HPK 105

Wooseung, wondering at the sudden quiet surroundings, craned his neck to look back.

The first thing he saw was Taejung’s dark, clouded eyes. And then a red tongue licking his lips, as if tasting something.

Wooseung urgently grabbed his wrist.

“I can’t, I can’t do it anymore.”

The murky eyes slowly moved upward. Finally, their gazes met. Wooseung shook his head from side to side. At the stubborn refusal, everyday emotions began to slowly return to Taejung’s face.

“Why? You’re hard too.”

Frowning slightly, he grabbed Wooseung’s dangling, half-hard penis with his hand. As if to show him.

“Eut. That’s because you keep touching it…”

Wooseung pulled Taejung’s hand off his penis. He slipped away to the side and took a step back.

“I don’t want to…”

“Why.”

Why? Had he already forgotten that they had done it to the point where his legs were giving out?

Taejung stroked his own fully erect penis and closed the distance Wooseung had created. Wooseung instinctively backed away again.

“But I want to.”

Taejung’s build was so large that standing in front of him created the illusion of being cast in a shadow. Even unintentionally, he always exuded a heavy sense of pressure.

Wooseung glanced at the wide-open bathroom door behind him. It seemed possible if he squeezed through and got out…. As he backed away without thinking, he found himself in front of the shower stall. If he went any further back, he would be completely blocked by Taejung.

Slick, slick. Taejung stroked his penis as if he were masturbating. A clear fluid that had pooled at the glans dripped to the floor, drip.

Looking at the veins running across his hard abs, it seemed unlikely he would back down easily. As Wooseung pondered, another alternative came to his mind.

“Then… I’ll do it with my mouth.”

He said, intending to kneel. But suddenly, his arm was grabbed and yanked upward, whoosh. At the same time, he was pushed against the cold wall, his back hitting it with a thud.

“Ah…!”

The force was so strong it felt like his shoulder would pop out of its socket. His back, which had slammed against the wall, cried out in a stinging pain. But something more frightening awaited Wooseung.

“Hey, am I a client?”

His coolly composed face was now filled with anger. The arousal had vanished without a trace.

Wooseung was bewildered. He wondered what this situation was all about.

“I asked if I’m a client.”

“I just…”

He hadn’t known that offering to use his mouth would provoke such a strong reaction. It was merely something he said because taking him again from behind felt overwhelming when he said he wanted to do it. The old Taejung had really liked it when he used his mouth, so he thought he would let it go. He wasn’t particularly treating him like a client.

But Taejung hardened his expression as if he had heard something awful. He clenched his teeth so tightly that the muscles in his jaw stood out menacingly.

“I wasn’t thinking of you as a client…”

Taejung cut off his faltering words and suddenly smirked.

“Ah, now I get it.”

Anger was beaded on his savagely twisted lips.

“I was wondering how this dazed idiot managed to sell his body…”

“…”

“I was so fucking naive. Right?”

His glistening eyes held a blade. Wooseung flinched his shoulders without realizing it. As his wet skin dried in the arid air, a chill that was hard to feel in this season set in.

The grip on his arm grew stronger and stronger. Feeling like his arm would break if he kept resisting, Wooseung looked straight at him and denied it.

“…I’ve never treated you like a client.”

“Ah, please. Don’t show off that your head is just for decoration.”

When Taejung reacted as if he were sick and tired of it, Wooseung felt a surge of emotion.

“I said I’ve never treated you like a client, so why do you keep…!”

“I’ll do it with my mouth. I’ll suck you off. Ah, should I use my hand?”

Suddenly, Taejung put on a coquettish expression that did not suit him at all. His voice was full of mockery, and Wooseung, who was about to refute that he had never said such things, froze. It was because of a memory that flashed through his mind.

‘They won’t know if you do it secretly. Look at them.’

The hand that grabbed Wooseung’s arm and led him down. The skin of others that had always felt so unfamiliar.

At those times, Wooseung had looked for other alternatives and earnestly tried to persuade the other person. He had done it without knowing better at first, but the establishment wouldn’t stand by and watch him do that sort of thing instead of quickly getting the drinks sold. After being scolded several times, he had learned his own way.

‘With my hand, I’ll do it for you with my hand.’

He offered something in return that the other person might let slide, something that was not quite sex but was comparable to it. Then the other person, though with a sullen expression, would back down.

Taejung was now imitating the Wooseung of that time.

“How…”

Wooseung’s face turned deathly pale, then red, in a chaotic display.

“And after all that, what? You don’t treat me like a client?”

Taejung yanked Wooseung’s arm, which he was gripping tightly, toward him. The distance was so close that Wooseung had to crane his neck to meet Taejung’s eyes. His anger-filled pupils glistened with a murky light.

“I told you not to show off that you sold your body, why can’t you fix your habit?”

The voice, full of ridicule, landed painfully near his ear.

Wooseung met Taejung’s gaze with trembling eyes. The stare that fixed on him was burning hot. But at the same time….

Arousal, lust, anger. All sorts of things were mixed together, making it murky and dirty.

“I sold my body…”

“…”

“How can that not show?”

His low voice continued precariously.

He always yelled at him not to show off that he had sold his body. Wooseung didn’t know how that kind of thing showed, nor did he know how to hide it.

Taejung’s brow furrowed slightly.

“Are you proud of selling your body?”

He said through clenched teeth.

“You’re the one who sold your body like a fucking piece of trash, so why the fuck do I have to feel like shit.”

“…you are.”

“What?”

Wooseung looked up at Taejung. At those eyes that could never be called clean.

“How clean are you to say that?”

It wasn’t a burst of indignation. Nor was it particularly a feeling of injustice, because it was true that he had sold his body to earn money.

When he first started the work, he had even found it a little fascinating. To think that someone really pays money for this, that buying and selling people wasn’t just something in the movies.

“Ha…”

Taejung laughed with a look of utter disbelief.

“If I’m dirty, then you’re the same.”

Taejung sells people to make money. He doesn’t even see his products, the hosts and girls, as human beings.

And yet, he keeps him, who had worked as a host, by his side and acts as he pleases. This wasn’t the first or second day his words and actions had contradicted each other.

“If it bothers you, then you can stop this here.”

The corner of Taejung’s mouth trembled, tremble.

“Has this one gone crazy…”

“Instead of telling me what to do, you first, eut…!”

A hand shot out and grabbed his chin, snatch. His head was yanked sharply upward, and Taejung’s menacing gaze poured down on him without any filter. It stung like facing strong sunlight.

“Ah!”

“What? Tell you what to do?”

The force of the fingers pressing below his ear was fierce. It felt like his jaw would be dislocated if he moved wrong.

“Stop what, what. Why do you get to decide that.”

“Eut…”

“You just do as I say.”

Every time he shook his hand, his brain shook with it. The grip was so strong it brought on a faint spell of dizziness.

“Really, just. Huh?”

The actions and words that treated the other person as infinitely insignificant.

The more he did so, the sharper Wooseung’s fiercely upturned eyes became. He was treating the other person like an idiot, as if dealing with someone who was completely incapable of learning, but the real idiot was him. Wooseung glared at Taejung and spat out each word clearly.

“Who’s the one acting, euk, like a client right now.”

In that instant, the strength in the hand gripping his chin loosened slightly. Wooseung did not miss that moment.

“The one acting like a client is you.”

“…”

“You’re the one showing off that you bought me with money, eut!”

“You, fucker…!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Taejung swung his fist. Without even time to close his eyes, a loud BANG! echoed right next to his face. Still not satisfied, Taejung continuously punched the wall.

BANG, BANG, BANG! A roaring sound echoed.

Glistening eyes, the air stinging his skin. He was reminded of the time Taejung washed his blood-stained hands with alcohol. Back then, even though the violence wasn’t directed at him, he had been terrified and had trembled.

“Fuck, fuck!”

Unfiltered curses poured out indiscriminately.

Wooseung flinched his shoulders but did not take his eyes off Taejung. Even though the anger was directed solely at him, he tried to face the other person somehow.

“Fuck, really…”

As if trying to suppress his anger, he pressed the crown of his head with his hand, lowered his head, and gasped for breath. When he couldn’t calm down easily, he repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fist, and his hand was trembling violently.

He roughly wiped his lips and chin, panting. Each time his chest heaved, his rib cage swelled ferociously.

A moment later, Taejung’s mouth opened.

“If I had really bought you with money.”

Their gazes locked hotly in mid-air.

“You wouldn’t be able to walk right now.”

A chill ran down his spine at the voice, tinged with a raw lust. Wooseung gulped but did not avert his gaze.

“…I’ve never treated you like a client either.”

He refuted in a low voice.

“Ha, ha…”

However, Taejung threw his head back toward the ceiling and kept smirking. Then, abruptly, his laughter ceased unnaturally. The atmosphere in the silent bathroom was strange.

His gaze, which had not left Wooseung’s face for a long time, gradually moved downward and stopped at his chin and arm. The fair skin had turned a bright red in that time.

“Fucking thing…”

Taejung bit out a low curse and turned away. SLAM! The door closed forcefully, and a silence even deeper than before descended.

Wooseung stared blankly at the closed door.