Chapter 53
by Gideon“Ah… ah…”
Taemo spread Juhyeon’s now-exposed legs wide. His erect cock swayed up and down, splattering pre-cum. Juhyeon wrapped his bandaged hand around his own swollen cock. But the rough texture felt so intensely overwhelming that he quickly let go and threw his head back.
“Mmph, ugh. This… this on my hand…!”
His strength-drained hand trembled, waving uselessly in the air.
“Why? Don’t you like it more?”
Juhyeon’s head felt like it would explode, stuffed full of arousal. He shook his head wildly, extending only his bandaged hand. Taemo chuckled and snatched Juhyeon’s flailing hand, quickly unwinding the tightly wrapped bandage.
“You seem to be enjoying it more. Why ask me to take it off?”
“…Ah.”
Taemo’s eyes gleamed with a meaningful glint. His lips twisted into a dangerously crooked smirk. Just as Juhyeon sensed something was terribly wrong—Taemo roughly wrapped the bandage around his own hand. Then, he stroked Juhyeon’s painfully erect cock. He cupped the glans, which was already leaking fluid, and rubbed it vigorously.
“Ah! Nngh, ugh!”
White-hot sparks exploded behind Juhyeon’s eyes. A wave of sensation crashed over him, as intense as a blow to the head. His swollen inner walls clamped down tight, as if trying to swallow the cock whole.
“You’re so sensitive,” Taemo murmured, his movements growing faster as he stimulated the glans.
Juhyeon’s knees buckled inward, and his hips jerked wildly. A dull ache throbbed in his lower abdomen, far more intense than usual, and his cock strained to its limit. He should have been coming by now…
“Ugh… Ah, ah!”
A stream of fluid—neither semen nor urine—gushed from his member. There was no holding it back. He just kept shooting out liquid, completely out of control. Simultaneously, his ass, which was swallowing Taemo’s cock, clenched tight. He was practically squeezing Taemo’s shaft with his inner walls. His face flushed a deep crimson as the fluid continued to spill out from below.
“Whoa.”
Seeing the sight, Taemo let out a laugh. He lifted his hand, which was soaked up to the elbow, and shook it dry. Droplets of water from his hand sprayed all over Juhyeon’s body and face. Juhyeon bit his lower lip and covered his face with his arms.
“Don’t say anything. Really, please. Just be quiet… please pretend you didn’t see.”
There was no chance Taemo would heed Juhyeon’s desperate plea for silence. Instead, he waved his hand dismissively and began to unwind the wet bandages.
“Woo Juhyeon, you’re sweating like this. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re going to collapse from dehydration.”
Taemo chuckled continuously, clearly enjoying himself. Without withdrawing from Juhyeon’s body, he cradled the back of Juhyeon’s head and lifted it slightly. The mouth of the water bottle pressed against Juhyeon’s lips, which had been parted in a silent moan. As Juhyeon forced his tightly shut eyes open, the lukewarm liquid flowed into his mouth. The searing thirst was slightly quenched, but the heat packed into his lower body refused to subside.
“You’re drinking it all down. I guess it’s because you’ve already poured so much out.”
“…”
“How about you put some effort into your ass too?”
With a smile, Taemo whispered and brought the water bottle Juhyeon had just been drinking to his own lips. Gulp, gulp. His Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow, and sweat dripped down the bulging muscles of his body. Seeing his flushed, heated skin, Juhyeon felt a fresh wave of thirst. But Lee Taemo was the kind of man who never stopped halfway. Now that he’d told him to “do his best,” he probably wouldn’t end this easily.
“Can’t we just pretend I’ve already come? Kang-i is coming soon.”
“I told you, anyone who comes will hear everything.”
“…Ah, no. It’s too hot.”
“Uh-huh.”
Setting the water bottle down carelessly, Taemo threw his head back and pulled his hips away. His cock seemed to swell endlessly, as if he were going to keep cumming forever. But Juhyeon had no strength left to push him away, having already poured all the water from his body.
Thud, thud.
Juhyeon closed his eyes, enduring the sensation of coarse pubic hair rubbing against his buttocks once more. Having sex in a wide-open space was more terrifying than he’d expected, yet it also seemed to excite him a little more than usual.
“…”
I must be thinking this because Taemo and I are similar, he thought.
As he endured the fiery sensation of the man stretching his inner walls to their limit, Juhyeon fought back a smile.
“You’re like a ball of fire.”
Taemo used his large hand to wipe the dampness from Juhyeon’s lower abdomen. The rough texture of the wet bandages scraping against his thin skin sent another shiver through his body.
“Water?”
“No…”
Water or not, Juhyeon felt stuffed to the brim. He covered his eyes with his arm, trying to quell the excitement that surged all the way to his scalp. He heard Taemo swallow water, and the sound made him feel a sudden, desperate thirst, but he forced himself to endure it.
“You’re going to melt away if you keep getting this limp,” Taemo said.
Juhyeon lay completely sprawled across the table, dripping with sweat and panting heavily. His entire body was soaked, but he couldn’t tell if it was sweat, semen, or the bottled water he’d spilled earlier. No, he wasn’t even thinking straight. It felt as if his heart were beating inside his eyeballs, and his veins seemed to be pulsing wildly beneath his skin. It was no wonder he was out of it—he’d run himself ragged training in the heat, then gone on to have sex.
“I think… I might have heatstroke,” he managed to say.
“Let me see.”
Taemo grabbed Juhyeon’s limp arms and pulled him up. His body, completely drained, dragged along like a wet noodle. Once Juhyeon was slumped lifelessly on the edge of the table, Taemo stepped in close. He braced his arms on either side of Juhyeon’s thighs, leaning down to meet his gaze.
His dark eyes searched Juhyeon’s face with an intensity that felt almost predatory. Then, he pressed his lips to Juhyeon’s in a quick kiss before pulling away just as fast. There hadn’t even been time to stop him.
“The only things you’ve ‘eaten’ are water and cum,” Taemo remarked.
“You’re insane…”
“I did come all over you earlier, though. Maybe that’s why?”
Taemo chuckled at Juhyeon’s disgusted expression. But the laughter cut off abruptly. His face instantly returned to a blank expression as he hoisted Juhyeon up onto his back.
“Hey, what are you—!”
“You said you were exhausted. If I just left you here, you’d just whine about how hot and sticky you feel.”
Taemo hoisted the half-naked Juhyeon over his shoulder, then grabbed the duffel bag from the floor and the T-shirt stuck to the table. He draped the damp shirt over Juhyeon’s ass to roughly cover him before starting to walk.
Moisture trickled down Juhyeon’s thighs and pooled at the base of his ass. The sensation brought back vivid memories of what they’d just been doing, making Juhyeon squeeze his eyes shut.
I actually fucked him in the open, completely sober.
And they’d fucked so goddamn passionately. If they hadn’t been on the verge of a major crisis, they probably wouldn’t have stopped.
…
He’s a dangerous man, and the sex was just as dangerous.
The thought of having instinctively tangled his body with such a man sent a fresh wave of heat rushing to Juhyeon’s face. He wanted nothing more than to stand under a cool stream of water right now.
“But where are we going?”
“Outside.”
My vision flipped upside down, and I felt my head spin. Outside? Did he mean the same outside I was thinking of? Sure, we were in a grassy field, but the road was just a short walk away. And Kang-i could show up at any moment.
Were we really going out there half-naked, with cloudy fluid smeared all over our crotches? We’d look like we’d just walked out of an abandoned building after fucking. The mere thought of anyone seeing us sent a shiver down my spine.
“But we’re going out like this? No, I refuse!”
Juhyeon thrashed. His movements were so violent that the fluid slowly dripping between his thighs splattered onto the floor. As he threw a fit, Taemo slapped his ass—the one covered by the wet T-shirt.
“Hey, you’ve still got plenty of energy. I could’ve gone another round, so why are you whining?”
“That’s different! Ow!“
“You gonna keep screaming? Go ahead, announce it to the whole world.”
No matter what Juhyeon shouted, Taemo just kept walking across the building, completely unfazed. At least they were heading for the side gate instead of the main entrance. That way, they’d be somewhat hidden by the building’s shadow.
As soon as they passed through the side gate, a small water tank and a faucet came into view. Even with his upside-down perspective, Juhyeon quickly scanned their surroundings. The backyard was overgrown with tall grass, enclosed by a fence made of panels—just like a makeshift shower area.
“It’s not completely open, is it? I thought we were actually outside. I was so scared,” Juhyeon muttered in relief.
“The roof and sides are open. That’s what ‘outside’ means. We just had sex outside, too.”
“…I can’t do it in a place like this. My human dignity? I feel like it’s just… gone.”
Taemo kept a firm grip on Juhyeon’s calf and buttock, which were draped over his shoulder, as he lowered him. Juhyeon’s feet touched the ground, but he still felt like he was floating.
“Do you want to wash up yourself, or should I hold you and wash you?”
A smile played on Taemo’s lips as he asked. Juhyeon couldn’t fathom what he found so amusing.
“I’ve got it. I’ve got it.”
At Juhyeon’s firm refusal, Taemo gave a short nod as if to say, Fine, have it your way. He rummaged through the bag he’d brought, pulled out a bar of soap, and tossed it to Juhyeon. Then, still gripping the hose, he turned the faucet.
A torrent of water erupted without warning.
“Ah!”
The cold spray drenched Juhyeon from head to toe.
“Hurry up and wash. Unless you want to lose your dignity again.”
“…Yes, sir.”
As Juhyeon washed, Taemo timed the water flow perfectly, turning it on and off as needed. When he spotted a patch of soap that hadn’t been rinsed off, he reached out and swept it away with his fingertips. He acted as if he didn’t give a damn about his own state of undress, his eyes fixed solely on Juhyeon.
I wanted to tell him I could wash up on my own without his help. But then I saw it—something dark red and hard, stirring against the muscle of his thigh. It was best for everyone if I just washed up quickly and got out of his sight.
After a refreshing shower, I changed into the clothes he’d brought. He’d told me to go back inside and tidy up, so I did.
The training area was a disaster. Swords and wrenches lay scattered across the floor, and a tattered mannequin stood grotesquely in the center. A pool of milky-white liquid had spread around the table, staining the concrete floor a dark, damp gray. Only a large, rattling fan spun diligently, trying to blow away the stench.
Sweat trickled down my back again, and heat rushed to my face.
“…I really need to be careful.”
This kind of relationship is new to me, so I’m still struggling to control myself.
Juhyeon hurriedly cleared the area, his T-shirt fluttering as he moved. He cracked open a fresh bottle of water and poured it over the table, washing away the semen and other unidentifiable fluids. He splashed water on the floor too, trying to erase every trace. Even as he worked, his face remained flushed, his breath heavy. Still, this was the perfect season to blame the suffocating heat.
Taemo, now clean and joined back in, helped finish the cleanup. Just as Juhyeon was about to zip up his bag, Taemo spoke up.
“Kang-i’s here.”
Juhyeon’s ears perked up, but he heard nothing. He straightened his bent back and peered through the open window. A short distance away, a small truck was pulling in. He wondered how Taemo had even noticed, especially since he’d been facing away from the window.
“Let’s go.”
Taemo grabbed Juhyeon’s bag with one hand and rose to his feet. Then, he reached out to Juhyeon.
Still crouched on the floor, Juhyeon had to crane his neck just to see Taemo’s face.
“Let’s get out of here.”
“…”
A faint smile, a steady gaze, and that large hand that seemed capable of guiding him anywhere. Just like the dream of the night Taemo had pulled him out of that cramped room in the shantytown, he was trying to rescue him again.
Juhyeon took his hand. He knew now that holding it meant a tomorrow far better than yesterday. He didn’t hesitate.
The moment they stepped outside, Kang-i’s jaw dropped at the sight of Juhyeon’s face. He hadn’t even noticed they were holding hands—even though a sweltering heat still lingered between their palms.
“Wow, look at Woo Juhyeon’s face. He’s completely flushed.”
Of course, it wasn’t just because of the heat. But summer was the perfect season to use the heat as an excuse.
“R-Right? This place is too dangerous. I’m never coming back, seriously.”
“That Lee Taemo… He thinks as long as he’s fine, everyone else is fine too.”
“Exactly…”
Juhyeon’s laughter faded into a faint trail. The man being insulted, Taemo, seemed completely unfazed as he gave Juhyeon a light pat on the back. Juhyeon tensed his aching thighs and climbed into the truck.
After loading the cargo, Taemo immediately turned around to face Juhyeon.
“You sweated so much, you need something to replenish your strength, don’t you?”
“What, sweat? You mean the sweat? I did sweat a lot, I did, didn’t I?”
Juhyeon scrambled to make an excuse, stealing a glance at Kang-i. Fortunately, Kang-i seemed completely focused on adjusting the air conditioner. He held up a palm to gauge the airflow before speaking.
“Right. We’ll get heatstroke if we overdo it in this weather. How about eel?”
“Woo Juhyeon, are you okay with eel?” Taemo immediately asked for Juhyeon’s opinion. The slight twitch at the corner of his mouth suggested he was deliberately trying to put Juhyeon on the spot.
Juhyeon licked his lower lip and leaned back against the seat. “Does it have to be that?”
“Why? You can’t eat it?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… too expensive. Pork belly would be better. It’s all the same once it’s in your stomach anyway.”
Even if he wasn’t an expert, Juhyeon knew enough to know what eel was good for. Recalling how Lee Taemo’s cock had been rock-hard the entire time he was washing, eel seemed like a dangerous choice.
“Lee Taemo’s paying! What’s there to worry about?”
“We should save, okay? I’m—I’m unemployed now.”
“He’s still a chicken when it comes to money.”
In the end, they decided to go eat beef. The car sped through the lush greenery. In the back seat, Juhyeon let out a quiet sigh of relief and stroked his chest. For the first time, he was glad he’d always been so stingy.
⊹ ⊹ ⊹
The rumors surrounding Seo Jinyoung grew larger by the day. The prosecution was even preparing to formally open a case. If things had just continued as they were, it would have been fine. But it seemed Seo Jinyoung’s family had deep roots in the prosecution’s office. Whether he was trying to flee Korea before the case could be properly filed, Seo Jinyoung had already booked a flight for two days from now.
But why wait two days? Leaving right now would eliminate any risk of a travel ban.
The question was answered a few hours later.
“Just when I was planning to block your number. You must be doing pretty well for yourself if you have the time to reach out.”
Seo Jinyoung, who had been silent for so long, had contacted him. And he wanted to meet today.
— I’m leaving Korea soon. There’s something I need to ask you before I go.
“What, you’re trying to dump another client on me in the middle of all this?”
— Are you crazy? It’s not that… Just meet me. We’ll talk then.
“What am I, your dog? You think I’ll just scurry over because you told me to?”
Lee Taemo’s attitude was characteristically defiant and uncooperative. Yet Seo Jinyoung, clearly used to this, immediately dangled a carrot.
“I’ll double the pay. It’s not a hard job, and it’s not messy.”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re the only one I can ask. These fucking bastards crawled all over me when they needed something, but now they’re all ignoring my calls and ghosting me.”
Her voice sounded amused, but there was an underlying edge of agitation. This is probably how Seo Jinyoung hides her anxiety, Taemo thought.
“Hmm…”
Taemo dragged out the sound, feigning consideration. On the other end of the line, he caught the faint sound of her swallowing hard. He let the silence stretch, building the tension, before finally speaking.
“All cash?”
“Of course. If I use an account right now, I’m basically blowing my own cover.”
“I’ll pick the place. I’ll contact you from the new number, so don’t be late.”
— During the day? Or at night?
Taemo tapped his fingertips on the table. The rhythm was as steady as a clock’s second hand. For ten taps, not a single breath was wasted.
“Then let’s meet at night.”
Though he whispered softly, Taemo’s face was utterly cold. Seo Jinyoung, completely oblivious to the murderous glint in those eyes, just chuckled.
“They say it’s going to be a hot night.”
A tropical night was forecast for today. It was the height of midsummer—and the day the fiercely boiling heat of revenge would finally consume Seo Jinyoung.
After announcing the meeting time and place, the three of them began their preparations. Taemo’s injuries hadn’t fully healed, so they had to carefully re-examine his wounds. A tight-fitting, long-sleeved shirt of thin material managed to conceal most of his scars, but the wound on his neck couldn’t be completely hidden by the fabric.
“Wrap this part too,” Taemo said.
Exposing his injuries seemed like it would create a weakness, yet Taemo insisted on wrapping even his uninjured areas in bandages and gauze. He firmly secured gauze to his wrists, fingers, and one of his ears.
“Are you sure this is okay? They won’t just be aiming for these spots, will they?”
“This is how we’ll throw them off. It’s the best way to distract them.”
Taemo fiddled with the gauze taped to his ear. It felt like a risky choice, but he had no choice but to trust Lee Taemo. After all, he had stayed here to trust and follow Taemo’s decisions.
The three of them, fully prepared, left the Superman singing practice room. The location Taemo had chosen wasn’t far from the abandoned building where they had been training. After crossing a deserted road, they turned onto a path overgrown with grass.
Screech— The car came to a temporary halt. In the meantime, Kang-i and Juhyeon moved to the cargo bed of the pickup truck. They had no intention of killing anyone, yet the bed was filled with body bags, buckets, and clear plastic sheets. They found a spot among the gear and crouched down.
The truck started moving again, the two of them still stowed in the cargo bed. After driving for a long while, it pulled up in front of a church where a faint light leaked from within. Seo Jinyoung would be waiting inside.
The sound of a car door opening and closing echoed. Though they heard no footsteps descending from the vehicle or ascending the stairs, Seo Jinyoung’s voice soon rang out, acknowledging their arrival.
“I told you not to be late. You’re ten minutes past.”
This is the first time we’ve faced him since learning his true identity, Juhyeon thought. His fist clenched instinctively. His hand, gripping a small wrench, trembled violently.
Beside him, Kang-i, sitting close, gently covered the back of Juhyeon’s hand.
“I never said I wouldn’t be late,” Taemo retorted, his voice dripping with audacity.
Juhyeon listened intently to the conversation. He had to enter at the perfect moment.
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