Free Web NovelYoungjae Kwon, now perfectly adjusted in his attire, stood with his hands shoved into his pants pockets, watching Heewon who was still lounging lazily.
“Your stamina’s like that, so you always end up passing out before you can even do anything.”
“......”
He was referring to a few days ago—the very night Heewon had stayed over in Youngjae’s bedroom.
They had set the mood for sex, but right before penetration, Heewon had collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
Heewon pressed his hands against the sofa and slowly raised himself. He felt somewhat wronged and knew he had to defend himself.
“Honestly, after pulling three rounds of ejaculation, it’s natural to get wiped out. That day, I really thought I was going to die.”
“How boring must your past sex life have been to be like that?”
“Boring...”
The insulting remark made Heewon laugh incredulously, his eyes hardening with resolve.
“Don’t you think Director Kwon is excessively vigorous?”
“That’s the baseline.”
“No way.”
“Have you only ever met premature finishers, Secretary Kim?”
Heewon, who had been quick to rebut each of Youngjae’s statements, suddenly fell silent. Should he explain or not...? After some thought, he decided it was better to clear things up than be misunderstood.
“You’re the first man I’ve ever slept with, Director.”
For a moment, a very faint smile flickered and vanished from Youngjae’s eyes—so fleeting Heewon wondered if he’d imagined it.
“You were so aggressive I just assumed you had experience.”
“......”
“Think about when you were in heat, Secretary Kim. You held up well.”
Heewon closed his eyes tightly. A confession slipped out with a sigh, as if during confession.
“I wasn’t in my right mind then.”
“I know.”
With a clean response, Youngjae stepped forward until their knees nearly touched.
“Still, I have expectations. I prefer honesty if we’re going to do this.”
At those words, Heewon’s face flushed deeply. Touching it with his palm, he really felt the heat.
So now he’d even learned about Director Kwon’s sexual preferences.
His heart raced uncontrollably. Embarrassed yet unable to help, he found himself looking forward to sex with Youngjae. Taking a long breath, he answered,
“I’ll... consider what you said.”
After tidying his disheveled appearance, Heewon exited the reception room first. What was supposed to be a short break had somehow stretched to over an hour.
Just as he was about to close the door, he let out a startled gasp upon seeing a figure standing quietly in the usually empty office. He immediately clutched his trembling chest.
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“...I forgot something important.”
Secretary Song bowed and pulled a small shopping bag from under her desk. It had a ribbon tied on it, looking like a gift for someone.
Had she overheard something? How soundproof was the reception room? It hadn’t seemed bad, but the office was very quiet...
Heewon hurriedly checked his own appearance. Shirt buttons were properly done, and his tie was perfectly straight. The problem was the conversation inside... an utterly disgraceful subject no one else should hear.
He regretted showing surprise. Should he pretend ignorance now? But Secretary Song’s face looked too much like someone who had heard something.
As his head filled with all sorts of thoughts, Secretary Song’s eyes suddenly widened. She had just seen Director Kwon emerge from the reception room behind the door. Suspicion hardened into certainty.
“Ah... I needed to discuss something briefly with Director.”
In the reception room? Really?
Even to himself, the excuse sounded flimsy. Heewon turned his head and frantically gestured at Youngjae.
Youngjae didn’t even glance his way.
“Secretary Song, you remember what I said then.”
His cold voice cut in. “Yes, Director.” Secretary Song hurriedly bowed.
“The order still stands. I don’t want to hear any further mention of it.”
She bowed again, unable to meet eyes, clutching the shopping bag tightly. Then with a pale, shocked face, she hurriedly left the office.
Heewon pursed his lips and repeatedly pointed to the spot where Secretary Song had been standing. He was silently asking for an explanation of what had been exchanged without his knowledge.
“What.”
Youngjae gave his signature indifferent look, then spoke brazenly.
“Secretary Kim has a point. It’s best to be cautious at the office.”
Stating the obvious.
So even if he looked at me lewdly, I’d let it slide. At work, we’d never even brush collars.
“Haah... Director.”
A dizzy moan escaped as fingers crushed his nipples. Heewon inadvertently crumpled Youngjae’s stiff jacket. He knew he should fix that bad habit... but excitement made him grasp anything he could.
How weak humans are to temptation. The surrender was embarrassingly swift.
The underground parking lot was empty late at night.
Concrete walls blocked all around, not a single car nearby, yet Heewon kept anxiously glancing outside.
The slight fog on the window and the pitch-black tinted glass did nothing to reassure him.
Unable to focus, Youngjae clicked his tongue softly. As if reprimanding rude behavior, he bit Heewon’s lower lip hard enough to hurt. A short groan escaped, and Youngjae’s tongue slowly licked the bitten inner lip.
Heewon’s eyes closed involuntarily, accepting the saliva and hot pheromones. Even if he tried to stay alert, with Youngjae as his partner, everything became useless.
After layering their bodies and kissing for about ten minutes, Youngjae pulled away for a breath. The heavy weight pressing on Heewon gradually loosened distance.
“Tomorrow’s Saturday. No plans.”
“...I know that better than you do.”
Heewon straightened the reclining driver’s seat. Curling his wet lips, he secretly licked off the remaining saliva.
His casual remark had a clear meaning. Late at night, guaranteed holiday, pheromones filling the air. His lower abdomen tugged involuntarily at the dirty signal.
“Isn’t this not enough for you?”
“Obviously.”
Returning to his seat, Youngjae chuckled. His gaze trailed down Heewon’s upper body to below.
“You’re not the only one lacking.”
Heewon pressed his knees together. That didn’t hide the bulge in his pants.
Quickly turning his head out the window, he exhaled deeply but couldn’t calm his excitement, biting his lips nervously.
“...Just five more minutes. I’ll leave soon.”
Youngjae, who had his arms crossed beside him, thought briefly before getting out of the car. He circled the hood, flung open the driver’s door, and motioned to Heewon.
“Get out.”
“Yes?”
“Yeah, don’t say it again, just get in the passenger seat. Was that so hard to understand?”
Heewon got out immediately. This was an automatic reflex—a secretary’s instinct to obey Director Kwon’s orders no matter what.
After somehow getting into the passenger seat and closing the door, the car started before he could even buckle up.
He knew Youngjae hated wasting time, but hadn’t expected such impatience. Surely, a few speeding tickets were waiting for them on the way.
At home, Youngjae resumed his usual composed demeanor. As soon as they entered the foyer, Heewon, prepared to pull down his pants, was left dumbfounded, standing in the living room.
Youngjae glanced back briefly as he headed toward the dressing room. Even now, no sign of excitement showed.
“Go wash up.”
“Yes?”
“Wash up and come to the bedroom.”
The command was so dry it hardly felt like seduction, yet Heewon’s heart trembled uncontrollably. He nodded in reply.
He washed his body thoroughly in the bathroom. Though it wasn’t his first time being physically close to Youngjae, his tension was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe normally.
After drying off, he donned the plush shower gown in the bathroom, its soft, heavy fabric scented with luxurious bergamot. Already feeling covered by Youngjae’s presence, he flinched involuntarily.
“...I’m seriously bad.”
Had the lust demon possessed him? Not a moment passed without filthy thoughts. If only he had lost his mind and rolled around, he wouldn’t be like this. But trying to take it step by step sober was maddening.
Slipping on slippers, he quietly crossed the dark house. The only sound was the soft scrape of slippers on the floor. A faint light leaked through a slightly open door. He knocked on the ajar bedroom door, a long-standing habit.
Leaning by the window, Youngjae was on a phone call. Was it work-related? Standing quietly, Heewon closed the door and cautiously approached the bed.
The crisp white bedding was perfectly made; the pillows were perfectly balanced. The orderliness was almost confusing—was this a home or a hotel room?
Without permission from the owner, he couldn’t just lie on the bed and settled on the edge instead. At least he could hear Youngjae’s voice. The low, even tone of the call sounded like someone reading a book aloud.
“Seems premature. I think it’s too early to discuss.”
Though clearly a serious work call, Youngjae looked off-duty with his bangs down. The deep navy bathrobe accentuated his pale skin and revealed just enough of his chest to catch the eye.
It felt like admiring a statue. Heewon was briefly lost in thought staring at him. When his gaze slid back up and met Youngjae’s dark eyes—like the night sky—he quickly looked away.
Not guilty of anything, yet unable to hold his gaze.
As his toes nervously shuffled his slippers, the man by the window slowly took a step forward, approaching Heewon’s feet.
His indifferent gaze met Heewon’s, sending a shiver down his spine.
His long fingers wrapped around the back of Heewon’s head, ruffling hair and gently massaging the scalp in a way that felt significant.
Even while touching Heewon, Youngjae continued his phone conversation. His intense gaze never left Heewon’s face.
“That matter will be handled by Lawyer Park.”
Heewon realized the person on the phone was Lawyer Park. His trembling intensified along the nape, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
Lawyer Park had no idea what was happening beyond the phone right now.
