HPK 26

“Fine. Then don’t do it.”

However, unlike what Wooseung worried about, Taejung backed down easily. It was unlike him, with his strange obsession of clinging to something until it was done.

“What can I do, he says he has esophagitis.”

He raised and lowered his eyebrows, feigning indifference. On the other hand, it also seemed like he had truly lost interest.

Taejung folded one leg over his knee and looked at Moonsu. His fine hair swayed as he tilted his head.

“Moonsu, your dick is going to get soggy.”

Moonsu smiled and pressed down on Hyojun’s head even harder.

“This bastard keeps trying to slack off.”

He blamed Hyojun for his inability to cum. He didn’t care about the gack, gack sounds coming from below and just put more force into his hand.

Taejung let out a chuckle and took a cigarette from the pack in front of him. Moonsu quickly grabbed a lighter and presented it, but Taejung leaned his head back and pointed at Wooseung, saying, “Give it to him.” Moonsu handed the lighter to Wooseung, and Taejung, with the cigarette still in his mouth, turned his head toward Wooseung.

“You shouldn’t be slacking off.”

As Taejung took a deep drag, the end of the filter glowed red.

“Jiwon.”

There was no one named Jiwon in this room. The person he was referring to was Hyojun, who used the alias ‘Jaewoo’ in this room.

Taejung exhaled a puff of smoke, then scratched the end of his eyebrow with the fingers holding the cigarette.

“Want to play a game?”

The words that came out of his mouth were a little unexpected. When Moonsu asked, “A game?” Taejung gave a slight nod and replied, “Yeah, a game.”

Hyojun’s head, which had been crushed under Moonsu’s hand, stopped moving. The messy sounds were no longer heard either. It was because Moonsu had tapped his temple a couple of times, signaling him to stop for a moment. Not only that, but everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at Taejung.

“Within one minute.”

Taejung picked up a can of coke and shook it from side to side. There was no sloshing sound.

“If you make Moonsu cum, you get 100,000 won.”

Moonsu frowned slightly and smiled.

“Isn’t this too disadvantageous for me?”

Since Hyojun had been sucking his penis for a while, he was already on the verge of ejaculating. He would pull out when he felt like he was about to cum, and then push it back into his mouth when he felt it was okay again. This was to maximize the pleasure. It was obvious that if Hyojun went at it with determination now, he wouldn’t last long.

“That’s what makes it fun.”

His pronunciation was muffled because of the cigarette in his mouth. He moved the cigarette to his fingers and continued speaking.

“Jiwon. You in or out?”

His gaze was fixed on Hyojun, who still had his head buried in Moonsu’s crotch.

About three seconds passed, then Hyojun began to shake his head faster than before. The sound of saliva being smeared around echoed graphically. It was a silent answer, indicating his participation in the game.

“Ahaha!”

“Whoa, shit. Hyung-nim, you’re in big trouble!”

The men burst into laughter. There were also jeers telling Moonsu not to lose.

The room was instantly filled with all sorts of noises. Moonsu’s raspy, phlegmy breath rumbling from below his throat, as if he was forcibly holding it in. The sound of wet skin rubbing quickly together. A sound like someone sucking on melted ice cream.

Wooseung felt dizzy from the noise that mercilessly assaulted his ears. Short, gasping breaths poured from between his slightly parted lips. What he had felt when he first entered this room and witnessed the chaotic scene was nothing compared to this.

“Heo-euh…”

Before long, Moonsu furrowed his brow and bent his waist. The back of his hand, which was roughly patting the back of Hyojun’s head, was covered in small scars.

“Ten, nine, eight!”

Just then, someone shouted loudly. The cell phone he held up high had a timer running. Before he knew it, everyone had joined in, shouting out the remaining time.

“Six, five!”

The time was quickly running out.

“Three, two, one!”

Finally, the man shouted “one,” and at the same time, someone tapped a liquor bottle with a bottle opener as if it were an instrument. Cheers that one would expect to hear after winning a match erupted.

“Hyung-nim, hyung-nim! Did you cum?”

The man sitting at the very end of the sofa jumped to his feet and asked.

“Did I, heu, cum, you think?”

Looking around at the men with sparkling eyes, Moonsu grinned broadly. His teeth were visible between his widely parted lips. Soon, he gave Hyojun’s head a hard shove. With a thwack, Hyojun slumped to the floor.

“Heok, heok…”

The sound of his ragged breathing could be heard. But the men’s attention was solely on Moonsu’s erect, dangling penis. He grabbed the base of his penis and shook it proudly.

“Haha!”

When Taejung burst out laughing, the pride etched on Moonsu’s face deepened even further.

“I guess I’ll have to give the 100,000 won to Moonsu.”

“Thank you!”

Moonsu, his penis dangling, shot up from the sofa. He then gratefully accepted the two 50,000 won bills Taejung handed him with both hands. Even though there was a huge pile of 50,000 won bills on the table, he smiled joyfully as if what Taejung gave him was something incredibly special.

Hyojun remained as he was, not even thinking of wiping his wet lips. His gaze was fixed on the bundle of 50,000 won bills with wet corners, piled on the table.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Moonsu kicked him lightly with his foot as he sat idly on the floor.

“You should thank the president.”

The one who reacted to those words was Wooseung. A strong force went into the hand that was gripping the sofa. The bones on the back of his hand bulged, and his fingertips turned white.

What in the world is there to be thankful for?

He was just humiliated in front of others and didn’t even get the 100,000 won. What on earth… what on earth is there to be thankful for.

“…Thank you.”

However, Hyojun skillfully concealed his stiff expression. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot, but he smiled, worried he might upset the men.

His retreating figure, as he sluggishly got up from the floor and returned to his spot, was pathetic. Neither Taejung, who had proposed the game, nor Moonsu, his opponent, spared him even a small glance.

“But hyung-nim, at that rate, aren’t you suffering from delayed ejaculation?”

“Delayed ejaculation, my ass, you son of a bitch.”

Amidst the boisterous noise, Hyojun slowly drank some water. The hand holding the glass was trembling slightly.

“Who’s next?”

Taejung’s voice cut through the noisy atmosphere.

At that moment, the players’ gazes all turned at once to the wad of bills piled on one side of the table. Even if they were crumpled and their corners were a bit wet, their value remained the same.

Wooseung unknowingly clenched his teeth hard. His lower molars throbbed with a dull ache. To the point where he couldn’t stand it anymore.

♡

“Excuse me, have you seen Hyojun?”

“Haven’t seen him.”

Hyojun was nowhere in the waiting room. He had definitely been in the waiting room just a moment ago, but he had vanished without a trace while he went to the restroom. Wondering if they had missed each other, he was about to head back to the restroom when he suddenly remembered Kim Jungoh looking for Hyojun. Wooseung took off the bag he was wearing, left the waiting room, and went to the counter.

“Manager. Did you finish talking with Hyojun, by any chance?”

“Talk? What talk.”

“Um… You were looking for Hyojun earlier.”

“Ah, that. He went for a second round…”

Kim Jungoh trailed off awkwardly mid-sentence.

“Never mind. Just pretend you didn’t hear anything.”

A second round?

Wooseung had clearly heard the words ‘second round’ come out of Kim Jungoh’s mouth. Kim Jungoh scratched his temple with a pen, a troubled look on his face.

“He’s an acquaintance of the president, you know. So, well…”

Normally, the establishment would prevent players from going for a second round. But that was only on the surface; it was impossible to stop a player from personally meeting a client outside one-on-one. However, he had never heard of the establishment going beyond tacitly allowing it to actively encouraging a second round between a client and a player.

Was his name Moonsu?

A height close to 190cm, a physique comparable to Taejung’s, and on top of that, tattoos covering his entire arms and legs.

‘If you make Moonsu cum within one minute, you get 100,000 won.’

The low voice that suddenly came to mind made Wooseung think that perhaps this was not of Hyojun’s own will.

“Is the president still at the club?”

He could see the waiters busily moving between Room 7 and the kitchen. It hadn’t even been 15 minutes since the room had ended.

“Why the president?”

“…”

“What are you trying to do? Hey, hey, stop it. Park Hyojun already left in a car.”

Kim Jungoh scowled deeply and scolded Wooseung. He didn’t have any grand plan for what he would do if he found Taejung. It was just that…

“…He’s not supposed to go for a second round.”

The strong smell of alcohol came out every time he spoke. He felt bad for refusing the cigarette, so he couldn’t turn down the drinks offered and drank them all.

“Ha, how many times do I have to tell you he’s the president’s acquaintance.”

“Still, still, what’s not allowed is…”

Just then, a characteristically deep, low voice was heard from behind.

“Are you talking behind my back right now?”

Startled, he whipped around to see Taejung looking this way with a beaming smile. They were close enough for the conversation to be easily overheard. That distance soon shrank drastically as Taejung strode closer with his wide steps. The strong scent of musk instantly overwhelmed the surrounding air.

“Looks like you really were talking behind my back?”

Taejung lightly kicked the back of Wooseung’s heel with his foot. Taking a step back, Wooseung shook his head.

“I wasn’t… talking behind your back.”

“Jungoh. Why don’t you tell me? He always says he didn’t do it.”

Kim Jungoh’s Adam’s apple bobbed down and then returned to its place. He put down the pen he had been twirling and straightened his back.

“He’s acting like this because of the player who left with Moonsu hyung-nim. Asking if it’s okay to go for a second round. Ahem, I was stopping him because he said he would ask the president himself.”

“A second round?”

“…”

“Ah, that kid from earlier.”

Taejung, who immediately grasped what kind of squabble had occurred between the two, tilted his head towards Wooseung.

“You had something to ask me?”

“…You’re not supposed to go for a second round.”

Taejung picked up a business card for a designated driver service from the counter and looked it over, flipping it back and forth. Then, he held it between his fingers and rubbed it as if sizing something up.

“But since Hyojun went for a second round, I thought I should bring this to your attention…”

“Get rid of this one. It’s dirty.”

Taejung flicked the business card at Jungoh. Kim Jungoh disappeared below the counter to pick up the card that had fallen on the floor. The moment he stood up again, Taejung threw out a shocking statement.

“Then do you want to go instead?”

Not only Wooseung, the person in question, but also Kim Jungoh’s eyes widened in surprise.

“…What?”

Taejung turned his body completely towards the counter.

“Jungoh. Call Moonsu. Tell him another kid is on his way up.”