Chapter 61: Side Story
by Gideon“…”
Taemo’s eyes flashed sharply. Even so, he spared another glance at Juhyeon’s feet before striding forward. He yanked off the gloves Juhyeon had carefully put on him and stuffed them into his pocket. Then, he seized the coat of the drunk, agitated man. Taemo reached into the man’s inner pocket, pulled out his wallet, and snatched a handful of bills.
“Hey, you little shit! Who the hell do you think you are? You wanna die? How dare you touch my—hic—my wallet!”
Taemo ignored the man’s furious outburst and held out the bills to the driver. It was far more than the fare.
“…Huh? Am I allowed to take this? I can just call the police.”
The designated driver, who had accepted the bills in a daze, hesitated. He didn’t forget to keep a wary eye on Taemo, who had suddenly intervened with his menacingly stern face.
“Weren’t you the one refusing to pay the driver’s fee?”
“That’s true, but…”
“I’ll take care of things here, so you should go. This gentleman and I have some talking to do.”
Taemo spoke, his lips curling into a smile. The expression was so reminiscent of the face he wore when he used to hold a knife and kill people that it sent shivers down the driver’s spine.
“Hey, what the hell! Don’t let him go! He scratched my car and tried to run!”
The man, his words slurred, shouted as he strode toward the driver. Taemo abruptly stepped between them, throwing an arm around the drunkard’s shoulders.
“This gentleman is making a scene, so please hurry and go. Hurry.”
“…”
The designated driver scratched his head, fidgeting with the camera mounted on his chest. He was likely trying to capture Taemo’s face on screen, just in case something went wrong and he needed evidence. As if he knew, Taemo stared directly into the camera and gave it a crisp salute.
“Have a safe trip home, sir.”
“Ah, yes… well, then.”
The driver left, still visibly uneasy. As soon as he was gone, the man Taemo was holding onto spat out a curse. Though anyone else would have been annoyed, Taemo just stared down at the man’s face.
“I’ve seen you somewhere before.”
The middle-aged man’s expression swelled with smug satisfaction at the low murmur, which was punctuated by Taemo running his tongue along the inside of his cheek.
“Do you recognize me?”
“Hmm. Who are you again? I can’t quite place you.”
Do we really know each other? The tension that had been thick enough to cut with a knife just moments ago had vanished in an instant. The man had slurred his words as he identified himself as the chief of the local police station. It was only natural for an ordinary person not to recognize him. Yet, the sheer absurdity of him demanding a designated driver recognize him was staggering.
But then again, Taemo did a job that was anything but ordinary. Perhaps that was why he might actually know the man.
Taemo narrowed his eyes, studying the man’s face. Then, as if a lightbulb had finally gone off, he let out a short, sharp breath.
“Ah, fuck. You were a client.”
“Huh? A client?”
Juhyeon’s jaw dropped at the word customer. It was a word he hadn’t heard from Taemo’s lips in a very long time.
“My apologies for not recognizing you, sir. Just a moment, please.”
Taemo’s expression shifted instantly, his face lighting up with a beaming smile. He reached out, opened the passenger door of the chief’s car, and leaned inside.
“Not a customer, huh? You’re the Chief! The Chief!”
The man seemed delighted by Taemo’s recognition. Swaying on his feet, he kept slapping Taemo’s back as he spoke. Taemo showed no reaction to the stranger’s touch. He simply hitched up Juhyeon’s bag, which was draped over his shoulder, to keep it from slipping off and replied half-heartedly.
“Uh-huh. Right.”
Taemo kept fiddling with something for a long moment before stepping out of the car, a dashcam SD card now held in his hand. He caught Juhyeon’s eye and gave a slight jerk of his chin toward a small park nearby.
Juhyeon led the way, with Taemo dragging the drunkard behind them. Upon reaching a small playground inside the park, they sat the man down on a swing. They even untied the man’s scarf—which was nearly dragging on the ground—and used it to bind him tightly to the swing.
“Do you have any idea how deep I’ve waded into this? Huh? I’ve cleaned up everything here.”
“Yeah, yeah. You sure have a fucking big mouth, Chief.”
Taemo responded with feigned indifference as he made a phone call. Juhyeon, who had perched himself on the swing right next to the man, took over the task of watching him.
“I can’t wait long. I’m leaving in ten minutes.”
After ending the call with a strict time limit, Taemo walked over to Seojang. He then nudged the back of Seojang’s seat with his foot, where Seojang was still babbling on. The swing swayed heavily back and forth.
“I’m not drunk, I’m not… but the ground is really shaking, huh? Bring that over here, what was it…”
Taemo ignored Seojang, who kept waving his hand and asking for something, and just kept pushing the swing. How much time passed? A silhouette appeared at the entrance of the playground. Taemo glanced at the time and then spoke to the strange man.
“Did you rush over because you didn’t want to lose another customer?”
“Yeah. I was afraid you’d steal them since you’re unemployed and have plenty of time on your hands.”
The man spoke and stood just like Taemo. Juhyeon gripped the swing’s ropes tightly, her eyes fixed on the newcomer. He looked familiar, but where had she seen him?
Ah…
Could it be the man from the karaoke bar? The one who had reached for a knife in his back pocket the moment he saw her? Dressed in all-black from head to toe, he seemed to fit the description.
The man crouched before the Chief, who was still tied to the swing. He stared up at the man’s face, then clicked his tongue.
“Damn. It’s not even this bastard’s turn yet, but we’re gonna have to hurry.”
“Scan him while you’re taking him away. This is our chance,” Taemo said, handing the man the SD card he’d taken from the Chief’s car earlier. He then readjusted the bag he was carrying over his shoulder—Juhyeon’s bag.
The man, who had just taken in the bag that looked so out of place on Taemo, now turned his gaze to Juhyeon. His slow, sweeping look was so piercingly familiar.
“Why do you keep the cleaner around?”
At the word cleaner, a term Juhyeon hadn’t heard in a long time, he swallowed hard. He hesitated, unsure whether to greet the man or not, but eventually gave a small nod. Raising his hand palm-out was his only response.
“He’s worth a hundred men.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
The man’s gaze was blatantly lecherous as he scanned Juhyeon up and down. Juhyeon couldn’t help but avert his eyes from the cold stare. After watching Juhyeon’s hesitant posture for a moment, the man slowly rose to his feet. Even in the darkness, his black eyes glinted with curiosity.
“I’ll pay you more than Lee Pro. Want to work with me? I’m short on cleaners these days.”
“…Yes?”
“I’ll make you so rich you’ll doze off counting your money. How’s that sound?”
The man held out his hand for a handshake. Even though Juhyeon knew it was empty, she still flinched back. Then, Taemo sauntered over and stepped between them. His massive frame blocked her view, casting a shadow darker than the surrounding gloom. With a soft chuckle, Taemo helped Juhyeon to her feet and threw an arm around her shoulders.
“He’s got enough money to support me. You’re barking up the wrong tree.”
“You don’t even need an employee anyway.”
“How much are you planning to work this precious kid to the bone? Mind your own business.”
Taemo gave the man a light tap on the shoulder before walking past him. Juhyeon instinctively lowered his head again. As they crossed the playground, Juhyeon lowered his voice and asked,
“Is he from your company? I think I’ve seen him before.”
“When? At Superman?”
“Yes, yes.”
As he answered, Taemo glanced back at the playground. The man had already lost interest in them and was now talking to Seojang, who was pushing a swing.
“He’s a former colleague, I guess you could say.”
Taemo scratched his eyebrow and exhaled a long breath, a cloud of pale smoke drifting from his lips. He explained that although he had severed ties with the company, he was the only one he still kept in touch with. He kindly added that it was good to have at least one friend, just in case.
Juhyeon nodded and walked past the police chief’s neatly parked car. A new question immediately sprang to mind.
“Then what’s with that chief? You said he was a client.”
“He was my last client, but I passed the job to him. He hates rich bastards as much as I do.”
“Ah.”
Taemo explained everything so clearly that Juhyeon had no reason to be confused. With no room left for doubt, Juhyeon glanced back at the playground.
“Stop staring.”
“Yes, yes. I’m not.”
Despite his words, Juhyeon tilted his head and stole another glance at the man.
Instantly, Taemo grabbed Juhyeon’s cheek. He forced Juhyeon’s head forward and brought their faces inches apart.
“Hey, did you fall for the promise of falling asleep while counting money?”
“No! Of course not!”
Even as Juhyeon jumped in protest, Taemo narrowed his eyes. It wasn’t so much a suspicious glare as a gaze that seemed to be hiding some ulterior motive.
“You need to be punished.”
“…Why me?”
“Pick a number.”
It had been a while since he’d been told to pick something out of the blue. Juhyeon’s eyes darted around. This felt ominous. Usually, when the choice was left to him, something bad followed. A memory flashed through his mind—of being hit as many times as the number he’d chosen.
“One.”
“Okay. I get to count however I want, right?”
“…What is it? Tell me what it is first.”
Taemo’s lips curled into a smirk. He dodged her question with a smile and quickened his pace. All the way there, Juhyeon couldn’t stop thinking about his comment—I’ll count however I want. And usually, her instincts were spot on.
“Ugh… again?”
“Yeah. I haven’t even counted to one yet.”
“Hah… ugh. When is this ever going to end?”
Juhyeon’s voice trembled. Her hands, pressed against Taemo’s stomach, and her thighs, barely supporting her weight, shook uncontrollably. Despite the skin-biting cold outside, beads of sweat formed on her forehead. The breath escaping her lips was scorching hot.
“I told you, I haven’t come yet. I only count it as one when I do.”
“…Ah, seriously. Stop holding back on purpose.”
Juhyeon’s lower belly and their joined point were already slick. It was only natural; he must have come at least five times while riding on top of Taemo. Wiping his slippery palm against his own buttocks, Juhyeon pressed his hand back onto Taemo’s lower belly.
“I’m not holding back. You’re just so slow that you’re breaking the flow.”
“Hah…”
“Think back to when you were training and give it your all.”
Taemo chuckled and thrust his hips up sharply. The force sent Juhyeon’s upper body leaning forward. He braced himself with his arms, biting his lower lip. Tensing his trembling thighs, he slowly began to sway his body again.
“Ah…”
The first two or three times in this position had been fine, even good, but now he was starting to wear out. He was also annoyed by Taemo, who watched him move from a relaxed, half-reclined position. He even wondered if Taemo was holding back his own climax. This time, I’m going to finish him off in one go. Juhyeon stuck out his lower lip and exhaled a long breath, his damp bangs fluttering.
Juhyeon dug his toes into the surface for leverage. He then pressed his hips down heavily before rolling his waist forward, repeating the motion. A wet, squelching sound echoed continuously from their wide-open point of union. Just as they were about to dry out, Taemo squirted more lube between their thighs, which mixed with Juhyeon’s spent semen and soaked their joined flesh.
Juhyeon pressed his hand against Taemo’s lower belly and tightened his thighs. The tighter his entrance stretched, the deeper the hot cock drove inside him. Taemo’s engorged cock poked and prodded at his inner walls.
“Mmph, uh…”
Juhyeon flinched every time the bulging veins scraped his sensitized inner walls. He’d resolved to make Taemo come, yet here he was, the only one feeling pleasure again. Juhyeon squeezed his buttocks tight, his eyes shut tight. As he lifted his hips slightly, he felt the fluid pooled at their junction stretch out in sticky strands. Taemo’s gaze followed it.
Juhyeon trembled, his cock half-out of his body. He rocked his hips back and forth. The rounded head of his cock rubbed against the shallow part of his inner walls. A jolt of pleasure, like an electric current, shot up his spine. Unable to even hold his head up, Juhyeon rocked his hips even faster.
“…”
Taemo’s eyes narrowed slightly. His expression was far less composed than before. He’s really going to come this time.
Juhyeon reached back with both hands, gripping Taemo’s knees for support as he ground his hips down. Between his wide-spread thighs, Taemo’s dark red cock thrusts in and out, the friction slick with the fluids soaking them both. Taemo stared, unblinking, at the sight.
“Hah… Hngh…”
With every rough thrust, Juhyeon’s own erect cock swayed. Precum leaked from his swollen glans, dripping steadily. He needs to come first. He has to. Juhyeon lowered his gaze, staring intently at Taemo’s face.
“…”
Taemo licked his lower lip. His large hand was already groping Juhyeon’s knee and thigh, and his well-defined chest muscles were taut with tension. Juhyeon stopped his rapid movements and relaxed his thighs. As the muscles, which had been clenched tight for a moment, loosened, the hot cock forced its way inside. Even after several thrusts, the sensation of it sliding in was still overwhelming.
Taemo watched Juhyeon slowly swallow his exposed cock. His Adam’s apple bobbed before he wrinkled one eye. At the same time, Taemo’s thighs and lower abdomen tightened.
“Mmm, ahh…”
He swallowed his cock, letting out a sound that was almost a sob. As he trembled and fully settled his weight onto Taemo, the coarse pubic hair ground into his perineum. The stinging sensation made Juhyeon’s thighs clench tight in a sudden spasm.
Just then, he felt the cock buried deep inside him twitch. Before he could even let out a groan, Taemo erupted, filling him with a heavy, pulsing warmth. Juhyeon, who had been leaning back, hurriedly hunched forward, clutching his lower stomach. Even as he shook with the force of the ejaculation, he began to rock his body slowly back and forth. The semen spreading across his swollen inner walls seemed to soothe the maddening itch.
Semen leaked from their junction, dripping down so clearly he could feel it. Juhyeon kept stroking his lower abdomen. His insides, already stretched tight by the cock, were now so full of semen it felt dull and aching. He could almost feel the unusually lumpy outline of the penis through his fingertips. A strange sense of fulfillment made his whole body spasm.
Juhyeon gasped and closed his eyes. Just then, a slightly hoarse voice came from above his head.
“Should I count this as one round, or…?”
It meant the promised single round was over. But if Juhyeon was okay with it, they could keep going. Even this was a choice left to Juhyeon, rather than a demand. Juhyeon, who had been stroking his lower abdomen, shifted his hips slightly. Semen trickled out from the gap where they were still tightly joined.
“…Cut it in half. No, a quarter.”
With that, Juhyeon collapsed forward, burying his sweat-beaded forehead against Taemo’s collarbone as he gasped for breath.
“Okay.”
Though Taemo clearly wasn’t ready to stop, he seemed to understand Juhyeon’s exhaustion. He slowly stroked the small of Juhyeon’s back before firmly grasping his buttocks. His hand wandered insistently, groping the space between the cheeks that still clung to his cock. He rubbed his fingertips against the tightly clenched muscle, even trying to pry it open.
“Ugh, what are you doing? It’s going to stretch open…”
“I haven’t even started yet, and you’re already complaining.”
If he were the one being fucked, he wouldn’t be saying that.
Taemo’s cock was exceptionally veined, and even a few thrusts were enough to make Juhyeon’s entrance ache. Taemo wasn’t the gentle type, either—he never held back. After a few hours of relentless fucking, Juhyeon’s entire backside would be burning hot. When they went several rounds in a row, his insides would get so raw that even the semen trickling out stung.
Still, Juhyeon endured it. Because it was Lee Taemo, it was bearable. And above all, he didn’t mind the rough-handed way Taemo would wash him afterward, scooping out the semen and even secretly applying ointment.
“I’m not exaggerating. You really don’t know what it’s like to be in my shoes, do you?”
“Your vocabulary’s gotten a lot more sophisticated lately. Studying is paying off, huh?”
Taemo chuckled. The faint vibration traveled through Juhyeon’s entire body, even tickling his hypersensitive inner walls. Juhyeon writhed his hips, tightening his asshole around the cock. Twitch. The cock, still buried deep inside him with no intention of leaving, throbbed.
“……Don’t laugh. It hurts.”
Taemo’s breathing grew heavy at the sound of the mumble. Juhyeon’s cheek was pressed completely against his shoulder, making the sound vivid and clear. Though he seemed fully aroused, the hand rubbing his stretched-open entrance was slow and deliberate. That languid touch seemed to soothe the heat-pooled pain below.
“So tell me if you want me to fuck you. I’ll give you a chance to get your revenge anytime.”
“…….”
So much for acting composed.
Juhyeon snapped his head up and bit Taemo’s chest hard. It was so firm his teeth barely sank in. Embarrassed that he’d only succeeded in coating the skin in saliva, Juhyeon rubbed the spot vigorously with his palm.
Taemo, who had been watching the scene with his eyes cast down, hurriedly pulled his cock out. Semen, which had filled the space, trickled down as the puckered hole slowly closed. While Juhyeon held his breath, Taemo planted his knees. Then, he tapped Juhyeon’s ass with his hot, wet cock.
“But not now,” he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. “Later, when we have more time.”
He gripped the head of his cock and pushed it into the still-open entrance. The prominent veins scraped against the sensitive folds as he forced his way in. Juhyeon’s ass clenched instinctively.
Juhyeon had no idea what had suddenly turned Taemo on again, but the heat was different this time. With Juhyeon lying beneath him, Taemo’s position—knees bent, hips thrusting upward—must have been awkward. Yet he simply gripped Juhyeon’s ass tight, his cock sliding in and out with a rapid, relentless pace. Thwack, thwack. The only sound that echoed around the bed was the wet slap of hot flesh meeting flesh.
This count is going to take a long time, Juhyeon thought, fully immersed in the sensation of the cock relentlessly churning inside him.
After they finally finished, they washed up and went up to Juhyeon’s room on the second floor. They had originally kept two bedrooms for the sake of their sex life, and they were certainly making the most of it. Leaving the semen-soaked bed behind, the two of them clung to each other on the fresh, crisp sheets.
Juhyeon’s eyelids fluttered slowly, closing and opening as his vision blurred.
“……Good night.”
“You too.”
The reply was gruff. Juhyeon lifted his drowsy face to check on Taemo. The man’s eyes were closed peacefully. Lately, Taemo had been falling asleep more easily, even without the lavender spray. But he never slept for long, and the quality of his rest was poor. He seemed to manage only three or four hours at most, and he often appeared to be plagued by nightmares.
So lately, Juhyeon had been guarding Taemo’s nights in a different way.
He had pretended to sleep, only to drift off for real, but fortunately, he woke up quickly. As always, Taemo’s breath was shallow and ragged between his parted lips, and his brow was furrowed. A nightmare must have found him again.
“…….”
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