Chapter 1: Prolonged Retaliation

Prologue

The long, coarse pubic hair swaying with his breath gave off a subtle mint scent.

At the same time, a thick body odor that the cool fragrance couldn’t hide rushed into Haejun’s nose with every breath he took.

He felt like this man’s scent would seep into his body and never be erased.

“Hngh…”

No matter how many times he saw it, the excessively large penis was not only hard to fit in his mouth, but also made him feel defeated as a fellow man.

With that penis, reeking intensely of male scent, in his mouth, he was constantly reminded that he was nothing more than an outlet for sexual desire.

His lips, stretched to their limit, were about to tear, and every time the thick glans touching his throat twitched and leaked pre-cum, nausea rose.

Unintentionally, thick tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

Even so, the hand gripping his head didn’t lose strength.

As if encouraging him that he could take more, it stroked the back of his head.

At the chilling sensation of nails scraping his scalp, Haejun curled his toes.

“You can swallow more, can’t you?”

Even though he had taken it as deep as he could, more than an inch of the penis remained outside.

He shook his head to say it was too much, but the man tapped his cheek, telling him to put the rest in.

When Haejun’s eyes twitched and trembled reflexively, the man’s lips curved faintly.

The fingers that had tapped his cheek moved onto the shaft.

It meant for him to take it this far.

He forced himself to swallow saliva and moved his lips little by little.

Just a little more, just a little.

His lips crawled along the thick shaft, caressing it.

The more he did, the deeper the glans lodged in his mouth pushed in, pressing firmly against his throat.

“That’s it. You’re doing well.”

At last, the pubic hair touched his nose.

Just as he felt relieved that he had taken it all, Lee Kyung grabbed the back of his head with both hands and pressed down hard.

“Ghk… mmph!”

“Don’t use your teeth.”

His body odor rushed strongly into his crushed nose, and the glans touched his uvula.

Instinctively he cried out to be saved, but because his mouth was stuffed with the penis, only gagging sounds came out.

With a desperate will to live, he grabbed the man’s thigh and clung to it.

Lee Kyung removed the hands clutching his pants, pressed their palms together, and laced their fingers.

The tightly entwined fingers squeezed Haejun’s as if to break them.

“Excuse me.”

Just then, the office door opened with a short knock.

At the sound of a voice he had heard many times before, Haejun’s eyes, already wide, saw Lee Kyung raise his gaze.

“I brought coffee.”

Click-clack, the thin heels of her shoes tapped the floor in a steady rhythm.

Thump-thump.

Haejun couldn’t even breathe, focusing all his attention on her footsteps.

Cold sweat ran down his spine.

Because he was so on edge, even that gave him goosebumps.

The sound of her shoes soon disappeared.

It must have been because she stepped on the carpet.

The luxurious silk carpet laid under the table swallowed sound very well.

“Uh, the guest is…”

As she was about to set down the coffee, she muttered as if puzzled.

Though he was hidden by the desk and couldn’t see her, Haejun easily pictured her looking around.

Due to tension, he panted, then swallowed the saliva pooled in his mouth.

His opened throat closed and squeezed Lee Kyung’s penis tightly.

Lee Kyung, who had maintained a poker face throughout, responded with a very slight tremor of his eyes.

“Hngh…!”

As if a dam had burst, semen poured out, and Haejun let out a sound without realizing.

Lee Kyung’s interlaced fingers tightened further.

Haejun’s fingers, bent backward, were on the verge of breaking.

“Did you say something?”

The secretary asked back, perhaps having heard the sound.

Haejun’s body trembled like an aspen.

He felt as if he would be caught at any moment, hiding under the desk with his head buried in her boss’s crotch, swallowing his penis.

His chest, unable to exhale the breath trapped inside, heaved greatly.

Lowering only his eyes to look at Haejun, Lee Kyung moved his smooth lips.

“He went to the restroom.”

His voice was so clean and neat that it was hard to believe he had his penis in a man’s mouth and was pouring semen down his throat.

Tears streamed from the corners of Haejun’s eyes as he gulped down the semen he couldn’t spit out.

He squeezed his eyes shut, shook off the tears, and pulled his head back.

Thanks to Lee Kyung loosening the hand gripping his head, the penis slid halfway out.

The shaft, covered in semen and saliva, glistened.

Hoo, hoo.

The breath he forced through his teeth without making a sound felt suffocating.

“Secretary Lim.”

“Yes.”

At the voice stopping the woman who was about to leave, Haejun reflexively looked up at Lee Kyung.

Goosebumps rose at his expression.

Those eyes.

The eyes he had when thinking bad thoughts.

Haejun instinctively grabbed and clung to him.

As if coaxing, he licked the penis still half in his mouth and silently begged him to please abandon the thought.

“I dropped my pen. Sorry to trouble you, but could you pick it up?”

“Ah, yes.”

But it was no use.

Despair dropped heavily into Haejun’s red, chapped eyes.

In the quiet office, the click-clack of shoe heels echoed again.

At the sound coming closer, Haejun hurriedly pulled his body deeper under the desk, but no matter how much he hid, once she came around the desk she would inevitably see him.

Lee Kyung brushed Haejun’s forehead, which was pouring sweat like rain.

It was a touch that seemed to be pondering what to do.

Haejun rubbed his face against his hand, trying to change his mind.

Each time, he felt his already shattered pride being carefully trampled.

“Where is the pen…”

The secretary’s muttering right next to the desk tickled Haejun’s ears.

Startled, Haejun flinched his shoulders and buried his head between Lee Kyung’s legs.

Bang.

Lee Kyung’s shoe kicked the side of the desk fiercely.

The secretary, who had been crouching and searching for the pen, looked up at Lee Kyung in surprise.

His gaze was directed under the desk.

“It went under the desk. I’ll pick it up myself. Go out and do your work.”

Lee Kyung’s gaze persistently scanned the body trembling between his legs.

“Yes. Call me if you need anything.”

Her voice held a hint of puzzlement, but she was not the type to argue with her boss.

“It would have been more fun if she had seen.”

After the door closed, Lee Kyung muttered as if deeply regretting it.

Haejun tried to swallow his tears, but his eyes kept welling up from the sorrow that came with relief.

Lee Kyung patted his heaving shoulders and called him in a rather tender voice.

“Gi Haejun.”

Facing his red face, dirtied by tears, he smiled faintly.

“Bend over the desk.”

How many times had he been turned away now?

The company, his home, and now a bar.

But the private bar blocked Haejun’s entry, saying it was members-only.

“Then just call Joo Chang-kyung for me.”

“He’s not here.”

The curt tone was so absurd it made him laugh.

He had seen him go in with his own eyes, yet the tone was shameless enough to make him sick.

“I saw him go in.”

“You must have seen wrong.”

Knowing it was useless to argue here, Haejun shoved the guard aside and lunged to go inside.

But the large guard was fast too.

The guard, who easily blocked his way, lightly subdued Haejun, saying he couldn’t do this.

“Joo Chang-kyung! I know you’re in there!”

“I can’t have you causing a scene. I’ll call the police.”

“Call them!”

Haejun shouted angrily.

But the guard didn’t even blink, hoisted him up, and set him down on the street.

“Ha…”

In front of the completely locked door, Haejun let out a hollow sigh and bit his lip hard.

If he couldn’t face Joo Chang-kyung here either, there was no answer.

Both the company and his home were blocked from the lobby, so even seeing his face was not easy.

If he waited outside, he would often flee in his car, and he had already put up a barricade saying he wouldn’t listen to anything.

His irritation surged.

“Did you think I would give up if you acted like this?”

Haejun spoke to the black-coated glass door.

The firmly closed door showed no sign of opening, but he was sure someone had been placed inside to watch if he would quietly leave.

“You know well that this won’t erase what you did. This is my number. If you don’t contact me by tomorrow, I’ll gather all the evidence and report it to the press.”

Inside the door was dead silent.

There was no sign of anyone, as if no one was there.

Unbothered, he took out a business card and wedged it in the door.

“Son of a b*tch.”

Unable to hold back the anger that wouldn’t fade, he spat out a curse and turned around.

Though spring was in full swing, perhaps because it was night, the wind felt cold.

Maybe it felt that way because his bones were chilled.

He grabbed his collar, which the wind was blowing open, with a rough hand and walked on.

Haejun looked back, glared at the business card still stuck in the door, then gave up and hailed a taxi.

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