cw: nsfw
In the end, we didn't eat. The conversation ended when Chairman Kim made his purpose known. However, the last words that Chairman Kim said before leaving first continued to ring in my head.
'You have one week. Either remain under President Jung and eventually be discarded like a rag, or take my money and go back to the U.S. and die a quiet death. Think carefully about what's in your best interest.'
How the hell would the madman solve this? Following the madman's instruction I walked slowly down the darkened road to wait at the exit, and suddenly I had a funny thought that didn't suit me. Thanks to the serious talk of the two, Myungshin and I had ended up being useless spectators. For some reason, I even felt that the revenge I was trying to take on Myungshin was like child's play. Myungshin was an easy opponent.
As if to prove it, a foreign car passed by right in front of me as I was about to leave the exit. A sports car that makes a lot of noise. It sped by so fast I couldn't get a good look at the driver, but I could tell from my intuition that it was Myungshin. Even if it was a new car and not a car he had driven before.
No, I was more certain because it was a new car. It was the same car in the photo that Hansoo had posted as a gag. The more expensive car that had blocked the way, making fun of Myungshin's car. I watched until the car was no longer visible. Yes, you are a really easy opponent. He was so quick to get a new car and acted in accordance with my thoughts.
Now, taking down Myungshin was rather boring. Because I had seen a fight in bigger waters. So losing would have greater consequences right? As this question came up, a familiar car stopped in front of me. The front passenger's window rolled down and I could see the face of the madman sitting in the driver's seat.
"Get in."
I tried to find traces of distress on his face for a while before getting in. But the words from the expressionless face were just of ordinary urging.
"I only have 30 minutes."
He hurriedly started the car the moment I got in, before I could even ask what he was talking about. He punched a location into the navigation system and accelerated as soon as he hit the road. The car swerved and swayed as it weaved between the cars, changing lanes like in a stunt scene, yet I didn't ask where we were going. Maybe because Chairman Kim's words still filled my head. He stopped at a traffic light and spoke
"How's your revenge going?"
"Don't worry, I'm good."
"Is that so?" He raised a corner of his mouth and spoke softly as if in praise.
"I see you're doing well. Let me know if you need anything."
"I got everything I needed today."
He glanced back like he didn't know what I was talking about and started the car again. I answered dryly, looking at the road full of red tail lights.
"Because I know now Chairman Kim was just using Myungshin as bait, which means he's not going to give him money for nothing."
And the eager-to-please Myungshin, who wanted to stay by Chairman Kim's side until his death, wouldn't make unreasonable requests. He would have to find the money himself if he wanted to change his car again. While it was nice to know that Chairman Kim had a lot of money to throw around, it wasn't nice to know that the madman did not. Which was why my words came out a little stiff, I did not want him to find out that in my heart I cared. But absurdly, the guy lightly brought up the topic like it was a joke.
"You're trying to use money to get away with it. Hmm, then I'll have to make Chairman Kim spend the money to help you."
"You're going to hand over Dream Project to Chairman Kim?"
The madman stopped answering for a while as he drove into the underground parking lot of a building. I finally looked around the place, but I couldn't tell where it was just from the dark parking lot. As if looking for a spot, he slowly drove around the parking lot and parked his car in one spot. And then he reluctantly affirmed.
"I can hand it over if it helps you."
"It's not funny, answer me seriously. Handing over the dream project means giving up the drama as well."
The sound of the roaring engine died as the car came to a stop, and he turned to me..
"I'm not giving up the drama."
As I was thinking 'So you're not going to give up the Dream Project?', he replied:
"But I might give up the Dream Project if you begged me to."
Stop talking nonsense. The words that rose to the tip of my tongue did not come out because the words he always said came to mind. He said, 'I don't joke'. And as if he knew I had to force myself to swallow my words, he grinned, making dimples.
"Normally, you'd tell me to stop bullshitting at this point, but you haven't. Do you understand now?"
"Understand what?"
"Why I'd give up Dream project for you."
"…"
"You didn't answer the text I sent you."
As I was about to ask what text, it surfaced in my mind. His words softly followed.
"Were you worried about me?"
"…"
"Were you worried about me?"
"… I don't know."
A whisper came through my lips as if it wasn't my voice. Before I had even realized that was my answer, his hand wrapped around my neck and pulled. His low voice flowed through my mouth as the heat touched my lips.
"Okay, I'll let you get away with it just this time."
The voice soon disappeared as a hot tongue invaded my mouth. Ha. A deep sigh echoed between us, I couldn't tell who it belonged to. My mouth opened naturally as he sucked deeply on my lips. Inadvertently, his tongue moved further in and touched mine. Our saliva mixed with each other, making wet sounds.
It was as if all my senses were concentrated in my mouth, I could not think, my body only responded to the touch of his lips on mine. Every time he pushed his tongue into me with a warm breath, my heart responded first, then my lower abdomen. A tingling sensation ran down my chest and gathered downward. It was getting harder and harder to breathe and my heart was pounding, but at some point I realized that it was uncomfortable.
The chair I was sitting on was pushed all the way back, and he was on top of me. The car shook as two large men moved in the narrow space. At the jostling, I pushed the shoulder of the man who had climbed on for a moment. He seemed to know it was a refusal, and he pressed me hard and murmured in a husky voice.
"It's okay. Just think that you are suffering."
On the contrary, I was struck by his words. Then, with eyes darkened by desire, he looked down at me and added.
"If you haven't let go of your guilt yet, just rationalize it as you being forced by me."
And he was already pushing my lower body and ripping off my pants
"Wait a moment…"
I panicked and tried to pull myself up, but he pressed down on my shoulder and kissed me again. A kiss that wasn't like the gentle one from before, but one that was breathless. Unknowingly, I tried to force myself to push him away. Then at some point he stopped kissing me and at the same time I felt a chill on my legs.
He forced my leg up and he pulled my jeans down to my knees, along with my underwear. When I finally managed to get one leg out of my pants, he forced them apart. Thanks to this, red marks were left on my legs, but regardless, he spread my bare legs apart and pressed his lower body between them and climbed up.
"Damn it, this is a parking lot… mmph!"
Maybe he chose to kiss me as a way to block my mouth, but he forced his tongue into my mouth again. Then he took a moment to reassure me.
"It's okay. This is a hotel."
What? A parking lot…The protests that were at the tip of my tongue were eventually blocked and could not come out again. All I could tell was that my lips were being sucked until they hurt, and that his hand was grasping at my spread thighs. And then once more. A tingling excitement continued to pool in my lower body. Without being shy, he grabbed me with his hand, making room below.
Ugh. The moment it was in his hand, a shiver ran through me in anticipation of release. Forgetting what I looked like, I exhaled roughly, but I heard a command near my lips with a breath as rough as mine.
"Ha… grab it."
My head was blank and I couldn't do it right away, so he couldn't stand it and kissed me on the mouth and ordered again.
"Fuck, grab mine quickly."
But even without his words, my hand was already moving. I couldn't help but notice the heat against my naked lower body. Because of my past experience with men, maybe out of habit I knew how to touch my partner's dick and enjoy myself with them. Or maybe, as he said, it was cowardly rationalization and I can't help but be forced by him and relieve my desires for a while.
The hot pillar in my hand throbbed and grew in size, and I began to move my hand. As if complimenting me, he kissed me again. Groping for each other, frantically indulging in sloppy wet kisses.. The car continued to shake from the movements of two grown men. However the steamy interior and the sound of friction made it impossible to notice the movement of the car.
"Haa, ha…"
A harsh breath was wrenched out of me in the middle of the kiss, raising the heat. Before I knew it, sticky liquid spurted from my cock that he was holding and jerking. As if he wasn't satisfied with what I was doing, he pressed his body closer to me and rubbed our genitals together. The shafts moved against each other and the skin was pulled back. The longer the pleasure went on, the closer the moment of release approached.
"Ha… ha-!"
I shivered as if convulsing and a moan escaped my lips. He pressed his upper body against me with his weight. Then, he covered my hand with his own and moved it faster on his yet to ejaculate member. My rough breath mingled with his harsh ones right next to my ear.
Ha, haa.
"Whew… ugh…"
Hot liquid dripped onto my hands and hips. Having ejaculated, he moved his mouth that had been caressing my ear to my lips. Even though I had already cum, his kiss started to heat me up again inside. But this time it was followed by fear. Because now I couldn't use the funny excuse of being forced by him.
It was an excuse. It was an excuse I made to myself. I came to my senses a little as a laugh absurdly began to bubble up. What the hell did I want to do? While I closed my eyes and asked myself, I realized that the kiss had stopped. I slowly opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me from above. He put his hand next to me and looked at me with his arm outstretched, then he asked coldly.
"Do you want to go further?"
"…"
"Tell me. I will help you."
"… How?"
Then he smiled, a polite smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Simple. You just have to figure out what you really want."
What I really want. I haven't figured out what it is yet, but strangely, a chill spread through my heart. An unknown fear overtook me, as if my body would bleed and be torn to pieces if the gaze looking down told me the truth. Coward. Within, I yelled at myself and ordered him to give me a straight answer. But in the end, I couldn't open my mouth. Instead, I pushed him roughly with my hand, and he obediently slipped away from me.
It was a ridiculous sight with my pants and underwear caught on one of my feet and semen on my lower belly and thighs, but it was the location that made me come to my senses. Oh shit, it was a parking lot here. I raised the chair properly and looked around to see if there was anything to wipe with. The guy sitting in the driver's seat was leisurely wiping his hands with a tissue teased,
"Looks better like that though."
Annoyed, I glared at him, but when I saw the desire still spreading in his eyes, I swallowed my curse. Instead, I reached out my hand to violently snatch the tissue away from him. But he beat me to it and wiped me.
"It's okay, just give it to me."
"No."
What? When I glared fiercely again, he said calmly.
"Think of this as coercion too. You can't help but suffer. Doesn't that make you feel better?"
I muttered harshly as I pulled up my underwear and pants.
"… Don't be sarcastic. Bastard."
"Then ask me. What is the real truth you are ignoring. Because I'm willing to tell you right now, of course."
Unlike the narrowing eyes, a cruel smile spread across his lips.
"As much as you are afraid now, maybe the truth is more than you can handle."
Then he raised his hand and wrapped it around the nape of my neck. As I turned my head to avoid him, another hand forced my face back.
"I mean, I've never been so considerate of anyone."
"…"
"But if I have to break you to make you mine, I won't hesitate."
So what? As I forced my way out of his hands, I heard a familiar ultimatum.
"One week. Come ask before that. Or I will tell you against your will.."
The word "week" reminded me of Chairman Kim. The period he gave to the madman.
"Worry about yourself, not me."
Knowing what I had in mind, he checked the time and twisted his lips.
"Are you really worried about me? I told you beforehand, you have to lose the first round."
"Then did you expect everything Chairman Kim would say?"
But he shook his head surprisingly easily.
"No, there were unexpected things."
"But you're not worried?"
I was stunned, but he responded with a question..
"Why should I be worried? Do you think I will lose?"
"Yes. Chairman Kim might win."
I spat it out coldly, but he leaned against the steering wheel and started laughing silently, as if he had heard something funny. What the hell was funny about my words? Just when I was about to get a little angry, he raised his head and sneered.
"It's funny. I mean, I can't lose, I have everything to win."
I was about to ask him what it was, but he turned his head away. I was expecting a brag but he said "Oh" and took something out.
"Come to think of it, there's an idiot more incompetent than me who thinks they can win if they try to the point of death."
I remembered what I had heard somewhere. In the end, it's like a proverb that people who try hard can't win. So I asked. Could that idiot's efforts beat you? However, I was left speechless at his answer that followed.
"No. Trying to the point of death? I'm trying to do that too."