Sentimental Shower

#016

“…Who are you?”

At Mr. Yoo’s question, the man tilted his head askew.

“I think I should be the one asking that. This is my workplace, and you don’t look like a visitor.”

Judging by his words, he seemed to be an employee here. However, Mr. Yoo didn’t know how to introduce himself, so he just faced the man with his mouth shut.

The man took a step closer. Mr. Yoo, trying to choose his words, quickly opened his mouth.

“…I’m a guest of Chairman Yeon Tae-soo.”

The word ‘guest’ felt very awkward even as he uttered it. The man also seemed to be aware of this, as he stared at Mr. Yoo as if reading him. Mr. Yoo automatically read the man’s expression. Suspicion, and mockery.

“Ah, I heard Chairman Yeon hasn’t been playing with the kids for a while… Looks like he brought someone in himself.”

He seemed to think Mr. Yoo was a prostitute brought in by Yeon Tae-soo. Since it wasn’t exactly wrong, Mr. Yoo just faced the man without answering.

Being treated as Yeon Tae-soo’s prostitute didn’t matter. The problem was that this man had heard his song.

The man came closer. He was quite tall and handsome, though not as much as Yeon Tae-soo. His hair was a light brown, almost blonde. Unlike the all-black Yeon Tae-soo, this man had light pigmentation.

“But you know, your singing was really good.”

And unlike Yeon Tae-soo, he seemed quite friendly towards him. His smile, with eyes curving, looked quite affectionate.

No, despite that, Mr. Yoo could read another emotion on the man’s face. It was sympathy.

He must be lamenting the excessive talent wasted on a prostitute selling their body.

“Could I perhaps hear one more song?”

His smiling question was even gentlemanly. Nevertheless, Mr. Yoo felt a fear response rising.

His heart rate increases. His mouth dries, pupils constrict, and muscles tense. Without fail, a warning message appeared on the display.

‘Shall we do one more song?’

It was as if he heard a voice from long ago echoing in his head. Even though the person with that voice was no longer here.

‘Just one more song, let’s hear just one more.’

That person was dead. They could no longer harm him. Even knowing this fact, his body stiffened, unable to move as if it had broken down.

Calm down, it’s nothing. This person doesn’t know your identity. He probably isn’t even interested. He’s just intrigued by the song you sang.

Even trying to reassure himself like this wasn’t easy. The fear was already learned. As if it had been programmed into his brain.

“Are you a singer? I’m too busy to look at my tablet much. So I don’t know recent celebrities.”

Now he seemed to believe Mr. Yoo was actually a singer. Mr. Yoo heard his own heart pounding. Even that act felt too ‘human’. And he worried about how to get rid of this man in front of him.

His heart rate continued to soar. Just as he thought he might faint in front of this stranger, the closed door burst open and a familiar face appeared.

“What are you doing now?”

The moment he saw Yeon Tae-soo, Mr. Yoo realized he had been mistaken. Yeon Tae-soo’s build was much larger than the man’s.

As his body was shielded, he felt an astonishing sense of relief. His heart rate lowered and the warning message disappeared.

“Get the fuck out. What are you doing here?”

Yeon Tae-soo, blocking in front of Mr. Yoo, snarled at the man. As if used to hearing this, the man didn’t seem particularly cowed and smiled good-naturedly.

“Come on, why are you cursing? I just thought I’d guide the guest since he said he was one.”

“Stop bullshitting and get out, you bastard.”

The man tried to say something, but Yeon Tae-soo grabbed Mr. Yoo’s hand and left the room.

Mr. Yoo looked down at his captured hand as he struggled to keep up with Yeon Tae-soo’s quick pace. The hand that wasn’t the prosthetic, without gloves, was firmly holding his hand.

Seeing Yeon Tae-soo’s back as he led him away, his heart rate rose again. This time it was for a different reason than fear.

As they rushed through the corridor, employees they encountered were startled and greeted them, but Yeon Tae-soo thoroughly ignored them.

As they passed through the corridor, moans could be heard from some rooms. Those sounds, which he would have treated like any other noise before, now grated on Mr. Yoo’s nerves.

After walking for quite a while, Yeon Tae-soo finally led Mr. Yoo into a room. It was almost identical to the room where he had been staying.

As soon as the door closed, Yeon Tae-soo kissed Mr. Yoo’s neck as if biting into it.

“W-wait, ngh…!”

“Haa…”

Yeon Tae-soo’s moan against his neck grazed his skin like a beast’s teeth. Mr. Yoo shuddered.

“I thought I’d go crazy, not getting a taste after bringing you to my place.”

Despite the vulgar tone, his voice was low and heavy.

As his hand suddenly entered under the clothes, Mr. Yoo flinched and hunched his shoulders. He belatedly recalled that they had only pressed their dicks together before, without properly caressing each other.

“Fuck, I finally brought you here, and you’re carelessly talking with some other bastard.”

It was absurd. So he was angry that he had spoken with someone else? But more stimulating than the absurdity was the sensation of fingers tracing his waist. The metal fingers, without gloves, boldly explored his bare skin.

“Hng, ah…!”

“What? Ticklish?”

It wasn’t exactly ticklish, but a different sensation, yet Mr. Yoo nodded. He could feel Yeon Tae-soo’s erect dick against his lower abdomen. Even though he was fully dressed in a suit, the shape of his hard dick seemed almost visible.

“Is it ticklish here too?”

The fingers that dug a little deeper slightly touched Mr. Yoo’s nipple. Mr. Yoo closed his eyes completely.

“Hah, hng…!”

“You’re so sensitive.”

Just lightly touching his nipple was stimulating enough to make his body tremble. But more unbearable than that was Yeon Tae-soo’s gaze.

This gaze that seemed to read him thoroughly, both before and now. Was it harder to face because one eye was an alien blue? Looking into his blue eye made him feel trapped in the ocean. It felt like he was boiling with him in hot, blue water.

Yeon Tae-soo’s face came close, and he brought his lips to Mr. Yoo’s lips over the mask.

“Damn mask.”

Yeon Tae-soo muttered in front of his lips and bit down on the mask. His front teeth gently chewed on the trapped lips.

The mask was far too thin to block out his heat. Not just his lips, but his whole body felt like it would melt from the body heat transmitted directly.

Although he didn’t try to remove the mask, just tormenting his lips over it was stimulating enough. He barely held back the moan that threatened to escape from his pressed lips.

The cold fingers were still exploring inside his T-shirt. He could feel his nipples hardening every time the metal material touched them.

He wanted to ask him to go slowly, but he couldn’t even voice it because his lips were pressed. Yeon Tae-soo’s lips on the mask took his breath away. It felt sticky even though no saliva was mixed.

It wasn’t just his nipples that had hardened. Mr. Yoo realized his lower half was fully erect, but he couldn’t pull his hips back because he was pushed against the wall. Yeon Tae-soo’s lower body pressed against him. Just the dull rubbing seemed enough to bring him to climax.

His body was reacting dangerously. He even thought that perhaps this body was designed to be more sensitive to stimulation than humans.

Just as he thought he might really ejaculate, Yeon Tae-soo finally removed his lips. Mr. Yoo inhaled the lingering heat on the mask.

Yeon Tae-soo looked down at him and grinned.

“This is driving me crazy, really.”

An emotion analysis result appeared over his face. Craving.

“When you look at me with such a lewd face, it’s hard for me to hold back.”

The words displayed on the screen blocked his vision like a warning message. Craving, craving, craving.

“It’s like you’re begging to be devoured.”

As he licked his lips as if savoring something, the word changed. Possessiveness.

Yeon Tae-soo pulled one of Mr. Yoo’s hands and brought it between his legs. He could clearly feel the heavy flesh.

“Baby, are you still scared of my dick?”

Impatience, possessiveness, possessiveness, possessiveness. The words seemed to be having a seizure.

Mr. Yoo felt a strange sense of competitiveness.

“I was never scared to begin with.”

“Aha.”

Yeon Tae-soo responded half-heartedly and made his hand move up and down. With each movement of his fingers over the pants, he could feel the dick twitching in response.

“Then have a taste today.”

Yeon Tae-soo tilted his head askew and smiled. His two differently colored eyes glistened with desire.