HPK 58

As soon as they left the room, Hyojun desperately grabbed Wooseung’s shoulders.

“Hyung, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know it would turn out like this either… Ah, but you don’t have to worry about a thing. I’m really blinded by money right now, you know? There is absolutely no way I will make a mistake before I get the money.”

He added so many ‘really’s it was hard to count. Wooseung, still held by him, quietly listened to his continuous words. In any case, he was the one who had agreed to it. It was not Hyojun’s fault.

“Kim Hyungho came back safely, too. Honestly, if that bastard could do it, there’s no way I can’t. That makes no sense. You admit that too, right, hyung?”

He remembered Hyungho threatening Taejung, saying it was a risky job. But from the first errand, he had clearly returned safely. He had properly received the money from Taejung and was even praised for doing a good job.

Hadn’t he seen it all clearly with his own eyes? So Hyojun would also be able to finish the job safely.

“So you don’t have to worry about a thing, hyung.”

“…Okay.”

Perhaps because he would soon earn a large sum of money that could solve his immediate problems, Hyojun seemed inwardly pleased even as he repeatedly apologized. Even his telling him not to worry seemed to be out of fear that Wooseung might tell Taejung he couldn’t do it.

“It would have been good if I could have gotten in touch with Kim Hyungho and asked him what the job was. Ah, tsk. That’s a bit of a shame.”

“…”

“Ha, I’m nervous. Hyung, to be honest, I don’t think I’m in my right mind right now.”

He looked like it. Hyojun’s face, a mixture of apology and joy, resembled someone who was heavily drunk or on drugs. Come to think of it, before they left the room, Taejung had asked a questionable question.

‘You don’t do drugs, right?’

Hyojun had nodded his head so hard it seemed like it would fall off. Taejung had laughed and said okay at the sight of him puffing out his chest and saying he would never do drugs and to please believe him.

But on the day Moonsu came to Kirin, Hyojun had definitely…

“Hyung, let’s go. The president must be waiting.”

Grabbing Wooseung who was about to get lost in thought, Hyojun strode toward the waiting room. They had just grabbed their things and were quickly leaving the waiting room when a player whose name he didn’t know started a fight with Hyojun.

“Look at this bastard, leaving early because he struck out?”

Knowing that Hyojun hadn’t been in a single room today, he giggled and teased him. Hyojun raised his middle finger and left the waiting room with Wooseung. He completely ignored the player’s question about what he did in the president’s room.

“If it’s a really strange job… then just don’t do it.”

“Hey, I get it. I’ll take care of everything.”

Hyojun firmly pushed Wooseung’s back as he hesitated, unable to move. Then he waved his hand and walked off toward the hallway where Room 7 was. After watching his retreating back until the tall figure finally disappeared around the corner, Wooseung finally started walking. His feet felt incredibly heavy, as if sandbags were tied to his ankles.

Clutching the strap of his bag tightly, he slowly climbed the stairs. Taejung had told Wooseung to pack his things and come to the parking lot, and had told Hyojun to wait in Room 7. Would the same thing that happened that time happen in the room? Wooseung desperately erased the afterimage of that day that kept surfacing.

When he went out to the parking lot, clear, cool air filled his nostrils refreshingly. Nearby, there was a car with its headlights on, humming with a low vroom. He forced his reluctant feet to move toward it. The windows were tinted so darkly that he couldn’t see inside at all. After hesitating, he knocked on the window, knock, knock.

The window slid down smoothly. Taejung, leaning back comfortably in his seat, looked at Wooseung and smiled playfully.

“Get in quick.”

When Wooseung immediately tried to open the handle, he said in a chiding tone, “You have to go around.” Wooseung went around the hood to the seat behind the driver. The car was filled with a scent that had by now become familiar. The heavy scent quickly pushed out the clear air and settled firmly in his lungs. It resembled Taejung, who always acted like an outlaw.

“Should we depart?”

At the words from the driver’s seat, he quickly put down his bag and fastened his seatbelt.

“Junseok. You’d better drive well. This kid is scared.”

“I will drive safely, Mr. President.”

Soon, Junseok changed gears and stepped on the accelerator. The car slowly curved to the left and moved forward. Wooseung blankly stared at the receding Kirin through the window.

The light streaming in from outside barely managed to push back a sliver of darkness. How much time had passed? Wooseung swayed back and forth, propping himself up on the bed with difficulty. At that moment, the penis ruthlessly pushed into his deepest parts.

“Hut…!”

He held on by desperately clutching the bedding that was wrapped around his hands, but he could not stop his elbows from buckling. Just like that, his waist sank down completely. With only his buttocks lifted high up, he received Taejung’s penis.

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Taejung gripped his pelvis firmly, preventing Wooseung from collapsing completely.

“Heok, huff, ah, fuck…”

From behind, Taejung’s sticky groans could be heard continuously. His tingling lower parts and the unpleasant feeling of a foreign object filling his stomach made the tip of his nose slowly start to sting.

“Heuu, eut.”

Because he had already cried as much as he could, not only the area around his eyes but also his cheeks and temples where tears had flowed were all stinging. Every time his skin brushed against the bedding, he felt a sharp pain, so he had no choice but to push himself up with his arms again.

“Huff, huff, hoouu…”

His shoulder blades protruded, and conversely, his spine sank inward. As his back arched, his lower body naturally tensed up, tightening around the penis even more.

“Kkht…”

Taejung tilted his head back, then brought it down again, letting out a ragged breath. The sight of the head, which had sunk down, dangling limply, suddenly got on his nerves.

The bumpy insides were constantly and sweetly biting his penis, but the owner of the body was just making motions of enduring it.

“…Ha.”

He rubbed the inside of his cheek with his tongue and slowly pulled his hips back. The penis, emerging endlessly from between the pale white butt cheeks, was glistening, wet with all sorts of bodily fluids.

“Aht…!”

At the feeling of his insides being pulled out along with it, Wooseung trembled. Taejung licked the corner of his mouth as he watched the small, squirming body. Now he was finally showing a reaction worth watching.

He deliberately pulled his penis out slowly and then pushed it back in repeatedly. After thrusting it in all the way to the root, he would also rotate his hips in a circle.

“Hey.”

“Euht, eut.”

“Hahh, hey, hey.”

He called for Wooseung while slowly thrusting his penis upwards, thwack, thwack. The dark red penis, wrapped in thick veins, contrasted with Wooseung’s exceptionally white skin, boasting an even more menacing appearance.

At the continuous calls, the head that had been hanging down slowly lifted up. But, as Taejung pushed his penis in again, it dropped limply once more like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Eu, hut…”

With a sardonic smile on his lips, Taejung grabbed Wooseung’s left leg and turned his body. He laid the thin body flat on its back and slowly moved his hips back and forth. Because he kept trying to close his legs, he gripped his thighs firmly.

“Hoo, you are not, answering.”

Their skin, wet with slick fluid, slapped against each other, creating obscene sounds.

“You keep, thinking about, hoou, other things.”

With each slow but powerful insertion, splat splat, the moisture that had pooled at their point of connection splattered in all directions. The bedding under his buttocks was already thoroughly soaked.

“I-I’m tired… euht, eugh… I wasn’t, heuu, thinking about other things.”

“I was the only one who came, so what the fuck, heuh, do you have to be tired about.”

Taejung, who had been naturally berating Wooseung, suddenly frowned.

‘Because I didn’t feel good at all. So it’s ten thousand won.’

His eyes slid downwards. The pinkish penis, half-erect and dangling, came into view.

“…”

The slow hip movements stopped. So far, he had come once inside Wooseung. Including the first time in his mouth, it was a total of two times.

The deliberation was short.

“…Ah!”

The half-erect penis still had a soft feeling to it. The head was wet with a moist liquid, and the shaft below it was smooth. He thought it would smell, but rather than that, it was more…

“Why, why…”

Taejung glanced once at Wooseung, who was looking at him with a bewildered face, and then slowly stroked his penis. The body underneath him flinched in surprise.

“Don’t, don’t do it.”

As the entreating and horrified eyes were directed at him, Taejung’s chest throbbed with a tight feeling. He thought they were pupils that went quite well with the red, raw skin around his eyes.

He grabbed the thighs that were trying to close and firmly wedged his body between them. Then, ignoring him as he reached out a hand to stop him, he stroked him with just the right amount of force.

The sensitive glans brushed against his calloused knuckles, and a dizzying pleasure washed over him. Wooseung let out a groan that was close to a scream.

“Ah, aht!”

“Keuk!”

Simultaneously, Taejung’s back arched. Vicious veins stood out on his temples, and his jaw tensed. It was because the inner flesh, slick with the semen he had ejaculated, contracted and squeezed his penis tightly. The hole pulsed, and the tender insides repeated a cycle of contraction and relaxation. His penis throbbed violently, as if it was about to ejaculate at any moment.

“Hey, fuck, sudden, ly…”

Taejung glared at Wooseung with a scowl. He thought Wooseung had done it on purpose. But Wooseung was blinking his eyelids rapidly… looking extremely troubled. The penis in his hand had become fully erect in no time.

“…Ha.”

A small hand reached down and pitifully grabbed his wrist. For some reason, he kept laughing at the utterly weak strength. A mischievous interest began to appear on the handsome, shadowed face.