HPK 10

Wooseung trailed off, saying, “Uh……”

—Come to work.

It was not a forceful tone, but the command to just come to work, no questions asked, did not sound particularly good.

—You can go straight to Room 7.

Room 7. The place that was always kept empty whenever Taejung came. Unlike Hoonyeong, who managed the entire establishment and moved around, Taejung remained secluded in Room 7. Although it did not seem like he came to the establishment that often in the first place.

“What time should I be there?”

—Be here by 9. And don’t be late.

“Okay. Then at that t—”

The call was cut off before he could even finish his sentence. The phone was already boiling hot. It had been acting up ever since he had dropped it once, but he did not have the means to replace it, so he had left it alone.

Leaving the phone on the table to cool down, Wooseung sat on the edge of the bed. His mouth was dry even though he had just drunk water. He touched his forehead with his hand and looked at the desk calendar placed in a corner of the shelf. It was a calendar he had received from a temple at the end of last year, and on top of the word ‘April’, there was a picture of a brightly smiling child monk.

On today’s date, the last Saturday of the month, ‘Regular Dharma Service’ was written in red letters. Wooseung remembered attending the first day of the month dharma service last week and decided to go to work today. If he was getting calls like this, he did not know what would happen if he did not go.

And most of all…….

‘Guess it’s compensation money.’

Manager Kim, who had not been surprised at all even after seeing the amount in the white envelope that contained ten checks.

Wooseung licked his lips. A lukewarm expectation rose up from the tips of his toes. At the same time, it felt unpleasant, as if he had stepped in sticky mud.

He stared at the calendar as if glaring at it, then slowly got up. Since he had a slight fever, it would be better to get some more sleep before going to work. But his feet headed to the front of the refrigerator.

The deliberation was not long. He squatted down and opened the refrigerator door. The cool air chilled his skin. His hand, which shot straight out, grabbed a familiar can.

*

As it was a busy time, the front of the building was already full of cars. Walking past the foreign cars boasting fancy emblems, Wooseung checked the time once more.

8:50 PM

He was later than expected because he had missed the subway, but there was still enough time to leave his things in the waiting room and go.

As Wooseung looked straight ahead again, something came into his sight. A crumpled cigarette pack was lying under a U-shaped bollard installed at the very end of the parking lot. He familiarly bent down to pick up the cigarette pack when a horn blared from behind, honk!

It was a horn so loud it was close to noise, as if it would tear through the space. Wooseung was startled and straightened up, turning around. A Maybach was brightly illuminating its headlights.

He could not dare to be sure that the horn was directed at him. It was an unfamiliar car, and there was no reason for him to be honked at. The hand holding the cigarette pack curled inward. Crumple, the texture of the stiff, folding paper was vivid.

Just then, the rear window of the Maybach rolled down. The person who appeared beyond it was Taejung.

“Hello.”

Wooseung looked back and forth between the beaming Taejung and the car he was in. The first day they met, he had definitely gotten out of a Rolls-Royce. But…….

“What are you doing there?”

Taejung rested his arm on the window frame and propped his chin on it. His eyes, sparkling with curiosity, were as innocent as a child’s. In the hand that was outside the window, he held a phone. Every time it dangled, it was touch-and-go whether it would hit the door.

“Picking up trash?”

Only after hearing Taejung’s words could Wooseung become conscious of the cigarette pack in his hand.

‘A janitor is sitting in on the lineup?’

‘If you’re a host, you should be working in the room. How embarrassing…….’

The voices of Taejung and Kim Jungoh echoed alternately in his head. Wooseung decided to make a quick judgment.

“I was throwing away trash.”

And he nonchalantly threw the cigarette pack back under the U-shaped bollard.

Taejung’s eyes seemed to widen, but then they half-closed, the corners of his eyes curving softly.

“Ahaha!”

A bright laugh echoed in the quiet parking lot. He waved his hand, palm down. It was a gesture to come over.

Wooseung approached without hesitation. The car was parked against the building, so fortunately, the space in front of the back seat was wide.

“Get in.”

Taejung gestured with his head to the seat next to him. Wooseung went around the hood again to the car door on the other side. He was about to open the door but hesitated for a moment. He raised his hand and pretended to straighten the corner of his mouth, then blew out a breath, hoo. Other than the sharp smell of toothpaste, there was not any particular smell. He awkwardly stroked his chin and opened the door.

“……Hello.”

A heavy musk scent was flowing in the car. It was the scent that always came from Taejung, a scent that Wooseung did not particularly like.

There was someone in the front seat. A pure white shirt was visible over the seat. He could tell without even seeing the face. It was Choi Hoonyeong. The one who had called Wooseung during the day and told him to come to work.

That meant that the one who had honked was also Hoonyeong.

“What are you looking at? Hoonyeong?”

Taejung asked, dangling the phone in his hand. Wooseung quickly took his eyes off the back of Hoonyeong’s head.

“You going to suck his too?”

“……”

“That won’t work. He has a girlfriend.”

The corner of the phone tapped the back of the seat in an arc, thump thump. Wooseung reached out his hand without realizing it. The corner of the phone hit his palm.

“If you do this……”

“……”

“The phone will break.”

Of course, for Taejung, it would not be a burden to buy a new one whether the phone broke or not, but for Wooseung, whose phone got hot just from making a call, it was hard to just watch.

Taejung’s gaze fell on the fingers that were carefully holding his phone. His expressionless face slightly crumpled and then smoothed out, slowly turning towards Wooseung.

“Are you perhaps……”

“……”

“Doing this on purpose?”

It was an incomprehensible thing to say. The moment he slowly blinked his eyes and asked back, “What?”, a hand suddenly shot out and gripped Wooseung’s hair.

“Ah!”

A scream burst out reflexively. As a pain like his hair was being pulled out shot through him, his hand went up. No sooner had he grabbed the wrist with the metal watch on it than Taejung warned.

“You’ll be in trouble if you grab it.”

“Ah, it hurts.”

“I grabbed it to make it hurt.”

He moved his hand to the left, then to the right, as if playing with a toy, then pulled it back. As his head was tilted upwards, the bright light of the interior lamp stabbed his eyes.

“Hey, I even withdrew cash to buy you.”

“Eu……”

“So let’s sell it today too.”

With one hand, he still had Wooseung’s head in a firm grip, and with the other, he unfastened his buckle. He was always in comfortable sweatpants, but today it was raw denim with a stiff texture. His hand, unfastening the buckle and pulling down the zipper, was impatient.

“Ah, fuck, almost got my dick caught.”

He managed to pull down the zipper, which was stiff and did not go down easily, with force, then slightly lifted his hips. He pulled down his pants and underwear together until they were caught on his thighs and showed off his half-erect penis by shaking it. The sight of the heavy shaft dangling was bizarre.

“Suck it for me, please.”

Taejung said, playfully tilting his head toward Wooseung, who was busy blinking his eyelids.

“I, I’ll do it. Just let go of thi……”

The moment his words ended, Taejung put strength into his hand and shoved Wooseung’s face between his legs. The liquid that had leaked from his urethra transferred to Wooseung’s lips.

“Eup!”

In an instant, the half-erect piece of flesh dug into his mouth. The penis, which had split his tongue, went straight for the back of his throat in one go.

“Ugh!”

A wave of nausea washed over him, and Wooseung’s complexion turned pale. He urgently slapped Taejung’s knee area with his left palm, but the force pressing down on his head did not weaken in the slightest.

“Ah, look at the pre-cum.”

“Ugh, kkeup.”

Taejung pressed down on the back of Wooseung’s head and moved his hips in short, quick thrusts. A thrilling pleasure blossomed from the shaft rubbing against his soft tongue and the head pressing against the back of his throat. And what about the saliva that soaked his skin.

“This is a 1,000,000 won one. Do a good job.”

“Kkeu, euk.”

He pushed Wooseung’s bangs back. He stroked his round forehead and eyebrows with his hand, then slapped his cheek, thwack, thwack. Every time, the inside of his mouth would shrink and then expand.

“Haah, fuck.”

Squelch, squelch. The sound of the pooled saliva being spread on the shaft was blatant. It was no lie that he had a lot of water.

The penis felt like it was simmering. It was also like stirring through a gently boiled cream, and also like bubbles bursting along his sensitive skin. In any case, it felt fucking amazing.

Taejung threw his head back and then lowered it, licking his lower lip. His gaze fell on the flushed red face. He was having such a hard time breathing that the slender fingers gripping his knee were curling in and then straightening out, not knowing what to do.

“Swallow it well, if you spill it, Choi Hoonyeong will, hooh, throw a fucking fit.”

“I will?”

Hoonyeong’s puzzled voice cut in. But it did not reach Wooseung’s ears. It was all he could do not to use his teeth. The feeling of his throat being completely blocked by something was also terrible.

As he was nearing his climax, Taejung’s lips parted slightly. Hot breath escaped through them. He gripped the small head tightly and thrust his hips hard. The head got stuck in his throat, and hot semen burst out. It was a much earlier ejaculation than usual.

“Ugh!”

The sight of his body, squirming and gasping for the insufficient air, might have been pitiful, but Taejung was busy savoring the afterglow with his head thrown back. It was a pleasure so intense that his fingers trembled lightly.

“Peu-ha, heok!”

The moment the force pressing on his head loosened slightly, Wooseung shot his head up.

“Hoo-woo……”

“Kae-ek, keck!”

He gasped for breath, his chest pressed tightly against his thighs, looking at the floor. The semen he had failed to swallow stretched out stickily and dripped down.

Just then, a large hand clamped over his mouth.