm kinda pissed you sucked off Seungjo before me."
"Huh? You're actually throwing a fit over that?" Yeonho scoffed, dangling over his back. "Trust me, Seungjo didn't enjoy it, so drop the attitude."
Seungjo's fingers paused over the keyboard for a fraction of a second at Yeonho's words before resuming his cold demeanor. He kept typing without glancing up, the steady clatter continues, ignoring them entirely.
'Is he really ignoring me after painting my face with his cum?' Yeonho thought, rolling his eyes.
"Let's move," Min-hyuk murmured, slapping Yeonho's butt, turning toward the exit.
"Whatever..."
As they crossed the threshold, Yeonho caught Seungjo's gaze through the crack of the door. Those dark eyes burned with silent intensity—there was no way Seungjo was going to forget what happened under that desk.
It was going to eat at his mind, exactly as Yeonho intended.
Min-hyuk carried Yeonho down the quiet hallway toward the guest wing.
A few passing servants froze in their tracks, staring in shock as the star model paraded through the estate holding a half-naked young man over his shoulder. Yeonho merely flashed them a sweet, shameless grin, completely unbothered that he was wearing their boss's white button-down.
Unbothered by the staring staff, Min-hyuk quickened his pace.
Reaching the room, he kicked the door open, strode straight to the king-sized bed, and tossed Yeonho onto the center of the mattress,
Before Yeonho could sit up, Min-hyuk hovered over him, planting a knee between his thighs and brushing a damp strand of blonde hair out of his face.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The air in the room grew thick and heavy, charged with an undeniable, simmering tensio and physical intent.
"I take it you prepared yourself?" Min-hyuk asked softly.
"Why don't you find out..." Yeonho purred, resting his hands lightly over Min-hyuk's broad shoulders.
Shifting closer between Yeonho's thighs, Min-hyuk pulled a square foil packet from his pocket and tossed it onto the nightstand.
He slid his hand under the white shirt, tracing the plane of Yeonho's back, only for his fingers to bump into something rigid.
"What's this?"
"Oops..."
Min-hyuk pulled out the heavy black folder hidden against Yeonho's spine, flipping it open to read the title, letting out a chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You were digging through Seungjo's office? Does he know?"
"No. Don't tell him," Yeonho urged. "Ignore that for now..."
"Whatever you say." Min-hyuk tossed the file onto the rug, completely unconcerned.
Reaching down, he stripped away Yeonho's sleep shorts, leaving him bare from the waist down. Min-hyuk let out a low, appreciative whistle.
His skin was pale, smooth, and entirely hairless—an immaculate, alabaster white that surpassed any woman Min-hyuk had ever been with.
What caught his attention most, was Yeonho's small entrance twitching delicately.
It was flushed soft pink, slightly gaping, and trembling with anticipation. The cute hole was glistening under the light as if begging to be touched.
"Look at you," Min-hyuk smirked. "You're already wet down here."
"I know," Yeonho rasped, his breath hitching. "Now stop talking and move."
Min-hyuk chuckled at the bossy tone, thoroughly captivated by the softness of Yeonho's skin and tempted by the sight.
Pressing a long finger against Yeonho's entrance, he pushed inside without warning, making Yeonho's whole body shudder.
"Ngh..."
"You're reacting already."
Min-hyuk slid a second finger in, spreading the tight walls, working them in deep, slick circles to open him up.
Minutes ticked by as Min-hyuk worked his fingers relentlessly, stretching the tight hole.
"You clench so tight around my fingers," Min-hyuk murmured, his breath hot against Yeonho's thigh.
"Just put it in.... Agh.." Yeonho whined, his impatience boiling over. "Fuck my hole already! Stop using your hands!"
"I'm not putting anything inside until you're properly ready," Min-hyuk countered smoothly.
"I'm a gentleman with women..."
"I'm not a woman."
"Fair point. But don't rush me." Min-Hyuk whispered, leaning down close. "Consider this your punishment."
"Punishment? What are you—!"
Before Yeonho could finish, Min-hyuk scissor-split three fingers inside his hole, stretching the muscle wide. Yeonho's hips jerked off the sheets.
"Ah! Put your dick in... Hngh... Stop teasing!"
"Shh... Just take it," Min-hyuk whispered.
Ten minutes passed, and Yeonho's mind was turning to mush. Min-hyuk was deliberately agonizing him—thrusting his fingers deep to hit his sweet spot, making Yeonho cry out, only to pull out completely the moment Yeonho tried to chase the high.
'He's doing this on purpose...' Yeonho gritted his teeth, his patience snapping.
Min-hyuk was an experienced playboy.
Even if this was his first time with a man, he knew exactly how to manipulate pleasure. Yeonho had expected to lead the pace, but instead, he was getting entirely toyed with by a straight male lead, a seasoned playboy male lead!
"...Ahngh...Just put your dick inside me, damn it! Hgnh..." Yeonho begged, his voice cracking.
He was tired of the gentle treatment. He wanted to be wrecked, stretched, and ruined.
Yeonho had no intention of letting Min-hyuk maintain total control. His goal for the night was simple: deliver an experience so unforgettable that Min-hyuk would realize, without a shadow of a doubt, that Yeonho was superior to Hana in every conceivable way.
"It's not enough…" Yeonho breathed.
"You're quite greedy." Min-Hyuk said, fingers still moving slow inside him.
"I am greedy. And I'm obviously needy, too."
When Min-hyuk only offered another teasing chuckle, Yeonho took control. He reached up, grabbed Min-hyuk by the back of his neck, and dragged him down into a messy, aggressive kiss.
At the same time, Yeonho reached down, unbuckling Min-hyuk's belt and wrapping his slick hand around Min-hyuk's throbbing length, stroking him hard.
"Yeonho... Haah..." Min-hyuk groaned into his mouth,his hips jerking forward into Yeonho's hands.
Yeonho broke the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Stop acting like you don't want this. If you don't put it in right now, I'm running back to Seungjo's office and let him fuck me instead."
Min-hyuk's eyes darkened instantly. "You really are trouble. Don't worry… you won't be running anywhere."
Ripping a condom open with his teeth, Min-hyuk rolled it over his hard cock in one fluid motion.
'Okay, that was hot...' Yeonho's hole quivered in anticipation.
Without another second of delay, Min-hyuk lined up his head and buried his cock all the way inside in one deep, brutal thrust. Yeonho gasped, his eyes rolling back as his hands were pinned above his head by Min-hyuk's grip while using his other hand to grip Yeonho's waist.
"Lift your hips," Min-hyuk growled, pulling back before slamming back in.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out."
SLAM—!
"—Angh!... Ah.. ungh... Min-Hyuk..."
Yeonho's voice hit a high, sharp pitch.
The lingering ache from earlier instantly transformed into an overwhelming surge of heat. Every built-up sensation erupted at once.
With every heavy stroke pounding against his inner walls, his back arched wildly off the bed, his vision blurring.
"Hngh... M-Min... angh... Hyuk..." Yeonho moaned his name, his legs trembling around Min-hyuk's waist.
Slap! — Smack! — Slap!
The sound of skin slapping rhythmically against skin echoed through the warm air of the room.
The initial restraint was entirely gone, replaced by a raw, mutual friction that pushed them both past the point of self-control.
Min-hyuk drove his hips forward with relentless force, his fingers digging bruising marks into Yeonho's waist.
Fifteen minutes of hard, uninterrupted pounding passed before Min-hyuk released Yeonho's wrists, letting him cling to his bare shoulders.
"Right there... Ngh... Min-hyuk!" Yeonho sobbed out, he reached out frantically, wrapping his arms around Min-hyuk's broad shoulders to pull him closer.
Leaning down, Min-hyuk captured Yeonho's mouth again, pushing his tongue deep inside to taste him. Their hot breaths and saliva mixed together.
Tracing Yeonho's internal reactions, Min-hyuk found his favorite angle, breaking the kiss to smirk down at Yeonho's wrecked face.
He accelerated his pace, slamming directly into Yeonho's G-spot.
"Agh—! Fuck! Ungh... I'm going to—!"
Yeonho's entire frame convulsed. His inner walls clamped around Min-hyuk's shaft like a vise as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over him. His back arched high, and a spurt of white liquid shot out from his untouched tip, spilling across his stomach.
"Fuck, you're milking me..." Min-hyuk grunted, feeling the violent contractions pulsing against his length. He kept sliding through the tight heat, maintaning slow steady friction, while Yeonho rode out the peak of his orgasm.
The moment Yeonho's breathing slowed, Min-hyuk picked the pace right back up.
Yeonho let out a high-pitched scream, his hypersensitive nerves overwhelmed by the relentless thrusting.
"Feels.. too good... Ahng... Haah!"
Min-hyuk's thrusts grew faster and heavier, his body tightening as his own climax built up in his gut.
"Haahh... Come here."
Min-hyuk wrapped his thick arms around Yeonho's waist, lifting his upper body off the mattress and pulling him into a tight, chest-to-chest embrace while continuing to hammer into his hole from below.
Yeonho locked his arms around Min-hyuk's neck, burying his face in his shoulder.
"You keep… ahh… hitting right there… Ungh..." Yeonho whimpered, biting down on Min-hyuk's collarbone, leaving an obvious red mark.
"Fuck... I'm cumming... Ugh," Min-Hyuk groaned.
With a final, brutal surge, Min-hyuk shoved his cock as deep as it would go, holding himself buried inside Yeonho as his body shuddered, filling the condom with hot seed.
Gradually, the intense pounding ceased. Panting heavily, Min-hyuk lowered Yeonho back onto the bed, both of them gasping for air in the warm room.
"How was it?" Min-hyuk asked between shallow breaths, a cocky grin returning to his face. "Good, right?"
Yeonho shifted slightly as Min-hyuk pulled back, disposing of the used condom and unwrapping a fresh one without losing momentum.
"Not bad. But my stamina is pretty high... Think you can keep up?" Yeonho muttered.
Min-hyuk snapped a fresh condom over his throbbing length, hovering over Yeonho once more. "Oh? Should I be worried? I could go all night. How about you? You think you can handle me?"
"Please," Yeonho giggled, opening his arms to welcome him back down.
"I handled Gyeongjae just fine. You should be scared I'll squeeze you dry, Min-hyuk."
Min-hyuk's expression shifted instantly. The easy, playful smirk faded, replaced by a sharp, calculating glint that made Yeonho's smile freeze.
Yeonho recognized that look—it was the exact same expression Min-hyuk wore when he secretly recorded him under Seungjo's desk.
'...Don't tell me.'
Min-hyuk sat up, stripped the oversized white shirt completely off Yeonho's body, and tossed it to the floor. He then shed his own remaining clothing, leaving both of them completely bare under the room's lights.
Staring at Min-hyuk's broad chest and defined physique, Yeonho felt a familiar surge of heat hum through his veins.
But that excitement died the instant Min-hyuk leaned down and uttered an unexpected sentence.
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