Chapter 18
Lying on the mattress, Yeonho stretched a wide, amused grin.
He'd actually struck the jackpot, hadn't he? Here he was, being pinned and choked by Woo Gyeongjae himself, who stared down at him with clear distaste.
Gasping for air, Yeonho forced the words out.
"It hurts… ack… I told you Hana slipped something into your drink at dinner… and I'm trying to help you… Fuck… She's safe, you don't have to worry— hick…"
"And why the hell should I believe you?"
Gyeongjae was naturally suspicious. Why would he trust Yeonh. The villain and Hana's greatest enemy in the first place?
The pressure around Yeonho's throat eased just a fraction. Gyeongjae wanted to hear what excuses Yeonho would come up with.
"You should believe me because I have proof that your sweet, innocent, perfect little Hana isn't at all who you think she is."
Yeonho's unshakable confidence made Gyeongjae arch an eyebrow. He shook his head, finding the claim completely ridiculous.
"Evidence? Hah! Is that some new trick you're pulling… Agh—?!"
Gyeongjae froze the second a sharp jolt ran through his body.
Yeonho had shifted his knees, brushing right against Gyeongjae's hardening length, and he let out a soft, amused giggle at Gyeongjae's reaction.
"You…" Gyeongjae fell silent, unable to finish the sentence.
"Stop doubting and just trust me — I'll show you the proof soon enough. Right now, let me help you, okay? Hahaha"
"You little troublemaker…"
Gyeongjae tightened his grip around Yeonho's throat, watching closely to see how he'd react.
But Gyeongjae's breath caught the second he looked at Yeonho's face. His eyes were rolling back, his tongue peeking slightly out, long blonde lashes fluttering softly.
And most of all, he was smiling, like he was actually enjoying being choked.
"You… Don't tell me…"
Anger warred with curiosity inside him, he tightened his grip even more.
"Fuck, —Hngh!… ack…"
Yeonho moaned, struggling to stay conscious as he gasped for air, his throat feeling tight and constricted.
Gyeongjae stared at his dazed expression, and he couldn't help but think Yeonho looked strangely alluring and seductive in that state.
He'd never imagined he'd ever find the Choi Yeonho attractive.
"Shit!" Gyeongjae immediately let go of Yeonho's neck and started to pull away.
But Yeonho moved fast, sitting up, yanking him back, wrapping his legs tightly around Gyeongjae's waist.
"What are you doing? Get off me—"
Gyeongjae's voice was sharp and firm, but Yeonho didn't let him finish.
"Shut up and kiss me. The drugs are still working on you. Let me help you feel better."
Gyeongjae said nothing at all. He went completely still, staring back at Yeonho.
They locked eyes, heavy and intense, the whole room falling silent except for Gyeongjae's fast, ragged breathing.
Even though every part of him wanted to pull away, the effects of the drug were still burning through his veins.
He was rock hard, desperate for release but he didn't want that release to be with Yeonho. He wasn't gay, he wasn't interested in men at all.
And more than that, he only had eyes for Hana.
But Yeonho was lying there beneath him, grinning like he knew exactly what he was doing. His long blonde hair fanned out perfectly across the white sheets.
His arms were looped loosely around Gyeongjae's neck, and was only wearing a thin bathrobe.
His gaze drifted down to Yeonho's neck, which was flushed bright red.There was a clear mark there.
The shape of Gyeongjae's fingers, left when he'd been choking him just moments before.
He stared, transfixed, at the pale, smooth skin of his neck and collarbone, drinking in the sight like it was something forbidden.
Yeonho smirked, well aware he had Gyeongjae exactly where he wanted him.
"I know it's tempting. I'll let you have a taste, okay? You don't have to hold back at all."
He pulled Gyeongjae even closer, until their faces were only a few inches apart.
Gyeongjae didn't pull away, he just stared deep into Yeonho's bright blue eyes.
Every second, the heat coiling in Gyeongjae's body grew stronger. And it only spiked higher when he looked at Yeonho.
"Are you… trying to seduce me…?" Gyeongjae asked, his voice rough.
"If that's how you want to see it, then yes. And to be honest? I absolutely am seducing you." Yeonho let out a soft chuckle.
"But I'm not going to fall for it."
Gyeongjae's thoughts finally cleared enough for him to see sense. This was wrong. It was betrayal.
Hana was the only person he wanted, the only one for him and he didn't want to hurt her.
And Yeonho was Hana's enemy, the one who'd caused her nothing but trouble and misery from the very start.
Yeonho instantly noticed the shift in Gyeongjae's mood — and he definitely wasn't going to let him walk away.
"I'm leaving." Gyeongjae pulled back and turned to get off the bed.
"Oh no, you don't." Yeonho used all his strength to grab Gyeongjae's face and pull him into a fierce, hungry kiss.
He forced his way past Gyeongjae's lips, shoving his tongue deep inside and sucking and licking like a man starved.
Gyeongjae's brows furrowed sharply. He tried to pull away, but his body betrayed him.
The heat burning through his veins only grew hotter and more overwhelming.
As much as he wanted to hate it, he couldn't deny that it felt incredible. Yeonho knew exactly how to kiss, leaving him dizzy and wanting more.
The kiss was messy and desperate, and Yeonho refused to let up. He dragged Gyeongjae closer until there was barely an inch of space left between them.
After only a few seconds of half-hearted resistance, Gyeongjae kissed back, matching Yeonho's intensity perfectly.
Their tongues tangled together, mixing their saliva as heavy, muffled breathing filled the quiet room.
Gyeongjae couldn't get enough. He began to chase more, sucking firmly on Yeonho's tongue, addicted to its soft warmth and taste.
Yeonho let out a loud, breathy moan — and that sound was all it took to completely break through Gyeongjae's stubbornness.
That single sound shattered every last bit of his self-control.
Gyeongjae pressed Yeonho's back hard into the mattress, pinning him fully in place as he stared down at the breathtaking, alluring sight beneath him.
"Hahaha… Don't hold back now. Go ahead and ruin me while I'm being such a good little helper."
Yeonho teased, rubbing his foot slowly up and down on Gyeongjae's hard, aching length.
"Fuck… Don't you dare regret this later, Choi Yeonho."
"Oh please, you should be thanking me for doing you this favour." Yeonho grinned at Gyeongjae.
Large, rough hands grabbed the collar of Yeonho's bathrobe and tore it open aggressively, slipping it off his doll-like frame completely.
Yeonho was now laying naked, his skin pale and smooth as porcelain, flushed pink and red all over from the heat and desire rushing through his body.
Gyeongjae's eyes raked hungrily over every inch. His gaze locked onto Yeonho's rosy, pebbled nipples, looking so plump and inviting they begged to be touched.
He didn't waste another second, leaning down to wrap his lips around one and start licking and sucking firmly.
"—Hngh!…That feels so good…" Yeonho moaned, but it still wasn't enough.
He could feel Gyeongjae was still holding back, trying to keep some control over himself.
"Harder… Be rough with me… Angh…" Yeonho tangled his fingers tightly in Gyeongjae's hair, pulling him closer.
As if hypnotized by that tempting voice, Gyeongjae obeyed instantly. He sucked harder until the sensitive peak grew even harder and swollen.
Then, without warning, he bit down on one nipple, while pinching and twisting the other hard between his fingers.
"Mmph—! Gyeongjae-ah…" Hearing Yeonho moan his name like that made Gyeongjae pause and lift his head.
Yeonho was lying there panting, eyes hazy, half-lidded, completely lost in pleasure.
"You actually like it rough, don't you? What a freak." Gyeongjae leaned in close, holding Yeonho's jaw firmly in one hand as he stared deep into his blown-out eyes.
"Yeah? Believe it or not, I am a freak — and a masochist too." Yeonho shot back, grinning wickedly.
"Tsk… Fucking brat."
This time, Gyeongjae took the lead, kissing him first — hard, deep, and claiming. He was already irritated by how shameless Yeonho was, yet he couldn't stop himself from wanting more.
Their mouths locked again, devouring each other, while Yeonho's hands wandered lower, fumbling with the belt around Gyeongjae's waist.
"Take… Ngh… it off… Mmph…" Yeonho mumbled between kisses.
But Gyeongjae was too busy kissing him, breathless to listen, too addicted to the softness of Yeonho's lips and the warmth of his tongue to pull away even for a second.
'He definitely loves this.'
There was no denying it. Even if it was mostly the drug making him this desperate, Yeonho could tell Gyeongjae was fully on board now.
Since Gyeongjae was too distracted to move, Yeonho did it himself.
Still kissing Gyeongjae, he undid the buckle, pulled the belt loose, and slowly dragged the zipper of Gyeongjae's pants all the way down.