HPK 104

Moonsu reacted a beat too late. It was a question he never expected to hear in this situation, so his answer was delayed.

“Pardon? Ah, yes. I am dating someone.”

He scratched the back of his neck with his palm, scratch scratch.

“One of the girls?”

“Yes. That’s right. You might know her too, President. The one named Jiyul.”

“…”

“That’s her real name. Ha Jiyul.”

Following that, Moonsu rambled on incoherently about things Taejung hadn’t even asked for, like Jiyul’s age, hometown, and family situation.

Taejung listened to him, pressing his chin with his fingers as if applying pressure. A month ago, when Hoonyeong had told him, “I hear Moonsu is dating someone,” he had let it go in one ear and out the other, but recently, upon learning that the person was one of the girls from the establishment, he became slightly interested.

“Is she still working at the place?”

“Pardon? Ah, no. We’re living together in my officetel right now. She’s taking classes during the day and what not…”

As Taejung tilted his head to the side, Moonsu hurriedly added more words.

“I paid off her advance for her. As far as I know, she has no remaining debt…

His words came out faster than ever, fearing that Taejung might misunderstand and think he had taken a girl with remaining debt from the establishment without permission. Just the thought of it sent a chill down his spine.

“Ah, so you paid it off for her…”

“…”

“Moonsu, you got played for a sucker, huh?”

Taejung placed his hands on the metal table and leaned his body back. Unlike his playful voice, his face still had no discernible expression.

“Oh no, not at all, President. Jiyul said no, but I just forced the issue. I don’t like her working… and having her at home puts my mind at ease and is better for me too.”

Although he was anxious about Taejung uncharacteristically asking about Jiyul, Moonsu confessed everything honestly. It wasn’t something he could hide anyway. On the other hand, he also felt that Taejung initiating the conversation was a chance to make up for his earlier mistake.

“Hmm.”

Taejung’s reaction as he listened to the rambling words was rather ambiguous. His fingers tapped the table rhythmically, tap, tap. He seemed both interested and completely devoid of even a sliver of curiosity.

Moonsu’s mouth kept getting dry, and he unconsciously licked his lower lip.

“You’re taking a long time to say you got scammed. Right?”

“Pardon? No sir, scammed! I’m genuinely wronged on that front.”

Moonsu waved both his hands in denial. He knew everyone else would see it that way, but Moonsu never thought that Jiyul was scamming him. What they were doing was clearly dating. Anyway, that’s what it was.

“Does she think she’s dating you too?”

“Of course. We use a couple’s app and do everything. Ah! We recently got couple rings too. Would you like to see?”

Taejung showed a rare bit of interest, asking, “Rings?”

As if he had been waiting for it, Moonsu even took off his latex glove and proudly held up his hand. His face was extremely happy to be able to show off the ring inside the glove.

“I told her I’d be late, and she said she’d wait up for me. It’s real dating.”

Taejung focused on the words “real dating.”

“Maybe because she’s still young, she makes a big fuss, telling me it’s a huge deal if I take the ring off, hehe…”

Moonsu’s cheeks turned an unbecoming shade of red.

“I think I’m starting to understand why Manager Han kept telling me to date, to date.”

For some reason, Taejung could not take his eyes off Moonsu’s fourth finger. The ring, sitting on the thick finger, looked like a pearl necklace on a pig’s neck no matter how much it sparkled.

“…Alright. Well, date for a long time.”

“Yep!”

He nodded his head so hard it looked like it might fall off. The man who usually called the girls ‘babe’ or ‘whatever’ was gone, replaced by someone who shyly kept rubbing the back of his neck.

It was surprisingly common in this line of work for a client to pay off a girl’s debt and start dating her. However, the moment money gets involved between people, that relationship can never be entirely pure. Moonsu, grinning stupidly about dating, was acting like an idiot now, but he would realize it soon enough. So, Taejung should just be able to laugh at Moonsu to his heart’s content. But why…

‘I told her I’d be late, and she said she’d wait up for me.’

That face, smiling shyly and looking like he was dying of happiness, felt unsettling. Taejung had also smiled at Wooseung’s text, “Should I wait?”

‘Oh no, not at all, President. Jiyul said no, but I just forced the issue. I don’t like her working… and having her at home puts my mind at ease and is better for me too.’

Similarly, Taejung had also brought Wooseung to his home. He had even given him a card, telling him to use it as he pleased.

“…”

A strange sense of regret continued to linger.

“Dating, dating…”

Taejung mumbled “dating” as if to himself and picked up his phone. He went on the internet and searched for “dating.” The dictionary definition of dating was as follows.

[To be drawn by sexual attraction, to like each other and be in a relationship]

Unlike his expectation of a boring and dull definition, the words “sexual attraction” appeared. It immediately caught his eye.

Taejung focused on those words. Sexual attraction.

‘Eut, hoot… Ah, ah, I think I’m going to come.’

At some point, Wooseung started getting hard just from kissing. He came just fine during penetration and always came until his insides were slick and wet.

His flushed cheeks, his moist eyes, the warm breath spilling from between his slightly parted lips. Physical reactions that only an aroused person could show.

That meant Wooseung also felt a sexual attraction to Taejung.

It felt like a lightbulb had suddenly switched on, flick, inside his dark head.

♡

Taejung, who had been caressing the nape of his neck and his earlobe, felt a hand pushing him away and slowly pulled his lips away.

“Euht… Please, pull out.”

Wooseung, lying on his side and panting for breath, was pushing him with a hand behind his back. Perhaps because his strength was so pathetic, it wasn’t annoying, but simply amusing.

“Heut…”

As he slowly moved his hips back, his insides tightened and squeezed his penis, squeeze, squeeze. The soft inner flesh clung pleasantly to his member.

“Hey, you told me to pull out.”

Taejung chuckled as he admonished him. He wrapped an arm around his waist and nuzzled his nose into the crown of his head. The warm body scent warmed him in turn.

After kneading the soft flesh, he slowly pulled his hips back. Soon, his penis, glistening with a milky white fluid, popped out with a thwip. His erection did not subside easily, so even after ejaculating, his member always boasted the same rigidity as before he came.

“Haa.”

Taejung let out a low sigh. With the hand that had been caressing his stomach, he touched Wooseung’s penis.

“Eut…!”

He groped him, ignoring Wooseung’s attempt to block his hand in surprise. Having come twice, not only his penis but the entire surrounding area was soaked with a sticky fluid. The sensation was so satisfying that he couldn’t seem to let go.

Wooseung, who had been curled up like a shrimp, removed his hand and turned his body completely toward Taejung. Taejung was a little flustered by the clear eyes that suddenly met his.

“What.”

“…”

“Ah, I pulled out.”

He felt it was unfair, thinking maybe he was being scolded for pulling out too slowly.

“…”

Wooseung glanced downwards. His wet, sticky penis, upon receiving his gaze, bobbed up and down significantly. Wooseung frowned and immediately looked away from it. They had already done it twice, yet why did it show no signs of subsiding?

“I think we’ve been doing it too often lately…”

A deep fatigue was ingrained in the words he mumbled out. It wasn’t just a feeling; he was truly tired. The Taejung of late desired Wooseung like a man possessed. If their eyes met, his lips would be on him first. Kissing would lead to an erection, and naturally, they would end up having sex.

But Taejung himself had a puzzled look on his face, as if he had heard something completely unexpected. A moment later, surprising words flowed from his lips.

“You like sleeping with me too.”

“…”

“Who told you to get hard? If you don’t get hard, I won’t do it either.”

He was so dumbfounded that he was at a loss for words. With him mixing their tongues so messily and touching his entire body, how could he not get hard? Unless he were impotent…

Taejung brought his hand to Wooseung’s butt. He spread the plump buttocks and fiddled with the tightly closed hole.

“You come just from me sucking on this.”

Wooseung couldn’t take it anymore and shoved Taejung away, thump.

“Ouch.”

He wasn’t even hurt, but he crumpled his face as if he were in pain. Wooseung got up completely and tried to flee, intending to leave the bedroom. However, Taejung, who had gotten up right after him, grabbed him by the waist. A thick forearm wrapped tightly around his waist, and his feet were lifted slightly off the ground.

“Ah!”

Taejung carried Wooseung in his arms to the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

“Are you Hansel and Gretel?”

The semen that had been trickling from his hole was already flowing down his thigh. Without a moment to wipe it, Wooseung was pushed against the wall, his hands flat against it. Taejung, pressed tightly against his back, nibbled on his shoulder, chomp, chomp, while kneading his buttocks.

“It’s dripping everywhere.”

“That’s because you don’t use a condom…”

Taejung pretended not to hear and slid his middle finger into the hole, slurp. He enjoyed the way the lean body flinched, pressing firmly inside to scrape out the semen. Drip drop drip, the amount of semen that poured out was considerable.

Watching the milky white semen flow down the pale thighs, Taejung’s eyes grew increasingly moist.