Chapter 59
"We both know I have that video on my phone," Min-hyuk whispered against the shell of Yeonho's ear, his hot breath making the skin prickle. "But guess what? It seems like tonight, watching people get intimate is the main course."
Yeonho blinked, a flicker of genuine confusion breaking through his dazed expression. "What do you mean?"
Before the question could even fully leave his mouth, Min-hyuk shifted his weight. In one effortless, terrifyingly smooth motion, he scooped Yeonho up off the mattress, keeping his hardened shaft buried deep inside Yeonho's tight, quivering hole.
Yeonho gasped at the sudden shift, his hands instantly flying up to lock around Min-hyuk's neck for support, his head tilting back as the full weight of his body drove Min-hyuk's cock even deeper.
"...Ahh, where are... we going?..nngh... " Yeonho whimpered out, his voice trembling as Min-hyuk took long, steady strides across the hardwood floor.
Every single step Min-hyuk took jostled their joined bodies, forcing his thick cock to rub ruthlessly against Yeonho's sensitive internal walls. Yeonho squeezed his eyes shut, his toes curling as he clung tightly to Min-hyuk's broad shoulders.
Min-hyuk carried him directly into the right corner of the expansive room, coming to a halt in front of a sprawling vanity table.
The mirrored surface reflected their tangled, sweat-glistening bodies, while the tabletop was lined with heavy glass perfume bottles, high-end skincare products, sleek combs, and personal essentials.
"Since we got a video of you doing something vulgar with Seungjo," Min-hyuk purred, his fingers digging bruising marks into the soft skin of Yeonho's thighs, "let's make another one, but with us."
Yeonho's breath caught in his throat. "What...? You're gonna film us too?"
"Something like that," Min-hyuk murmured, tilting his head to bite down playfully on Yeonho's collarbone. "But this time, Seungjo's watching."
Yeonho froze, staring at Min-hyuk's reflection in the glass. "Excuse me, what?"
He shook his head violently, trying to clear the fog of pleasure clouding his brain. Seungjo? Watching? Did he hear him right? Seungjo was watching them right now?
"Look up, Yeonho, and say hi to Seungjo," Min-hyuk let out a dark, amused chuckle that sent a cold shudder straight down Yeonho's spine.
Slowly, hesitantly, Yeonho dragged his gaze upward toward the top corner of the wall.
Tucked neatly into the shadowed molding at the very top of the ceiling sat a small, sleek black CCTV camera. It's tiny lens was positioned so discreetly that anyone walking into the room would have missed it entirely.
A sudden, sharp realization hit Yeonho like a bucket of ice water. How did Min-hyuk know about a hidden camera in this specific guest room? And how was he so absolutely sure that Seungjo himself was currently watching the feed? Why the hell was there even a surveillance camera installed in a guest bedroom in the first place?
Before those swirling questions could fully form in his mind, Min-hyuk's tone dropped into a low, sinister rumble right against his ear, making Yeonho's entire frame jolt.
"You should know... this room is Hana's room, Yeonho," Min-hyuk breathed out, his lips brushing the shell of Yeonho's ear. "When we stayed here for occasions or gatherings with her, we used this room... to watch her."
Yeonho's face drained of color, his expression going completely blank as the heavy words settled in the air. "You..."
"You guessed it right," Min-hyuk whispered, a twisted smirk touching his lips in the mirror's reflection. "Seungjo is secretly a pervert, just like me. Every single one of us—Gyeongjae, me, Seungjo, Jaewhan, and Dongjun—we watched her sleep in this room every single time we came here."
'No way... That's fucking psychotic'
Min-hyuk had dropped that bombshell on purpose. He wanted to break Yeonho's composure, to terrify him, to assert absolute dominance over him. He expected Yeonho to panic, to shrink back, to be revolted.
But Min-hyuk had made one massive, fatal miscalculation: Yeonho was not Hana.
Yeonho didn't play the victim. If these twisted male leads wanted to act like unhinged freaks, Yeonho could match their absolute worst impulses step for step—and leave them completely breathless while doing it.
Min-hyuk hovered there, his dark eyes watching Yeonho's reflection, eagerly waiting for the tearful breakdown or the desperate pleas to stop.
Instead, a slow, wild smirk spread across Yeonho's face.
"What, you expected me to find that creepy?" Yeonho burst out into a bright, mocking laugh. "Don't underestimate me, Min-hyuk. I'm not Hana."
Without a second's hesitation, Yeonho—still suspended in Min-hyuk's arms with that thick, throbbing cock buried inside him—clenched his inner walls with all the raw strength he possessed. The tight, violent contraction clamp slammed around Min-hyuk's shaft so suddenly that Min-hyuk let out a harsh, guttural groan, his head snapping back.
"Fuck... you're gonna snap my dick!" Min-hyuk scrunched his nose, his eyes widening in sheer shock as the intense pressure nearly milked him on the spot.
Yeonho giggled wickedly at the violent reaction, leaning close to whisper straight into Min-hyuk's ear. "Fuck me and let Seungjo watch. Hell, let everybody in this entire goddamn house hear me scream... I DON'T GIVE A SINGLE FUCK."
Hearing those dirty, vulgar words spill so casually from Yeonho's lips ignited a dangerous, electric rush straight through Min-hyuk's veins. His entire body hummed with a terrifying surge of arousal.
"Seriously...?" Min-hyuk murmured, pressing his face into the crook of Yeonho's neck, sniffing his sweat-slicked skin and planting wild, frantic kisses along his jawline.
Feeling Min-hyuk's cock swell even larger and harder inside his tight hole, Yeonho let out a dark, satisfied hum. But he was far from finished.
Tilting his head straight upward, Yeonho locked his fierce blue eyes directly onto the tiny black camera lens mounted in the corner.
"Are you watching, Seungjo?" Yeonho screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing loudly off the walls. "Min-hyuk took a video of us while I was sucking your big dick!"
Min-hyuk paused from sucking on Yeonho's neck, shooting a startled look up at the camera before snapping his gaze back down to Yeonho.
"You know, you should really stop—"
"Come and get it before we upload it to YouTube and send it directly to Hana!"
Yeonho shouted, flashing a brilliant sinister smile straight at the camera as if Seungjo were standing right there infront of him while raising a hand to give the camera a playful wave.
"You little freak," Min-hyuk rasped out, a mix of disbelief and intense arousal coloring his face. "He's going to kill me."
"It's fine, we'll die together," Yeonho giggled, his blue eyes flashing with pure insanity, wrapping his legs tighter around Min-hyuk's waist.
"Now move and fuck me before he gets here."
Yeonho squeezed tight around him again, pulling another harsh groan from Min-hyuk's lips.
"Ugh... fuck... Yeonho, calm down..."
Utterly provoked and driven past his limit, He hoisted Yeonho higher and slammed his hips upward, driving his full length clear to the hilt.
"Ah!. Hngh. ack."
Yeonho's head snapped back into the open air, his long, pale neck fully exposed as his fingernails dug deep into the muscles of Min-hyuk's shoulders. The intense, deep pounding rubbed directly against his most sensitive insides, shattering his coherent thoughts into absolute dust.
Min-hyuk pounded into him without mercy, his large hands gripping the soft flesh of Yeonho's rear and waist, using the tigh hold to slam his hips home again and again.
Minutes blurred together as the sheer heat of the room rose.
Both of them crashed through a shattering second climax, but it didn't stop there.
Driven by an insatiable, animalistic heat, they spiraled into round after round, relentlessly shifting positions across the destroyed room.
At one point, Min-hyuk pinned Yeonho flat against the wall, lifting one of his pale legs over his shoulder while brutally railing him off the floorboards.
Later, Min-hyuk dragged Yeonho onto the wooden vanity table.
With a harsh sweep of his arm, expensive glass skincare bottles, heavy perfumes, and sleek combs were sent crashing onto the floor, shattering and spilling their liquid contents everywhere.
Min-hyuk slammed his cock ruthlessly into Yeonho as hey lay sprawled across the hard wood. He draped Yeonho's pale legs over his shoulders, his broad hand wrapping tightly around Yeonho's slender neck enough to make his eyes watery while bending his body nearly in half at extreme angle as he hammered into him from above.
They were completely lost, acting like starved beasts in heat for over an hour and a half.
The floor was slick with spilt lube and pooling semen; spent latex sheaths lay discarded like battlefield debris across the room. The air was thick, heavy, and drenched in the sharp metallic scent of raw sex.
The entire guest suite was rendered an absolute disaster zone.
Through it all, Yeonho didn't hold back his voice for a single second. He didn't care if his high, breathless moans and loud, filthy cries were loud enough to carry past the heavy doors, down the hallways, or through the entire villa.
Min-hyuk was no better. He was completely drowning in a brand of raw, intoxicating pleasure he had never experienced in his life. He was becoming dangerously addicted to the feel of Yeonho's tight, welcoming body, his rational mind burning away with every heavy stroke.
At a few points, when a pang of guilt over sleeping with Hana's twin brother tried to resurface, Min-hyuk tried to picture Hana's sweet, innocent face in his mind.
He couldn't.
Every time he closed his eyes, it was Yeonho's wrecked, pleasure-dazed expression that consumed his thoughts.
Hana never had those fierce, sharp blue eyes. Despite them being twins, Yeonho was undeniably, breathtakingly more striking—his skin far paler, his body infinitely softer and smoother, his entire demeanor a potent, addicting poison.
Min-hyuk's mind was slowly being eaten alive from the inside out. All he wanted was to touch Yeonho, to mark his pale skin, to sink into his warmth.
The terrifying thought crept in that once they left this villa, he would do whatever it took to visit Yeonho, to drag him into bed every chance he got.
His brain kept telling him he was supposed to love Hana, but Yeonho was a slow-acting venom, corrupting his mind and body beyond repair.
Meanwhile, back in his pristine executive office, Seungjo sat motionless in his leather chair.
Just as Min-hyuk had said, the high-definition feed from the guest room was pulled up on one of his monitors. He watched the screen with a deathly cold, unreadable expression.
He had turned on the live monitor feed roughly five minutes after Min-hyuk and Yeonho left his office, meaning he had completely missed the part of them talking about the confidential folder he stole.
Still, ever since they left, Seungjo hadn't been able to focus on a single piece of work. The quiet room felt oppressive. In a desperate bid to distract himself, he had even dialed Hana's number, striking up a casual conversation about her day.
Hana, completely clueless, had babbled sweetly about the new people she had met recently—mentioning that her main personal stylist was a young man named Choi Yeonho.
The moment Hana uttered that name, Seungjo's hand had clenched into a tight, white-knuckled fist over his desk.
Before he could process the surge of dark frustration in his chest, Yeonho's loud, echoing shout suddenly blared from the monitor speakers, cutting straight through his phone call.
"Are you watching, Seungjo? Listen here, handsome! Min-hyuk took a video of us while I was sucking your big dick!"
Seungjo froze. He abruptly abruptly ended the call, making a curt excuse to Hana about an urgent work emergency before hanging up.
His dark eyes locked onto the monitor screen, watching Yeonho and Min-hyuk go at it like animals in heat.
Try as he might to look away, Seungjo's eyes kept helplessly returning to Yeonho's face. He found himself hyper-fixated on every single expression the boy made while Min-hyuk relentlessly wrecked his body.
Without even realizing what he was doing, Seungjo reached out, clicked his mouse, and manually adjusted the camera lens, zooming in tight on Yeonho's face in total, suffocating silence.
"That face..." it looked so much like Hana's, yet just like Min-hyuk, Seungjo was acutely aware of the stark, intoxicating differences.
Those striking, fierce blue eyes, that messy pale blonde hair, those light, delicate lashes... Hana possessed none of those features.
Seungjo sat there for nearly two full hours, watching the endless, feral display on his screen. He waited for them to stop, but even as they paused, he knew they were just preparing to go another round.
As much as he loathed to admit how deeply it affected him, Seungjo couldn't sit in that chair for another second.
Standing up so fast his leather chair rolled back into the wall, Seungjo strode out of his office, his face a mask of dark, terrifying fury as he stormed straight down the long corridor toward the guest wing.
The villa's servants, catching sight of his lethal, pitch-black expression, froze in place, ducking their heads in terror. They had never seen their cold, restrained master look so genuinely murderous.
As Seungjo drew closer to the guest suite, the faint, sickening sounds of skin slapping against skin and heavy, muffled voices echoed through the quiet hallway.
He came to a dead halt right in front of the heavy wooden door, his large hand hovering over the metal handle.
Through the thick wood, Yeonho's high, broken moans, desperate crying, and breathless whimpers rang out, sounding unnervingly close.
For a split second, Seungjo hesitated. Then, his knuckles turning white, he gripped the metal handle and twisted it downward.
The door wasn't locked. It was insanely reckless of them not to lock it—as if they were practically begging for someone to walk in on them in the middle of sex.
And that was exactly what Seungjo was about to do.
Pushing the heavy door open, Seungjo stepped over the threshold and froze instantly at the entrance, his hand still clamped tight around the inner door handle.
The sight that met his eyes made the blood in his veins instantly boil to a fever pitch.
Just as he stepped inside, he saw Min-hyuk carrying Yeonho directly toward the entryway, his thick shaft buried deep inside Yeonho's dripping hole.
Min-hyuk's large hands were hooked tightly under Yeonho's pale thighs, holding him up effortless while Yeonho hung face-forward, his own bare, untouched member dangling helplessly in the air.
Min-hyuk had been mid-stride, thrusting his hips upward with brutal force right by the doorway, driving Yeonho directly toward the entrance.
It was an absolute disaster.
The moment Seungjo swung the door wide open and took that single step inside, Yeonho—who had been teetering right on the fragile edge of a intense climax—completely lost control.
His entire body convulsed wildly, and his erect length shot out a heavy, powerful jet of thick, white, sticky cum—squirting it directly across Seungjo's stoic, immaculate face.
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