Free Web NovelYoungjae Kwon was a man who always put his words into action. His warning to make sure Heewon would pay the proper price was, in truth, a declaration that he intended to drain every ounce of Heewon’s vitality.
As a result, during the vacation disguised as a business trip, they had sex nonstop. Day and night, without regard for time.
No matter how much humans belong to the mammal family, living like beasts to this extent made Heewon question if it was even acceptable—his life had become a constant cycle of eating, defecating, and sleeping. His thoughts were completely suppressed, consumed only by instinct.
By Tuesday, even this felt unbearable. Heewon collapsed onto the bed, completely drained. His limp body looked no different from the soaking wet blanket beneath him.
“Want something to eat?”
Youngjae, freshly washed, approached the bed and asked. Every time he shook his towel-damp hair, a fragrant scent wafted beside Heewon.
It was quite strange that a man who always insisted on using only one brand now smelled like the shampoo commonly sold in supermarkets, but Youngjae seemed to quite like it himself.
“......”
Heewon blinked his half-closed eyes while lying face down. After sex, he was barely breathing. Even though he hadn’t eaten all day, he felt no hunger at all. Instead, his stomach felt bloated.
Considering the amount of semen Youngjae had left inside him, feeling full made sense. His lower abdomen still felt heavy and tight, as if his member were still lodged inside.
Heewon lazily rolled over, slowly caressing his slightly swollen belly.
“My stomach hurts.”
“That’s because you haven’t eaten anything.”
“......”
“Get up. It’s already three o’clock.”
The man, dressed only in training pants and nothing else, showed no signs of exhaustion. Instead, his face was full of languid satisfaction, as if repeated sex had been fulfilling.
Youngjae’s abdominal muscles, tightly packed, had been rumbling for a while—he had skipped both breakfast and lunch. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Well, to maintain that physique, he’d need to eat something. Heewon barely propped himself up before flopping back down. Ah... he really couldn’t move.
“I don’t know... eat whatever you want.”
“You really are a handful.”
He slid his hand under Heewon’s waist and effortlessly lifted the limp body. He wasn’t light, but it was too easy. Carrying a man nearly 180 cm tall like a child, he calmly left the bedroom.
Heewon clung tightly to Youngjae’s waist and shoulders with his arms and legs to avoid falling. Despite the secure hold, his body swayed slightly up and down with every step he took. He had sworn never to take this position again... but his lower back’s erector spinae and inner thigh muscles ached sharply from last night’s overexertion.
Youngjae began rummaging through the kitchen as if it were his own home. Holding Heewon, he flung open the refrigerator door. Inside was only cold air and water. He looked into the empty space and clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“What exactly do you eat?”
“...I don’t cook at home.”
He spent most of the day at the office, then collapsed as soon as he got home. He thought cooking was something only people with free time could do. Or like Youngjae, who hired a housekeeper. Neither applied to Heewon.
Isn’t it better than having a messy fridge?
Feeling like his shame had been unnecessarily exposed, Heewon rested his chin on Youngjae’s broad shoulder. Once out of the bedroom, his stomach finally started to growl. When he tightened his calf around Youngjae’s waist to hurry him along, Youngjae pulled out a bottle of water and shut the fridge door with a soft thud.
This time, he rummaged through the pantry. Supporting Heewon’s hips with one arm, his free hand busily opened and closed the upper cabinet doors. Youngjae found a pack of four unopened instant ramen in the corner. Although he didn’t prefer instant food, it was the only thing available to eat right now.
“Ah, that’s probably past the expiration date.”
Heewon muttered as he looked at the ramen. He was right. Youngjae laughed in disbelief when he saw last year’s date on the package. Without hesitation, he tossed the ramen into the trash.
He moved to lay Heewon down on the dining table. Clack. He poured some water and took the first sip. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed on his long neck was incredibly sexy.
When Heewon looked at him with a thirsty expression, Youngjae wiped the wet corner of his mouth and lowered his gaze.
“Want some?”
Heewon lay down, only stretching out his arm. Youngjae readily complied with the lazy request. As he held water in his mouth, he pressed his face close.
Their lips met, and cool water flowed inside. Even as Heewon gulped the water down, their tongues rubbed together. Though there was no water left in the mouth, the moist flesh lingered and leisurely toyed inside.
Arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs spread wide. Youngjae was already pulling down his training pants. Without underwear, the thick head of his cock surged up as soon as the waistband was pulled down. He grabbed both of his huge members together with his large hands and started shaking them.
“Haa, uh.”
Along with heavy moans came loud growling noises. Heewon didn’t even know whose stomach was making the noise. But meals had already been pushed aside.
The thick head slowly parted his anus, and Heewon instinctively flinched. His face turned pale as he watched Youngjae. There was no rest even for a moment...
The hole was sore and stung even to the touch, and the semen inside hadn’t yet been expelled. A warm liquid dripped from the slightly opened gap, sending chills down Heewon’s spine. It felt somewhat like defecating.
“Haa, wait... let’s rest a little, okay, ugh!”
As Youngjae slowly penetrated him, Heewon shook his head as if disgusted. The inner wall soaked in semen had already become smooth and lubricated with just a little movement.
That didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. As his insides tensed again, Heewon squeezed out tears and grabbed Youngjae’s wrist. Both his fingertips and the pressed skin {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} turned white.
Youngjae inserted his member very slowly, like when enjoying anal play. But that teasing speed was even more torturous. The inner wall was hypersensitive, and Heewon could feel every scrape of the mucous membrane and the veins wrapped around the cock shaft.
Heewon had no energy left to call “vigor.” What actually came out was clear liquid like water. His balls had shrunk as if all the seed had been exhausted.
Just as Youngjae was continuing the slow fucking, he suddenly stopped and bent his waist deeply. Holding Heewon’s face in his arms, he said,
“Isn’t this what you wanted? You said you wanted me to express myself more.”
“If you just said that, it’d be fine, but you keep showing it through fucking, that’s the problem.” fгeewebnovёl.com
“Is there a right way to show affection?”
“Haa, you haven’t dated before, right, Director?”
“Has Secretary Kim dated a lot?”
Heewon sealed his lips tightly. He knew it was his loss to say something pointless. Then Youngjae lightly bit the tip of his nose.
“Our relationship can’t be ordinary anyway.”
“......”
“Things between us have changed, but we still can’t show it publicly. You agreed to that part too, Secretary Kim.”
“I know.”
“But when we’re alone, I’ll express everything without holding back.”
Youngjae resumed the slow movement of his hips. Surely, the expression he spoke of was mostly sex.
Swaying up and down with the relaxed rhythm, Heewon stretched out his arms and tightly embraced Youngjae’s shoulders. The skin pressing against his own delivered his affection clearly.
No need to overthink it. This was good enough as it was.
Even after becoming lovers, nothing appeared different on the surface.
The two, who disliked others’ attention, still kept their relationship secret. Their special feelings for each other were thoroughly hidden, and they silently fulfilled their respective roles.
The advantage of being an executive secretary was that one could stay by the boss’s side all day.
Of course, there were still many who looked at Heewon with prejudice because of the title “Omega Secretary.” Rumors about disorderly behavior persisted, but all the more reason to show a more restrained appearance in front of others. Above all, since Youngjae coldly kept his distance, there was no problem.
The elevator for executives became packed like a can of beans. Heewon gave up his spot and moved to the corner.
As always, Youngjae stood nearby. The distance between them was barely ten centimeters, close enough to hear each other’s breathing, but they both looked straight ahead as if ignoring each other. Yet, because the space was so cramped, their hands briefly brushed.
Expecting him to pull away, Heewon was surprised when Youngjae cunningly entwined his ring finger with his own. Turning to look in surprise, Youngjae shamelessly stared only at the floor indicator.
A light chuckle escaped him. Heewon bit his lip to suppress the smile spreading across his face.
So this was the thrill of office romance. Just holding hands secretly was thrilling enough. Youngjae’s sudden expressions of affection like now added to the pleasure.
When the elevator stopped, their entwined fingers quietly slipped apart.
Even while people got on and off, their expressions remained calm. Only the sensation left on the fingertips wouldn’t fade easily. Heewon stood with his hands clasped behind his back, secretly wiggling his fingers.
