Chapter 60
This was easily one of the most humiliating, absurd situations Seungjo had ever found himself in.
He had marched down the hall fully intending to confront Yeonho and Min-hyuk about the video, only to be hit square in the face with a thick spray of Yeonho's white fluids.
"Now that's funny..." Min-hyuk snorted, struggling to keep a straight face as he carefully set Yeonho down so he could stand on his own two feet. He kept a steadying arm around Yeonho's waist, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
Seungjo let out a sharp, aggressive breath, his jaw locked tight as he used his hand to wipe the warm liquid off his skin, flicking his wet fingers through the air with absolute disgust.
Min-hyuk had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from bursting out into full laughter right then and there.
"Where is it?" Seungjo demanded, taking a hard step forward and kicking the door shut behind him with a heavy thud.
Min-hyuk didn't need to ask what he meant. It was obvious. Seungjo was referring to the footage on his phone.
Instead of answering, Min-hyuk simply scooped Yeonho's limp, soent body back into his arms, carried him straight to the bed, dumped him onto the mattress and immediately began pounding into him again.
With his body already hypersensitive from hours of relentless pleasure, a sharp, crying gasp tore from Yeonho's throat. The sheer overwhelming heat made him completely forget that he had just ejaculated across Seungjo's face seconds ago.
"Harder… Ah… Min-hyuk… Mngh!"
Hearing Yeonho's breathless, trembling voice beg his name only made Min-hyuk drive his hips faster, slamming into him with renewed vigor.
Seungjo, standing in the middle of the room, watched the display with cold eyes.
"The video," Seungjo repeated, his authority cutting through the wet slapping sounds filling the air. "Where is it? Answer me before I do something you won't like."
"Ahh... You want it deleted, right?" Min-hyuk panted, his chest slick with sweat as he drove deep into Yeonho.
"Don't bother. It's already gone..."
It was a blatant lie. Min-hyuk hadn't even touched his phone—he had been too busy losing his mind inside Yeonho's tight body for the past three hours.
Beneath him, Yeonho shuddered violently as he rode yet another wave of climax, having long lost count of how many times he had come.
Seungjo took a slow step closer to the edge of the bed.
"I'm… coming again… Ahngh!"
Yeonho choked out, collapsing face-first onto the messy mattress.
Trembling from head to toe, Yeonho collapsed flat against the rumpled sheets, his chest heaving as he stared up at Seungjo through half-lidded, glazed eyes. Slowly, using what little strength he had left, Yeonho reached out toward Seungjo, but Min-hyuk caught his wrist mid-air.
"Not so fast," Min-hyuk murmured, a dark chuckle escaping his throat. "What are you trying to do? You gonna suck him off again...?"
Yeonho nodded weakly, his half-lidded blue eyes crinkling into a slow smile.
Min-hyuk let out a low laugh, genuinely amused by Yeonho's endless greed.
"Not satisfied with just one, are you? Targeting Seungjo again..." Min-Hyuk teased. "Now that I think about it, you even tried sleeping with me and Gyeongjae at the same time."
Without pulling out, Min-hyuk shifted their weight, flipping Yeonho onto his hands and knees.
Positioned on all fours, Yeonho was forced to face Seungjo directly as Min-hyuk gripped his hips from behind whike driving deep back into his hole.
As Yeonho reached out a second time to touch him, Seungjo took a sharp step backward, avoiding his fingertips entirely.
"I don't have time for this nonsense," Seungjo growled. "Hand over your phone, Min-hyuk, and delete that video right now. Or I will make sure both of you regret this."
"Calm down now," Min-hyuk hummed, his hips moving in a steady, relentless grind.
"I already told you, it's taken care of. So relax and help Yeonho out. Look at him—he's begging for you with those eyes. Don't you wanna touch him?"
Seungjo glared down at Yeonho, whose flushed face and rimmed, scarlet eyes were practically dripping with lust.
The moment Seungjo's gaze locked onto Yeonho's face, Min-hyuk reached out from behind, wrapping his large hand around the front of Yeonho's throat, squeezing tight.
"Ah... can't... breathe..." Yeonho gasped out.
His head fell back against Min-hyuk's shoulder, his eyes rolling up as the combination of oxygen deprivation and the ruthless pounding in his gut sent a wild, electric shock straight through his nervous system.
"Fuck..." Min-hyuk growled, his breathing heavy against Yeonho's ear. "You really like it rough, don't you?"
Min-hyuk stared down at Yeonho's completely undone, euphoric expression.
It was so addicting that he couldn't stop. Not even with Seungjo standing right beside them.
Min-hyuk tightened his grip on Yeonho's throat, leaning down to capture his lips in a hard, possessive kiss while his lower body kept up a punishing pace.
Yeonho's high moans were muffled against Min-hyuk's mouth as another wave of pressure built up in his lower stomach. The moment Min-hyuk broke the kiss, Yeonho let out a needy whine.
"Faster... Please... Min-hyuk... Ngh!"
"Look at you saying please. I almost forgot you're a spoiled little brat," Min-hyuk laughed softly against his skin.
Unable to resist, he fastened his pace, pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in to the hilt.
He released Yeonho's neck, shoving him flat onto his stomach, and grabbed both of Yeonho's wrists, pinning his arms behind his back.
Utterly helpless at Min-hyuk's mercy, Yeonho could only cry out as his bare chest rubbed against the tangled, damp sheets with every stroke.
When he finally came again, Yeonho buried his face deep into the mattress, his body stiffening as his inner walls clamped down in a violent spasm.
"Shit... That feels good, Yeonho... haaa"
Min-hyuk hit his own edge a second later, groaning loudly as he spilled his seed into the condom, collapsing forward against Yeonho's sweaty back.
Both of them lay there panting heavily, catching their breath in the quiet room, completely ignoring the man standing over them.
"Are you finished?" Seungjo's voice was deathly quiet, his patience utterly depleted. "If you're done playing around, delete the video right now."
Slowly regaining a shred of consciousness, Yeonho lifted his heavy head from the mattress, looking up at Seungjo's thunderous expression.
"Are you... just going to stand there and watch us all night...?" Yeonho asked, his voice raspier than usual.
I'll leave the moment you bring out the phone and delete it."
"Then you're wasting your time," Yeonho lied, a wicked, defiant glint returning to his eyes. "I already sent it to Hana."
In a flash of blinding rage, Seungjo's hand shot out, clamping around Yeonho's neck with brutal force.
The thick veins along his arm bulged as he tightened his grip, forcing Yeonho's head back against the pillows.
"—Ack!" Yeonho choked out, his hands clawing weakly at Seungjo's wrist.
Min-hyuk immediately reached up, grabbing Seungjo's forearm. "Let go, Seungjo. You're gonna fucking kill him."
"Good," Seungjo hissed through gritted teeth. "If he dies right here, my problems die with him."
Min-hyuk clicked his tongue loudly against the roof of his mouth, his own expression darkening as his irritation flared.
Instead of backing down, Yeonho let out a raspy, breathless laugh, his tone dripping with pure arrogance despite the fingers cutting off his air.
"If you kill me..." Yeonho wheezed out, his lips curling into a taunting smile, "you'll never find out what's Hana's hiding... Ack!"
The grip tightened even more but Yeonho didn't stop.
"And did you forget about the campaign...? Kill me now, and your company faces a massive scandal for gross negligence..."
His throat was burning, and his lungs screamed for oxygen and dark spots danced across his vision but Yeonho refused to submit.
He was determined to break Seungjo's composure—determined to drive him completely insane until Seungjo could think of nothing else but him, even if it was pure hatred.
With the last of his strength, Yeonho reached up, wrapping both hands around Seungjo's wrists.
Moving with sudden, explosive force, he reached higher, tangled his fingers in Seungjo's hair, and pulled him down into a hard, desperate kiss, dragging them both onto the mattress.
The sudden weight sent them tumbling onto the bed together. Instinctively, Seungjo's hands slammed down on either side of Yeonho's head to catch his balance.
Yeonho forced his tongue past Seungjo's lips, eliciting a muffled groan of frustration from the older man.
Seungjo violently yanked himself back, raising his hand and landing a harsh slap across Yeonho's cheek.
SLAP!
"You filthy bastrad..."
Yeonho's head snapped to the side. For a second, there was silence—and then Yeonho burst into laughter.
It started as a soft chuckle before escalating into a loud, hysterical ring that echoed off the high walls.
Min-hyuk and Seungjo watched in silence as Yeonho lay on the bed, holding his reddening cheek, laughing like a maniac.
After a few seconds, his laughter faded into soft, amused giggles.
"You're scared I actually sent that video, aren't you?" Yeonho purred, his blue eyes staring up at him.
"And the audio I recorded... Did you really think I came here unprepared? You should know better by now, Seungjo. Oh, Seungjo..."
Seungjo's hand flew up again, ready to strike him across the face a second time, but Min-hyuk grabbed his forearm in mid-air, locking him in place with a rock-solid grip.
"Don't," Min-hyuk said coldly.
Yeonho laughed quietly underneath them, thoroughly enjoying the protection from Min-Hyuk.
"Let go of me," Seungjo commanded, his voice trembling with anger.
"I'm not letting go until you step back," Min-hyuk replied, his eyes narrowing.
"You're in my house."
"I don't give a damn whose house this is or where we are. You're not hitting him again."
The two men locked eyes in a suffocating, heavy silence, the air between them thick with violence.
Yeonho lay on the mattress, savoring every single second of it. He loved this—watching these powerful, arrogant male leads turn on each other because of him.
Realizing he was getting nowhere in this chaotic mess, Seungjo shot one final, murderous glare at Yeonho, tore his arm out of Min-hyuk's grip, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Once the sound of Seungjo's heavy footsteps faded down the hall, Min-hyuk turned his attention back to Yeonho, gently cupping his flushed, reddened cheek. Yeonho looked up into Min-hyuk's eyes as Min-hyuk checked his skin for any severe bruising.
Sighing softly, Min-hyuk squished both of Yeonho's cheeks together with one hand, leaning in close.
(What... ?)
"Wahft...?" Yeonho muttered, his lips puffed out.
"You really need to stop provoking people before someone actually kills you," Min-hyuk said, squeezing his face a little harder. "One of these days, he's actually going to snap your neck."
( I'm... fine...)
"Hm... Ffine..." Yeonho grumbled softly through his squished cheeks.
Releasing his face, Min-hyuk ran a hand through his own damp red hair.
"Now, if you're done picking fights, let's pick up where we left off. I don't give a damn if Seungjo is still watching the monitors."
Not wanting to spoil the mood, Yeonho shifted closer, wrapping his arms around Min-hyuk's neck and pulling him into a deep, sensual kiss. Min-hyuk melted into the pace instantly, letting Yeonho take the lead.
Pushing Min-hyuk onto his back, Yeonho climbed over his waist. He slid down and took Min-hyuk's length into his mouth, stroking and sucking him with practiced skill.
Min-hyuk's hands buried themselves in Yeonho's blonde hair, and within moments, he was throbbing hard again.
Rising up, Yeonho positioned the tip of Min-hyuk's shaft against his slick, aching entrance and slowly lowered himself all the way down onto it.
"Move those hips, babe…" Min-hyuk groaned, gripping Yeonho's waist, completely bewitched by the sight above him.
Yeonho let out a sweet giggle, placing his palms flat against Min-hyuk's broad chest. "So you're calling me 'babe' now? I guess I should work harder this time..."
Yeonho began rolling his hips, riding Min-hyuk with deliberate, agonizingly slow arches that drove them both out of their minds.
It was an unforgettable night. Yeonho had successfully carved himself into Min-hyuk's mind.
For the rest of the night, neither of them could think of anything else. Min-hyuk completely abandoned his usual restraint, surrendering entirely to the raw, addicting pleasure and temptation Yeonho offered.
They didn't stop until six o'clock in the morning.
By nine o'clock, sunlight was streaming through the heavy drapes.
Yeonho was fast asleep, buried under the heavy duvet. Beside him, Min-hyuk lay with one heavy arm wrapped securely around Yeonho's waist, sleeping soundly, their bare skin warm beneath the sheets.
A gentle knock echoed from the corridor outside. It was the same maid Yeonho had frightened the night before.
"Mr. Choi? Are you awake?" she called softly through the wood, waiting a moment before knocking again.
Inside, the noise caused Yeonho to shift uncomfortably, turning his head into the pillow.
The movement caused Min-hyuk to slowly open his eyes slowly. His gaze landing directly on Yeonho's sleeping face resting against his chest.
"Yeonho..." Min-hyuk murmured.
With his eyes closed and his features relaxed, Yeonho looked utterly pure, innocent—almost angelic. But Min-hyuk knew better. Beneath that delicate, pale exterior lived a ruthless, manipulative little devil.
Yet, he also knew there was no going back. Min-hyuk realized he couldn't just brush Yeonho aside anymore.
Now that he had tasted that smooth skin, those sweet lips, and that seductive, erotic body, staying away was going to be impossible.
He rationalized it to himself: if Hana eventually chose him over the other four suitors, he would cut ties with Yeonho and give Hana all his devotion.
But for now? Indulging in this addicting, dangerous secret was more than fine by him.
Carefully lifting his arm so as not to wake the sleeping beauty, Min-hyuk swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, dialed his personal manager, and ordered a fresh set of clothes to be delivered to the villa immediately, texting him the exact address.
Tossing his phone back onto the mattress, Min-hyuk stretched his broad shoulders and walked into the adjoining bathroom, intending to take a long, hot shower.
Five minutes later, Yeonho stirred awake. Seeing the empty space beside him, he assumed Min-hyuk had already left. He dragged his sore body out of bed and limped toward the bathroom, only to find Min-hyuk standing under the cascading water.
Min-hyuk turned, smirking through the steam, and gestured a finger at Yeonho to join him.
"How's your body doing?" Min-Hyuk asked, watching Yeonho got closer.
Yeonho didn't answer his question knowing that Min-Hyuk was smirking at him with intent.
"I know that face..."
"Why, you don't want it?" Min-Hyuk chuckles as he pulled Yeonho close, pressing their bodies together.
"The sun's out."
"So?"
Yeonho sighed, despite his sore body, he knew Min-hyuk was thinking about sex.
"Just one round, Min-hyuk, then we're done."
"Sure, sure, whatever you say..." Min-Hyuk, started kissing Yeonho.
Of course, it turned into anything but a normal shower—given how naturally both of them gave in whenever their bare skin touched.
Both of them were far too compatible when it came to physical temptation.
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