A sharp, disbelieving laugh almost escaped his lips, but he bit it back. Instead, he remained rigid, his grip on the book tightening like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
'Are they both high? Have they lost their damn minds? Dragging such an innocent man like me into this mess?' he scoffed internally, though a part of him knew calling himself "innocent" was pushing it. 'This is absurd. Absolutely ridiculous. Do I look like someone who signs up for this kind of shit?'
And yet, despite his mental protests, his body betrayed him. His pulse quickened, his skin felt too hot, and worst of all, he was suddenly hyper-aware of just how intimate the atmosphere had become.
The soft sounds of Ijeoma's giggles, the low rasp of Caesar's voice, the warmth in the dimly lit room—it was suffocating in a way that made his stomach tighten. And then Caesar had the audacity, the absolute nerve, to glance down—down—and smirk when he noticed Eun-jae's unfortunate physical reaction to the situation.
Eun-jae's breath hitched, and before he could even think, he snatched up the nearest pillow and shoved it over his lap.
'Fucking hell.'
"Come on," Caesar drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "I know you want this. You're not a damn monk. Besides, your type is sitting right in front of you, and you're really gonna let this opportunity slip through your fingers?"
Eun-jae clenched his jaw, his pride screaming at him to shut this nonsense down immediately, to laugh in their faces and walk away like he was above all this.
But then Ijeoma leaned in, her voice a low, sultry whisper.
"Come on," she purred, her fingertips ghosting against his arm. "No need to hold back... just give in and fulfill your desires."
His body tensed. His breathing grew heavier.
'Fuck.'
He wanted to deny it. He wanted to scoff and roll his eyes and pretend like this wasn't affecting him.
But it was.
It so, so was.
His entire being was thrumming with tension, and every logical part of him screamed that this was a bad idea. That he should turn around, throw the damn pillow at Caesar's smug face, and walk out like he had an ounce of dignity left.
And yet, the heat in the room was unbearable. His restraint was hanging by a frayed thread.
With a deep, slow exhale, he rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders like he was preparing for battle. He reached for the hem of his shirt, eyes glinting with something unreadable, and with one last sigh, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.
"I'll go first."
Eun-jae barely had a second to breathe before Ijeoma pulled him down, her lips grazing against his skin, her breath hot and teasing. He felt the warmth of her body pressing up against him, her hands wandering over his bare chest, nails dragging just enough to send a shiver down his spine.
This woman… fuck.
He tilted his head, his lips brushing over her jaw before trailing down to her neck, sucking and licking as she arched into him, a pleased hum slipping past her lips. His fingers splayed over her waist, gripping her like she might disappear if he loosened his hold. The soft scent of her skin mixed with the heavy, intoxicating air of lust lingering between them, making his head spin.
When his hands slid up, cupping her breasts, he felt the way her breath hitched. He smirked. A slow, deliberate squeeze. Her nipples hardened against his palms, and he rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to draw a gasp from her lips.
He pulled back slightly, dark eyes drinking her in—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes glazed over with pure need.
God, she looked sinful.
And the way she looked up at him, so unbothered, so cocky? Like she knew exactly what she was doing to him?
Yeah. She was dangerous.
"Don't worry, you can just put it in," she murmured, a teasing smile curling on her lips.
Eun-jae stilled.
Oh, this lady was bold.
A slow chuckle rumbled in his chest, deep and dark. He leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
"You're gonna regret pulling me into this," he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement and warning all at once. "I'm not much of a gentleman."
And with that, he flipped her onto her stomach in one swift motion. A surprised gasp left her lips, but it quickly melted into a moan when he gripped her hips, aligning himself without hesitation.
Then, he thrust in.
"Aahh!!" she cried out, her fingers fisting the sheets as a sharp wave of pleasure crashed through her body.
Eun-jae let out a deep groan, his head tipping back as he gritted his teeth, the sensation overwhelming.
Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.
He had no idea sex could feel this good. The heat, the tightness, the way her body pulled him in like it was made for him—his vision blurred for a second. His fingers dug into her skin, his nails leaving faint marks as he tried to ground himself.
He let out a ragged breath, his brows furrowing. "Does sex always feel this... good?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Ijeoma let out a breathy chuckle, tilting her head slightly to glance back at him, her eyes half-lidded, full of mischief.
"Mmm... I like a man who knows what he wants," she purred.
Eun-jae's grip on her hips tightened. Oh, she was playing with fire.
Without another second of hesitation, he started moving, setting a slow but deliberate rhythm. His hands trailed down the curve of her spine, feeling every little shiver, every slight twitch of her muscles.
"Ahh… nghh… haah…" she moaned beneath him, her back arching, hips pushing back to meet his every thrust.
The room was filled with the sound of ragged breaths, skin meeting skin, and the occasional low groan that slipped past Eun-jae's lips.
Unbeknownst to him, Caesar sat in the corner, leisurely swirling the amber liquid in his glass, watching with the kind of smirk that screamed amusement—and something else.
But his gaze wasn't on Ijeoma.
No.
His eyes were locked onto Eun-jae.
More specifically, the way Eun-jae's muscles flexed with every thrust, his back arching, his ass clenching and releasing in rhythm.
Clench. Release. Clench. Release.
Caesar's tongue flicked out to wet his lips, his fingers twitching slightly as if contemplating something.
Then, as if moving on pure instinct, he stretched out his hand—aiming right for that enticing sight.
His fingertips barely brushed the air between them before—
A bruising grip seized his wrist.
Eun-jae's head snapped around so fast it could've given him whiplash, his gaze blazing with warning, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. His fingers wrapped around Caesar's wrist like a steel vice, crushing, unrelenting.
Caesar's eyes widened slightly, clearly caught off guard.
Eun-jae's lips curled into a snarl, his voice dangerously low. "Don't you fucking dare touch my ass." His grip tightened, fingers digging into Caesar's wrist like he was ready to snap it in half. "I will break your goddamn fingers."
Then, with a sharp flick of his wrist, he tossed Caesar's hand aside like it was nothing. Like he was nothing.
And just like that, without missing a beat, he turned back around, gripping Ijeoma's hips harder, resuming his movements with even more intensity.
If she thought he was rough before, she had another thing coming.
Caesar blinked, flexing his fingers as if testing for damage, then let out a quiet chuckle. His lips curled into an amused smirk as he stared down at his own hand, the one Eun-jae had thrown aside so easily.
His gaze flickered back to Eun-jae, something unreadable glinting in his eyes.
"I see," Caesar murmured to himself, swirling the whiskey in his glass before taking a slow sip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
And then—he pulled out.
A ragged groan tore from his throat as he spilled onto her back, his chest rising and falling with the force of his release. He ran a hand through his damp, sweat-slicked hair, his mind clouded in that blissful post-high haze.
With a sigh, he sat back against the headboard, reaching for the whiskey bottle on the table. The burn of the alcohol sliding down his throat was grounding, a stark contrast to the fire still licking at his skin.
Ijeoma, still sprawled out, let out a pleased sigh as she rolled over, resting her head against Eun-jae's thigh.
"Mmm, that felt good… Thank—"
Before she could even finish her sentence, a firm grip latched onto her ankles, yanking her away.
"What the—?!" she gasped, her body sliding down the bed as Caesar, who had been silently observing the whole time, now made his move.
"Wait five more minutes…" she whined dramatically, pouting up at him, though her giggles betrayed her amusement.
Caesar wasn't in the mood to wait.
His hands roamed her body before his lips found her breast, tongue flicking over her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. A sharp gasp left her lips, her fingers tangling in the sheets.
Eun-jae's entire body tensed.
His eyes met Caesar's—dark, playful, and full of smug amusement.
This motherfucker.
A wave of pure disgust crawled up Eun-jae's spine, and with an exasperated sigh, he turned his face away.
I need a damn shower.
"This is madness," he muttered under his breath, standing up with every intention of leaving them to their nonsense. He was done. His business here was finished. Time to wash off the sweat, the heat, and the sheer stupidity of this entire situation.
Or at least, that was the plan.
Until Caesar—the absolute menace—decided to ruin it.
With zero warning, Caesar grabbed Ijeoma and threw her onto Eun-jae's chest, making him stumble back onto the bed.
"The fuck—?!"
Eun-jae's eyes widened in pure disbelief, his hands automatically gripping Ijeoma's waist to steady her before she completely knocked the wind out of him.
Caesar just smirked, tilting his head slightly. "What was that?"
Ijeoma let out a soft moan, her body still buzzing with sensitivity as she shifted against Eun-jae.
Oh, hell no.
Eun-jae stiffened, every muscle in his body screaming in protest. His brain refused to process what was happening right now.
This bastard.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull?" Eun-jae shot Caesar a glare so sharp it could've sliced through steel.
Caesar ignored him entirely, resuming his movements against Ijeoma, completely unbothered by the fact that she was quite literally on top of Eun-jae.
Eun-jae gritted his teeth, hating every second of this.
Why does it feel like I'm the one getting violated?!
With sheer annoyance fueling him, he reached out, grabbing Caesar's arm, trying to shove him the hell away. "Get the fuck off," he growled.
Caesar, still grinning like the absolute menace he was, caught both of Eun-jae's wrists in one swift motion and pinned them together above his head.
Eun-jae froze.
His eyes darkened. His jaw clenched.
Oh. Oh.
This motherfucker was playing a very dangerous game.
Eun-jae slowly lifted his head, his gaze meeting Caesar's in a stare that could've killed a man on the spot.
A deadly, silent threat.
Caesar, in contrast, looked completely amused.
Still holding Eun-jae's wrists hostage, he leaned in slightly, his smirk widening as if thoroughly entertained by the pure rage flashing in Eun-jae's eyes.
Caesar barely hesitated before shoving Ijeoma aside, his gaze locked onto Eun-Jae like a predator zeroing in on prey.
Eun-Jae's breath hitched. Oh, no. Hell no. He didn't like that look. That smug, self-assured expression that practically dripped with arrogance.
"Touch me and die," he spat, trying to step back. But Caesar was faster.
With a firm grip, Caesar yanked him by the legs, pulling him flush against him, closing whatever stupid amount of space had been between them.
Eun-Jae's heart slammed against his ribs. Not from excitement—no, he was repulsed—but from sheer, undiluted rage. How dare he?
"Let go of me, bastard!" he snarled, thrashing against the hold. But Caesar didn't budge. No, he had the audacity to chuckle—a deep, amused sound, like Eun-Jae was nothing more than an entertaining little thing struggling in vain.
Oh, that was it.
Eun-Jae's hands flew up, shoving at Caesar's shoulders, but the bastard was built like a damn wall. He didn't move, didn't stumble. He just tightened his grip, smirking as if he was humoring him.
"Ugh, you are so disgusting," Eun-Jae spat, twisting in his hold. "Do you think this is fun? That I'd actually enjoy—mmph—"
His words died in his throat as Caesar pressed his cock in between Eun-jae's thighs, grinding in a way that sent a shock of friction through his body. His eyes went wide, mortified.
No. No, no, no. This was the worst thing imaginable.
"Aaah!!" Eun-Jae gasped, body tensing, rage igniting into an inferno. "Stop! Let—nghh—go, you fucking—ah—"