Chapter 83
The heat burning through the lower half of his body was turning unbearable.
Yeonho's rear ached with a raw, demanding pulse, every nerve ending screaming for something deeper and far more real.
"Put it in... Your dick. Put it inside me."
The words spilled out of Yeonho's mouth without a second thought. He didn't care how pathetic or desperate he sounded; he just wanted Seungjo to split him open and finish inside him.
Hearing those explicit words cut through the haze, Seungjo's senses snapped back into place.
He froze, staring down at his hands and at Yeonho.
"What the hell am I doing? Why am I..."
The realization hit him hard. Seungjo's hands loosened, his body stiffening as hesitation crept into his face.
Yeonho, suspended right on the edge of coming, felt the sudden break in momentum like a physical blow. The sudden hesitation on Seungjo's face looked dangerously close to regret but he refused to let him back out now.
Reaching up, Yeonho grabbed Seungjo by the back of his neck, hauling his head down and forcing their lips together in a hard, aggressive kiss.
Seungjo, already conditioned to the rhythm of his touch, didn't fight it. He leaned in and kissed him back, their mouths locking together with a wet, heavy intensity.
"Don't you dare stop now," Yeonho panted against his lips, his voice thick with need. "You're the one who dragged me into this bed. You don't get to back out now. Take responsibility."
Yet Seungjo still hesitated. The moment the demand for real penetration hung in the air, his mind began churning out reasons to pull back, locking his jaw in uncertainty.
'Maybe I pushed too fast,' Yeonho thought, feeling the shift in the air.
Realizing that rushing into full sex would make Seungjo withdraw entirely, Yeonho quickly changed his approach.
"Fine," Yeonho whispered, his voice dropping into a soft, breathless compromise. "You don't have to put it in. Just help me finish. We'll do it together."
"Together..." Seungjo repeated mechanically, his eyes tracking Yeonho's movement.
Yeonho reached down, wrapping his slender fingers around both of their slick, aching shafts, aligning them together in his palm. He began a slow, rhythmic stroke, his chest heaving as he worked.
Seungjo stayed close, his face inches from Yeonho's, watching every twitch of his mouth, every flutter of his golden eyelashes.
"Don't just stare at me.... Ha.."
Yeonho whined, his hips twitching impatiently against the mattress as he tried to manage the pace himself.
"Help me out... Seungjo, please. Let me finish."
Seungjo's length twitched at the needy, pathetic tone. Deep down, something stirred unexpectedly.
For the first time, a strange, unexpected thrill pounded through his chest. Seeing the arrogant, cocky brat completely undone, acting entirely submissive under his hold, begging, made Seungjo's blood run dangerously hot.
He reached down, his large, calloused hand clamping firmly over Yeonho's, taking full possession of him.
"Say my name," Seungjo commanded, his voice dropping into a low, predatory growl that vibrated against Yeonho's ear.
"Beg me properly."
Yeonho's breath hitched. The sudden order from Seungjo set his entire nervous system on fire.
"Say it," Seungjo repeated, his grip tightening.
"Please... let me finish..." Yeonho gasped, his hips lifting off the mattress as Seungjo stroke their members gently.
"Seungjo... ah... please! Do something..."
Yeonho's hands lost their strength, dropping to clutch at the white sheets. His entire body trembled under the force of Seungjo's hand.
The cold, dominant shift in the man's voice was precisely the kind of edge a masochist like him craved.
Gyeongjae was rough, sure, but he could never truly take control because Yeonho always manipulated him and swept him away.
Min-Hyuk knew how to order him around and handle himself in bed, even playing into rougher dynamics, but that was just physical compatibility. Min-Hyuk was still too easily drawn into Yeonho's orbit, meaning neither of them could ever draw out his deeper, underlying urges.
But Seungjo—a man who genuinely cold-shouldered him, hated his guts, and treated him like trash—acting completely out of character to dominate him was sending a shock of excitement straight through his core.
This was the perfect opening to let Seungjo take complete control.
Those exact words were everything Yeonho wanted to hear. His focus wavered for a split second, and Seungjo caught the distraction instantly.
Wrapping his large hand over both of their shafts, Seungjo took over the rhythm, stroking them aggressively with heavy, deliberate pressure.
The moment Yeonho arched his back, right on the edge of coming, Seungjo abruptly let go.
Yeonho shuddered violently, the sharp pain of being denied right at the last second tearing through his nerves.
Seungjo didn't let go. He held their length firm, his thumb sliding over the sensitive, weeping tip of Yeonho's shaft, pressing down hard enough to block the exit entirely.
"Ah! No—!" Yeonho cried out, his back arching off the bed as a wave of intense, painful pleasure surged through his lower body, trapped with nowhere to go.
Seungjo kept up the cruel cycle, teasing and halting over and over until Yeonho's entire world narrowed down to nothing but him.
"Let me—! Seungjo, please! Can't... anymore.. Ah."
Seungjo watched coldly as Yeonho's eyes rolled back, tears spilling over his lashes from the sheer sensitivity.
"Hick! Please... I'm going to die," Yeonho sobbed, his vision blurring. "I want to... Just let me..."
Ten minutes had passed—or maybe thirty. He had completely lost track of time. The prolonged denial was sweet torture, threatening to numb his mind entirely.
"Ah, Seungjo...."
"Not yet."
Seungjo pressed his thumb firmly over the tip of Yeonho's shaft, blocking the fluid from escaping. He rubbed the sensitive head, digging his nail in slightly, watching with dark satisfaction as Yeonho's eyes rolled back again from the pain.
"I'm going to come! Oh my god! Ah!"
Yeonho cried out, his muscles locking as he reached the peak, only for Seungjo to pause once again, clamping down on his release.
Leaning in, Seungjo pressed his lips against Yeonho's flushed cheek, his voice smooth and cold. This was the perfect moment to break the cunning brat's stride.
"Consider this a punishment," Seungjo murmured. "You snuck into my club. You honestly thought I wouldn't find out? You even tried to mess with the production team."
"P-Please..." Yeonho gasped out, head spinnin, his fingers clawing at Seungjo's forearms. "I can't... it hurts so bad... Please, ah.."
All he could process was the desperate need to hit his climax. At that, he started pressing kisses on Seungjo's cheeks in needy desperate way.
"You're not listening," Seungjo said, his grip firm. "Tell me what you were doing inside the club."
"I want to come... Please..." Yeonho wrapped his arms around Seungjo's neck, weeping quietly into his shoulder. "Seungjo, I'm begging you... Please.."
Seungjo pulld back, smiling lightly. Seeing the brat reduced to tears, clinging to him for relief, felt surprisingly sweet.
"So this is what you look like when you cry?" He muttered softly, reaching out to wipe a tear off Yeonho's cheek.
"What the hell? So he's here the entire time?"
A sharp, angry voice shattered the quiet room.
Seungjo lifted his head. Standing in the doorway were Gyeongjae and Min-Hyuk.
After Yeonho had pushed Gyeongjae away earlier, Gyeongjae had grown increasingly restless. He stormed out of his own room to hunt down Yeonho, checking every suite and demanding answers from anyone in the halls.
Min-Hyuk had been doing the exact same thing.
When their search led them to the last room where Dongjun was, Dongjun spat out that Seungjo had dragged Yeonho away.
They had marched straight to Seungjo's room, found it locked, and Gyeongjae had practically threatened a servant to hand over the master key.
After being rejected and pushed away by Yeonho, seeing him crying submissively under Seungjo sent a wave of pure irritation through both of them.
Gyeongjae and Min-Hyuk crossed the room, stopping right beside the bed.
Yeonho lay there with a bright red flush on his skin, covered in sweat, the marks they had previously left on his neck and chest were completely erased and overwritten by Seungjo's marking.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Gyeongjae demanded, his eyes fixed furiously on Seungjo.
"Looks like Chairman Baek decided to enjoy our little wildcat all to himself," Min-Hyuk added with a sharp, humorless scoff.
Seungjo didn't even flinch under their glares. Ignoring their presence entirely, he kept his attention locked onto the boy writhing beneath him.
"Answer me, Yeonho. What were you doing at the club?"
Recognizing the surrounding voices, Yeonho tried to gather his thoughts, but the torment in his lower belly drowned out all logic. He whined pathetically, turning his face into the pillow.
"Let me come... Please... Let go, it hurts so bad... I want it. ah.. "
"Answer the question first," Seungjo repeated, applying a slow, deliberate stroke to their shafts before pressing his thumb down over the tip once again, cutting off the peak at the final second.
"Why did you sneak into my club?"
"—No! Ah... Please! It hurts..."
Yeonho's hips kept twitching uselessly against Seungjo's palm.
"Please! I'm begging you... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks, his lips trembling as his whole body shook uncontrollably.
The pathetic, broken sight of Yeonho begging for mercy sparked something dark inside all three men.
Gyeongjae let out a harsh breath, stepping around the bed and sitting down near Yeonho's head, his expression dark and conflicted.
"I want to know too. Don't lie, Yeonho. Answer him."
Min-Hyuk pulled a heavy wooden chair over, dragging it to the side of the bed and sitting down. He reached out, his long fingers casually cupping Yeonho's tear-stained jaw.
"Mi... Min-Hyuk..." Yeonho rasped, his vision blurry as he reached out toward him. "Help me... please..."
Min-Hyuk caught his fingers, lifting his hand to press a soft kiss against his knuckles. "Shh... Look at you, poor thing. Is Seungjo being mean to you? Do you want me to take over?"
"It hurts..." Yeonho whimpered.
A slow, predatory smirk spread across Min-Hyuk's face. "Wrong answer, babe. You have to ask nicely. Say my name and beg me to take you right here. Maybe then I'll push him out of the way and give you what you want."
The threat helped Yeonho pull a fraction of his senses back together, though his vision remained unfocused.
"Back off, Min-Hyuk," Gyeongjae cut in coldly. "He needs to talk first. I want to know why he was at the underground club, and who's that piece of trash."
"Now that you mention it, I'm pretty curious about that guy too," Min-Hyuk said, letting go of Yeonho's hand. He leaned back in his chair. "Looks like you have to suffer a little longer. Though we all know you secretly enjoy this kind of torture, don't you?"
Min-Hyuk rested his chin on his hand, signaling for Seungjo to continue the interrogation.
'Assholes... every single one of them,' Yeonho cursed internally, his chest heaving.
He had no intention of revealing the real reason, but he needed to give them something to stop the pressure.
Telling the truth would ruin his long-term play. If he mentioned Yejun was one of his past rapist, they would dig into the gala scandal from years ago—and if they uncovered Hana's involvement too early, it would ruin his timing.
What's worse, if Hana discovered she was being targeted before the right moment, she would slip through his fingers or force their father to intervene.
He needed that reveal saved for his birthday. Exposing Hana's true face in front of everyone when she least expected would be far more devastating.
He needed the grand revelation to explode publicly—in front of the entire elite circle, where she couldn't escape.
With all three men staring down at him, waiting for an explanation while Seungjo's hand maintained its hold over his shaft, Yeonho forced out a carefully crafted lie.
"Tell me the truth," Seungjo demanded, his thumb pressing down harder.
"Ha... I went there... to sleep around!"
"Liar."
"...I'm not lying!" Yeonho choked out, letting his voice break. "I did it because every single one of you is obsessed with Hana! I wanted to find a man who would touch me without thinking about her! I was sexually frustrated! I know the only reason any of you touch me is because Hana won't give you what you want in bed!"
Silence fell heavy over the room. Seungjo's hand finally stilled.
Yeonho knew precisely how to play these men. They were drawn to his vulnerability, fascinated by his tears, and easily swayed when he framed himself as the pathetic, broken twin—even when he was actively manipulating their guilt.
"We all know the truth... I'm nothing more than her trashy, useless brother," Yeonho sobbed out, his voice breaking into raw, ragged gasps. "To be honest, the only reason I ever approached any of you in the first place was to get back at her! I wanted to hurt her! I'm nothing like her... I'm only good for one thing—pleasing men in bed! And I thought... I thought if I could steal the men who love her, if I could make you look at me instead, I'd finally feel like I mattered! I wanted to feel like I was worth something... that I wasn't as pathetic and useless as everyone thinks I am!"
As the words left his mouth, a heavy, suffocating ache bloomed deep in Yeonho's chest. The tears streaming down his face were no longer fake.
It wasn't just an act anymore—the raw, lingering trauma of the body's original owner had resurfaced, crashing through him with genuine pain.
'Great. Just great. Damn it.'
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