He continued kissing me without pulling away...
I thought he would be disgusted. He was drunk and highly likely hallucinating. Maybe he saw me as her.
I pulled back and wiped my mouth. He looked at me, dazed and confused.
"Why are you d-doing this... didn't you want this too?"
If he was going to think of me as someone else... how could I continue this?
...
Suddenly, the moment he touched a button on the side of the seat... the seats slowly reclined downwards.
I looked at his face.
"What are you doing? Are you sleepy? We can go home right now, Sir."
He got up from his seat and started coming towards me.
...
"Ah... Mr. Ender... you are not well..."
He pushed my fingers away from his chest and laid me down. What exactly was he trying to do?
...
When his hand suddenly went to my pants... I realized things were moving faster than I thought—no, faster than I had even imagined.
...
I stared into his eyes as he lowered my pants... But the moment I felt his fingers brush against me, I grabbed his wrist.
...
Oh, f*ck this... look at me. Do I look like a bottom? I'm a six-foot-tall man.
I quickly pulled back, twisted the wrist I was holding, and flipped him under me. He looked up at me, his face twisted in annoyance.
"W-what the hell are you doing... do you want me to f*ck you while you're on top?"
I covered his mouth with my hand. Damn, this man talks even dirtier when he's drunk.
...
It seemed that in my absence, he had lived his life entirely as a top.
I took my hand off his mouth, undid the tie around his neck, and bound his hands. As long as his hands couldn't reach anywhere, I was in control.
"Why are you tying my hands?? You pervert!"
...
Wait a minute... pervert? So, he wasn't hallucinating... Did he know I was a man from the very beginning?
I grabbed his face, pulled him close, and leaned in to kiss him. He allowed it.
Trying to hide my surprise... I moved my hand to his pants... and loosened his belt.
"Don't even think about it," he muttered.
Says the man who was thinking about f*cking me a few minutes ago.
I grabbed the protection I found in the car's hidden compartment. Finding it so easily scared me a little, but this was an old habit of ours...
Seeing me open it, Mr. Ender spat out,
"You f*cking gay."
How can a person contradict themselves every single second?
"So, you finally found out."
As he glared into my eyes with anger...
...
I prepared him slowly. I wanted to devour his first time... even if it wasn't exactly his first... I needed to remind his body of me.
I wanted to take out the pain of all the times I had clenched my teeth in frustration.
He flinched... and started struggling in the seat.
"Get your hand off... damn it."
I smiled faintly.
"I'm just trying to do the job you couldn't do."
He was so tight... Every movement I made stimulated him.
As I focused on preparing him further... he brought his bound hands to his face.
"F-f*ck... you psychopath."
Just watch, I'm going to make you feel much better.
...
When he saw me ready, he swallowed hard.
"Are you crazy?! There's no need for more... let's g-go home... that is an order!!"
...
Are we really going to go like this?
"Are we going to go while you're this hard? Just... grit your teeth a little..."
When I finally entered him, his body trembled. Feeling this... felt incredibly good.
"W-what did I tell you!"
As I moved slowly... he started to moan.
These... these were the real sounds I wanted to hear from him.
"F-f*ck, f*ck... s-stop right now."
I lifted my head and pulled down the hand covering his face.
"Not even half of it is in... you really are a whiner."
He looked away.
"F-from the very beginning... this was your p-plan, wasn't it? My uncle a-asked you to humiliate me."
F*ck your uncle... I'm holding myself back from saying 'I'm doing this just because I love you.'
"I-I knew it when you first came... you weren't looking at me w-with normal eyes... you're an easy m-man to guess."
The easy one is actually you.
"Since you're silent... I-I'm right, aren't I—"
I was slowing down just so he wouldn't get hurt... but he was asking for it.
...
When I moved faster... He suddenly came undone.
...
I laughed.
"Did you like it that much?"
His face, red from anger, was slowly turning pale as the sensation spread through his body. His body, reacting so quickly, trembled, not knowing what to do.
As I continued...
He moved his hand down and pushed against my stomach.
"S-slow down... it feels weird."
You don't even know what you're feeling... how am I supposed to teach you what pleasure is... all over again?
"Just f-f*cking your own boss... how does it f-feel?"
I can't answer that... I mean, my feelings were the same even before doing this. And what kind of question is that?
...
The only way to shut him up was to continue.
I was moving so rhythmically that... he was no longer in a state to make a sound. He touched his stomach... muttering quietly.
"I can f-feel you... a-and it's really messing with my n-nerves."
I don't know how long we did this, but... his body was trembling more and more.
"Who k-knows how many men you've f-f*cked like this..."
Normally, I should have been the one talking, but... every time he spoke, I drove into him harder.
...
When he completely reached his limit... he had no strength or energy left in his body. His arms went limp... and fell to his side.
I untied his wrists.
He didn't say a single word... the tears in his eyes explained enough.
He clenched his fist... and released it... I was absolutely sure he wanted to punch me.
...
I slowly cleaned him up... and put everything back in order.
He had fallen asleep from exhaustion. Or maybe he was just too ashamed to face me.
...
I covered him with my jacket.
"I didn't want it to be like this, but... otherwise, I would have been ignored."
He turned his head, muttering in his sleep.
How could such a powerful, rich mafia son... look so vulnerable next to me?
He had given his body to someone he hadn't even known for a month.
These thoughts made me feel guilty, even if just a little... Even though it was hard, the real face I saw... was not ready for this world at all... why was he getting involved... in such heavy business...
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There was no accounting for the guilt trips I went through after sleeping with a man whose psychology was already messed up enough...
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It wasn't regret, but... I had played with someone who had been played with... something I feared most being done to myself.
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I could no longer predict what would happen next...