Side Story 2 Ch 3

Middle. Part 3. 

 

The man was intoxicated. He knew now—Yeowon would never leave him. Having seen Yeowon break, he was certain there was no going back. That was why he’d allowed Yeowon to return to school when he’d asked. Even under his complete control, Yeowon didn’t blend in well with his peers.  

 

If anyone approached too eagerly, Yeowon would flinch and retreat. The closer they got, the farther he ran. So the man considered it his exclusive privilege—the way Yeowon whispered his name against his lips, the way his body yielded without resistance. Even without d**gs, that alone sent him to euphoric heights. The sheer mental pleasure set his entire body alight.  

 

Which was why the recent news had caught him off guard. There was a female underclassman Yeowon had grown somewhat close to while working on a group assignment.  

 

Ending a meeting earlier than usual, the man drove straight to Yeowon’s school. Faces of students around Yeowon’s age passed by, some stealing glances at his black sedan, whispering guesses about who might be inside.  

 

“…….”  

 

He spotted Yeowon effortlessly in the crowd. Tall and slender, dressed in a crisp button-up and slacks, walking with an air of quiet grace.  

 

Then a youthful face came sprinting up from behind, grabbing the strap of Yeowon’s bag. Startled, Yeowon turned—and his expression softened instantly.  

 

Their lips moved in conversation. Watching Yeowon stand beside someone his own age gave the man a strange, unfamiliar feeling.  

 

Side by side with that girl, the height difference was nearly a full handspan. The youthful face looking up at Yeowon was brimming with the freshness of her age. Her eyes held pure admiration, free of sticky desire, and her smiling lips radiated simple joy. To her, Yeowon was probably just an ordinary male student—strikingly handsome, with a unique aura that drew the eye…  

 

“…….”  

 

Suddenly, Yeowon smiled. The long curves of his eyes rippled elegantly, his red lips tilting upward. His slender chest shook slightly—laughing out loud, perhaps. The man imagined the soft sound of that laughter. Watching without audio felt like viewing a silent comedy.  

 

He rolled down the window and flicked a cigarette b**t outside.  

 

That was when Yeowon abruptly sensed a third party’s gaze. His face stiffened as he scanned his surroundings—then froze upon spotting the man’s car. Their eyes met, Yeowon’s widening like a startled rabbit’s.  

 

I’ll go now, his lips seemed to say. Leaving his peer behind, his tall frame quickly approached before slipping into the passenger seat. As he fastened his seatbelt, his breaths came short and quick.  

 

“Why are you here?”  

 

Large eyes fixed on the man. The flushed pink staining Yeowon’s cheeks was striking. The man smiled faintly. It’s too early to wreck you completely just yet.

 

***

The man’s car arrived at a Korean fine dining restaurant. Yeowon preferred these mild, traditional dishes over more stimulating flavors.  

 

Yeowon parted his lips slightly and placed a small, neatly cut piece of food into his mouth. His even, white teeth ground the food finely before his smooth, red tongue guided it down his throat. No matter what was placed in front of him, he never ate greedily—his cheeks had hollowed over time, but now they were finally filling out again.  

 

For two years, his face had remained almost unchanged. The only noticeable difference was perhaps the slight deepening of his eye sockets.  

 

“…….”  

 

“…….”  

 

Yeowon, who was never much of a talker to begin with, remained quiet even while eating. He was careful not to make a sound even when setting down his chopsticks. Thinking about it, “demure” might have been a more fitting description. In any case, this was the Yeowon the man had always known.  

 

The scene from earlier flashed across the man’s mind. *Tap, tap.* Lost in thought, the man drummed his fingers on the table, drawing a puzzled glance from Yeowon.  

 

“…Aren’t you going to eat?”  

 

The man had no intention of eating any more. Wiping his mouth with a tissue, he ignored the question and posed one of his own instead.  

 

“How’s school?”  

 

At the mention of school, Yeowon’s grip on his chopsticks tightened momentarily. His faintly red lips stiffened slightly before relaxing again.  

 

“It’s fine… thanks to you, CEO.”  

 

The conversation died there. Yeowon glanced furtively at the man, gauging his reaction. The man waited until Yeowon set down his chopsticks before leaving with him.  

 

Why does he keep sneaking glances like that, getting on people’s nerves?

 

Once they were alone in the car, Yeowon finally spoke. His voice cut through the silence.  

 

“I have an exam next week.”  

 

It seemed he had wanted to mention the exam. The man glanced at him. His smooth, flawless face, his clear eyes—he’d heard Yeowon was in the physical education department. Did he want to become a teacher? If dressed in a school uniform, one would believe without a doubt that he was a high school student preparing for finals.  

 

“You suit a high schooler more than a teacher.”  

 

The man muttered it tonelessly, and another silence settled between them.  

 

“I’ll graduate… but I’m thinking of looking for something else.”  

 

An unnecessary thing to say. Perhaps because the man was paying his tuition, Yeowon felt obligated to mention it.  

 

“Why?”  

 

Yeowon’s long, pale fingers gripped the seatbelt tightly. When no answer came, he spoke again, as if making an excuse.  

 

“…Morally, it’s a bit…”  

 

A passing car’s headlights flashed. The yellow beams illuminated the fine, downy hairs on Yeowon’s cheeks, each one glowing faintly. The man was incredulous. That face, talking about morals? 

 

“Morally, why? Are you morally compromised, Seo Yeowon?”  

 

“…….”  

 

“Spreading your legs for another man isn’t something worth bringing morals into.”  

 

The man rolled down the window slightly and lit a cigarette. He took a deep drag, the acrid smoke somersaulting in his throat.  

 

“…That’s not it.”  

 

That’s not it?  

 

Just then, the light turned red. The man turned his chin and stared at the passenger seat. Darkness had already swallowed half of Yeowon’s pale face. Shadows of distress pooled at the corners of his eyes. His lashes half-concealed eyes glistened with moisture, and his lower lip trembled slightly. That was the face he usually made when remembering *that* thing.  

 

What an intriguing face, the man thought. Like a young beast skinned raw, its crimson flesh exposed, thrown into a crowd—it was quite a sight.  

 

The man flicked the cigarette b**t out the window.  

 

“What will you do if your students ask, ‘Teacher, what’s that on your neck? Are you some s**t who spreads his legs for men?’”  

 

Yeowon’s lips, bitten until they were flecked with blood, parted.  

 

“…Does it show on my face?”  

 

This time, his wide pupils flickered with fear for a different reason. His face was irresistibly tempting.  

 

“Of course it does.”  

 

Just like how fucking obvious it is on your face right now.  

 

As the man finished speaking and closed his mouth, Yeowon’s face paled for another reason entirely.  

 

Suddenly, the phone rang.  

 

“Yeah.”  

 

—CEO.  

 

The man shifted the phone from his right hand to his left and covered Yeowon’s knee with his palm. His large hand, fan-like, engulfed Yeowon’s knee completely. Gripping the kneecap firmly, he pressed down hard, making Yeowon’s leg j**k in place.  

 

—…….

 

The voice on the other end rambled on, but the man was too preoccupied with groping Yeowon’s thigh to care. The skin was soft and smooth, clinging to his palm as he kneaded it habitually. Yeowon twisted his legs under the shameless touch.  

 

“…Ah!”  

 

The feeble movement was so pathetic that the man pinned him down with his hand. Soon, the squirming stopped.  

 

When the man tried to push further in, his wrist was abruptly seized. He paused mid-sentence. His chin, which had been facing forward, turned to the side again. Yeowon had bowed his head deeply, as if burying his face between his legs. Between the faintly colored strands of hair, the tips of his slightly pointed ears peeked out—no bigger than the man’s pinky finger. The edges of those small ears burned red.  

 

“…….”  

 

“…….”  

 

Flushed face, similarly heated nostrils, lips that looked like they’d been gnawed by a rat. The man’s gaze, fixed on Yeowon’s face, slowly trailed downward. In response, Yeowon clutched the bag on his lap even tighter.  

 

At a complete loss for words, the man pulled the phone away from his ear.  

 

—CEO?  

 

Kim Joongdeok’s voice buzzed from the receiver, but—  

 

“…….”  

 

“…….”  

 

The man couldn’t have cared less.  

 

“Move the bag.”  

 

—Huh? What did you just—

 

Yeowon’s plump lips parted, his front teeth biting down on his lower lip as if about to break the skin. His pearly white teeth were no bigger than a fingernail. They looked so fragile that pinching them with the slightest force would make them pop out uselessly.  

 

If he actually did it…  

 

A sadistic fantasy pierced the man’s mind. His Adam’s apple bobbed thickly. If he actually did it, those soft gums would be all that’s left—nowhere to take a man’s c*ck in that pretty mouth.

The only reason he left those neat teeth alone was because they were decent enough to look at.  

 

“I said move it.”  

 

Blue veins surfaced on the back of Yeowon’s hand as he gripped the bag. The man laughed at the desperate resistance.  

 

“…….”  

 

“…Hm?”  

 

Even as the man coaxed him with an uncharacteristically gentle voice, Yeowon shrank back.  

 

“You’ll want to listen before I roll the window down.”  

 

The threat worked—fear seeped deep into Yeowon’s expression. He turned his head frantically, scanning their surroundings. Is he scared of being seen outside? The man narrowed his eyes at the idiot before him. You’re afraid of the wrong thing. The one you should be wary of isn’t out there, it’s me, right beside you.  

 

“Take off your pants and spread your legs.”  

 

Yeowon slowly lifted his lashes and stared at the man. His resolute face showed not an inch of surrender. But in the end, unable to resist the man’s insistence, Yeowon removed his pants. He tugged the cotton fabric down to his ankles like shackles, then lifted one knee. In that uncomfortable position, he slid his fingers beneath his own b**tocks. Without lubricant, the motion seemed difficult—his forehead creased faintly.

 

“Ah…”  

 

Long, pale fingers thrust deep into his hole, again and again. The w**, squelching sounds and the way his entrance trembled were obscenely stimulating. Just from a single finger, Yeowon’s face twisted as if he were about to cry. Normally, his expressions didn’t change much, but when it came to s*x, his reactions were intense. If pushed too hard, he’d even start weeping.  

 

—CEO Jang?  

 

If this were a movie, it would be the critical moment right before the c**max. The man turned off his phone and tossed it aside carelessly.  

 

He rubbed the head of his c*ck against Yeowon’s soft, downy g**in. The delicate fuzz covering Yeowon’s smooth skin brushed gently against his shaft. Penetration had to happen in one swift motion—Yeowon was tight to begin with, and the way he clenched down was so intense that the man had to brace his hips and thrust in all at once. Seo Yeowon’s face paled for a brief moment before flushing bright red. His c*ck slid in and out between those pale b**tocks. The sticky, clinging inner walls made every movement of his hips euphoric.  

 

“Hah, ngh—ah, ah… ahh…”  

 

With each thrust, the m**ns spilling from Yeowon’s lips grew higher and more desperate. His flushed n**ples trembled in the air.  

 

Tears soaked his white face as he sobbed from shame.  

 

His mother had been some kind of local beauty pageant winner, hadn’t she? Yeowon’s delicate features—his small face, sharp eyes, and high nose—were a perfect copy of hers, giving him a strikingly beautiful appearance. His frame was well-proportioned, with no imbalances, and the smooth, lean muscles clinging to his body made him look effortlessly elegant.  

 

The look in his eyes was like that of a newborn animal just breaking out of its shell—completely lost, unsure of what to do. Yet even with that expression, he was shamelessly rocking his hips, chasing his own pleasure.  

 

“…Ngh.”  

 

Without realizing it, Yeowon bit down on his lower lip hard enough to nearly break the skin. The corners of his eyes were red, as if he might burst into tears at any second, and his gaze was unfocused. His face was half-gone with pleasure.  

 

The man ran his thumb over Yeowon’s upper teeth. A dark, unsettling urge surged within him—the desire to press down and shatter them all. The gums beneath those pearly teeth would be soft and damp, untouched since birth. Oblivious to the man’s twisted thoughts, Yeowon slipped his tongue out and began s**king on the thumb pressed against his lips. His flushed, plump flesh dragged wetly over the man’s rough skin. The man watched with sharp, gleaming eyes as Yeowon melted under his touch.  

 

“…slurp.”  

 

Then, Yeowon’s fingers curled around the man’s cheek. His long, pale fingers rested lightly against the man’s face. It was a good thing he hadn’t cut them off. The man’s gaze flickered down to Yeowon’s ankle—pale all over except for the reddened skin near the anklebone. That, too, would be better left attached. 

 

“Seo Yeowon.”  

 

Yeowon’s eyes locked onto the man’s. His face was flushed in patches, like blossoms of heat. The man wanted to say, If you don’t want your legs cut off, keep behaving prettily. But he didn’t let the words leave his lips. The way Yeowon pressed his palms against the man’s chest and rolled his hips was obscenely erotic.  

 

“…CEO.”  

 

Yeowon wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, the hand wearing his ring glinting faintly. The man welcomed him gladly. For the first time, he understood what it meant to find someone adorable.  

 

“That girl earlier…”  

 

“Ngh—she’s just… a junior from my department…”  

 

“How did you introduce me?”  

 

The man pressed his cheek against Yeowon’s and spoke in a voice that sounded unnervingly calm.  

 

“Did you tell her I’m the man who’s about to wreck your hole?”  

 

Yeowon squirmed. His lips trembled as he shook his head, whimpering.  

 

“…No.”  

 

“Then?”  

 

“I—I think I said… you were my uncle?”  

 

As he punctuated each word with a rough thrust, the man groaned, dragging his teeth over Yeowon’s neck. Yeowon’s long legs wrapped around his waist. At times like this, the man could feel something boiling inside him. He gripped Yeowon’s ankle and shoved his hips deeper.