Chapter 143: Side Story Part 3 Episode 6 – A Necessary Person

A lewd, boiling moan reverberated deep in his throat.

Until recently, it had been a part of his body he hadn’t paid any attention to whether it was touched or not, but ever since getting involved with Eun-gyeol, its sensitivity had been growing strangely sharper.

Whenever Eun-gyeol teased it gently between his fingers like this, it felt as though insects were crawling deep inside his belly, ticklish and unbearable.

“Uh, ngh… ah.”

The moan he had been holding back while biting his lip finally slipped out.

He had been embarrassed to respond honestly when touched there and had tried to endure it, but as if deliberately coaxing out sound, Eun-gyeol scraped and twisted the tip with his fingernails, leaving him no way to hold back any longer.

“Do you like it?

Here?

Want me to suck it?”

Turning Han-geon’s body around, Eun-gyeol perched himself on the edge of the bathtub.

Sitting with his legs spread, he trapped Han-geon between them and pulled him in tightly around the waist.

His damp eyes boiled with raw desire.

Just like that, he parted his lips and took a mouthful of Han-geon’s chest.

“Ugh, ah, wait a second…”

Water trickling weakly from the showerhead ran down his shoulders and collarbone, flowing into the cleavage Eun-gyeol had forced into shape with his grip.

Scraping and rubbing the bud with his tongue, Eun-gyeol slid it along while kneading Han-geon’s chest with both hands.

“This feels like I’m nursing.”

“Please don’t say that kind of thing… seriously.”

Sounds too embarrassing to even hear echoed loudly through the bathroom.

When Han-geon flinched and tried to pull back, Eun-gyeol locked one arm tightly around his waist and continued kneading the chest he was sucking with his free hand.

Like an infant desperately searching for milk, Eun-gyeol relentlessly sucked at the sensitive tip.

Each time he pulled hard on it, wet smacking sounds leaked from between his red, pretty lips.

It was a lewd act completely mismatched with his angelically innocent face.

“Heh… it’d be nice if milk really came out here…”

“…Stop saying that kind of bullshit, ngh… seriously…”

“Then I’d be the only one drinking it every single day.

I wouldn’t leave even a drop.”

Spouting utter nonsense, Eun-gyeol continued noisily suckling at the flesh.

He pulled hard with pressure, greedily drawing it in, his tongue moving obscenely as he licked upward, sometimes even setting his teeth and biting down lightly.

When he kneaded the skin in his grip more roughly, handprints quickly bloomed across it.

Even when the nipples and areola swelled red and the skin burned and stung, Eun-gyeol didn’t stop.

“Ugh… p-please… stop…”

In the end, Han-geon’s legs gave out.

As he staggered under the overwhelming pleasure, Eun-gyeol’s hand immediately wrapped around his waist.

Pulling him closer, he smiled thinly.

“Sit here, Han-geon.”

He patted his own thigh with a large palm.

Though his smile was seductive, his eyes burned with dangerous heat.

When Han-geon, utterly drained by the intense pleasure, sat down on his lap, Eun-gyeol reached forward with a hand coated in body wash foam.

Already stiff from the stimulation to his chest, Han-geon’s erection was rubbed slickly within Eun-gyeol’s grasp.

“Ah… ngh… ah…”

White foam spilled between Eun-gyeol’s fingers wrapped around the thick shaft.

Each time his hand moved, a sharp mint scent spread thickly through the bathroom.

The slick sensation combined with just the right pressure and Eun-gyeol’s hot body temperature wiped Han-geon’s mind completely blank.

He couldn’t think straight at all.

Perched securely on Eun-gyeol’s thigh, Han-geon’s hips trembled uncontrollably.

Their thighs, split and hardened like stone, pressed together as his body twitched repeatedly.

Right before his eyes, pleasure sloshed dangerously close to overflowing.

“…Ah!”

The scattered sensations were about to spill over like popping candy.

Their two hardened shafts pressed firmly together.

Eun-gyeol pulled Han-geon’s hand over so he was gripping both of them at once, then covered the back of his hand with his own.

Two large hands rubbed and stroked the foam-slicked shafts together at a rapid pace.

The moans filling the bathroom grew even louder.

They continued until their arms ached, and even after climaxing together, the excitement in Eun-gyeol’s eyes refused to settle.

“I love you.

I love you, Han-geon…”

His thick voice spread languidly against Han-geon’s wet ear.

Hot hands cupped his neck and cradled the back of his head.

Embracing Eun-gyeol chest to chest without a single gap between them, Han-geon buried his nose and mouth against his wet shoulder and rubbed gently.

As he did, the unease he had felt on set earlier seemed like a completely absurd illusion.

Right.

It was a foolish thought.

Eun-gyeol was simply doing his job.

At his workplace.

And that workplace was also Han-geon’s workplace.

So as his manager, he shouldn’t harbor such inappropriate feelings.

That wasn’t why he had chosen to become Eun-gyeol’s manager.

Situations like this would repeat dozens, even hundreds of times in the future, and if he felt this way every time, he would never be able to do this job.

Now, the position of Eun-gyeol’s manager wasn’t something he was holding onto solely because he liked Eun-gyeol.

Han-geon himself wanted it.

He wanted to be the person closest to Eun-gyeol, the one who could take care of him and protect him better than anyone else.

That was why he had stepped forward despite countless hesitations.

So don’t drown in unsightly emotions.

The only things that are real are this hot body he’s holding, Eun-gyeol’s heart pounding as if it might burst toward him, and the sweet voice confessing love….

Han-geon pulled Eun-gyeol into a tighter embrace.

Eun-gyeol’s arms responded in kind, gripping him just as firmly.

Facing the fact that his heart had unknowingly been stained by negative emotions was embarrassing, but it was fine.

Because he was with the man who held him this tightly and kept him upright.

***

However, once the tide had surged in, it was far stronger than Han-geon had expected.

It kept dragging him in directions he didn’t want.

Caught in the violent current of emotions, Han-geon had no choice but to be swept along helplessly.

Being able to focus on Eun-gyeol’s acting without a second thought until then had truly been a blessing.

Han-geon genuinely thought so.

He struggled desperately to rein in the unease creeping up inside him without his noticing.

The empty fist clenched tightly in his hand felt especially pitiful.

“Alright, great, the framing looks amazing.

It’s coming out beautifully.

Okay, let’s go, ready!”

The director shouted cheerfully while staring at the monitor.

On the day the two leads confirmed their feelings for each other, the atmosphere on set was more intense and charged than ever.

Whatever feelings they might actually harbor toward each other, the two were consummate professionals.

Their gazes, speech, and gestures aligned perfectly, creating an irresistibly hot and fluttering mood.

“Action!”

The moment the camera rolled, they became lovers on the brink of confession.

Cha Eun-gyeol—no, Cha Kang-woo—looked straight at Juwon.

His gaze was direct yet excessively hot, making the heart of anyone watching throb painfully.

Then he opened his mouth and finally spoke the words.

To her.

To Ju-young.

“I love you.”

I love you.

At that moment, Eun-gyeol’s thick voice from the bathtub the night before, when he had held Han-geon close, came vividly back to life.

Without realizing it, Han-geon jerked upright.

At some point, his heart had begun pounding as if it were about to shatter.

The gaze Eun-gyeol used as he looked down at Juwon was far too similar to the one he had used while holding Han-geon and saying he loved him just yesterday.

“Sunbae.”

Ju-won looked up at Eun-gyeol with trembling eyes.

Her gaze, filled to the brim with anticipation and excitement, wavered with a pure and beautiful shimmer.

Soon after, their faces slowly drew closer.

Staring at Eun-gyeol with wildly shaking eyes, Juwon gently closed hers.

Han-geon’s hand, which had been clenched into a tight fist, loosened, then clenched again.

Realizing he was unconsciously repeating the motion, Han-geon wiped his sweat-soaked palm against his pants and abruptly turned his gaze away.

When filming emotionally important scenes like this, managers usually monitored their actors’ performances closely as well.

The deeper the trust between actor and manager, the more so.

So he should have been watching carefully, ready to point out what was good and what could be improved later if Eun-gyeol asked….

He couldn’t watch.

He absolutely couldn’t.

As soon as the thought reached that point, his eyes squeezed shut without him realizing it.

“Cut!

That was great.

Absolutely top-tier.”

The director’s bright voice rang out, and Han-geon snapped his eyes open.

As the two overlapping faces quickly pulled apart, the large hand that had been wrapped around Ju-won’s slender arm immediately fell away as well.

While Ju-won was surrounded by people touching up her makeup, Eugene and the rest of the team rushed over to fuss over Eun-gyeol’s face.

Normally, Han-geon would have been the first to approach, but this time he stood there blankly for a moment, unable to move toward Eun-gyeol right away.

But it was only for a moment.

Just as Han-geon was chewing on self-reproach and about to hurry forward, Eun-gyeol suddenly stood up and strode toward him with long steps.

The team members who had been fixing his makeup all hurried after him.

The instant Han-geon saw the vivid lipstick mark left on Eun-gyeol’s lips, a dull pain bloomed in his chest.

Forcing himself to ignore the sensation, he asked,

“Good work.

Want some water?”

“I need a handkerchief first.”

Eun-gyeol held out his palm.

He was openly scowling.

“A handkerchief.

You want me to wipe your sweat?”

“No.

Give me the one Choi Han-geon was using.”

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