PAHO 11

Did I succeed in tricking them? The relief was brief, as Na Taebeom grabbed the doorknob. Bang, the sound of the door slamming shut was chilling.

“I thought you were just some male prostitute, but you’re surprisingly quick-witted.”

He grinned, twisting the corner of his mouth, with his hand still on the door.

“I’m impressed.”

Driven back by his intensely heated gaze, Nam Gyeonhwa gnawed on his lip. It made sense; not only was he dealing with an uninvited guest in the middle of the night, but he had also been openly harassed in front of the security guards. He had no reason to be pleased.

“I apologize for making you uncomfortable.”

“And what good is an apology?”

“If you want to hit me, I will gladly take it.”

He clenched his teeth, bracing for a fist that might fly at him at any moment. However, Na Taebeom just stared blankly at Nam Gyeonhwa.

“Why is your story different from before?”

“What do you mean?”

Frowning, Na Taebeom twisted and gripped Nam Gyeonhwa’s arm tightly.

“Are you a birdbrain? Did you already forget what happened a few minutes ago? You said it yourself.”

Na Taebeom said, pressing Nam Gyeonhwa against the door.

“That you’re good at it.”

His once listless eyes glinted. The light that brushed across his gray pupils was distorted with a brilliant, strange color.

“Are you really good? From what I saw earlier, your kissing was pretty terrible.”

“…Let go of my arm.”

“Ha, now you’re dropping the formalities. Never mind that, just answer my question. I asked if you’re good at it. Right now.”

“Stop this pointless shit and just hit me…!”

Smack, his head snapped to the side from the slap. Before he had a chance to collect himself, another hand flew at his face. It was as if his palm was plated with steel; his eardrums rang, and his head throbbed.

“Still not going to answer?”

Nam Gyeonhwa swiftly grabbed the hand that was coming at him again and, using the momentum, pushed Na Taebeom against the nearby wall, pressing his arm against his neck. Na Taebeom, smirking, shrugged his shoulders.

“Didn’t you just tell me to hit you?”

“I just said to hit me once. I didn’t say to keep beating me.”

“Ah, is that so? One hit isn’t enough for me.”

Crazy bastard. Cursing him in his mind, Nam Gyeonhwa ground his teeth. At this rate, he had no choice but to press on his neck and knock him out. Na Taebeom, who was calmly looking at Nam Gyeonhwa staring up at him with narrowed eyes, pressed their foreheads together.

“Nosebleed.”

Drip, drip, the moment he felt the wetness under his nose, Na Taebeom suddenly grabbed his elbow and forcefully drove his knee up into Nam Gyeonhwa’s stomach.

“Keuk!”

Thrown backward, Nam Gyeonhwa instinctively curled up and rolled on the floor. He had barely managed to avoid landing on his head, but his stomach, where he had been hit, ached tremendously. The pain was so intense, as if his internal organs had been thoroughly beaten with a hammer, that he couldn’t uncurl his body.

Na Taebeom, who had approached him in the meantime, bent down and pulled Nam Gyeonhwa up by his hair. Cough. The area around his coughing mouth was a mess with the blood that had trickled down from his nose.

“Hitting you is not even close to enough. At this rate, how is this going to be worth my while?”

Na Taebeom clicked his tongue and tapped Nam Gyeonhwa’s cheek with his hand. A bruise must have already been forming, as every place he touched throbbed.

“I asked you if you were good at it three times, and how could you not say a single fucking word.”

Finally, Na Taebeom gripped his jaw tightly and snarled.

“Did you nail your tongue down? Say something. Or should I call those bastards back as spectators?”

Just then, the speaker switched to the next song, and crackle, crackle, along with the white noise, a song with a sweet voice began to play. “My Funny Valentine.” The song, so unfitting for the grim, life-threatening atmosphere, made him lose his tension, and he let out a hollow laugh.

“Earlier, you said you didn’t like, fucking, men.”

“That’s true, but I also can’t stand being curious.”

Na Taebeom, who had been fiddling with the area around his jaw, traced the line of his lips with his thumb. The blood on his finger stained his lower lip like cheap lipstick.

“I’ve never seen such a stiff solicitation in my entire life. What the fuck, clinging to me like a wooden doll and making a pathetic plea. It’s absurd and funny.”

“So, you got turned on by something as trivial as that?”

“And what if I did?”

At the audacious retort, Nam Gyeonhwa fell silent. Na Taebeom, after wiping the remaining blood from his finger on Nam Gyeonhwa’s collar, tilted his chin.

“So, go ahead and satisfy me.”

“…”

“Who knows. If you really satisfy me, I might just turn a blind eye to the fact that you’re still here and pretend this never happened.”

Ignoring him as he stood up, snickering, Nam Gyeonhwa squeezed his eyes shut. Kim Hangyeol, who had clicked his tongue and called him a psycho of a different breed, had been right. Hadn’t he seen on the match broadcast that he was a madman who beat his opponents senseless with a brass-knuckled fist?

It would have been better to break through the five special security guards, whether he lived or died. Choosing to drag Na Taebeom into this in a fleeting attempt to escape being captured was a misjudgment.

After a moment of silence, Nam Gyeonhwa spoke as if letting out a sigh.

“My hair.”

“Your hair, what?”

“You have to let go of my hair for me to do anything for you.”

At his sharp retort, Na Taebeom burst into a broad smile.

“Your attitude has suddenly changed.”

“It seems talking won’t work with you.”

“So you’re going to try to win me over with your body?”

Staring at Na Taebeom, who still hadn’t let go of his hair, Nam Gyeonhwa reached for his thigh. For a moment, he swallowed his shock at the thick volume that touched his palm.

Surely this club-like thing isn’t his dick.

However, as soon as he lifted the hem of the robe, he knew that the guess he had wanted to deny was not a mistake. Nam Gyeonhwa clutched the hem of the robe and stared blankly at his crotch. Even though they were fairly loose trunks that matched his thick thighs, the outline of his penis was slightly visible on the upper surface.

“You were so confident, and now all you can do is stare at another man’s underwear?”

“…”

“You look so prim and proper, but you’re quite the pervert.”

Na Taebeom jeered and brought his crotch to Nam Gyeonhwa’s face. Nam Gyeonhwa, gnawing on his lip, finally knelt down and pulled down the waistband of the trunks with his hands. At the same time, thump, his penis sprang out.

“This is…”

Nam Gyeonhwa swallowed the gasp that escaped him at the unbelievable size and bit his lower lip. No matter how good his physique was, he doubted whether this was a size that actually existed. His pubic mound was also clean, without a single hair, and his smooth penis appeared to be half-erect.

“I’m getting bored.”

The sudden voice snapped him to his senses. Right, what did the size matter? Big or small, the situation was the same: he had to kneel before someone and suck his dick. If he could escape this crisis and go home, what wouldn’t he do?

He had to endure it, if only for Haejin. He could endure it.

“Don’t suddenly kick me because you’re disgusted.”

“We’ll see how you do.”

Taking a deep breath, Nam Gyeonhwa pulled his body forward. As he lightly touched the tip of the penis with his lips, a peculiar body odor, a mix of the faint smell of sweat and soap, wafted from his groin. Nam Gyeonhwa opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and lightly licked the glans. At the same time, he felt the thigh muscles he was holding contract slightly.

“Hmm.”

When he pointed his tongue and licked the urethral opening between the glans intensively, a languid breath poured down from above his head. He didn’t know if he should be relieved, but at least it seemed he wouldn’t be kicked.

After gently teasing the area between the glans with his tongue, he opened his mouth a little wider and bluntly took the tip into his mouth. Even though he had only lightly bitten the upper part with his lips, he already felt like he was suffocating.

Gently spreading the saliva pooled under his tongue on the surface of the glans, Nam Gyeonhwa lowered his chin and took the penis into his mouth, filling it completely. He had opened his mouth quite wide, but it was so tight that the corners of his lips stung.

On the hunch that if his teeth so much as touched the penis, he might suddenly turn violent and start beating him or something, he tried his best to relax his lips while sucking audibly on the penis he held in his mouth.

“Ugh.”

At the short exclamation, he looked up and saw Na Taebeom tilting his chin back, catching his breath. He could feel the penis in his mouth squirm and twitch slightly with his tongue and the roof of his mouth. It seemed he could induce ejaculation if he continued a little longer.

With things going smoothly, Nam Gyeonhwa used the tongue supporting the underside to rub the shaft of flesh vigorously. Schlick, slurp, the sound of saliva-soaked flesh mingling intruded lewdly upon the languid melody.

The moment he felt the thick thigh convulse, Na Taebeom pulled the hair he was holding like a rein. Nam Gyeonhwa’s body was suddenly thrown forward, and the penis was shoved deep into his mouth.

“Hah, swallowing, only half, is, fucking, cheating.”

On the verge of having even the penis he couldn’t swallow shoved down his throat, Nam Gyeonhwa gripped the thighs he was holding as if to tear them apart. His throat was not just blocked by the penis; it was on the verge of being pushed straight down his esophagus. He felt like his face would explode from suffocation.

Barely managing to grab and twist Na Taebeom’s wrist, Nam Gyeonhwa threw his head back. Semen suddenly burst from the penis as it was pulled out of his mouth. Pant, pant, under his ragged breathing, the sound of coughing mixed with retching could be heard. Clutching his chest and gasping for breath, Nam Gyeonhwa glared upward.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you mean? I was just helping you do it properly.”

“What?”

“Ah, fuck, I got my clothes dirty.”

Na Taebeom clicked his tongue and gently shook the hem of his robe. Tears that had welled up physiologically in Nam Gyeonhwa’s frowning eyes streamed down his cheeks. Na Taebeom, who had been watching his sorry state while fiddling with the hair he was gripping, brought his penis to Nam Gyeonhwa’s reddened eyes and poked him with it.

“I’m not satisfied at all. You still have to take responsibility for the rest.”