Chapter 56
Gliding his fingertips along the fabric of Seungjo's boxers, Yeonho slowly stroked his length. Yeonho froze for a brief second at the sheer size—even though it was still flaccid inside the cloth, the outline alone was massive.
Seungjo didn't give away a single hint of reaction, his pen scratched steady across a notepad, keeping a completely stoic face despite the dangerous act unfolding beneath his desk. His focus remained strictly on the men sitting across from him, determined to lock Yeonho down under his agency.
"Like I said, he will be working under my company whether you like it or not," Seungjo clarified, his voice smooth and commanding.
"But Chairman Baek," one of the executives interjected nervously. "This is Choi Yeonho we're talking about. If we sign him as a model, won't it tarnish the agency's reputation?"
"He's right, but... the Chairman has a point," another director countered, adjusting his glasses.
"The preliminary test shots were flawless. Honestly, his execution outperformed our agency's top talent. Besides, it's an international campaign. If we manage him globally alongside the Dior deal, our company's reputation will skyrocket. Using him to elevate the agency's standing is brilliant. We just need to make sure no new scandals break out locally and sweep the previous ones under the rug. That way, our main asset and the agency take the global stage together."
The first executive stuttered, trying to formulate a rebuttal against his colleague's point, debating the pros and cons of taking on such a volatile public figure.
Seungjo listened silently, letting them state their arguments while assessing the situation.
Under the desk, Yeonho shifted closer to Seungjo's lap, gently parting Seungjo's knees to make space. His face was resting mere inches from Seungjo's unzipped trousers.
Just being this close made Yeonho's heart race with pure thrill. Pushing this game further right in front of Seungjo's top executives was insane—if they got caught, it would ruin them both.
Yet, the sheer risk of it made his blood burn.
The risk should have made him stop.
Yeonho lived for this kind of trouble.
Without hesitation, he reached inside Seungjo's waistband, sliding his hand beneath the fabric to pull his length out into the air.
Seungjo's thigh muscles twitched under Yeonho's touch, but his facial expression didn't break. He maintained his cold, distant gaze on the room.
When Seungjo's shaft was fully freed, Yeonho swallowed hard. He wrapped both palms around the heavy, semi-soft length, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Glancing up, he met Seungjo's eyes, finding the man glaring down at him with dark, murderous intent.
'He looks furious... but I can't stop now.'
Even knowing how badly Seungjo could punish him once this meeting ended, the thrill was too intoxicating to pull back.
Seungjo tried to keep his attention focused on his employees, but fifteen seconds later, a warm, wet sensation enveloped the tip of his length.
His eyes flicked down beneath the desk margin. Yeonho was slowly taking his shaft into his mouth, parting his slick lips to engulf the head. He swallowed the thick, soft length down his throat, starting a steady, rhythmic bobbing motion.
Yeonho made sure his tongue rubbed against every inch. After a few continuous, wet glides inside Yeonho's warm mouth, Seungjo's length stirred, rapidly hardening until it was stiff and heavy.
Yeonho gagged slightly as Seungjo's cock reached full erection under his tongue. It expanded until his jaw felt stretched to its limit, forcing him to bite back a moan against the shaft.
Increasing his pace, Yeonho moved his head faster, desperate to push Seungjo over the edge.
Seungjo clenched his jaw tight, fighting back the sudden spike of heat rushing straight to his gut. He reached down with one hand, his fingers tangling tightly into Yeonho's damp blonde hair to haul him off, but Yeonho resisted. Yeonho pulled himself deeper onto the shaft, burying Seungjo's cock completely into the back of his throat and locking his jaw in place.
With Yeonho refusing to budge, Seungjo ground his back teeth together, holding back a low groan.
Yeonho looked up at him through thick eyelashes, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief while Seungjo's length remained buried in his throat.
If his mouth weren't completely stuffed, he would have burst out laughing at the sheer control he had over Seungjo.
Yeonho swirled his tongue around the throbbing head, flicking over the sensitive tip. The tight, wet heat clamping around his cock was slowly chipping away at Seungjo's composure.
One of the directors noticed the subtle shift in Seungjo's posture, his brows furrowing in concern. "Chairman Baek...? Are you alright? You look a bit..."
"I'm fine," Seungjo cut in, his voice slightly lower than usual. He flipped a page of his notepad like nothing was amiss."Did I give you permission to stop speaking?"
"Ah, no, sir! My apologies. I'll continue." The man cleared his throat nervously. "As we were discussing..."
Peering down from behind his reading glasses, Seungjo tried to shove Yeonho's head away a second time, but it was useless.
Yeonho stayed locked in place, his tongue continuing to work the sensitive underside of the shaft.
Seungjo let out a long, silent breath through his nose. He adjusted his silver glasses, clamped his jaw shut, and straightened his back, gesturing for his executives to take a seat while they went over the remaining documents.
The guards stepped forward to pull out chairs for the staff.
Eleven minutes passed. Yeonho was still trapped beneath the desk, his face flushed red and sweating softly. His lips and chin were slick with a mixture of his own saliva and Seungjo's pre-cum.
It was taking far longer for Seungjo to reach his limit than Yeonho had anticipated, and his jaw was starting to ache horribly. Every now and then, he had to slide back to catch a quick breath before taking the heavy length back into his mouth.
He had completely underestimated Seungjo's discipline. He thought the man would break within five minutes, but as the meeting dragged on, the muscle strain in Yeonho's face became almost unbearable.
Nearly twenty minutes in, Yeonho was practically out of breath, his jaw sore and his mouth dripping.
'I regret this... I should have just stayed quiet. My whole face hurts.'
He began to doubt his own skills. Was Seungjo really this unaffected?
Was he too disciplined to break from oral pleasure alone?
Was he even doing this right?
Was Seungjo too straight, too controlled, to finish for someone like him — even with all the tricks he'd spent years perfecting?
'How the hell is he not cumming yet...?'
Yeonho complained mentally, listening to the droning voices of the executives above.
"In conclusion," a employee stated, "we'll finalize the exclusive contract for Mr. Choi, with Chairman Baek personally managing his schedule. I believe that's the safest route. However, shouldn't we inform the main Choi family about these arrangements?"
"I'll handle the Choi family personally," Seungjo replied smoothly. "Focus on executing what I assigned to you."
"Understood, Chairman Baek."
"Yes, sir."
The executives bowed, tapping away at their laptops and making notes on their folders as the briefing wound down.
During the brief pause, Seungjo finally looked down beneath the desk frame again.
Yeonho's face was slick with sweat, his eyes watery as he continued to suck on his cock. Seungjo watched him work with a cold, unreadable glare, his body holding back the climax through pure willpower.
If his staff weren't sitting directly in front of him, he would have hauled Yeonho out by his hair, pinned him to the floor, taught him a lesson he'd never forget.
As Seungjo stared down, his eyes caught the material of the oversized white shirt clinging to Yeonho's bare chest, slipping off Yeonho's shoulder, the way the fabric hung too long on his frame, the familiar stitch of the logo at the collar.
His brows narrowed slightly as he recognized the cut and fabric.
It was his own shirt.
"How did you get—"
Knock. knock. knock.
A guard stationed at the entrance cracked the door open, looking outside into the hall.Seungjo's head snapped toward the sound, his question dying unspoken.
"Sir, Chairman Baek is currently in a meeting. Please step back."
"I'm looking for something," a sharp, smooth voice echoed from the corridor.
"Seungjo knows what it is, so let me talk to him for a second."
"I apologize, but we cannot permit interruptions during work hours. Please wait outside."
Yeonho paused his movements under the desk, trying to place the voice. His jaw was aching so badly he just wanted Seungjo to finish so he could crawl out and collapse.
'Ugh... just hurry up and cum already...'
Seungjo's cock felt impossibly thick, forcing Yeonho's mouth wide open as he tried to push him over the edge with faster tongue movements.
"Chairman," the guard called out from the door, "Mr. Kang is asking to speak with you."
Seungjo froze for a split second upon hearing Min-hyuk's name.
"Tell him to wait downstairs," Seungjo commanded coldly. "We are in the middle of a meeting."
"Understood—"
Before the guard could finish, the door was shoved open, and Min-hyuk strolled right past the security staff into the private office.
The sitting executives froze, staring in shock at the unannounced visitor.
"Is that... Kang Min-hyuk?" one mumbled under his breath.
They exchanged bewildered glances. Min-hyuk was the star model for their direct rival agency—what on earth was he doing wandering around Chairman Baek's private villa in casual wear?
"So where is he?" Min-hyuk asked, scanning the room with a smirk. "You said you were having a meeting about him. I don't see him anywhere."
"Who?" Seungjo replied flatly. "Be specific."
"You know exactly who I'm talking about, Seungjo. Stop playing dumb."
"He's not here."
"Liar," Min-hyuk scoffed.
Min-hyuk glanced around the wide office space. He had already checked Yeonho's assigned guest room earlier and found it empty. He knew Yeonho hadn't left the estate—which meant he had to be in Seungjo's wing.
Yet there was no sign of that long, striking blonde hair anywhere. Not behind the bookshelves, not by the window, not in the far corner.
'Did he run off? No way... He begged me to sleep with him tonight. He's somewhere in this room... I know it.'
Driven by suspicion, Min-hyuk began lazily pacing around the spacious office, scanning every corner while the executives watched him in awkward silence.
"If you're done interrupting, get out," Seungjo said, motioning toward the door with his chin.
"I'm not going anywhere," Min-hyuk replied smoothly, leaning against a side table. "I'll just stand here and listen. Since I'm involved in this too, shouldn't I be informed?"
"You're not," Seungjo countered, his tone icy. "This is internal business concerning my agency. You're not signed under me, so leave."
"Relax. I'll be quiet."
Seungjo glared at him, but dragging out an argument with Min-hyuk would only waste more time. Turning back to his directors, he resumed the briefing to wrap things up as quickly as possible.
As Seungjo spoke, Min-hyuk's sharp eyes caught a tiny flaw in Seungjo's posture. Seungjo's jaw was clamped tight, his breathing slightly shallow, and his nose twitched almost imperceptibly, the way he kept shifting his weight in his chair like he was uncomfortable.— a subtle sign of suppressed physical strain.
As a top model who lived in front of cameras, Min-hyuk picked up on micro-expressions instantly.
Something was distinctly off about Seungjo.
Curious, Min-hyuk slowly ambled toward Seungjo's massive desk. Seungjo kept his eyes locked on his executives, ignoring Min-hyuk's approach.
As Min-hyuk drew closer to the side of the desk, a faint, muffled sound caught his ear.
Squelch... slurp... squelch...
Min-hyuk's eyes widened slightly.
"It can't be... No way..." Min-Hyuk mumbled to himself.
To confirm his suspicion, Min-hyuk reached out and intentionally bumped his arm against a brass pen holder on the edge of the desk, sending a shower of stationary clattering onto the carpet right beside Seungjo's chair.
"Ah, my bad. Let me pick those up for you."
"Don't..." Seungjo tried to stop him but it was too late.
Min-hyuk crouched down to gather the pens—and the moment his eyes dipped below the heavy wooden frame of the desk, his breath hitched in pure shock. His fingers hovering an inch above a fallen pen, every thought in his head wiping blank at the sight under the desk.
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