Vol 7 Ch 9

The newlyweds were bickering in front of the elevator. Their mood had soured after being cursed at by some strange Korean guy, and since they felt a casino employee had also slighted them, they were venting their frustration on an innocent porter. Their belief was that anyone in the service industry ought to have a servant’s disposition.

The wife, who used to work as a cashier at a supermarket, had often dealt with black consumers, and conversely, when she herself received low-cost service, she would use the opportunity to release the resentment she had built up.

Since they had won a whopping 3.5 billion won at the casino, they believed it was only natural that any staff member working at Füssen, whether in the casino or in the restaurants, should accommodate their every whim. When the porter, whose Korean was poor, asked in simple English for their room number, they threw a fit, accusing him of looking down on them. Because of that, other VIP elevator users frowned in displeasure.

The Ceo’s bodyguard approached the porter and the couple. To assess the situation, he asked the employee what had happened, and two of the white bodyguards from the security team carried the couple’s luggage instead.

When the bodyguard, his face fierce as ever, gave a sly grin, the couple flinched. As soon as the space in front of the elevator was cleared, the guards lined up on either side. They had just received word that the ceo was leaving Heilbronn.

The couple’s eyes went wide when they saw two men walking down the corridor. One was the very ceo  of Füssen they had seen on television, and the other was a casino employee dressed in a dress shirt and slacks. Already, they had whispered among themselves that the casino employee was insolent and poorly dressed.

“Oh.”

Joo Hawon, seeing them, wore an expression of awkwardness.

“Why? You know them?”

Kwon Taeha cast his somewhat languid gaze toward them. Though he had provided them with a VIP suite, he seemed not to know who they were at all. Joo Hawon leaned in slightly and whispered, “That Korean couple who hit the jackpot a while ago.” Only then did Taeha appear to understand, smiling at them with a genial expression.

“I hope you enjoy your time at Füssen to the fullest. If anything is lacking, do not hesitate to say so.”

The couple was first surprised at the ceo’s flawless Korean, and then again when they saw the two men holding hands.

“Th-thank you. Thanks to you, we found fortune, and we are enjoying happiness we have never known before in our lives.”

“I am glad to hear that.”

Like a man bowing before a king, the husband bowed deeply, and Taeha gave a small nod in response. As they walked toward the elevator, Joo Hawon could feel prickling stares on his back.

Obvious enough. They must be thinking, “The CEO of STA Füssen is gay? And his lover is a casino employee?” No doubt they would later gossip that he held his head so high because he had someone to lean on. Whatever the case, Joo Hawon tightened his grip on Taeha’s hand. Taeha rubbed the joined hands with his thumb, and the sensation struck him as strangely sensual.

“Are those two still playing?”

He was asking about the couple’s gambling record.

“…Moderately. I think they set a certain limit and bet within it. They haven’t played in the VIP room.”

“That’s a problem.”

Joo Hawon knew exactly what he meant. The unspoken rule was: if you win money here, you spend it here before you leave. That was why a VIP suite had been readily provided.

“If they win a few more times, their betting amount will rise.”

Greed had no end. Receiving VIP treatment and dining at expensive restaurants, they would come to realize there was a higher world beyond what they knew. While 3.5 billion won was a tremendous sum as a life’s fortune, to the VIPs who frequented Füssen, it was pocket change. For the couple, sharing the same space with such VIPs would eventually force them to choose between aspiring higher or returning to Korea. What choice they would make, even Joo Hawon could not guess.

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

Taeha said this as he watched the doors open.

“And people always think they’re the most special.”

“Do they, really?”

“They don’t realize their jackpot came from probability. They’ll delude themselves into thinking they won because they were special.”

“That’s rather cold of you.”

He pressed his fingerprint to the door of his suite.

“What does it matter. As long as you’re the only one who’s special to me.”

Joo Hawon, like a playboy whispering sweet nothings, seized the back of his neck and pulled him down. Before the door had even closed, he devoured his lips. Taeha’s tongue, heavy with the lingering sweetness of cream, tempted him. Taeha drew Joo Hawon’s body into his arms and yanked down his own tie.

His hands, undoing Joo Hawon’s shirt buttons one by one, pressed too hard, and the buttons popped off. Bathed in the warm hue of the living room lights, Joo Hawon’s naked body was smooth and unblemished. Perhaps thanks to consistent exercise, his lean skin flowed with grace, and the gunshot scars were no longer noticeable. With another one or two scar removal surgeries, he would be spotless.

Seated on the deep green living room table, Joo Hawon stripped off his suit. Before all of Taeha’s meticulously fastened shirt buttons were undone, he had already pulled down the zipper of his trousers.

He slid off the table and took his c*ck into his mouth. The hardening flesh began to swell, pushing against the inside of his mouth as if to force its way out. Joo Hawon wanted to suck him off eagerly, like a man starved. He cupped his face, pulling him closer down to his lower body. The c*ck , curved downward, expanded once more, stretching his strained throat wide. Struggling to breathe even through his nose, Joo Hawon tapped his thigh.

With a slick sound, the c*ck slipped out, glistening with sticky saliva.

“Haa!”

Joo Hawon threw his head back, exhaling a large breath. Just as he was about to take the c*ck  back into his mouth, the cabin bell rang. The man, who had been looking down at Joo Hawon’s puzzled expression, draped his suit jacket over him and zipped up his own pants. Kwon Taeha, who had headed for the door in a looser state than usual, soon returned carrying a long, narrow box.

He placed the box on the emerald green table and opened the lid. Inside was the fresh cream cake Joo Hawon had eaten in Heilbronn.

“So this is what abuse of power looks like?”

“And who was it that tempted me with mango?”

“Me?”

He picked a piece of mango out of the cream and smeared it on Joo Hawon’s wrist. The overflowing juice trickled all the way down to his elbow, and Kwon Taeha licked it up. The look in his eyes as he glanced up was even more captivating.

“That was the day I was drunk, wasn’t it?”

“Ah… The day your rationality was hanging by a thread, CEO.”

Joo Hawon ran his own tongue over the spot he had just licked clean.

“You were a bit scary that day.”

“Liar.”

He scooped out a dollop of cream and smeared it inside Joo Hawon’s mouth. Not stopping at once, he swirled his finger around, scraping up to the roof of his mouth. As a tingling sensation that curled his toes washed over him, Joo Hawon bit down lightly on his own hand. Kwon Taeha laid Joo Hawon flat on the table. He licked his lower lip as if a provocatively flavored dish had been served.

Kwon Taeha used his cream-covered hand to rub Joo Hawon’s c*ck  and hole all at once. The fresh cream, slicker than gel but less viscous, made Joo Hawon feel as if the hair on his head was standing on end. It felt like his lower abdomen was melting away along with the cream. The protest about not playing with food never even made it out.

“Seems like you’re feeling good.”

His voice was laced with laughter.

“……Mmm.”

Perched on the table, he applied his slippery hand to Joo Hawon’s entrance, rubbing. Joo Hawon brought both hands down to cover his own c*ck. The sticky sweetness made his hands adhere to his c*ck even more. His knees bent at the fingers probing deeper inside. The hook-like fingers stretched his inner walls, making him reflexively clench down, and he pushed his fingers in deeper. Ah… A moan escaped.

Kwon Taeha rubbed his insides with his fingers, mimicking the motion of fucking. The gentle yet slightly rough handiwork made Joo Hawon shake his c*ck  rapidly. The moment his eyes met Kwon Taeha’s gaze, watching seated, embarrassment flooded him and he could only stare blankly at the ceiling. He spread Joo Hawon’s buttocks wide, pistoning his fingers, and slapped his testicles upward with his palm.

“Ah……. Aah!”

Just as it felt like his fingers were stretching him further, something else pushed in. Joo Hawon stopped masturbating and blinked. It was an ice cube from the very bottom of the cake box.

“Ah! Take it… out.”

He curled around his stomach, twisting his body away, but Kwon Taeha pushed the ice cube further inside.

“Should I have used a mango instead?”

“I don’t… want either, ugh.”

Joo Hawon reached back himself, trying to get into the now-melting entrance. The round ice cube kept slipping away, going deeper whenever he tried to remove it. In the midst of this, Kwon Taeha inserted another one. Joo Hawon hurriedly sat up, and plop, one ice cube fell out of his hole. Kneeling on the table for support, he tried to remove the remaining one, but it was already half-melted, dripping only water.

Kwon Taeha spread his buttocks wide and swept his hot tongue over his perineum. Joo Hawon jolted, his hole twitching uncontrollably. This time, Kwon Taeha put ice in his own mouth and began soothing Joo Hawon’s lower parts with his chilled tongue. The alternating sensations of hot and cold made his mind hazy.

The sound of a zipper lowering echoed, and Joo Hawon waited for his flesh to fill him up completely. He leaned forward into a position prone on the table, legs down, and Kwon Taeha smacked his buttock.

“How cruel. You have to take care of my c*ck  too.”

“Ah……. Hurry up.”

The moment he saw Joo Hawon pleading, Kwon Taeha dismissed the thought of receiving a blowjob. He roughly stroked his own c*ck  with the hand still covered in cream residue. The way Joo Hawon watched intently felt inexplicably lewd. He lifted Joo Hawon from his prone position and laid him on the sofa. Grabbing his legs and pulling them up, he began to insert his c*ck .

“Ah……. Good……”

The tightness filling him below didn’t hurt; he only wanted to be pierced roughly, immediately. His excitement peaked, his vision growing spotty.

“Hoo-, our Hawonie, it’s just gushing wet inside.”

He wanted to retort that it was because of the ice, but the words dissolved on his tongue. And ‘our Hawonie’… Even the urge to tell him not to call him that was buried in the pleasure. Cream entered his parted lips. Kwon Taeha sat down on the sofa still inside him, and Joo Hawon, straddling him, felt dizzy. He clung to him tightly, enduring the thrusts from below. Gritting his teeth, he let out a breath, and Kwon Taeha suddenly sucked on his nipple.

“Aeuk!”

He sucked the flesh so hard it felt like it might tear, grinding it between his teeth. As if mistaking it for food, he continued to torment the nipple. When Joo Hawon pulled his body back, the area around his chest was already red and swollen. It felt burning hot, almost frightening to touch. Kwon Taeha rubbed Joo Hawon’s erect c*ck .

Spurring him toward orgasm, he thrust upward, hitting deep inside, and Joo Hawon clung to his shoulders again to avoid being thrown off by the force.

“Ah! Ah!!!”

His breath caught in his throat. Whenever oxygen grew scarce, his head felt numb, and in those moments of becoming one with him, it felt so good he wouldn’t mind dying. His own release dripped thickly onto Kwon Taeha’s hand, which was already wet from thoroughly coating his insides with cum. Kwon Taeha let Joo Hawon’s body, his chest rapidly rising and falling, lean entirely against him before finally patting his back.

The ragged breath against his skin was both pitiable and, somehow, admirable. He waited until Joo Hawon’s breathing steadied before pulling his c*ck  out with a slick sound. As Joo Hawon collapsed limply on the sofa, a gush of cum spilled out, making his back arch.

The semen pooled on the leather seat crept up his spine. The itchy, lewd sensation made him lift his hips, and Kwon Taeha pushed inside again. His re-hardened c*ck  passed through the tight passage, pressing firmly against the soft inner walls. The relentless stimulation of his prostate became too much, and Joo Hawon tried to escape, but Kwon Taeha placed both legs over his shoulders. Rendering him immobile, he began moving his hips.

The thoroughly loosened hole accepted him without resistance, the flushed inner walls clinging to his c*ck , begging for more punishment, unaware of the abuse.

A musky scent vibrated between them. Kwon Taeha licked his hand, dyed milky white by Joo Hawon’s release. His sharp, elongated eyes, like those of a sleek predator, were dark and piercing even under the dim light. But unlike clumsy beasts solely consumed by lust, the rhythm of his hips was slow, then fast, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, creating a tantalizing gap.

He buried his c*ck  deep inside before suddenly pulling it all the way out, rubbing the head against the twitching entrance. Tormented by the deliberate teasing, Joo Hawon gnawed on his lip. Kwon Taeha repeated the motion, pushing in just enough to be frustrating before pulling out again.

“Inside……. Put it in.”

Joo Hawon reached out to pull him into an embrace. Kwon Taeha caught both his hands and looked down at him with an arrogant, languid expression.

Joo Hawon looked back, somewhat aggrieved, when Kwon Taeha suddenly lifted his hips. Joo Hawon was supported only by his neck and upper back, his buttocks now fully on display.

“Nothing besides such primal words? Nothing else?”

He pressed his hard, swollen c*ck  against the entrance. Pretending to push in, he pulled back again, and a thin, long strand of residual cum dripped from his c*ck . Joo Hawon’s body shuddered as the semen dripped, plop, plop, inside the gaping hole.

“Huu, something like ‘I love it,’ or ‘The CEO’s d**k is the best.’ Joo Hawon absolutely loves this; you have to at least do that much.”

He pushed in deeply until his pubic hair made contact, then pulled back out. A thick, viscous string trailed from his c*ck , glistening with cum, back into the quivering hole. *Thump.* Joo Hawon’s face flushed a deep red. He threw his arms up, covering his eyes as if deliberately trying not to see.

Kwon Taeha finally lowered his hips and then slammed back in with a wet, forceful slap that echoed in the room.

“Ah! H-Heuk, it’s too… too fast,” Joo Hawon moaned, clinging to Kwon Taeha. The fragile, breaking sound right by his ear intoxicated him further. Ignoring the plea, he tormented the depths within until they were a complete mess. He didn’t even mind the hands clawing and gripping his shoulders. As if punishing the lewd, gaping hole, he repeatedly pulled his c*ck  almost all the way out only to slam back in to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

Joo Hawon’s toes and fingers curled. Feeling his own body transforming strangely, he held onto Kwon Taeha tighter than ever and whispered.

“……I… ‘s good.”

“Where does it feel that good.”

He thrust in, cutting off his words, and then pulled his length out again.

“……Ah. Kwon Taeha… It’s good.”

Ugh. Kwon Taeha let out a low groan. Caught off guard by the unexpected attack, he couldn’t hold back his climax and spilled his seed deep inside Joo Hawon.

Joo Hawon looked up at him with dazed eyes, breathing heavily. How could he make such an incredible statement and then look so completely oblivious? After orgasming for what felt like a long time, Kwon Taeha frowned and let out a barely perceptible laugh. The released cum overflowed, matting even his pubic hair.

Kwon Taeha released Joo Hawon’s thighs, which were still twitching intermittently, and brushed back his own sweat-dampened hair. He also swept the hair stuck to Joo Hawon’s forehead back. He pressed his lips to the now-exposed forehead and then sat on the sofa. He simply reached out, plucked a piece of mango from the cake, and popped it into Joo Hawon’s mouth.

Too tired to even chew, Joo Hawon just rolled it around in his mouth. Kwon Taeha inserted his fingers, squishing the soft flesh of the mango against his tongue. The wide sofa was ample for both of them to lie down on; Hawon had no way of knowing Kwon Taeha had specially ordered it for this very purpose. Lying down beside Joo Hawon, he pulled him close by the waist.

“I want to hear it again.”

“……Hear what.”

Joo Hawon’s voice was huskier than usual. “The mango is fresh,” he mumbled, just swallowing it whole.

“You’re usually so cheeky, but you withdraw when it actually matters.”

He looked at Joo Hawon with a kingly gaze and flicked his nose bridge. Joo Hawon stared back at Kwon Taeha. His lower body felt sticky, but lying facing each other like this was incredibly comfortable. Those blue-gray eyes were just as they always were. Like the deep eyes where the incompatible colors of gray and blue mixed, he was still elegant yet intermittently vulgar. That was Kwon Taeha, the arrogant demon lord that absolutely anyone in the world would have to acknowledge.

“What are you thinking about.”

He was always curious about what was on Joo Hawon’s mind. Of course he was; he was the type of man who needed everything to be within his grasp to be satisfied.

“Read my mind.”

“I think my guess is right.”

“CEO Kwon is always so full of confidence.”

Joo Hawon mimicked his tone.

“Well, our lead dealer seems to be full of energy.”

In one swift motion, he flipped Joo Hawon on top of him.

“Let’s do it one more time and then finish that.”

Joo Hawon, who clearly looked exhausted, stared down at his swollen c*ck  with something like dismay. He shook his c*ck  with a lewd glint in his peculiar blue-gray eyes. Now he saw it; he really was a beast. Even if he didn’t have a mating season, a human who was faithful to his desires anytime was a type of beast, wasn’t he? He was the cold ruler standing above them all. Of course, at least with him, he led with primal instinct, but he was still a somewhat noble beast nonetheless.