Chapter 21
Both of them rested for a moment. Gyeongjae pulled out, shifting his position as he prepared for another round.
"Looks like someone's in a busy mood tonight."
A mischievous laugh escaped Yeonho as he wrapped his right foot around Gyeongjae's hard length, rubbing it slowly.
"Stop acting like you didn't drug me."
It was a direct accusation. Gyeongjae still refused to believe that Hana would ever do such a thing.
In his mind, everything happening right now was only Yeonho's fault.
'Right… it's just the drug making me act this way.'
He kept repeating that to himself, desperate to convince himself it was the only reason.
Hearing those words, Yeonho stopped immediately and pulled his foot away.
"After I let you cum deep inside me, you still won't believe me?"
Yeonho scoffed, completely unamused. He had let the man have his fill, yet he still chose to side with Hana.
"Here I am giving you exactly what you want, and you can't even listen to me for just a little while? Tsk."
"Just because I'm doing this with you now, you think I'll believe every word you say?"
Yeonho froze for a split second.
'Well, that makes sense. He's not going to fall for me or listen to everything I say just after one night, right?'
Of course not. That was only natural. As one of the male leads, it was expected that his loyalty still leaned towards Hana.
But the longer they argued, the more Yeonho's irritation grew every time Gyeongjae spoke up to defend her.
"You really are impossible to convince," Yeonho said.
"That's because you're nothing but a shameless liar with no proof. Hana would never—"
"Oh please, shut up already! I'll show you all the proof you need later. But if we're just going to keep talking about that bitch, I'm leaving to take a shower. And you can leave too, for all I care."
Fuming, Yeonho pushed himself off the bed. He grabbed a hair tie from the bedside table, pulled his long hair up into a high bun, and started walking across the room.
"Where do you think you're going? I said stay here."
Gyeongjae's voice was firm and commanding, but Yeonho simply ignored him.
"I'm taking a shower. You're free to go relieve yourself and run right back to your precious girlfriend now."
He didn't bother holding back at that moment. He was far past annoyed.
'Damn it, I really have a bad temper. I need to work on controlling this better sometimes.'
He was almost at the bathroom door when his phone suddenly rang, making him stop in his tracks.
Turning around, he walked back to the desk where his phone and laptop sat.
Ignoring Gyeongjae, who watched him silently from the bed, Yeonho pulled on an oversized shirt hanging over the desk chair.
It only covered the upper half of his body, leaving his lower half still exposed.
Then he glanced down at the screen.
The second he saw the name flashing, he picked it up immediately, his mood shifting instantly into something brighter and more playful.
He pressed the phone to his ear.
"Mr. Han! Why are you calling so late?" Yeonho asked, his voice soft, calm, and cheerful.
[Where are you right now?]
A faint shiver ran down Yeonho's spine at the sound of Jiseok's deep, low voice.
Even though he was trying to sound steady, Yeonho could easily tell the old man was furious underneath.
"I'm in my hotel room, Mr. Han. Why? Did something happen?"
[My men saw you bring a man up to your room just now.]
Jiseok got straight to the point, no beating around the bush.
'Shit. Han Jiseok, Why you gotta have eyes everywhere...'
It was a stupid mistake. He knew Jiseok kept close watch over him, yet he'd still let his guard down.
[Answer me, dear. Did you bring another man into your room?]
Yeonho hesitated. Should he tell the truth or lie? Jiseok was incredibly possessive, after all, he's the same man who spoiled him endlessly and treated him like something precious.
After a moment of thought, he decided honesty was the better choice.
Yeonho let out a small sigh into the receiver.
"Don't get mad, Mr. Han. I was just helping a friend. He got drugged by his girlfriend, so I stepped in to help him out."
It sounded sincere enough, though Yeonho conveniently left out the details of exactly who that "friend" and girlfriend were.
The line went completely silent. No sound came from the other end, and Yeonho waited, feeling a small flutter of nervousness creep in.
Then it hit him—Jiseok was probably jealous.
Yeonho cleared his throat, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips.
"Mr. Han? Don't tell me… Are you jealous?"
Still not a single word from Jiseok.
Yeonho's smirk widened. Somehow, the powerful old man's silence only made him seem even cuter.
'I'll have to give him more attention later when I have the time.'
Finally, after what felt like forever, Jiseok's voice came through again.
[I'll stop by tomorrow morning. I'm coming to check on you. And don't leave your room tomorrow, understood?]
He still sounded serious and stern.
"Don't worry, Mr. Han. Your favourite mistress will be waiting right here for you. I'll even cook you lunch if you want even though I don't really know how to cook all that well."
Yeonho laughed lightly, completely forgetting that Gyeongjae was still sitting right there on the bed, listening to every single word he said.
From the bed, Gyeongjae watched Yeonho's face closely as he listened to the conversation, finding the voice on the other end of the line more suspicious by the second.
'Friend? Jealous? Mistress? What on earth is he talking about?'
He couldn't make sense of it at all, but one thing was clear: Yeonho sounded far too happy and relaxed talking to this "Mr. Han." He even kept fidgeting absentmindedly with the hem of his shirt as he spoke.
And for some reason, the sight made Gyeongjae click his tongue in sharp irritation.
Only moments ago they had been tangled up together, lost in each other, and now he was left sitting alone and ignored on the bed while Yeonho paid attention to someone else.
"This little devil… ignoring me already," he muttered.
He pushed himself off the mattress and walked over, stopping right behind Yeonho's back.
"Yes, Mr. Han. We should definitely have dinner together. It would be nice if it's just the two of us too."
[If that's what you want, then that's exactly what you'll get.]
Listening to this made Gyeongjae scowl in disgust. He knew exactly what men sounded like, and it was obvious from that deep, authoritative tone that Yeonho was speaking to a much older man.
'That voice sounds like it belongs to someone in his forties,' Gyeongjae guessed.
The second the thought crossed his mind, he shook his head. Why did he even care enough to wonder? It didn't matter — or at least it shouldn't.
He ran a hand roughly through his hair, trying to push down the messy, confusing feelings swirling inside him.
Watching Yeonho grin and laugh so freely, his fist clenched tight at his side. The way he spoke to this man was so soft, so sweet — nothing at all like the sharp, teasing way he talked to him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Han. I'll spoil you in bed in return, just like how you spoil me with all your money. It works out perfectly."
Gyeongjae's brows twitched and his lips pressed into a thin line at those shameless words.
'Choi Yeonho… so you really do sleep around with other men after all.'
"I won't back down either. I'm your mistress, after all." Yeonho said it so confidently, like it was something to be proud of.
Without saying a single word, Gyeongjae reached around from behind and slipped both hands under the loose shirt, pinching Yeonho's nipples firmly between his fingers.
"Hick—! "
Yeonho yelped in surprise, quickly turning his head with wide, startled eyes.
There stood Gyeongjae, looking down at him with a wicked smirk plastered all over his face.
"What are you doing?!" Yeonho whispered sharply, pressing a hand quickly over the phone receiver.
"Shh… Just keep talking," Gyeongjae whispered, his fingers rolling and twisting the sensitive buds again.
"Hnngh— !... You're gonna get me caught, you asshole!"
Yeonho tried his best to muffle his sounds, elbowing backward weakly in an attempt to push him away.
Gyeongjae found the whole situation annoyingly funny and incredibly arousing at the same time.
He continued toying with Yeonho's nipples, watching closely every little change in his expression and the way his body trembled.
"Stop… hmph, ungh…" Yeonho tilted his head back, resting it helplessly against Gyeongjae's broad shoulder.
The dazed, pleasure-filled look on his face only made Gyeongjae want to push him even further.
[Yeonho? What are you doing?]
Jiseok's voice came through the line, sounding sharp and alert.
Yeonho bit hard on his lower lip to hold back the moan building in his throat.
"That man's calling you. Answer him," Gyeongjae ordered low in his ear, fully acting like he was in complete control.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Han… My charger just fell on my foot, that's all…"
Yeonho lied. Of course he wouldn't tell the truth — why would he ever admit the friend he was helping was currently groping him from behind?
Gyeongjae let out a quiet, playful chuckle, then leaned in to drag his tongue slowly along the sensitive skin of Yeonho's nape and the side of his neck.
"S-Stop it… Mhmp…"
The sound of Yeonho trying so hard to hold back his noises only made the whole thing even more erotic.
[You're not lying to me, are you?]
Jiseok's voice dropped deeper, and Yeonho could tell he was growing more suspicious by the second.
But Gyeongjae had no plans of stopping anytime soon — this was way too entertaining.
"…No, Mr. Han… I'm just really t-tired… I'll hang up now… I-I need my beauty rest…"
Yeonho's mind was already turning hazy, and he tried his best to glare hard at Gyeongjae, silently ordering him to quit it.
Gyeongjae just smirked right back.
Suddenly, he leaned down and pressed his lips over Yeonho's, kissing him deep and silencing every sound before it could even leave his throat.
Their tongues tangled together, and Gyeongjae made sure to keep his mouth locked firmly over Yeonho's so not a single moan could escape.
[Fine, I'll hang up now. I have work to finish too. And remember — Do not leave your room tomorrow.]
Jiseok said firmly.
Gyeongjae finally pulled back, letting Yeonho speak again. Still a little breathless, Yeonho lifted the phone back to his ear.
"Yes, Mr. Han. Goodbye."
As soon as the call ended, Yeonho spun around and shoved Gyeongjae away with all his strength, eyes blazing with anger.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
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