Chapter 10.3
Woojin felt as if he were devouring Haewon, the wet sounds of sucking flesh making him seem like a beast. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant thought, but his head was hot, and he didn’t want to stop. Rubbing his erection against Haewon’s hip bone, he reached his climax.
As his release soaked the space between them, the unpleasant, suffocating feeling that had surrounded him dissipated, replaced by the rush of pleasure. Only then did he realize the sheer extent of his anger—anger that Moon Haewon had entered a motel hand in hand with someone Woojin refused to even acknowledge as human.
“...Haah.”
He knew it was foolish, yet defiling Moon Haewon with himself brought him satisfaction, a strange and inexplicable sense of fulfillment.
He repeated the same act on Haewon’s naked body about three more times. The more he did it, the more he smeared his semen on Haewon’s lips in childish possessiveness, the more complete his satisfaction felt.
Once again, he stayed by Haewon’s side far longer than planned. After wiping away his traces and dressing Haewon in pajamas, it was already well past 3 a.m. His original intention of simply dropping Haewon off at the officetel and returning to his office had been completely derailed—and erased from his mind. Instead, he spent about an hour just kissing Haewon’s lips before finally leaving the officetel.
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Fortunately, it seemed that Moon Haewon no longer intended to seek out other people in an attempt to forget him. After all, nearly getting drugged and raped must have been terrifying. When Haewon insisted that he wouldn’t press charges, Woojin had Kim Seok-ho give him a thorough scare in his place.
Kim Seok-ho painted a vivid picture, as if it were a case he had personally investigated—explaining that such drugs could easily cause cardiac arrest, that human trafficking was common in those motels, that victims weren’t merely gang-raped but often had their arms and legs amputated to be turned into living sex toys, unable to resist. He mixed in real cases with urban legends, scaring Haewon as if he were six years old rather than a full-grown twenty-nine-year-old man, teaching him just how dangerous it was to follow strangers.
Thanks to Kim Seok-ho, Moon Haewon didn’t step foot outside his officetel. He took medical leave from the orchestra and skipped his supposed lessons with his professor. The magnet’s hourly reports, just as ordered, arrived without fail, always stating that there were no changes.
When Haewon did venture out, it was only to sit in a café or wander the streets aimlessly. The magnet, unaware of his true relationship with Woojin, even added a useless comment, saying that Haewon seemed like someone nursing a broken heart and that there was nothing of note to report.
Woojin assigned the magnet an additional task—sending photos of Moon Haewon along with his reports. Initially, Woojin had distanced himself from Haewon to focus on work, but instead, he found himself losing time staring at the pictures of him.