Three Eight-Chapter 50: 18+

The dark crimson shaft emerged by a few segments, only to be sucked back in again, repeating the cycle inside Hongju’s inner walls.

"If you can’t do it properly, at least stop resisting."

"Ugh, mmph—"

Mu-gyeong’s thrusts grew increasingly rough, tearing into him with reckless force. Just a few strokes in, the entrance that had seemed unbearably tight began to loosen slightly.

Annoyance flared in him. How used to selling his body must he be, that his insides were already adjusting on their own? No—of course. It made sense. He was the same idiot who kept paying off absurdly growing interest like a good little debtor.

"Nngh, ah..."

His pliant inner walls were stabbed deep, molded to the shape of Mu-gyeong’s cock. Every time it swelled larger and slammed into him, Hongju let out a short, stifled moan. His legs had lost strength by now, his entire body just hanging there, surrendered to Mu-gyeong’s hold. Mu-gyeong’s heated gaze roamed obsessively over Hongju’s pale, trembling skin.

"......"

Flushed cheeks and a red-streaked neck, flushed ears tingling with arousal despite his limp, useless dick. His hardened nipples and flat chest were speckled with sticky fluid. With each rocking motion up and down, semen pooled between Mu-gyeong’s thighs, trickling down with a slick, slow sound.

"You’re the only one enjoying this. How is this supposed to be a trade?"

"Ah, mm... Please, help me find him."

Even half out of his mind, Hongju kept begging Mu-gyeong to help him find his blood relative. Worried that the wet slapping noises of their hips might drown out his pleading, he forced his lips to move, again and again.

"You can’t call this a deal the way you’re doing it."

Mu-gyeong pulled him flush into his lap and thrust upward. Hongju’s tightly shut eyes and bitten lips trembled at the motion. Every time the cock drove up inside, his hair shook loose, tickling across Mu-gyeong’s chest like a phantom touch. Seeing Gu Hongju so far gone in lust only inflamed the sadism bubbling inside.

"Ah!"

Mu-gyeong suddenly pushed Hongju down onto the sofa and climbed over him. His limp legs dangled uselessly, too weak to wrap around Mu-gyeong’s waist. From their connection, thick, cloudy fluid oozed out with every movement.

"P-please, ngh..."

Even his slurred, delirious voice began to irritate him. Mu-gyeong thrusted harder, slamming into him, and then used his large hand to cover Hongju’s mouth. His knuckles stood out sharply, almost vicious.

"Mmph!"

The hot, wet breath clinging to his palm made his own body feel even hotter.

A vivid image flashed through Mu-gyeong’s mind. Gu Hongju drenched in cum from his eyelashes to his toes. His voice dragging out in pleas—"Please... please..."—while those black, wet eyes stared up at him. The desperate little hands clinging to his body. A sudden, churning heat boiled up inside him, an emotion he couldn’t begin to explain.

"Fuck, am I losing it?"

The pace of his thrusts quickened, wild and erratic, showing exactly how shaken he was. Hongju’s lashes were soaked, trembling as they stayed tightly shut. Lower down, Mu-gyeong saw Hongju’s cock, still half-limp, dripping strings of fluid from the tip. He couldn’t even get hard sucking another man’s cock, couldn’t feel anything until Mu-gyeong touched him—now he was leaking nonstop in sheer arousal.

"So what, I just fuck you and cum, and we’re done?"

A bitter, chilling laugh slipped from Mu-gyeong’s lips. He kept slamming into him until their skin slapped together hard enough to bruise. Then, suddenly, he rolled his hips slowly. The deeper angle pierced something inside, making Hongju jolt like he’d been shocked.

"You’re fucking ridiculous, you little shit."

What had started as a chore he was just trying to amuse himself through... was becoming genuinely entertaining. Good thing he got to him before Gu Madam did. He’d gotten to see this filthy mess of a boy first. Turns out, with money, getting the upper hand is easy. Taking what you want, enjoying it—also easy. Mu-gyeong’s lips curved into a smirk.

"You’ve still got a lot to learn under me, Gu Hongju."

"Mmgh—"

Help me. The plea barely escaped, muffled under the heavy hand. Hongju couldn’t even lift the hand away from his face, only clung helplessly to Mu-gyeong’s wrist.

That massive, brutal cock kept driving deep inside, hitting the farthest walls, making his whole body tremble and squeeze with each impact.

The couch creaked and sagged beneath them. The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the air. Hongju’s legs flopped weakly, spread apart and dangling. Everything felt distant—dreamlike.

"Hnn, ngh..."

It was absurd. Back at the House, he couldn’t even drink a sip of water without fearing he’d be raped by Guppping. Yet here he was, acting like a whore in front of Mu-gyeong without hesitation. Was it because the reward was different? Maybe this was what it meant to truly fear money. He turned his head, and through his blurry vision, he saw his rumpled gown discarded on the floor.

"Hhngh, ahh—"

The thick cock buried inside him released another rush of cum. His lower belly, now swollen into a shallow bulge, ached faintly. But Hongju bit down on his lip and endured the pressure. Fluids streamed out, forced through his stretched, clenching entrance. The wet warmth soaked into his lower back, a foreign sensation that made him tremble.

Last time, all he’d felt was fear and pain. But now... sex with a man didn’t feel like anything at all. If it had been like this with Guppping, maybe he could’ve gotten out of the House even sooner.

"Haah..."

Hongju panted and closed his eyes. A tear that had pooled in the corner slipped down his cheek. The cock that had been sealing him tight slowly slid out halfway, letting the fluids trapped inside gush free. But then, that swollen, hot cock started digging back in again.

His left ear, pressed against the sofa, soaked up his tears, but no sound could be heard through it. The hand covering his mouth didn’t move, and the shadow straddling his dry, trembling body stayed there for a long, long time.

***

The phone beside his pillow buzzed with a vibration. Hongju’s eyes snapped open. His eyelids felt painfully swollen from all the crying, but he checked the screen right away.

[Come to the House.]

Thankfully, it seemed Guppping hadn’t come looking for him after what happened last night. Hongju rubbed the cold nape of his neck and slowly sat up in his aching body. The moment he lifted his bare, unclothed body, bundles of bills slipped down around him.

"......"

With a weak hand, Hongju gathered the scattered banknotes off his thighs.

‘It’s a joke to even call this a trade.’

He remembered saying that much. But... was Mu-gyeong really not going to follow through? Sure, there was no reason for him to grant the request—but still, deep down, Hongju had hoped he might change his mind. If not, then why go that far last night?

"Ugh..."

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A sharp pulse of pain made him shut his eyes tightly. Only once the ache subsided did he start picking up the rest of the scattered bills from the sheets and climb out of bed.

"Nothing to wear."

He recalled, with his foggy mind, that he’d seen the gown kicked under the sofa. He walked over. The room was quiet. Maybe Mu-gyeong had gone out for an errand—or to the gym. The area around the sofa had already been tidied up, not a single piece of clothing left in sight.

Wearing a frustrated expression, Hongju rummaged around. He eventually managed to find his clothes hidden in a cabinet and changed into them. Afterward, he sat in the lounge, waiting for Mu-gyeong to return. Occasionally, texts came in from Guppping and Chief Yang, pressuring him to hurry, but he kept sitting there, unmoving.

"Why isn’t he coming..."

Bzzz. Chief Yang finally called, clearly having lost patience. Hesitating, Hongju picked up his phone.

– "Hey, you little shit. Why aren’t you picking up?"

"I’m coming soon. Soon."

Chief Yang’s rough voice pierced his ear, but Hongju’s gaze stayed fixed on the closed door. It remained shut, no sign of opening.

– "Hey, wait! Don’t hang up."

There was a burst of noise on the other end of the line, then a sudden silence. Thinking the call had dropped, Hongju checked the screen—but time was still ticking by. When he held the phone back to his ear, the voice he’d been waiting for finally came through.

– "What time do you think it is, and you're still in bed?"

"......President Mu-gyeong?"

– "There’s an envelope on the console. Take it and bring it to your House."

Hongju opened ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ his mouth in confusion. Why had he gone there? Why had he left Hongju behind like this? They hadn’t even finished their conversation last night. Something hot surged in his chest, but he swallowed it down.

"Why are you over there?"

– "Where else should I be? Should I have stayed by your side until you woke up? Fed you breakfast, too?"

A snicker followed, his voice mocking. Hongju bit the tender skin under his lip, forcing himself to answer. The image of the cash scattered across the sheets like a whore’s fee flashed in his head.

"That’s not it. We didn’t finish talking yesterday."

– "I already gave you an answer. Didn’t you count the money?"

All Mu-gyeong had given him was an absurdly vague response. Even after he’d gone as far as spreading his legs to ask for help. If this payment was supposed to be his “answer,” then it couldn’t be more wrong.

"......Didn’t you say you’re different from Guppping?"

He tried to speak calmly, but his voice was pitifully unsteady by the end. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone. The pain he’d managed to endure so far suddenly came rushing back. His hips ached like they’d been split open, his bruised knees throbbed, and the raw burn between his legs hadn’t gone away. Most of all, his throat—hoarse from holding back sobs—hurt unbearably.

– "Aren’t you asking for a bit much? You just laid there like a dead fish, and now you want me to forgive your debt and find your father?"

"......"

He knew. He knew he had no right to ask for so much. But even so—he’d still hoped Mu-gyeong might agree. Hongju reached down to rub his bruised knee, trying to steady his quickening breath.

– "Just bring the envelope. Now."

Click. The call ended. Hongju stared at the phone screen, the ticking call timer frozen in place. His mouth felt bitter, and a tight pressure gripped his chest like a weight pressing down on his sternum.

This was the same emotion he’d lived with the entire time in the House. Even though he knew hope always led to disappointment, he’d let himself be swept up by it again, like a fool.

"Fuck."

Then he shouldn’t have pretended to care about his body. Shouldn’t have talked about having sex, shouldn’t have kissed him like that out of nowhere. Shouldn’t have made it seem like he’d grant any request Hongju made. The bones on the back of Hongju’s hand stood out pale as he clenched the phone tighter.